#anyways the controversy between these two is dumb

[roturo]

Written All Over Your Face dick grayson x reader

→ summary: “Well, you know what they say, Love and Hate are two sides of a very, very thin line. For what I can see, you have a pent up sexual frustration written all over your face Dick.”

→ warnings: SMUT. p in v, unprotected sex (don't be dumb and wrap it), enemies to lovers, heroe!reader, breeding kink, bulge kink ¿?, not proof-read, possessive behavior, begging...

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Being a heroe wasn't easy. Neither being considered a competition for Nightwing. The Ex-Robin. The Dick Grayson.

Both being ¨super-heroes¨ with no powers brought many controversial articles between you two, not only at the Gotham-Batman times, but also now at the new Titans times.

You never thought seeing him again and his boyish smile and attitude. No wonder why he has many girls falling for him, not only as Nightwing, but also as his real identity. But this rough times between the heroes, made the destiny bringing you together again.

Both of you had mutual friends, and when Dawn invited you to meet the new Titans, and asked you for help to train them, you never thought of seeing him again, neither of both of you training teenage kids how to become high quality-trained super heroes.

¨Sorry.¨ Were the last words you heard from Dawn, when she left you with bird boy at the training room, giving you an apologetic smile.

God bless her natural charm and being the trusting friend she is because you couldn't hit her face right now with the rage you're feeling.

¨Hi!¨ A green-haired boy said to you, he had the same, maybe not as pretty, boyish smile like Grayson. ¨Hello...?¨

¨Gar.¨ He told you, not putting down the smile.

With just a nod and a not so happy smile, your eyes moved into a purple-haired girl, who just smiled at you and said her name. ¨Rachel.¨ She hit the boy next to her with her elbow, murmuring his name.

¨Jason.¨ He said, ¨Is this your girlfriend Dick? Because she's pretty good looking for a guy like you. But yeah, what she's doing here anyways?¨

Oh. Yeah. Bird boy. He's here.

¨Yeah Grayson, what’s going on?¨ Completely ignoring the fact Dick was about to answer Jason’s question with furrowed brows and you obviously knowing why you're here since Dawn explained you. ¨And no, i'm not his girlfriend.¨ You looked at Jason with a smile which changed into a fake smile when your eyes returned to Dick. ¨He wishes.¨ You said, your head turning to the side, obviously trying to make him angry. At which he only scoffed, knowing you well enough to know what you were trying. ¨Yeah number two, maybe we can just pass at me explaining you why you´re here.¨

Number two? He WISHES.

¨I know why am I here. I don´t know if your little brain remembers you made Dawn bring me here to help you train this kids.¨ You got closer to him, not breaking eye contact. ¨And number two? pfft, If you were number one, maybe you wouldn't have been replaced by new Robin here.¨

That got him exactly where you wanted him. He might seem like a strong and rough guy, but behind all that image of big boy, there’s nothing else but trauma.

You couldn’t help but notice how his jaw clenched at the small giggle Jason let when you mentioned Dick being replaced. Side-eyeing him, Jason stopped. Dick sighed trying to calm himself down.

“First. I didn’t know Dawn brought you here, she just told me about bringing the perfect person to help me train them, I was not expecting you.” You could tell he was still angry at the remark, so he wanted to correct you. “Second. I didn’t got replaced. I left Wayne by choice of mine.”

“And third. I’m not longer Robin.”

It got into a really tense vibe between you and Dick trying to kill each-other with just your eyes, everyone in silence, clearly uncomfortable at this new encounter.

“Can both of you stop eye-fucking eachother and can we finally start the training?” Jason said, trying to bring both of you back to earth.

That clearly caught both of your attention to what Jason said, clearly annoyed at the wrong remark of how both of you were looking at each-other. “We’re not “eye-fucking” each-other Jason, stop getting into other’s people conversations.” With that, Dick started grabbing everything for the training of today, moving on. Jason just raised his arms at the air, (like when they’re showing they’re not armed), with a small smirk on his face.

“Well, you know what they say, Love and Hate are two sides of a very, very thin line. For what I can see, you have a pent up sexual frustration written all over your face Dick.”

That brought a hard, and big laugh to your face, how could Jason say that? This kids don’t even respect their “leader” This was going to be a funny training.

After what seemed like 1 hour of training, and getting to know the kids, you could get which were the flaws and weaknesses. Maybe you couldn’t understand quite well Rachel’s powers, but some time will do it.

You asked Gar where you could sleep the night, since it was already getting late and your most likely staying some days here, you'll also need some extra clothes at least for today.

Gar told you to stay in the spare room next's to Dick's, great, what a nice neighbor you have. He also gave you some clothes you could use tonight, tomorrow you could go back to your place and get some clothes, your skincare.... and I guess your super-hero suit.

When going out of the bathroom after a long shower (which you deserved), Dick was standing there, shirtless, all sweaty, and just with some grey sweatpants on... he looks.... nice, yeah. Obviously annoyed but when he saw you, his face turned into... panic?

He doesn't know what's happening to him right now, might be stress he needs to get relieved, yeah, sure, that's the reason he feels his pants getting tighter every-second he keeps looking at you right now.

¨Are you okay bird-boy why´re you just static over here, I know you have problems, but this a new one.¨ You looked up and down at Dick's figure, obviously checking him out, not like he needs to find out, noticing he´s quite handsome, not like you would tell him also, he's hot, and he knows it.

¨That´s... That´s my shirt¨ Was all that Dick could say, well, shit.

You knew the t-shirt had a distinct laundry soap scent which remind you of someone, and maybe a pint of perfume, but who could blame you?! Might be Gar's or Jason's!

¨And those... are my boxers.¨ double shit.

You could see he was obviously blushed and you're sure you are too, but what a coincide. It's like you could hear Rachel, Gar and Jason's laughing at the both of you.

¨Well... do want me to give them back at you?¨ You broke the tense silence, trying to take your, his, shirt-off, completely forgetting you're in front of him, you needed to find a way out of here.

¨No, no, no, stop! Leave it there, then you give it back to me.¨ He assured you, grabbing your hands and pulling them down with your, his? t-shirt. ¨And it looks better on you anyways.¨ That's all he said before speed entering to the bath-room.

¨Hey Dick!, Wait.¨ To say you couldn't feel the wetness of your pussy going out and asking for some relief, would be considered a crime. ¨What do you ne-¨ You cut him off by entering the bath-room closing the door in the process, both of your lips connecting in a perfect symphony like they were made for each-other. He left a sudden whine at the loss of the soft touch of your lips.

¨Oh.¨ Was all he could say, you don't understand what happened to you, it wasn't definitely a normal behavior between you two. ¨Oh my god. I'm so sorry Dick, I don't know what happened to me, i'm-¨ You couldn't finish the last sentence when you felt his lips in yous again. A little hesitant this time, he stops, unsure of his actions, but he lose it all. ¨Do it again.¨

That's all he needed to continue kissing you, hands caressing you neck, positioning them as a chocking posture, later going to trace your jaw as he continues kissing you.

He started giving you kisses trailing down your chin, making you moan at the specific spot that made your legs shake, he started leaving love bites between your chest, later going down on you, pulling your t-shirt upwards, getting between your breasts and marking them as his.

¨Please Dick... Please make me feel good.¨ It´s like something got into him when his hands started roaming your body like crazy, pulling your shirt off, your hand reaching his sweatpants, and later his cock, noticing he has no underwear under neat it. ¨It's like you were ready for this bird-boy, ah!-¨ Even when you try to tease him, he finds a way to tease you back even in a better way, his fingers playing with your nipple had you giddy and trembling. ¨Be a good girl if you want me to fuck you.¨

All you could do is nod and start stroking his hard cock, already leaking pre-cum which made the stroking easier, playing with the head had him as a moaning mess.

“Fuck, wait — shit. Mm— fuck. Wh-where did you learn to do that?” He left a whiny moan at the lose of your touch.

“Well, the noises you make are a pretty good indication of how you like it.” He man-handled you, turning you around, making you see yourself at the mirror.

“…God you sound so fucking cocky right now and it’s turning me on even more.”  He ripped apart the boxers you were wearing. ¨Don't worry, I have plenty more.¨ Fuck him and his fucking pretty smile.

With no more waiting, he positioned himself, and started thrusting into you. He fits just right, and could touch all the places you couldn't reach.

“Let me know if I’m doing anything wrong, okay? I want to make you feel as good as possible.” Even when he's fucking your brains out, he finds a way to be that kind and nice guy he is.

“O-Okay.”  Was all you could tell him, before & after some moans and whines from both of you, one specific thrust had you seeing stars.

His hand lingered down your tummy and he moaned at the bump he could feel, when he was going in and out with his thrusts. ¨Oh baby, I'm going to make you mine, fill you up.¨

He started playing with your clit, it had you crazy all the feelings of his body, his thrusts, him.

¨´You´re so good for me, all for me... 'm gonna' fill you up with my babies, 'm gonna make you a mommy, full of my cum every-day just to make sure.¨

That was all you needed to cum, with just some last thrusts he came inside you too, fulfilling his promise of keeping you full of his cum. He waited for you to calm down, before he inserted two of his fingers, recollecting the cum that was falling out your hole, inserting it inside you again, making you moan at the sudden intrusion.

He got the tub ready, and got you inside it, in front of him while he cleaned your sore body while kissing it.

¨I can't believe it took me all this years to realize how I feel about you.¨ Your heart was anxious at how your confession would be received.

¨Doesn't take an idiot to figure out. You couldn't tell I was and I am in love with you because you were too busy trying to beat all that rivalry. I was in love the moment you kicked my ass for the first time.¨

You chuckled at the confession, and laid your head on his shoulder where you could see his dumb smirk. ¨You have that stupid smirk on your face again, can't you have a serious conversation with me?, can we fight again?¨

He laughed at your comment ¨Not a possible thing for me when you look this cute all marked by me and confessing your feelings for me.¨ The small pecks he started leaving on your neck and back had you giggling.

¨I love you.¨

¨I love you too, bird-boy.¨

#dick grayson x reader smut #dick grayson smut #dick grayson #nightwing smut #nightwing x reader smut #dick grayson x reader #nightwing #nightwing x reader #titans x reader #titans smut #jason todd smut

[guiltycorp]

this might be a controversial opinion, but I think Shoko’s ‘I was there too’ was another expression of the author’s slide into sexism in the latter half of JJK

because the thing is, at the time of reading the backstory arc, I thought it was an exceptionally good decision not to involve Shoko in the main plot too much despite being the typical 1 girl 2 boys as per shonen standards, she refused to engage with them on a narrative level from her words about ‘never becoming trash like those two’ to her consistent avoidance of getting involved in their conflicts, Shoko also never presented her own stance on strong vs weak or non-sorcerers vs sorcerers, she just wanted to do her own thing and let the boys sort out themselves

and when letting Gojo know the whereabouts of the newly snapped Geto, she says ‘no way, i don’t want to be killed’, which is obviously another valid reason why she didn’t want to participate in their break-up thing

...for a ‘girl character in a trio’ this complete avoidance is an admirably fresh character trait!! if she tried to act like a true supportive friend, she would inevitably have to take on the emotional burden of her two male classmates no matter how empathetic Geto was as a person, with his slide into complete breakdown it would still fall on Shoko to try and handle it emotionally, leading to an unsatisfactory sexist trope similarly to Nobara who never acted as the ‘safe-rational-emotional core of the group’, Shoko never fell into the trap of being a prop for male characters’ feelings and decisions   

moreover, it worked well in that arc specifically because there were other female characters who actually did serve as exactly that, changing both Gojo and Geto for good despite this being another ‘female character dies for male character progression’ i think it still worked pretty well due to Riko representing the established cycle of innocent youth dying because of their messed up society 

(...and also because this was far from the only factor influencing both Gojo and Geto) 

one could argue that still, with Shoko and Yaga being the only survivors who knew Gojo and Geto that well (the extent of Nanami’s closeness to them seems unclear to me) Gojo never remained alone ...but Yaga was another cog in the system, consecutively failing his students time and time again and Shoko... well, in the fanbook, it was said that she’s neutral and doesn’t have a preference between Gojo and the higher-ups, and yeah, she didn’t comment on any of his rants about changing the status-quo

of course, she still did what he asked her to do (writing off Yuji as ‘deceased’ on the report) and she is not completely heartless as seen in the JJK0 movie where she immediately left the room as soon as Yaga called for Geto’s immediate execution  there’s also the ambiguous way Kenjaku phrased this where it could mean either that Gojo himself didn’t want to fully destroy Geto’s body or that he didn’t want Shoko to do it to spare her feelings (personally i’m leaning more towards the first option tho tbh) ‘You are only considerate during such awkward moments’.

BUT THE POINT IS, no matter how valid for her own character, she did absolutely leave both Gojo and Geto alone! purposefully so, too so for the author to suddenly bring up her own feelings making it seem as if it’s Gojo who ignored her steadfast support and presence in his life is... just a return to the more basic tenets of ‘woman longs to be appreciated by a man but the man is busy doing other more important things’

like, Gojo is a dumb bitch with extremely low emotional intelligence who relies a little too much on his personal understanding of strength when it comes to forging connections but to pretend that Shoko was there for him or Geto is a disservice to all of their characters also, while it’s canon that Gojo doesn’t let himself open up to anyone other than Geto, it’s not like there are people by his side who’d be willing to listen to him anyway?... it’s not a coincidence that both Utahime and Nanami have a lot of Geto’s more admirable traits and yet dislike Gojo instead of enjoying his company and to me it’s a shame that fandom jumped so readily on this perceived dynamic of poor left-out Shoko...

she was never left out, she left on her own time and time again!

#jjk spoilers #jjk #shoko ieri #gojo satoru #has been bugging me for a while #text #jjk meta

[clovermunson]

here’s a tamer one:

gimme all your unpopular stranger things opinions, pretty please!!

sav, bestie you know i love being controversial (sometimes) and i know that some of these may get me tumblr-cancelled or cause a fandom riot because most of them will be about billy (and by extension, max), but that’s not my problem.

billy and max genuinely cared about each other. i know, some of you are gonna look at that and say “how the fuck is that true??” but trust me. it is. both of them were forced into a shitty situation, and often took things out on each other because they were both misguided and trying to navigate things on their own. neil and susan obviously favored max, often neglecting billy and making him grow up on his own and way too fast. he was handling full-fledged adult responsibilities by the time he was sixteen, and he shouldn’t have been. now while i think susan may have tried to evenly delegate her attention to both kids, neil completely prohibited that under some false pretense such as “billy needs to grow up” or “he doesn’t need a mother anymore”. any time max screwed up, billy was left to deal with it instead of neil and susan handling it themselves, like parents should, not older siblings (though i believe had it not been for neil, susan would’ve taken care of max herself— i have some very complicated opinions on susan, but that’s another story). every time billy acted out in violence, it was a defense and survival mechanism for him; and he probably did it quite often to protect max because he cared for her, and for the fact that if he didn’t, he’d face neil’s wrath for the nth time (i.e.: the fight at byers’ home with steve— which, in billy’s defense, was totally justified from his point of view). anyway, max and billy cared about each other in their own weird little way.

more on the topic of billy, he wasn’t racist and he didn’t target or dislike lucas simply because he was black. that’s just a bullshit reason that 98% of the fandom uses to justify why they hate billy because they couldn’t read context clues and use some critical thinking skills. he disliked lucas because he witnessed lucas and max arguing in the school parking lot, and lucas was upsetting max— and billy knew that it would be his ass if neil found out about it.

i think the whole “girlboss” angle they’re trying to do with nancy kinda sucks and it’s ruining her character. she was definitely a stronger character in season 2 than any other season.

the series started with will, and it should end with will. i said what i said.

max stabbing billy with a needle and syringe with no idea what was in it is not the girlboss moment y’all think it is. what was in that syringe could’ve killed him for all anyone knew.

the sauna scene was genuinely billy begging for max to help him because he didn’t know what was going on, until it wasn’t, and max knew that was billy and not the mindflayer.

speaking of the whole mindflayer thing, y’all can’t tell me that max didn’t genuinely care about billy when she said “i really hope it’s not you” in reference to the party suspecting that billy was the host.

oh and in season two when billy’s “threatening” to run over the boys?? y’all are delusional for thinking he really would lmao he’s an older brother and older brothers mess with their sisters like that. and he’s a seventeen year old with a cool, fast car. there’s no way he was gonna willingly get himself a vehicular homicide charge in a bumfuck town in indiana. y’all are dumb as shit for thinking he would. and did y’all notice when max grabbed the wheel and made the car swerve to avoid hitting them? billy could’ve easily gone against her force and kept the car on course, but he didn’t.

stancy shippers are essentially romanticizing a toxic relationship between two people who very clearly want different things for themselves and could never actually work, from a logical and realistic viewpoint.

on that note, stancy should not happen in season five. or ever again for that matter. fight me about it.

karen wheeler’s actions in season three can’t be justified. i’m not even gonna argue on this one with anyone because y’all know what happened. sure she chose her family in the end, but she was really about to go hook up with a freshly-18 year old man while being in her 40s…absolutely not, ma’am. don’t even get me started on the other pool-lurking moms.

it’s game night, send one of these!

#these are so brave yet so controversial i think #especially that first one #that first one is gonna ruffle some feathers #may even cause some heebies to be jeebied (get it?) #maybe even the second one too #me? causing fandom discourse with my strong opinions? it’s more likely than you’d think. #fandom discourse #morgan’s mailbox📬 #ask games #clovermunson’s game night #savvy🧸

[fallowhearth]

Well, I'm not sure why I did that, but I did, and now it's done and I can move on with my life. I reread all the Poirot novels. I also ranked them.

I'll write them out here for the benefit of anyone who doesn't want to squint at a small low res image or who can't see the image. Within each tier they are in random order.

S (sublime) - The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, Murder in Mesopotamia

A (highly enjoyable) - Murder on the Orient Express, Poirot Investigates, Death on the Nile, The Mysterious Affair at Styles, Third Girl, Five Little Pigs, Dumb Witness, Sad Cypress

B (moderately amusing) - The Murder on the Links, Peril at End House, Evil Under the Sun, Lord Edgware Dies, Death in the Clouds, After the Funeral, The Clocks, Mrs McGinty's Dead, Dead Man's Folly, The Hollow

C (meh) - Three Act Tragedy, The ABC Murders, Cards on the Table, Murder on the Mews, One Two Buckle My Shoe, Appointment with Death, Poirot's Early Cases, The Adventure of the Christmas Pudding, Hickory Dickory Dock, Elephants Remember, Curtain, Hercule Poirot's Christmas, Taken at the Flood, Cat Among the Pidgeons, Hallowe'en Party

D (literally unreadable) - The Big Four, The Labours of Hercules, The Mystery of the Blue Train

D is the only objective tier as these are just the ones I couldn't finish. C may well contain books that are worse overall but they were compelling enough for me to finish them, so. Everything else is subjective. There are a few controversial picks - some of the most beloved novels are meh to me. And I had a few standouts among Christie's later work, which have not entered the public consciousness unlike many of the earlier installments. Third Girl I'll call out particularly as a fascinating example of the Christie formula working in the 1960s.

Reading them chronologically was fascinating as an account of how much Britain and the world changed between the 1910s and 1980s. I probably have a few posts worth of thoughts about the later day Poirots, which I will write up at some point.

Anyway, that's all, I have escaped, it's over.

#agatha christie's poirot #agatha christie #hercule poirot

[gureshinlover]

Replaying Another Story!

I played Another Story in 2019 but lost that account so I had to go back to my old account, and this week I bought some hourglasses to finally unlock it here. And wow, another story is wilder than I remember lol

My thoughts are under the cut~

I used to be no.1 V hater back then (still not fond of him tbh,, but I feel like that's changing) and I love Saeran so I had to play his route first obviously. But the choices to get his route are.. not very sensible 😫 It's funny how in the first days of AS, between the two people you need to decide on to date, one of them is already 'in love' with you from the first day and the other is still 'in love' with someone else. To get his route you need to baby Ray, do whatever he tells you to do without thinking at all, and also be in love with him from the start, and also be kinda rude to RFA but ig that's alright for the first days since we're supposed to believe they are AIs anyway.

I mean every other route also wants you to agree with the character no matter what they say to get their route and after that you'll be able to make choices that push them to heal or improve themselves and I know that's how it will be with Saeran too but the things we have to agree with Ray are a lot more extreme 😭 And I guess the reason they're really off putting to me are because these choices aren't there to make him fall for you, they're choices to make him even more obsessed with you, and dependant on you.

Also yeah ofc agreeing to a kidnapping from the start is already not a very wise choice but I wish it didn't mean we have to continue being dumb to get Ray's route 😭😭 It's annoying that whenever I select a message that makes sense, I get V's hearts instead lol

I know that a Saeran route has been controversial even before it came out, and there are very messed up stuff happening in his route,,,, but I still wanted to write my thoughts. I'm sure there are already more detailed posts about this so I'll go read them.

I'll continue updating this post with reblogs as I play~~

#mystic messenger #saeran choi #rant

[canonically47]

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OF COURSE!!! THANK YOU FOR ASKING I WAS JUST ABOUT TO MAKE A POST LOL

here we go...

DCAS episode 3 thoughts

spoilers!!!

(no duh.)

first of all, somebody spoiled in chat that lake would be the vote, so i’m pissed off enough as it is

patrons... when i catch you patrons...

seriously fuck all of the leakers & patrons that spoil stuff. i hate you guys. hope your pillow is hot on both sides

anyways!!! genuine opinion time

tom, my baby, my love, the light of my life, you did a good job voting for lake. this might be controversial but i think that, out of everyone, she is definitely someone to get out early. maybe there will be some sort of comeback challenge that she’ll win, because i don’t feel like her story is fully over yet, but for now, i’m satisfied she was the one to go.

connor and riya make me more uncomfortable by the day, but thank you to riya for putting an end to their situationship. not looking forward to connor doing pathetic puppy eyes and sighing broken-heartedly throughout the challenges though. and just between you and me, i truly hope one of them is the next vote.

also why did she say "i’m not your daughter" when they’re supposed to be interpreted as a couple/situationship thing... isn’t that a weird writing choice... or is it just me skull emoji fire emoji

on the note of another weird couple, yul is showing his true colors. i told you it was only a matter of time before he showed his true colors... grett, baby, you deserve so much better. i hope when this ship inevitably crashes that grett kicks him in the nuts at one point. she deserves to crush his balls. as a treat :3

love to see a potential alec-fiore-miriam alliance, and miriam back on her gaslighting shit. i have the feeling she might make the merge, but ellie will have her revenge against her and get her out by exposing her somehow. but for this to work, we would need someone dumb enough to vote for her, and i really wonder who- nvm jake is still in the game!! (and tom could probably be manipulated ORRR he could change his priorities and realize that jake and miriam ain’t shit

DEREK AND TREVOR ARE SOOO FUNNY derek’s voice actor is the best of the bunch and i am dead serious. he is sooo funny his deliveries are always so good (compared to many of the others that i would be burnt at the stake for giving the names of lol) derek forgetting THEY are the interns made me laugh so hard i love them

ashley please stop fueling jake’s dumbass fantasies he’s bad and fucking stupid enough as he is

jake can you just accept some people can be friends or are you going to be arophobic this entire series /hj. only a joke because of the arophobia but has this man never heard of platonic male relationships? not to be mean but [CENSORED] [CENSORED EVEN MORE] [CENSORED AS IF IN THE COMMUNIST ERA] [MY LAWYER ADVISED ME TO DELETE THIS ENTIRE SEQUENCE]

fuck jake

fuck riya

fuck connor

fuck jake

fuck yul

fuck jake

fuck yul

oh and how could i forget?

FUCK JAKE

sorry i know he didn’t do much this episode i just hate his ass

tess was really smart with her vote tbh... love that for her. she gets it

aiden and tom alliance PLEASE I CAN FEEL IT BLOOMING I LOVE THEIR FRIENDSHIP SO MUCH ARGHHH

fuck jake

fiore deserves better, she hasn’t even done anything this season, why will nobody give her a damn break lol? ashley and jake when i catch you...

hunter fuck you. you know what you did

ally-hunter-fiore alliance getting out jake WHEN WHEN WHENNNNNN!!!!!!!! not a want but a NEED!!!

fuck yul

fuck jake

FUCK JAKE!!!

also fuck riya and connor and their stupid ass drama

and fuck yul

but how could i forget? fuck jake

that’s all :3

(fuck jake btw)

placing my bets for the next episode...

ally-hunter-fiore alliance blooms but hunter is visibly hesitant about it. thank god he doesn’t have to vote, or he’d have probably already betrayed the alliance...

tom-aiden bonding, tom reluctantly accepts ellie as an ally, and gabby tries to get the two closer to each other, at least to work together if not to be friends

yellow team loses. riya goes home (more of a hope than anything though, realistically i think hunter and/or ally have good chances of leaving...)

alec-miriam-fiore alliance also blooms. throw connor in there too, but only as an ally of alec’s. alec is the one to convince connor to vote for riya.

jake explodes and fucking dies

yul explodes and fucking dies

riya explodes and fucking dies

#disventure camp #disventure camp all stars #dcas #campamento desventura #odd nation cartoons #asks #my asks #anon #anonymous #answered anon #answered ask

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

From Dusk to Dawn, Light at the End of the Tunnel, Apollo and Aphrodite bonding, and (I can't remember if this was already answered) A Titan's Demise 👀

From Dusk to Dawn

This particular fic takes place during The Titan's Curse!!! Basically, Apollo sneaking around and helping the questers save Artemis behind Zeus's back.

Apollo shenanigans galore lmao

There's Always Light At the End of the Tunnel

okay, I can't/won't say mcuh about this because 👀 i have plans but...i will say it's Apollo dropping by the Hunt post-ToA

....you know what i think i'll also do something with him dropping by the Hunt pre-PJO for poetry's sake :)

Apollo n Aphrodite bond over "not changing much" in the Greek-Roman thing

okay okay, here's the thing.

Aphrodite herself says that she didn't really change all that much when Rome surprise adopted Greece. She casually flicks between Aphrodite and Venus without much trouble because "love is universal" (like chocolate).

And in this fandom, we all will go down with the "Apollo isn't affected by the schism" theory so...bonding! :D

howmever. there is that Reyna business between Venus and Apollo. I don't know what the common consensus is on how Venus basically humiliated Apollo in front of the entire council is, but here's my two cents: She shouldn't have done that. No matter what it was about Reyna's love life that made her sad (probably that she wouldn't find romantic love but who needs that when u have platonic love eh?), she had no right to tear into Apollo like that. Especially in front of the entire Council. Who proceeded to laugh at him.

😳

Apollo may have a reputation with his relationships, but he didn't even say - or think - he was interested in Reyna. He just asked who she was and remarked she was pretty. It was in the same fashion as Hazel describing Percy as a god - sure, in Tyrant's Tomb Apollo clearly offers to be Reyna's boyfriend if she was interested but took it rather well when she laughed it off.

So yeah. whew. there's my two cents on that. don't shoot if i said something controversial. constructive criticism only please.

Anyway, going back to Aphrodite V Venus. I think the one major difference between them is that Venus may be a little more hardcore - remember, the Greek gods were taken and made more "disciplined" and "warlike". So I think Venus, while she isn't all that different from her Greek counterpart, has that little extra spice to her, a little more vindictiveness (which also adds into the topic above)

their relationship is fascinating to me and i wanna put them under a microscope. I imagine they were good friends because people often stereotype them as "dumb" and "mediocre" (probably because of the whole hot person=stupid person stereotype. and the domains they have [i.e. love, beauty, music, poetry, ooo so scary said some very dumb people who likely met their end either by a tiger they somehow found attractive or a deadly, plague-infested arrow]) and that's something they would vent about to each other. Also, shopping trips. Because I say so. Aphrodite says Apollo's the only other Olympian with any sense of style (Dionysus, she also says, also has style, but that leopard print...it's just too much sometimes. RIP)

oh yeah. and this fic immediately proceeds one other fic - but I'm not telling <3

let's just say that Venus ma~y have had an impact on the next person Apollo dated 👀

A Titan's Demise

i am caps, you are italics.

WHO WANT'S MORE APOLLO & HELIOS? ME!

WHO WANT'S ANCIENT ROME? ME!

WHO WANTS ANGST? ME-wait.

hahaha...this is all about how Apollo & Helios's relationship went sour during the Roman Empire, Helios just...disappearing one day, and Apollo inherited the domain and powers of the Sun.

Enjoy their fluff while you can.

Because I plan to go pain pain pain with this one :)

#the oracle speaks #fic asks #my fics #the trials of apollo #from dusk to dawn #there's always light at the end of the tunnel #a titan's demise #apollo #artemis #percy jackson #zoë nightshade #helios #aphrodite

[ifellinlovewithpersona]

Damn, the post I just reblogged (confidants with their associated Personas/demons) made me think intensively about an AU I made with my good friend from the fandom long time ago and now I feel like I need to brag about it to get it out of my brain XD

Okay so first, a controversial opinion: I think Atlus is actually trying too hard with separating Persona series (especially neosona) from mainline SMT. Like I totally see WHY they might want to separate it as much as possible since despite I only played (tbh still playing) one mainline SMT game and I already started to ask myself some questions about how actually Persona universe worked that any big apocalypse that would wipe out that universe never happened yet, despite Persona is a parallel universe to mainline games (I mean P2:IS was close but still it was "inside work" by Nyarly a.k.a evil side of human nature instead of a result of main SMT deities' intervention) and that questions might lead to finding major plot holes so I kinda get what Atlus is doing that but it still feels kinda wrong, you know?

Anyways, the thing I actually miss in neosona games is the coexistence and duality between Persona users and Demon Summoners like in P1 and P2 where Tamaki was using her Summoner abilities and experience to help the protags and that was super cool imo

Anyways, back to AU concept - Philemon's reset didn't seemed to wipe out the SMT elements in Persona universe completely as in P2:EP Kuzunoha Agency still works and there is still mentioned that Tamaki and Chef Todoroki are summoners. And that means that most likely Demon Summoner Program made its way to neosona universe as well despite Philemon's reset

Okay so AU would be about Detective Agency still working in neosona times and Tamaki probably still operating as well and that there are still coexistence between Persona users and Summoners even in P5 times

And actually Mishima and Hifumi didn't had their Personas for a reason

They already didn't need them. They were young summoners trained by Tamaki and operating in secret so much, that they didn't even told Akiren about it despite they knew he is Persona User- at least at first

Like think about it - Mishima is canonically very skilled and interested in IT (he made a complex site by himself from scratch) so it would make sense for him to quickly learn how Demon Summoner Program works, same with Hifumi since she is one of the best shogi players and we saw in canon that's she's very good in logical thinking. I think she would learn how that program works immediately as well

I imagine that maybe the Kuzunoha Agency wanted to investigate the mental shutdown cases by themselves and they ended up recruiting the two high schoolers with summoning potential to do so or something (like Chef Todoroki was most likely dead at that point since he was already elderly in P2 so maybe Tamaki was alone and needed some help and new faces). Tbh that would be hilarious to see how much these two tries to keep a secret from Akiren and Persona Users (maybe either Tamaki didn't allow them to speak about that or they just didn't wanted to worry Akiren even more), like Mishima trying to act dumb and clueless but he would actually knew about what is going on but from a different perspective 😆

And here's how they would find out - they would ran on each other in some Palace - Phantom Thieves in their outfits and Mishima and Hifumi with their pack of demons 😆 The conversation would be hilarious though: "Akiren? Why are you dressed like that?" "It's a long story, but what are you two doing here and why are you working with Shadows, are you crazy? And how did you got there, do you have a Persona as well?" "What are you saying dude? That's not some Shadows, they are demons! Besides we don't need Personas, the Program is all we need" "They are...what??? Who are you again???" 😆😆

Anyways after that there would be Persona Users- Demon Summoners solidarity once again like in good P1-2 times and I imagine Mishima and Hifumi actually helping out and working with the Phantom Thieves despite they were never Persona Users and maybe help them out during a final battle as well

So yeah, that's the only AU I can actually forgive Mishima and Hifumi not being a Persona Users 😅

#long post #my headcanons #my au ideas #persona 5 #megaten #yuuki mishima #hifumi togo #tamaki uchida

[tubbietommo]

real question here for someone who never saw primer Seb live, was Seb ever a racist misogynistic piece of **** as Max has been? the fking Seb fans on twitter defend MV0 while ignoring that even when Seb was an asshole he was not raised as MV0 and even when toxic he was never a bad person like this, Seb himself got into this when he chose to defend RB and Massi after the 2021 fiasco, now fans are still defending MV0 behaviour and saying they are the same which they are FUCK*NG NOT.

I think we genuinely need to get away from the idea that Seb was an asshole. An asshole does intentionally things to piss people off.

I unfortunately didn't see Seb in his Red Bull years (started watching in 2015 as a Verstappen fan lol, the more you know), but I would like to say that I've seen enough/ if not everything from his red bull years inside the car and outside. Seb was brutal, he was rightfully so confident, quite cocky and people took the whole 'oh he was such an asshole back then' because the media took all that and made Seb into a villain. Which is kinda funny cause if I watch old Red Bull videos I see literally the same Seb that just retired (only difference is that Seb now decided that there's more to the world than racing and that he has a voice to speak that out).

The only "controversy" outside of the car that I can think of is his interview with Lee Mckenzie about the red dress. But that shouldn't even count cause those two have a good relationship (she even knows his family) and Lee Mckenzie addressed that pretty recently and took that as banter. (I'm mentioning this cause I remember there was a time on here when people just were looking for problematic things, took this Seb x Lee thing and just ran with it. It was pretty dumb.)

I had a disagreement on twitter with one of my seb mutuals about the whole seb asshole thing (note: I was sick, was bored and had nothing else to do lol) and the only thing they defend themselves with is either things that happen in the heat of the moment on track (like saying fuck you to Charlie, calling someone an idiot) like sorry but that's more being a human being with emotions, full with adrenaline and pretty much a microphone under their mouths (and I have the same feelings towards Verstappen about this. Like I don't care if he calls someone an idiot or a dickhead) than that they are assholes. Like as long as you don't use words that you know you shouldn't be using you good. And you can use A LOT of words. And if you accidentally let one slip out of your mouth because it's unfortunately (and weirdly) pretty standard in your country, and people are offended, fucking apologize??? It's genuinely not that hard to say sorry.

The only thing that is the same between Seb and Verstappen is that they race(d) for Red Bull, won championships with them (one less controversial than the other), and they both aren't PR-trained robot's (which I appreciate). But the thing is when Seb raced against his rivals (Alonso and Lewis) it was always done with a lot of respect. I don't like Alonso, and to me he was pretty toxic outside the car. But damn Seb and Alonso racing each other has always giving us some of the most amazing things to watch. Even the past two years I got excited when those two had to fight each other cause you know it would be good without them crashing each other out (always gotta leave that space).

Anyways there's a reason why Seb never said that he saw his younger self in Verstappen and I agree (seriously, if Verstappen was racing for Mercedes and winning championships with them no one would be comparing those two)

Hope this kinda answers the questions you have. If someone wants to add to this go ahead, if someone disagrees go ahead, if someone thinks saying fuck you to someone else is an asshole thing go ahead and call me an asshole caus I've done that plenty in less stressful moments, etc.

#sorry that this post is so long did not do that on purpose

[incorrect-smtown-quotes]

Seulgi: What’s with you and Leeteuk?

Irene: He looks out for the neighborhood, has a dope fashion sense, and I really respect him.

Leeteuk: [Walks into the room]

Irene: What’s up, dickwad?

Leeteuk: [Finger guns at her]

#red velvet #Super Junior #kang seulgi #bae juhyun #park jeongsu #anyways the controversy between these two is dumb #they're obviously best friends if you pay attention #their also both adults who respect each other #smtown stans can we not fight? #we got enough issues with the god damned company #we gotta stick together like family #all the idols in sm are super close with one another #these fights are petty and pointless and prove nothing but negativity about us #elfs dont hold a grudge against reveluvs for this #reveluvs please own up to your mistake in judgement and apologize #we all want to protect our idols #but sometimes we just really dont need to #this was one of those times #anyways love thy brother love thy neighbor #remember most idols are adults that have their own voice and dont need us to speak for them #no ones reading this anymore so just. #be calm #incorrect kpop quotes #admin C #all queued up

[1kook]

new parent syndrome

— kim namjoon x (f) reader

SUMMARY You love Namjoon, honest. But you love your daughter Hyejoo even more— it’s not a controversial sentiment when you know he’s the same way! —and going back to a regular adult life sans kids absolutely sucks. (Or so you thought.) WARNINGS dilf!joon, dreamy husband joon, loving parents au, jimin is also a dad, bathtub sexy times, exhibitionism 😳 kinda sorta, tiny praise kink, joon calls her wifey TT, fingering, cunninglingus, doggy style, it’s kinda cheesy n romantic /.\, unprotected sex, …. impreg kink RATINGS m (18+) WC 9.5k 

NOTES writing parent fics is harder than i thought :/ i had this idea last week n was like yes, lets write this fic that absolutely no one asked for... except me! <3 so here we are, fantasizing about dreamy dad joon.... as always i have to thank rumu ( @kigurumu​ ) who is kind enough to edit these n b like that don't make no sense -_- anyway lemme know what u think !! enjoy !!

No matter how hard you try, the letter f refuses to fit itself into Hyejoo’s phonemic understanding. She’s a growing toddler so it’s only normal that there are sounds she still can’t pronounce, words she doesn’t quite get. But her inability to say food or family or friends, which are undoubtedly the three most important things in her three year-old world right now, is definitely a setback you didn’t see coming. 

Your worrywart husband has taken matters into his own hands, using the power of Google and about twelve parenting books to create an extensive, one-hour-a-day, mini lesson to try and increase her pronunciation skills. Of course, Hyejoo already attends daycare in the mornings while you and Namjoon are off at work, and gets sufficient learning done there. So she can’t exactly sit through Joon’s lectures, no matter how pretty he tries to decorate her flashcards. She’s still tiny— she’s still your baby, and you want her to enjoy the last of her daycare years before you’re forced to submit her to the worst twelve years of her life (also known as compulsory education). 

But as you’ve mentioned before, Namjoon doesn’t quite feel the same way. 

“She can’t sound out the letter,” he mopes in bed that night. He’s laying down beside you, face smushed against your thigh. The lamp on your side of the bed is the only thing on, casting a faint golden hue on his cheeks.

This conversation has occurred a variety of times these past few weeks, and you’ve just about ran out of every comforting reassurance possible. You settle on stroking a hand through his hair. There are emails to respond to and clients to check in with, but there’s also a huffy husband in bed beside you who quite pitifully crawls up into your arms. 

It’s with his face between your boobs that he speaks again. “What if she’s getting made fun of at school? Or her teachers think she’s dumb?” You roll your eyes. “My baby is not dumb, __,” he says, as if you don’t know. “Her IQ came back above average when I took her to the development specialist that one time, remember?” You have half the mind to tell him an IQ test on a three year old isn’t exactly valid, but there’s already enough stacked on his plate. Finding out he wasted a hundred bucks for an invalid test would just be the cherry on top of all his worries. 

Water clings to the very tips of his hair, remnants of his bath with Hyejoo. Namjoon is getting older now, nothing like the dashing grad student you had met what feels like a lifetime ago. There’s bags under his eyes, bags that surpass any all-nighter-pulling college student’s, induced by none other than the sheer power of becoming a parent. And still, he retains his beauty, looks like a doll with his skin so dewy from his skincare routine, lips puffy and red and kissable. 

He looks up, and you take the opportunity to place a kiss on his lips, his familiar scent making you melt into his arms. When he pulls away, there’s still a subtle furrow between his brows. 

“Hyejoo is fine,” you reassure him, carding his brown hair out of his face. He leans into the touch, eyes falling shut. “Our girl is the smartest three year-old out there,” you huff, feeling the slightest bit annoyed that he could even insinuate otherwise. “And if she was having problems at school, you know I would be the first one in there, fighting all the other moms.” 

Namjoon relents, face falling back into its haven between your tits. “Okay,” he mumbles, muffled from the way his plush lips drag against the soft skin over your sternum. 

The subject of Namjoon’s worries is in the other room sound asleep, not the least bit concerned with measly letters and sounds. It’s really only Namjoon who is, his stack of letter flashcards glaring at you from on top of the dresser. “Your mother hen is showing,” you tease as he slips beneath the covers, leaning over you to flick off your lamp. Just like everything else in your house, his t-shirt smells like him. It’s a natural, woodsy scent that floods your nostrils and makes your toes curl when he comes so close. 

Namjoon snorts as he settles beside you, beefy arm pillowing your head as he pulls you close. “I’m not a mother hen,” he says, hand on your waist, the tantalizing expanse of his neck before your eyes. “I’m the rooster— the cock,” he snickers, and you reward his terrible attempt at a joke with a pinch to his side that has him retreating to the other end of the bed. 

Hyejoo’s best friend in the entire world— or, as she says, her best pren in the entire world —is none other than Park Yerin from daycare. As the universe would have it, Park Yerin is also the one and only daughter of your college philosophy seat neighbor, Park Jimin. 

Crossing paths with him later down the road was not something you could ever anticipate, especially when you and Jimin were never that close in college to begin with. It was the only class you had with him in all four years, one where you had quietly acknowledged his charisma and occasionally shared homework answers, before never speaking to him again. You could have greeted him on campus, as you often crossed paths. But Park Jimin was a walking friendship magnet who seemed to bring with him a parade of followers everywhere he went, and approaching him required three layers of strategic planning if you wanted to catch him alone. 

So bumping into him at the entrance of Hyejoo’s daycare six years later comes as a bit of a shock. You had never pegged him as the type to settle down so quickly— you don’t mean to label him, but there were certain college stereotypes that he fit like a glove —but there he was, carrying the tiny love of his life who’s currently dressed in a bright pink Minnie Mouse dress. 

Unsurprisingly, just like her father, Park Yerin has the same enthralling personality that makes everyone in the three to four year-old daycare class want to be her friend, and your sweet little Hyejoo is not exempt. 

Long story short, out of all the kids at Sunny Side Daycare, Yerin is Hyejoo’s favorite, and Hyejoo is Yerin’s favorite. 

So now it’s been a little over a year since the two girls have established their friendship, which means it’s been a little over a year of acquainting yourself with Jimin again. He’s a house husband, something you never expected, and he loves his daughter like no other. Some afternoons after daycare are spent with Jimin and Yerin at the nearest coffee shop, watching the girls haphazardly scribble over every piece of paper they can get their hands on while the two of you catch up. 

Overall, you’re happy Hyejoo can have a friend like Yerin, and secretly, you're also happy you can finally befriend a fellow parent as nice and put together as Jimin. On top of that, Namjoon’s liked him on the few occasions he’s met him; the two have even gone out for drinks. 

However, befriending Jimin and Yerin comes at a cost, and that cost is seeing your little girl grow up.  

It’s your turn to mope. 

“Yerin asked her to sleepover,” you groan, sadly patting in your skincare routine the next night. Namjoon is somewhere behind you, his naked back glaring at you through the reflection of your vanity mirror. He’s so broad and big, sleep shorts clinging to his waist as he lotions up his body post-shower. There’s a thin gold chain around his neck that glints everytime he moves around, biceps flexing and bulging in plain view until he finally slips his shirt on. There was a time in your life where his back could not go more than two days unscathed, your rabid (read: horny) claw marks painting rosy trails down his spine. These days, you can barely remember the last time he’s held your hand. 

“Who?” he asks once he’s settled beneath the covers with whatever book he’s reading now and his thick-rimmed reading glasses. 

“Who else,” you say, tugging your night robe closer to your chest as if it’ll prevent your heart from breaking anymore than it already was. “Hyejoo’s first sleepover,” you sigh. 

You take it harder than you imagined. In the back of your mind, you’ve always known your little girl was growing up— hello, you were literally watching her grow more and more inches every single day —but you had convinced yourself she would stay your baby for a little while longer. As much as you wanted her to see and learn about the world, you selfishly wanted to keep her home too. She was your baby, your only one at that.

At least Namjoon feels the same way. “Absolutely not,” he squawks, abruptly slamming his book shut. He’s usually really meticulous about lining up his fancy bookmark right on the line he left off on, so his sudden carelessness tells you all you need to know about how he feels. 

You sit down beside him, hand over his. “It’s Yerin’s birthday,” you inform him in what you hope is a comforting tone; unbeknownst to him, you’re trying to reassure yourself as well. “And Jimin said he and his wife are gonna be there the whole night.” You trust Jimin, you really do. If there’s anyone who’s more in love with their kid than you and Namjoon, it’s Jimin. He would never let anything happen to his Yerin, and by extension, he would never let anything happen to your Hyejoo. He’s a good dad. 

Namjoon rubs at his eyes. In the span of two minutes, he’s aged about five years. “No,” he sighs softly, squeezing your hand tightly. “Once she starts going to sleepovers she’ll start wearing makeup and getting into relationships and having her heart broken—“ 

A kiss is enough to silence him when he gets like this, his warm breath fanning across your bottom lip when you pull away. “She just wants to wear tutus and sing Baby Shark right now,” you murmur, hand creeping up over his chest. His heart is beating fast as hell beneath his t-shirt, feels like it’ll burst straight out of his chest if you don’t calm him down. 

He’s the bigger worrier out of the two of you, has a classic case of paranoid parent syndrome. 

It’s no secret that Namjoon has a big brain; he’s an educated man with a respectable job. For every problem he encounters, he can procure a variety of solutions with different approaches. He’s always prepared and part of you thinks he’s a huge reason you managed to survive those first few weeks as a mom. Unlike you, who had attended a whopping two mommy classes in preparation for your upcoming child, Namjoon had studied up on parenting. A lot. He had read books and reviewed scientific studies, had learned about development on the chemistry level and the social level, did all he could until he was confident in his own dad abilities. 

But, for every solution Namjoon can find, there are always twenty-eight other factors to worry about. 

“What if she has an allergic reaction and Jimin doesn’t know what to do,” he pales, death grip on your hand. His matching wedding band digs into your skin and you have to wrestle his hand away before he accidentally breaks your finger. He nearly broke your neck once when you were in college, had almost sent you to the ER mid-thrust because he had underestimated his own strength while trying to choke you.

“Hyejoo doesn’t have any allergies,” you remind him, giving up on your awkward half-seated position as you clamber over him. His thighs are full beneath you, tense up as you move over him and he manhandles you into his chest. 

He’s not done. “What if she asks Jimin for a fizzy drink and he can’t understand her?” His eyes are owlish beneath his glasses, covered in what you can only describe as a visible sheen of absolute terror. “What if he thinks she’s saying ‘pissy’ not ‘fizzy,’ __— what then?” It’s amazing, really, how a man who graduated cum laude can hypothesize this many disasters pertaining to a four year-old’s sleepover. 

In the other room, Hyejoo calls for you, so you gladly take the opportunity to remove yourself from Namjoon and his spiraling thoughts. “Look,” you say, tightening the sash of your robe as you get back up. “I’m gonna go tell her that she can go to Yerin’s sleepover tomorrow,” you tell him, giving him exactly three seconds to groan dramatically, before continuing, “and you figure out how to turn that big brain off by the time I come back.” 

Luckily, the cause of Hyejoo’s sudden wake up is a tiny bug bite she got from playing outside that just won’t stop itching. “Mommy, it hurts,” she whines, digging her nails into the tiny red mark by her knee. 

“Uh huh, lemme see,” you order, turning on her bedside lamp to illuminate the space. Her room is the prettiest shade of yellow, fitting for a ball of sunshine such as herself. “Were you playing by the flowerbeds?” You ask, running a finger over the mark a little too weird looking to simply be another mosquito bite. 

She knows she’s not supposed to play near the flowers— the bugs like her a little too much. It’s with a hesitant little nod that she confesses to it. You give her a pointed look. “You’re not supposed to play too close to the flowers,” you remind her, a tiny scolding for now. 

With a sniffle she responds, “not by the plowers.” 

A little bit of anti-itch cream has her settling, and by the time you return to your bedroom, Namjoon is out cold. 

“How old is Yerin turning?” Namjoon asks her at the door, heartbreak clearly painting his features as you help Hyejoo into her shoes. 

“Pour,” she beams, her tiny hand held up to show four stubby fingers. She has Namjoon’s pretty smile, an honest look in her eyes that makes you want to put her in your pocket and never let her go. Alas, Yerin’s sleepover party starts at five and Hyejoo has been trying to leave since noon. 

“Pour,” Namjoon repeats, shooting you a pointed look as if to say see. He had fought the decision up until the end, had even tried to tactically convince your daughter to stay home by getting a head start on preparing her favorite food. And well. She said no. So now the two of you are stuck having dinosaur chicken nuggets for dinner without her. 

She’s got her little travel bag on now, tiny feet stuffed into her ladybug rain boots because it had rained last night and she’s awfully addicted to jumping in muddy puddles. She’s absolutely adorable, your little girl, and you think Namjoon might’ve let out a tiny sob earlier. (Or maybe it was you.)

Namjoon joins you at the front door. “Be good,” he warns her. His eyes are suspiciously wet, but you don’t say anything because yours are too. You’re both crouched in front of her, her big eyes glancing back and forth between the two of you without a care in the world. Mixing your self-assured personality with Namjoon’s (mostly) composed attitude was quite possibly the worst genetic crossover to ever happen; Hyejoo doesn’t even seem remotely bothered by the fact she’s spending her first night away from home. Meanwhile, you and Namjoon are on the verge of a joint breakdown. 

Anyway, Namjoon gives in first. “Love you forever, princess,” he tells her, their ritual expression, and kisses her forehead. 

She accepts it and then, in an unexpected turn of events, surges forward to hug him around the neck. “Love you pporever, daddy,” she repeats, and your heart feels so painfully full at the sight, like you just unlocked a new life achievement from seeing your daughter and her father be so cute together. You don’t get to coo at them for long, because then she’s giving you a warm hug as well, the same phrase muttered in your ear. 

It’s the hardest thing about parenting. 

Seeing your kid slowly broaden their horizons, meeting new people and learning new things. Leaving home. (Granted, she’ll be back by tomorrow afternoon but even that feels like an eternity away to the dramatic parents you and Namjoon have become.) The second goodbye on Jimin’s doorstep isn’t any easier, especially when Hyejoo tugs on your arm and asks you to “say night to daddy please” for her, and your heart breaks just a little more. Jimin flashes you an understanding smile but all you want to do is punch him in the nose for ever telling Yerin what a sleepover is. 

You get home and Namjoon is in a calmer state by now, some old sitcom he hates playing on the TV. Usually, this time of day is reserved for his daily phonemic lessons with Hyejoo, drilling the f sound into her tiny brain, so you guess this is his preferred method of coping in its place: torturing himself with some boring television show. 

“Hey,” he says, and you crawl into his lap with a sad sniffle. “Shh,” he soothes, hand on the back of your head as he guides you into his chest. You’re actually crying now, which is super embarrassing in itself considering you scolded Namjoon for this exact behavior last night. He doesn’t mention it as he pats your back, stupid sitcom paused in favor of soothing you with the deep vibrations of his voice. “Hye’s gonna be back tomorrow, baby.”

“I want her back now,” you huff, vaguely aware of how childish and silly you sound. The tables have turned, and you find yourself wishing you had the same emotional fortitude as Namjoon now. All those parenting books have clearly amounted for something. Somehow, you will the feeling back into your body and pull away from his chest. You must look a mess because he doesn’t even try to hide the amusement on his face. “This is the worst day of my life.” 

Namjoon laughs, deep and hearty, with his eyes squeezing shut from the force. “Come on, wifey, those chicken nuggets aren’t gonna eat themselves.”

It’s quite possibly the most boring evening you’ve had in years. 

(The internet calls it new parent syndrome, where you’re so undeniably in love with your first child and the parenting experience that the rest of the world is put on pause.)

You love Namjoon, honest. But you love your daughter Hyejoo even more— it’s not a controversial sentiment when you know he’s the same way! —and going back to a regular adult life sans kids absolutely sucks. (Or so you thought.)

Kids are prone to asking weirdly philosophical questions, a fact that had greatly delighted you when Hyejoo first started speaking. Who am I? What’s money? Why not? It could get annoying sometimes, trying to answer all of Hyejoo’s curiosities. But as you begin on your second batch of dinosaur chicken nuggets, all you can think about is how Jimin gets to answer them tonight. 

Anyway, seven rolls around and you and Namjoon are bored. You can only watch so many episodes of Seinfield before you get tired of feigning interest, so you retire from the living room for the night. “I’m gonna take a bath,” you tell him, but he’s as brain dead as you by now. 

A second later, “lemme join.” 

It’s been a while since the two of you have squeezed into the bathtub together, usually assigning each other days to individually join Hyejoo. So it’s really not either of your faults when you realize a second too late how small the space is. One on each end, feet bumping into each other with every movement, it’s like trying to squeeze two feet into one shoe. You try to readjust yourself, but the bath flooring is slippery and you nearly take away Namjoon’s procreative abilities with a mighty kick. 

To make a long story short, you end up pressed against his chest, Namjoon’s thick thighs framing you as you relax into the steaming water. Instinctively, he reaches for Hyejoo’s bottle of baby shampoo that sits on the tub’s ledge and only catches himself just as the first droplet is meeting his palm. “Oh, fuck,” he sighs, quickly closing the lid before he can waste any more precious product. “Shit, I’m so sad.”

You snort, sinking farther back into his chest. He’s warm and soft in all the right ways, the hot water making him slippery. “What did we even do before Hyejoo?” you ask, reaching into the deepest crevices of your mind for answers. Namjoon’s hand comes around, fingers sprawled out over your knee, the one you have propped up and breaking the water’s surface 

He makes a rather vague sound, something like I don’t know, as he lolls forward, forehead on your shoulder. “Go on dates,” he responds eventually. “Fuck like crazy.” 

You roll your eyes. “Besides that,” you chide, pinching the back of his palm. “Don’t we have any hobbies? Any interests?” He doesn’t answer, which is all the answer you need. Why didn’t you get into puzzle solving back when it was a trend? “Is this what our life has become? Crying in a bathtub at seven pm because our emotional support child isn’t here?”

“Our only child,” he corrects. Namjoon tries to placate your looming existential crisis with a kiss to your shoulder, lips against wet skin, that he trails up to your neck. “And what’s wrong with going on dates and fucking?” he murmurs, hands around your stomach. “That’s how we got here,” he teases, and you’re not sure if it’s the warm water or the way his voice is like melted chocolate dripping down your body, but you become all too aware of his presence at that moment. Particularly, of the plush lips mindlessly kissing your shoulder, the wet smack of their motions. 

Another kiss, this time right below your ear. It has your head rolling to the side, exposing more skin for him to kiss up on. There’s still that overwhelming cloud of worry in the back of your mind, but it’s gradually nudged away by Namjoon’s warm hands on your skin. Sensing your weakening resolve, Namjoon strikes again. A hand slips down over your stomach, brushes over your belly button and finds itself between your thighs. “You used to love date nights, baby,” he says, the pad of his pointer finger grazing your clit. 

It’s been so long since you and Namjoon have been alone like this, months since you’ve been able to touch him beyond a simple make out session, a halfhearted grope beneath the sheets. Your daughter, as much as you loved her, made intimacy impossible for the two of you. She was always around, always looking for one or the both of you, so there was never time to even think about getting frisky. 

Only now, with his finger circling your clit, do you realize the blessing in disguise that was your daughter’s first slumber party away from home. 

His finger nudges your clit, flicks it teasingly. “Why don’t you let me take care of you, hm?” he hums, the hand that had been soothingly stroking the inside of your thigh coming up to rub at your breasts. 

“Yes, please,” you whine. Resting your head on his shoulder leaves Namjoon with a clear view down your front, lips kissing and sucking along your neck. His huge hand palms your breast, massaging the sensitive skin. You hadn’t realized how sore you’d been until now, his nimble fingers pressing deliciously into the skin. If your nipples weren’t already hard before, they certainly were now. 

He traps one pearled nipple between two fingers, the sudden pinch making you hiss. “Easy, now,” he chuckles, his low tenor paired with his wandering hands making your eyes roll back. 

Namjoon liked to use a higher tone around the house. He read somewhere that children prefer lighter, sweeter tones, so the last few years have been spent listening to him lighten the tone of his voice for the sake of your daughter. The deeper, growlier voice that had first made you fall in love with him became a rarity in your household, reserved for quiet nights in the living room or long drives where Hyejoo was asleep in the backseat. Only then does he unleash the gravelly qualities of his voice. 

Then, and apparently, now. 

His doll-like lips press against your jaw, suck lightly enough to make your body tingle. “Do you remember how it was the first time?” he says suddenly, his hot breath against your neck. 

Namjoon’s got your clit trapped between two wandering fingers, has your pussy twitching with the vibrations of his voice alone. And for some reason, he’s trying to reminisce about your first time sleeping together. 

“N- Not really,” you confess, subtly reaching down. You cover his palm with yours, hoping your touch will encourage him to carry on with his actions. It doesn’t. It just leaves both your hands hovering over your pussy, your thighs instinctively closing in on them to keep him there. Namjoon responds to that, releasing the breast he had been gently massaging in order to pry your legs apart. He does it so easily, despite the way your legs feel tight as hell, and the fact makes you whimper. 

Once he’s got his hands back between your thighs— this time, he uses one hand to carefully part your quivering lips, the other one gingerly pressing down against your clit to draw the most heavenly sensations out of you —Namjoon feels the need to dive into a recap of your first fuck. “You were so cute,” he laughs, and you don’t know if you should take offense. Well, considering you're married and have a kid now, it’s probably too late to say anything anyway. His hand suddenly switches gears, three fingers joining together to begin caressing them over your throbbing clit. “Kept talking to me so politely, even when you were creaming my cock.”

You scoff, but it gets cancelled out by the moan he draws out of you. “D- Didn’t know you that well,” you remind him, your thighs twitching. You desperately want to buck forward into his giving hands, want to feel the true power of those long, pretty fingers on your cunt. 

Behind you, Namjoon’s cock grows thick, his breathing a slow and steady pace by your ear. You can already imagine how heavy he is, the vein that runs along the underside and throbs with each new bit of stimulus he receives. Normally you would reach back and try to offer him the same helping hand he gives you, but your thighs feel wobbly already. Your libido has been dormant for so long that even just the barest flick of his thumb has you dissolving into his arms like this is your first time. 

It’s as if Namjoon’s sensing your inner battle, a muffled laugh against the side of your neck. “This is about you,” he reminds you. As much as you want to protest, a sudden hard rub against your quivering lips has you gasping for breath. “Give me a kiss,” he commands softly, nudging his nose against the side of your face. It takes a second for you to ground yourself, draw yourself away from your building pleasure, to turn toward his waiting lips. 

Namjoon kisses you slowly, like he’s taking his time with you. For the first time in a long time, he truly can. He doesn’t have to worry about a certain someone waking up in the middle of the night or walking in or anything along those lines, lips molding against yours. Plush as always, the faint taste of dinosaur chicken nuggets clinging to his lips. It makes you laugh a little, drawing away with an airy giggle. Namjoon smiles at your reaction, murmuring a soft, “what is it?”

You shake your head, eyes fluttering shut as he continues his circular motions against your clit. “Nothing,” you pant, finally getting in your first thrust against his fingers. “I just really need you,” you say instead, pushing his hand harder down against you. 

You’re feeling a little antsy, having been deprived of this sensation for so long. Namjoon knows this, which is why he very purposely slows down. “There’s no rush,” he smirks, placing a kiss against your chin. “How do you want it, baby?”

The inside of your brain is a scrambled mess, filled with fantasies and ideas that have been plaguing you for months. There’s so much you want to do, want to try, but it’s like your brain completely blanks out when he asks. It’s just as you’re beginning to formulate a thought that you’re interrupted by the sound of your ringtone in the other room. Your husband’s arms tighten around you. “Don’t go,” he says quietly, the tip of his nose running along your neck. It’s so tempting to stay here, to let yourself go in his arms and chase the pleasure you’ve been craving for so long. 

But the endless possibilities of who exactly could be calling wins over. Was it work? Was it your parents? Jimin?

It is with a heavy sigh that you reach for Namjoon’s hand, slowly pushing him away from your cunt. “I’m sorry, honey,” you frown, standing up out of the tub. Your legs really do feel like jelly, and you nearly slip and crack your skull on the porcelain edge. Luckily, Namjoon is there to steady you with two secure hands on your waist. “I’ll make it quick,” you reassure him, dropping a kiss on his pouty lips as you fasten a towel around your body. 

The phone is just starting up its final ring when you reach it. It’s Jimin, and you’re torn between being thankful that you’re getting word on Hyejoo and full blown panic from the fact Jimin is calling you while Hyejoo is in his care. The unease has you accepting the call without a second more to waste. “Hello?” you say, hand tightening on the front of your towel. Stray water droplets trace ticklish trails down the backs of your thighs.

“__?” comes Jimin’s sweet voice. It’s normally soothing, but right now it has every hair on your body standing on end. Before you can even respond, Jimin is jumping headfirst into a whirlwind of a conversation. “Sorry for calling so late, but I just wanted to check in on you, babe. I know you were really panicked about Hye’s first night away from home, but don’t worry! Me and the missus are doing everything we can to make sure she’s fine.”

His confidence reassures you, lessens the weight that had been sitting on your chest all afternoon. But at the same time, you find yourself wanting to throttle him. 

Your gorgeous, sexy hunk of a husband is sitting in the other room, cock at full mast and ready to pleasure you to the moon and back, and here you are listening to Jimin brag about how good of a caretaker he is. You were definitely going to make Jimin pay for this. 

Deep breaths, you tell yourself, toying with a stray thread on your towel. “Really,” you drawl, and you can practically see Jimin’s ego swell over the line. 

“Yup,” Jimin agrees, and by the sounds of it, doesn’t seem like he’s hoping to end this call anytime soon. You want to shoulder part of the blame; you had been extra sad and mopey when you dropped your daughter off. On top of being a good dad, Jimin was also a good friend. It was only naturally he wanted to reassure you when he could. 

Still, the memory of Namjoon’s wet chest was calling out to you. 

“The girls are playing princess in the living room with the missus right now,” Jimin chats on. “New dresses and everything— the Yerin Birthday Special —and they asked me to be their handsome prince!” You sincerely cannot wait for the day you get to introduce Jimin to your right fist. 

“That’s great,” you offer, not that he’s really listening. He’s too busy talking about Yerin (and making sure to include Hyejoo in for your sake) and how amazing it is to watch your kids grow up before your very eyes. And while you agree with the sentiment, you really wish he had called you and told you this earlier, when you were at the peak of your motherly meltdown. Not now with Namjoon waiting for you in the bathtub. Was the water even warm anymore? 

The mind blowing orgasm practically slips from your fingertips the longer Jimin talks. “Anyway! Enough about them. I’m thinking of trying out that blueberry bread recipe that aired on TV last night. You know, the one they had that actress make.”

You’ve just about resigned yourself to listening to Jimin talk about his love for pastries for the next thirty minutes when something brushes up behind you. “What the fu—“

He’s so tall and broad, practically covers your entire frame when he stands so close. And his smile is so pretty when he aims it your way. “Sh,” Namjoon murmurs, gesturing towards your phone.  

“__?” Jimin calls. “Everything alright?” 

Namjoon nods eagerly, the hands on your waist properly positioning you in front of him. It’s with a shudder running down your spine that you respond. “I’m fine,” you tell Jimin, letting go of the front of your towel when Namjoon abruptly pushes you over. The white comforter infused with both of your scents comes all too close, your elbow barely managing to reach out in time to catch you.  

Wide eyed, you turn to throw Namjoon a scandalized look over your shoulder. He meets you with a close-mouthed smile, the dimples in his cheeks making themselves known. His chest is drier now, the smooth planes covered in a thin dewy glow and a spattering of droplets he missed. There’s a towel around his waist that’s barely doing its job, especially when you catch sight of the erection tenting beneath it. 

“As I was saying,” Jimin rambles on. Namjoon nods towards the device, refusing to move again until you finally turn back around to finish your conversation with Jimin. “That actress fucked it up so bad. They really give anyone with a pretty face screen time these days, huh? At least I know how to properly preheat an oven.”

You nod. “You do make the best cookies in town,” you respond, a ball of anticipation building in your throat from the mere fact Namjoon is standing behind you. 

It’s completely warranted once you feel two cold fingers trail up the back of your thigh, your towel gradually pushed up to drape around your waist. The air in your room is a little chilly, and the goosebumps that raise on your skin are partly due to that, as well as the ghostlike touch of Namjoon’s fingers. “Pretty,” he murmurs, so deep and gravelly it has you shuddering.  

Two fingers dance along your skin, and you subconsciously jolt away when they meet the tender skin around your pussy. By your ear, Jimin says, “if I completely fuck it up, we’ll just pretend this conversation never happened. Deal?”

Using your own body against you, Namjoon lets one finger dip just the smallest bit into your quivering hole. You clench up, thighs trembling when he eventually pulls it back out and traces your own wetness over your folds. “Perfect,” you bite out, clutching at the sheets beneath you as Namjoon reaches for your forgotten clit. It’s still so sensitive from your little fun in the bath, and it takes every ounce of strength in you to hold back the whiny gasp in your throat. 

Behind you, Namjoon suddenly presses in close. One hand on your hip, he gently encourages you onto the bed. Your knees sink into the mattress, one less strain on your legs. “Good girl,” he praises quietly, rewarding your behavior with a finger sinking into your cunt. 

“Joo—“ you almost slip, burying your face into the sheets just in time. 

A devastatingly slow pace, his finger just barely moving in and out of you. The bulk of your pleasure is coming from that bundle of nerves towards your front, but the teasing gesture isn’t appreciated anyway. When he leans over you, breath against your neck, you feel the length of his cock against your thigh. “He’s asking you a question,” Namjoon whispers, “answer him, baby.”

You nod, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he presses himself closer. Jimin hasn’t even noticed your lack of participation, mindlessly humming a song. The sounds of a running sink highlight his vocals. “Oh, absolutely,” you babble. “I wouldn’t tell a soul.” 

“Ha!” Jimin scoffs. “I knew I could always count on you, Miss __,” he snarks playfully. 

The hand toying with your clit comes around your waist, fingers stroking against your folds from this new angle. A silent moan has you writhing forward, unconsciously away from him as Jimin babbles on the other end of the line. He’s none the wiser to the lewd acts happening on the line, listening to the sound of his own voice. Namjoon lands a mean little bite against your shoulder, plunging his finger deeper inside of your clenching hole. 

Paired with his teasing fingers, it’s nearly impossible to withhold your moans, biting your lip until it stings. “Fuck, fuck,” you whimper against the sheets, holding your phone as far away as possible from your mouth as a litany of curse words spill from your lips. Namjoon chuckles at your dramatics, not like he has his fingers deep inside of you right now or anything. 

“So cute,” he hums, removing his hand from your clit to snatch your towel away. It gives way too easily, messily thrown over the edge of the bed. With your back completely exposed now, Namjoon wastes no time trailing a line of kisses up your spine, finishing off with an especially wet and hard one behind your ear. “Hang up now.”

His permission sets your body on edge, drawing your phone close again. Jimin is talking about dinner or something, you don’t even know. Not an ounce of remorse fills you when you clear your throat and hurriedly announce, “I have to—“ Namjoon’s cock, finally uncovered by his towel, presses against your folds and you nearly lose it. “—I have to go now, Jimin,” you say, leveling your breathing as best as you can. 

“Wait, what the fuck?” Jimin says, thrown off by your sudden departure. 

The mushroom tip of his cock kisses your clit. “Fuck— I really have to go.” And you hang up, chucking the phone off to the side hastily. With your hands both freed, you scramble onto your back, meeting the amused gaze of your husband behind you. “Fuck me, now.”

Namjoon laughs, reaching for the towel barely clinging onto his waist. One suave swoop later and it joins yours on the floor. “You did good,” he praises, lowering himself between your spread thighs. You roll your eyes, grabby hands reaching for his hips until he’s sitting snugly against you, cock resting over your throbbing cunt. 

“Yeah, yeah,” you snap, the tight feeling in your tummy growing with every second that passes. Namjoon isn’t as unaffected as he pretends to be, a pearly bead of cum appearing at the tip of his engorged cock. “Just fuck me now.”

He raises a brow. “Missionary?” As if it’s the first time. 

“Is there something wrong with it?” you ask anyway, self-consciously reaching an arm over yourself to cover your naked breasts. They’ve pebbled over just from his stare alone. 

Namjoon hesitates, the hand on your hip drawing slow circles with his thumb. Eventually, he responds with a halfhearted shrug. “It’s not the best.” This is news to you, and you find yourself sitting up at the sudden bomb he’s dropped. 

He’s still hard as rock between you, his dick laying almost artfully against your slit. You really just want to throw aside all reservations and begin grinding against him, penetration be damned, but now Namjoon’s got that thoughtful quirk to his lips. The one that usually accompanies any big brained idea, so you settle down, nudging him with your thigh until he’s looking at you again. “Penny for your thoughts?” What you really want to say is please fuck me like I’m just another cum rag of yours and make it hurt, but alas. 

Namjoon sits back on his haunches. “I read somewhere that on your hands and knees is the best way to get pregnant.” You choke on your own tongue, face ablaze from his forward statement. Meanwhile, Namjoon is looking as relaxed as ever. 

You hadn’t really discussed children after Hyejoo. The wordless agreement had been that sure, you were both down for another kid sometime in the future. But the exact date had sort of been murky. Hyejoo is three now, and you heard from another mom that it’s difficult for children with wide age gaps to get along. You don’t want her growing up being far removed from another sibling. 

But also, now?

It’s like Namjoon knows your thoughts before you even do. “Alright, wifey, say no more,” he says, leaning down to place a kiss against your lips. “I’ll get the condom, alright?”

And then he’s stepping off the bed, every muscle of his toned body flexing as he swaggers over towards the dresser. He’s a walking dream, the physical embodiment of all your crazy sex fantasies, and he wants to fuck a baby into you. Your pussy says yes, but your rationality is still on the fence. 

You roll onto your side, head propped into your open palm. “You want another baby?” you ask tentatively. Namjoon shrugs, carefully opening the new box of condoms you had bought half a year ago. 

“It wouldn’t hurt to have another kid,” he answers, procuring a tiny foil packet from the box and returning to his spot between your legs. It’s like staring at a marble statue from this angle, the defined planes of his chest and abdomen, the gorgeous slope of his nose, the sharp angles of his face. You really lucked out. 

Your decision comes just as he’s easing the rubber over the tip of his cock, the swollen head just barely enveloped. You place a hand against his wrist, earning his attention. “Take it off,” you mumble, and you swear on your entire life he swells another inch. 

“Oh, baby,” he groans, hastily throwing the condom somewhere across the room. He rolls over you, bulging arms sweeping you up into his embrace, lips capturing yours in a sloppy kiss. You whimper, letting his tongue push itself past your lips. When he pulls away, it’s with a wet pop and glistening lips. They’re so puffy now, flushed a nice rosy color, that makes him look even more handsome when he smiles down at you. “Gonna look so pretty all pregnant,” he beams, placing a chaste kiss against you one last time before he’s hurriedly rolling you onto your stomach. 

You hide your bashful expression against the sheets, suddenly feeling very shy before him. But then Namjoon’s cock is running along your lips and you’re left a shivering mess. “Please just fuck me,” you beg hoarsely, and Namjoon obeys. 

“Whatever you want, wifey,” he teases, and before you can call him out for his cheesiness, he’s pressing his thumb into your aching hole once more. “Is this okay?” he asks, somberly for the first time in what seems like forever. 

“I’m okay,” you confess, a little shyly now that you know his true motives.  

Namjoon chuckles, quickly removing his finger from inside of you to give your ass one soothing pat. “Going in,” he warns you, and finally, you’re rewarded for all your struggles. It’s only as his mushroom head squeezes in that you realize you could have done with a bit more stretching, but that thought fades away the more and more he pushes in. “Fuck,” he groans, the low intonation of his voice making your toes curl.

If it’s not his voice, it’s the sheer length of his cock inside of you. The girth makes your spine tingle, has you muffling a pitiful whimper into the comforter beneath you. “Relax for me,” he directs, and then suddenly he’s placing a palm against your back, pushing you further down. “Hips up.” 

You groan. The normally soft fabric of the blanket feels like hell on your sensitive breasts. “I’m trying,” you whine, pushing back onto him in an effort to familiarize yourself with his cock again. It’s been so long since he’s been inside of you like this, since he’s filled you so well, that your body acts a little stupid now. He hasn’t even begun thrusting and you already feel like you’ll cum just from this.  

The angle is different than your usual style, has him moving along every inch of you as he sinks in. Two big hands grab at your waist, manhandling you closer to him until you’re just like he wants you to be. “There we go,” he sighs, and with him motionless, you finally relax. It’s about a two second pause before he begins to draw himself back out. “How do you want it?” he grunts, but it’s lost beneath the moan that escapes you. It’s the same question he asked you in the tub, right before Jimin called, except this time you have an answer. 

“Fast,” you gasp, the pain from the stretch finally, finally, melting away as your body grows accustomed to his presence inside of you. “Do it fast, please.”

Namjoon does as he’s told, waiting until he’s pulled out until the tip to satisfy your requests. And then he’s off. 

Your body isn’t as young as it once was, left a little worn from the entire child-bearing process. Sometimes you wonder how exactly you and Namjoon would fuck until sunrise before, how your sex drive was so high that it allowed such a thing to happen. Admittedly, there’s currently a stiffness inside of you that has been there for a while now, and you barely remember how you got rid of it before. Apparently, this is how.

Namjoon’s hard cock rams into you once, makes you release the most embarrassingly loud moan at the sudden intrusion, and it’s like all those months of tension that built up in your body are melted away. His cock pushes past your folds, creating a lewd squelching sound that would otherwise leave you mortified to learn it came from your body. You shudder, desperately pushing your ass back against him in a feeble attempt to feel it again. 

“Still so fucking tight for me,” he growls, snapping his hips forwards. His skin slaps against yours, leaves you feeling tender from the brutal movements of his body. But at the same time, it feels absolutely terrific. 

Your lips are still coated in your own wetness, have him noisily moving in and out. “J- Joon,” you whimper softly, but you doubt he hears it over the sound of his own labored breathing. “More.”

He responds with a sudden piston inside of you that has the tip of his cock nearly kissing your cervix. “More?” he huffs, the hand on your back pressing down until you fear you’ll become one with the mattress. “You want more?” You nod hurriedly, somehow managing to stretch a hand down between you to toy with your clit. The brush of your own fingers has you bucking back onto him in surprise.

Wordlessly, he speeds up his pace, thrusting his hips into your velvety walls at a faster speed than before. It’s a weird sensation, a sort of ticklish feeling m that makes you tremble with each roll forward. You can’t say the two of you have done it in this position a lot, always preferring the more romantic missionary position to anything else, but this experience was quickly making you an avid believer of its validity as a top tier sex position. 

You swirl your pointer finger around your clit, trying to sync up your shaky touch with his steady thrusts. It’s useless, because every time you feel like you’ve gotten into the same groove, Namjoon one ups you by hauling you back against him. “Oh, f- fuck,” you sob, clawing at the sheets beneath you. 

Namjoon groans, momentarily pausing his rapid thrusts to roll his buried cock against you. “Come on, baby,” he husks, the hilt of his cock kissing your folds. 

There’s a lot of built up sexual tension inside of you, months on top of months of nothingness. Not to mention that little scene in the bathtub just now. So you’re not really surprised that your orgasm rears its head so early, curling up tightly in your stomach the longer Namjoon fucks you. He’s back to thrusting now, shallow little movements that make you see stars every time his cock glides inside of you. “Joon, I'm gonna...” you rasp out pitifully, grinding back against him. 

“Whenever you want,” he murmurs, leaning forward to press a kiss against your shoulder. It’s sweet, but on top of that, it has him pushing in further than before, finally pressed against that sensitive spot inside of you that makes your entire body lock up. You sob, thighs quivering when he reaches an arm around you. It’s almost romantic how your hands meet, his fingers covering yours as he guides them over your clit slowly. “Give it to me, baby,” he croons, lips pressed securely against your neck. He leaves soft kisses there, smooches really, that make you melt. 

Another shallow buck of his hips forward and you’re cumming, breaths picking up until they accumulate into a choked wail against the sheets. “Fuck— oh, fuck,” you cry, your thighs spasming from the force of your first satisfying orgasm in months. Namjoon holds you through it, slowly thrusting inside of you until he’s drawn out your entire orgasm.

The new added pleasure makes his movements sound even wetter, dirtier even. “That’s it,” he purrs, pushing himself back up to his full height behind you. You feel absolutely boneless beneath him, laying limply against the mattress as Namjoon repositions your hips for himself. “Can I finish like this, sweetheart?” he asks anyway, thumbs drawing a soothing pattern along your hip. 

You can barely catch your breath, so you settle on a halfhearted nod that has him huffing out a laugh. 

For some reason, Namjoon fucks you harder once he knows you’ve had your fill. Like he’s trying to draw another orgasm out of you, but is also the least bit concerned with you. Honestly, it works. He moves fast and hard, like he has no regard for your pleasure, and for some reason that turns you on more than it should. It’s this weird fantasy of yours, to be mistreated by a man as respectful as Namjoon, and you find yourself weirdly fulfilling it now as he fucks his cock into you. 

His fingers dig into your skin, wildly bucking into you as he chases his own high, and it’s embarrassing how quickly a second one builds up for you. You moan at one particular thrust, body sensitive all over. “Oh,” you whimper, “Namjoon.”

He grunts, your cries fueling him on as he continues his mad race to the end. “Gonna cum with me again?” he pants, his quick pace rocking you forward. You nod, using your killer grip on the sheets to ground yourself as you weakly attempt to meet his thrusts. “Aren’t you the sweetest,” he hums, and doesn’t let you respond as he continues to jackhammer his way into your pussy at a bruising pace. 

It takes a few more thrusts, and one whiny cry of his name— “come on, Joonie,” you whimper, turning to throw him a teary-eyed gaze over your shoulder; he shudders at the sight —until Namjoon is finally tipped over the edge, shooting his pleasure deep into you on the next thrust. It’s warm, paints your walls and threatens to spill out when he finally pulls out. 

But Namjoon has read up, using those big strong arms of his to keep you from collapsing onto your tummy as he scrambles around for something to keep your hips up. “It sticks better this way,” he says, a sheen of sweat against his temples when he flops down beside you. 

“What sticks better,” you groan, the achy feeling of just having your world rocked quickly settling into your bones. 

Namjoon leans forward and places a kiss against your lips, as if saying here, for all your hard work. “You know... it,” he shrugs, hands behind his head as he prepares himself to supervise your post-sex nap, just to make sure you don’t accidentally move around and let his cum leak out. “You did good, wifey,” he praises with another smooch. “Maybe we should let Hyejoo sleep over at Jimin’s more.”

Hyejoo’s return is the highlight of the year. 

You pick her up around noon, and your heart nearly grows ten sizes when you see her come running down Jimin’s front steps and into your arms. “Hi, mommy,” she beams, the same smile as Namjoon. And just like Namjoon, you can’t stop yourself from covering her face in tiny kisses. She says they tickle and squirms and squeals in your embrace. 

Jimin’s at the door with this weirdly blank look on his face. “Hey, Jimin,” you call out, helping Hyejoo load her bag into the backseat.

“Hey…” he greets, just as Hyejoo frantically begins calling for you to buckle her in. “Um, __,” Jimin says, but you’re a little busy securing the tiny love of your life into her booster seat, so you just throw him a quick glance to let him know you’re listening. Kinda. “There’s something I have to tell you—“

“I wanna see daddy!” Hyejoo babbles from the backseat, wildly waving her hands around as you finally close the door on her. With it shut, her loud voice is drowned out and you’re left raising a brow at Jimin as you round the front of the car. 

“What’s up?” you ask. 

Jimin comes down the steps, awkwardly hovering by the front of your car. “Um, when we were on the phone—“ Hyejoo knocks her tiny hands against the window, gesturing for you to hurry up. You flash Jimin an apologetic frown at the interruption. “Well, you see. She kinda heard us— well, me—” 

Another flurry of knocks, and you can’t wait to relay to Namjoon how excited your daughter had been to see him again. It’ll boost his ego, not that he really needs it to be any bigger. “That’s fine,” you tell Jimin, swinging your door open. Immediately, Hyejoo’s high-pitched voice fills the space between you and Jimin. “You know I don’t mind talking to the missus,” you joke, nudging his side. “She’s my friend too, ya know.”

“Gotta show daddy something!” Hyejoo shouts from the backseat, has this big smile on her face that makes you smile as well. 

Beside you, Jimin is quickly falling apart. “No, well—” you drop down into your seat “it wasn’t her who heard—“ You shut the door, lowering the window to thank Jimin one more time. Hyejoo beats you to it.

“Bye, Mr. Jimin!” she says, tiny legs kicking around all wildly in her excitement. You shake your head with a grin, waving goodbye to Jimin one last time as you pull out of his driveway. 

“Daddy!” Hyejoo shrieks upon entering your home. Her tiny overnight bag is tossed down at the entryway, ladybug rain boots haphazardly kicked towards the general direction of the shoe closet. Namjoon had been upstairs in his study when you left, but he now comes bounding down the steps at the sound of your daughter’s voice. He cries out a dopey, “princess”, as he scoops her up in his big arms. He does a twirl and everything, so dramatic. But it makes Hyejoo giggle like crazy. 

She allows one big fat kiss against her chubby cheeks before she’s shushing him with the news of her announcement. “Daddy, look,” she beams, holding his face between her tiny hands. “I can say the f sound now!”

Namjoon has been avidly working towards this ability for months now. Namjoon, who has spent nights reading every page of every child development book possible, who has spent hours decorating pretty flashcards for her, who has sectioned off time from his busy schedule everyday just to go over lessons with her. Well, Namjoon looks over the goddamn moon at the news. 

“Let’s hear it, honey,” you urge, stepping in when his happiness renders him incapable of speech. So he just nods along, looks like a bobblehead doll beside you. 

And with both of her proud, sometimes overprotective, parents standing before her, Hyejoo puts on a big grin and says, “fuck.”

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#bangtanhq #networkbangtan #namjoon smut #kim namjoon smut #namjoon fic #kim namjoon fic #knj fic #bts fic #bts smut #kim namjoon x reader #kim namjoon x reader smut #namjoon x reader #namjoon x reader smut #mine

[saintobio]

WAIT CUS IM FUCKING CRYINGGGG

i was not expecting naoya x sera smut LOL lowkey jealous but whatever

no cus sera and eula look so fucking dumb right now fighting over a man who doesnt like either of them one bit PLS naoya is so funny even if he’s not directly in the scene.

also the gojo x yn x toji scene is so funny to me.. like i can just imagine gojo glaring at toji while he’s sulking in his seat as yn & toji talk PLSSSS

yn has always been sexy but MILF yn sheeeeesh she gave ME tingles

Anonymous said

this recent chapter really had my emotions all over the place 😭 I’ll be the first to admit that for the first time, I genuinely wanted to be Sera when her & Naoya did the nasty LIKE SIR 😩 and then Toji OMFG, when he told Satoru that he didn’t have to worry about Y/N cheating, the first thought that I had was, why would you say something so controversial yet so brave 😳 and then when Eula + Sera were arguing I was dying bc imagine being the waiter : 🧍so y’all gonna order or??? but I’m excited to see whether or not Eula will confront Naoya since she seems to be in denial over what Sera had told her AND I JUST KNOW that something is gonna do down on the yacht 👀 my theory is that maybe things will be getting exposed, perhaps they’ll learn about Eula’s hand in Nana’s death? Or a fight is gonna do down, at this point who really knows because you come up with crazy shit saint 😢 anyways lovely chapter as always!!! 💘

Anonymous said

Hi saint. I think I’m late but I love your theme so much 😭 it’s so nice and also, I started reading sn and I binged read everything within a day HAHA. Anyway, I enjoyed reading the new chapter and I can’t help but be jealous of sera cos she gets to do it with naoya. If you are okay and if it hasn’t been done, do you mind sharing all of the characters age?

Anonymous said

It's like in a rollercoaster ride reading the new chapter HAHHAHSHSHSH

× I hate Sera but it really hurts that all of those things are happening to her and her family 😩💨

× I'm really a HUGE Gojo Simp and loyal to Gojo but why am I jealous of the part between Naoya and Sera ://. Also yes and NO to Naoya×Sera HAHAHSHHSHS

× It's SO Hilarious to see the two homewreckers fight each other because of another man🤣🤣

so many of u are jealous abt the naoya x sera scene sjdns i can’t believe i gave naoya more simps :P

as for 3rd anon, here are their ages:

nina (gen’s daughter) - 3

nari (sera’s sister) - 10

megumi - 15

maki, mai, yuuta - 18

jiro - 19

naoya and geto - 24

yn - 2

gojo, sera and ieiri - 26

gen - 34

toji - 35

ian - 36

eula - 45 (? i forgot)

momjo - 60 (?)

dadjo - 65

#saintobio.asks #series: sincerely not #read more to see their ages #did i forget anyone

[shipcestuous]

[1] I think Medici is a great series for shippers who like brother/brother stuff and political intrigue in a period setting. The first season, Masters of Florence, had Cosimo and Lorenzo, the sensitive artist and the party boy full of hidden angst, always supporting and staying loyal to each other until the circumstances eventually led Cosimo to suspect Lorenzo had betrayed the family, and Lorenzo to fear that Cosimo valued him less than and would replace him with his best friend/right-hand man.

[2] Season two, The Magnificent, has a similar dynamic with Cosimo's grandsons, the idealistic but conflicted Lorenzo and the cynical hedonist with a secret romantic side Giuliano, raised by a less manipulative and strict father but still feeling all the pressure that comes from being born into one of the most important and controversial families in town. They also have a sister, Bianca, but she doesn't get many shippy moments with either...

[3] The main focus of Bianca's arc is a Romeo and Juliet -type affair with Guglielmo Pazzi. The Pazzi family are bankers like the Medici family, and they're also their bitterest rivals. Anyway, the interesting thing here is that Guglielmo has an older brother, Francesco, and in a way, they follow the same scheme as the Medici brothers. They were raised by their uncle Jacopo, a ruthless man who did everything he could to put them against the Medici family and fan the flames of hatred and spite.

[4] Jacopo even tore Francesco and Lorenzo apart when they made friends as children, punishing Francesco so harshly for it, that he actually turned into the Medici brothers' rival and showed them nothing but contempt for year. But while his older brother turned cynical and wary, Guglielmo remained idealistic and innocent despite their uncle's influence, genuinely falling in love with Bianca and wishing for reconciliation between their families to be able to marry her and live happily with her.

[5] When Guglielmo and Bianca secretly elope and Lorenzo finally gives in to his sister's wishes and tries to find a way to get Jacopo to agree to their marriage, Jacopo obviously disapproves, tries to drive the couple apart, and decides to cut all contacts with Guglielmo if he won't cave in. And here comes the good part... because Francesco, while not really on board with Guglielmo's affair and elopement, loves him too much to let Jacopo mistreat him and push him away. And he's ready to act.

[6] Francesco, the nephew who followed Jacopo's directives and bought into his rivalry thing for years, suddenly turns his back on him and decides to side with Lorenzo during a very important vote. All for Guglielmo, as he scornfully says to Lorenzo when the latter tries to thank him for it. But then he actually reconciles with his old friend later on, making his brother's wish for unity and peace come true (... albeit briefly, because then Drama starts happening again). It's really sweet.

Cracky addendum to all the Medici stuff: I love to think that Lorenzo was so open to reconciliation with Francesco not only because he was on his family's side during a very important event and because they used to be friends as children, but also because he thought something like, "well, we didn't have a good relationship in years, but he's clearly still worth being friends with because he, too, loves his dumb, reckless siblings - I have someone to talk about Bianca and Giuliano with!"

Thank you for writing this up about Medici. I have never seen the series but I have always been curious about it. (I'm sorry you had to wait three years for my reply!)

It's sounds like the brothers shipping is first rate!

Cosimo and Lorenzo did come up once before, here. It seems like a brother/brother relationship that would have a lot of shippers. 

I like the sound of Francesco and Guglielmo in particular, when Francesco turns and stands up for his brother despite taking more after their uncle. That sounds like a great arc.

#asks #anonymous #medici #cosimo and lorenza #r: brothers #nc #nr #commentary #noiv #first post #giuliano and lorenzo #francesco and guglielmo

[transsexualhamlet]

for the ship ask thing uhhh mikayuu maybe and also i'm curious about your opinion on soukoku considering that it's probably the most popular ship in the fandom and the fact that you ship fyozai

also have a good day

oooooh i will do both soukoku and mikayuu >:)

putting this under a cut because it's LONG and rather controversial

Ok well Mikayuu first.

It has been a Hot Second since I've rlly been in the ons fandom, and I've changed a lot since then, I think?

I've always been a Mikayuu lover, they're just my og queers, the ship I've had for the longest that I was really in the fandom for and I hold them gently

However now that I've yknow, had Two Years more to distance myself and the way I looked at it when I was a kid I do realize I really like it as a QPR more than a normal romantic/sexual ship, where both Mika and Yuu are on the aro and ace spectrums.

The last time I was in the fandom I wasn't yet out as aroacespec and I wasn't really aware of the whole deal surrounding those things but I think I like it even more now that I can recognize those things in him.

Mika is canonically acespec, I think, I think mostly because of trauma- the whole "vampires don't feel sexual desires" thing is vague and weird and I, don't really understand what they're trying to get at there other than trying to make excuses for Ferid being Weird (which, 100 percent doesn't excuse him lol, if anything it incriminates him More)

And I think that I'm just gonna go ahead and autism diagnose both Mika and Yuu, Yuu has no fUCKING CLUE what the difference between platonic, familial, and romantic love is and he doesn't care to try to figure it out. He knows he loves his friends and he knows he loves Mika and it is both the same and different and they are all family to him. That's like, mood Yuu. I don't think he really cares if it is romantic or platonic and I think he would be very affectionate with everyone indiscriminately tbh so it is difficult to like, really see that.

God, there's always been this huge fight over whether mikayuu is familial platonic romantic etc and the answer is IT DOESNT FUCKING MATTER because YUU DOESNT HAVE A FUCKING CLUE and no amount of affection/no Feelings or words are really are able to determine that, it's only how they define it I suppose.

Anyway I love them and they are my baby queers and they love each other and that's all that is important :)))

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

And, part two! Soukoku. So. You asked for my brutal opinion. I am Sorry.

I have mixed feelings on soukoku ngl.

Now don't think that my fyozai shipping at all gets in the way of soukoku, I'm a huge multishipper, I've written soukoku fic, obviously there is no fucking universe where chuuya and dazai do not have an INTENSE romantic and sexual history. They're obviously gay. They obviously fuck. I don't know what idiot could think they haven't had gay sex

But yknow. Things are more complicated than that.

I think they were definitely together while Dazai was in the mafia, there's no doubt about that, and I think they to some extent enjoyed each other's company and probably did dumb gay teenager things.

But god, do I think they're together now or could ever really work it out to be a good couple long term?

Hmmmm Maybe. I have mixed feelings. I'm not sure. I don't think they're sure either, they definitely have unresolved beef and they definitely have one night stands every so often, but could I ever see them being in a stable relationship? Actually bettering each other in any way? I just don't really think so.

I kind of hate most of the fandom's takes on soukoku, and I don't think there's anything wrong with people who do ship it or want them to be happy together, you do you man. I don't like people who harrass soukoku shippers like, who spends their time doing that. Unless they're the Weird Kind, I don't give a shit.

But ever since I read stormbringer I kind of lost my taste for soukoku, esp past dark era. I just think Chuuya can and should do better SHDGHHSIDGHO

They definitely have a lot of interesting history and dynamics to interpret and look through, and I love looking at them in dazai's PM years and looking at their relationship through a magnifying glass, but what I see when I look at them is a fundamentally bad, codependent, unhealthy relationship.

SO basically what im trying to say is do i think they are in a relationship? Yes before he left, Sometimes after he left. They never really broke up I don't think. Do I think it's a GOOD relationship? No the fuck I do not.

And I'm not one of those fuckwads who insists one of them is to blame for everything, no they're both equally shitty to each other and they're just a fundamentally bad combination that hurt each other.

They can't communicate, they encourage each other to make bad decisions, they purposefully emotionally and physically harm each other, they certainly do care about each other and have attachments to each other but they also hate each other's fucking guts and neither of them want to or have the emotional capacity to work that out.

The best thing they can do for their mental health is to stay the fuck away from each other for now, at least until the both of them are older, less mentally ill, and more emotionally mature. I'm putting their relationship on the top shelf and wagging my finger at them because they proved they can't handle it even after four years

Both of them are like. Honestly pretty responsible and mature people when not around each other. Like, Chuuya is smart, respectable, strong, and would be a good mentor/parent. (Dazai wouldn't. But he's better than he would be if he was around chuuya often.) I'm not gonna lie I don't understand people who see them as getting married or having kids! I feel so sorry for those kids! Soukoku custody battle when! Chuuya took the fucking kids!

So man, I don't care if you do want them to make up and be happy but i think a lot of people just don't realize that canonically they Are Not in a great place and they are not just a Cool Violent Couple TM. I feel that their relationship is really interesting and important but it's not something I really feel needs to continue for them to be happy, although eventually it possibly could. Chuuya could do better. Dazai has plenty of options that maybe aren't like. Better people but are certainly better suited to him. I don't know, I just. It's complicated.

ANYWAY THANK YOU FOR THE ASK AND I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG

#rowan gets yelled at #ask game

[galaxycreations]

Overwatch may be controversial af but AT LEAST Zarya got buff arms. C'mon Respawn. How many skinny arm women we gonna get? Rampart?Now Maggie. Characters defined as strong in personality but never physical. Even Sevika in Arcane was built. Rogue Company has different shapes in women.

Respawn takes pride in being woke. But literally all their women bodies minus Loba are the same.

This thought popped up after seeing two post on Twitter about it but ranting there is dumb bc word count.

Anyways, my brother have said this shit multiple times. Between dreads on non-black characters I think this could be worked on.

#apex legends

[stardustskz]

Lean On Me

[ Prompt 24 ] Never was it ever you— until it was all there was

prompt list: Ode to Sorrow

word count: 4.1k

genre: slight angst? (very minimal though), fluff!!!

warnings: cursing, jumping of timelines (frequent flashbacks), unhealthy coping mechanisms, grammar and typo errors (lmk if I missed some!)

member: minho x gn! reader

notes: hey! it’s ian!! it’s been reaaaally long since my last writing and i’m trying my best to get back so here’s something for u all!! i was aiming for a shorter drabble (and ig this isn’t a drabble anymore lmao) idk what went wrong gffghfjf forgive me. and ofc,, this is me projecting again so :]]

"Why are you fucking crying?"

You fixed your gaze on the table in front of you as you ignored Hyunjin's voice. He just came through your apartment’s door carrying a costume— actually you can’t figure it out but it looks like a prop for his classes.

"I… I thought I already submitted the plate, but it turned out that I only saved it on the site." You managed to say in between sobs.

"That's so dumb, y/n" Hwang Hyunjin as your best friend can either praise you or make you throw yourself on a cliff just by his words out of frustration, and this is just an example.

"Thanks a lot, it was a major fucking plate by the way— and it's been five days since the submission." You answered, still ugly crying with your loud sobbing.

"That long?! Well, did you send an e-mail to your professor?" He asked, now holding a bowl of fruit loops as he set a glass of iced water in front of you, which he both just grabbed from your fridge like he owned the place.

"He said it's fine and reminded me to avoid making the same mistake again." Thank god your professor in Graphics class was not as strict as your Technology prof who’s like the female version of satan.

"Then tell me why are you still moping about it? I'm the drama major in this friendship Y/N, you can't just steal my title." Hyunjin replied, and yes with a roll of his eyes.

"I was frustrated okay! And maybe a bit stressed for three weeks now." It has been three full weeks of deadlines over deadlines. Your chosen course is already proving to you that you're both dumb and talentless, yet you still try to pursue it for the sake of what? a rolled paper? then another two years before the most important test that you'll take in your entire forsaken life?

"Tell me about it," Hyunjin grunted,

"Everyone's rushing us for finals week. And you!" He pointed at you, in his own dramatic way that matches his accusing and widening eyes.

"What?"

"Where's your lovely boyfriend?" Hyunjin asked, his eyes suggesting that your boyfriend should’ve been the one who is tolerating your ass instead of him, who just ditched his lunch with Jisung, after hearing you cry in a phone call earlier. He loves you like that anyway.

"Minho’s out today, told me he's meeting up with an old friend." You said, disappointment unconsciously seeping through your tone.

"Oooo, which friend?"

You don't really know so you just shrugged your shoulders in response.

"Don't look at me like that." You warned him. He's currently eyeing you like he usually does when something controversial is about to happen. Because in all honesty, Hwang Hyunjin hates Lee Minho's guts. When you first introduced your boyfriend to him, who is not yet your boyfriend at that time, there's like visible lasers whenever Hyunjin talks with Minho. And on the same day, as you were both heading home, he warned you about your current suitor being a 'walking-fucking-red-flag' but hey, you've been together for two years now, and never had Minho ever, made you doubt him— aside from the fact that he has been acting weird for a week now. Specially yesterday when he told you about his plans for today.

"Fine. he did not tell me who he will be with. Which is unusual because he used to tell me all the time even if I don't know the person." You rambled, making your best friend stare off to a blank space— his thinking face.

"What?" You asked him, because he's thinking… that's a miracle to happen because Hwang Hyunjin never thinks.

"Uh, I heard his ex is back in town." He said, quite unsure if it's right to tell you this with the current situation.

"Which one?" You asked, completely unbothered and taking a sip from your water. Minho had told you everything about his past relationships. He made sure to do so when he decided to tell you everything about his life when you started dating. Heck, you even know how Soonie, Doongie and Dori have different shampoos because they’re sensitive like that. And he spoils them too much.

"The childhood friend one."

Oh. Ohh…

"I'll just hear him out later." You said, trying to not overthink things as this is just an assumption. And you weren’t really bothered about it… well, you convince yourself you’re not.

"He's coming over later?” Hyunjin asked.

"Yeah… can we watch a crime documentary on Netflix so you, ditching Jisung won't be put into waste?" You asked, not even being subtle about changing the topic. You could definitely use a distraction right now.

"A crime docu? Really? At 12:53 in the afternoon? Are you a fucking psycho?" You just laughed at him and headed to the kitchen to grab some snacks before you and your best friend settled down in front of the couch for some entertainment.

—

Of course, you fell asleep halfway into the last episode of Night Stalker and Hyunjin had let you take the couch as he waited for your boyfriend to come. He won’t leave without making sure you’re fine, or you’ll be fine. So, he wanted to talk to Minho, even though he never liked the guy. Everything about him screams danger, according to Hyunjin. He heard a lot of rumors about the boy, and by a lot, he means in every college department, Minho was being talked about. The most of it was how the boy likes to benefit from people, to gain his own desires. And it's not the kind where he sleeps with almost half of the university's population. He just manipulates people to get his own part of a bargain that he created on his mind— at least that's what the rumors says.

Your best friend’s concerns about him faltered when you started dating though. Because he knows that you literally glow with bliss whenever you talk or be with Minho. Yet he still looks out for you. So here he is, standing up from his slouching position from your carpet as soon as he heard the door's lock click, signaling someone, probably Minho, came in.

"Oh, hey." Minho greeted, not really surprised that Hyunjin's here, but that doesn't change the fact that he still gets a bit nervous around the other.

"Y/N's asleep." Hyunjin said, gathering his stuffs from the single seater couch.

"I see..." Minho made his way to your sleeping figure and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before whispering, "Bub, I'm home." As if you’d hear him.

"Minho," He turned his head to where Hyunjin was standing.

"Please tell them who you were with, they cried to me about their academics, but you know too well that they're strong enough not to do so." Of course, Hyunjin won't buy your excuse earlier, he knows too damn well that you can do better than that.

"I will... so, uh... you knew?" Minho asked.

"I had a hunch. And you know Y/N well enough right?" Hyunjin replied, glancing at how you sleep on the couch, your hair already unruly because of how often you twist and turn on your sleep. It’s a miracle you’re not on the floor yet. God, Y/N you're even drooling.

"Yeah, I was planning to, anyway." Minho answered, lifting you up to get you to your bedroom, where you can sleep more comfortably.

"You better be. I'm going!" Hyunjin waved, already making his way towards the door.

"Thanks! Hwang!" Minho said, loud enough for the latter to hear.

—

You were never the type to depend and rely on someone. It comes from being the eldest child of a middle-class family. Everyone is instead expected to depend on you. So, it became a bit of a problem whenever you enter a relationship with someone. Almost all the previous ones that you had ended up with them not being enough for you— their words not yours. You've been too matured and independent that they would always doubt if you even cared for them.

For one, you don't get jealous easily. Isn't that normal though? Because you have a different life from your significant other and you both are individual beings before entering a relationship. So, you don't really get them either. Second, you decide on your own. Okay… maybe that would really irk someone but aren't you old enough to do that? Like that one time— maybe most of the times, that you wanted to stay home instead of going out on a date. But when they really want to go out, of course, you'll compromise. Then again, your honest self won't get too excited seeing fireworks with a huge crowd or the slides and rides from the waterpark; and it won't show that much in your expressions which apparently, hurts their feelings. In your defense, you were genuinely happy! But not as much as staying in your bed, wrapped in blankets with a crime documentary playing on the tv. You only had three romantic relationships, that you would consider, anyways, before you met Minho.

It was three years after your previous relationship ended when you met this second-year student who asked for a pen during your elective class on your first year of college. He's also your partner for an entire semester because you took pity on him who isn't friends with anyone in your class. Apparently, everyone avoids irregular students for conflicting schedule issues. 

Minho also happened to be one of Seungmin, your cousin's, friends; and they were total opposites, might you say. Nothing really sparked between the two of you at first, but because Seungmin's an ass and he really loves playing matchmaker between his friends, you and Minho ended up being at the same place every time Seungmin's name is involved. Every party you went to, he happened to be there. On Hyunjin's theatrical performances, which you don't know where Seungmin got the tickets from, he's also there, sitting prettily beside you. Oh, also that children's baseball game that Seungmin had organized for his volunteer project? He's also there, accompanying you as you’ve been an assistance to Seungmin, and turns out Minho asked your cousin if he could help too.

So, when you both first started dating, Seungmin was delighted that his cupid role was efficient. Seriously though, you and Minho owes him a lot. It was two months into your relationship when Minho told you that he purposely asked Seungmin to do all of that because he finds you pretty interesting and of course, you were elated to hear that.

—

You steered in your sleep as you felt yourself on a soft mattress. You're in your bed and Hyunjin never carries you to bed, because he doesn't want to waste his ‘precious energy’. You slowly rose as you try to shake away the still-sleepy feeling.

"You up?" You jolt in surprise hearing your boyfriend’s voice, your eyes widening in shock because he appeared on your bedroom's door, with his cute cat apron on. You bought it for him so that whenever he stays over, he can cook— he’s the better cook.

"You scared me." You glared at him, but you only heard his chuckle in response.

"Come on, I cooked dinner."

—

Your relationship with Minho did not come with only sunshine and rainbows. Of course, there’s no such thing as a perfect relationship. And your previous problems with how self-reliant you are resurfaced about half a year into dating Minho.

Finals’ week always brings chaos to every student, but it was very evident for architecture students. Because besides the fact that you have about a hundred pages of lectures to review, you also must deal with loads of drawing plates from almost all your subject courses.

It has been your tradition ever since high school to start studying a week and a half before a major exam, and it includes completely cutting off any kind of distraction from doing so. You have been organizing your class notes for two days now when you realized that something feels wrong, the same anxiety whenever you leave your apartment and thinking about whether you turned off every appliance before heading out. Oh shit. You forgot to notify your boyfriend about it. Not to mention that you can’t remember where you hid your phone two days ago.

Please don’t be mad, please don’t be mad. You repeated in your head as you made your way to Minho’s apartment.

“Hey…” You greeted the moment his door opened. And he’s definitely frowning after looking a bit shocked to see you with his blue hoodie, in front of his apartment door.

“So, you finally decided to show up?” He said, trying to sound intimidating yet there’s a small pout forming on his lips.

“About that…” You fiddled with your sweater paws.

“I misplaced my phone… and I forgot to tell you that I’ll be working in my studio until next week…?” You told him, avoiding his eyes because you still don’t know if he’s mad or how he looked when he’s mad He has never been mad, at least not because of you.

“I can’t believe you never dared to tell me.” Oh, now he really sounded mad.

“I said I forgot, okay? I’m sorry.” You replied, glancing up at him with a hint of annoyance in your voice. You feel really guilty about it but if he’s going to make a huge deal out of this— you heard him release a deep sigh.

“You still have lots to do right?” He asked, and your exhaustion got the better of you as you just nodded in response.

“I’ll take you home.”

You know yourself that this argument did not finish that night. You never asked him if he’s upset, even though he clearly is, and he never asked you anymore questions. He also avoided talking to you that night, but he did help you find your phone.

When the most dreaded finals week started, you both got extremely busy. Your exams will finish on Friday, including the drawing ones and the drafting final plates. And Minho’s will finish on Wednesday, as he only has objective type exams and a practical exam on the last day. So, he decided to visit you when Thursday came.

You were currently working on your last major plate for the entire term when your boyfriend walked in. Your apartment was a mess, usually, you’ll only have papers and drafts on one side, which you claim as your studio, but Minho noticed that even the living area has papers loitering around the couch, and there are cups of instant noodles and used mugs on your kitchen counter.

“Bub, when have you last eaten a proper meal?” he asked after placing a kiss on your forehead as a greeting.

You groaned, “Save it for later love, please.” You only heard Minho sigh in response as he glanced at your work. It’s the ground floor plan of a two-story house with symbols that he doesn’t seem to understand, but he do know that you’re only rendering your work now with an ink— he also knows that this is the most crucial part whenever you do your manual rendering so he backed a few steps away from you, deciding to tidy your apartment instead.

“Love, I can do that later, just watch something from the tv.” You said as you heard the water from your faucet running.

"No, no, it's fine. Focus on your plate bub" You heard him say, and you just sigh at this, still not used to him doing things for you.

“Bub, are you done with these papers? Should I throw them in the bin now?” Minho asked a few minutes later.

“Love I told you I’ll take care of them later; you don’t have to—”

“And when will that be? You still have to study after that, and I know that you won’t be sleeping again tonight because you still have an exam tomorrow.” He cut you off. You know that; you know it too well that you still have a lot to do. You’re also clearly stressed out about not being able to stress eat— it’s unhealthy you know but it’s how you cope.

“I can manage.” You answered, placing your attention back to your drafting table.

“Y/N, you’re not even eating properly, how can you still have everything in your control?” He said with his stern and serious tone.

“Minho, just!” You realized that your voice raised a little out of normal so, you took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, okay? But I still have a lot on my plate right now.” Literally speaking. Minho looked surprised at you losing your chill. You’ve been stressed out and he can see that. You also haven’t been sleeping because your stock of coffee beans is running out and it’s your lifeline. He should’ve been checking out on you more than he already does. Because no matter how independent you seem from others, you still need someone to take care of you at times like this— and that person should be him.

“Bub, why don’t you take a break?” He told you, pulling your hands and making you stand up from your chair and face him.

“I can’t I still—”

“Please?” He pleaded, resting his forehead on yours before placing a gentle kiss on the space between your eyes.

“Fine.” You playfully rolled your eyes at him before following suit to your bedroom, because it’s the only place where you can comfortably lie down right now.

“Rest.” Minho commanded as he pulled you to bed beside him. You closed your eyes and snuggled closer to your boyfriend’s neck inhaling his scent, and sighing contentedly,

“I missed you,” you whispered,

“And I’m really sorry I feel like an ass for always taking my stress out on you these days.”

“It’s fine, bub— I understand. Don’t worry now.” Minho said, playing with your raven locks, a gesture which never failed to make you fall asleep.

“Are you mad at me?” You asked.

“What for?”

“When I did not text or call you for two days and for being always so—”

“Independent?” he continued what you were about to say,

“I’m not. Because that makes up my strong s/o. And I think I can never be mad at you,” He said, and you were about to apologize again when he cupped your cheeks, instantly making you look up at him.

“I understand how you’ve never relied on someone else. But… but can you please let me?” He added, eyes now locked with your confused ones.

“Y/N, please let me take care of you. You can’t always do this whenever you’re busy. It’s not healthy to live off coffee and instant foods and don’t you know how worried I was when you did not reply to me for two days last week?” Your eyes began to water. It’s the burnout stress you convince yourself. But really, you’re so lucky to have him.

“Hey, I’m not mad at you, ‘kay? I’m just worried.” Minho rushed to your aid and hugged you closer, rubbing soothing circles on your shoulder with his thumb.

“I’m sorry… I just— I’m really not— used to it,” you managed to say in between your sobs.

“Love, I can’t promise, can you let me try?”

—

No one has ever reached out to you like how Minho did. It's not like understanding each other in a relationship is a hard thing to do but yes, it is harder than calculus, in your opinion. After that argument, you really made an effort to lean on him more, which brings you back to how he's currently washing the dishes after you both ate dinner. You told him you’ll do it since he already cooked for you but he’s persistent and even bribed you about the pudding that he bought home—which you’re munching on as you watched his back from the two-person dining table.

“How’s your day love?” You asked, savoring the sweet treat that he bought for you.

“Oh, about that,” He started,

“Can you go with me this Saturday?”

“Huh? Where to?” You asked, taking your second cup of pudding for the night from the paper bag that he gave you. Minho dried off the last of the utensils that he washed before taking your hand. You both reached the living room with Minho pulling you in tow with him.

"I told you I was meeting up with an old friend today, right?" You nodded in response, taking a spoonful of the pudding that you're still eating as you both sat on the couch.

"Well, uhh… it was Rin, do you remember her?" Uhuh. So Hyunjin's right.

"She's a great friend but she suddenly migrated to another country without even talking to me." Of course, you knew. You never once forget each of the things Minho had told you.

"Yup." You answered, the pudding that you held seemingly more interesting than your gorgeous boyfriend sitting beside you.

"She came back today from New York, and my mom asked me to pick her up yesterday." He explained, being cautious of what your reaction would be.

"Well, we also had the closure that we never had due to her sudden disappearance." It's done, breathe Minho, breathe he calmed himself. Scared that you'll take this in the wrong way, even though he knows you won’t. Half of him is still worried.

"Why didn't you tell me that it's her that you'll be meeting?" you asked, taking another bite from your pudding, and glancing up at him with your doe eyes.

"I thought it would make you feel uncomfortable." Minho said, trying to reach for the third cup of pudding to give to you, which in a normal situation, he would probably stuff it into your fridge because it's not healthy to eat three cups in one sitting. But he can visibly see you frowning and trying to stab the poor pudding in your hand, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll accept his offering.

"It already did, though." You whispered, but Minho seemed to have caught that.

"I'm sorry, bub. But we just talked, I swear. You can take Soonie and Doongie for a whole week otherwise." He said, pulling you in for a hug and placing a kiss on the top of your head after.

"What about Dori?" You asked, escaping from his arms, and reaching for the last cup of pudding on his right hand.

"You know I can't sleep well without my cats, bub" Minho said, opening the seal of the pudding for you.

"Why are you offering Soonie and Doongie then?" You asked, amused by how childlike this man can be.

"Because that's how much I love you." He answered, cupping your cheeks, and leaning in for a kiss but you stopped him.

"So, I'm worthy of two cats?" You said, frowning playfully, and trying to suppress a smile from forming.

"You know what I mean bub!" He whined as he tried his second attempt at kissing you and this time, you let him.

"The pudding tastes sweet bub" Minho said, after leaning back a little, a smirk evident on his lips.

"Shut up!" Your cheeks are definitely flushed right now.

"So, what are we doing on Saturday?" You said, leaning your head on his shoulder as you cuddled with him on your couch. Besides, you’re not really mad, you’re just sulking. Yes, you can also act petty sometimes.

"Oh, Rin asked for us to come visit her once she's settled down." Minho said.

"Sure! Sounds great!" You beamed, already excited about meeting one of Minho's closest friend.

"Y/N, bub" You glanced up from looking at your pudding— which is almost empty by now, as you asked with your eyes why.

"I love you." Minho said, his orbs piercing through your soul. Taking in every detail of your gorgeous boyfriend, you answered,

"I love you more."

You have always been alone for the most of your life, and you were navigating it quite perfectly well without anyone's assistance. In fact, you've been too comfortable with solitude that when someone offers to be of aid, you falter and malfunction. But even the strongest ships needed an anchor for their lives to sail well. And you were glad, really glad that it so happened to be Lee Minho.

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