#glorious buttcheeks

[sibylsleaves]

fuck it friday

tagged by @exhuastedpigeon @gayhoediaz @messyhairdiaz @eddiebabygirldiaz

more from a Five Alarm Fest fic...but which one 🤔??

So far, Buck’s plan is going off without a hitch.  It’s a lazy, weekend night, just the two of them at the Diaz house, Chris having gone out with friends to eat his weight in chicken wings and see the new Ghostbusters movie—the kind of teenage outing that’s becoming more and more common these days. Despite his aversion to LA’s Friday night crowds, Eddie had offered to take Buck out to the Peruvian place in Buck’s been wanting to try, but Buck had demurred. “Let’s just stay in,” he’d said. “I wanna try out that tajin chicken recipe Karen sent me last week, and we can finish the Michael Jordan series.” “Jesus,” Eddie replied, playing with the fingers of Buck’s left hand, smiling that sweet, smitten smile that Buck’s been the preening recipient of more times than he cant count in the past few months. “Are we officially old and boring like Chris says?” “Pretty sure we hit that milestone a while ago,” Buck replied, equally embarrassingly smitten. There’s no one he’d rather be old and boring with than Eddie. Now, after a recipe trial deemed a triumphant success and half an episode of The Last Dance, Buck’s got Eddie right where he wants him—on the couch, underneath him, while Buck sucks a messy hickey onto the side of his neck. They’ve both already lost their shirts, tossed unceremoniously behind the couch. “Maybe,” Eddie murmurs between deep, sloppy kisses, “we should think about moving this to the bedroom.” Buck hums in agreement, rolling his hips lazily in Eddie’s lap and cradling Eddie’s face between his hands as he sinks into another deep kiss. Eddie’s own hands are busy roaming over the bare expanse of Buck’s chest, over his shoulder blades, down his back. One hand ventures further, dipping under the elastic of Buck’s sweatpants to grab a handful of buttcheek and— Freezes there. Buck grins against Eddie’s jaw as Eddie goes completely taut and still on the couch.  “Buck,” Eddie breathes after a moment. “Are you wearing—?” Buck nips at Eddie’s slack mouth and says coyly, “Why don’t you see for yourself?”

tagging @burnthatbridge @glorious-spoon @littlespoonevan @housewifebuck @transboybuckley

@shitouttabuck @smallandalmosthonest @homerforsure @clusterbuck @devirnis

[leoisstillalive]

JUST SAW TSFS 40TH ANNIVERSARY IN CINEMA! was absolutely brilliant. seeing kirk’s taut buttcheeks while he launches a klingon off a cliff, the close-up of sarek’s lips and kirk’s glistening eyes as they meld minds, sulu and bones’ cunty ass fits, uhura’s beautiful face, and the glorious enterprise on the big screen was 100% worth the 16 pound popcorn. 10/10 would do again.

[ri-sin-sin-shine]

Glorious Service (This time, backing up to the glory hole, so her nook and ass are exposed for licking and worship... Or use, depending on who's on the other side ;P) "Sorry, but I just couldn't resist coming back for more~ But this time, how about saying hello to my cute little nook, instead of that brute of a bulge, hmmm~?"

"Whaddya say, Iya? Ya say hello to her nook while I give her a brute in return?~" There wasn't much of a verbal response, but given that the woman's hips were pulled through the wall to get a proper place in the cubicle they were in, now stuck half-way through, it was probably a yes.

It wasn't long until she would feel meek hands on her spread thighs, a tongue hesitantly lapping at the woman's 'nook', mindful to keep clear of the writhing mass above it; doing her best to treat it like any other pussy that she has worked with before.

Meanwhile, much larger hands grasped the soft, gray buttcheeks, spreading them apart as a large rod of twitching meat planted onto it. Spurting out preecum like a pump, it was dexteriously lined up with feferi's budded rose, before sliding in to give her own 'greeting'.

Mainly by knocking her insides around.

[flyboytracy]

[doll-frakking-house]

I just discovered my body's very first STRETCH MARKS and honestly I'm so in love 😍😍😍

[the-absurdity-archive]

Quotes From Band Kids Part 8

“Seth learns I’m not an amputee.”- Drum Major

“I love this trombone already more than I love any person.”- Trombone

Trombone: “What does LED stand for?”

Other trombone: “Luminescent… Edward.”

Clarinet: *kicks flute in the foot*

Flute: “Ahh, my spleen!”

Me: “Ahhh, sweet, glorious buttcheek-to-seat connection.”

[sentinelprimeofficial]

Pepsiman was a swole and lonely ghost, running through the mall on his way to do errands. He was trying to decide what clothes to buy and wear. He went into Hot Topic, and he found that they had Pepsi brand graphic trees and let out a huge smile. "Yes! I've always wanted Pepsi brand graphic tees!" He was happy. Just as he he tried to buy one, the other customers screamed! That's right, he remembered, he was a ghost with the Pepsi logo stretched over him like a poorly fitting texture. Realizing he would never be able to buy Pepsi brand graphic tees without people screaming at him, he began to break down in tears right there in the middle of the store. "Do you need some help?" He looked up, vision blurry from his salty salty pepsi tears. There was another man, shredded beyond belief almost as swole as he was... maybe more.

It was Cocaine Colander! Cocaine Colander tenderly takes Pepsiman's hand and pulls him to his feet. "You look upset. What's wrong?" He inquired, attentively. "It- i-it;s jsut that- I" Pepsiman sniffled so hard. He was so sad and lonely that his hands being held even by someone he hated so much as Cocaine Colander made him cry harder. His pecs rippled with every sniffle. "I'll never be able to buy this Pepsi brand graphic tee from Got Topic because I am a ghost." He said it, croaking like a frog from his despair. Cocain Colander chuckles, shaking his head patronizingly. "Pepsiman, you have always been a fool. Just steal it. You are a ghost, what are they going to do? Send the ghost cops after you?" Pepsimand realizes that Cocaine Colander is right! He is a ghost, and he can do whatever he wants. There is no such thing as ghost cops!

Cocaine Colander punches him in the face. "I have always hated you so much, you stupid idiot rival of mine. Die in a ditch with your terrible Pepsi brand graphic tees." This turned Pepsiman's despair into rage. He had only pretended to comfort him just to turn on him?! No, they certainl y would never ever be able to work out the conflict between them and become friends! Never in a thousand - no, million - years! "Cocaine you are the most disgusting person I have ever known in my life. You have no soul and no heart" "No shit sherlock" Said Cocaine Calender, a ghoul, as he uppercut Pepsiman' jaw making a loud clicking noise as his teeth toothed together. "Alright, That's it! I have had enough!" Just then Pepsiman uses his ghost pwoers to go super Sayian. "I'M GOING GHOST" But he was already a ghost so now he was just a ghost ghost, also know as Ghost 2, the evolution and successor of the ghost. "I'm mroe powerful than you could ever imagine!" He shouted loudly, and he flexes his huge huge muscles.

They were so big that he had knocked over two racks of graphic tees even while being a ghost. At this sight, Cocaine Colander's lower intestine vacates his body post-haste, before he too goes super sayian. "Psh... pathetic that you thought you the only one with soda abilities, my miserable copy" Pepsiman Picks up a shelf of trinkets and throws it as Cocaine. "I'll make you eat thos words!" He screams, angrily. Cocaine Colander just chuckles as the shelf soars through the wall. "Idiot. I can'teat words. They're not corporeal" Pepsiman screamed with rage, tearing his vocal chords and makig the cashier cry as he was so godanm loud. "Shut up can't you freaks take this outsise!?" He yells as he covers his ears. "Oh sorry." They both say as they leave the store, having to duck and crouch to fit through the door in their super super mega shredded forms. The cashier cried harder at the sight of their beautiful beautiful monster glutes. Such amazingly gorgeous toned buttcheeks, that you could surely crack a walnut between them. The power of their glutes must have been enough to bend steel, even. It was amazing and the Hot Topic cashier was certain he could hear a heavenly chorus as he gazed at the soda mascots' amaginly beefy rumps, all of his blood exiting his body through his nosebleed as he dies from the sheer power of glorious divine heavenly supreme delicious shredded swole amazing lovely buttocks. It was a quick and painless death full of joy. He was so glad to witness their butts. Now that they were outside the hottopic, Pepsiman grabs Cocaine Colander's face and suplexes him into the road, making a huge crater that will certainly cause problems largely for the lower class as their tax money is siphoned into repairing the mall they couldn't afford.

"I hate gentrification" Coacain Colander said, his face covered in blood. Flexing every muscle in his body, he shits himself, but more importantly he sucks the blood backinto his faces and mends the damages with the sheer power of his muscles. "Hah, you thought you couold hurt me? You'd need much more powerful abs to even begin to deal even just a teensy weensy itty bitty tiniest miniscule microscopic molecular amount of damage. Idiot. Fool. Buffoon. Utter imbecile clown" He said as he punched Pepsiman's face again. "Psh try again loser" Pepsiman says as he turns incorporeal, sending Cocaine Colander plummeting into the broken road with the power of his own muscles. "This is the only road I've ever known. I don't know where it goes, but it's only me and I walk alone. NOW GET OUT!!!" he says, picking up Cocaine's limp floppy body and spinning him around a bunch of times before flinging him into another building, atomizing it on impact. It was so much dust and so many particles. The people inside of it looked horrified and began to pray immediately because it was such a scary near-death experience. "You're not involved. Do not worry I will spare you." Pepsi says to the bystanders in the building. They thank him so much and scurry away before being brought to tears by his luscious cheeks. "Hnnnrgh, Don't think I'm done with you!" Cocaine gets out of the rubble very strongly his pecs flapping in the wind very boobily. The only reason Pepsiman could survive this sight was that he had pecs just as big and he admired them in the mirror for a minimum of ten hours a day. He loved his titties but more importantly he needed to be immune to his hated despised cruel evil beloved hated rival's tricks. Screaming in rage he beats Cocaine to a pulp right there in the middle of the road and rubble.

Cocaine only smirks. "Heh... nothing personnel kid" He reveals that the Cocaine Colander that Pepsiman the Ghost was beating up was only a shadow clone! He was standing behind him silently this whole time... or had he teleported? He socks Pepsiman right in the ear with all his might. "What the hell dude you just punched me in the ear?!?!" Pepsiman whirls around wrathfully and confusedly only to be pulled into a kiss. "This was a fun warm up, Pepsiman, let's get your Pepsi brand graphic tees and go home now." What? What could he possibly mean? Pepsiman blushed, his repressed feelings bubbling to the surface. Was it really meant to be? Pepsi and Coca Cola...... Could they be friends? Maybe more? "Take me Cocaine I need you" He swooned into Cocaine Colander's embrace holding him and Cocaine picked him up gracefully and gently and carried himoff back to his Coca Cola mansion headquarters. "I'll make you feel like nothing's ever made you feel before." His pecs pulsated. THE END

[bellatrixobsessed1]

A Spark In The Snow

Was gonna go for straight comedy but this wrote itself into fluff. Also it was gonna be a one shot but I decided to leave it open to possibly becoming a multi-parter if I have the time. But I tried to leave in the Azula/Daniela chaotic duo aspect I mentioned. 

Summary: Azula is a fire in Alcina’s otherwise cold and desolate world. She brings a certain spark to the castle that is as vexing as it is endearing. Anyways, her daughters are fond of the girl so how bad can it be?

A simmering summer, Alcina decides, is more chaotic than a merciless winter. Fire is wild, uncontrollable, unpredictable. It leaps from one thing to the next, searing away all that which it touches. Winter leaves a frosty kiss but it can be dispelled and warded off. Winter is predictable, summer is strange, feral.

Winters is predictable. Azula is anything but. Winters has a knack for smashing windows--breaking anything with a glass surface, really. Azula sets fire to everything that will burn. Winters does it out of spite and malice. Alcina is convinced that Azula does it for the thrill or attention. She knows that attention is Daniela does it for chaos and companionship.

Alcina pinches the bridge of her nose as another thunderous boom resounds down the expansive hallway. She takes a hard and generous swallow of wine, this particular boom had sounded rather expensive. The shatter of porcelain, perhaps her favorite bathtub.

“What are you guys doing!?” Bela screeches. It is a noble thing that the girl is trying to do. Noble but pointless. Alcina has come to find that Azula and Daniela have become quite an unstoppable duo. A duo with such ferocity that even Winters has stopped coming by.

She isn’t sure where the girl had come from nor what sort of mutation has granted her the ability to wield fire in her hands but she is here and Alcina can’t help but feel a fondness for her. She is a small thing, absolutely teeny--even by comparison to someone who isn’t as tall as she. And mostly she is a charming and poised girl. Elegant and well-mannered. Even tempered, a break from the chaos. A refreshing break.

But with Daniela there comes to the surface something wilder. The girl’s laugh is far less than refined when Daniela points to a large crate and yells, “oh, what about that! Set that on fire!” There comes another loud bang and Alcina flinches. She is almost certain that, that had been a crate of clothing that she has been meaning to look through. She grits her teeth and grips the armrests of her chair. She loves her daughters, loves them more than anything else. But if she hears one more explosion…

.oOo.

Azula chuckles to herself as the flames lap at the wood. Her own mother would never let her get away with such a feat. She scrambles her way up a chair. Castle Dimitrescu is somewhat intimidating in its impressive size. There isn’t a single thing that she doesn’t have to ask one of the Dimitrescu sisters to help her reach.

When they aren’t around she has to quite literally scale counters and furniture. And the bed...she had thought her bed at the palace was large. The one she sleeps in now has room for several of her as well as a mongoose-lizard or two.

And it is no wonder, she hears the thunder of Lady Dimitrescu’s footsteps.

“OhHHh fUcK!” Daniela shouts. Before Azula’s reflexes have a chance to kick in, she snatches her off of the chair she had worked so hard to ascend. “She’ll never catch us.”

“And what if she does?” Azula asks.

“Then we’ll just burst into a cloud of flies and...oh wait you can’t do that.” She slows her pace to tap her chin. “Then we’ll just have to...set MORE things on fire!” She throws her hands up. Azula gives a yelp of surprise as her body is tossed into the air.

She catches herself on a chandelier and pulls herself onto its fixture. It bobs precariously though she can’t imagine that she weighs anywhere near enough to bring it down.  

“Whoops.” Daniela winces from below.

Having successfully launched her partner in crime to oblivion, she is left to fend for herself.

“Where is your sister?”

“Which one, mother?”

“The fiery one.”

“Cassandra’s is in her room.”

Alcina inhales deeply.  “Azula. Where is Azula.”

“Oh, right, yes. Well you see, she’s really small and so I may or may not have thrown her clear across the castle.” Perhaps her lie would have had more success if she hadn’t offered the chandelier a wink. Alcina reaches up in an attempt to pluck her down. Azula ducks under the woman’s hand but one misplacement of her hand has her tumbling to the ground.

With a most devious grin, Daniela lets out a screech and catapults herself into the air. She practically bodyslams Azula as she catches her and takes off into a full sprint.  “Daniela, you get back here!” She hears Alcina groan. “Bela, catch your sister!”

Daniela takes Azula’s arm and positions it out in front of her. “Make fire!”

“Do you think that your mother will finally replace this hideous wallpaper if I just…” she holds the smallest candle wick of a flame to the wall and lets Daniela’s sprint do the rest.

“Our mother won’t have a choice. Oh! Maybe if we set all of...everything on fire we can finally redecorate the house. I was thinking of something more daring like…” she trails off. “Like we can take a whole bunch of man bones and string them up on the balcony like wind chimes. Oh and I saw this neat thing at Karl’s factory. I heard minimalist is in...which is exactly why we need to clutter this place up. I was thinking sofas in the middle of the hallway and lamps hanging form the chandeliers.

“Daniela, that sounds awful.  Let’s do it!” Though she is nearly certain that it will end up driving her just as mad as it will drive Lady Dimitrescu.

Daniela comes to an abrupt halt and bursts into a cloud of flies as she collides with Bela who erupts into her own separate cloud. Azula lands with an oof. The fire, a testament to her success and thrill, crackles behind her. Bela reassembles with her hands on either side of her head, “what have you guys done!?”

“We don’t like the decore and wallpaper so we’re remodeling!” Azula declares more boldly than someone who has landed flat on the floor ought to.

Daniela lifts her off of the floor and turns her around to face the fire. “It’s…” she wipes a tear from her eye “...glorious.”

“You guys are the worst.” Cassandra grumbles. “I think that my favorite seat cushion was down this hallway.”

Daniela rolls her eyes. “Who actually bothers to pick out a favorite seat cushion anyways?”

“I do, Dani!”

Azula shrugs. “If it was in this particular hallway that it was an abomination to upholstery.”

“It’s not about the aesthetic! It’s about the feeling it gives your buttcheeks when they sink into it’s plush fabric.” Cassandra explains. “Haven’t you ever sat your ass down on something so fluffy it transported you to a new dimension?”

Azula shakes her head.

“Then how’d you get here?” Daniela asks.

Bela rolls her eyes, “because obviously comfortable seating is how you move from one universe to another.”

“The right level of booty comfort can go a long way.” Daniela insists.

“I hate to say it, but I think Daniela is right, Bela.”

With a fire blazing wildly behind her, Azula sits back and watches the siblings bicker. Such is the pattern that she has fallen into. It is thrilling, fun, and exhilarating.  This world, wherever it is, is bizarre and uncanny. Messy and wild, and there is a sense of freedom in the chaos. In becoming part of the chaos. Something liberating that she can’t find in the Fire Nation. Something that compels her to shake away what remains of her overwhelming need for perfection.

.oOo.

Alcina finds that the fire child is much easier to manage when she is sitting upon her shoulder chattering away about the politics of her own realm and how she rather enjoys having three sisters instead of one aggravating brother.

And upon her shoulder, away from Cassandra and Daniela, Azula retains her more soothing, soft spoken demeanor. The one she takes up when looking over books with Bela. This is the topic of discussion today, “I’ve never read anything like this. The history of your world is quite intriguing.”

“I am glad to hear that you are getting comfortable here.” Alcina takes a seat, picks up her kiseru, and has a drag. The smoke trails up and Azula fans it away.

“It would be wonderful if you could get some smaller chairs, climbing these is just about as tiresome as some of my firebending katas are.” She absently kicks her legs at the air, offering Alcina’s chest something of a massage.  

“I suppose that I can do that for you.”

“Perfect.” Azula claps her hands together.

For some time they sit in silence and then the girl speaks. “I’m glad that I found you. I don’t...I don’t feel like a monster here.”

Alcina furrows her brows. She has been around many a monster. By all means, she thinks it fair to call herself one. But the girl, this small, delicate thing… “why would you think that?”

“Everyone else does. My own mother…”

Alcina’s heart pangs again. Suddenly she doesn’t feel quite so much like a monster, “a mother who can’t love her child is no mother.” And for a moment she isn’t sure if she is speaking of Azula’s mother or of Mother Miranda. “A mother who makes her child feel  insignificant is a monster.” She reaches up to stroke Azula’s hair.

“You don’t think that I’m a monster?”

This girl, this beautiful girl has been made to feel unloved and unlovable.

“Why would I think that, dear?”

She shrugs. “Daniel and I have set everything you love on fire.”

She pinches the bridge of her nose. “You haven’t set yourselves or each other on fire.”  She sighs. “I suppose that this castle was due for some renovations anyhow.” This seems to delight the girl.

“My mother had a fit when I set a single, withered rose on fire.”

“Things work differently here, as you are finding.” She rises to her feet. “It has been a while since I’ve had company on my strolls through the courtyard; my girls are unable to tolerate the cold. Would you join me?”

.oOo.

“Firebenders don’t much like the cold...mother.” It sounds strange to say on her tongue, but it feels perfectly correct. The woman’s face seems to fall. “But I’m sure you have something warm for me to wear while we’re out.”

“Of course, dear. I’ll fix you a cup of wine--if I remember correctly you prefer it without blood--and we’ll head out.”

“No blood, that’s correct.”

“Strange girl.” The woman chuckles.

She isn’t sure that she is the strange one here but she keeps it to herself while Alcina sets her back on her shoulder and makes her way into the dining room. Minutes later she finds that Alcina hasn’t any winter clothing that is even remotely her size. Instead, the woman bundles her up in a nest of blankets that very well may be Alcina’s own winter coat.

The outside world is cold on her cheeks. She finds herself pressing her hands against them as Alcina points out her favorite places in the courtyard, her favorite flowers and her favorite statues. Much like all else in this world, Azula has never seen anything quite like it. It is grand and elegant place as cold and grey on the outside as it is warm on the inside. It has many twisting, sharp spires and stone gargoyles to top them. In places it is broken, ancient. Gloomy and depressive in a haunting way that Mai would appreciate. “Your castle is beautiful, mother.”

“Thank you.” She smiles. “I am pleased to know that you don’t find it off putting.”

.oOo.

Azula burrows further into the blankets.

“Are you getting cold?”

“I’ve been cold.” She replies.

“I suppose that I’ve had my fill of nightair.” She cups her hand over the girl’s head, hoping to provide her with  even just a little more heat. “I ought to check up on Daniela.”

Azula nods and leans into her chest, pulling the blankets tighter around herself as she does so. “Thank you.” She mumbles. “For letting me stay here.”

Alcina ought to thank her for staying. She can’t remember the last time that she has had company, human company that she found pleasant. Human company that didn’t find her terrifying and monstrous. She just hopes that the girl will never have to see her in her second form. She shouldn’t like Azula to look upon her with fear and disgust. She thinks that it is an inevitability. Everyone leaves her eventually. Everyone save for her daughters. This girl, she reminds herself, is her daughter. She likes to think that she wouldn’t leave.

“It is no trouble at all. I do hope that you will stay with me for a long time, dear.”

[musette22]

I don’t think he violated any insta policy. It’s just buttcheeks ;) I’m amazed at how sometimes he’s so shy and sometimes he does things like this. I want Anthony Mackie reacting to this

"Just" butt cheeks? Good nonnie, these are some grade A, exemplary, glorious butt cheeks 😉 No I know what you mean though hahaha, and yeah I guess you're right! I don't really understand why some things are fine and others an issue when it comes to nudity but hey, as long as we get to see the butt 🥰

[kpoptrashibnida]

Enough Epilogue

A/N: Wow guys, here it is. I am so sorry for taking so long to update, but thank you for still being here and bearing with me. I just had a rough few weeks but I am better now. I’m not trying to make excuses for it but thank you for your patience. It really does mean everything to me. I hope you guys enjoy this epilogue that looks into Jaehyun and OC’s life. I’ll be honest I’m not sure if I like it that much but I didn’t want to delay posting it. As always, thoughts/comments/criticism is always welcome and encouraged! Thanks so much for being here and happy reading!

The warm sun entered the bedroom through the window, the curtains not doing a good job of blocking out the brightness from entering the room and assaulting your eyes. 

Scrunching your eyes, you try to move away from the blinding light but you are pinned in place. The large arm around your torso is heavy and won’t let you move. As you become more conscious, you can feel the big, warm hand holding your breast and the soft breath tickling your hair. You smile at the feeling of your husband’s warm body enveloping you from behind, enjoying the embrace of Jaehyun’s favorite sleeping position. At first, you thought that him sleeping while holding your breast was weird, but he claimed it was comforting and not sexual. You got used to it pretty fast and it surprisingly soothed you. 

Pushing back against Jaehyun’s body, you hear him let out a low grunt, his arms twitching as a sign of him waking up. You tried to push him back further on the bed but he halted your actions when he gripped you even harder around your waist.

“Baby, what are you doing?” His gruff, sleep-filled voice complains behind you.

“The sun is in my face. You know I hate waking up to sunrays attacking my eyes.” You complain, sticking your butt out again in an attempt to push him back.

Your actions were put on halt when he grabbed the underside of your knee, his grip firm. You felt his hard length against your lower back and your body became flush, a desperate want overcoming you.

“What are you doing?” You ask, even though you knew the answer. Your voice came out sultrier than you expected, his actions affecting you immediately. 

“Baby you’re driving me crazy.” He whispers in your ear, shivers running down your spine. He did not move and you became impatient because of the pressure you felt in your core, your want becoming unbearable. 

“Then do something about it.” You consent, driving your hips back into his. He groaned once again and lifted your leg further up, creating enough space for his length to slip through. He rocked his thick length against your dripping core, making you moan lewdly at the sensation. 

“Stop teasing.” You whine, wanting Jaehyun to ravish you.

Before you could say anything else, Jaehyun slipped his full length into you, making you breathless at the full stretch. You didn’t need much prepping because you were so wet already, but the suddenness of his movements shocked you in the best way possible. The slight sting of the stretch felt delicious and it was all you needed to feel fully awake this morning. Jaehyun started a languid pace, his cock hitting deep within your walls, making you see stars. His hand lifted your knee slightly higher, changing the angle in which he thrusted into you. You moaned and pushed your hips back against him, gyrating them in order to have him fill you more.

“Baby if you keep that up, I’m not gonna last.” Jaehyun grunts, giving a hard thrust to emphasize his point. You moaned at the sensation but tried to not move as much, wanting him to last.

You let out a small yelp of surprise when Jaehyun slipped out of you and quickly flipped you on your back, his gorgeous face hovering above yours. He guided your thighs apart and aligned himself with your entrance, piercing gaze shooting a shudder down your spine. 

He slipped in once again and you moaned in unison, the stretch a delicious feeling for you and your velvety walls an amazing feeling for him. He started a slow pace, wanting to enjoy the feeling of being inside of you. After a year of marriage, he could still not get enough of you and every time he made love to you it felt new and exciting. His heart thrummed rapidly in his chest as his eyes took in your facial expressions, love and pleasure visible in it. 

“Faster.” You say,  it came out extremely breathy and it made Jaehyun’s cock twitch inside of you.

“God, you’re perfect.” He grunts, accelerating his pace. His hips undulated in a rhythmic form and it made you see stars from the way he was hitting so deep inside you. Your hips started to move on their own, meeting his for every thrust. You were almost reaching your climax but you needed more and Jaehyun could tell. He moved one of his hands from your thigh and placed it on one of your breasts, kneading the soft flesh in his big hands. You moaned at the sensation and that spurred him on, bending his head down to suck your pert nipple into his mouth. A cry of pleasure left your lips before you could contain it, Jaehyun’s hips pistoning into you. He would go back and forth from sucking on your sensitive nipple to licking it, the mix of sensations making your pleasure go into overdrive. It was soon becoming too much for you, the delicious pressure on your lower belly threatening to unwind. Jaehyun could feel your walls spasm slightly and he knew you were close. Moving his other hand from your thigh, he moved it to your puffy clit and pressed hard circles against it.

“Oh! Oh fuck!” You shriek, the pleasure overwhelming you, your hips buckling wildly against his. 

“Yes. Yes. Yes! Oh god baby, just like that! Don’t stop.” You half moan and half pant, the pleasure not allowing you to make a coherent sentence.

Jaehyun kept the same pace and ministrations, knowing exactly what to do to bring on your climax. After a few more tight circles on your clit and harsh sucking on your nipple, your vision went white. Your body started to convulse underneath Jaehyun and the sight of your glazed eyes, flush face and sexy ‘O’ shape of your mouth brought him closer to his end. Your moans were high pitched and sporadic, the intensity returning with every thrust of Jaehyun’s cock. 

The lewd sound of your gushing sex and the way your velvety walls gripped Jaehyun’s length was sending him on, almost at his climax. He needed a little more and you needed him to finish because the overstimulation was starting to be painful. Deciding to help him reach his end, you start clenching hard against his cock, making his body jerk with pleasure.

“Oh shit! Yes baby, just like that! Oh, mhmhmm.” He moaned, the sound making another wave of arousal course through your body. You kept clenching around him, wanting to milk him of all he’s worth. After a couple more messy thrusts from him, he groaned into your ear and you felt his warm cum enter your pussy. Jaehyun kept moaning through his orgasm, his hips slowing down to a languid thrust, riding out his high. He finally stopped moving once his breathing had gone back to normal, collapsing on top of you while still keeping his cock inside. 

He nestled his face against your chest, inhaling the sweet scent of your skin. He had his face pressed up against your breasts and he gave them a small lick, making you giggle at his playfulness. He smiled at the sweet sound and looked up at you from his position, enjoying the feeling of your fingers caressing his damp hair. 

“Happy one year my love.” He says, his heart filling with an immeasurable amount of love that he couldn’t explain.

“Happy anniversary.” You say back, not believing that you were married to the love of your life for a year. 

“We should probably go take a shower and start getting ready. We can’t spend our trip in bed having sex day in and day out.” He says, finally slipping out of your entrance. 

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind.” You tease with a wink, spreading your legs open for him to see the sexy mess between your thighs. 

His dark eyes intensified at the glorious sight, a playful growl slipping past his lips. He quickly picked you up from the bed and threw you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing, a startled laugh escaping your lips. 

“Put me down!” You complain, flailing your arms and legs as he made his way to the bathroom.

“Nope! You’re a naughty girl that needs to be punished.” He retorts jokingly, giving a firm slap on your buttcheek.

You yelped in surprise at the sudden sting on your skin but couldn’t help the thrill that went through your body at the anticipation of getting dirty as you clean up in the shower. 

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The gentle breeze caressed your skin and you couldn’t help the smile that graced your face. You were so happy and you would not change this moment for anything in the world. You looked across the table to your husband and smiled at the sight of his beautiful face and how magical it looked with the sun kissing his skin. You were eating lunch at a cute beachside cafe but the view all around you was too distracting.

“You should stop staring and eat your food.” Jaehyun teases, noticing your eyes on him and half your food still intact. 

“I feel full just watching you eat.” You say, placing your head on your hand as you kept observing your husband.

Jaehyun let out a loud laugh at your comment, making you smile at the sound. Not only was he the love of your life but he really became your best friend and you were so thankful to have him in your life forever. You did not like to even think about the fact that you almost lost him, because your life would not be the same. 

After some more teasing from your husband, you decided to finish your food before it gets too cold, wanting to finish lunch so you could enjoy a stroll on the beach.

Walking along the shore, you enjoyed some peaceful quiet as you let the sound of the waves crashing invade your mind. You were in such emotional and mental peace, you did not want your vacation to end. Even though you and Jaehyun work at the same company, you work in different departments and that means that your schedules aren’t always the same. There are times when you go in before Jaehyun and he gets out after you; days when you are able to have lunch together are hard to come by and you’d be lying if you said that this first year of marriage hasn’t been hard because of that. Work kept the both of you busy during the work week and the weekends were filled with visiting each other’s parents, hanging out with Mina and Suho or just doing errands around the house. Quality alone time as a couple was hard to come by and it saddened you that that’s what your first year of marriage looked like. You did not want to keep this pace up so you drafted a plan in your head to speak with Namjoon about cutting back in your responsibilities or hours. You could almost cringe at the thought of that conversation but you know it needs to be done. 

“I’m sad that we have to go back home tomorrow.” Jaehyun laments, his hand caressing your arm.

It was the last night you were going to be in Jeju Island, your vacation coming to an end. After dinner in the hotel’s restaurant, you both decided that spending your last night in bed making love was the best way to end your trip. Your naked and slightly sweaty bodies were tangled together under the sheets, your arm around his torso with your head resting on his chest. His breath was even and rhythmic and it made you feel at ease, calm. You wish you could spend every day like this with him but your perfect bliss was going to be interrupted once you went back to Seoul.

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“So, how was the vacation?” Mina asked, giving Minjun his cup with juice.

The two of you had made plans to meet for lunch once you came back from Jeju and you were happy to be there with your best friend and your nephew. Minjun had gotten so big and he was the cutest boy ever, gaining attention everywhere he went. It won’t be long until entertainment companies start to scout him because he would be the perfect baby model. 

“It was good! We had good quality time together, so that’s nice. We did not want to come back.” You say, face wistful as you remember your time. 

“Well I hope you can talk to your boss about working less. You work harder than anyone I know.” She says, eyeing the still tired bags under your eyes.

“I know, it’s gotten out of hand. I feel like I barely see Jaehyun and we work in the same place.” You say, unhappy with it all. When you were single and trying to forget how you had lost Jaehyun, you welcomed all the work and crazy hours. But your life was different now and that same workload was no longer welcomed. 

“Yeah you definitely need to change that.” Mina agreed but decided that changing the subject would be better. “So, have you guys given any thoughts to having kids?” Mina asked the million dollar question.

“We haven’t discussed it. Mainly because we don’t have the time to talk about it. I know we both want kids but with our schedules right now, I don’t see it happening soon.” You explain, your heart aching for a mini Jaehyun.

“Understandable. Minjun needs a best friend, so you might want to hurry up.” She teased, making you laugh.

“Actually, I do have some news…” Mina trailed off, brown eyes looking right at you.

“What is it?” You asked, suddenly worried that something was wrong.

“I’m pregnant.” Mina said in a low voice, excitement lacing her words. 

“Oh my god Mina! I’m so happy for you!” You exclaim, getting up from your chair to hug your best friend. “When did you find out?” You ask, grabbing Minjun from the stroller and placing him on your lap. He had gotten excited with the commotion of your excitement and decided he no longer wanted to be in his stroller. 

“I had a doctor’s appointment a few days ago. I had been feeling off and I suspected that was the case. I just needed confirmation. I am actually almost done with my first trimester.” She explained, happiness radiating from her smiling face. 

“That’s amazing! Minjun is going to have a sibling!” You cheer, playfully shaking the baby on your lap.

“I still want you to have a baby though.” She teases, knowing this isn’t the right time for you but still wishing that for you. 

Today was one of those rare days when both you and Jaehyun got off at the same time and were able to go home together. Jaehyun and you were cooking dinner tonight since you rarely got to do it together. He was being extra cheesy and flirty, which was distracting but adorable at the same time. 

“How was your date with Mina?” Jaehyun asks once you were sitting down and enjoying your meal.

“It was good! Good news too!” You say excitedly, remembering the great news your best friend gave you.

“Oh yeah? What is it?” He asks, excited to hear the news.

“Mina is pregnant again.” You say with a smile, anticipating his reaction. 

“What? That’s amazing! I’m so happy for her and Suho.” He says sincerely, happiness evident in his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m excited for them too.” You say, digging back into your dinner.

Jaehyun  was quiet as he eyed you for a few seconds and then he reached out to hold your hand. You looked up at him because of the sudden contact, smiling at him in slight confusion. 

“I really want to have babies with you.” He said, warm eyes looking intently at you.

“I know babe, I want to have babies with you too but the timing is a little off right now.” You sigh, you barely had time for each other so bringing a baby into the equation was not the right move for now. 

“I was thinking…” He starts, looking a little hesitant. “Maybe I should quit and look for another job. My good friend Doyoung owns an entertainment agency and he says he has a spot open in PR. It’s better hours and slightly better pay. I just want to be able to spend time with my wife.” He says. Giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

“Oh.” You were stunned at the news, you did not know that he was contemplating leaving the company. He’s been working here for such a long time, it almost felt weird that he was considering leaving.

“Are you sure that would be the better option? Have you talked to your supervisor about it? How far is it from here?” You question, wanting to make sure he wasn’t jumping to a hasty decision. 

“I have talked to my department’s overseer and he didn’t really seem to want to work with me and give me better hours. Trust me, I’d rather work here with you but we are hardly spending any time together. Our marriage is my top priority, not my job.” He explained, the conviction evident in his voice. It warmed your heart to see how hard he was trying to get time off so he could be with you. 

“Well, if it’s something you want to do, I support you one hundred percent. I’m going to speak to Namjoon and see if I can cut back on hours as well. I want to be home at a decent time.” You say, willing to put in some of the work too. You weren’t going to leave it all to Jaehyun.

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“Good morning. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Namjoon greeted as you entered his office. 

“I’d like to speak to you about something.” You say, taking a seat in front of him.

“Oh. That sounds serious. You’re not quitting, are you?” Namjoon asks, slight panic noticeable in his voice.

“No, I’m not.” You chuckle, shaking your head. “I do, however, want to see about working less hours.” You say, figuring it was better to get right to it instead of beating around the bush. 

“Oh okay. So like, less days or less working hours?” He asks for clarification, looking at something in his computer.

“Less hours is fine. I just want to make sure I’m home at a decent hour.” You say, hoping that it’s a possibility.

”Okay, I’ll look into it and let you know. May I ask why you’re trying to work less hours?” You smile at Namjoon’s curiosity but you can’t blame him. Most people want to work more to make more money, but your priorities are different now.

“Yes, well, Jaehyun and I want to have kids and we want to start trying.” You say, knowing that whatever you tell Namjoon in confidence, he will not say anything to anyone.

His gasp was almost comical and before you knew it he was out of his seat and right in front of you, ready to give you a hug.

“Congratulations! That makes me so happy.” He swayed you back and forth, happiness overwhelming him because he’s known you so long and he’s excited for the next step in your life. 

You walked out of Namjoon’s office with lighter shoulders, happy to have had the conversation with him. You knew he had to work with higher ups in order to approve your hour reduction request, but the hardest part was over. He reacted better than you had initially thought but you were not complaining- you know Namjoon loves kids and he’d be excited for you. 

“Noona, what’s the hot goss?” Jungkook asked, scaring you slightly because you did not see him coming.

“How many times have I told you not to sneak up on me?” You grit out, placing a hand on your chest in hopes it will slow down your erratic heart.

“Sorry.” He apologized sheepishly, toothy grin automatically vanishing your annoyance. “So? What’s the hot goss?” He repeats.

“Hot goss? What does that mean?” You ask, not understanding his youthful lingo.

“Hot gossip noona! Come on, you’re not that old, get with the times.” He rolled his eyes and expertly dodged the smack you almost delivered. 

“There is no hot gossip, Kookie.” You lie, knowing he’s going to get annoyed and bug you until you tell him.

“Noona don’t lie to me! I can tell by your face! Your business face and hot goss face are different when you go into hyung’s office. Don’t be mean to me.” He whines, following into your office like a lost puppy. 

“Okay fine,” You finally give in, sitting on your chair and signaling for him to close the door. “I just asked to get my hours reduced.” You say since it’s the truth.

“Oh.” He says dissatisfied, he can tell that’s not all but he doesn’t want to pry.

You giggle at the frown line on his forehead and decide to stop torturing the poor gossiping boy.

“Jaehyun and I want to start trying for a baby. So I need time off in order to do that.” You say, watching his eyes go wide like saucers.

“What! Noona! I’m so excited!!” He jumps up, launching himself in a hug and almost making your chair snap in two. “Oh my gosh I’m gonna be an uncle!” He gushes, crushing your body with his muscular build. He let out an audible gasp that confused you before what he said made you want to smack him hard. “Are you going to tell your kids that you made out with their uncle?” He asks scandalized, moving away at the precise second before your hand hits his back.

“Go work or something Jungkook.” You shoo him, unimpressed with his joke. 

He laughs hysterically but decides to leave because he can’t risk getting hit by you. 

After work you decided to do a little retail therapy since you had a very stressful work week. Jaehyun wasn’t getting home until late and you did not feel like being alone in your apartment. You were in desperate need of new boots for the winter and therefore you went to the best shopping mall in Seoul. 

You smiled politely in greeting at the shop attendants that bowed respectfully as you entered the store. They offered their help if you needed it and they let you be when you told them you’d like to shop alone. You were walking with determination to the shoe section and you heard some of the shop attendants giggling and whispering. Thinking nothing of it, you make your way to the glorious shoe section, sighing contently at the beautiful sight. 

At a distance you saw the most gorgeous pair of knee-high faux leather boots with a chunky heel and you beelined towards them, completely missing the person walking by you and accidentally bumping into them. 

“Sorry.” You both said in unison and you look up at the familiar voice. 

“Chanyeol?” You say. Surprised to see him out of nowhere. You haven't seen him in person for over a year now and it felt so odd.

“Hey! Sorry I almost tackled you to the ground.” He chuckles, waving off who you assumed was a bodyguard that started to make his way towards the two of you.

So there’s a high profile celebrity in the store, no wonder all the employees were excited.

“Now I know why all the shop attendants were giggling like school girls.” You tease, amused at the fact that you knew this man since before he was famous and he still seems the same.

“Yeah, it's… something.” He shrugs, sort of used to the attention he gets but it still seems crazy to him. “You look great. How have you been?” He asks, actually very happy to see you. 

“I’ve been great! Just working, you know. I need a little retail therapy so here I am!” You say, motioning to the rows of shoes with your hand. 

The movement made the light shine on your wedding ring and that caught Chanyeol’s eye, his gut twisting involuntarily for just a second.

“Is that a wedding ring I see?” He asks, hoping his voice sounded as light as he was hoping it did.

“Oh!” You say, forgetting that he most likely didn’t know you got married even though Sehun was invited to your wedding. “Yeah, we just celebrated our one year anniversary.” You say, a blissful smile gracing your lips.

“That’s incredible! Congratulations!” He says, opening his arms for a hug. You hesitated for a split second but went in anyway, knowing that whatever past contempt or hard feelings are nonexistent between the two of you. Even though you had a not so pleasant past with Chanyeol, you still cared for him as a person and maybe one day, as a friend. He let go of you pretty quickly but it was still long enough for some of the shop attendants to see the action and start whispering furiously about what they saw.

“Well, I gotta get going, but it was nice seeing you. Congratulations to you and Jaehyun, I’m very happy for the two of you.” He says, giving you a parting smile which you returned and watched him leave with his bodyguard.

You finally make your way to the boots you saw and are delighted that you are able to get the last pair in your size.

“Excuse me, sorry for the question but… do you know Loey?” The attendant helping you at the register asks, her shy voice barely above a whisper.

“Huh? Oh! Yes, I do. He’s a… long time friend and we have worked together as well.” You say with a smile, handing her your credit card with your left hand, wedding ring sparkling under the light.

“Oh, that’s so exciting that you’re friends with him!’ She says excitedly, ringing up your purchase and not so subtly staring at your wedding ring.

“That’s a gorgeous ring.” She smiles, most likely making the connection that nothing is going on with you and Chanyeol, thank god.

“Thank you.” With a polite smile you gather your belongings and go home, excited to see your husband. 

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“Noona, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me that Jaehyun is leaving the company. I feel so betrayed.” Jungkook whined as he barged into your office, shutting up the second he saw you were on the phone.

“Yes of course, I will email that to you right now. Okay, bye.” You say and hang up, giving Jungkook a death glare because you have told him time and time again to not barge in your office.

“To what do I owe the disruption today?” You ask, swiveling around to send out an important email.

“Why didn’t you tell me that Jaehyun is leaving the company?” Jungkook whines, feeling left out of the important information.

“Because it’s not my business to tell.” You deadpan, giving your attention back to your work.

You had not yet fully processed the fact that Jaehyun is leaving and you’re no longer working together. Even though your schedules have been crazy and seeing each other at work is not an often occurrence, just knowing that your husband is in the building is reassuring. You’re happy though, because he is going to be more available and so are you. Namjoon was able to approve your hour reduction request and it aligned perfectly with Jaehyun’s new job.

“There’s no secrets between us noona.” He complains again, almost getting under your skin but you could never truly be mad at Jungkook.

“It’s not a secret. It’s public knowledge now.” You tease, knowing how much he hates being in the dark about things. 

“Whatever, you’re being difficult. I’m leaving.” He says, the sass too real.

“Good.” You chuckle, shaking your head at his childish grumbles, complaining about you no longer loving him.

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“Is he sad about leaving?” Mina asks, making faces at Minjun as she pushed the cart. 

Mina had agreed to come grocery shopping with you after work. It was Jaehyun’s last day at the company and you want to make him his favorite dinner to celebrate the start of his new job. 

“I don’t think so. He’s excited about the new job. It’ll be good for us. You say, grabbing the prettiest bunch of spinach you can find.

“Well I hope he likes the new job. It’ll be nice that you guys can spend more time together. Maybe now you can give my children a best friend or two, or five.” Mina says, laughing at your big rounded eyes at the number five.

“Yeah maybe two max.” You chuckle, damn well knowing you would never have five children. 

“So are you going to have some nasty sex tonight?” She asks, winking. She knows exactly what to say to make you blush.

“You need to watch your language around Minjun.” You reprimand, making her laugh further.

“Yeah, yeah okay.” Mina rolls her eyes, loving your reaction.

You finished shopping with a much more light hearted and appropriate conversation, parting ways with Mina once you were all done. You went home and started to cook right away, making sure you were done by the time that Jaehyun got home. 

“Oh yes baby, just like that.” You moan, reveling in the feeling of Jaehyun filling you up all the way. The stretch was delicious and the way he moved his hips was hitting your sweet spot.

“Oh yes, ngh, you’re so tight.” Jaehyun pants, shuddering at the way your wet velvety walls take him in and squeeze. He is panting loudly near your ear and the sounds he is making are pushing you towards the edge. 

Jaehyun can tell that you’re close so he reaches down and presses tight circles to your clit, making you moan and the pleasure that overcomes you. You buck your hips wildly, breathless chants of encouragement leaving your lips. Jaehyun was making you feel so good and you could feel the coil in your lower belly get tighter, begging to be released. Jaehyun bends down and takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting it, finally bringing you to your climax. 

“Oh fuck!” You shriek, body shaking underneath Jaehyun, him still pistoning into you. His release was so close and your pleasure filled face was the perfect vizual he needed to make him reach his end. He moans your name, his hot breath fanning over your chest. He is about to pull out of you but you wrap your legs around his waist before he could move. He gives you a confused look, surprised by your action.

“I’m fertile today.” You explain, tightening your legs around him.

“Oh okay. I don’t mind staying like this for a bit.” He says, coming down to his elbows so he doesn’t crush you with his weight. He looks into your eyes lovingly and you feel butterflies in your stomach, amazed and thankful that you have him. 

You thought that you would be grossed out at the feeling of your slick skin touching, but you didn’t mind it. You wrapped your arms around Jaehyun's shoulders and played with his soft hair, loving the comforting feeling.

“This feels nice.” He says, breaking the comfortable silence. You hum in agreement, hands still playing with his hair. “You should let me stay inside you more often.” He says and you playfully hit his arm, now understanding what he was referring to.

“Such a perv.” You tease, grimacing at the feel of Jaehyun pulling out of you.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He says, scooping you up in his arms and taking you to the shower.

With Jaehyun’s new work schedule and your reduced hours, you were able to spend a lot more time together, which was great. Even though most of your free time was spent having a crazy amount of sex. It was fun and casual, not putting any pressure on trying to conceive, but just enjoying your time together and your bodies as well. Some days you would have dinner past ten at night because the second Jaehyun would get home, he would grab you and drag you to the bedroom for some intense hours of love making. You don't know if it was normal to desire him so much, but you could keep this up for longer and not tire of it. Your body was a little sore after the first three days, but you were not complaining, it was a good kind of sore. Jaehyun also wanted to take advantage of the fact that you were still alone and he would get creative at times and take you in the kitchen while you were trying to finish cooking dinner. Other times he would take you in the living room while your favorite drama played in the background, your moans and his grunts drowning out the noise. Shower sex was an often occurence because he claimed he wanted to shower with you so you could scrub his back, but he would inevitably turn it into an excuse to have sex there too. If anyone knew how much sex you were having, they probably would think you were crazy. But you couldn’t complain. Not when Jaehyun was so good at it. 

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After a successful quarter and on-time performance with deadlines, Namjoon decided to take everyone out for lunch as a thank you for all the hard work. It was a great accomplishment for everyone and the atmosphere was great. 

“Here noona, I’ll grill the meat for you.” Jungkook offered, cooking the pieces of meat the way you liked it.

“Thanks Kookie, so sweet.” You smile at him, taking a sip of your water.

“Are you not going to eat any of the side dishes?” Namjoon asks, eyeing you weirdly because you had barely touched any of the food.

“Yeah I will, I just feel a little weird.” You say, trying to control the sudden wave of nausea that hit you with the smell of the kimchi that was being passed around. 

“Well if you don’t want to eat that, your meat is ready.” Jungkook nudges you, wrapping the piece of meat in a lettuce leaf and bringing it to your lips. You take it in and chew, the nausea coming back full force. You are able to keep the gagging down but you scared both Namjoon and Jungkook when you abruptly got up from your seat and practically ran to the bathroom.

You spit out the food into the toilet, painfully dry heaving because you barely had anything to eat all day but your body still wanted to empty itself out. You hover over the toilet seat until you finally feel your body relax and the heaving stops. You take a deep breath and rinse your mouth before going back to your group, hoping you didn’t attract too much attention to yourself. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Jungkook asks concerned.

“Were you seriously waiting for me outside the ladies room?” You ask incredulously, embarrassed at the fact that perhaps he heard you gagging in there. 

“Yeah, you ran out of there so fast, I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He says, walking back to you to your table.

“I’m fine, I just feel a little queasy. It’s probably because I haven’t been drinking enough water.” You say, hoping that he will drop it at that.

“Okay…” He says reluctantly, not entirely convinced. 

You try to enjoy the rest of the lunch with your coworkers and thankfully you're able to hold down the grilled vegetables that Jungkook ordered for you since everything else was making your stomach upset. 

Back in the office you tried to concentrate on your work but there was something that was bothering you a little. You have never felt that nauseous before in your life and you remember how Mina would tell you how nauseous she would get when she was pregnant with Minjun. You had sent one of the intern girls to the pharmacy down the street to get you a pregnancy test because you wanted to be sure.

“Ma’am, here is what you asked me to bring.” The intern, Heekyong, whispered as she entered your office, leaving the brown paper bag on your desk along with your change.

“Thank you.” You smile at her, waiting for her to leave so you can open the packaging and sneak the test into the bathroom.

Those were the longest three minutes in your life, waiting to see what the stick would read. 

‘Why is my heart beating so fast?’ You thought, your hands shaking as you wiped your face. ‘Jaehyun and I want a baby, so this would be good.’ You say to yourself, flexing your fingers in an attempt to control your shaking. You jumped at the sound of your timer going off, indicating that three minutes have passed. Taking a deep breath, you look at the test and gasp when you see the bold words: Pregnant.

Your eyes welled up with tears and you had to fight the urge to call Jaehyun and Mina to tell them the news. You knew false positives were a thing and you didn’t want to get anyone excited and then have it be incorrect. 

“Hello, I'd like to make an appointment with Dr. Lee.” You say to the medical receptionist. “For a pregnancy test. Yes that’s fine, I can do that. Thank you.” You hang up and roll the pregnancy test in a bunch of toilet paper, hurriedly washing your hands and going to your office, 

“Hey Namjoon, I made a doctors appointment because I don’t feel well. It’s in an hour, is that fine?” You ask into the phone, already knowing the answer.

“Yes that’s fine. You did look a little pale at lunch. Take the rest of the day off, don’t worry.” Namjoon says, you can hear the concern in his voice. 

“Thank you.” You say, feeling emotional all of a sudden. 

You hang up and send out one last email before shutting down your station for the day and heading out.

‘Hey noona, I stopped by to see if you were okay.” Jungkook says, walking up to you as you’re closing your office door behind you.

“Not too hot Kookie, I’m taking the rest of the day off and going to the doctor.” You say, but omitting a huge fact.

“Are you able to go alone? Need me to accompany you?” He asks and you feel bad that he’s concerned about you.

“It’s okay Kook, I can go alone.” You say and pat his shoulder, ordering a cab right away so you don’t have to wait.

“Okay, text me if you need anything.” He says as he watches you enter the elevator.

Once inside the cab, you feel very nervous even though you’re excited. You were already excited and you really hoped that wasn’t a false positive. 

You arrived at the clinic and checked in, immediately being taken to your private room to wait for Dr. Lee.

“Mrs. Jung, good to see you.” She greets, entering your room.

“You too Dr. Lee.” You say, giving her a nervous smile. 

“So I see that you’re here for a pregnancy test?” She asks, eyeing your chart. “Yes that’s right.” You answer, fidgeting in your seat.

“Okay, let me get the supplies and we shall get it done.” She says and gathers a butterfly needle and some test tubes. She printed your information and stuck it onto the tubes. 

“Okay Mrs. Jung, I’ll take these to the lab and I’ll be back shortly.” She says, placing a bandage on the spot she drew blood from your hand. 

You didn’t realize you dozed off until the sound of the door opening startled you awake. You quickly wiped your mouth in case any drool escaped and you sat up, your heart hummering all of a sudden.

“Sorry that took kind of long. But I have your test results. Congratulations Mrs. Jung, you are pregnant. You are about two weeks along and you’ll be due approximately July 10th.” Dr. Lee says, handing you a prescription for some prenatals. 

“Thank you.” You say breathlessly, accepting the prescription. 

You walked back home almost in a trance, excited about this new chapter in your life with the man you love. It almost felt surreal but it made sense since you and Jaehyun had been going at it like a pair of bunnies in heat. You knew getting pregnant was a possibility but you didn’t think it would happen that fast. Your eyes welled with happy tears, feeling blessed because your little family is growing. You finally get home and you take a quick shower, changing into a cute outfit and preparing a delicious dinner for your husband. 

“Honey, I’m home!” Jaehyun exclaimed cheesily, entering the kitchen after taking off his suit jacket. “Oh my gosh, it smells delicious in here. Someone has been busy.” He says, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, head on your shoulder.

“Hi.” He whispers, giving your neck a sweet kiss.

“Hello my love.” You say, moving your head just enough to reach his lips for a chaste kiss. 

“You look beautiful.” Jaehyun comments, noticing your pretty outfit. It was different to your usual after-work lounge wear, but he didn’t mind. In his eyes, you looked beautiful in anything.

“Thanks.” You say with a smile, finishing up the food and turning the stove burner off. 

“What’s that?” Jaehyun asks, finally noticing the small gift box on the middle of the table. 

“That’s for you.” You say, watching his confused face.

“It’s not my birthday or anything.” He says, walking cautiously towards the box.  

 You laugh at his silly antics and urge him to open it.

He gingerly grabs it and undoes the bow, slowly opening the box. He was still and quiet for what felt like an eternity even though it was less than a minute. He stared intently to the contents of the box before he looked up at you, eyes a little watery.

“Are you pregnant?” He asks in a whisper, afraid that if he speaks louder he will wake up from this dream.

“Yes.” You answer, chuckling at his reaction. “I went to the doctor to confirm.” You say, hoping he’s not going into shock. 

“Oh my god, babe! You’re pregnant!” He finally exclaims, placing the box on the table and rushing towards you, carefully picking you up and spinning you, his gleeful laugh filling up the kitchen. 

“I’m going to be a dad!” He says incredulously, his brain still wrapping around the fact that you’re pregnant. 

“Babe, thank you! I love you so much! I love our baby so much!” He exclaims, peppering your face with kisses and jumping excitedly. 

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[slxyangel]

On Your Feet (Izzy Stradlin’ x Reader)

Summary: The shower gets a bit more steamy than usual when you are both in it.

Wordcount: 1.8k.

Warnings: Essentially smut, oral (F receiving), sliiiightly rough parts (blink and you’ll miss them), explicit language (duh). Despite the name, there’s no foot fetish, don’t worry.

A/N: This is the first Izzy smut I write and I’m so damn excited to share it with you. I’m tagging @agroupiewhore because she asked me to and @slashscowboyboots because Izzy is her guy and I thing she might like reading this as much as I liked writing it. Also, I’m planning to do a taglist, so if you want me to include you, just tell me in the askbox and I will.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Masterlist: https://slxyangel.tumblr.com/post/189625800403/masterlist

You had a thing for standing orgasms. The kind that you forcefully had to go through holding onto something or someone, because if you didn’t you would fall apart, literally. Those that made your legs tremble and made you feel insanely weak before, because of the effort; meanwhile, because of the bliss; and after, because of the exhaustion. And Izzy knew it. And, since he was a natural provider, he provided.

The shower had started normally, for God’s sake. You even were alone in there, which lately happened once every solstice. Not that you were complaining, obviously, but having showers with your boyfriend usually led to both of you being late everywhere and thanking the odds for not getting any broken bone in the process. So, yeah, you were on your own, absentmindedly humming a tune in your head, you don’t really remember which one, when he opened the door of the bathroom.

Up until then everything normal, he sometimes did that when you were taking your sweet time in the shower and he had to pee or brush his teeth. At first that always annoyed you, but given the fact that you only had one bathroom in your flat and that the door had no lock, you ended up getting used to his intrusions. Oh, and let’s not forget that it wasn’t technically a shower, but a small bathtub with a curtain, a tap and a shower head that could be either hanging or in your hand. Because nuances are important here.

There you were, singing and swinging the shower head, minding your own business, soaping your whole body and planning your outfit for the day, when suddenly the curtain flew open and, no words spoken, Izzy stepped into the tub with you, stark naked and with a boner bigger than Manhattan. Because that’s how one gets in a shower. Stark naked, I mean, not the boner, that’s another story. He took the shower head from your hand and hovered it all over his body, wetting every single millimeter of his exposed skin. The sight was downright sinful: his eyes closed, his hair dripping, his breaths blowing away all the little drops that dared come in contact with his lips, his mouth open... 

- What are you looking at?

- You.

What a dumb question to ask. He must had sensed your eyes burning his skin like laser rays from head to toe and side to side, not missing a single detail. Not that you hadn’t seen him like that before, you obviously had, but it never failed to impress you. It was moments like that when you asked yourself more than ever, “How the hell did I land this?”. But he was provoking. Izzy loved to tease, that was not new; and you lowkey highkey loved to be teased. In any case, he was just being pointless; he couldn't do what he had just done, especially being so visibly horny, and try to play it cool, because clearly he wanted it more than you did. Well, at least that was true right before he stepped in there with you, but right now… well, right now maybe the scores were even.

Interrupting the course of your thoughts, Izzy moved closer to you, holding your hips and giving you a kiss so nasty you started to think that the water that ran down your legs was not water. Then, without letting go of your lower body, he kneeled on the bottom of the bathtub and looked at you from below with big eyes and a smile that resembled a panther's right before it catches the antelope.

He buried his head between your legs and worked his way to make you tremble the way he knew you loved. He didn't even bother prolong the issue, but you silently thanked him for it, because you didn't think you could stand the agony of a never arriving orgasm. In less than a minute, one of your hands was already in his black mane of wet hair, and the other one tried to grab the wall next to you, obviously with little success. By then the showerhead was already on the floor. You felt how your senses got close to and far from the edge, and then close again, like waves that threatened to drown you in the most beautiful euphoria, and you couldn’t contain the moans.

And he stopped. Just like that, he stopped and withdrew his head. Your eyes, almost worried, found his, almost amused, as he stood up from his original position.

- What are you…?

- Turn around for me, babe.

His words came out of his swollen lips at the same time he gently positioned your back against his front. And then, definitely not that gently, he pushed you against the wall and thrust into you in a swift, eager motion. You were already really, really wet, so his shaft slid in with no problem. Your sensitive walls started clenching around him in less than no time, because after what he had just done to you, your whole organism was craving its sweet release. He was fast and rough, and if you didn’t know him so well you wouldn’t have noticed the irregularity in his movements that told you he was getting desperate too. His right hand grabbed and then slapped your buttcheek and, with his other hand, he caressed the side of your face that was not pressed against the marble tiles. His fingers grazed your hair, your temple, your cheek and your lips, and once they were there you started sucking on them so good, so filthy, suffocating your moans and letting him enjoy the sight. Your eyes, almost shut, begged him for whatever he was willing to give you and your knees seemed dangerously close to give in.

- Izzy, please…

You didn’t even know what you were saying or what you wanted to ask him for.

Him.

Just him.

More him.

His lips made the distance with yours disappear, twisting your neck in an almost impossible angle. Then, his left hand traveled from your jaw to your breasts and south from there, sneaking down where you couldn’t want him more even if you tried. Insanity was about to take over you but, in the worst moment, his voice in your ear implored you not to let go, not just yet.

He pulled out.

You couldn’t convey how infinitely frustrated he was making you feel, but you couldn’t hide it either, because an anguished, angry and fucking horny moan was faster leaving your lips than you were containing it. You knew that, if he hadn’t stopped right then, you wouldn’t have been able to hold yourself back, because he had you there, right there, at the point in which only one more movement would have been fatal yet terribly wonderful.

You were now facing each other, heavy breathing, impossibly closer and fighting against the most dominant of your basic instincts. His eyes, locked with yours as he said “I just want to look at you”, could have been your death sentence, but you had one task to complete. You stood on your tiptoes, holding onto his shoulders so you could keep yourself balanced and softly kissed his mouth. Your legs were barely separated, just enough for him to creep the hand he wasn’t holding your waist with between you two and slide his fingers along your folds. Before you had time to enjoy the contact, he took his cock in his hand and lined it with your entrance, pressing his tip against your center. Very slowly and without separating his eyes from yours for even a second, he slid inside of you.

The penetration was shallow but, in exchange for the lack of him filling you up, you had him everywhere else. Every spot of skin in your core was melting against the friction. Your clit was throbbing in a pleasure so intense it felt almost close to pain, and his length sliding it up and down did all but helping ease it. You craved for more, and held him tighter as if your bodies were going to merge into each other at any given time. Your legs felt like jelly and, since you had to stand on your tiptoes for the magic to happen, your balance threatened to leave your body. He felt your fingers latching onto his shoulders, your nails digging his skin and your knees buckling for a split second, but he would never let you fall. His hands held your ass up, desperately closer to him, and he gave you the support you, at that point, lacked and didn’t seem able to regain anytime soon. He kissed you fiercely, swallowing the sounds your body made. He didn’t stop moving for a second, and when he felt that familiar twitch happen inside of you, all he did was smile and press you to his front. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, all of the built up anticipation he had exasperated you with was finally released, and your body was spinning unbearably fast. Your head flying, your lungs emptying themselves in a scream you heard behind what felt like a wall of glass, and your limbs losing their power for a tiny moment. It was like riding a rollercoaster, except all there was was Izzy, and the rest of things had been created with the sole purpose to revolve around him, his hazel eyes and the way he absentmindedly owned the world.

You were so caught up in the clouds that you hadn’t realized his pleasure had synchronized with yours to the millisecond. His head was buried in the crook of your neck as his arms embraced you, and the scraps of the glorious grunts he emitted still resounded there, against the skin he had painted purple with his lips. His hair still dripped down his back, his shoulders and your chest with now colder drops. A shiver ran down your spine. It had been a while since you forgot about the still on warm shower head and only dedicated yourselves to one another, so now that the pleasure that comes with lust had faded, the temperature was sensibly lower. His body abandoned yours, and you flinched at the loss, but you comfortably regained your posture when he took the shower head from the floor of the tub and covered both of you with the heat you were missing. Just like that you stayed, next to each other, skin to skin until a light cloud of steam settled inside the bathroom, as the witness to how both of you recovered your breath and your legs kept shaking.

[no-gorms]

is tony's bubble butt a writing prompt? because i would like to see it in ur top notch writing pls... thank u for ur service

It IS a prompt, and here is a thing.

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Steve/Tony, Thor, Bruce, Natasha, 1200+ words (also on ao3)

Tony’s pants are particularly tight today.

To be true, Tony’s wardrobe tends to err on the side of well-fitted, but today it seems more egregious than most. He’s in dark slacks, made of a soft, quasi-shiny material Steve associates with glossy magazines’ unrelatable idea of office-wear. The cut is fitting to begin with, but he’s currently standing with his hands in his pockets, and the push of his hands into the material have drawn it tighter around the comely shape peeking out from under the hem of his jacket. It’s like the long lines of Tony’s legs are arrows pointing up, up, here.

It’s not even as if Tony’s butt is the most inarguably attractive part of him. There’s a lot vying for that top spot – his eyes, his smile, his hands, the deft way he navigates conversation oftentimes saying absolutely nothing while getting everything he needs. Among others.

But, the butt. Tony’s butt.

Well-proportioned. Well-shaped. Curving solid and firm, but soft at the same time. Golden ratio glorious, and currently tipped provocatively as he shifts his weight onto one foot during whatever discussion he’s having with Natasha across the room. And this is only in still form; Tony hasn’t even started walking yet, where every piece of floor is a red carpet, and every entrance is a production.

Steve’s tended to think himself as more of a leg man. Pins are nice – all that strength and curvature along the calves – but once he started noticing Tony’s ass, it’s kind of been… well.

Most of the time it’s a good distraction. On a tough day, it’s good to have something nice to look at, like a pick-me-up. Such as when Steve’s battered and bruised post-mission, it’s nice to look over at Tony’s stepping out of the Iron Man suit and wonder if Steve’s hands are big enough to heft both cheeks at once. (Current guess is, probably not.)

Other times, it’s a bad distraction. Like now, when they’re having evening drinks in the tower and Steve’s at the bar in an actual conversation with Thor and Bruce that he’d lost track of a couple of minutes ago. Thor has been saying something.

“Captain,” Thor says.

“Yeah?” Steve says.

“I said,” Thor says, almost gently, “do you want to touch it?”

Steve blinks. “I’m sorry, what?”

Thor leans in, his voice in a conspiratory whisper: “Stark’s butt. You’d like to touch it, yes?”

“I—” Steve’s face heats up in mild terror, but Thor is just grinning and Bruce is nursing a drink with a vaguely distant expression. Steve swallows. “That’s not—”

“Come now, there’s no shame in it,” Thor says good-naturedly. “Stark’s butt is very fine. Like a ripe—”

“Please, no,” Bruce says.

“You disagree?” Thor says.

“Oh, no,” Bruce says, “I agree that Steve wants to touch… that.”

A laugh startles out of Steve, partly out of panic and partly in disbelief. “I’m not…” The half-hearted denial fades away, because this is Thor and Bruce, who are not doing much more than looking at him, smiling and… kind? Steve finds himself relaxing, which is a mistake. “Is it that obvious?”

“You look like you, forgive the parlance, want to eat it,” Bruce says.

Thor laughs. “Very much so.”

Steve winces. “Can Tony tell?”

“Who knows?” Bruce says with a shrug. “Tony sees what he wants to see, sometimes.”

“Before anything else, there must be an introduction,” Thor declares. “’Tis easy. Follow my lead, Captain.”

That statement is sometimes promising, and other times cause for terror. Today is the second, because Thor now pushes himself away from the bar, all six foot plus of Asgardian prince who cannot be stopped, and marches across the floor to where Tony and Natasha are still deep in gossip.

Thor walks towards Tony, arms swinging. Natasha sees him approach and acknowledge it with a tip of her head, though her convo with Tony only pauses when Thor’s arm swings out, palm out, and makes contact with Tony’s ass.

A smack, light and friendly. No big deal. (Tony’s right cheek ripples at the contact, and Steve is too agonizingly far to hear the sound it makes.) Tony turns to raise an eyebrow at Thor, but he doesn’t even flinch. Steve can’t hear what Tony says over the noise, but he reads, “Nice to see you, too,” on Tony’s lips.

Thor says something in return and wanders off, seemingly off to the bathroom.

Just like that.

Just like that.

“Wow,” Steve says. He looks at Bruce, who bobs a fist in the air supportively.

“Carpe gluteus?” Bruce says.

There are a great many factors that could be blamed here. The atmosphere of the evening is easy, comfortable. They’re all still basking in the high of a successful mission. Steve is still reeling from the fact that Thor and Bruce are immediately fine and understanding about Steve’s… attentions… which is more than he’d hoped for. So why not.

Why not?

Steve mirrors Thor’s movement of pushing himself away from the bar. There’s a chanting in his head as he starts walking – it’s fine, it’sfriendly, there’s nothing more to be read out of it, Thor could do it – which only stutters when Natasha looks up and sees him approach.

For a second Steve’s steps are about to falter, but Natasha’s expression doesn’t change; she merely turns back to Tony and keeps talking, and that if nothing else convinces Steve on the right track and everything will be fine.

Steve drops an arm out by his side. As soon as he’s close enough to smell Tony’s cologne, he sweeps it up into – contact.

There’s a smack of skin against skin. Tony’s butt – geez. It wobbles. It’s squishy but resilient, and bobs back against Steve’s palm, warm and firm but also soft and supple: an improbable mix of traits all mixed up in each other, just like its owner.

Tony is looking up at him.

Steve realizes, after a second or maybe a handful of seconds, that he didn’t just smack Tony’s ass. He’d smacked and… stayed. His hand is still there. His fingers are curled a little, measuring the strong curve underneath them. He was right; a single buttcheek cannot fit in his palm. It’s – it’s lovely.

It’s up to Tony to speak first. “You want to keep doing that, you need to take me out to dinner.”

“Tomorrow at seven okay?” Steve blurts out.

Tony blinks. “What?”

“Uh.” Steve stills. “Oh. Hmm.”

“He’s free,” Natasha says.

“What?” Tony says again.

“Oh god.” Steve realizes he’s still touching Tony, and quickly removes his hand. “I’m so sorry.”

Tony’s still blinking in a daze. “Are you?”

“Yes,” Steve says.

“Tomorrow at seven,” Natasha says. “I heard that. I’m a witness.”

“Wow,” Tony says, staring at Steve. “I did not know you could look that red.”

“Yes, well,” Steve says, mouth running on without him, “there’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

Tony’s still staring. “Apparently so. Was that, um. Was that for real? Tomorrow?”

“Obviously,” Steve says, with more gumption that he actually feels.

“Okay,” Tony says, nodding slowly. “Tomorrow.”

“Good,” Steve says.

“Excellent,” Tony says.

“Exit stage right, Steve,” Natasha says quietly.

“Okay.” Steve nods, and resists a ridiculous urge to salute. He starts to move away in desperate search for the relief of an exit, only to suddenly feel a light slap on his own ass – off-center from the left cheek, quick and clumsy and unmistakable. He slowly turns back, to where Tony’s quickly shoving both his hands deep into his pockets.

Tony clears his throat. “Just, you know. Keeping things fair.”

Steve finds himself smiling, and said smile grows when Tony grins in return. “I do like things being fair,” Steve says.

[im-actually-ok]

*Incorrect Sanders Sides Quotes Based on Dialog with my own family and friends Part 3*

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Logan: I’m just worn out.

Virgil: from what?

Logan: being alive

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Roman: *laughing* pft

Logan: what?

Roman: just an inside joke.

Logan:*looking around* with who?

Roman:... me

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Janus: Are your pants on fire? Cuz you just told a lie.

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Roman: I mean, look, Virgils a pretty chill person.

Virgil:*a literal vibrating ball of anxiety in the corner* Yeah... chill...

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Janus: I don’t like the poses the guy does in the mirror when I look at it.

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Roman: dang, her eyebrows are sharp.

Remus: Could cut diamonds sharp or my jawline sharp?

Roman: That’s one and the same.

*Remus and Roman high-five*

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Logan:*picks petal off flower in vase*

Patton:OH MY GOD YOU KILLED IT!

Logan:*confused* but its already... dead?

Patton: *tearing up* BUT WHY?!?

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Roman:*picks up orange peel*

Roman: this is nature, right?

Roman:*chucks peel into backyard*

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Patton: REMUS! What have I said about licking your brother!?

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Virgil: Remus get your BUTT off me!!!!

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Remus: Buckle up your buttcheeks cuz it’s about to get real!

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Janus: sorry Patton, I can’t hang out I still have schoolwork

Patton*leaving the room*:oh, ok.

Janus* swiveling around to face Virgil*: No I don’t, that was a lie! *laughs chaotically*

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Remus: hey guess what?

Roman: what?

Remus: I’m a buttcheek.

Roman: indeed you are

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Remus: YOU’RE TERRIBLE!!!

Remus: YOU STINK!!

Remus: YOU’RE A ROTTEN LITTLE FISHY FISH!!

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Remus: if you were one of the seven deadly sins, you’d be jealousy

Remus: cuz you’re so jealous of my glorious butt cheeks

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Virgil: I AM A CHILD OF DARKNESS

Virgil: AHHHHHHHHHHHH

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Remus: hey, hey Janus, hey

Janus: *sigh* what now

Remus: *flips Janus off with a breadstick on their finger*

Janus: you b*tch

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Logan: you know inside out right?

Logan: so imagine all the facets of my mind all sitting in chairs in a circle in my brain, ok?

Logan: and, like that meme with the dog, the whole place is on fire and it’s just like

Logan: this is fine

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Roman: *talking to Virgil about Logan* he’s just scary, ya know?

Logan: WHAT?! I AM NOT SCARY!

Roman:...

Roman: you literally just made my point

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Logan: *for no reason* AAAHHHGGGGG

Logan: AAAAGGGGHHHH

Logan: WWHHHYYYYY

Logan: GOSH

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Logan: *falls over*

Roman: OMG ur like illiterate

Roman: at life

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Roman:*singing* 2020 was supposed to be the best year ever!

Roman: but turns out that it f*cking sucked

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Yep...yep... for part one and two click below!

Part one

Part two

[horrorslashergirl]

Two requests in one go!!! For @dinoloverxx and an anon ❤️🎃 enjoy yourselfs

NSFW Headcanons with Nathaniel Demerest/ The Djinn:

First off is first and that he is a demon, an evil being, no matter how you see it so these short of R Rated things are everything except vanilla.

You can be shy at the begining of the night but in the morning you will be a sweaty flushed mess.

He might go easy on you at first if you beg him enough, but these chances are low.

No limits. He is pretty open minded when it comes to spicying things up in the bedroom. Be it blindfolding or whips. He has a variety of tastes.

Just go ahead and walk on him in lacy lingery with that cheeky smile. He will go down on you girl and that long fork like tongue will do you wonders.

Your Wish is his command quiet funny if you think about it, but seriously now... He may be evil but that doesn't mean that he gets blind when it comes to your pleasure. He feeds on it.

Doesn't mind your shy blushing exterior. He finds it quiet gorgeous and it suits you dear.

In terms of favorite position depends on his mood. If he is in a playfull mood you can ride him. If he is pent up full of anger he will Take you doggy style. On all fours. Either way you will be a screaming wantonly mess.

Hair pulling and spanking. Loves to do it when he Takes you from behind, tugging on your glorious hair as he makes your buttcheeks red as blood.

Loves it when you dig your fingernails into his back. He growls with desire.

Finishing up? Only inside dear. No waste. PERIOD.

[greenspandexcladboi]

Is it cool if I play you supple buttcheeks like a bingo drum for an hour straight?

“You know, things have been rather uneventful lately---aside from the usual autograph signings and brand deals it has been pretty boring. Perhaps I could squeeze in a private concert performed upon my glorious buttocks sometime after 4 o’ clock tomorrow. Let me just check my schedule real quick---”. 

[b0bbynash]

Thank you so much! Could you gif the scene in 4x05 when Amy says "I don't know my left buttcheek from my right buttcheek but I believe in listening to both buttcheeks and then farting out my asshole mouth!"? 😂😂😂😂 It was a glorious moment. Here's the scene on YouTube youtube. com/ watch? v=XeQGIzVyT3M

here you go!

I think it’s hands down one of the best scenes in the series lmaooo