#all double b moments are adorable though

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what love feels like ༓ myg (m)

✑ Summary: Being a mother to a beautiful baby girl and wife to an adoring husband is the most rewarding feeling in the world. But you also work a full-time job, are overtired most of the time, stressed, don't have any alone time, look very different than eight years ago, and sex? Well, that hasn’t happened in weeks. The gravity of the situation weighs on you until one day, all of your deepest insecurities rear their ugly head–that your husband might not love you as much anymore and someone could take him away from you.

Pairing: husband!yoongi x reader

AU/genre: angst, fluff, smut, marriage au

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 6.7k+

Warnings: swearing, both Yoongi and oc are in their 30s, mom and full-time worker!oc, reserved!dad!yoongi, lack of intimacy, mentions of body insecurities post-pregnancy, mentions of fear of abandonment, mentions of jealousy. irrational worries, built-up stress, light fighting, silent treatment, stubbornness, lots of reassurance, nightmares, cute backstory of how they met, a lot of ily, Yoongi and oc being good parents 🥹, Yoongi calls oc doll, and explicit sexual content

sexual warnings: swearing, kissing, neck kisses, pleading, banter, dirty talk, doll petname, asking for consent, b**b squeezing & sucking, hair threading, penetration, f*ngering, big d*ck!yoongi, growling, missi*nary, eye contact, tearing up, c*ming together

Now Playing: Breathing by Anne Marie

a/n: Okay this was for Yoon's bday. Based on the poll, husband!Yoon won. Was intended to be a Drabble but well...heh 😅 Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing this fic and Yoon is just such a good hubby for responding well to these very relatable insecurities. (Low-key love this couple...) I'm sorry for any typos or warnings i missed! I checked and double checked but a few might have slipped. Enjoy! Anyway please enjoy! 🥰

“So, you're Jia's father, huh? I don’t think I've seen you here before, and I’m sure I would have recognized you.”

With his back straight and arms folded, Yoongi gives the woman in front of him a quick once-over. Mid-40s, freshly single, and definitely in need of some companionship. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out; she’s been talking his ear off for the past twenty minutes like he’s some kind of remedy to all her problems.

Honestly, he just swung by to pick up his four-year-old from daycare after another grueling day at work. But the moment he walked in, it was as if all the single moms latched onto him like a flock of hungry geese. This one’s name is Sandra in particular.

It reminds him of his college basketball days, how the cheerleaders all too eagerly swarmed around him after sinking the winning shot at the championship game. Shame he was too busy eyeing the girl in the stands to care, her face buried behind a book twice as big as her head. Who reads an 800-page novel during the playoffs anyway?

Fate, as one may call it, intervened about a week later when his best friend became said girl’s lab partner. Yoongi didn’t make any sudden moves at first, but well, he did make her his wife three years later.

“It’s just so nice to finally meet the father of such a sweet child. Especially considering how many dads tend to take a backseat in their child's early years.” Is she still going on? Yoongi does his best to stay present, though it’s proving unsuccessful. “And Jia truly is an angel! It’s clear you’re doing a wonderful job raising her, even with a full-time job and all.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows knit together at the somewhat odd choice of words. “Thanks,” he drawls out, noticing her pupils dilating with every breath. “Most of the credit goes to my wife though. She’s a great mom to Jia.”

“Jia’s m-mom?” Sandra stutters, her mouth slightly agape. Yoongi senses the gears turning in her head as she struggles to process the unexpected presence of his wife. Tempting as it is, he holds down a smirk. Of course, he’s a happily married man–for nearly eight years now.

“Yeah,” he replies simply. “She’s usually the one to pick up our daughter from daycare, but she’s been working a lot of overtime lately. I thought I'd come instead so she can get some rest."

“Oh, well that’s very–“

“Daddy! Daddy, you’re here!” The sound of a familiar high-pitched voice, along with a light pattering of feet, diverts both adult’s attention.

“Hey kid.” Yoongi effortlessly lifts the small child once in front of him, securing her in his arms. “Have fun today?”

Jia gives an enthusiastic nod, bright red ribbons in her hair bouncing cutely as she does. Proudly, she shows him the drawing she made.

“See? It’s me, you, and mommy!” She makes sure to point to each part of the picture with her pointer finger.

Yoongi gently takes the artwork from his daughter’s hand and lets out a soft chuckle. “Now this is what I call a masterpiece! Mommy’s gonna love hanging this one on the fridge. How about I hold onto this and you go grab your backpack, okay?”

As soon as Jia’s feet touch the carpeted floor again, she races off to her cubby in the far corner of the room. Yoongi shoots Sandra a final glance before slowly following behind. “We got to get going, but nice meeting you.”

“You…too.” Sandra’s response is more than disappointed as she watches the father-daughter duo make their way out of the building. Evidently, Min Yoongi isn’t the single dad she originally assumed. Funny, she swore there wasn’t a wedding band in sight. Maybe she missed it.

“No, I’m sorry but I’m certain we haven’t used any of your services in the last six months. My husband canceled it in late October.”

With one hand, you grip your cell phone up to an ear while the other pops open the dishwasher. You’ve been on the phone with the cable company for half an hour, trying to make sense of an unexpected charge that appeared on your bank account this morning. You consider yourself more patient than most, yet after working all day, a pile of laundry waiting to be washed, and dinner threatening to burn on the stove, the last thing you have time for is arguing with your old service provider.

“I understand, ma’am, and I apologize for any confusion. I’m taking a look at my records and they’re all showing me that—oh wait a second.”

The young man on the opposite end of the line interrupts his own thought, piquing your concern in the process.

“What did you say your last name is?”

You answer and in an instant, you’re met with a thousand rushed apologies; something about getting the account names mixed up in their system. It’s difficult to decipher everything you hear with the front door being thrust open that very moment.

“Mommy, where are you? We’re home!” Your daughter not so subtly announces her presence from the foyer. She kicks off her shoes, hangs her backpack on the designated wall hook, and then rushes to the kitchen upon catching a brief glimpse of your shirt.

“It’s alright, these mistakes happen.” You hang up the call and turn around to find Jia only steps away, a big goofy grin on her face. Infectious, you break out into a smile yourself and swoop her up.

“Hey honey, I missed you so much!” You kiss the side of your daughter’s head as she wraps her small arms around your neck. “You look so pretty with all these ribbons in your hair! Daddy did a good job, didn’t he?”

Being that you were called into work earlier than usual this morning, Yoongi was the one who got Jia dressed and ready for daycare. You’re delightfully surprised by the results.

“Mmhm,” Jia nods, twirling a couple of strands of hair between her thumb and forefinger. “But Daddy pulls too much!”

“Maybe if someone had listened and stopped fussing when I told her, I wouldn’t have accidentally yanked on her hair when I was reaching for her favorite Hello Kitty scrunchie.” Yoongi joins you both in the kitchen, walking over to press a quick peck on your lips while tenderly caressing the small of your back. The gesture soothes you of your earlier frustrations. “Who was that on the phone? Cable company?”

“Yeah, they canceled the charge. Wrong account.” As you reiterate the entire mix-up, your eyes wander all over your husband. He’s especially handsome tonight, given his perfectly tousled black hair and navy blue blazer flowing over his body. It’s tastefully oversized with a clean, white top paired underneath. You, on the other hand, are sporting a raggedy old t-shirt and stained sweatpants.

There was a time when you used to put a shit ton more effort into your appearance. It was before you got pregnant with Jia, back when you and Yoongi were going out on weekly dates. Neither of you has that kind of time anymore, or energy for that matter. You didn’t believe the other moms when they told you the romance takes a nose dive after you have your first kid. Yet here you are, proven wrong again.

Being parents to a beautiful baby girl is likely the most rewarding feeling in the world for you and Yoongi. You don’t remember the last time the two of you got real quality alone time though. And sex? Well, that hasn’t happened in weeks. The gravity of the situation weighs more on you with each passing day to be honest. Sure, you’re not the same person you used to be eight years ago, but shouldn’t you and Yoongi still make time for at least a little intimacy?

“How was picking up Jia by the way?” You look at Yoongi who merely shrugs nonchalantly in response.

“It was fine. Nothing too out of the ordinary,” Yoong gives you another peck before heading up the stairs to your bedroom. “I’m gonna go get changed. Why don’t you show Mommy the drawing you did Jia?”

“A drawing?” You shift your attention to your daughter whose eyes sparkle like diamonds upon mention. “We should put it up on the fridge then. Let’s take a look hmm?”

“It’s in my backpack! My new friend and I were drawing together. Her name is Mi-Sun.” Jia continues telling you all about her friend Mi-Sun as you make your way to the front door where her backpack hangs. You’re fully engaged until the very end. “Daddy made a new friend too!” she joyously claps her hands together, not realizing the depth of her remark.

“Oh, who’s Daddy’s new friend honey?” You ask, staying as calm as possible.

“Ms. Cho! They were talking for a really long time today.”

Ms. Cho? You think back to all the moms you’ve met at daycare. Somehow you can’t recall ever hearing or meeting a Ms. Cho. She must be a single mom, you deduce. Was she new? What did she look like? And why didn’t Yoongi mention her when you asked?

This has to be nothing but a little small talk, an acquaintance at most. Besides, the moms at Jia’s daycare are quite a chatty bunch and Yoongi wouldn’t dare overstep any boundaries.

“Do you know what they were talking about?” You don’t enjoy asking your child for details about your husband, yet you can’t seem to help it this time.

“I dunno,” she shrugs her shoulders. "Daddy was laughing a lot."

Suddenly, the self-assurance you gave yourself earlier slips away; seemingly useless given the queasy feeling building in the pit of your stomach.

For the remainder of the night, you purposely dodge every attempt your husband makes to kiss, touch, and hold you. You’ve even begun responding to his questions in one-word answers and at times, with nothing at all.

Yes, you’re being petty; more than usual. The silent treatment frustrates Yoongi to no end and it isn’t very mature of you, but neither is refusing to tell your wife that some single mom was flirting with you in front of your kid! Okay, so maybe that's an exaggeration. Maybe it all sums up to a harmless conversation, but it’s not like you know either way with Yoongi being as reserved as he is. It brings you back to your early dating days when he wouldn’t think to tell you about various aspects of his day; who he ate breakfast with that morning or the one classmate of his that wouldn’t leave him alone for two semesters.

Truth be told, you're simply hoping that your husband will bring up the topic first, without having to be the classic nagging wife. You’re a jealous person by nature so it’s not a simple task. Even now as you fold the first batch of laundry on your shared bed, him on the other side doing the same, you struggle to keep from blurting everything out.

“So,” Yoongi fluffs up a clean pillowcase before sliding it onto one of the bed pillows. “How was work?”

What a basic question, you grumble internally. Is that all he’s got? “Was okay,” you reply. “The usual.”

“You must be tired from the day. Did you get to lie down at all?” Yoongi picks up another pillowcase, repeating the process as before. When he glances your way, it’s clear something’s on your mind. You’ve started pairing Jia’s socks far more aggressively than normal and you’re holding back your responses. “Did you hear me, doll? Or am I going deaf here?” The sarcastic chuckle distracts you from your task, forcing your attention.

You’re about to respond when your eyes briefly flicker down to his hands, his left one in particular. Where's his wedding ring? Yoongi always wears it no matter what. The same sick feeling from before returns tenfold. No wonder that Ms. Cho was all over him–she must have thought he was single.

“No, I didn’t get to lie down Yoongi. I worked all day, came home and made dinner, called the cable guy to get that stupid bill figured out, and now I’m doing the second load of laundry. I’m really just not in the mood to chat.” It comes out a blur as you snatch the empty laundry basket and head for your washer and dryer, your eyes welling up with tears.

“__, wait.” Yoongi tosses the last pillow near the headboard and stops you in your tracks, his hand firmly gripping one end of the laundry basket. The intensity of his stare softens as he speaks. “I'm sorry if it seems like I'm forcing you to talk. I know you've been losing a lot of sleep recently between work, Jia, and upkeeping the house. We just don't get a lot of time to see each other anymore and I miss you…I miss talking to you."

With every ounce of self-control remaining, you hold back any tears that risk spilling out. You don't know why you're acting like this, why you're crying over something that seems so small and insignificant to the rest of the world. Yoongi loves you. He's said it a million times and proven it to you over and over again, for eight years now. He wouldn’t cheat on you, yet you still get so worked up about the idea that someone could take him away from you. Someone half your age, more attractive, or hell even the opposite sex if it means fewer dark circles under their eyes.

"Why- why aren't you wearing your ring?" Your naturally confident voice dwindles to the whisper of a mouse. It's completely out of character, nevertheless, here you are.

"I..." Your husband's voice wavers. His gaze flickers to his left hand, where his ring should be, but isn't. "Shit...I took it off in the shower this morning," he confesses, frustrated by his forgetfulness. "I was in such a rush to get Jia to daycare, and me to work, that it completely slipped my mind. I'm sorry—I fully intended to put it back on." He pauses, then perks up. "It's still in the bathroom. I'll be right back, okay?"

You watch as he makes a beeline for the master bathroom, eager to rectify the situation as soon as possible. You should have kept silent what you say next, but you don't.

"No wonder the moms at Jia's daycare were so drawn to you."

"What?" Yoongi stops in his tracks. The dumbfounded expression on his face tells you that you've caught him off guard again.

"Jia told me about someone named Ms. Cho," you reluctantly continue. "The two of you were laughing and talking and–"

"Baby, don't worry about that." Seizing his chance, your husband walks back over to you and sneakily pulls the laundry basket from under your arm. He sets it on the ground after, then reaches to take your hand in his, but stubbornly you cross your arms.

"Her name's Sandra," he starts explaining. "She's a new mom at the daycare and she didn't know anyone, so she started talking to me. I got the sense she was a little overly friendly but it was all small talk, nothing more."

Still largely unsatisfied, you remain unmoved. "If it wasn't a big deal then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Because nothing serious happened. The majority of the conversation was her venting about her ex-husband and me wishing you were right there next to me. Please believe me. All I could think about was finally being able to come home to you after a long week with Jia in our arms."

"Really?" Well, now you're feeling guilty for avoiding him in nearly every way tonight. Guilty for believing such wild assumptions that he'd leave you for someone else over one measly conversation. Guilty for letting yourself get so worked up over a situation you, quite frankly, knew few details about.

"I mean it doll." This time, when he reaches out to grasp your wrist, he succeeds. He intertwines his fingers with yours and leads you to the edge of your bed, gently pulling you down to sit on his lap. "Do you really think I could look at anyone else the way I look at you? Or think about you the way I have for the last eight-plus years we've been married and known each other?"

You hesitate your answer, averting his eye contact. "I know but…"

"No, don't finish that. Look at me," he intercepts. "You and our daughter are the only women on my mind–24/7. I can't get either of you out of my head and I don't want to. I'm so sorry I forgot to put my wedding band back on this morning, and again tonight. I feel awful about it and I'll be more careful from now on. And another thing, when Sandra and I were talking I mentioned you multiple times. So, it's clear to her that I'm a happily married man."

The last bit of information manages to perk your ears. "You talked about me?" Your eyes widen as you finally shift your full attention to him. Yoongi eyes widen with you, amused by your sudden change of heart to look at him.

"I said my wife is an amazing mother, works too hard for her own good, and needed to rest today. Give or take a few words."

That's all? You huff to yourself. Would it been nice if your husband also thrown in that you were beautiful or stunning in that mix of compliments? Yes, yes it would have–again, you're pettiness clouds your better judgment. You're not as pissed off as before, but rather semi-irritated.

"Okay…well I guess it's fine then. I'm sorry for being short with you earlier. I shouldn't have made those rash conclusions about the ring and that woman from the daycare. It wasn't reasonable of me." You get up from his lap, yet Yoongi isn't entirely convinced that you're okay.

"There's still something you're not telling me. I can tell."

"No, there's nothing else." You waive him off, placing your hand on your bedroom doorknob "You told her you had a wife so it's fine. I need to switch the second load of laundry.”

"Come on, doll. Let's not leave things unsaid now."

Sighing at his plead, you find yourself giving into all your repressed thoughts and emotions. It swallows you up, like a tidal wave you can't stop. "Look at me Yoon. I'm sweaty, I have dark circles under my eyes, stretch marks, love handles, my hair's a mess, and all I wear are old sweats covered in stains. I'm nothing like I used to be! No wonder we aren't intimate anymore."

Yoongi rises from the bed at once, offended by the sudden digression. "Is that what this is all about? It’s not even about that single mom from daycare is it?" The truth of the matter sinks in as he speaks.

"I guess maybe so…though I'm still annoyed about that too." Great, you're back to square one again.

"Come with me, I need to show you something." Your husband gestures you to follow him, which you slowly concede to.

"What are you doing Yoon?" You both walk into the master bathroom, stopping in front of the large mirror above the sink.

"I'm showing you the woman I'm in love with and have been in love with for nearly eight years now. Sweats and all." Yoongi makes you face the mirror directly, hands around your shoulders. You have trouble stomaching the sight.

"Yoongi please, I can't. The laundry ringing off." You avoid looking into the mirror and make a move to leave the bathroom.

"Just stay with me a minute, please?" Your husband refuses to loosen his hold on you, turning your body so you're looking eye to eye. "No, you're not the same person as you were and neither am I. We're parents to a beautiful daughter now, who we love and adore. We're also overtired 90% of the time, juggling a million things at once. But there's one thing you can count on to always stay the same–my loyalty to you. I'll always be in love with you __, no matter what age you are or however way you look. There's nothing you can do to change that, so why fight it?"

Dammit. A single tear rolls down your cheek as you take in his heart-melting speech. It's not his words alone, it's the sincerity behind them. How he's repeated similar countless times before throughout your entire relationship.

"I love you, Yoon..." you choke out the words, composure fleeting.

"I love you so much, doll." He wipes the wetness of your tear with his thumb. "As far as us not being as intimate anymore, that's my fault. I don't ever want you to feel like I don't desire you every day. Why don't we send the kid to my parents this weekend and let me start making things right hmm?"

"I don't know if we can this weekend. Jia has a playdate on Saturday."

"So, I'll ask Mom to take her. She'll be happy to, trust me. We can finally watch that movie you've been dying to show me since what? December?"

"You're serious?" Your eyes light up at the mention of what is essentially a movie date. The show Yoongi's referring to is one you've been craving to see for months, yet neither of you has found the time to watch. "I've been talking about it for so long, Yoon."

"I know you have, it's why I suggested it. I've been wanting to watch it too with all the trailers you keep sending me. Plus, I'll be able to keep my beautiful wife in my arms for over two hours. That's a lot for us, especially with you being such a busy bee. I can never get you to light in one place! What's up with that, huh?"

Feeling your natural self re-emerging, you throw a playful swat to his arm and scowl at his teasing comment. "You're one to talk! You're basically a workaholic! Besides, you knew who you were marrying when you met me."

Yoongi chuckles and brings both hands to cup your cheeks, squishing them slightly. "A cutie who reads 800-page novels at a basketball game?"

"Stop babying me!" You pull his hands off your cheeks and rub them, trying to regain some composure. "I don't regret my choices, I like books. It's why I'm such a boss at work!"

"Okay, boss," he laughs. "What about what I suggested before then? I can call Mom tomorrow and ask her if she could watch Jia for the day. She'll take her to her playdate, then they can spend the rest of the day together."

It does sound nice, having the whole day with your husband.

"Okay," you agree. "Let's try."

"Good." Yoongi slides his hands down to your hips and pulls you flush against his chest. "How about we seal it with a kiss now?" You nod and he leans his head down, pressing an amazing, tender kiss to your lips. It makes you both giddy on queue.

"Read one more story, Daddy!" Jia leaps off her small, twin bed and bounds for her bookshelf. She lets out a series of giggles when a large pair of hands catch her, lifting her high into the air.

"I already read you three books kid," Yoongi says, planting a kiss on her cheek. "Bedtime." He then tucks her into her fluffy comforter, plugs in her teddy bear nightlight, and closes her bedroom door.

The next second, Jia comes running out of her room, latching onto his right leg. "I don't wanna go to bed. I wanna play!" Figures she'd be hyper at this hour.

Yoongi sighs and picks her up. "Daddy told you to go to sleep, it's not playtime. You'll have lots of time for that tomorrow when you get to see your friend." He then carries her into her room, yet she fusses in his arms; thumping her tiny fists into his chest.

"No, no, no, Daddy. I want to play!"

Sighing, Yoongi looks at his child with sharp eyes. "Jia–"

"Hey," you interrupt, entering your daughter's bedroom upon hearing the commotion down the hall. "What's going on?"

"Kid doesn't want to go to bed."

You give an empathetic look and saunter over to the pair, gently taking Jia into your arms. Yoongi places his hands on his hips as he watches you reason with your daughter.

"Jia, you know tomorrow's a big day right? You and Sana are going to go to the playground together." The child nods. "You don't want to be tired when you're playing do you?"

"No..." She shakes her head. "I want to be awake!"

"Then you need to listen to Daddy and go to sleep. That way you'll be full of energy tomorrow when you and Sana go on the swings or slide down all the big slides." You smile as Jia starts rubbing her drowsy eyes, yawning in the process.

"But I...okay," she slowly concedes, eyes fluttering shut as she gives into her sleepy state. Unsurprising to you and Yoongi, she was tired all along. But like most kids, hated going to bed.

"See?" You lay Jia in her bed and pull the covers up near her chin, giving her a light kiss on the side of her head. Yoongi bends down and does the same after you. "You just gotta talk to her a little, she'll typically fall asleep on her own."

"But I read her three of her favorite books." Yoongi shuts off the overhead light, along with the door to Jia's room, and follows you to your bedroom.

"That's different Yoon," you argue back. "Books excite her."

"She takes after you that way then." Yoongi pulls his t-shirt off, leaving him bare-chested, and climbs onto his side of the bed. You join him shortly after with your head resting on his chest and an arm thrown around his waist.

"I'm so exhausted," you yawn.

"Go to sleep, baby. I'm right here." Your husband places a hand over your wrapped arm, sending you off into a deep slumber.

Well this is just ironic. Almost 2 A.M. and you're wide awake.

What initially started as a nice, relaxing dream quickly turned into a terrible nightmare. In the dream, you woke up alone. Yoongi was gone. Jia was gone too. You can't exactly make sense of it, except for a vague memory of Jia calling another woman 'Mom'. You couldn't see her face very well, so it could've been anyone. You couldn't speak either, so even when you tried approaching the three, they couldn't hear you. You've had nightmares plenty of times, but this one is new. It's a clear projection of all the underlying concerns upheaved from earlier; insecurities, abandonment, loss, and it has you unsettled.

You glance over to your husband's side of the bed. He's fast asleep, no longer cuddling you due to you both flip-flopping in your sleep. You decide to slide closer to him, needing to watch him for a while. It might sound weird, but you love watching him sleep. He's so handsome and you feel a great deal of comfort doing so. Maybe if he was awake, you'd tell him about what you dreamt. Then again...maybe not.

"I love you Yoon," you whisper as quietly as you can, tracing his every facial feature with your eyes.

"'m, I love you too."

Is he-was he awake? As if caught red-handed, you quickly flit your face away in favor of the blank ceiling above. You weren't expecting him to answer at all, and in such a hoarse voice too. You're a little turned on by it to be honest.

"Can't sleep?" he speaks up again, eyes still closed.

"No, I''ll be okay though. You can go back to sleep. Don't worry."

He grunts, a tad unhappy with your dismissal of him. "Do you want to talk about it? Your dream?"

You whip your head in his direction. "How–" You pause, seeing his eyes blink open.

"I didn't meet you just yesterday, doll. I know they keep you up. Just know, I'm always here okay? Always." He reaches for you with delicate fingers as he continues. "Now, come here. Seems we got separated in our sleep."

You accept the offer and cuddle into him again. This time your noses nearly touch and his arm wraps around your lower waist. You feel the growing urge to kiss him, wanting to forget your nightmare entirely. But perhaps silly, you ask permission first, seeing as he's close to drifting off again.

"Yoon?"

"Mm."

"Can we kiss?" Your cheeks flush a little at the request. Why are you acting like this? You've been married for years.

"Sure, 'm tired but I could go for a make-out right now." A small smirk graces his lips as he teases you. You give him a classic 'Yoongi!' in reply. "I'm kidding. You don't ever have to ask me that," he finishes.

"Hmm, maybe I don't want a kiss anymore." You feign stubbornness, just to see his response. And a response he gives you, more than you're prepared for.

"You're ridiculous," he grumbles, capturing your lips in one fell swoop. He moves his lips against yours as the hand on your waist grips tighter. The tiniest of moans escapes your lips.

You attempt to break the kiss first, thinking it will only last for a few seconds. Yet Yoongi slips a hand behind your neck to bring you into another kiss. One that's deeper than the last. You feel your breath being taken away little by little, especially when his tongue licks into your mouth. God, you haven't kissed like this in an eternity. A wetness soon gathers between your thighs.

"'m, Yoon," you gasp when his cool fingers sneakily make their way under your shirt, tickling your bare skin. They travel the expanse of your waist, stomach, and up along your back. "So cold."

Yoongi pulls away from the kiss and retracts his fingers. He then lazily moves his body until his chest hovers over your own, rolling you on your back in the process. He's a bit of a blur due to the dimness of the room, yet you can see the whites of his eyes a bit better than before.

"Help me warm them then," he says, folding his hands on top of yours from where they rest on your stomach. "You're really burning up, doll."

His observation is right. Ever since you woke up, you're body's been hotter than normal. The stress is clear and it's only increasing due to the unexpected turn of tonight's events; your husband seemingly wanting to make love to you in the middle of the night.

"So I am," you reply, staring straight into his eyes. "Must be because of all the sudden surprises today. My body's finally responding to it all."

Yoongi nods, following your implication. "Well let's do something to calm it down, shall we?" He waits for your final go before making any abrupt movements.

"But...you haven't seen me–"

"Naked in a while?" he predicts your next words, unfazed. "I've seen it all, each time better than the last because I love you. You're beautiful to me, no matter what. Let me love you __. I've missed you. I've missed us."

"Okay...please," you sigh, desperately needing his touch. "It's been so long since we've been this close."

Neither of you has it in you to delay another second as you dive into another fiery kiss, your hands wandering up and down each other's bodies. You love his hair the most, so you run your fingers through it repeatedly. Your husband's soft grunts remind you that it's as pleasurable for him as it is for you, and as if to counter, he latches his lips to the curve of your neck.

"Yoon," you moan, shivering at the feeling of being peppered in open-mouth kisses. Your eyes automatically roll up as well.

Yoongi nips at your jaw next, featherlike, yet deadly to you nevertheless. He doesn't allow himself to linger more than a second, though, preferring to keep you on your toes. So with careful fingers, he begins lifting the bottom of your shirt.

"Can I?"

You hum in approval and lean forward for him to remove it.

With your nipples now exposed to the brisk air, stiffening due to arousal, Yoongi brings both his hands up to caress your boobs. He's incredibly gentle, telling you how beautiful you are once again until his thumbs start circling your peaked nipples. A rush of sensation shoots up your spine as he rolls them harder, flicking them once in a while.

"Fuck," you swear.

"Feeling good?"

All you do is nod fervently in response, which Yoongi takes as his signal to lower his head to your chest. He squeezes both breasts in his hand before wrapping his mouth around a nipple, licking and sucking relentlessly. He repeats the same to the other.

"Yoongi, I need you. Please." You're core tightens, thighs struggling not to rub together, as you plead with your husband to relieve you. You are so wet and getting wetter.

"I'm here, doll, I got you. Fingers first hm?"

He pushes part of the comforter towards the foot of the bed, then gestures for you to raise your butt. Any shred of mystery of how worked up he's gotten you slip away as he pulls your underwear and pants down your legs. They both get tossed on the floor, per usual.

Bare pussy exposed, Yoongi guides your legs further apart and brings a hand down to your entrance. One of his long, slender fingers traces up your folds so smoothly that you buck your hips upon the touch. He smiles lightly at the subtle response, pleased that you're finally enjoying yourself; too often you put your needs last. His finger slowly sinks into your well-lubricated pussy, velvety walls clenching around it.

"Oh, g-god," you give a shaky moan as his finger pumps and curls in you, stimulating your g-spot. "Need you now, Yoon, so bad."

"Mm not yet, we need to stretch you out. You haven't taken me for a good three or four weeks," he smirks at your eagerness, sliding a second finger next to the first. "This pussy is drenched but not enough. I need you to come. Can you do that for me?"

Fast, quick movements follow suit as your husband works you up to an orgasm. Oh fuck, oh fuck, you chant in near whines. Your pussy is spasming around him, walls tightening with each push and pull. You know when he draws his hand out that it's covered with your come. Messy, sex is messy and both of you are too far gone to care; the pleasure sweeping over you.

Finally, in what feels like an endless tease, you have your first orgasm of the night. You feel your body relaxing into the mattress again, yet your breath remains short. Yoongi, on the other hand, groans seeing your release dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets. For a split second, there's a slight darkening in his eyes while he takes in your post-orgasmic form. The two fingers that had been inside you are sensually brought to his lips, slipping between the seam before being cleaned off.

You're taken aback by the action, though you've witnessed it before. Something about watching your husband willingly follow through with a gesture so lewd makes your head spin–you want him to fuck you right this instant. He must share the same feeling because you don't even need to sound the words due to his hands already making quick work of his pants.

"You drive me mad, you know that? Can never get a break with how sweet you taste. Your lips, your come. All of it makes me go mad." His full length comes in view, hard and tip leaking with pre-cum. You try not to let yourself stare at the thickness but hell, you must've forgotten the extent of your husband's size. You don't remember it being this big before.

"Well," you gulp. "You're not making it easy on me either, looking like this."

Yoongi climbs over to you again, settling into a straddled position, and looks deep into your eyes. "Who's fault do you think that is?"

"It's your fault." You bend your legs and wrap them around his mid-section. You can feel the tip of his cock tease at your entrance. The anticipation is beyond grueling.

"No," he says, aligning himself up to your weeping hole. "it's yours." He then thrusts his hips forward, his length sinking into you so perfectly it has you completely satisfied.

"Y-Yours," you whimper out, unable to form a steady sentence.

"Fine." He picks up his pace. "Let's just agree we both fuck each other up on a daily---ah fuck!" Yoongi growls and gives you a suspicious look when he feels your pussy suddenly clench around his length.

"I didn't do it on purpose this time! You're fucking me too good is all."

"Really? You're not just teasing me?"

Yoongi is slow to believe since you've purposefully clenched countless times before, simply out of playfulness. Tonight is different than those nights though because you're telling the truth–he's truly fucking you so good.

"What the hell," he concedes. "You feel so fucking fantastic, I don't even care." He continues his movements, thrusting into you with deep groans and labored breaths. His fingers grip the mattress harder with the veins in his neck bulging out.

Both your bodies move in sync as the familiar sound of skin slapping on skin echoes off the walls of your bedroom. You do your best to keep your moans low, not wanting to risk waking up your daughter.

"Yoon, fuck! I need to come, it's gonna-fuck-happen soon," you swear, pussy throbbing at the feeling of being so full after weeks of abstinence. You can tell you're reaching your high with the bundle of nerves in your core threatening to snap at any given moment.

Of course, you're wet too, extremely wet.

"I'm. Nearly. There." He barely sounds the words out, jaw clenching. "Just another minute, and we can finish together."

Your eyes, which haven't left his since he entered you, begin to glass over with tears. It's overwhelming; his love for you. No matter the doubts that tell you the opposite, you can't give in to their ugly lies. You'll continue to struggle, naturally, but you won't ever let them win. Yoongi's never once given up on you, and neither should you.

"I love you, Yoon...I love you with all my soul," you choke the words, falling apart all at once. "I'm sorry for today. How jealous and irrational I got."

"Don't apologize, doll. I shouldn't have let it go so far, our lack of intimacy and alone time. I promise we're going to make it all right okay?"

Giving you one last thrust, you both have your release at the same time. Yoongi helps ride your orgasm out by lazily continuing to grind into you. Yeah, you might need to shower and switch out the sheets after tonight, but you don't regret it one bit.

"In all seriousness baby," Yoongi speaks up, guiding your legs back on the soft mattress until you’re comfortable. "Don't feel like you have to apologize for everything. I understand your feelings and where you were coming from. I will say, the silent treatment kills me though. I'd rather you yell at me than not talk to me at all."

"It's not easy for me to raise my voice like that, Yoon." You throw your arms around his neck and sigh softly. "But I can try talking to you more, or at least tell you I need some time to process before I'm ready to have a conversation. I don't know, am I making sense?"

"Plenty of sense. I'll share more about my day with you and who I'm talking to as well. We'll also carve out time to have together. I love our daughter, but I don't see the harm in reaching out to our friends and family to babysit once in a while."

"Well, this sounds good to me," you hum.

"Me too." Yoongi smiles wide and goes in for another warm kiss. Your eyes flutter shut in unison.

This is what love feels like.

a/n: LMK what you think 🥰

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[mr-mandalorian]

pr relationship, fake dating, fluff & angst.

it all started with that stupid ad. girlfriend wanted. a two year gig with insane pay, how could a broke student say no to that? not that she expected it to be real, let alone to get chosen for the job.

yet here she was, negotiating her contract for a few extra perks. not exactly where she expected to use her law degree, but it was coming in handy.

the whole thing was so secretive, she presumed she’d have to put a smile on for some old b lister, pretend to adore a wrinkly wandering hand. she surely did not anticipate the most gorgeous and charismatic man to show up for their first date.

lando made it so easy. while before she stressed if she could even fabricate an ounce of affection for someone she didn’t know, the real challenge now was not to catch feelings. she could see why his playboy image needed cleaning up, given the chance and under different circumstances, she would not hesitate going home with him.

she tried her best to keep it professional. and there was a lot of work to do, from soft launching on instagram to perfecting her smile for the paparazzi. really, she was nothing more than an employee. it was difficult though, when the line between real and fake kept blurring.

race weekends were becoming more than she could handle. lando was constantly in her space, always touching her in some way. and the issue was that she didn’t mind at all, she got so used to it that she didn’t even notice how it followed them behind closed doors. they fell into a sort of domestic routine, moving between countries and hotel rooms. lando’s head in her lap as she listened back to a lecture in bed, showering together when lando could barely stand straight after training.

“sign this.” she pulled out a mclaren cap one day, making lando dramatically gasp.

“you’ve been a fan this whole time? did they fail to background check you?”

“it’s for my dad. don’t let it go to your head, if it was up to him, i’d be fake dating lewis instead of you.” of course her family weren’t aware of their arrangement, and y/n was more than happy to keep it that way.

“wow okay, and you’re on first name basis with lewis already?” lando laughed as y/n looked away in embarrassment. he did as told though, finding her flustered state the cutest thing in the world.

it wasn’t on their calendar, but lando begged her to come golfing. he couldn’t handle being away from her for too long anymore. so she shook hands with carlos, a face she was familiar with, and the girl he brought along for what was turning out to be a double date.

y/n didn’t care for sports much, but seeing lando in his element was always entertaining. she sat in the little cart watching him beat carlos when his date came to join her. before y/n could open her mouth, the sweet smile she had was quickly turning into a sour face.

“ah, the darling wag.” carlos’ partner said, looming over y/n. “you guys are doing such a good job at pretending, it’s almost like there’s no pretending at all. you do know he’ll drop you the moment your contract is up?”

all y/n could do was sit there red in the face. surely she could’ve phrased it nicer, but it was a good reminder nevertheless. she watched as the woman came up to the golf players, a cheshire grin on her face as she asked lando to teach her. the mclaren driver didn’t waste a second wrapping his arms around her, hands guiding hands. y/n wanted to throw up.

as expected, photos of carlos’ date practically grinding herself on lando reached social media in minutes, y/n left to clean up the mess. that’s what she was here for after all, to keep up appearances and dismiss her feelings.

lando didn’t notice something wrong until y/n proposed going out. she hasn’t been out since undergrad, but all she wanted now was to drown her sorrows. what a fool she was to have her heart open. she dragged lando through a crowded club, hating how perfectly her hand fit in his.

taking shots like water, lando could only escalate the situation through sheer amazement. he’s never seen this side of her, only the cool and collected y/n he’s grown incredibly fond of. her touch felt different too, kissing him like they were the only two people in the room.

he had to carry her back into the hotel room, y/n still humming the lyrics of sweet escape by gwen stefani into his neck. and when lando placed her down into bed, she refused to let go.

eyes half lidded and pupils blown out, her gaze jumped between his eyes and lips. when the f1 driver first caught word of a pr relationship being orchestrated for him, he could only laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. and yet here he was, being pulled into bed by the most divine woman he’s ever laid eyes on.

but this was not how he wanted it.

“we can’t, y/n.”

“silly me, there’s no cameras around.”

“is that what this is about? i want to. so bad that it hurts, you know? no cameras, just you and me.”

“just you and me.” she sighed in content, her sweet voice repeating him. he nearly caved in then, but he needed sober words. he needed it to be real.

it was a distant memory in morning, y/n retching the contents of her stomach with lando holding back her hair. she could barely recall their last conversation, the shame of her throwing herself at him was the only thing she could focus on. she wished for the earth to open and swallow her whole.

the golf incident got replaced with photos of lando manhandling her after the club, so at least that was taken care of. but there was a switch after that, y/n a better actress than she gave herself credit. while she smiled wide for the cameras, she kept her distance when no one was around. she was done bending the line of real and fake.

after the season, she had to come stay with lando in monaco. it only made sense, their one year mark just around the corner. and while lando tried his best, bringing her flowers every other day and inviting her for sleepovers in his room, y/n stayed locked up in the guest room with dead flowers in the bin.

there was much to prepare for their anniversary. write and rewrite captions, scope out a location that was private yet visible for photographs. she was operating like working a nine to five, her mind completely void and just going through the motions. so when she got back to lando’s after an early nail appointment, she truly didn’t know how to react seeing a girl just about to leave.

“oh my god, y/n!” the girl seemed just as surprised, eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights. “i thought- i’m sorry! i thought you guys had broken up…”

“um- yeah, yeah… we’re on a break, i’m just here to grab a few things.” through gritted teeth, she squeezed out a smile and an excuse that would cover for her so called boyfriend.

she could hear the shower running as she waved the hookup out the door. she didn’t know if she wanted to cry or go absolutely hysteric on lando.

“what the actual fuck were you thinking?” she asked once he came out of the bathroom, curls wet and a very satisfied look on his face.

“what? it’s not like we’re actually dating. you’ve made that very clear, love.”

“we may not be dating, but the public thinks we are!”

“so? she won’t tell.”

“you actually believe that? i just had to make up some bullshit excuse about how we’re on break so you wouldn’t look like a bloody cheater!”

“well you’re a lawyer, make her sign an nda or something.” lando did not yet grasp the severity of the situation, finding it amusing while y/n could only see red.

“you’re unbelievable. i’m fucking done, i can’t do this anymore.” she pushed past him, beginning to pack her things. contractual obligation or not, she was done vouching for him.

“come on, y/n, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“just you and me, huh? you’re such a piece of shit, lando.”

that grounded him quickly, but nothing he said could make her change her mind. if she left now, she would be violating their agreement. not only would she not get compensated fully, she’d be thrown under the bus. she couldn’t care less about it now though, using the last of her savings to get home. she was back in england with no money and a broken heart.

it’s only been a few days, but rumors of y/n being unfaithful and leaving the mclaren golden boy hurting were all over twitter. she should’ve known better, she was naive to believe that a manufactured relationship could run smoothly.

she was holding up just fine until today. one whole year of y/n signing that stupid contract. she was in mourning, rotting in bed of her childhood bedroom. she gave up her apartment shortly after getting with lando.

she could hear hushed voices in the living room, her dad softly knocking on her door. she eyed him suspiciously, blood pressure rising as she noticed the man adorning an autographed mercedes cap on his head. realizing what it meant, she wanted to scream at her father for selling out so easily.

she didn’t say a word as lando came in view. humiliating enough, she was wearing his hoodie. she told herself she packed it with her on accident, but she knew in her heart of hearts she wanted to keep a piece of him.

“i’m sorry.”

“that’s it?” lando wanted to cry looking at her stone cold face. he’d give anything to go back to a time where she’d throw her arms around him after a race. it didn’t matter if he did good or bad, y/n would be there to suffocate him with a rib crushing hug. he could still remember the taste of her cherry chapstick, the warmth of her skin. now they stood at a distance, like strangers who have never shared a word between them.

“no, just- why did you not tell me you remembered? i was being honest that night. i- i want you. i remember our first date, how you laughed at one of my stupid jokes. i knew i was fucked then, that i’d be forever chasing that feeling of making you smile. and yeah, at first i thought you just couldn’t remember because you were completely shitfaced. but then you got cold and i could only assume the worst, that you remembered and didn’t feel the same. so i went and slept with someone, just to forget about not being able have you. and i know- i know, it’s a bullshit excuse. but it’s the honest truth.”

“you made me breach contract, i don’t- i don’t know-“

“for fuck’s sake, i just told you i’m in love with you and you still think i’m here just because of some stupid contract?”

she looked away. she was too scared, too hurt to try again. lando took a step closer, hoping she wouldn’t take one back. when she didn’t, he reached out to hold her. nuzzling her face into his chest, she could hear just how fast his heart was beating. he was terrified of losing her again.

“just you and me. for real this time.”

#lando norris x reader #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x you #lando norris x oc #f1 x y/n #f1 x female reader #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine

[theminecraftbox]

i didn't quite like it the final lore of c!quackity, it's wasn't bad but i think it should have showed what he did after him losing cslime friendship and a live. Like for me it wasn't quite a good end for all his lore

strongly agree / agree / ambivalent / disagree / strongly disagree / don't care whatsoever

I'd agree that LN5 was the weakest of the Las Nevadas series, but I kinda disagree with you as to why. I do not think, for instance, that seeing more of Quackity's aftermath following his death at Slime's hands would have assisted in justifying the conclusion we ultimately got: because the conclusion we are shown onscreen is that Quackity has declined his call to redemption! he sends a few people a youtuber apology and then doubles right back down into the same old shit. Las Nevadas does not fall. Quackity has decided that's his legacy: the country he built on sand with bloody hands. He says he's planning to put the factory to use and make sure Las Nevadas sticks around for centuries to come: which is, yknow, a complete rejection of whatever lesson his death might have otherwise taught.

Which is like... par for the course? In terms of motivation's c!Quackity's got and the remorse he's shown for various actions, he's done quite a lot of bad things for very selfish reasons and without evidence of regret whatsoever. In terms of the people who Quackity has directly hurt... Slime isn't actually one of them! Slime is not Foolish. Slime is not Dream! Slime isn't even Purpled. Rather, Slime is an observer, a victim of circumstance who, once given the opportunity, was able to accurately perceive that even though Quackity treated him well, a) he treated others decidedly poorly, and b) his ideas about power and legacy were both cruel and paranoid.

This is fine as a send-up. This isn't half-bad as catharsis. However, I would argue that it feels a little strange in the context that Slime doesn't know shit about some of the worst things Quackity has done, namely, the entire prison arc.

At the risk of being a pandorolo again, the prison arc is central to Quackity's moral spiral into hell. Which is why it's a bit strange that it was massively underutililized in LN5, and, I'd argue, mis-utilized in LN4.

The point here isn't to say that Dream should have gotten to kill Quackity or whatever. I don't really think that would have been better; in fact I adore the facts of what we got, namely Dream being forced to panic and flee. But just take a moment and compare what we got with Dream and Sam with what we got with Dream and Quackity. I'm not even talking about how much longer Daedalus was than the brief scene we got in LN5; I'm talking about how the conversation in Daedalus was specifically designed for me, kat theminecraftbox to force Sam to confront the moral and practical and emotional ramifications of what he's done and then to decide whether to reject or accept those implications. How does Quackity answer Dream showing up on his lawn? With a couple of lines about how Dream deserved it that Dream doesn't have the time or inclination to respond to, followed by the chaos making any sort of resolution totally impossible.

It's hard for me to conceive of a LN finale that's less coupled to those acts that constitute some of Quackity's most significant actions on the server wrt his moral development. Which kinda sucks when you're doing a denouement of an arc purportedly meant to deal with those ramifications.

#c!dream and c!quackity #discourse asks #las nevadas

[dragondemoness]

Everyone's favorite adorable nurse Mikan tsumiki with a boyfriend who's a total tsundere towards her. Like he just seems to flip flop like shell give him some shy affection but he'll snap at her but when she begins to pull away he's like "I didn't say stop" while blushing up a storm. And he's also weirdly affectionate towards her at times and assertive about it too like how Mikan was during her assertive disease fiasco.

Mikan Tsumiki with a Tsundere but Assertive Boyfriend

Well, this is an... Interesting dynamic you two have

Mikan could never figure out whether or not you hated her guts

You greeted her harshly whenever she approached you, but you also seemed to hang around the nurse's office a lot whenever she was there

Plus, she started finding random, but cute gifts in her office that she suspected was your doing

But of course, you denied it whenever she brought it up

She couldn't believe YOU of all people gave HER of all people a gift, but she couldn't complain

Neither of you two confronted your feelings for a while, but Mikan eventually worked up the courage to ask you out

And after receiving a begrudging, but incredibly blushy "Sure, why not" from you, it was official

And naturally, given your astronomically different personalities, people did a double take when they saw you with Mikan

Some of them even questioned if she was even happy with you, given how coldly you treated her

But Mikan liked you, and she didn't care

Though she still found it hard to figure out where you stood with her

Sometimes you just brushed her off, though you never insulted her like you did with other people

But other times, whenever you two were alone, you'd randomly pull her into her arms without a single word

It definitely caught her off guard a few times, but she knew to keep her mouth shut and enjoy the moment

She definitely enjoys seeing that side of you a lot though

But one time, she decided to initiate it herself

After asking for permission to cuddle with you and only receiving a grunt in return, she shyly climbed up into your lap and wrapped her arms around you"

Th-This is really nice..."

"Whatever, the only reason I'm tolerating this is so you would stop stuttering so much."

"O-Oh, um... I-I'm sorry, I'll just..."

But as she began to stand back up, you placed a firm hand on hers, immediately causing her to stop in place

"...I don't remember telling you to stop. Get back to where you were."

"Huh? B-But I thought..."

"Did I stutter? Here. Now."

"O-Okay!"

And she immediately curled back into you with no further arguments

Even though you had your arms tightly locked around her, she was able to slightly lean up to look at your face

And she swore that she saw a hint of red, but you quickly pulled her head into your shoulder before she could make sure

After that, your affectionate moments appeared more often, along with your assertive attitude

Especially whenever Mikan is stressed out from her nursing job

Though you're a bit more gentle during those days, but you didn't hear that from me

You still get a lot of looks, a lot of whispering, and a lot of questions, especially from Mikan's friends

But do either of you care? Of course not

Regardless of how rough and cold you seem, Mikan knows how you really are in private

And that's all that really matters to her

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa goodbye despair #mikan tsumiki x reader #male reader

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Could you do an ABO Headcanon of Alphas!Overblot Gang x Omega!Kalim, where Kalim is a boy who was sold for a ritual to summon the seven most powerful demons to be sacrificed, but at the time of the ritual, the demons ( who I imagine in their Overblots forms) are interested in Kalim and choose him as their omega/fiance, and despite their rude and irritated manner, they slowly show that they care and love Kalim

This took so long since I had to do so much research and by the time I nearly finished it it didn't save so I lost the whole thing so I'm rewriting this all over again so if you see double somehow, now you know!

WARNING: This post will have the following;

Alpha/Beta/Omega Verse (A/B/O)

Attempted murder

Sex stuff

Is Hella Gay

If you no not like ANY of this stuff, the ships around it, or are not interested, then move along! Do not comment or engage at all if you dislike all this!

Now onto the post!

Life of Kalim Al-Asim was always pleasant and sweet. He always relied on his family and close servants and lived in a beautiful home of a beautiful and thieving kingdom. Sure he's mostly isolated and not allowed outside the home's walls but that's for his protection!

He got along great with all his servants, his family adored him as much as he adored them. Though he does have one wish his heart aches many times over, the return of his best friend... Jamil disappeared in the two's younger years right when tests to determine who's an alpha, beta, or omega started. Nothing in his room was touched or packed which made it clear he didn't run away. Not like he would, thought Kalim... He promised...

Days have been counted down for Kalim's birthday, a large wide celebration everyone celebrates in many positive ways. And this birthday was extra special for Kalim since he was informed they will be holding a parade just for him to walk around and spread goods from the family in his honor! One the day of the his birthday, he was bathed in the nicest soaps and warmest water, dressed in the finest silks and softest fabrics and ate the most delicious food he ever taste before they swept him right to the soft and veiled palanquin waiting for him.

Btw if you wanna know what he wore, I pictured the Fairy Gala outfit

Kalim was happy seeing everyone's cheerful faces as they move across the kingdom, everyone excited to see and celebrate with the well rumored beautiful child of the Asim family name, he tossed much gold coins and flowers to everyone as he waves and smiles bright and kind

As the parade drew to a close he leaned back into the soft cushions before he took notice they seem to be wandering farther away from the kingdom and more to the darker shade due to the nightfall land Before he could ask his father where they were going, the guards quickly grab onto Kalim and yank him out of the once comforting and protecting veiled hide away and into the sand

The parade was a ruse. The kindness he believed from the servants was a ruse. The lie that he was being held inside was a ruse. It was all a lie for everyone, Kalim, the kingdom...All lied to with the idea the world was unsafe for the son of such a wealthy family, but in reality he was hidden away for this very moment... With the moon at the right phase and at it's peak, as they drag the poor screaming and crying Kalim to the ruins and pin him down to the large alter. Ruby eyes widen when seeing the large seven statues of the most powerful demons in the universe... The Crimson Tyrant of Wrath The Scarred Rebel of Sloth The Enchanting Merchant of Greed The Viperous Tactician of Envy The Poisonous Oppressor of Pride The Fire Guardian of Tristitia And The Thorn Dragon of Melancholy

Kalim cried and pleaded to be let go, even more when his father explained it has to happen, that if they sacrifice once in a while the land would be blessed with great farming, water, riches, etc. and if they sacrifice such a golden soul they might be blessed with something greater.

Kalim cried and squirmed as he tried to escape from their tight grips as the kept going of the ritual. That's when he sees them... Seven figures appear from the shadows, from the Earth, from the skies, from the fires, from mere matter... Standing around him in a circle...

Kalim woke up in a soft bed he doesn't recognize in a room he doesn't recall even more, sitting up he sees hanging up are a set of clothes seemingly fit for him to wear, black and red with glamourous golds to tie it all together...

After a moment a ghostly servant of sorts come to him and tells him to get dressed and come follow him to the gardens where "they" are waiting for him

Nervous of what'll happen if he disagrees right now, he does as he is told and waited for the servant to leave the room to change to the new clothes and stepped out, he followed the ghost to the location of the large and hauntingly beautiful dark gardens of many plants

There seated in a table at the center of the garden are the seven demons.

Kalim carefully sat with them, scared to look at any of them but more scared to upset him so he answered when they talk to him, nodded at yes or no questions, but why are they treating him like this? To make it even more fun when he dies in their hands? He finally spoke, "What am I doing here? Are...Are you going to kil-" His words were forced to a stop when a servant place a plate before him, his favorite food from childhood... But how-

The eight men talked a bit more before they finally informed Kalim he'll stay with them from now on. "Why?" Kalim was unable to not blurt out. The men look at one another, a silent agreeance, before they speak, "We pick you to be our's."

Days passed since that first meeting about Kalim's new living arrangements, and it's been doing alright.

Kalim started to get used to these demons, even more when he realize one of them was Jamil! As it turned out he was banished after he got back from the test he was an alpha and they assumed Kalim would be one and didn't want them to fight, not knowing until after the banishment that Kalim was actually an Omega... After the banishment, Jamil was fortunately found by a man who turns out was the previous demon of Envy and taught him the ways of ruling and magic. He also grew to understand that he has met every one of the other demons - Riddle, Leona, Azul, Vil, Idia, and Malleus - some time before they saved him from his attempted sacrifice ritual

Overtime since he began his new living arrangement, Kalim began to see the sides of these seven he never thought to see before. They may be seen as scary and intimidating, but they really are so different than what Kalim heard from the stories... He grew to adore Riddle's awe of the wildlife in the garden and how he loves games and his roses. He grew to like Leona's strong will of equal rights for everyone. He grew to admire hearing Azul's little rambles of paper work and how he can do so much in so little time. He grew to love Jamil's strong will and sharp tongue. He grew to like Vil's knowledge of nature and what it can give you in potion making. He grew to admire Idia's little rants and chill talks with him about his hobbies and interests. He grew to love Malleus' quirks and clingy methods of love and cuddles.

It didn't take much from wandering around the new home of his and going around the lands with them that he feel deeper and deeper in love with all of them. And like him, it didn't take much for them to make it clear they want him in a much deeper romantic sense

It was a whole six months since they saved him when the signs of gentle warmth and romance begun to show their heads to Kalim.

Riddle started to invite him to have sweets with him or a garden stroll

Leona naps a lot but now he's offering Kalim to nap with him or read beside him while he cuddles him

Azul began to offer travel plans to Kalim and spoiled him plenty with new clothes and items

Jamil began to cook more foods Kalim loves and helped him in dancing if wanted or needed

Vil started to do relaxing spa like methods for Kalim, setting up luxurious baths and spa facials, he also begun to give the boy his books if he so ask

Idia was starting to talk more with Kalim and they watched the stars together

And Malleus has invited him on many moonlit strolls across the gardens

It was after a while of all this did the seven sat Kalim down and asked him properly if they can all be lovers, that if he's okay being their omega. At this point, Kalim was not once uncomfortable by any of them and none of them tried anything to him without asking first. He agreed rather happily and thus the new romance begun!

The eight began to live their lives comfortably as lovers, they had to get used yes but they worked

Over time with their help the lovers really begun to get used to each other thanks to the heats.

Now, for the first one, as they weren't lovers yet, they all made sure Kalim was locked in his room and fought tooth and nail of their temptations to mate with him. The sweet coconut and sand scent he was giving off while he stole the varies clothes and items of theirs's for his nest nearly drove them mad

So, luckily, by the time the next heat happened they were all together and ready for it

The first night was a long passionate one with them eagerly exploring each other and how much their sweet omega can take

Each time they took mental notes with anything that gave their Kalim pleasure

Kalim's poor skin is just covered in bites and marks

#twisted wonderland #tw a/b/o #cw sex mention #tw attempted murder #a/b/o verse #kalim al asim #twst overblot #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #kalim x riddle #ridkali #kalim x leona #azul x kalim #jamil x kalim #jamikali #kalijami #kalim x vil #kalim x idia #kalidia #malleus x kalim

[lutawolf]

Between Us Episode 2 Commentary and Review

We start this episode with Team entering his room. He seems to be having a slight mental breakdown. Oh! loving the flashbacks, give us the goods. What the fuck did Team google though? Protection? If you've already done it just go with it and enjoy? Is he freaking out over the gay sex or that he did a one-night stand. Both me thinks. Poor baby is dealing with a double whammy. As my daughter would say "Get Fucked." In this case, he literally did.

Look at Win being thrilled. He likes that he was marked. That smile. Ha! Who you are calling kid, kid. Meanwhile, Team is telling all his friends that he is sick. More likely, his ass isn't feeling well.

Nerd boy and Manow moment!

Here comes Win to ruin that moment, though. He wants to know where his boy is. Look at this lack of respect for their moment. He is too busy getting alarmed over Team being sick to even know that he is scaring poor Manow. Daddy mode activated.

You can run Team, but you can't hide! He really went to close the door on Win! How rude! I love it, though. 🤣🤣🤣 He was concerned, Team, can't you tell. Isn't it written all over his face. 👀👀👀 Love the bratty attitude that Team is throwing at Win, but he gonna pay for that. See, I told you. Look at that gentle correction. He is caging him. Team immediately shows submission by saying Hia! Win rewards him with food.

Team is not fully giving in though. He is still showing attitude, just softer now. We are seeing a lot of back and forth that I'm really enjoying. "Just eat the damn food." If you pay attention though, we are seeing a much softer Win compared to before. He is showing a much softer side to Team than before and in comparison, to what others get to see.

Ha! Team just now figuring out that Win shouldn't know where he lives. The answer is registration paperwork, and Dean helped! 🤣🤣🤣 Omg! I love these coconuts so much. They have such an enjoyable Brat Tamer and brat relationship.

Win saying that it's him taking responsibility. Such a good Dom Daddy. Oh, look at Win using the word, Destiny. Guys... Win already knows what he wants. Look at that smile at Team when he says, "What destiny? More like Karma that led me to you." I think he is good with that Team.

The A, B, and C gang are such coconuts. Yeah, it's because of you that he had gay sex. If you only knew, but I thank you for it.

Win got questions, and you can't hide from them, Team. Notice he is keeping to the Hia, though. So hot. Nobody believes you were just feeling lazy, Team. Look at Win being blunt. That's a mark of a true Dom. Love it. I really love the bluntness and communication. He is asking questions and making statements when needed to get clarification. He wants to make sure that Team enjoyed that night. Teams defense is to run, though.

He might be giving brat mode, but he is keeping it respectful. Even the arm grab isn't bad because he is still talking respectfully. He is being pushed up against a wall, though, and he doesn't like it. Win lays it out. Look how he is watching Team's face. Notice he is unbothered by Team pushing him out because now he knows it's just Team needing adjustment time. Why is he so unbothered? Because subs are allowed to set boundaries too, and Team needs his. Now that he knows it really isn't an issue about him, he's good.

That deep breath that Team takes in. He cares for Win. He is just inexperienced and clueless. Look at Win telling him to mind his business. Love this because you see the clear contrast between how Win treats others and how he treats Team.

Parents don't look happy with Waan. I'm not sure what is going on here yet. Bitch don't talk to your wife like that. Oh, T-Rex heard it all and we know who T-Rex is. T-Rex now knows Waan's identity too. We are getting a lot of side couples this episode. T-Rex got some feelings going on already.

Look at Win grabbing his moment. He knows what he wants, and he is going to get it. Red and Blue again. Love it. I adore how in Until We Meet Again, we were dealing with a couple that are already established soulmates. Those who had already created a destiny for themselves for each life here on out. With Win and Team, we are seeing the beginning of that. How that type of relationship starts, molds, and is created.

Back to them fighting over the car ride. "We are going to the same place! Be generous!" "An heir to a resort like you is worried about gas?" That should tell you something Team, but I get it, you don't have the experience to understand if he is playing or not.

I'm really glad they aren't recapping everything with Dean and Pharm but giving us new elements. The Trio! Spill your guts to Pharm. This friendship really reminds me of the coconuts mafia. Love Manow, love so much. This friend group is all sneaky.

Team hands over some desert to Dean that's from Pharm. Dean seems to be confused as to why Pharm didn't do it himself and look at this brat just ratting out his friend. Look at Win being jealous sadist. Love it. Talk back and get punished. You got what you deserved, Team. See the arm grab around Team's neck. How many of you have seen that out in public, and it made you so uncomfortable, but it didn't even register here? There is a huge difference between a Dom doing it with vs. an insecure abusive dick. There is a whole different body language to it. While Win has Team hooked, Team could actually easily get away if he wanted. He is whining for the fun of it. There is plenty of space, though.

I loved Dean's little smile. Now we are watching them eat breakfast together, and Team is observing Win's habits. The seasoning comment is important because remember he bought Team a meal with lots of spice. Team observed that who does this for a sick person. So, one might assume that Win bought what he likes. However, we learn here that Win when choosing his own food doesn't do spicy. Team is from the South, where they put a shit ton of spice. It's Team who is used to spice and likes it.

Look at Win trying to slip in that ownership and Team not having it. Again, Win is simply amused. Look at T-Rex outing Win. Win is just being a good guy. Nah, Win isn't going to out either of them till Team is ready. Though he would likely make it clear that they are together if it were up him. Do you see the difference in how he talks to Team vs. T-Rex, even though T-Rex is a friend. Then, look at him opening up Team's bottle. Now Win his opening up. Look at him calling his brothers stupid. I'm dying. I've been known to feel that way about my siblings for sure.

Opps, you stepped on a mind field with that one Win. He sees it, though, and doesn't push. I totally see Win being that bad boy type. Oh wait, because he still is. Love, love the communication that Win is giving. He knows Team isn't ready, but he is, so he is showing all his cards. You are going to deny seeing them when you see them during swimming. I'm so dead. And the Sadist strikes. "But the tattoo below the swim trunks, only you have seen it." That smile at making Team shy. Haha!

This friendship trio should be interesting, too. It's such a contrast to the sub trio. Ha, don't talk about his man. Win knows what he wants. Then bam, we are back in the swim locker room. Win pushed too hard, but Team is letting him know. Support? Is this how we support these days? I need some support. Oh no, I don't need a drink. Fucking product placement. Yes, a kiss. Sweet!!!

Everybody going to try and get their mack on. These fucking coconuts. Manow how many times you going to sigh. These two are such dorky cuties. Win is staring some daggers. That smile from Win when Team said he had to wait on a friend. Abso-fucking-love-it!

Look how easily he took Win's hand without thinking. Oh, a command. "Kiss me." Team with his one foot up. So, fucking cute! Once again Win gives Team the choice to follow him. Which Team easily does. Tell me that slam against the locker wasn't hot! Who else rewound? Just me 👀👀👀 Damn these two know how to bring the chemistry. Don't think that Win is annoyed. You would be mistaken. See how tender that kiss is. He isn't even pushing until Team gets it out. Now he can reassure him. Win values communication. Doesn't matter when. Because look at how more invested Team is now that he has had reassurances. More communication, love it!

Yup, that's definitely two Doms going at it. Even if Team is submissive in their relationship, that doesn't mean there won't ever be a leak through. It just depends on the relationship and what is allowed. If you watch, though, Team's hands are loose while Win's are in control.

This episode was so good! I can't wait for next week! Hope you guys enjoyed this!

#between us the series #between us #between us kink #luta talks kink #coconuts mafia

[justpottytime]

I love it when someone wets but only a little bit at a time... 2 ideas:

classic example is when A is trying not to pee themselves, but they keep losing a spurt here, and a dribble there... they stay determined though! and whoever's witnessing this (B) gets quite a show... I'm imagining a friend or partner is with them, and for some reason they can't access a toilet. so B watches as A tries so hard... crossing their legs, pressing the heel of their hand into their crotch, doubling over... and every once in a while, A will gasp or whine, and B notices the fabric under their hand darken/glisten/the wet patch expands a little. eventually A is standing there in pants that are clearly damp all over their crotch and thighs, and the time between each little gush of pee is getting shorter, but A is still trying to hold the rest in... even if B would basically say they've wet their pants already. even when A uncovers their crotch and looks down at themselves as they begin to pee, B can see/hear it coming out in pulses at first, like HSSS! HSS... HSSSss........ hsssssss.... hssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss... *sound of urine hitting the floor*

A and B are stuck on a bus that has no toilet... I'm imagining they were players at a sports event, and it's late at night as they're on their way back. this means they've been drinking lots of water, and while B is fine for now, A is clearly feeling full and uncomfortable. eventually, B picks up on the fact that A is getting upset, but trying not to show their panic... and when B asks about it, A tells them that they're reaching their limit, and they're probably gonna have an accident! the bus won't stop until they reach their destination, and they're about an hour away... B tries searching their bag for a solution, but they can't find any bottles. they do have a towel though. it's a large, thick towel too... all the better for absorbing liquids. they offer it to A, who looks miserable, but takes it anyway. they're sitting at the back of the bus, but they still don't want to draw attention, so A just folds the towel thickly, plops the end down under their butt, and pulls the rest up between their legs, without removing their pants. they're wearing black basketball shorts anyway... nobody will be able to tell in the dark. A lets out a shaky little sigh, then tries to tentatively wet a little. they let out a big gush, but stop it immediately... then they let out another, without even meaning to. as they continue carefully wetting themselves, they really try not to let out too much at once... they really don't want to flood the towel and end up peeing noisily on the floor. eventually though, they need B's help swapping out their soggy towel for another one... the first one became saturated, to the point where pee is puddling on the seat around the towel a little bit. so B gets the new towel all folded, then watches as A lifts up, involuntarily dribbling pee the whole time, and quickly swaps out the heavy soggy one for the new one. A wastes no time peeing that one too, but by the time they've saturated it, they're nearly empty. there is a scary little moment where they lose control and pee the rest of their bladder into the warm drenched towel, which can't absorb any more, and it does dribble onto the floor... but the bus is too noisy for anyone to notice. once A is done, they pack up the towels, knowing they can wash everything later, and hope nobody notices a smell.

Ooooooooh this is cute! Slow wettings are always fun to watch, but they're also super uncomfortable for the wetter because there's no proper relief! But at least it's subtle and easier to get away with... For a while anyway!

Ooh, the second idea is adorable too! Thank goodness for close friends with absorbent towels! I'm sure no-one will notice the slight smell, and the bus will be thoroughly cleaned once everyone gets off anyway!

Thanks for the ask!

[mlmxreader]

Nsfw alphabet with faramir eomer and Kuai Liang please?

all gn!reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A=Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Faramir is gentle and sweet, constantly checking in and doubling checking to see if you want or need anything; expect a lot of soft words and even softer touches. Eomer is trusting, he asks if there's anything you need or want and hopes that you'll be honest with him - he trusts that you'll tell him if there is anything. Kuai Liang is gentle, always touching you so softly as if he's worried that you're fragile, and always ensures that you have something to eat and drink, especially if he's been a little rough.

B=Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partners)

Faramir loves your ass, the sound it makes when he smacks it gently and the way it seems to welcome his cock so eagerly every time. Eomer adores your thighs, the way they look once he's finished biting and marking them and how they tremble when he makes you cum. Kuai Liang is an ass man, but his favourite body part will always be your back, how it glistens with sweat and how it looks with his cum splattered on it.

C=Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Faramir prefers to cum in your ass, but he'll never say no if you ask him to cum on your face or in your mouth, either; he loves how greedy you are, sucking his cock to make sure you have every droplet. Eomer likes to cum in your mouth most of all, watching his cum and your spit mix together as you greedily try to swallow it but unable to stop the small dribble that trails from your bottom lip. Kuai Liang is traditional, he loves to cum in your ass and he won't really do it anywhere else; of course, if you ask him, he's more than happy to also cum on your back as well.

D=Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Faramir's dirty secret is that he loves watching you scrape his cum off of your face and lick your fingers clean; he can't get enough of it. Eomer won't ever admit it, but he loves it when you tease him by flirting with other men in front of him; he knows it's a game, but he can't ever stop himself from playing along. Kuai Liang tries not to admit it or show it, but he adores it when you masturbate; hearing your breathy moans of his name and how your hand works so hard to give you what you want.

E= Experience (How experienced are they?)

Faramir is more experienced than what people assume, although he's not the most experienced in the world; he knows his fair share and he knows his way around. Eomer is very experienced, he's tasted a little bit of everything and certainly knows how to please you; he might need some explanation of kinks here and there but it's not much. Kuai Liang isn't well experienced, but he is knowledgeable enough; you might have to talk him through certain things, but he's a very quick learner.

F= Favorite Position

Faramir loves to have you riding him, with your hands on his shoulders and your lips on his. His hands on your sides as he gazes up at you. Eomer's favourite position is doggy, having you on your hands and knees as he palms and grabs at your ass and the back of your throat. Your hands gripping the sheets tightly. Kuai Liang likes to have you on your stomach, resting his weight on top of you as he holds your hands and kisses your neck and the side of your face.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Faramir is quite serious, but he will also make a few teasing jokes to make you laugh breathlessly; he likes to see you smile and to hear you laugh as he's fucking you. Eomer can go either way; sometimes, he's making you laugh and he's giggling along, other times, he's all seriousness and he's entirely focused on making you cum. Kuai Liang is serious, but he has been known to tell a few dad jokes here and there, as well; he's mostly focused on your pleasure, though.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Faramir isn't well groomed at all; the hair is coarse and thick and long, a soft light brown colour just like what he has on his head. He doesn't see the point in doing anything except cleaning it. Eomer is well groomed, he keeps it neat and tidy, although the dark hairs are still long and thick and coarse; he likes to look presentable, even down there. Kuai Liang isn't well groomed. He doesn't understand why anyone would ever shave down there, especially given that the hair has a purpose, so he just leaves it.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Faramir is very intimate, expect a lot of verbal affirmations especially, but also a lot of gentle touches up and down your back; he loves to treat you like royalty. Eomer is quite intimate, as he likes to treat you as best as he can; he's more physical, though, so expect a lot of touches and kisses as well as biting. Kuai Liang is always, always, intimate with you; he likes to be as close as possible, both physically and emotionally. Expect a lot of touching and kissing and verbal affirmations.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Faramir masturbates quite often, especially if you're not around; he moans your name every time, always picturing you riding him and cumming for him. Eomer doesn't masturbate often but he doesn't do it rarely, either; it usually happens when you aren't around and he's got the itch, working his hand on his cock and grunting your name. Kuai Liang never masturbates unless he's with you. He has a lot of patience and self control, so he only does it when you're doing it with him.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Faramir - spanking, praise, breeding Eomer - praise, biting, possession Kuai Liang - Daddy, mutual masturbation, praise

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Faramir - his bedroom, but also outside in the woods Eomer - he prefers to have you alone in his tent Kuai Liang - the bedroom

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Faramir's biggest turn on is when you're on his lap making out with him, his hand sneaking between your thighs so he can feel you becoming needy for him. Eomer is easy, a slight touch of the hand here or a whispered word there, flirt with someone else in front of him and he'll be ready to go. Kuai Liang gets in the mood when he feels you press your ass to his crotch and when you start murmuring about how needy you are; if you walk around in his clothes as well, that's a guarantee.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Faramir - degradation and humiliation Eomer - spitting and name calling Kuai Liang - anything that involves calling you names or being mean to you

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Faramir prefers to give, he loves to pin you beneath him on the bed and make you breathless and buck your hips against his mouth. He's very talented in that department. Eomer prefers to receive, but only so he can see his cum mix with your spit and dribble down to your chin as you struggle to swallow it all. He is quite well skilled at giving, though. Kuai Liang has no preference, but he is skilled at giving; he's not the best, but he has a few ways that he can make you squirm and moan for his mouth.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Faramir likes to keep things slow and sensual, telling you how much he loves you and making sure that you hear it properly; he's been known to be fast and rough at times, though. Eomer will do whichever you prefer; he doesn't mind either way, as long as you're happy and you're comfortable with the pace he's going, he's happy to do whatever. Kuai Liang prefers to keep it slow and steady, he enjoys romantic sex much more than anything else and loves to focus entirely on you and your pleasure above his own.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Faramir is always down for a quickie, no matter how often. Eomer is down if you ask him if he fancies a quickie. Kuai Liang doesn't love quickies, so it's a rare occasion but if you ask he'll be happy to go along.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Faramir is game to experiment, and he's happy to take risks within a certain boundary or two. Eomer is willing to experiment with you, but he's not super keen on taking risks. Kuai Liang doesn't experiment and doesn't take risks at all.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Faramir - 2 or 3 rounds. 1 hour each. Eomer - 3 rounds. 1.5 hours each. Kuai Liang - 3 rounds. 2 hours each.

T=Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Faramir likes to get you some toys, a few anal beads and a few dildos, and he loves to use them on you as much as he can; he doesn't fancy using them himself, but on you? always. Eomer has very few toys, but it's only a couple and he always likes to use them on you; he makes sure that you know where they are. Kuai Liang doesn't own toys, but if you want him to get some or you want to use yours, he's more than happy for you to do so; he doesn't like using them on himself, and he won't ever, though.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Faramir can be the worst tease in the world, getting you so riled up and needy that you're squirming and trying to all but hump his thigh. Eomer isn't the biggest tease, but he's been known to do it here and there until you're begging for him to touch you and fuck you. Kuai Liang doesn't tease very often, it's very rare and he only does it on certain occasions; he doesn't like to tease, not really, but sometimes it can be fun.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Faramir is very loud, expect a lot of grunts and growls, breathy moans and hushed voices; his voice could echo through stone walls when he's fucking you. Eomer isn't very loud but he's not quiet either. Expect a lot of groaning and panting, hushed noises that would be louder if he ever allowed it. Kuai Liang is quiet, moaning under his breath and often whispering in your ear; he doesn't want to distract from your noises at all.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Faramir likes to wake you up with oral; he loves to get you all breathless and moaning for him first thing, tugging at his hair as you try not to fuck his mouth. Eomer loves to fuck you when he's got his armour on; something about your hot skin against the cool leather and metal just makes him wild. Kuai Liang likes to let you be his cockwarmer, sitting on his lap and trying not to move your hips or to grind down against him despite being so full.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Faramir is thick and long, about 7 inches in total when he'd hard as well as 4.5 inches thick with a slight curve to the left; he's cut, and he's more of a grower than a shower. Eomer is thicker but not as long, around 4 inches when he's hard with a girth of about 5 inches, no curve at all and cut, definitely a shower. Kuai Liang is long and girthy, about 8 inches in length and 4 in thickness with a slight curve upwards; he's cut but also neither a grower or a shower.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Faramir has a higher sex drive and is often always down for a good fuck or a quickie if you ask him. He's always happy to oblige whenever he can. Eomer has an average sex drive, when he's in the mood of course he'll be down, but that's not all the time; some days he really doesn't fancy sex. Kuai Liang has a pretty low sex drive to begin with but the longer he spends with you the higher it gets; once he's fully comfortable and you've been together a while, his sex drive is quite high.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Faramir always waits for you to fall asleep first; he likes to make sure that you're happy and content before he even thinks of falling asleep. Eomer falls asleep sooner than you do, and quite often accidentally wakes you up with his snoring; if you wake him he'll apologise and he'll pull you close again. Kuai Liang falls asleep around the same time that you do, holding you close to his body and feeling you drift off as he does the same.

#lotr #lord of the rings #lotr headcanons #lord of the rings headcanons #mk headcanons #mortal kombat headcanons #mk #mortal kombat #faramir #eomer #kuai liang

[tinyarmedtrex]

Roommates/blind date

Jesper glanced behind him, making eye contact with his roommate, Wylan. The man gave a shrug that said he didn't have any information. Jesper gave him what he hoped was an encouraging smile before turning back to the bar. He was only there for emotional support, though that wasn’t exactly how Wylan had put it. 

“Come with and make sure I don’t get kidnapped.” Wylan had asked him earlier that day as he got ready for his blind date. He had been showing Jesper all his outfit options, all of which Jesper thought were far too good for someone who didn’t even know Wylan. They probably wouldn’t even appreciate how the pink matched his blush or how the purple brought out his eyes. 

“Fine but you’re paying for my drinks.” Jesper had said. Though he would have gone without that. He wanted to see what the man looked like. Nina had promised Wylan that the date was Wylan's type but wouldn’t give him any more details than that. So far, Jesper wasn’t impressed. The man was already ten minutes late. Rude. Jesper would never be late for a date with Wylan. Wylan deserved better.

Jesper glanced back at Wylan again. The other man was glaring at something on his phone, probably a hard level on one of his games. It was adorable. The tip of his tongue was sticking out and his eyebrows were pushed together. Jesper wanted to walk over and run his thumb over Wylan’s brow to smooth it out. 

At that moment the bartender brought over his drink. Jesper took a long draw, reminding himself that he didn't have that right. They were roommates. Nothing more. He couldn’t afford to forget that, especially when Wylan was waiting to meet the potential love of his life. The thought soured Jesper’s stomach. 

He waited another few minutes before looking back again. When he did he saw that Wylan's date had finally appeared. Jesper’s jaw dropped. He could have been Jesper’s less attractive, less fashionable twin. They were the same build, tall and lanky, and had the same dark skin. The date had longer hair and higher cheekbones but, fuck, in this dim bar lighting they could easier pass for each other. 

Jesper looked to see what Wylan thought of this imposter. He was giggling at something his date said, his eyes bright as a gentle flush covered his cheeks. 

Seeing that, Jesper drained his drink. Whatever he’d expected it wasn’t that. Jealousy rolled through him. He watched for another few minutes, hating every time that Wylan smiled or laughed.

“My drinks are on him.” Jesper said, slapping down money for a tip. He wasn’t going to stay and watch Wylan flirt with a B-rated version of him. He went back to their apartment and fired up the xbox, deciding to shoot zombies until he felt better.

Two hours passed (not that he was counting) then he heard Wylan’s keys in the door. He paused his game, watching as Wylan entered the apartment. He didn’t looked disheveled, his shirt was still tucked in and his hair was still in perfect curls. It made Jesper feel marginally better.

“How did it go?” Jesper drawled, trying to pretend that he didn’t care. 

“Fine. He was nice.” 

Jesper stood, following Wylan to the kitchen. “Are you going to go on a second date?” He wanted all the details. He wanted to know what Wylan thought, what his date had said to make him laugh.

Wylan finished pouring himself a glass of water then turned to him. “Why do you care?” 

Anger rolled through Jesper. “Well I deserve to know if I’m going to see my stunt double walking around the apartment one morning.”

“Stunt double?”

Jesper nodded. “I’m clearly more attractive but he could pass for me, in a pinch.”

That earned a level one flush, just Wylan’s cheeks and the tip of his nose turned pink. “I didn’t notice.” He mumbled.

Jesper moved closer. “Really? Wylan, he could be my brother.” 

Wylan’s eyes fell as he played with the rim of his water cup. “I guess.” 

“Was it a good date?” At this point Jesper was just being cruel to himself, poking the jealous bear within him. “I saw that he made you blush.”

Wylan’s eyes shot up. "It's really none of your business what he said." He started to move past Jesper but bumped into him on accident. Jesper reached out, easily catching Wylan in his arms. 

The two shared a long look before Jesper dropped his arms. "You're right. It's not. I'm glad you had a good time."

Something passed over Wylan's face, an expression that Jesper couldn't read. He softened, his anger disappearing. "Thanks. I- I think I'll go to bed now."

Jesper nodding, watching as Wylan walked to his room, mad at himself for being unable to say what he actually felt.

'Pick me!' His heart shouted uselessly. 'If that's your type, pick me!'

#wesper #bit of angst for your friday #tinyarmedtwrites

[phoneguyfanclub]

After Bite - Phone Guy and Jeremy

Summary: The more I analyze him, the more I realize that behind that cheery facade is a terribly depressed, self-hating man. (Jeremy's thoughts after the Bite of 87.)

…

As I lie in my hospital bed, I gaze up at the ceiling, transfixed by the shapes in the ceiling. It is quiet.

Then, someone walks over.

"J-Jeremy…?"

His voice is weak, and my heart feels a tinge of pity for him.

"Excuse me, but who are you exactly?"

"I-it's me… Remember? I c-called you every night at Freddy's…"

I nod, recalling the voice. It sounded less static-y in real life. Yet full of that nerdy adorableness nonetheless.

"Ah yes. The Phone Guy."

He gripped my hand tight, as though he'd been worried about me. Why would he be worried about me? I barely remembered my last shift, and looking at the clock I realized my next one was about to start.

"Uh, dude? I think I should be getting back to-"

If there was a word for how quickly he cut me off with just stutters and word fragments, I'd use it. He seemed to be trying to tell me some horrible news but was unable to speak it. I put a hand over his hand, wanting to reassure him.

"Come on, dude. I'm the one who should be worrying. You're the one who always smiles and tells people things'll be alright." I gave a playful smirk, hoping we were close enough now for him to get the irony.

"Jeremy, I…"

He cut himself off again, his eyes glazed over with worry and guilt. What would he feel guilty about?

A hair strand was bothering my forehead, so I moved my hand to brush it away. Then I felt it. The long scar that had to be stitched up.

"Oh." I said. Not entirely sure what else to say, I stared back at him.

He squeezed my hand.

"I-I'm sorry, Jeremy! I was scared, and they were threatening my livelihood. T-they said i-if I talked, I'd be b-blacklisted from ever working again!"

"Dude…" I offered him a hug. And the Most Affectionate Man at Freddy's hugged me, but it felt so unlike him. So hollow. "You don't deserve that. You did nothing wrong…"

Shaking his head, he mumbled under his breath.

"Y-you don't k-know me, Jeremy. I'm a company spokesman… W-we're paid to lie…"

I pulled him back from me and made him look me in the eyes.

"Tell me what happened, Phone Guy. I need to know."

He nodded.

And he told me about what had happened that night. How the company wanted me to work a double shift in the morning, and the weird requirements they had for me. Wanting me to wear my uniform and stand close to the animatronics. Back then I hadn't questioned it, but if I'd been able to focus on the call more I might have noticed that something was off. During a previous night, Phone Guy had told me to stay away from the animatronics. So why would he contradict himself now?

"T-they handed me a slip of paper. I-I read off what they wanted you to do… Uh, yeah."

"Mm. I remember now. And that fox thing chomped down on me!" I laughed, despite it all. "Yeah, but it was kinda my bad too… I should have noticed your cry for help. You even told me that you'd be taking the night shift after me. Duh!"

He looked away, trying to smile a little for my benefit.

I put a hand on his shoulder.

"Come on, dude. Don't do this… The animatronics are- You know what they're like."

For the first time, I notice how defeated he looks, all pretense gone.

"Please. Don't do it, man." I keep going, hoping I can convince him. There must be a way. "If you go back there, they'll kill you!! Come on…"

He nodded.

"I know."

I squeezed his shoulder, and he instinctively turtled with the tiniest smile on his face.

"Aw. See, it's okay… I forgive you." I released my hand from his shoulder, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. "You-you don't have to do this."

He relaxed and looked at me for a moment. Almost like he was pondering something. I wished I could read his mind.

"Jeremy…?" He said at last. I nodded. "…I'm glad you're alright." He looked at the clock. "Ah. I-I have to be going soon."

"Good luck."

As I watched him leave, I felt an immeasurable sorrow. Like I hadn't done enough. What could I have done? Talking to him kindly was the only thing I felt could have worked.

He wasn't really going to take the nightshift, was he? I got up, ready to talk some sense into him.

I bumped into a nurse, who ushered me back into my room. My stitches still needed more time to heal.

"Please," I begged. "Let me talk to that man!"

"Sorry sir, visiting hours are over." She brought me back to my room.

"C-can you at least tell me his name? He was my coworker, for crying out loud."

She led me over to the guest book so we could see who signed in to see Jeremy Fitzgerald. But when we looked, the name had been blacked out. Try as we might, it was impossible to tell what had once been written there.

I felt a chill run through me as I realized he might not have been the one to do it.

#fnaf #phone guy #jeremy fitzgerald #my writing #fanfiction #five nights at freddy's #friendship #phonemy #jerephone

[ramcharantitties]

radha pt 2

read first part here

"RAM" you heard your daughter scream from the verandah with a huge laughter following up. Your three year old never called him baba, even though she never stopped calling you maa. "Maa, I'm hurt" "Maa, Ram called for you" "Maa, baarish dekho" "Maa, I want melon" "Maa, is Ram hurt?" "Maa, Ram said we will go out"

Radha knew you were her maa and Ram was her baba, but dare she called him that. Ram was annoyed at first when she started speaking, and it was the most adorable thing you could notice. He would hold up the child and recite B-A-B-A just so she could catch it. You remembered when Radha's baby hands would tug Ram's moustaches or pull Bheem's hair.

It was a difficult time for both of you when Ram was captured, you believed that Ram would never see the face of his dearest daughter again. But alas, was your husband so easy to kill?

Life was even better after coming to Ram's village.

"Ram, de na!" Radha asked for the lassi you made for Ram, his moustaches white from curd. You laughed at Radha's exclamation, clutching your sides. Ram hanged his head down, smiling. "Tum hi sikha rahi ho yeh sab usse" Ram said, grabbing Radha's chubby hands and pulling her close. "I am not teaching her anything!" you smacked Ram's arm lightly. In response, Radha smacked Ram's arm too, shocking you. "Dekha!" Ram exclaimed this time, and you pulled Radha in your lap.

"Say sorry baba" you asked radha, whose eyes were still on the earthen glass of lassi. "Sorry baba" Radha said and Ram spit his lassi out.

You stared at Radha, and caught Ram's expression in time too. "Say it again!" you held Radha close, Ram's attention only on Radha's voice and words. "Ba-" before Radha could say, a roaring call of Bheem took away the golden moment.

"Anna, come let's go for a swim" he said, taking the lassi from Ram with a huge beam. You knew that Bheem is going to drown if Ram went with him- it was clearly evident in Ram's eyes. "Bheem! I want to go to Seeta ma's house" Radha said and held onto bheem's hand. Good thing Radha took bheem away or Ram would have made sure that Bheem never made it out after the swim. From the distance you could make out Radha taking the glass of lassi from bheem. You turned to your sulking husband, ripped off his right, funnily though.

You kept a condoling hand on his shoulders, trying to comfort him. "It's okay" you were barely holding your laughter. He turned to you. "It's funny right?" he asked and you couldn't even try to hold yourself back. You doubled over his arm, nodding in yes. Ram's fingers immediately found your stomach, making you laugh even more with his tickle attack.

"Bas! RAMA BAS!" You screamed through tears from all the aching in your stomach. He sat up back in his place again and so did you, leaning on his side tired. "Besides" you muttered close to his ear. "I call you baba anyways, in english though" Ram turned to you confused, as you smiled mischievously. When Ram's lightbulb lit up, he gaped, and left you shaking his head with a smile.

sita's note- merko bhi baccha chahiye

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#ram charan #ghungru #rrr #rrr movie #fanfic #rambheem #desi tag #ram x reader #ram x wife!reader

[butmakeitgayblog]

The straps on that little black dress can be so easily pulled down for Clarke too 😩 And the hemline so easily hiked up. What a wonderful night for Lexa and Clarke in CI. Can't wait to see what you come up with 😍

Somebody mentioned that I forgot to mention, reminder that this is unmitigated filth 😬 In all fairness tho, I did say it was turning out way dirtier than I'd anticipated. Ok. As you were. Enjoy😌

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Her laughter is such a precious thing.

As fleeting and rare as it is.

Because more often than not she's a woman of silence, of such stern disinterested contempt that when the bells of her joy ring out... It's ecstasy.

For you it is, anyway.

Because you're the only one who gets to see it. At least in its genuine form. Not the prefectly practiced lilts or the calculated twists of her lips.

No.

You get the belly laughs.

The throaty ones.

The ones when her eyes pinch shut and her head tips back. You're honored to linger in the space of that adorable crease that hides just above the curve of her full upper lip.

And she's given them all to you so freely tonight, each shape and shade of her amusement. As though her very blood has been replaced with something more bubbly. More light.

Maybe it's just that she's more in love with you this particular evening.

You can't tell.

She's the kind of woman that can make the most nihilistic person prone to wishful thinking.

She snatches up your hand and drags you from the elevator of your hotel, leaves you trailing behind her like an adoring puppy. The wine-loosened swing of her limbs deserves to be immortalized as she unlocks the double doors to your suite through their slight sway.

You feel more than hear her giggle as you press against her and crowd her into the room. Bump your hips against her backside and tumble in with her, and wish you could bottle moments like this to save for a rainy day. Freeze them to replay them at your every leisure.

The entirety of the moment.

Her elbow to your ribs included.

You feign an exaggerated grunt and double over, but the little shit just grins over her shoulder and disappears into the bedroom with short quickened steps.

You slingshot around the couch and burst open the door and barrel into the room and--

And feel arms wrap around your waist and unceremoniously fling your ass right onto the bed.

You land with an 'oof' in the downy plumage of comforter and pillows, somehow bouncing twice on the mattress you've spent the last three nights complaining was too hard.

When the smoke and feathers settle, your assassin stands over you in triumph.

"Was that necessary?"

Lexa merely tosses her clutch onto the bed beside your laid-wasted form and reaches up to start undoing the few pins in her hair.

You huff and raise up on your elbows.

"Surprise attack. The betrayal of it all."

"Don't be sour, darling," she breathes through a grin as she moves to toss the pins back onto the beauty table. "You're prettier on your back anyway."

You watch her pull her ponytail loose and run fingers through the newly freed twists of hair across her shoulders, and you don't think it's fair for one person to look that good. Her sigh is gentle as she walks to the stretch of windows that make up an entire wall of your room. It sounds content. Peaceful. Relaxed, there with you.

Your eyes drink her in with the moon as her backdrop, silhouetted in the glow and shimmer of the city that sprawls out below her feet. She rests her hands on the railing and looks to the night sky, and all you see is your assassin turned queen safely guarded in the highest turret of her tower.

A sovereign at peace reigning over you, surveying the vastness of her hard fought kingdom.

She always seems so powerful.

So goddamn regal it makes you ache.

You can't even begin to fathom a time when you didn't love your smartass little conqueror.

Unfortunately her tranquility always raises your bloodlust.

And she knows peace has never really been your forte.

You push up and off the bed in one fluid motion, gaze dropping to the swell of her ass that pops magnificently in those heels. The ones you'd innocently asked her to wear and she'd thoughtlessly obliged.

Her eyes watch you stalk closer in the reflection of the glass. Only a lazy blink passes between you when your hands caress her hips.

"Good anniversary, baby?"

She leans back barely an inch, just enough to settle against your chest. You love feeling the weight of her like this, as though she knows she can't fall when you're near. As though she knows you will always handle her burdens as your own.

She reaches up to stroke fingers along your neck and sift through the fine curls of your hair, turns her head just enough to catch your lips in the gentlest kiss.

"I couldn't imagine anything more perfect, my darling," she whispers in a dreamy daze.

And you smile with how fucked up you are because her voice is sweeter than sugar and cream and yet that sounded intriguingly like a challenge to your ears.

You run your hands over her belly with a questioning hum and lap at the seal of her mouth. But the hitch that rolls through her chest when your fingers trail along her waist makes you greedy. Has you slowing just to relish the warmth of her breath as she pulls back enough to look at you with sharpened eager eyes.

The smell of french lavender and honey clings to her skin as you paint kisses along her neck. You trace the tips of your fingers up her arm and fall in love with the trail of goosebumps that erupt in their wake.

Her reflection watches your every movement as you slip aside the straps of her dress with barely a touch and let them drape. You take your time, mouthing your devotion and ill intent to each little cluster of freckles that dot the creamy expanse of her shoulder.

"Such a pretty dress," you murmur as your hands drop to caress her hips and smooth over the bare thigh that just peeks out.

You find the top of the slit that's held your attention captive for hours and burn at the gasp of realization that flares across her face right before you grab each side and rip.

"So pretty."

"Clarke—"

You stop her when she tries to move, shush her with little more than lingering peck to her lips as you slide your palm up the swathe of newly freed skin.

Her eyes are flat and hooded with hunger as her hips give a restless twitch. But she's good for you. Knows she better be when you're in this mood. She silently yields as you nudge between the inner swell of her thighs and spreads her legs. Your touch inches higher up the slope of her hip and oh—

"Oh my," you breathe when the realization crashes down and lean back just far enough to pull the fabric side. "Now, now... Aren't we a sneaky little slut tonight?"

Your smile is wicked when her head snaps around to glare at you because you're good and goddamn aware that word isn't yours to use.

Know it's only meant for her. Only gets her off when it's spilling from her lips in broken moans while you messily beg her to fuck you senseless.

But as you glance to the supple cleft of her ass beneath the torn fabric of her dress, you can't help but feel it's rather fitting just this once.

So.

She'll just have to get over it.

A swift clap of your hand against the naked cheek is enough to pull her back into the moment anyway.

Her hiss sounds divine and the buck of her hips makes you feel reckless. Makes you feel powerful, and bold, and you're so fucking in love with her for always giving those gifts to you.

"I wanna see you," you whisper in the scant space that lets your lips just brush against hers.

Her impatience huff is always thrilling.

"Goddamn, Clarke," is all she manages to whine before you shush her again.

It's still not her turn to talk.

"Aw, baby," you coo and tsk and crowd in close.

Smooth your hand up her spine to wrap your fingers around the slope of her neck.

Brush your lips against her ear and feel her shiver.

"That wasn't a suggestion." You kiss her slack lips and breathe your words sickly-sweet. "Now... Bend that pretty ass over."

You can't but smile at the sound of her choked back moan, so pleased with how this warlord still bends to your will.

Because she's good and so beautiful as she dips and bows her back, hips raising prefectly into your waiting palms. She sighs as you push her dress up and bunch it out of your way. Lets her head hang as cool air washes over the flushed pink that's already wet. She rocks twice against nothing, searching for some kind of relief for her ache.

And being the tender hearted lover that you are, you take pity on her.

"Touch yourself. Let me see."

A whine so soft you almost miss it rumbles low in her chest.

You'll take it as a thank you for being so kind.

Because she adjusts and moans as she slips a hand between her thighs. Sways her ass the way she knows you love as you lean back just enough to see her, hands still caress the swell of her hips as her fingers begin to play.

This little game had started back when you were still learning each other. Still growing up and together and more in love. When the sounds of her tormenting you through your shared bedroom wall still haunted your every daydream. You'd just wanted to see how long she could go, how in the godliest of hells she had managed to edge herself for hours on end, and the little shit had made it her mission to put on a show.

But like all things with this girl you became an addict. A junkie whose drug of choice was watching her make herself come.

It was a bed of her own making, and you adore letting her writhe in it.

Your eyes watch her fingers swipe through the dripping slick in massaging passes, gliding over swollen lips and spreading herself open. She dips down and circle the edge of her clit. She knows better than to dawdle under the burn of your gaze, earning a groan and a squeeze of your hands when she bucks against her own touch.

You lick the desert that is your lips when she toys at her entrance, murmur tiny sweet words as she teases herself with a few glancing presses before pushing inside. An answering ache lances through you at the sight of a delicate finger fucking in languid thrusts. Because you know what those fingers feel like inside of you, know how she feels wrapped around you, and sometimes this game is all too much.

She's practically shaking in your grip, sounds turning needy and strangled in her throat and you decide that's quite enough.

Her gasp sounds relieved when you whisper, "C'mere, baby." When you wrap an arm under waist and guide her to stand up. She turns at the sudden flex of your wrists and scrambles to regain her grip on the railing to stay on her feet.

And she's good, so fucking good for you, as always, because the slick sheen of her fingers are already waiting. She watches with dark eyes as you lick an obscene stripe up her fingers before leaning forward and taking them completely into your mouth.

Her lips cling to you in their fullness when you move to kiss her, urgent and enveloping, like they can't quite make themselves pull away as she sucks the taste of herself from your tongue.

You know she loves the taste of you. But she loves the taste of herself on you even more.

So you let her lick her own arousal clean. Feel lightheaded as she wraps a leg around your hips. Your hands move with a mind of their own as you twitch the top of her dress down to pool at her waist. Her skin is velvet beneath your touch, beneath your lips, as you kiss down her neck and across her chest.

Her head hits the window with a dull thud when you cup her breasts, eyes hooded and pupils blown as she watches your lips wrap around her nipple. Her hand cradles your head as she hisses and writhes at the flick of your tongue against the staining pebbled flesh.

You kiss again because you have to. Because she looks too pretty not to when she's this desperate. And she feels so good you don't have the heart to throw a fit when she takes your hand and guides it to where she needs you.

She's literally dripping when you slip into her, strings of arousal smearing across your fingertips as you stroke through swollen folds. Her clit twitches as you run gentle circles over it, already straining out of its hood, and you moan at how hot and hard it feels beneath your touch.

You hold her eyes as you slide into her. Let your mouth fall open in a sympathetic gasp because the warmth of being inside her feels amazing for you too.

Her nails bite your back and heel digs into your ass as you press her harder against the window, clinging and so needy as your thigh adds power to each of your thrusts.

It's only when she loses herself to the moment, when she gives total control over and lets her head fall to your shoulder, that you allow yourself a devilish smile.

Because now you can look out at the world sprawling below her.

At her very kingdom laid out at your feet.

You twist your fingers.

Chuckle as you earn another moan.

And keep fucking your queen for all the world to see.

#anon #cruel intentions au #cruel intentions snippet #clexa #surprise? #don't get mad I stopped it there it felt natural 😔 #but also yell at me in asks 😏

[elessildur]

I’M LOSING MY MIND OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, you lot, listen:

All these years, one of the things that I thought Cobra Kai needed to work on was developing Carmen’s individual personality, as they are doing with Amanda.

In most of her scenes, we know almost nothing about who Carmen is as a person, her thoughts, her likes and dislikes. We know details about her, like she was married, she is Ecuadorian, she’s an X-ray technician but what about her feelings and thoughts about things other than her son or Johnny? How does she feel about the karate war, about living in Reseda, about her son’s breakup with Tory, even about Robby? It’s never been addressed on-screen.

She’s not had any solo interactions with any other characters other than Johnny, Miguel and Yaya. We’ve only seen her with the Larussos with Johnny being present, though the show’s hinted before that she’s interacted with them and Miguel’s friends on her own.

I get that b/c Vanessa Rubio didn’t have main cast status until season 4, she didn’t have as much screen time, but I thought it was such a shame and I really hoped they would do more with her when they announced that she was getting promoted to main cast. Because I want to get to know Carmen as more than just Miguel’s mum.

I am so happy with the salsa double date coz I think that was my first insight into her as an individual- she’s a woman who likes dancing, who’ll take charge and lead her partner with confidence in that context. In that dancing scene, we see a bit of how Carmen might have been when she was young and all the troubles of the world and responsibilities of adulthood were not on her. She seemed carefree, dancing the night away with a guy she liked. It was something about her outside of her mother role. In that scene, I was watching her, not Johnny. It was beautiful.

So let me tell you, last season I ABSOLUTELY ADORED when she was like ‘Tom Cruise is so handsome’, because that is the first time I recall getting her opinion on something that isn’t related to Miguel or Johnny. Sure the wider conversation was about Miguel, but it was nice to know that she loved Top Gun and was attracted to Tom Cruise. That huge smile she has when she says it makes it even better.

So I really lost my shit when I saw this picture and I hope this scene doesn’t get deleted, because it’s so cute that Johnny is doing something that’s just for her. He ranted about his man crush on Iceman at the time, but I’d like to know that he was listening, paying attention to who or what she finds attractive, even feeling a little jealous. That conversation wasn’t just about his jealousy of/subconscious love for Daniel (who he obvs sees as Maverick), but that Carmen’s reaction was important to him.

And it would be super cute if even she thinks he wasn’t really paying attention to her comment at the time, but then he shows up randomly with this outfit and she’s stunned at how hot he looks and that he remembered what she’d said.

I feel Johnny already does these things off-screen, but I’d like a moment on-screen that is just about him and her. Something to show that he is in love with her as Carmen, as the person SHE IS, not just as the mother of his found son/favourite student.

We already got robbed from getting a hilarious Johnny/Carmen sneaking-around-getting-almost-caught montage in season 4, I hope this scene makes the final cut.

#cobra kai season 5 spoilers #johnny x carmen #jarmen #carnny #top gun cosplay #by Johnny Lawrence #for sexy times with his girlfriend #is all I didn’t know I needed #it’ll be like that Ross and Rachel Navy Officer outfit scene #carmen diaz #johnny lawrence

[fkevin073]

omg can i just say i’m obsessed with i kept you like an oath i’m rereading at the moment and oh my god i forgot just how fucking heartbreaking rhaenyras death is like holy but also the way you wrote daemon is so accurate?? like so many like to write him as this doting affectionate stepfather which don’t get me wrong i do love soft daemon but to me it’s just not as realistic considering how harsh and violent he is presented as in the show but anyway i just wonder what you think his reaction would be to alysannes revenge? like do you think he would find her dramatic? would he encourage her? would his presence bring more destruction? just a thought i’ve had since rereading

ouu omg thank you!! this is so kind, and I'm so glad you're enjoying it. killing off rhaenyra was so painful (forever crying over my rightful queen) but had to be done for this story unfortunately :(

and thank you!! as much as I adore matt smith as an actor, I know I'm in the very small minority of the fandom that actively dislikes daemon, or at least doesn't think he's this softie-feminist-malewife at heart. esp when it comes to the strong boys, I never got the vibe that he was this great dad/parental figure, at least based off what we've seen with him and Jace so far. I think most of his canon support of Luke and Jace is more that if he didn't, he'd be double-crossing/screwing over rhaenyra and her claim by essentially implying that the boys are bastards.

I get that people love the vision of daemon as a soft/loving stepdad, but I agree with you that I don't think it's very accurate either. though if people like that/write that, that's of course totally fine!

that being said, I think that if Jace had gone the route of imprisoning daemon after b&c, and everything thereafter had proceeded somewhat as per usual - like Jace dying, viserys gone, he would be very smug/triumphant, because his point would be made. He thinks he would be proven right. So while he would ultimately approve of Alysanne murdering those people/attacking cities, because Daemon certainly doesn't have any qualms about violence or care about ethics, I think he'd definitely worsen the wounds.

Oddly enough, if Daemon were alive, I think Alysanne would look to him for guidance in some ways, especially if Aemond was not there on dragonstone when alysanne suffered these losses. He would very much taunt her for being weak and soft, and blame her for all of it, and I think she would take it to heart. He wouldn't be very concerned for her well-being mentally, of course, and I think he'd definitely try to manipulate her in her fragile state into letting him go/giving him access to Caraxes again.

I think he'd let her stay alive until the end of the war, because she is in control of vermithor, who is the second largest dragon and a lot younger than Vhagar, so more mobility. but after and during I think he'd try and twist her supporters against her and try and steal the throne from right under her nose.

if alysanne won, I think she would let him. idk if she'd be too concerned about trying to hold onto power, bc I think she'd definitely be worse off mentally in this universe. her only motivation would be to keep her Luke and Joff alive, so who knows what she'd do lol.

ah I've been rambling long enough, but this was such a cool ask! thanks for reading ❤️

#i kept you like an oath

[aqqleshiqqing-archive]

I'm mister enabler here to enable. What's the easiest thing for you to explain about your kids? Since we all know pokespe is obscure, how would you summarize them and your dynamic with them 🎤

YOU GENIUS I GOTTA SUMMARIZE MY KIDS TO THE GENERAL PUBLIC EVERYONE HUDDLE AROUND LISTEN BDLSOES I WILL DEADASS NOT B NORMAL LIKE STARTING NOW!!i wish you a very good day with your Daughters by the way.

so this is my so- THIS IS RUBY. he is my son. like quite literally I reclaimed him to be my biological kiddie (basically jaide is ruby's mother). ruby loves contests more than anything and is not really a fan of battling, he's really good at grooming his 'mons and doesn't like dirty things, he's really extra and smug but he's also very petty over small things. he's overdramatic but I love him. as i stated, he's jaide's child and he learned from her how to make aprijuice and eventually learned how to make pokeblocks and they share this solidarity over making these kind of sweets for pokemon that would be used for contests. she's very proud of him :]]

this is gold. he is the younger silly walking bruh moment brother of jaide's. gold is an unapologetically loud and brash dude who likes to show off and think he's so cool (though many just. obviously sees that he sucks) but even though, he's hella cool. he has a cue stick that he uses to shoot his pokeballs from afar and he's really sick for that. you've probably seen this countless of times but gold is very overprotective with the fact that jaide is in a relationship with steven (this started off as a joke but im sticking to it now) and he thinks steven came from team rocket but. he eventually softens up to him. it's all good and it's ironic how he's like this to jaide when he's also. an AWFUL flirt which is so hilarious and in character of him to do. double standards. jaide doesn't mind his goofy banter and is in fact just happy he's living life to the fullest and trusts he can take care of himself

ok how to i tread lightly ON THIS KID AUHAUGHJJ UHH anyways this is BLAKE he's my adoptive son and in here, he's not associated with jaide but rather with a unova insert named ilynne! (if you saw her, good one). blake is an interesting character here because he's, not really an ordinary kid because he's actually closely tied with interpol, he's an agent. he's on the look for team plasma activity and he blends in as a normal school student (where cheren teaches) because there was intel of a team plasma girl in that school and he. needs to get her. and in here, ilynne plays as this fake parent since blake is just a spy and isnt really living a normal kind of life. he's actually quite hollow for a kid and didn't even like the idea of having this. fake mom idea. just think of loid forger slowly adoring his fake family. thats the perfect dynamic I can describe here <3

AAND AHAEHEEHEHE THATS IT TYSM I LOVE GOING INSANE ABOUT MY KIDDIES AS WELL <3 <3 <3 THANK YOU I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOFY DAY <3 I LOVE MY KIDDIES

#AHEEHEHEEHEEE #gold.fam #ruby.fam #blake.fam #TYSMSHDBDSKSKS #pokespe hours #nero tag

[fictionfixations]

Doll Grian AU

This is probably one of those AUs that exist just because yes, but recently I've found that I really like AUs where Grian's a doll.

I think I was first introduced to a doll Grian in this SCP type fic that told the story in the form of research papers and so on so a lot of it was left up for interpretation, but it was also pretty interesting, and then over time I ended up encountering another doll grian fic (and then realized there was a tag for it) so then I just went through most of the fics that have the doll grian tag, which in reality I only went to the ones that were completed, because I tend to go farther than recently updated or I'm not really interested in reading incomplete fics and all that stuff y'know, so.

Everyone's takes on it were pretty interesting, and I like it.

The idea where Grian was originally a doll and had a puppet that was human him that he kinda steered around, one where he's literally just a doll but big sized and has to switch through different bodies or something to change clothes since his are just sewn on, one where he was originally Link (I think something about his original skin being Link before what it is now) and then something something happened and then became a doll [and then how he ended up out of the Link universe or something there were other characters from the fandom I think appearing- uh.. I don't actually know that much about Link and all that stuff though so I'm not gonna try].

I don't know, I just like the idea of a doll Grian moving around and people don't actually realize he's a doll until something happens- cough cough, like 100 hour hardcore smp, where there's this one fic where when the.. mob in the woodland mansion who I can't actually remember with the axe killing him, a LOT of stuffing quite literally kinda exploded out of him and going all over the place.

Also he had a heart made out of fabric which is an interesting take.

But there's also one where we don't actually see him as the doll because something something swap, Zedaph becoming a doll [Base swap], or then there's Mumbo [Soul- ..thing?? What do I refer to it as ;-;]

And honestly I just adore it and I think there needs to be more. I'm well aware though that doll grian fics probably don't all use the doll grian tag, because the SCP one didn't have it either, and I might have to go through every single page that has the Grian as a character which I honestly don't think I could last that long, so.. yeah.

But since it's not really with the lore of anything and kinda just something that exists because yes, you kinda have to come up with the story yourself and what happens in it if you know what I mean?

Like if you were to write out a scene based off of story that has happened in say Double Life for example, where I wrote a fic with Desert Duo about a confrontation between them about the secret soulmate bond with Big B, then that'd be based off of stuff in a story that has already happened.

If you were to write a Doll Grian fic though, you don't really have anything to base it off of because it's not actually canon, and you'd have to either figure it out yourself and make up your own story, or somehow include it in a pre-existing scene, like Third Life but with Avian Grian with bound wings where you can use that idea and put it into a scene that already exists, like with Desert Duo being on Monopoly Mountain and create a moment there based on what has already happened and have for example, Scar preening Grian's wings.

Technically you would be able to fit a Doll Grian in a pre-existing scene, but you'd have to make up a lot more stuff, considering Grian would be soft, fragile, and injury or death make stuffing go brr, unless you want Grian to just be like some ghost haunting a doll which is also interesting and I would probably count that as a doll grian, so he's not actually really living and probably wouldn't feel pain..? I don't know the logistics of this and don't have enough brain cells to figure it out, but so yeah.

Recent fixation that I'll probably end up forgetting about in a few days.

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