#and i have a feeling their relationship is going nowhere but i'll hold onto this forever

[nobie]

Loki and Mobius + touch s2 e1

#*sigh* they were literally touching each other in almost every scene #and i have a feeling their relationship is going nowhere but i'll hold onto this forever #loki spoilers #loki tv spoilers #lokius #loki #mobius m mobius #marvel #mcu #marveledit #mcuedit #lokiedit #lokitvedit #lokitvsource #marveldaily #myedits*

[luveline]

Hi Jade! I’ve been on my criminal minds rerun and it made me come up with this Spencer request if you’re taking them right now! Something along the lines of the reader and Spencer being together and she becomes pregnant but he pieces it together before she does!

tysm for requesting! hope this is ok♡ 1k

cw fem!reader has a positive attitude towards her pregnancy. vaguely adult theme

"I really don't think I can go," you say, flopping down on the bed. 

Spencer laughs and shakes out the shirt in his hands, hoping the creases from the dryer will iron themselves before dinner tonight. "You always say that."

"I really mean it this time. I miss Hotch, I do, and I'm glad he's out of WITSEC, but thinking about the restaurant is making me queasy." 

"Really? I looked it up, it's a nice place. They have their Grade A, it should be spotless in there. I'm pretty sure they almost got a Michelin star." 

You groan, turning onto your side. "I looked too. The entire menu is seafood," you whine. 

"What's wrong with that?" Spencer asks, giving you a quizzical look. 

"The smell." You rub your nose against his pillow and sigh. "I don't feel good. Didn't rough me up in my sleep, did you?" 

"I would never do that," he says, putting the last of the laundry aside to sit by your hip. His hand rests naturally against the slight curve of your side, fingertips pushing the hem of your shirt up enough to steal a glance at your back. 

He wouldn't say this aloud and it doesn't matter, but you've gained a little weight recently. Actually, it does matter in that he thinks it's adorable, but he knows that telling your partner they've gained weight is a faux pas. He likes it, anyhow. It's happy weight. 

Things are so serious now but they don't feel serious. There's no solemness in your relationship, just comfort. He's putting on weight in tandem. 

"You really don't want to go?" Spencer asks. The earlier he lets Hotch know the better. 

You wrap an arm around your stomach. "Sorry, Spence. I'm so sorry, I've felt sick all day and I think it'll just be a repeat of yesterday morning." You puked before breakfast, the smell of eggs too much to bear.

Spencer feels it click into place then and there. The weight, the puking, your changing taste. Your sore chest and lower back, your sensitivity. 

He pushes you gently, a hand on your hip to encourage you down. Careful, he lays down next to you, propping his head on the pillow as he brings hand up to hold you. He can't know for sure… but if you're pregnant as he suspects, it fits. And more than that, it's insane. He doesn't know how to handle this besides wrapping you up in his arms. He'll keep you forever, if he can. 

"Don't be sorry," he says, his voice faraway. You relax completely in his arms, sliding your leg over his to lock him in. "Does your back still hurt?" 

"My chest, Spence," you lament, "it feels like I'm winded. I think I'm coming down with something. Maybe you shouldn't be near me." 

"In that case, I'm staying right here." 

You laugh softly, the warmth of it a circle on his shoulder. "I can call Hotch myself and say sorry. I'll feel better in a few days, and we'll reschedule, and I'll pay even if he tries to." 

Spencer draws a line up your back. Now or never. 

He steels his nerves, the beginning of a hypothesis hesitating on his tongue. Your symptoms in addition to your irregular period and your regular sex lives points toward pregnancy. How does he say that? How should he say it? Should he even bring it up? Perhaps he should wait until you discover it yourself. And you aren't definitely pregnant, it's just a possibility. Maybe you're simply sick—

"Hey, earth to handsome," you whisper, cupping his cheek in your soft palm. You smile as he snaps out of his thoughts. "Hey. I lost you for a few seconds, where'd you go?" 

"Nowhere. I'm here." 

Your smile gets impossibly fond. It's not dissimilar to how you usually look at him. "Are you okay?" 

"Fine. I love you." 

"I love you," you say. 

There's something about you now, this gaussian blur to you. Sunlight seeps in lazily through the blinds thick as honey, a golden kiss to your skin where you lay face to face with him, and your I love you makes him want to cry. This is all ridiculous and amazing and he doesn't know what to do, doesn't know how to make his mouth move into the right words. 

"What is it?" you ask. You know him better than anyone. 

"I think you're pregnant." Spencer winces, though he can't beat his smile into submission. "I mean. You could be pregnant." 

"Why do you think that?" you ask, visibly startled. 

"Your sensitivity to strong smells, your soreness, your late period, to name the more obvious. That's not factoring in your worsening low iron lately, and your headaches." You make a strange sound he doesn't like. "What?" he asks worriedly.  

"I'm late," you say into yourself, looking past him as you puzzle it over. 

"It's a good thing, if you are. I mean, it's an amazing thing if you want it to be. I'm saying everything wrong. It's only amazing if you want it to be, I want it to be. But I'm on your side no matter what." He grimaces into his hands, rubbing his face with both palms. 

You sit as he panics. He clicks his neck looking up, racing to follow you, alarmed as you shimmy down the bed toward the ensuite bathroom. 

"What are you–" 

"I'm gonna take a test." 

"Wait a second." Spencer catches your hands before you can get too far, pulling you back to the end of the bed to sit down. "Wait. Is it– is it bad? If you are?" 

You look down at your stomach briefly. Anyone else might miss it, but Spencer can't not follow your behaviour, and the way you're acting now makes him think he got it wrong. That you won't be happy. 

You grab Spencer's hand. "You know, it's not funny. All our friends are gonna ask how I found out, and I'm gonna have to admit that you noticed it first." Your eyes track up his face almost shyly, and soon your smile is as blistering as his. 

Spencer bends under your weight as you jump up, throwing your arms behind his neck, your lips smashed to his ear. "I love you," you whisper urgently, "so much. This is good, right? This is really good." 

"Are you kidding?" he asks incredulously. 

Spencer takes your face into two hands and kisses you as hard as he ever has. He realises a second in that he'd much rather be squeezing you, caging you into the circle of his arms unrepentant. 

"We have a really good excuse to miss dinner," Spencer says.

He sounds close to tears. You're worse, laughing wetly as you pull him into the bathroom to take your test. 

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds x reader

[haeryna]

feeling so high but too far away to hold me ↪ gojo satoru x reader x geto suguru ;༊

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summary: satoru and suguru come to a critical conclusion, but is it too late for them to mend what was broken?

tw: angst, homophobia, abandonment, mentions of (unintentional) self harm, mentions of illness, barely proofread

notes: title taken from halsey's "without me." all images were taken from pinterest and are NOT mine! i'm not sure if i like how this came out but oh well gotta get through it lol. banner is from @/cafekitsune!

Lately, Satoru has been thinking a lot more about you.

He shouldn't be. Choso's been on his ass for stupid mistakes, like a slight misstep during practice, or the way his voice wavers ever so slightly on notes that are well within his vocal range. Nanami grumbles a bit more when recording sessions extend even further. Haibara brings him an extra water bottle during practice. Even Sukuna is slightly nicer to him, as if he can see how much Satoru is struggling.

Satoru hates it. It makes him feel weak, because he knows now that he misses you more than his heart can bear. He has women throwing themselves at him left and right, so why does a girl from a town he left behind make something in his chest twist? By all accounts, Satoru is thriving. He has a wonderful relationship with his boyfriend, his boy group has broken record after record with each single they release, and Satoru has just signed onto a brand deal with Chanel.

(He knows you're not just a girl, you were his. The only person he could bear to share Suguru with, the only person who could see past his flirtatious facade and say, "It's okay, 'Toru, I'm here for you." He knows the reason why he forces himself to believe you would have only shunned him like his parents, is to run from the realization that he abandoned you in the most horrific way possible.)

It doesn't help that his managers handle all of his social media accounts, and go through all his mail. As soon as him and Suguru signed onto the same agency, their phone lines were decommissioned, and they were given highly protected personal phones. You wouldn't be able to reach him even if you wanted to. Hell, they barely even saw Shoko, and the only reason was because they were both the only people who trusted her to take care of their medical needs.

Suguru had tried, once, to ask about you, to get a way of contacting you. Shoko had looked him dead in the eyes, steel hidden behind soft brown, and told him that, "if you were just going to abandon her like that, at least have the decency to stay gone until they could commit to her fully." The way Suguru's face had paled only confirmed the worst for Satoru; you hadn't understood. You had seen their leaving as the worst kind of betrayal. Shoko had refused to tell them more, stubborn in her loyalty to you.

At first, it was easier to hide shame behind a kind of disdain. Of course you hadn't understood what it had been like, being rejected so violently by parents you once loved. Of course you hadn't understood what it was like to feel the noose tighten around your neck until you knew you would either run, or die. Maybe if you couldn't let them go, it meant you truly had never loved them anyways.

As the months grew, slowly and surely, the tangle of excuses unraveled. You might not have understood, but you had defended him silently in small rebellious ways. The eyeshadow palette that still sat at his vanity. The birthday card you'd made him when you turned 14, with a small rainbow under the phrase "I'll love you no matter what." You too had felt the noose; you'd spent years fighting it, fighting your hatred of the small town you were forced to grow up in. "Satoru, Suguru, Shoko," you would tell them, "one day we'll all move out of here into the nicest, fanciest apartment in the city."

Grief was love with nowhere to go, and in that particular moment, Satoru found your absence particularly painful. Sighing, he stretches, resting his chin on the back of the couch to stare at the clock. 12:36; Suguru was probably still awake. Quietly, Satoru pads to the spare room in the apartment he shares with Suguru that they'd converted into their music and production room. Unsurprisingly, he finds Suguru perched on an old barstool they thrifted, gently strumming the strings of the guitar you'd gifted him so long ago.

"Satoru," Suguru says softly, pausing. "What's wrong? I thought you'd be asleep by now."

Wordlessly, Satoru wraps his arms around him, nuzzling into the slope of his neck. After a few moments, he speaks.

"I miss her."

He can feel the way Suguru stiffens slightly in his arms, before exhaling, tension releasing from his shoulders. "I miss her too. I've been thinking, Satoru."

"That's dangerous for you," Satoru chides, and Suguru rolls his eyes fondly.

"You're such a brat. I've been thinking, what if we went back?"

Satoru blanches, staring at Suguru. "What?"

"Not permanently," Suguru hastily amends, knowing how deep Satoru's scars run. "Just enough to...I don't know, Satoru. We messed up really badly. I know there's a large chance she won't even be there anymore. She used to always tell us about how she couldn't wait to move to the city. But we can at least start there, right?"

The news of Satoru's hiatus caused enough ripples for even you to notice it. Despite the fact you avoided anything to do with both his and Suguru's music career, every news outlet, radio channel, and social media post had something to say about it. Hell, you couldn't even open the local newspaper without seeing his face plastered on it, lamenting his temporary break from the group's next comeback.

Frowning, you slam the kitchen cabinet door a bit harder than necessary. Why should you care? If anything, you should be gloating with this piece of information, that not everything was perfect in Gojo Satoru's idol career. Yet, a small part of you still worried. Was he eating alright? Did something happen to Suguru? Should you call Shoko?

The door chimes, startling you out of your thoughts. Your parents are back in the hospital undergoing another round of treatments but they could have came back early. Sighing, you walk over to the door, opening it without a second thought.

"Hi, what-"

In that moment, you feel several emotions. Regret, that you hadn't checked who it was before opening it. An odd blend of concern and fear; why had they come back, was something horribly wrong? Most overpoweringly, was the deep sense of anger that welled up inside of you, seeing both Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru standing on your doorstep.

"You're here," Sator- Gojo, breathes, crystalline blue eyes greedily drinking in the sight of you. He reaches for you, but you flinch back.

"What are you doing here?"

You're surprised to see that Gojo seems hurt by that statement. Sugu- Geto steps closer. "We wanted to see you."

"Oh, so a whim?" You can't help the harshness of your voice, or the way that your voice trembles ever so slightly. "Its been years, Geto. Five years since you left, and you come back now? What am I, just an afterthought? I already knew that but my god you're such an asshole."

"That's not what I'm saying," Geto sighs, and you want to throttle him. "We missed you so much, I can't even-"

You can't help but cut him off, fists clenched and hot tears pooling in your eyes. "You could have left a note. You could have left me an address, could have reached out once you settled in, anything!"

It's Gojo's turn to speak, hands fidgeting as if he wants to pull you close. "Our managers-"

"I don't care!"

A hush falls after your outburst, and you can't help the tears that slip down your cheeks. "Did I really mean that little to you? I would have left with you, I would have done anything for you, so don't you dare try to come up with an excuse. Don't try to tell me that your managers stopped you. I loved you." Your voice breaks. "How could you?"

Both men look ashamed. Geto is the first to speak. "We thought you would have moved away. We lost our original numbers, and Shoko refused to-"

Your eyes flash. "Don't try to blame Shoko for this. Unlike the two of you, she stayed with me."

Gojo flinches. "That's not fair. We didn't have a choice, why can't you see that?"

A sardonic laugh escapes your lips. "See what? All I see is the choice you made in leaving me behind."

"What happened to you?" Geto breathes, and you fight the urge to slap him. "You were so adamant that you would get out of this town."

"Well I can't," you hiss. "Not all of us can abandon their loved ones without a second thought."

Gojo's face looks like you've just shattered his world. "You never left?"

Something in the way he says that breaks something inside of you. "Mom and Dad have whatever Grandmother had," you tell them. You're not even sure why you're saying this, but there's a sick sense of pleasure in watching it start to sink in. "There's nobody else to help take care of them. Whenever she can, Shoko will try her best to stop by."

"You've been alone," Geto murmurs, horrified.

Venom fills your mouth. "I have been since I was sixteen, thanks for asking. You think I didn't notice that you two were together? You never even said anything to me and I still figured it out." Gojo's face pales but you plow forward. "It was always Satoru and Suguru, Gojo and Geto, but what about me? I was there too, wasn't I?" Blood drips down your palms; you're digging your nails in hard enough to cut. "You two forgot about me. You discarded me, left me behind. Did you really think so little of me? Did you really think I would treat you like everyone else in this town?" You can see the pain in Geto's eyes. "As if it wasn't enough, I had to see you everywhere. It's nice seeing how quickly both of you replaced me with other women."

Gojo calls your name but you shake your head, vision blurring. "Go fuck yourself, both of you. Don't talk to me. I wish you'd never come back." Whirling back inside, you slam the door, ignoring the frantic banging and shouts. As you sink to the floor, you finally allow yourself to sob, curled up against the solid wood doorframe. I thought it was over, you think miserably. But somehow it hurts more than the day they left.

#haerinwrites #idol!satoru gojo #rockstar!suguru geto #satoru gojo x reader #satosugu x reader #suguru x reader x satoru #suguru geto x reader #geto x reader #gojo x reader #jjk angst #satoru x reader #suguru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you

[call-memissbrightside]

a continuation of this one-shot

warnings: mentions of cheating, having an affair, bad-words, relationship insecurity, hints of NSFW, (Y/N) cries a lot but honestly I would too lmao

"If you think crying like this will make me want you, you're a fucking idiot."

You instinctively flinch, like Katsuki's words were physically hitting you. He notices your small movement from the corner of his eye, and moves so that his back is facing you to almost save you from the wrath he was unleashing on his ex-wife.

You weren't going to tell him what Ochako said to you. Because you knew it would cause trouble between them when that was the last thing you wanted. When accepting to marry the hero, you decided that no matter what, you wouldn't further cause tension between them. For Katsumi's sake.

Yet, it was Katsumi who told her father. Somehow she stole her mother's phone the moment they returned to Ochako's home across town and called Katsuki, explaining what she saw even if she didn't understand the whole story: mommy yelling at (Y/N) and making her cry.

Katsuki didn't hesitate to immediately coming home when receiving the distressing call from his own daughter, and scared the absolute crap out of you when he seemed to pop out of nowhere and demanded to know what Uraraka said to you.

Seeing his anger made you submit all too easily, and he patiently listened to you tell him what happened through broken sobs and snot pouring from your nose as you tried calming down. Katsuki was upset that you were upset, and had the idea to hug you, comfort you but then his phone rang.

Now he paced the living room, half listening to excuses Uraraka gave him for being unnecessarily cruel to you. You watched him from the plush couch, hiccuping now instead of intensely crying.

"I'm getting the lawyers involved," He barked, cutting off whatever his ex-wife was saying. You shake your head, not wanting to cause more drama but Katsuki holds a hand up to stop you. Leaning more into the couch cushion, you bite on your lip as anxiety digs into you.

"Tell Katsumi I love her and that she's not in trouble for calling me. You better not punish her for doing the right thing. I'll be damned if my daughter gets in trouble for calling her own father, you fucking bitch." He leaves it at that, promptly hanging up the phone before Ochako could have a word in.

Katsuki tosses his phone down onto the coffee table and rubs his face groaning. You watch, silent, not knowing what to do or say.

Noticing your cheeks were still read and how puffy your eyes became from crying, Katsuki cooed softly, "Come here baby, it's okay."

Holding his arms open, you immediately get up to let him hold you. Burying your face into his chest, you inhale his strong, expensive cologne. It works wonders to calm your racing heart.

"Let me see you, " Katsuki whispers, cupping your face gently so that you could look up at him. His red eyes burned like embers and seeing concern in them makes your bottom lip wobble so you bite it to stop from trembling.

"No, no," Katsuki lightly chastises, pulling your bottom lip with his thumb, tracing it lightly over the bite makes you gave yourself.

You still don't know what to say, but a broken, "Sorry."

Katsuki will have none of that, he scoffs and rolls his eyes, "No (Y/N), I'm sorry my ex is a fucking cunt."

You're still sensitive, and hearing him say something that cruel makes you flinch.

"Don't call her that Katsuki, she is still Katsumi's mom." You're careful on correcting him, knowing he doesn't like it when you do that.

Katsuki sighs loudly, you feel him inhale and exhale. Looking back down at his phone, he looks almost annoyed. "She is, huh?"

Turning back to you, Katsuki can't help but admire how you look at him with your full attention, like you can't help but hang onto his every word. When he leans down to kiss you, it starts off slow and sensual. His tongue dominates yours and you completely relax against him, getting lost in his kiss.

"You think all that shit 'chako said was true?" Katsuki mumbles against your lips. Your eyes were closed and they stayed closed, but your eyebrows furrowed at his question. You don't respond.

"You wouldn't have cried that hard if you didn't think it was true."

He knows he's right. You know he's right. But you continue not to say anything, embarrassed to be so quick to lose trust in your husband from one simple conversation. Katsuki looks at how how your face begins to crumble, and is hurt from your hesitance.

"Look at me baby," He demands, and a smile almost graces his face when you listen to him. Fingers that were threaded in the hair by your neck tightened, making your neck snap up.

"None of that shit Ochako said was true." Katsuki looks straight into your eyes and you knew he was telling the truth. A weight that you weren't even aware of seemed to be lifted from your chest, and you almost wanted to begin crying from relief. But you don't, because you knew that would only irritate Katsuki further.

"Do you regret marrying me Katsuki?" You finally ask.

He really didn't have to marry you. You sure weren't expecting him to when the affair was leaked to the press, and after Ochako announced their divorce in a press statement. That was hell for you, when the whole world learned you were sleeping with Japan's #2 hero, who was married and a father. It hurt even worse when people realized you were the babysitter, like you purposely broke up the Bakugou family for your own personal gain. That wasn't true, it just happened and yes, you felt horrible about it but also you and Katsuki were real. No one, absolutely no one, wanted to hear your side of the story. Their minds were made up.

You lost everything from having an affair with Katsuki Bakugou.

Your parents were so disappointed, they cut off all contact with you. You had to drop out of college mid-semester after getting harassed by your peers. Fans of Katsuki would throw things at you when you'd walk through campus. Coffee, paint, condoms. Uravity fans were even worse, calling you all the horrible names in the book: slut, whore, home-wrecker, gold digger. They bullied you online constantly, and you had to take down all your social media pages because it got so bad. And when your phone number got leaked online? You almost went mad with the countless calls and messages from trolls that you broke your phone just to have peace. You were broke because no one wanted to hire you, especially not as a nanny.

You truly thought that Katsuki would end things during that time. He would only call you from a new, secure phone his assistant dropped off at your dorm, hearing you cry about all the things people had done and all the names they called you. It was a while before you got to see him again in-person, due to his publicity team deeming it appropriate to wait it out until the divorce was settled.

You didn't think Katsuki would stick around. You already cried and yearned for him when under the impression that he'd leave you. Sure, the relationship started with just hot sex. But you liked to believe that there were moments when you saw the real Katsuki, the one who was kind and gentle with you, the one you loved. God, after all the shit you endured because of him, you still loved him. That's what made it hard to finally see him, because you convinced yourself he was only asking you out to break things off with you completely.

Yet, when Katsuki went down on one knee and asked you to marry him, you burst into tears and said yes before really thinking about it because you were just glad he loved you and chose you.

It all happened so fast, too fast and you were slowly cracking under the idea that all of this was a mistake.

Katsuki laughs.

He fucking laughs. Whatever vulnerability you felt comfortable sharing with him is locked away in your chest.

"Fuck you!" You yell, pushing at his chest but there's no way you're getting away from him. Not if he didn't want you too.

Katsuki kisses you silly, and only pulls you back when you try to speak up.

"Stupid woman," He whispers against your lips. "I must be a bad husband if I have you thinking I regret ever choosing to be with you."

He's smirking now, thumbs tracing the underlying of your jaw.

"Go to the bedroom and wait for me, and I'll show you just how much you mean to me."

Your body heats up at his words, and he finally lets you go. Katsuki was never much of a talker, but rather liked showing how he felt. You knew you would never get a full explanation from him on what or why he decided to marry you, but you body ignited at how he would explain in the bedroom.

Yelping at the feeling of his hand swat at your behind when you turn to head towards the bedroom, Katsuki laughs out loud again.

Checking his phone as he grabs his hardening cock in his pants, his eyes look over the countless messages and emails notifications to see if any need his attention immediately.

Assistant Hana: when will you be back?

"Katsuki!" You yell from the room.

"Be there in a few, calm down!" He yells back, texting a quick message.

Bakugou: i got important business to deal with at home

A/N: I was going to continue the angst but surprisingly i decided to go with a 'happy' ending. i'll probably make more one shots using this storyline, keep a lookout for them.

#bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katuski #bnha bakugou #bakugo katsuki #bakugou x reader angst

[risuola]

SKIP SANTA, WE'RE BOTH ON THE NAUGHTY LIST ANYWAY — F. READER x GOJO SATORU, who’s always naughty

You aren’t an official couple, more like friends with benefits, but most of your close friends know there’s something going on between you two and it’s all mostly because of how naughty Satoru always is when you’re next to him. He just can’t keep his hands to himself.

cw: suggestive fluff, friends with benefits but really it's just idiots in love, reader discretion is advised — 0,9k words

a/n: with that I'm closing the kissmas event. this one is short, this one is very lighthearted and soft because I just needed some soft Satoru, okay? anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed the little kissmas with me, I'll be back soon with regular content 🖤

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“But Santa~!” You whined, fighting with your friend and putting all your force into the futile attempt to pull him out of the bed. It was Christmas and Satoru just wouldn’t leave the sheets and no matter how hard you were tugging on his arm, it was getting you nowhere. It also seemed like nowhere is exactly where the two of you will go that day, instead of heading to the mall to see Santa.

“Oh, skip Santa, we’re both on the naughty list anyway,” he rolled his eyes playfully, his face twisted in the beautiful, toothy grin and he moved up from the pillows. False hope that he’ll get up and ready vanished as soon as he used his long arm to wrap it around your waist and pull you back into the bed. You landed on top of his frame, melting into the familiar warmth and laughing at the stubbornness, so characteristic of him.

“Maybe you are on the naughty list, Satoru,” you protested, lifting your head just enough to look him in the eyes. The cerulean orbs, clear and shimmering like gems in the sunlight were fixed on you, and you couldn’t help but feel privileged to see them so often. Gojo’s eyes were pure magic that never failed to captivate you and you were sure, with those eyes, he would be able to convince you to do everything.

“I sure am. And you are the reason I’m on it,” he replied, his tone teasing and matching the smirk on his lips. “But don’t worry, gorgeous, I have a gift for you anyway, even if you’ve been such a bad, naughty girl lately, no need to chase the old guy in red suit.”

“Oh, you don’t get it,” you chuckled, brushing his nose with the tip of your own. His hands were already wandering across your figure, squeezing the fat on your butt and hips.

“Maybe I don’t,” he bucked his head up, chasing the sweet taste of your lips with his own. “Why sit on Santa’s lap when you can sit on mine?” Satoru grinned at the way you moved your head back, just to not let him have the pleasure of kissing you so easily. You were a teaser and he loved it. “Or better,” he purred, grabbing you and flipping both of you around, “you can sit on my di—"

“Satoru!” You let a laugh out, it was a mess, you were tangled in the covers and he was now above you, naked and absolutely not ashamed. “We were supposed to go with the kids.”

“Oh, I’m sure the teenagers also have better plans than to see the Santa imitation,” the man used the tight position you were in to steal the kisses he wanted. Soon, he was flooding you with quick pecks across your face and lips, and down your neck and shoulders. “You can’t possibly envision Megs enjoying the old prick with a fake beard in the mall.”

“You’re saying this because you’re horny,” you said, faking the serious tone, but you couldn’t keep the act long when his eyelashes were tickling your skin whenever he pressed his face against your body.

“As if you’re not,” he purred, his voice vibrating against the most sensitive spot on your neck before he sucked onto it. “Besides, I know you can’t say no to your best friend.”

“Oh, best friends? Is that what we are?” You couldn’t hold back the laugh and Satoru grinned too.

You and Gojo are not a couple. Not officially, anyway, because if you asked anyone who knows you just enough, they would certainly say you’re in relationship. And it felt that too, it felt beautiful, and intimate and oh-so real. Dinners that led to breakfasts, pecks that led to long displays of passion and so many feelings involved into every moment you share made the situation between you two feel very much like a couple. And you love him, so much – in fact, there’s so much love that you feel towards him that it’s nearly impossible to describe in words. You went with him through the good and bad, you experienced the worst and also the best. Every low has always led to an awesome high, no downs went without the ups.

“I don’t care how you wanna call us,” Gojo smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “To me, you are everything.” It was a moment. A seriousness in the blue orbs that made for such rare picture that it took your breath away, before his expression changed yet again. This time, a smile tugged on his lips, a sheepish mixture with smugness. “I could call you my wife. Do you want to be my wife?” He was playful, his grin developing, lightening up his gorgeous features. That idiot.

He made you laugh, yet again you felt like falling in love.

“Your wife, huh?”

“Who would say no to that?” He asked, peeling away the layers of bedsheets between your bodies, and struggling with the tangle of comforters and blankets that he himself created just few moments before. “Having all of this to yourself?” Satoru made a theatrical gesture pointing at his own body from head to toes, making a point of how impressive his entirety is. “Your name with my last name sounds great also. And dick, let’s not forget about my dick.”

“Yeah, right, it’s the dick that does it for me,” you were laughing. The warmth was filling every cell of your body.

“Knew that.”

“You’re an idiot. But I love you, Satoru.”

“I love you too.”

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #satoru #jjk gojo #jjk fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen imagines #gojo fanfiction #gojo imagines #gojo satoru fanfitcion #gojo smut #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru x you

[tyun4airy]

— STONER!KEEHO WHO...

yoon keeho (p1h) x male!reader

warnings/tags: language, drug usage (marijuana), nsfw themes under the cut, non-idol!keeho, established relationship

i had to write this...have my stoner!keeho thoughts 🤲 if this does good i'll make it for other idols as well

stoner!keeho who confessed to you, his best friend, when he was high as hell deciding if he didn't tell you now then he never would out of anxiety

stoner!keeho who can't keep his hands off you even before you were dating, whether it's holding your hand or a hand on your thigh, he has to be touching you somehow

stoner!keeho who rolls the best blunts but needs a filter cause he hates getting buds in his mouth

stoner!keeho who shotguns the smoke into your mouth, loving the way you look at him with dazed eyes

stoner!keeho who gets 10x more emotional when he's high, he will be watching a movie or show with you and randomly start crying when there's a sad part

stoner!keeho who is soooo clingy when he's high, he will just follow you around like a lost puppy wherever you go, he goes

stoner!keeho who will laugh at everything even if it's not funny, he just thinks everything is hilarious and can't take anything serious when he's high

stoner!keeho who burnt himself trying to use a rig for the first time and pouted while you scolded him for not paying attention to the literal blowtorch in his hands

stoner!keeho who talks so fucking much in the first half an hour he's high only to get dead silent and stare off into space and you have to ask if he's still alive

stoner!keeho who convinced you to eat a cake edible from one of his friends and saying "this doesn't hit" in the first twenty minutes to being high as hell in the next half an hour holding onto you for dear life thinking he was going to die

stoner!keeho who goes to the grocery store or convenience store high as hell and buying everything in his vision of sight cause "everything looked good" he tells you after buying way too much

stoner!keeho who will randomly start singing out of nowhere when he's high for no reason at all, he could be watching something that makes him think of a song or he just randomly starts singing

stoner!keeho who gets whiny when he's getting a blowjob done by you, trying not to fuck your face cause it feels to good

stoner!keeho who is 10x more sensitive when he fucks while high, he's a whimpering mess trying to keep himself together

stoner!keeho who can't keep his hands off of you even in public leading to him fucking you in a bathroom

stoner!keeho who likes being choked when you ride him or top him

stoner!keeho who is a switch no doubt, he will not be against you topping and he's definitely not against being the one topping

stoner!keeho who ate aphrodisiacs mixed with thc and ended up so horny that he literally fucked you for hours on end before passing out on top of you

#kpop x reader #p1h x reader #p1harmony x reader #yoon keeho x reader #keeho x reader #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #p1h scenarios #p1h imagines #kpop x male reader #p1harmony x male reader #p1h x male reader #keeho thoughts 💭

[lacyscabinet]

Natalie who's girlfriend got her leg broken instead of Allie (think that's her name) and Natalie coming back from the wilderness completely different

A/N: OMG I OPENED THIS REQUEST THE MOMENT I GOT THE NOTIFICATION, THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA, I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

Not proofreaddddd

MASTERLIST

The same

"Come on guys, you saw her today, there's no way she's gonna do any better at nationals" Taissa complained

"So what do we do?" Lottie said "If she doesn't get the ball she can't screw up the game"

"Tai, you wanna freeze her out!? Really?!" Natalie exclaimed "Can't we just play like a damn team like we always did?'

Taissa scoffed "You don't have to defend her just because she has been your hook up for like a month"

At that, a pissed expression formed on Natalie's face "You know what? Fuck this, and fuck you" she shouted as she walked away.

Of course nobody would ever take her or any relationship she's in seriously, her reputation precedes her after all, but she really loved you, a lot.

"Hi baby!" You happily said as soon as you saw your girlfriend approaching you at the school gates, when she smiled and skipped to you quickly, immediately pulling you in for a peck on the lips "Hey" she mumbled when she pulled away

"wanna meet up at mine?" You asked, she smiled widely "Of course babe"

*a few days later*

"Y/n! On your left!" Jackie yelled passing the ball to you, Taissa had been targeting you throughout the game, you were starting to panic, not really knowing the reason behind her behavior, and just as you were reflecting, something hit your knee and you feel on the ground.

Crack

Pain.

Screams.

You let out a gut wrenching scream, clutching to your leg and noticing something white peaking out "GOD THAT'S MY MOTHER FUCKING BONE!" you shouted.

After that, everything felt like a blur, the pain was unbearable and the only thing you could make out was Natalie's hand tightly holding onto yours.

Then you were brought to the hospital and they treated your leg, it was obvious that you weren't going to the nationals anymore.

Natalie sat in an armchair next to your hospital bed, her thumb tracing circles on your hand soothingly, you were discussing the fact that you had to stay home

"Don't worry baby, before you realize I'm gone I'll be back already" she said smiling.

*19 months later*

You woke up in your crappy apartment, tired from a long night of studying and definitely emotionally drained, College wasn't that bad but definitely it wasn't what you expected.

Because she wasn't there.

Since the plane crashed it was impossible for you not to think about Nat every single day.

Where is she? Is she okay? Is she alive?

You didn't know, no one knew.

When you got the news that the girls (if still alive) were stranded somewhere in the nowhere you completely broke down, you lost yourself for a long time, and now when you just started to feel more at ease with that tool, it all ended when you turned on the tv

"The survivors of the girls soccer team Yellowjackets were found and rescued in the early hours of the morning, the girls were found in the Ontario wilderness in critical conditions, now they are currently at the local police station in Wiskayok, New Jersey"

Natalie.

You ran as fast as you could. Not looking back, just running and running.

And when you reached the police station, you had to make your way through thousands of people, and when you finally got to the front, you saw them.

They were going from the station to another plane, and you panicked,

God, there aren't many survivors. What if Natalie...

Your thoughts evaporated when you saw one of the girls frenetically pulling up her hood, brown hair and...blonde ends...

Nat.

And that's what you yelled "Nat! Natalie!"

Suddenly the head of the girl turned in your direction, tears instantly running down both of your eyes, she quickly ran to you and you met her halfway, instantly pulling her in a bone crushing hug.

You both sobbed and looked at each other in the eyes, and when a police officer rushed to pull you away from her, you could swear that she almost grunted at him, pushing him off you and bringing you back to her chest

*three months later*

After she came back home Natalie moved into your apartment, it was nice having her around all the time after almost two years of her being far far away, she never really liked to talk about that place, so you never forced her to.

You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, Nat and you were sleeping in your bed peacefully cuddled up until you heard small sobs and felt something wet dripping down your face, looking up at her, she was still sleeping, and it didn't take a genius to tell she was having a nightmare "Baby?" You softly muttered, shaking her awake, that startled her, and opening her eyes she couldn't help but sob even harder.

Another time you two were sitting by the small fireplace in your living room drinking hot cocoa and watching a movie, when you turned your head you noticed her intensively staring at the fire, you got closer, rubbing her back "We did this a lot back there, sit by the fire..." she said, reminiscing her experience "Nat if you ever feel like..." you were interrupted "talking about it? No y/n ...the things we saw, the things we did out there in order to survive... I don't want you to know, you'll never look at me the same"

Days later you got home after class for a quick lunch, Natalie was already in the kitchen, cup in hand "Coffee?" You asked taking a closer look only to meet small pieces of meat cut in little rectangles, she looked at you as if you were the one with a weird demeanor "Here" you spoke up picking up a plate for her "Don't eat from the cup"

It wasn't just the way she behaved, unable to let go of some little things she got used to in the wilderness, it was also the look in her eyes, now cold and at times empty, it broke your heart to see her like that, but one day, you hoped, things would get better, the old bitchy and tough Natalie who you feel in love with would come back.

And that day at the moment was sure far away .

A/N: imma post some other stuff soon, stay tuned guys!!!

#natalie scatorccio #natalie scatorccio x reader #yellowjackets #nat scatorccio #nat scatorccio x reader #natalie scatorccio x y/n #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x you #writers on tumblr #nat scatorccio x

[polaroid-petals]

My chart for post-ending headcanons and the scenario for what might end up happening with Basil, Aubrey, Kel, and Sunny!

Some notes:

Follows the good ending's timeline

Four years after the game; everyone here is 20 years old

Although Sunny and Basil reconcile, Basil ends up being subjected to a court case for aggravated assault. As such, he barely sees the others after he wakes up and faces most of it alone with Sunny and Kel.

The alleviating circumstance of his psychosis leads to no real conviction, but under the condition of getting assessed and treated at a closed ward. His medication doesn't agree with him, and by the time his friends are allowed to visit, he's lost all hope and life. Basil doesn't believe he'll ever be forgiven by the others, so what's the point?

During Basil's absence, Kel and Sunny grow closer and end up going to college together while Aubrey grows more distant from the group again despite wanting to hold onto her friends more than ever. She has a rocky road concerning how she feels about Sunny and Basil's actions and deception, but ends up coming around.

After Basil's premature release into a world he's not even half prepared for, he doesn't tell anyone that he's being made to leave. Aubrey awaits him by her truck and suggests booking it, seeing as they both have pretty bleak lives. They're on the road for a year until an incident with a broken car in the middle of nowhere during a winter storm and Basil catching pneumonia forces Aubrey to reach out to the rest for help. They survive by the skin of their teeth, but the incident does reunite the group.

Really, Kel ending up between Aubrey and Basil was by any means unintended, but they ended up finding comfort together after Sunny wasn't opposed to an open relationship. There's just too much love among them to keep it constrained to a single relationship.

Sunny is the only one who's attached to a single partner, hence why his relations with Aubrey and Basil have a platonic component. He deeply loves them, but at the same time struggles with understanding his romantic feelings and as such is mostly involved with Kel.

Everyone loves Basil

Hero's not here because this chart was drawn to show only The Polycule™ and its workings 💔 He's still in the picture and has his own relations with the main four, maybe I'll make that chart next?

I want to write a fic about this timeline, though it's probably gonna be rather heavy as it's going to be from Basil's POV during his time wilting away in the mental hospital.

#omori #omori spoilers #omori basil #omori sunny #omori aubrey #omori kel #omori photobomb #omori suntan #omori cactiflower #omori sunflower #omori kelbrey #is that everyone? #this has been floating around my head for weeks #all because of a for science deviation in the dms with jamie

[welldonebeca]

Bonding (I)

Summary: When new feelings are revealed after the changes in their little family, Winchesters realise their relationships needs a little bit more work than they expected. WC: 2.9k Warnings: Dirty thoughts, tension, fluff, hurt/comfort, smut, vaginal fingering, thigh riding.

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Masterlist

Sam blinked slowly in the dark, surprised at the light coming from the door and sitting up, quickly looking for the baby monitor to check if any of the kids were awake, seeing them fast asleep in their big crib.

He was surprised, however, when he turned around and realised Dean and Dittie were cuddling and Thea were nowhere to be seen.

Their new bed was just their old beds shoved together, though they were looking into finding a bigger mattress and bed frame, one that fit all four of them.

It was strange, how much Dittie and Dean just transitioned from friends to partners and a full on couple easily. It was like they were waiting for that since they met, and while he was okay with that - he wanted that to happen - it bothered a bit that his relationship with The was absolutely not on that same place.

They were good friends, yes, and their sex life was amazing. But there was a little bit of awkwardness there, they didn't know where to step and what to do to one another when they weren't fucking.

He put himself on his feet, and walked out of the bedroom, checking on the kids in the nursery before moving downstairs to go see what Athena was doing.

He heard some noise, with chairs moving and squeaking and stuff dropping, and frowned in confusion when he realised what was happening, and Thea was about to climb onto stacked chairs, playing fucking dominoes with it to try and get to the higher shelves.

"Hey!" he rushed to her, holding her by the waist and carrying her out of the way. "What are you doing?"

"I'm hungry and small," she pouted, looking clearly tired. "I want the stuff on the top shelf."

Sam knew what was on the top shelf, he was the one he put them there. Everything was Dean's idea, all of the sugary and processed stuff his brother bought, cause Sam was stupid enough to leave his brother alone with the kids and their wives in the grocery shop.

He only let the pups have sugar for special occasions and sometimes for dessert, and to make sure no one would get to it - except for Dean, because Dean would always do it - he put it up there.

Sam didn't worry too much about the girls' diets, they were always eating healthy and with some special treats, but with them pregnant, he didn't want them to have any of that shit! During pregnancy, it was important Omegas had a good nutritious diet.

But tired and hungry Thea was... very cranky Thea. And she didn't look like she was going to take any of his reasoning right now. With Dittie, he could argue and get her to accept his point of view, but Thea's attitude wasn't something he was open to going against.

"I'll get it," he sighed. "You better brush your teeth after this."

Thea scoffed, crossing her arms and sitting down on the nearest chair.

"I want the chips and gummy bears," she remarked.

Sam shook his head, reaching for both the snacks, and looked over at her for an opinion over the two different chips.

"Vinegar, please," she requested.

He picked the snacks up and offered it to her, fixing the chairs around the table and watching her walking into the living room, ready to go back to bed.

He was just about to take the stairs when she called his names.

"Sam?" she asked, a little soft. "Can you stay?"

He stood for the briefest of seconds, surprised, but nodded quickly, walking to her.

"Of course."

Sam walked back to the couch and sat down, spreading one of his arms when she learn in his direction, cuddling to him and opening her chips before turning the TV on.

Yeah, it was best to not stay between her and her vinegar chips.

"You know, I can make some homemade version of those," he offered. "For you."

Thea looked up at him, big brown eyes analysing his face silently, and Sam had to hold back a deep breath.

Sometimes, just sometimes, he just wanted to hear her thoughts, to see what was behind her eyes.

She just chuckled and giggled very softly.

"How would you even have the time, Sam?"

He shrugged. Was that what she thought of him? That he didn't have time for her?

"I will always make time for my..." he stopped, and corrected himself. "You girls."

My girls...

Were they his girls? Sure, Dittie was his girl, and Thea was his Omega too, but... it was... he didn't know.

Sam looped his arm around her, moving his fingers over her belly, already mesmerised about their baby. They were still in their early stage, the first trimester, but he was just imagining how it would be to see them grown, to find out if they were a boy or a girl, or turned out to be more than just one baby again.

He was so distracted he didn't even realise something was wrong until Thea started pulling away.

"Hey," he sat up straight. "Is everything alright?"

Thea nodded, already done with the chips and opening the dummy bears.

"Yeah, it's just my back," she mumbled.

His cheeks felt hot and red as Sam flushed.

"I can give you a massage?" he offered, a little unsure.

Thea turned to him with her eyes even bigger, curious.

"I'll be back," he pressed a kiss to her temple, walking out to get some pillows and using a neck pillow to put under her belly.

Thea was chewing when he came back, looking curious, but stood up for him to reorganise the pillows.

"Do I take off my shirt?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

He licked his lips.

"Uh..." he looked for words. "Yes, yes. That would work."

As if he hadn't seen her butt naked. As if he hadn't made her ride his face in the car, if he hadn't fucked a baby into her.

Sam watched silently as she put her gummies and took off her shirt - one of Dean's shirts, actually, and the only piece she was wearing aside from some old and comfortable underwear -before lying down and getting comfortable.

"Ready?" he asked, watching her soft and smooth back, a little tanned from playing outside with the kids.

"Ready," she whispered, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder.

Sam breathed in and stepped closer to her, moving his fingers to massage her muscles and peeking at the side of her breasts, a little smashed against the couch.

He tried hard not to tremble as he moved over her skin, breathing in deep as he watched her shivering.

Gosh, he just wanted to be good for her.

He pressed on a little spot, and raised his eyebrows when she moaned loudly.

"Oh, please," she whimpered. "Right there."

Sam sucked in a deep breath, feeling his cock waking up the littlest bit as he followed her words, focusing on the sore spot.

He continued to move, and watched her face, surprised as he realised her eyes were fluttering closed, not falling asleep, but looking like she was going to do so very soon.

"Tired?'  he offered.

She pouted.

"No," she whined. "Not tired."

Sam chuckled.

"Are you sure?"

"Why did you stop?" she asked, slurring her words.

Sam chuckled a little, caressing a soft circle on her back.

"You are falling asleep," he remarked.

Thea pouted.

"I'm not."

Sam chuckled and watched her as she sat down, nipples hard under his eyes.

"We should go to bed," he offered.

Thea's shoulders dropped, and she looked down, looking like she was disappointed.

"What is it?" he asked.

Thea looked away, scoffing.

"Nothing," she whispered, reaching for her shirt. "Nevermind."

Sam knelt quickly, resting his hands on her knees.

"What is wrong?" he insisted. "Tell me."

Her eyes filled up with tears, and Sam reached for her hands, squeezing it.

"I just..." she hesitated. "Sometimes I feel like you don't want me."

His eyes widened, and his jaw fell open in shock.

"What?"

"Not like Dean wants Dittie, or Dittie wants you and Dean, or you want Dittie," she looked away from him, looking completely hurt. "I'm just left out."

He opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"I didn't know you felt like that," he confessed.

Thea moved uncomfortably and Sam stood, sitting on the couch and sitting her to his lap, cradling her closely and surprised when he heard a little sniff from her.

"I'm so sorry," he pressed a kiss to her temple, gently rocking her. "This is just so new to me, I didn't even realise this was what you were going through."

Sam caressed her hair and her ears, petting her as Thea clung to his neck.

This was the first time he even saw her crying.

What kind of Alpha was he, not even knowing how to care for his new Omega?

"My poor bunny," he kissed her temple. "I'll fix it, baby, I promise. I'll show you all of the love you deserve, I'll be a good Alpha for you."

“I just want to be yours,” she whispered.

Sam reached for her, raising her chin and kissing her plushy lips, cradling her face in his hand as he did so, only pulling away when they were both breathless, and proceeded to move his lips to her cheeks and jaw, kissing her tears away, holding her closely until she squeaked and fell back, giggling at his kisses.

Thea's cries had turned into giggles when he continued moving, kissing her all over, feeling his tail wagging as he did so.

"You're just an overgrown puppy," she giggled, and Sam pulled away, looking at her face. "It's so adorable but just so big!"

He snorted, sitting back up and pulling her along with him, this time making her straddle his lap.

She was looking up at his eyes, once again analysing him, when he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her soft body and keeping her even closer, breathing in her sweet scent and closing his eyes when she moved to rub her nose over his.

"You have the cutest nose," he whispered, opening his eyes as she moved away.

Thea smiled a little, and shook her head.

"Me and Dittie have the same nose," she remarked. "Same lips, eyes, face..."

Sam reached for her, caressing her face and running a finger over her skin, tracing the little details, the things that made her different.

"It's different," he whispered, touching her nose. "Your hump is a little higher. Your eyes are a little closer.”

She tilted her head a bit, and Sam watched her face.

When he looked at them, he could see the difference really easily now. Dittie's eyes were a little more distant from one another. The middle of her face was a little bigger, like someone had taken a photo of Thea and stretched the picture the littlest bit.

"You have a little scar right here," he touched her lip, seeing the thin line that crossed her upper lip. "And this very little dot under your eye."

Her eyes filled up with tears again, and Sam realised that this wasn’t something she wasn’t used to. Being vulnerable wasn’t something that came easily to Thea, but she also struggled to see herself separated from Dittie.

They were identical twins, and always clumped together into the same pair.

As kids, they shared their rooms, their clothes, and now they shared their partners, and sometime even Sam and Dean considered them an extension of one another.

It could be hard to not be seen as an individual.

"Little princess," he cooed, seeing her sniffing. "Don't cry."

"I'm not gonna cry," she whimpered.

"I'll kiss your tears away," he promised. "Every time. I'll tickle you until you're laughing so loudly you wake the neighbours up."

She giggled, and Sam reached for her, kissing her lips, surprised when Thea kissed him hungrily.

"Daddy," she whined, biting his lower lip.

"You like my mouth, baby?" he pulled away, moved his lips to her jaw and neck.

Thea nodded, whining.

"Your hands too," she panted.

He smirked, raising his hands to grab her hips and raise her, squeezing her skin and reaching for her tits, tracing his kisses down to her collarbones and sucking a little bruise on her skin before taking her nipples in his mouth, sucking both together.

"Sam!" she yelped.

He just bit one of her nipples, pulling on it, and ripped her old underwear in his fingers, pulling it away from her body and pushing a finger into her cunt.

She gasped at the sudden invasion, and he continued to suck on her tits as he pushed another finger in, fucking her in a regular pace, just teasing, not too slow or fast. He knew what he needed to get her off, and didn't want to do it, not yet.

"Pretty princess," he licked the bottom part of her tit, smiling when she moaned. "Daddy's little bunny just wants to be cherished, doesn't she?"

Thea nodded, whining.

"My baby bunny," he rolled her clit with his thumb, kissing the middle of her chest. "Gonna cherish your whole body, make you feel everything good."

She looked down at him, eyes glossy as her cunt got wetter under his fingers.

"Gonna give my baby bunny all the love she deserves," he licked her breast.

"Daddy," she whimpered.

He fucked her faster, watching her face as her lips opened in a little O shape, pretty sounds growing louder and louder.

"Say it again," he sucked a spot on her shoulder, kissing her neck.

"Daddy," she cried softly.

"And what do you want from daddy, baby?" he pushed a forth finger into her, feeling her squeezing him, slicky and sensitive.

Fuck, he could get his whole hand in here if he was patient enough.

"Wanna be daddy's slutty bunny," she whined, pushing her hips against his hand.

Sam smiled a little and licked her lower lip, sucking it into his lips.

"But you're already my slutty bunny," he felt his cock throbbing in his pants. "And such a good bunny for daddy."

Thea closed her eyes, moving her hips, trying to get more of his fingers.

"Daddy," she squeezed his shoulders. "Gonna cum."

He rubbed his nose over her mating gland.

"Cum for daddy, my little princess," he kissed her skin. "Let me feel you around my fingers."

She kissed his lips hungrily and smiled as she came, moaning and riding his fingers hungrily, sitting her on his thigh when Sam pulled them away.

Sam kissed her temple and forehead, gently petting her hair with his free hand while Thea recovered, still rubbing herself a little bit on his leg just as he moved his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean from her slick.

He was surprised when her soft movements became something a little hungrier, and she clung to his neck, rubbing her clit on the fabric of his pants and soaking the fabric.

"Daddy," she whined. "Can I sit on your cock now?"

Sam closed his eyes, feeling himself throbbing.

Gosh, the little tempting monster.

"It's late, baby," he caressed her back.

Sam moved back down to her face and rubbed his nose on hers, the way she had just done before.

"Please?" she whined.

Fuck, he had just made her cum and she was already rubbing herself on him like that?

"I can fuck you tomorrow," he caressed her hair, though not stopping her. "I just want to make you feel good tonight, princess."

Thea whined, breath growing shallower and hips moving quicker.

"Do you want to use daddy to get off?" he offered, trying to contain himself. "And then I'll take you to brush your teeth, and we can go to bed?"

She confirmed with a little whine, and rested her forehead on his as Sam raised his thigh, staring deeply into her eyes.

His little bunny moaned in pleasure, clinging to him as she rode his thigh, and he just watched attentively as she moved.

She finally came, and Sam held her hips down before she could continue moving, knowing too well she would be using her way to get what she wanted.

Thea didn't protest as he guided her to use the bathroom, brushing her hair back as she brushed teeth, caressing her ears and smiling when she closed her eyes.

"Do you think it can be just us tonight?" she asked. "On the bed?"

Sam studied her face, surprised. Dean and Dittie were cuddling upstairs.

She wanted a little more of him, to be with Sam for herself.

"Of course," he caressed her hair. "We can sleep in the extra room."

The kinky room.

Well, it was still a bedroom, though it was locked tight so that the kids didn't get curious.

He let her guide her downstairs, and smiled a little when she wrapped herself around him completely as they lied down, clinging to his body as she fell asleep.

"I love you, baby," he whispered, kissing her temple.

"I love you too," she sighed, holding him closely.

Thea fell asleep before he did, but didn't let him go, and Sam fell asleep drowned in her scent.

He woke up surprised with the faint light coming from somewhere, and opened his eyes in surprise when Thea sat over his hips, watching his face with big eyes.

"Good morning?" he yawned.

She blinked with big eyes, looking amused and excited.

"Good morning, daddy," she rested her hands on his lower stomach. "It's tomorrow already."

He chuckled, grunting.

"Yes, it is, baby," he sighed.

He was about to sit up and move, but his eyes widened when he felt something tight and warm around him.

Fuck, she'd been warming his cock waiting for him to wake up?

"I hope you don't mind that I took a seat?" she offered, moving up and down slowly, showing off to his eyes, and Sam tossed his head back at how wet she was. "I was a little hungry."

. . .

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[goatcheesecak3]

Dean Taylor x gn!reader

Don't go

Angst with a dash of fluff

Warnings: brief mention of hostage situation, codependant relationship

A/n haven't written any angst since I was like 13, so apologies if I'm a bit rusty, but let's be real, I can't write for Dean and not include a bit of angst lmao. Hope u enjoy :^)

It was inevitable, you knew falling in love with Dean would get you hurt at some point. But not like this, you never expected it to be this bad. Sure, an abundance of arguments were expected- dean was stubborn and struggled to understand your feelings sometimes, but that was something you were both prepared for, something you could come back from. But nothing could have prepared you for this, and there sure as hell wasn't any coming back from it.

Dean wasn't aware that you'd found out about his plans, he lay with his arm around you, blissfully unaware that you were grappling with the most heartwrenching conflict of your life. While hanging out with Jenna she'd let it slip that Dean had agreed to join in on her and Paul's little scheme. They'd approached you with the proposition a few days before, and you'd swiftly declined. They'd got you all wrong. You were with Dean because you saw good in him, not because you wanted to encourage his antisocial behaviour, like they seemed to.

So there you were, tucked up in bed knowing that this was probably for the last time. This time tomorrow Dean would be off on the woods with his awful friends committing a crime you knew he wasn't smart enough, or rational enough to pull off. A hostage situation, to be exact. Of course, the plan wasn't to hurt anyone, just to get some money out of some rich assholes. But let's face it, someone somewhere along the line was going to get hurt, and someone was going to go down for it.

You considered telling Dean that you knew everything, try and convince him not to go - you knew Paul had set this whole thing up to leave no trace, Dean could pull out now and it would be like he was never involved in the first place. In a way, that was why you hadn't broached the subject. Right now, at this very moment, it was like schrodinger's cat. Dean could be thought of both innocent and guiltily - you choose to think of the former. Until you pressed him on the matter, until you heard him say the words "I'm going tomorrow" his fate wasn't yet sealed, and you wanted to hold onto that for as long as you could.

You allowed yourself to feel the warmth of Dean's embrace, to watch the way his large hands absent mindedly stroked your arm. God, those hands. The hands that cradled you each night, the hands that made you feel safe and loved when words just couldn't. You couldn't bear to think about what those hands would do tomorrow. This was all getting too much for you, you couldn't hold it in any longer. There was no visible build up, no indication of what was to come, it just happened. You broke into an inconsolable blubber. Shaking, and wailing uncontrollably, barely breathing. You'd sat upright and began to clutch your hair, as though pulling it might somehow pull out the horrifying thoughts that infected your mind like a plague.

Of course, Dean was perplexed and alarmed.

"Y/n what the fuck?" He exclaimed, his voice drenched in panic. He too sat up, grabbing your arms and pulling them away from your head.

You couldn't speak, only cry out in guttural sobs.

Dean's face was contorted in abject horror, he'd never seen a person in so much anguish before- seemingly out of nowhere. Emotions made him uncomfortable at the best of times, but this was something far worse. He looked on helplessly as the person he was in love with expelled sounds of indescribable pain.

"What is it? Please tell me, I-I'll fix whatever it is, please baby" he stumbled over his words in terror.

You mustered up every single bit of strength in your body and manged to form the words "don't go tomorrow"

That was it. You'd said it. It was out. And once it was out, it wouldn't stop coming out. You began to repeat these three words like a mantra, pleading over, and over, and over again, your words only gaining momentum, becoming louder and more fervent.

By this point, your brain had allowed for you to articulate a precious few words more,

"Please don't do this to me" made it's way out of your mouth in the form of a bawl.

Dean had often wondered what it would be like to hold someone's fate in his hands. To have them beg him not to snuff them out, to be in complete control, to be judge, jury and executioner. It had been a fantasy of his for as long as he could remember. For years, the thought of having this power over someone, to watch them plead had been tantalising. But now, completely unintentionally, he was faced with it. He'd planned to experience this feeling for the first time on the job tomorrow, he never expected it to happen on this night, not with some rich kids who'd made his life hell, but with the love of his life. It was becoming rapidly apparent to him that like most fantasies, the reality was nothing like what he'd imagined. Seeing the torment he'd inflicted on another person, through his own self indulgent decisions brought him no joy whatsoever. The exact opposite, in fact. He felt every single inch of your pain washing over him, and it was truly unbearable.

Cupping your face, his nose began to crinkle and his eyes squinted in an effort to hold back tears.

"I won't go" he began, "I won't go, I won't. Not if its going to do this to you. I won't go, do you understand me?" He spoke rapidly, his words in a race with the lump in his throat to try and exit his mouth first. When his words crossed the finish line, the lump caught up and pitiful cry escaped his lips.

He threw his arms around you and pulled you to him, resting his chin on your head and sobbing with you.

You clung onto him for more than life. You buried your face into his chest and tried with all your might to slow your breaths and stifle your cries. The two of you stayed like that until your tears had become nothing more than sniffles.

Dean was the first to speak

"I promise not to go y/n. Not now, not tomorrow, not ever."

You lifted your head to look at him, your tear stained cheeks were red and puffy.

"I love you" You said. Any other words would have been a waste of your short breaths. All you could feel was love. Not the tender, sweet love you typically feel when you think of a relationship, but a desperate, urgent love. A love so intense it could only be provoked by Dean.

"I love you too" he said, with the same sense of urgency. Nothing mattered more than the two of you both saying, hearing and knowing this about eachother right now.

That was the thing about falling in love with Dean, getting hurt at some point was inevitable- for both of you, because neither of you could exist without the other.

Exhausted from such an intense night, the pair of you had collapsed back into the bed. You had curled into a ball in Dean's arms as he lovingly stroked your hair until you fell asleep.

When you awoke the next day, Dean had kept his promise. He was still there, fast asleep, holding onto the only thing that mattered to him anymore: you.

A/n reblogs & replies are much appreciated, since it's pretty hard to find Dean stans :^)))

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[2jaeh]

summer rain | winwin

it's a hot summer's day and you and your boyfriend need to cool off

genre: smut, fluff

content: gender neutral!reader, boyfriend!winwin, established relationship, sexual themes for like 5 seconds

word count: 526

- lin

i didn't want every fic to be winter themed bc i literally have summer in december lol

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You gasped for air, your fingers gripping the silky sheets beneath you as Winwin rocked his hips against you, letting his length fill you up and repeatedly hitting that spot that made your head spin. Next to the sounds of skin slapping against skin and desperate, breathy moans, the rain poured down outside. The air was hot and sticky. Winwin wasn't used to Summer in December, so you took the opportunity to take him on a little vacation. But maybe fucking in 40 degree weather was the best and worst idea you two had.

He continued to ram himself into you, his hands rested on either side of your head as he leaned over to pepper your neck with weak kisses. You gripped onto your arms, your eyes fluttering open as you looked towards the glass sliding doors next to the bed. The rain pelted down from the bright, orange tinted sky, drenching the porch. 

"Faster, I'm so close." You murmured to him, squeezing your eyes closed as your body became restless.

Winwin, as silent as he was, always obliged with no complaints. He rode out both of your climaxes, letting his body go limp on top of you once he pulled out.

"Babe, its too hot." You complained, trying to get him roll over as the feeling of your hot, sticky bodies was becoming too much.

"Let's go cool off then." He muttered lazily, rolling off you to lay on his stomach, his face buried in the pillow.

"And if you try for round 2 in the shower I'll kick you out." You joked, sitting up to pull your underwear back on and throwing on an oversized shirt.

"I have a better idea." Winwin hummed as he also tiredly pulled on some clothes, still lying flat on his back on the bed.

"Hmm? I'm listening." You nodded, taking a swig of the water on your bedside table.

"Let's go play in the rain." Winwin suggested as if it were the most normal request he'd ever made. You'd never call your boyfriend boring, but he wasn't the most spontaneous person on the planet so that definitely came out of nowhere.

"Are you serious?" Your eyes moving between him and the rain pouring down outside.

"I saw it in a movie and it was cute." He explained himself nonchalantly, already making his way to the sliding door and cracking it open.

The cool air immediately engulfed the entire room and the feeling was heavenly. Winwin stepped out onto the porch and you followed him. You took in a breath of fresh air, sprinkles of rainwater bouncing onto your skin as you both were still protected by the patio cover. Before Winwin could react, you grabbed hold of his hand and pulled him towards the grass. You both were immediately drenched in rain, laughing and trying to rub the water out of your eyes. Winwin pulled you into an embrace and you had no reason to push away. He pressed a kiss to your lips, both of you smiling into it.

"Feeling better?" He hummed, his face still just a finger space away from yours.

"Much, much better."

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[sheep-and-lykos]

Hanzo Shimada - NSFW Alphabet Day 3: Body Parts (2 of 2)

Like I said, I split this up to stretch over October's 31 days. Day 2 will be his favorite of his.

Hanzo is proud of his body, decades of hard work and strict guidelines built and shaped him to be the sculpted moving statue that you fell in love with. He would have a hard time choosing just one if you had asked him, but he would settle on the answer of his whole torso. He couldn't really pick between his arms, his chest, his neck or his back.

He loves how his arms hold you close while you're fucking in bed, how his hands grab onto you and dig his nails into your skin as he takes you from behind, how you bury your head in his neck while he's fucking you in the front and moaning into his skin.

He could go on.

He's a slut for when you leave marks on him - of course, he loves to reciprocate because it's only fair in a loving relationship. He especially loves it when you leave marks all over, trailing from his throat all the way down to his well-defined abs and across his broad chest. If anyone even dares asks or jokes about what's on his neck, one glare would be enough to shut them up.

He loves it even more when you take your time with his body. He lives for your hands roaming his naked skin, fingers dipping and rising over the curves and sharp edges of his body.

Despite being blindfolded, Hanzo knew exactly where you were. This wasn't his first time being left this way, but it was the first time consent was ever involved. He struggled at the wrists of the handcuffs that kept his hands behind his back for a moment before stopping. His knees ached from being left on the ground in only his underwear with his poor cock straining against the soft material. A chill ran down his back, the hairs on the back of his neck stood straight up.

His chest ached from the bruises you had already left on him earlier. He was yearning for more.

He felt your eyes on him.

He stilled his breathing when he heard you coming closer to him, your footsteps light on the bedroom floor that you had cleared long before Hanzo was bound. You stopped right behind him. He could smell your perfume, the scent was calming.

He tensed as he felt your hand touch him. Your hand was cold, striking his nerves beneath his hot skin. He grit his teeth, he couldn't help the soft hiss that had sucked through his teeth. You laughed softly, slowly trailing your hand up his shoulder to his neck. You dragged your nails against the skin, you started to toy with the knot the blindfold made behind his head. You could feel his heart beating through his skin, heavy pulses full of life beating right beneath your fingers. You could only imagine how his cock feels.

You removed the blindfold out of nowhere, tugging it off of his head and leaving him blinking against the lights turned on in the room. You tossed the blindfold to the floor and walked before him. His eyes traveled up your leg that had been wrapped in soft lace adorned with shiny high heels. He looked up at you as though you were both his savior and his captor.

"Hello, Mr. Shimada," you smiled so sweetly down at him, "enjoying your stay?"

He stayed silent, falsely glaring at you as you stood in front of him. You cooked a brow as you waited for him to answer only to receive nothing. You hummed and started to walk around him once again. Once you were behind him, he felt your hands run along both of his shoulders. He felt you lean down and your breath on his ear, he couldn't help the groan that slipped out when you slowly bit into his neck. You sank you teeth in deep, making sure that it would leave a nasty mark for later. His cock was rock hard, he needed to bury it deep inside of you.

When you released his neck, he was suddenly pressed against the ground on his back as you still stood above him. Your eyes were lit with a passionate flame. You twisted your fingers into the waistband of your panties.

"Since you refuse to talk, I'll put your mouth to a better use."

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[gyupremacy]

Yearning | ksj.

↳ Pairing: kim seokjin x fem!reader

↳ Genre: smut, fluff, light angst

↳ Au(s): established relationship

↳ Word Count: 2.7k

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Warning: Unprotected sex (please please PLEASE use a condom), cursing, slightly posessive Jin, anal, missionary, cowgirl, countertop sex, light choking, creampie, masturbation, brief mention of reader thinking Jin is cheating, dom!Jin, sub!reader (you know what? THIS might be the dirtiest fic I've written 🤭)

↳ Summary: It's a Girls' Night Out for you, and you can't wait... until Jin wants you to stay home with him. In the heat of the moment, you say some things that he ends up getting word of.

↳ a/n: Loveries I'm back! I missed writing alot, but I'm glad that I was able to regain my passion for after this past month of being somewhat active. I was working as well, so that played a factor into it, but now I'm enjoying the last bit of summer. Thank you to the lovely @releasethypen for making this banner for my "comback" fic hehe. Enjoy!

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"Baby, can you do a time check for me real quick?" you called out to your boyfriend, who was currently relaxing on the couch.

"It's… 6:12." Seokjin responded, looking at his watch.

You had just finished crimping your hair for the evening. It was a special occasion for you, since your best friend Chaeyeon called to catch up.

The dress you picked out for the outing was a lovely shade of light purple and the matching nail set made you feel on top of the world. The only thing missing was your heels, which miraculously were nowhere to be found.

You walked out from the bedroom and Seokjin almost made a double take as he took in your body.

"Wow, Y/N! You look… wow!" he was at a loss for words seeing you in the latex bodycon dress.

"That dress is awfully short just for a night out with the girls, don't you think?"

You playfully rolled your eyes at this notion before continuing.

"Seokjin, I haven't seen Chae in a while. She's my best friend in the world and you know this." putting your hands on your hips.

"You could at least change into something that doesn't show off what's mine." he says, gesturing to your breasts that were practically spilling out of the top of the dress.

You've become accustomed to your boyfriend's more needy side, whether you were going to work or just going down the hall, he'd become pouty.

"Jinnie… I won't be gone too long and I'll be back before you know it." you bring his hand into yours, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

"I won't be out for long if I could find my shoes. Have you seen them anywhere?" you ask.

"You mean these?" Seokjin gestures to the strappy heels tucked comfortably between his elbow and the couch pillow.

You were about to lean in to grab them until he stood up and held them over his head.

"I knew you were going to the club, but I didn't expect it to be a strip club!" he shook his head with fake disappointment that he only he could manage to convey.

"Oh please! These are not stripper heels, you bought these, remember?" you laughed, trying to jump up to retrieve the shoes.

"I did, but for my eyes only… in our bedroom." Seokjin holding his gaze to yours, laughing on seeing you run around barefoot to catch him.

"You have impeccable taste, baby. I just want to give Chaeyeon a glimpse of how lucky I am." you lean forward to press a kiss to his lips.

"Now give me back my shoes." you smirk, watching him begrudgingly hand them to you.

"You're so mean to me." you said, putting on your heels in the process.

"But you know you love it!" he retorts, blowing a kiss in your direction as you walk out the apartment doors.

The empty hallway (or so you thought) was only encompassed by the sound of your heels making contact with the tile floor. The looming presence over you soon becomes more present once you reach the elevator.

You pressed the button, waiting for the door to open when two hands grab onto your waist. Fear briefly washed over, until you turned around seeing your tall boyfriend.

"Y/N, wait! I have to tell you something." Seokjin half yells before pressing his body against yours.

His hard on became more pronounced as his hands slid up and down your curves. Licking his lips, he leans in closer to your ear.

"Make sure to get a cosmopolitan just for me, baby." he slightly giggles, watching goosebumps arise along his arms where his hand found solace.

The ding of the elevator brought you back to reality and you soon walked into the small space, giving Seokjin ample time to smack your butt as he turned in the opposite direction.

The club atmosphere made you feel alive. People dancing, laughing, and having a good time as your conversation with Chaeyeon flowed.

"I can't believe he actually said that." she laughed, hearing you recount the time you pranked your boyfriend by putting spicy peppers in his food.

"His face was so red too, like fire engine red." you double over in laughter at the memory.

"Like Chaer Mafia in the morning era red?" Chaeyeon smiled, covering her mouth.

"More like… you Panorama era red." you say causing her own cheeks to turn the same shade as you described.

"Speaking of Chaer, how is she?" you questioned, regarding her nearly identical, slightly younger sister.

"Why don't you ask her yourself?" she responds, signaling to the freshly raven haired girl coming from the bathroom.

"Long time, no see, Y/N!" Chaeryeong says, giving you a hug before sliding into the booth with Chaeyeon.

"Almost too long. I love your hair!" she smiles and flips it over her shoulder.

"Thanks! How are things going with you?" she asks.

You explain your recent promotion at work and recently moving in with Seokjin to both Lee sisters feeling the night further wind down once Chaeyeon speaks up again.

"Did Jin have any problems with you coming out tonight?" she wonders, biting her lip as she believes her statement has crossed unnecessary territory, earning a look from Chaeryeong.

"Not really, but ever since I moved in, it's like he constantly wants me at the house with him at all times." you rub your temples, suppressing laughter.

"He's been a bit clingy and needy lately too, but not where he'll become angry whenever I go out. Seokjin wants to play it off like he's not taken aback by me going out sometimes, but I guess it's the companionship." your fingernails tapped along the table, causing more silence between the three of you.

"You know… he even hid my heels right before I came here." lighting the mood a little, both sisters burst out laughing.

"Classic Jin, huh?" Chaeryeong tilts her head back, putting her fist down on the table while Chaeyeon puts her head down hysterically.

You felt your phone buzz from your lap, unlocking it to see the notification you received: a missed call from Seokjin 5 minutes ago and an ongoing call that had just ended.

"Umm… I think I might have butt, er… lap dialed Jin and he overheard our conversation." you look down with guilt only imagining what his reaction on the other line was.

"I guess it's about time to call it a night." Chaeyeon breaks the silence, getting up to bid you both a farewell.

"Hope to see you soon, Y/N." Chaeryeong waves, leaving in an instant.

Your head was still pounding from the loud music and smell of alcohol that flushed your nose those two hours that were consumed in the club.

The sleep in your eye made an appearance as you took the elevator back up to your floor. You felt more guilt ping inside of you from the accidental call earlier.

You soon walked down the hall to your front door, stopping when you heard faint sounds coming from the other side. Moans could be heard and your heart almost broke in an instant.

It was wrong for you to talk about Seokjin behind his back, but you couldn't have imagined that it would result in him cheating, let alone so soon.

Opening the door in an instant, you were shocked at the sight of your boyfriend in nothing but boxers, hand inside of them, jerking off lazily.

"Seokjin, what the hell are you doing on the floor with your hand in your boxers?" you folded your arms, confused at the situation.

"Look what your stripper heels did to me." he said sarcastically, not even looking at you directly.

Part of you wanted to go straight to bed and forget all of this in the morning, but the other part wanted to sink down on his member.

"If you had stayed home honey, you could have taken care of this big problem right here." Seokjin remarks, finally returning your gaze.

"Why don't I just help you right now?" you utter, trying and failing to not sound desperate.

"Ehh… not really feeling up to it. Besides, I'm an independent man who can pleasure himself." Seokjin pulls his boxers further down, allowing his manhood to appear fully.

"Or should I say clingy and needy? Is that right, baby?" your face falls listening to him use your own words against you.

"Jin… baby… I shouldn't have said that to Chae and Chaer, but it feels like you want me under your watch at any given opportunity." you bite your lip in anguish.

"You know what? Let's both drop this and go to bed before we end up more frustrated." Seokjin was about to pull his boxers back on, until you got on your knees in front of him.

He always made it a point that it was not healthy for either of you to go to bed angry as unaddressed feelings would carry on to the next day. You took his hand into yours, leaving the underwear at mid-thigh range.

"I'm truly sorry, Jin. I should have talked to you about how I was feeling before bringing anyone else into the situation." you try to steady your words, but your voice wavers as you continue.

"When I heard you through the door, I thought you were with another woman and I couldn't stand the thought of you being with someone else." Seokjin brought his thumb up to your cheek to catch a stray tear that was falling down.

"No, no, no! We may have our disagreements, but never in a million years would I ever entertain the idea of cheating on you, Y/N." He brings his hands down to your waist, bunching the latex at your torso.

"I love you so much that I can confidently say I'm in love with you." your boyfriend looks for permission to bring the dress over your body, you nodding in an instant.

"Why don't you show me how much you love me?" you smile tentatively, taking off your bra and panties instantly.

You reached down to take off your heels, until Seokjin stopped your actions.

"Keep the stripper heels on." he smiles eagerly, throwing his boxers on the floor somewhere.

Seokjin could write an entire essay on how much he loved your body, but seeing you on your knees right in front of him made it feel like a dream.

He pulls up on the couch, leaving one leg off for support. You watch as he sits up from this position, reaching out to bring you in closer to him.

You took your place hovering over his member, ever so slightly grazing the tip between your folds. It was a bit of a challenge working around with shoes on, but you made room with the space between Seokjin's legs providing some leeway.

Gathering some spit onto your hand, you began pumping his shaft, before sinking down onto his manhood, watching as he moaned out as adjusting to your warmth clenching around him.

"Feels so good, Y/N." Seokjin remarks, watching you begin your movements on top of him.

You rock your hips up and down at an achingly slow pace as your blissed out boyfriend snaked his hands over your body, finally reaching your supple breasts.

"Just seeing you on top with those heels on could make me burst on the spot." he laughed a little, squeezing your chest in the process.

"Guess it's safe to say you like them, huh?" you teased, continuing your movements on top of him as his eyes closed shut.

His thrusts combined with your bouncing made some of the most pornographic and sloppy noises you've ever heard. If this is what heaven felt like, you never wanted to leave.

"Oh shit! Jin, don't stop!" you lean back, watching him slide in and out of your body.

"I don't plan too, gorgeous." Seokjin licked his lips, concentrating on thighs, putting a firm grip on the area.

When you felt like your orgasm was about to come on, he started to slow down, ultimately pulling out of you.

"Is this supposed to be further punishment from earlier? Why did you stop?" you pout at the loss of contact.

"Let's try a change of scenery." Seokjin got up, grabbing you by the end to walk towards the kitchen island.

"Lay your hands on the counter." you didn't hesitate at the command, putting both hands on the flat surface.

Your boyfriend grabbed your waist, bending your hips at an angle where your butt stuck out right in front of him.

He placed the tip of his member once more inside of you, watching you grip on the finely carved marble. Your cheek laid flat on top as he continued where you both left off.

Even when Seokjin intended to be rougher during sex, he always made sure that he never took it too far and that you felt comfortable with anything he initiated. The thrusts were medium paced and the feeling of skin slapping made the feeling better.

"This feels good, does it? You're enjoying this, baby?" you failed to respond to his question as you were so entranced in the moment, you couldn't form words directly.

He grabbed one of your legs, placing it on the neighboring table alongside as to get a better angle. Then, reaching around to grab your breasts, taking time to pinch your nipples.

"J-Jin… I don't think I'll b-" Seokjin stops his movements again, signaling you to turn around and face him.

"You think you can get on top of the island?" he tapped onto the surface, watching you climb on top, just enough for your bottom half to reach off of it.

Bracing your elbows for support, he thrusted inside of you at a much slower pace. You moaned out, letting him trail his hand up and down your stomach, finally reaching your mouth.

"As much as I love fucking you, I want to make love tonight." Seokjin says, instinctively placing his thumb inside, watching you suck it.

Cliche or not, you adored whenever he would take his time with you in the moment. Being the natural romantic he is, making sure you felt loved at any given opportunity was a must.

"You're so good to me!" you grasped his wrist, putting it on your neck.

Seokjin lightly squeezed the sides, not wanting to cut off any oxygen. His member began to twitch inside you, signaling his impending release.

"You want me to shoot my load inside you, baby?" he cooed.

"Or would you like it inside your mouth?" you shake your head furiously, not wanting him to lose contact with your body any time soon.

Seokjin jerks off , gathering enough momentum to spill his seed into you. He slowly pulls out and watches as the clear liquid oozes from you.

"Let's get you cleaned up." he says, helping you off the countertop to get a rag to clean your body.

The both of you were sweaty and out of breath, letting your exhaustion take over. Your boyfriend walks towards the bathroom about to relax and wind down for the night when you follow him close behind.

"Seokjin, I really am sorry about calling you clingy earlier." you remind him, not shaking the words out of your mind.

"It's okay, Y/N. Just remember to talk to me if there's any problems, especially if you want me to ease off." he says as the water begins to fill up the tub while he continues speaking.

"I'm so happy that we're living together now and I get to be with you all the time, that I guess it took a step forward into me wanting you all to myself." Seokjin explains.

"Baby, I love you and I enjoy spending time with you, but there'll be times I want to spend with friends or to myself." you respond, yawning immediately.

"How about we go out this weekend to the market or maybe for lunch?" he looks for any sign of rejection, only for you to smile and kiss him.

"Of course." the two of you step into the bath together, rubbing soap into each other's bodies.

The time in the bath soon ends, watching you start to doze off once the water drains, Seokjin leads you to the bedroom. Curling up together, you soon drift off to sleep.

© gyupremacy, 2022. All rights reserved. 

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#btshoneyhive #btscarnivalnet #wkcnet #kim seokjin smut #kim seokjin fluff #kim seokjin angst #kim seokjin imagine #jin smut #jin fluff #jin angst #jin imagine #bts smut #bts fluff #bts imagine #gyupremacy

[laiflzau]

it wasn't yours.

Pairings: trainee!mingyu x f!reader

Genre: Romance, Angst

Warnings: Pregnancy, Heartbreak

Word count: 1k+

Summary: A friends-with-benefits arrangement with your Kpop trainee friend, Mingyu, seemed simple until an unexpected pregnancy test result forces you to make a difficult decision: push him to pursue his dreams while hiding your condition or reveal the truth and risk breaking both your hearts.

"We'll have to be back before 10 pm, how does that sound?" Mingyu asked, but you just shrugged off the idea, not paying much attention. "Sounds great," he replied to himself, earning an eye-roll from you.

After you both went to the beach, you walked together through the sunset, feet soaked in seawater. Mingyu, capturing random pictures with his camera, strolled beside you. "Do you think we'll still be able to talk after your debut?" you asked, feeling guilty for breaking the rules of your no strings attached status.

Ignoring his camera, he just hummed in response, refusing to stop taking pictures. You looked away, feeling a little guilty about your feelings for him, despite the arrangement being clear about having no strings attached.

A flash caught your face as he took a picture of you, and you playfully punched him, but he laughed it off, commenting on your sad expression. "You really look so sad here," he chuckled, and you rolled your eyes before looking away.

"Y/N, you know I'll never forget you, right?" he said seriously, putting down his camera. You nodded in response. "Then what's with the face?" he furrowed his brows, trying to understand your emotions. You scoffed, trying to mask your feelings.

"Aww, Y/N will miss me," he said with a pout before running away, playfully avoiding your slap on the shoulders.

The thought of Mingyu, being your closest friend, leaving hurt, even if your relationship was just a "friends with benefits" situation. You couldn't deny how much you liked him.

Night fell, and you both found yourselves in the hotel room at 8 pm. Mingyu was laying down, playing a game on his phone, while you sat beside him. He smirked and put his phone down, then grabbed your arms, making you lay beside him, locking you in his embrace. You felt his breath on your neck as he held you close.

"Do you really think that I'll be successful?" he asked out of nowhere. You scoffed, "Heck no." He stopped before laughing, clearly not taking offense. "When I land in Korea, I will buy you many squishy toys, then I'll always update you with my pictures," he said with a grin.

"I like the idea of the first one, but not the second," you laughed along with him.

You both stayed like that, embracing each other for minutes. "Didn't know you had a soft spot, Y/N," he teased, holding onto you more. "Well, this is your once-in-a-lifetime experience you should put it all in," you said, trying to sound light-hearted. But you felt his head tilt, and his voice softened as he replied, "It's not like we're no longer going to meet each other."

"You never know," you felt a tear escape your eye, unable to hold back your emotions.

You were with your friend, Miyeon, who was cooking ramen, when you felt like you were going to puke. You rushed to the bathroom sink and vomited. Miyeon looked at you, confused. "Are you really sure you weren't pregnant?" she asked, and you repeatedly shook your head. "No, it can't be. I took the pills," you replied.

Back in Mingyu's apartment, you were in shock after seeing the result of your pregnancy test. Two lines confirmed your fear, and you quickly hid it in your purse.

You planned to help him pack, and he welcomed you with a pout, "Aaa, Y/N, i really couldn't believe that I'm going to be an idol" you laughed, "couldn't believe it either."

he rolled his eyes on you, then he questioned if you were happy for him. Trying to sound casual, you said "you would meet plenty of girls to have fun with" but he just scoffed at your remark.

Sitting at the table for dinner, you noticed he was wearing the friendship necklace you gave him, mistaken by others as a couple necklace. You weren't wearing yours. When he noticed, he asked where yours was. You replied that it was in your purse, and he sighed, going to get it from the living room.

You noticed that he was taking too long so you decided to come after him, you froze when you saw him kneeling with your pregnancy test in hand. Confused, he looked at you, and you tried to explain,

"I-" but you were cut off as he went to unpack his baggage.

You tried to stop him, but he continued, saying he wouldn't leave both of you behind.

Clouded with thoughts of him not being able to chase his dream, you finally blurted out, "It wasn't yours." you said, it was almost a whisper

Confused, he asked what you meant. you revealed that you had been with other guys, not just him. You went to the hospital four weeks ago, and the timing didn't match. But it was all a lie.. you never fucked with other guys..

Mingyu was lost for words, unable to look at you. He seemed hurt, his voice turning cold as he asked, "What do you mean it wasn't me?"

"I have been sleeping with some other guys while you were away!" You shouted.

Tearfully, he whispered, "I can still be the father..."

But you firmly rejected his offer, "It wasn't your responsibility.. and you had a dream to chase."

"W-what about you?" He asked.

"Im not planning to keep this child anyway.."

"Y/N.. I.. I love you.. I really do, just tell me to stay and I will.." his voice broke, begging you with those pleading eyes.

Despite your heart wanting to say it, you couldn't tell him that you loved him and you wanted him to stay.

Your last words to him were, "Mingyu, you have to debut," before storming off from his apartment.

#mingyu x reader #mingyu imagines #svt imagines #svt reactions #svt #svt x reader #mingyu

[alienturnip]

Finished FF16 a few days ago and I do have some (long) thoughts about it, so I'm noting them down below. Reactions include the Waloed & Origin arcs.

Tagging @zadien as you requested <3 My thoughts won't be organized but I'll try my best to articulate as I go. Wall of text alert!

I think this is yet another case of "the story didn't satisfy me a lot but the characters bewitched me body and soul" so here I am at the end of the roads... with a lot of grievances toward how the story was structured & written but also impossibly attached to the cast haha, needless to say I have fanart ideas planned and incoming.

Things that I enjoyed a lot:

CliveJill's scene with the snow daisies, where she tells Clive that she wants to spread her wings after all this is over. MY GIRLFRIEND... YOU SHALL HAVE THE WORLD.

Jill being so good with acting dkfjsl <3 <3 she's so cute....

Jill being as much of a ruthless mtfk as Clive, they're soooo in tune when it comes to wrecking havoc

Everything about Joshua he brings SO SO MUCH to the table both with his personalities and the themes he represents. I would ramble if not for fear of this post's length...

Dion's contradictory demeanor hahahahaha - he insisted everyone call him "Dion" but wouldn't shut up about "Ifrit" and "Phoenix", he also refused Harpocrates' gift but then gave another to Clive 2 seconds later, then sauntered off without even checking if Clive likes it or not...

I generally bemoan the lack of discussion on Dion's relationship with his country's imperialism and his hands in that (like, everything about him was perfect to address that topic even in very brief ways?), BUT I highly enjoyed Dion's theme about the loss of personhood and to be reduced to a vessel of power and worship, his multifaceted relationship with the concepts of power & duty & hierarchy. So subtly yet powerfully done with so little screen time... I think Clive's own engagement with the theme (which is supposed to be his central theme) comes short in comparison.

Dion's side quest with Harpocrates also scratched my brain in INCREDIBLY ways, but again I won't ramble too much in this post...

(Hahaha by this point I think everyone knows who my fav is)

Dion & Joshua's dialogues are all so well-written (maybe save for Joshua's last speech...)

Everything about Mid & Gav, they're beautifully done, I love them they have such solid places within the narrative and lovely personalities too. When I watched Mid navigating the Entreprise I was just squealing and cheering for her! Her talking about the dream of flight and the danger it might entail, and her plan of turning such a weighted topic into a lighthearted treasure hunt! My gosh 💗 Gav's drinking scene with Clive is also especially touching, I felt a lot for his burdens.

Lady Isabelle may I have your hand in marriage--

Clive holding Joshua or clutching his body...... breaks me every time I love love LOVE tragic siblings

I can honestly write an essay for each of the characters (especially Jill & Dion my thoughts about them are overflowing) but they will have to be separate posts at this point, let me know @zadien (or anyone else reading this 🫣) if you'd like me to talk some more.

NOW onto the criticisms proper...

Waloed & Origin arcs were pretty underwhelming, mostly because I feel like they haven't offered anything new that wasn't already resolved in the previous arcs...? I enjoyed Barnabas' vibe but his impact on me was a big fat 0, and here comes the conundrum because, well, I'm guessing him being emotionless & devoid of a personality is supposed to be the point with his worship of Ultima, but even that was not done well... All his bedroom scenes kinda ruined all of that, not to mention the out-of-nowhere 'mother' appearances that the story doesn't even bother to explore aside from showing her naked body (Benedikta got the same treatment after her death my god I'm so sorry my beloved)...

Idk what I'm supposed to take away from the character and, in consequence, the Waloed arc? I know nothing of who he was, his dialogues didn't even match Clive's growth at that point - again, why is Clive questioning his humanity NOW of all time, when the story has been going so well? Could they have, idk, shown Clive's fear coming back to him after reuniting with Joshua & discovering Dion's descend to madness, so that they can segue into the Waloed arc more smoothly - that despite Clive's best intention he may lose all his control at the most crucial point and ruin all that he holds dear (like Dion), and that he never let go of his guilt at Phoenix Gate, and having Joshua back unwittingly brought back the nightmares he'd lived with for 13 years? Maybe that would give his identity crisis at the beach some more substance instead of "Barnabas bested me twice and now I'm wet and sat" situation he got going on... I am thankful for Mid & Dion's arc & CliveJill romance & everything about Joshua but the main villain & plot points felt so distant... MY BRAIN WAS NOT SCRATCHED

(I adore Mid & Dion & Joshua hahaha they're so colorful in 3 entirely different directions, my silly children)

I am also not really convinced by Ultima's writing. The plot reveal of him being a God who created humanity but then abandoned us all *could* have been pretty powerful and on point if it wasn't executed in such fragmented ways. If only they dig deeper into one or two specific aspects of that concept to explore...

I am especially fond of the idea of Ultima as symbolic for "the absent parent" and "the narcissistic parent" (both in the intimate familial context and the wider context of head-of-state/leader figures), which could have paralleled SO WELL with Anabella & Sylvestre & EVEN ELWIN had they not cut off Anabella's presence immediately after her death, or had they make Dion reflect deeper upon his relationship with his father beyond "I killed him I am so sad", or had they make Joshua's and Clive's memories of Elwin more complicated - maybe in how they (especially Joshua) worshipped his as their father & leader, but less so as a man, someone human & flawed? And then they can explore how the children gaining autonomy & freedom despite their parents & the circumstances that shaped their childhood as a direct mirror to them breaking away from Ultima? The frustrating thing is, I THINK they did try to do that, what with all the Inner Voice snippets and the initial buildups and all, but the execution keeps coming up short...

Ultima & the Eikons as symbols of "power that binds & enthralls" in contradiction with Clive's fight for a "free world" could've been much more relevant and poignant if maybe they allowed us to get more invested in Ultima's backstory (flashback cutscenes perhaps? more involved murals? a more multifaceted discussion around the concept of will? some attempts at humanizing Ultima's race so that when Clive says "you're just like us" we feel it a bit deeper?) instead of just having the guy monotonously narrating all the plot twists... my god. Not to mention all the on-the-nose dialogues of power of friendship & crude slavery allegories... I don't know! I think Square did NOT do it well in this one.

That's all I can pull from the top of my head at the moment! Ready to hop into replies or asks to talk some more, but yea!

#ff16 #I have both love and frustration for this game in equally intense measure #hoping that the general impression didn't come off as being too negative but yeah... #...at this rate I am just listing all my wishful thinking for things that might have happened #trying to rewrite the game in my head etc. etc. #On an unrelated note #I was fighting the Knight of Splendent Heart and was again filled with longing for A TERENCE BOSS FIGHT #for twinside arc #that'd be my dying wish... #Just-- Square #listen #just lift these moves in wholesale #or maybe even reuse Clive's later Bahamut skills #MAYBE DION BLESSED HIM LIKE JOSHUA DID CLIVE I DON'T KNOW-- #jura plays ff16 #ff16 spoilers

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Hii, I’ve been messaging a few supercorp-centric blogs about this, and I love your fics so I wanted to hear your thoughts!

What do you think would have been the perfect supercorp first kiss? Like, say the showrunners had decided to go for it, when and how do you think it should have happened?

That's an interesting question! And it doesn't have a simple and concise answer, I'm afraid. Because in order to have an on screen kiss feel organic, we would need to deepen a whole of onscreen moments Lena and Kara shared. In my mind, S6 would be the place to do it-- after the rift, after the PZ, expounding on the scenes they have canonically shared.

I'll try to recall as many moments as I can:

- the pre-/peri-PZ content: their conversation should have been more personal, a little deeper. And Kara's message to/about Lena in her legacy hologram should have been more directly alluding to her relationship with Lena.

- the post-PZ hug: it should have continued longer, to the point it borders on TOO long. Long enough to demonstrate that Kara missed Lena most of all, or was most grateful to Lena for rescuing her.

- Lena's departure for Newfoundland: should have been in person, and more hesitant. Like she knows what it looks like, that it looks like she's running away from them. But the truth is that she's running towards her mother, finally chasing down the answers she's always longed for.

- the courage gauntlet scene: Lena should have been more quietly effusive of Kara, and how she inspires Lena herself to be brave. I mean, the only time Kara caved to her fears was when she failed to tell Lena the truth of her being Supergirl. Which helps Kara recognize where she failed the night she saved that plane.

- kara and lena being on the same page: there was a scene about kara wanting to use peoples humanity against Nyxly, and Lena disagreeing. If I had my druthers, that would have resolved differently, with Kara either apologizing for going thru with her plan despite Lena's objections, or else caving to Lena's objections in the first place. Because canon was weirdly ooc for this altercation.

- the potsticker scene: i think it would have been cool if Kara commented that she's sure Lena had something better to do than share dinner, and Lena coming back with a "There's nowhere I'd rather be." In that soft voice she has sometimes.

- the witch confession: if Lena had used Kara as a sort of sounding board when figuring out how she feels about her newfound magic. Kara wouldn't really catch the deeper meaning, but she'd basically cast her vote for Lena, doesn't matter when or where or how.

Anywho... I could go on and on. But basically the sum of this season-long build up would culminate in a moment of quiet following their tearful embrace at the wedding. When they pull back, they linger close. Lena would lift her hand to tenderly cup Kara's cheek as they hold each other's gaze.

"Will you be there for me?" Kara asks, despite already knowing the answer.

Lena nods. "I'm with you," she promises. "No matter what."

Kara hiccups again, tears spilling onto her cheeks. Then they'd embrace again, with Kara burying her face in the crook of Lena's neck. And Lena would press a kiss to Kara's hair, the only thing she can reach.

Then when Kara's emotions are back in check, they'd go to see the happy couple off, they're fingers interlaced between them.

#supercorp #first kiss #how id like to see a canon kiss by series end #just my take #what do you think?