#if they're not married/husbands/soulmates then WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!

[killerandhealerqueen]

Get you a man who:

Checks you for a fever

Gets concerned when you have one

Prepares a bowl of warm water to help with said fever

Gently and lovingly wipes your forehead and face down

Is absolutely concentrated on the task at hand

Gently and lovingly wipes your neck to rid you of the sweat

Makes sure you're not dehydrated

And looks at you with pain in their eyes, silently hoping and praying that you wake up

#sass watches cdramas #Killer and Healer #cdramas #Killer and Healer rewatch #jiang yuelou #chen yuzhi #yuezhi #me? #normal about this drama? #never #the fucking PARALLELS man #like fuck off #if they're not married/husbands/soulmates then WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! #they are MARRIED your honor #god these two make me insane #make me wanna bite something

[borathae]

"Jungkook is always plagued with guilt when he has to leave you for a business trip. His anxiety that you might be angry at him for not being present is especially high this time around and only your safe embrace can help him calm down."

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: married life!AU, mild Hurt & Comfort, Smut

Warnings: Jungkook is anxious, stressed & guilty, he cries, she is so comforting, hugs and kisses, needy sex, sloppy mutual masturbation, handjob, pussy fingering, penetrative sex facing each other, until he pushes her to her back and fucks her missionary, strength & muscle kink, he is so passionate and rough in missionary, I don't think that there are distinctive roles in this, I guess you can call it Top!Jungkook with a Mommy kink, she calls him Bunny at first before he fucks her to the state where she can only call him by his name, dirty talk, sensory deprivation in the sense that they fuck in complete darkness, they're so so desperate for each other, tears because it's so good, multiple orgasms for her, creampies, cockwarming as aftercare, with cuddles and kisses <3, they're fucking soulmates

Wordcount: 5.3k

a/n: i wrote this after kook's solo concert because he did it to me. i also reread THE angst chapter of aaol and i think this influenced me as well. i really want my kookie back

The plane wasn’t supposed to land this late. The plans were all ruined. 

Jungkook scans his eyes over the kitchen. Empty. Clean. He abandons his suitcase by the stairs leading up and walks to the fridge. He opens it. His heart stings. The plans were all ruined. He wasn’t supposed to come home this late. You made dinner for him. The prettily plated food is still on its original plate for him. You put a glass bowl over it to keep it fresh. 

“Fuck”, Jungkook presses out and closes the fridge. He feels so fucking guilty that he wants to throw up. He should have been there. He should have eaten your food and talked to you during dinner. He should have fucking been there.

You knew that he wouldn’t come home. He was aware that his text came way too late, but he still had hoped that you hadn’t started cooking yet. Of course you had. 

It has been longer than a month since he last was in Seoul and you always cook the grandest things as a welcome home surprise. Jungkook doesn’t expect you to cook, you do it because you want to. Which makes him feel all the shittier right now. He wasn’t there to appreciate it. He had one job - the most important job of all - and he fucking failed you.

Jungkook walks back to his suitcase and lifts it. He will carry it upstairs and then do the laundry tomorrow. He can’t be bothered tonight. It’s already too late. He already wasted too much time being his shitty CEO self.

The dressing room is empty and clean. It faintly smells like lavender in here. He knows it’s because you cleaned this room recently. Jungkook discards the suitcase by the dresser and leaves the room.

He takes a shower in the upstairs bathroom. He didn’t want to go downstairs yet. He is a little scared to do so. He shouldn’t have arrived so late. He is scared of your reaction. He gets so sad when you are disappointed in him. He hasn’t decided yet whether it’s his anxiety disorder talking or the truth, but he thinks that you will be angry at him.

He is angry at himself. He’s a fucking shithead of a husband. That’s what he fucking is. 

Jungkook manages not to cry in the shower even if he really wanted to. His feelings are eating him up alive. He feels so stressed. So tired. So exhausted. Work has been hell. And the fact that it was in a country he barely knew the language of and he had to be without you made it even worse. He feels so drained. 

The shower doesn’t help. It cleans him, nothing more. Jungkook doesn’t put on clothes and leaves for downstairs. He uses the never ending city lights as his guidance. The wind carries the distant purring of the traffic to the windows. The slightly higher pitched pitter patter of his naked feet on marble floor is loud in comparison. The sound stops in sync with Jungkook stopping in front of the bedroom door. 

His hand is shaking. He has to hold it to calm down. He is so scared. You will be so disappointed with him. He wouldn’t even be surprised if you told him to sleep on the couch tonight. You never did so before, but things can change. One month is awfully long and he left you hanging today. He wouldn’t blame you if you sent him away. 

Jungkook takes a shaky breath for courage and steps inside. The room smells like home. Jungkook feels his throat tighten in emotion. This is what home smells like. And he was too late for it. He swallows down his tears and tries to walk it off.

The electric blinds are closed all the way, putting the room into complete darkness. Jungkook uses the light of his phone screen to tiptoe to the bathroom. He still needs to brush his teeth. He does so using his phone’s flashlight as the only light source. He didn’t want to turn on the big lights and risk waking you. Or maybe he didn’t want to look into his own eyes. He can’t bear to face himself tonight.

Jungkook leaves the bathroom door open and tiptoes to the bed. His phone screen gives off enough light that he can see you once he arrives by the bedside. 

You are turned to his side, resting your hand on his blanket. Your cheek is squished as you are sleeping halfway on your stomach. Your lips are parted as soft breaths leave you. Jungkook looks back at your hand resting on his side and gulps down the painful lump in his throat. You shouldn’t have had to fall asleep alone tonight. You shouldn’t have had only his memory to hold.

Jungkook picks up your hand so he could slip under the covers. You react to the gentle nudge with a hum.

“Mhm”, you let out and roll over, now showing off your back.

Jungkook is aware that you didn’t do it on purpose, but it feels like it. You turned your back to him and it’s his own fault. 

Jungkook tugs the blanket under his arm and touches your back. Up and down. Up and down. He feels you breathe. Your warmth is so familiar to him. He missed it so much. 

He missed you so much.

His eyes start burning.

“I’m sorry”, he whispers shakily and turns his back to you. He can’t face you anymore. It hurts so much. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries not to cry. 

The sheets ruffle as you move around again. Jungkook doesn’t feel the movement because you and he have separate mattresses and separate blankets to get the best sleep ever. You shared a mattress and blanket at first, but decided to upgrade your bed a year ago. Jungkook likes his mattress firm and his blanket thin, while you love to have a softer mattress and your blanket to be thick. And the little mattress movements as one of you rolled around or the blanket wars which once managed to wake you are gone as well. Changing one mattress and blanket for two was the best decision ever. You and he sleep like royalty these days.

Jungkook hears the sheets ruffle as you move around and then the sound of a hand sliding over soft sheets. Warmth touches his back. He tenses up, stays silent. You draw paths along his back, feeling him up. Seeing him. Just like he did all those years ago when you were still masked soulmates aching to be together. It became a little thing between you and him to trace the other in darkness as to make out if it was your other half. You became so good at it these days.

Your touch dances up to the nape of his neck after exploring his upper back. Jungkook shivers and aches to lean into your touch. He is scared to do so now. He already waited for too long to speak up. You’ll know that he is intentionally acting asleep to avoid talking to you.

You close the distance, taking him into your arms to pull him against your chest. You are propped up on your elbow, using the position to nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck so you could kiss him.�� 

Jungkook exhales shakily, releasing all of his tension with a tremble. This just broke him. To be cradled and kissed. It broke him.

“Are you awake?” you whisper softly. The words swirl against his neck.

He nods his head.

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

He hesitates. Should he be truthful? Will you be hurt if he was? 

He shakes his head. He can’t lie to you. Not like this. Not when you hold him so safely. Not when you have broken him with your embrace. 

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“I’m sorry”, he presses out and sobs softly.

“Hey”, you gasp, straightening up, “hey, are you crying? What’s wrong?” you babble and roll him to his back so you could cradle his cheeks. You wipe his tears away, keeping close by resting your chest against his’, “what’s wrong, Bunny?” 

“I’m sorry for tonight. I’m so sorry for being late and, and not showing up. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“It’s okay, hey it’s okay. It wasn’t your fault. The flight was delayed. You couldn’t have known.”

“I saw the food”, he confesses and squeaks sadly, “I didn’t show up, I’m so sorry. I should have texted sooner, I should have-”

“How could you have texted me sooner if you didn’t even know that the flight would be delayed?” 

Jungkook falters. He sniffles repeatedly, taking sharp gasps for air to regulate his breathing. What you say makes sense to him. He didn’t even think of it yet, despite it being the most logical explanation. So it was his anxiety disorder kicking in. 

You caress his left cheek while your right hand guides your pointer finger up and down along the bridge of his nose. You call this touch your magic touch because there is some sort of magic in it to calm down any sort of anxiety Jungkook experiences. Jungkook flutters his eyes closed and sighs as comfort overtakes him.

“Now tell me how you should have texted me sooner, mhm?” you ask in a soft, comforting voice.

“I don’t know”, Jungkook whispers.

“Of course you don’t, it’s impossible. The flight was delayed. It was an unfortunate series of events and not your fault”, you assure him, “unless you intentionally stayed away. Mhm is that it? Did you not wanna see me already, you sneaky Bunny?” you add in a joking tone, making Jungkook giggle.

He shakes his head, “no Mommy, I wanted to see you.”

“Good”, you say in a fond voice and claim his lips in a smooch. 

Jungkook gasps because he hadn’t expected it. The feeling finally seeps into his consciousness. He is kissing you. After thirty three days without you, he is finally kissing you again. Jungkook whimpers and hooks his fingers behind your head, deepening the kiss with trembling lips. He is kissing you again. He is finally realizing that this is happening, that he is back with you. He hooks his arms behind your head and pulls you closer, asking for your taste. You part your lips and meet his begging tongue, while your fingers explore the softness of his hair.

You feel a little dizzy from sleep. You didn’t have the deepest sleep tonight because you knew that Jungkook would come home and you subconsciously refused to find deep sleep. So when Jungkook got into bed, the rustling of his blanket woke you. The pull was instant. You needed to feel him, make sure that he was finally with you again. Your body didn’t expect to be in the current position for such a long time. Your arms are weak and your head is dizzy.

You break the kiss because exhaustion makes you do it.

Jungkook chases you, rolling you and him over so he was the one on top. His right arm rests around you just a little under your breasts, his left hand is cradling your cheek while his right hand is deepening in your hair as best as your texture allows it. He claims your lips in a kiss again, whimpering into it as his body seeks your closeness. Two layers of blanket are keeping you apart. Jungkook doesn’t think, he merely acts and pulls his blanket off of him. Next your blanket. He opens it and slides his arm under it. He takes you softly in his hand and presses you against him at the same time as his body sinks under your blanket. He trembles. It is so warm under your covers and from what he can feel, you are wearing one of his sleep shirts. He grabs a bundle of it and twists, needing you to be so much closer than you already are. 

“Please”, he begs in a shaky voice, tugging at your shirt.

You sit up far enough that you can take off your shirt. You throw it to the side and fall back down.

“Thank you”, Jungkook whimpers and cradles you against his chest. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and places his right hand on the back of your head to support it for you.

You wrap your arms around him, letting out a sigh you didn’t even know you were holding in. You have him back. This is how your Jungkook hugs. Thirty three days without him are unbearably long. So long in fact that your skin started to unwillingly forget the warmth and softness of him. It comes rushing back again now that you are hugging without barriers.

“___”, Jungkook croaks and presses you closer, “oh god.” 

“I missed you too”, you whisper, burying your hand deep in his hair. You pull him closer. Your breasts squish against his chest, the pressure feels like heaven. It gets easier to breathe and releases you of tension you didn’t even know you possessed. You have your Jungkook back. 

Jungkook feels overwhelmed. He ached for your hug ever since he left. Thirty three days without you were hell. You are his constant in his life. When he comes home from work, you are there, hugging him and talking to him and falling asleep with him. When he leaves for work, you are right by his side, talking to him and kissing his cheek as he drops you off at university. When he has free time, he knows he can spend it with you. You are always there. You are his constant. The person who will always be by his side. The warmth he can always return to. So to go without you for more than a month was hell. 

“I missed you so much”, he confesses. 

“Me too, Bunny. Me too.”

You felt just as lonely without him. Years ago, you wouldn’t have batted an eye at the thought of being along for a month, but Jungkook changed you in the most wonderful of ways. He is your person, the comfort you most look forward to, the home you never want to leave. You have him by your side in the morning and have him back again by the evening. You share the last second of consciousness with him before sleep and share the first right after. And for the last month, you didn’t. You had to live without him and it was agony. 

“Closer”, Jungkook begs, “I wanna be closer.”

“Closer?” 

“Closer please.”

“Lie down on your side.” 

Jungkook obeys, keeping his arms around you. You seek him and slide your hand to his length. You brush your fingers over his tip, eliciting a trembling gasp from him. A small whimper follows. 

“This kind of closer?”

“Yes”, he squeaks and grabs whatever he can of your upper back. 

“I missed this feeling. You’re so soft.”

“I missed you too. Ah please.”

“Kook…”

“Can I-”

“Yes.”

His left hand naturally dances down your body, trying to locate your clit. You drape your leg around him, giving him access. He connects his fingers with your heat, sending electricity through you.

“Holy fuck, I’m sensitive”, you get out and moan. You take his cock and begin jerking it. He grows hard rapidly. Just as you soak his fingers at a rapid speed. You want him. He wants you. Too long you had to go without each other.

“Me too. Ah mhm”, he gets out and buries two of his fingers inside you. 

“Bunny….”

“Mommy…”

You cradle his cheek, rub your thumb over his face and stub his nose with your own. Your hands work desperately between your bodies, the tension is growing embarrassingly fast. 

“Bunny, I missed you so much”, you keen and squeeze your eyes shut. It feels so good. His long fingers are filling you up while his thumb is rubbing circles on your clit. He is so sloppy and needy in his touch, which makes it all the better.

“Me too, Mommy”, Jungkook gets out and whimpers, “oh god.” 

Your hand is fast around his cock. You are calculated on normal days, but not tonight. There is no coordination in how you touch him, just pure and honest desperation. 

“I don’t wanna cum like this”, you croak.

“Close?”

“Yeah, it’s fucking stupid. Fuck”, you slide your hand to his hair so you could twist.

Jungkook moans, tilting his head back all on his own while his pouty lips brush against yours. You kiss without really kissing. Just featherlight touches, tickling moans and traces of your tongues. The tension between you and him becomes unbearable. You clench down on his fingers, feeling his cock throb in your hold.

“Bunny, I need your cock.”

“I need your pussy too, Mommy.”

“Good. Take out your fingers.”

Jungkook obeys, touching your hip instead. Neither of you care about the wet mess he leaves on your skin. It’s just another proof that you and he are finally reconnected again.

“Good boy”, you praise and shimmy down just a little so you can take his cock inside. There is no friction, no struggle, no pain. Just warmth and overwhelming pleasure.

“Holy fuck”, you whisper and push him in deeper. Past your entrance. Your warm walls engulf him.

Jungkook grabs you and accidentally scratches you. He couldn’t help it. He is with you again. No one feels like you. No one does.

“Ah!” the sound bounces off the walls. He trembles and pulls you closer, “Mommy.”

“Bunny.”

“Oh god, I’m home”, he whimpers and starts chasing you. 

Your leg is still around him, his thrusts go so deep like this. You are so filled up with him, so stuffed. You are eye to eye even if the complete darkness prevents you from seeing each other. But you don’t need light to see each other. Not you and not Jungkook. You have your hands and fingertips to see. You started it back in the stuffy sex club room you met in and perfected it over the years in your loving home. You know exactly how he looks right now and in return he knows as well.

“Bunny, oh god, my Jungkookie”, you get out and shake, pulling him closer by his hair. The darkness makes it feel all the more intense as you claim his lips in a passionate tongue kiss. The sounds of it mix with the desperate rutting your hips are doing. The rustling of the sheets is audible as well, as are the needy moans both of you choke out constantly. 

You are hot under the covers. Sweat has formed on the parts where you are pressed together. You pull each other closer regardless, basking in the heat because you had to live without it for far too long. This is the only way to melt with each other.

“I love you”, Jungkook gets out and kisses you again.

“-love- too”, is all you get out between your hungry kisses, but Jungkook knows regardless. Even without words he would know. From your kisses, your embrace and the way your pussy is convulsing around him. Jungkook knows every ridge, every bump, every inch of how you feel inside and being allowed to experience it right now is the only proof of love he needs. He is the man who you allowed to go in raw, even back when you pretended not to care. You claimed him and sealed his sweetest fate. You loved him enough that you wanted to be without barriers and you love him enough that you welcome him home right now.

“You feel so good”, you moan and rut against him before your lips suck on his lower lip needily.

Jungkook whimpers, spilling tears of ecstasy. He fucks into you, feeling his legs shake. He is so high on you.

This is fucking for the sake of reconnecting. This is emotional. Deeply, soul-consumingly emotional. Is it kinky? No. Will either of you last long? No. Will it stay in your minds as one of the most intense nights ever? Yes. Yes it fucking will. This is the kind of desperate, needy, passionate sex you can only have after you have been without each other for a long time. It is dumb. It is raw. It is carnal and it is the only good thing which comes out of having to be without the other. Because no amount of foreplay, kink or fetish will ever get you to the level of starvation than forced distance does.

And you are starving. Oh, you are parched and aching for each other. Jungkook fucks you as hard as he can, while you rut against him as roughly as you can. It results in these deep, fiery thrusts, which fills you with all his cock and in return makes him experience every inch of your pussy. 

You are burning up today. You are hot around him, as if you had a fever. Jungkook can barely breathe because of it, gasping for air between his desperate moaning. And you are soaking wet. Soft too. So soft. Jungkook scratches down your back and pulls you closer. His left hand cups your buttock and stills your hips this way. He pushes. The kiss breaks with your needy moan. You roll to your back just enough that Jungkook can prop himself up on his right elbow and use the angle to finally bottom out. Truly bottom out because the position finally gives him a chance to do so. Your leg is still around him, while the other is under his weight. You can feel his sculpted thigh shift and tense as he fucks you. His thrusts are sloppy and so perfectly uncoordinated that they seem coordinated. The mattress shakes because of it. 

You barely feel it because he is currently fucking the senses out of you. This is the kind of fuck which reminds you why he managed to steal your heart and the proof of why you could never want to leave him. It genuinely fucks every sense of control out of you and turns you into the neediest, wettest pillow princess in existence. Tonight it impacts you especially deeply, leaving you to arch your back and curl your toes.

“Bunny”, you moan embarrassingly high pitched, throwing your head back as best as possible while Jungkook shows off the strength of his hips, “Bunny, oh god. Ah Bunny.” 

“Mommy. So good, ah Mommy”, Jungkook moans and drops his head into the crook of your neck. He pulls you closer until your head rests on his right lower arm and you have his biceps brushing against your nose. The gentle headlock he has you in heals you from aches you didn’t even possess before. You are so safe like this. He smells hot. As if he is burning up.

“Bunny…”

You are burning up yourself, grasping his broad, muscular back as your only connection to sanity. He is making you cum and it’s happening soon.

“Don’t stop, please”, you beg.

“Mommy”, he moans and continues because he won’t ever ignore one of your begs. You don’t beg often, so when you do, Jungkook is overtaken with the need to fulfill your every wish. Which means a lot because he always wants to fulfill your every wish.

“You’re making me cum”, you choke out and sob softly as you hug him against you.

“Holy fuck”, Jungkook gets out and squeezes you strongly as your body falls into the high. You are so tight around him, burning up and throbbing. No wonder you are sobbing. Jungkook has to grit his teeth from how intense your orgasm feels to him and he isn’t even the one experiencing it. And there is one problem right now. He still needs it longer. He doesn’t know if he is holding back because he is greedy for more or if his body is just working this way right now, but he isn’t done even when you are already coming down. He needs more. He wants you longer.

You are soaking his cock, pulsating around him as you slowly recover and it’s fucking messing with him. He needs you. He needs you so bad.

Jungkook uses his strength and rolls you onto your back completely. His cock leaves you for a second, but you barely feel the disconnection as the darkness and your passed high leave you disoriented. Your legs are spread open, giving Jungkook a chance to take his cock and push it inside again.

Now you feel it. Now you’re whole again. You whimper, tensing up around him.

“Not done yet”, he rasps with his hand twisting the pillow next to your head. He bottoms out and chases you instantly. Fast and hard. He fucks the juices out of you, filling the air with the sounds of it just as he fills it with the sinful sounds of his naked body impacting with yours. The bed is sturdy and yet still croaks. His throaty grunts and guttural growls fill your ears as well. You know for a fact that he is frowning right now, gritting his teeth because he always does so when he fucks hard.

“Ju-Ju-Jungkook”, he fucks his name out of you. He is fucking his cock right against the spots which steal your sanity. You can’t stop getting wetter because of it. Every second with him feels fucking orgasmic, “Jungkook! Ah! Jungkook!”

You grip his arm. His muscles are so tense, bulging under your fingers as he drills you like an animal.

“Jun-Ju-Jungkoo-ook.” 

“Yeah, keep moaning my name Mommy”, he growls deeply and curses, “fuck, this is…fuck.”

“Jungkook, ah god Jungkook.”

“That’s it, Mommy. That’s it, keep moaning my name”, he encourages you and rewards you with harsher thrusts. Of course this wasn’t his final form yet. Not Jungkook. Not your husband. He will make you believe that the sex couldn’t get any better before showing you not to underestimate him. He fucks you deep into the mattress just as he fucks you deep into a blurred state of ecstasy.

You are utterly and entirely his right now. And you fucking like it, moaning his name as he rewrites your definition of pleasure one harsh thrust at a time. 

“I missed you”, he is using his deep voice to talk, “I thought of you, urgh, of you being mhm being cockstuffed with me, ah mhm I’m going crazy, Mommy. Fuck.” 

He could tell you everything right now and you would barely take it in. Your brain doesn’t work. You are so dumb right now. So utterly stupid. If you weren’t on your back, you would have drooled. Instead you sob his name and writhe desperately.

“Fuck”, Jungkook spits and growls. His hips stutter for only a second. This is how long he needs to find his composure again and then he is already drilling you again, pushing your body closer and closer to your orgasms, “have to go again?”

“Ye-yeah”, you keen, arching your back.

“Let go Mommy, I’m right here”, he tells you and cradles your cheek.

The touch is all that was missing. You break apart with a loud moan of his name and your fingers desperately twisting his hair. He fucked it out of you from the deepest parts of you, which makes it all the more intense. You can’t even moan as it happens. His name was all you managed to produce before your voice gave up on you. You can’t breathe either, lying there with your lips parted and your back arched as Jungkook drags heaven out of you.

Your second high gives him a hard time. The needy fucking he did brought him to the point where he has to let go even if he wanted to hold back longer. His cock aches, his balls feel tight and the tension in his stomach has reached a painful level. While your lungs aren’t working right now, his’ are working overtime, producing the neediest, quickest pants for air. He takes a deep breath and exhales it through his mouth, dropping his head into the crook of your neck.

“I’m gonna cum inside”, he moans in a pitched voice. His hips stutter, but don’t lose speed, “gonna creampie your pussy so hard. Holy fuck, Mommy.”

You wrap your legs around him, closing your arms around him as well while your left hand buries itself deep in his hair and your right grabs his tense ass. You are barely present yet, but the need to feel him paint your walls gives you enough strength to pull him close.

“I love you”, he chokes out and lets go. He isn’t silent like you were. He is loud. Oh so loud that after a few seconds he needs to muffle himself by sucking on your neck.

“I love you too”, you whimper, “my loving counterpart.”

“Oh”, he sobs and pulls you closer, “my soulmate”, he squeaks and tenses up again, “no-not done. Ah!”

“Let it all out, fill me up Bunny. Please don’t hold back.”

Jungkook paints you white until it drips out of you and his body’s strength forsakes him. The comedown is intense. Because Jungkook never stopped fucking you even after your high stopped, you never got to calm down and because Jungkook fucked himself to the point of ruin he feels just as needing for your embrace.

“Are you okay?” he whimpers.

“Yeah. You?” you get out.

“Yeah.”

He shivers and twitches on top of you, blanketing you in under his body weight and the real covers. They slipped off his back in the rough fucking so that now, they are only covering your lower bodies. You don’t feel cold because you have him keeping you warm.

Neither you nor him can talk for the first few minutes, sharing forced silence as your brains try to relearn how to speak. His ears are ringing, you can feel your pulse in your head. You are both sweaty, the heat grows in your bodies now that you are so melted together. His cock softens slowly, still filling you up and keeping most of his seed inside. Good. You don’t want him to leave yet.

You finally have him back after more than a month and you would be a fool to break the connection sooner than necessary. You know that sooner or later you will have to stop this. Not only because of your important post-sex pee, but also because Jungkook can’t fall asleep like this.

At least this is what you believe. Jungkook is in the midst of drifting off to sleep. Jetlag, stress and exhaustion are finally catching up with him. Now that his mind is cleared of that initial dulling desire for you, it is finally truly sinking in that he is back home. And being back home means comfort and sleep. Still being inside and having you cockwarm him while your fingers are drawing hearts on his back forces even more sleepiness to the surface. He is home. Sleep can finally come.

“Bunny?” you whisper, scratching up his back gently. Goosebumps follow your touch. He shudders as you drag shivers out of him.

“Hm”, the sound barely wants to leave him. It tickles your neck.

“Are you falling asleep?”

He nods his head slowly.

“Don’t”, you chuckle softly, shaking him by his back gently, “the post sex pee.”

“I’m tired”, he breathes and sighs, “so tired. Work…hell.”

“I know, Bunnybaby I know. But spending your break from it having an UTI is gonna suck.”

“Not yet. Please.”

You give up fighting him, exhaling deeply through your nose. He sounds so needing of what you currently have. You need it as well. 

“Fine”, you say and fish for the blanket to pull it over your bodies, “a few more minutes.”

You hug him against you, cradling the back of his head. Jungkook sighs and relaxes on top of you.

“I fucking missed you, Kook.”

“I missed you too.”

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Astro notes - 01

✨️ General Edition ✨️

Fire women look like goddesses in red. they're fine as fuck in red hair, red lipstick, red clothes, just red red red red (do it paint your hair red ❤)

Fire placements tend to eat while drinking water, and feel energetically refreshed by the water in general. They literally feel like they're reborn when they get out of the shower lol

If you have moon conjunct south node (or other personal planets maybe) in your venus persona chart, you probably will meet and even marry with a past life lover!

If you have personal planets in aries and sagittarius in water houses, you are as intuitive and spiritual as people with water personal planets, or even more than them

If they also have south node conjuncting personal planets, they will have many insights in past lives in general, they can tell you so many details to you, it's amazing

I love you so much people with personal planets in the 12th house, you are in my heart and you're very special <3

Every gemini needs a sagittarius in their lives and vice-versa, bitch we're soulmates (also every virgo needs a libra and vice-versa)

I've noticed married couples usually have the same moon or moon conjunct venus, or even both! So cute

If you feel emotionally connected to someone and you don't have the same moon sign, check your moon persona chart because you probably have their moon sign in it

Aquarius venus natives love so hard when they truly fall in love, but if this person break their hearts they will never look in their face again

Having the same vertex and north node as someone is a clear fated connection. the vertex feels like you'll always meet no matter what, the nn feels like you'll have the same journey in life. both will always share a deep knowledge with each other

What's up with 12th house synastry and this dreamy deja vu life you feel all the time when you're in love with them? I already understood we're connected universe, you can stop now...

Cancer rising men 👨‍👩‍👦 🤝 💏 women with 4th house placements. (in case you didn't understand, they want to have a family together and have such a nurturing love for each other)

Mars in 1st house in a platonic relationship will make the house person be personally annoyed by everything the mars does but deeply find it funny, and the mars will love to annoy the house (it's giving siblings/cousins vibes)

Actually moon conjunct ascendant in a friendship with two females will make them both see themselves in each other, but this will make them uncomfortable because they both think they're better than the other person. Usually the moon person wants to try a friendship but the ascendant person doesn't give a f or just finds the ascendant person too childish or annoying

If you're deeply and unconscioulsy afraid of water is not because you have 12th house/pisces placements specifically, it could be, but you probably died drowned in one of your lives

Don't think you don't have past lives connections just because isn't a personal planet conjuncting your south node in synastry, it could be any planet or calculation point, pr even asteroids, they're also important

Having moon conjunct placements double whammy in a friendship is an amazing thing to have and this friendship will probably last for a looong time (for ex: person A has moon conjunct person B's mars and person B has moon conjunct person A's jupiter)

Venus conjunct mars in aries in a composite chart is that couple that the chemistry never ends, they will always be on fire, burning for each other 🔥🔥 (specially if they also have earth placements)

If one of the angles conjunct your south node in synastry, it means you both still have business to solve in this lifetime, because it is also aspecting the north node

If someone's juno conjunct your south node in a platonic relationship, this person helped you to find your husband/wife in a past life, or just helped you two to get together

If it's a non platonic relationship, this person could be your husband or wife in a past life

12th house synastry in a non platonic relationship 🤝 both having the same intense dreams with each other at the same time. Also, if you're the planet person, it's easier for you to manifest the house person to dream of you!!

8th and 12th house synastry in a platonic relationship will cause conversations so interesting and spiritual, find a friend with these characteristic if you love these type of conversations

Is not that vedic astrology is more right than the western astrology, I think you just didn't look at the persona charts to get a better insight in your placements, do it sis please

People with a developed taurus mars or other placements have such a healthy relationship with food. If they also have a 6th house stellium they will really care for their body and health in general

If you have leo personal placements, you probably had a bad relationship with your hair when you were little

People with 6th house stellium + sagittarius placements have beautiful skin on their legs and body in general (fairer than in the face 😭) and get compliments a lot but also suffer from skin diseases if bad aspected

Moon conjunct ascendant is a good synastry aspect for non platonic relationships 💕

Look at the venus in your mars persona chart, you probably have a great chemistry with people who have the venus or mars on this sign in their natal! (for ex: person A has aquarius venus in their mars pc and person B is an aquarius venus in natal)

You probably feel weirdly attracted to the ethnicities you've had in your past lives.

North node conjunct descendant (in a platonic relationship): the nn person will help descendant person to get together with their husband in a way depending on the sign. ex: if it's in aquarius, it's through social media and probably a long distance relationship

South node conjunct ascendant: past life connection for sure!!!

That's it for now, have a great day guys! I'm so happy today... I'm sorry if I focused too much on past lives but I learned so much about it and I was really excited to share it here 💖 I'll probably be uptading this post sometimes

#astro notes #astrology notes #astro observations #astrology observations #past life astrology #past life #south node #astrology #aesthetic

[valiantstarlights]

Your work is so good and definitiely brightens up my day!

How do you think personal trainer Dream would react to finding out that Hob has to leave the country for an extended period of time due to work?

Would Hob be limping on his way to the airport? and be spoiled by random care packages (and other packages iykwim) from his clingy and insanely horny boyfriend? Sexy videocalls with heartfelt longing?

ALSO AWAITING YOUR VAMPIRE AU WITH BATED BREATH. THE ROMANCE OF DREAM CROSSING OCEANS OF TIME TO BE WITH HOB

Aww, thank you! 🖤 I'm glad I made your day brighter. 😊

And omgggg the Vampire!Dream Soulmate AU (a.k.a. Lord Dimitrescu!Dream AU) 🔥 I said I'll post the first chapter this week, but RL happened, and...👀 But the first chapter is complete! (I had it typed down and everything before I even wrote the prologue 😂) I just have to find the time to edit it. 😊

Okay, so about personal trainer!Dream being informed by Hob that he has to leave for an extended(!!!) period of time because of work stuff.

Honestly, my first thought is that Dream would drop everything and go with Hob wherever he's going because he's insane like that. 😂 But no! He's an adult. He has responsibilities.

Watch him become a sulky mess anyway and be more clingy than usual. He knows Hob has to go, and he won't try to dissuade him from leaving, but that doesn't mean he's happy that Hob has to leave. He can be supportive and mopey at the same time.

Like, Hob is an amazing person! Of course he deserves all the best career opportunities. 🔥 In fact, anyone would be lucky to be in his presence. Dream is just sad that, for the next few weeks/months, he won't be one of those lucky people. 🥺

During this time, I think Hob would also be clingy with Dream. He's nervous about the job assignment, living in a foreign country for a while, and he's very much not looking forward to being away from his boyfriend whom he loves, and who loves him just as much.

The night before Hob leaves, Dream is going to fuck him so good and slow that Hob would always blush at the memory of it, even months later.

And you know Dream would personally drive Hob to the airport and stay with him until Hob's plane absolutely has to leave. The other people in the airport will know just how much Hob is loved by his boyfriend because Dream is going to be so schmoopy and give him sweet, longing kisses while cupping his face in his hands like he's something precious. People will think that they're filming a romantic movie, and highkey want what they're having. 👀👌

And Dream sending care packages??? Yes.

Hob will receive the sweet care packages like, every couple of days. They're filled with (healthy and delicious) energy-boosting snacks, scented candles for relaxation, tea blends that Hob likes...just, all the things. (Maybe even a couple of Dream's shirts, because Hob misses him so much and his bed in this foreign land feels so empty 😭)

The other teachers in the conference/retreat/teacher exchange program(?) will see him always being sent care packages and be like, "Wow, your spouse is really going all out, huh?"

And Hob is like, "He's not my husband yet..." and then going blushy because Dream...as his husband... 🥰🥰🥰

The other people in the room will notice him openly daydreaming and be like, "Professor Gadling? Hello? No, I think we've lost him."

And of course Dream and Hob will video call each other daily. And after the spouse comment, I imagine the call will go something like:

Hob: I received the latest care package you sent me! 🥰 The other teachers said you're really going all out, but they referred to you as my spouse.

Dream, fiddling with the engagement ring he bought ages ago out of sight of the screen: Imagine that. 🥰

And Hob can't say, 'I did! I daydreamed about being married to you for like an hour straight, and I totally missed what everyone said during that time,' because that might sound too much for Dream to handle (spoiler: it's not), so he just says, "I'm so happy you're my boyfriend. 🥰 I never felt so loved in my life."

And then Dream will be totally normal about that and it will be all he thinks about until Hob returns. But he will return the sentiment, and add that Hob is the only one he wants to love for the rest of his life.

Dream: I...hope that's not too forward of me to say.

Hob, already crying: If you say that, then I should also tell you that when the other teachers said you were my spouse, I daydreamed for an entire hour imagining our life together. So...😭 Sorry if that's too much. 🥺

Dream, a feral bastard barely restraining himself from booking a plane ticket and proposing to Hob as soon as he lands: No, not at all. You know how much I love you.

Hob, crying harder: I love you too 😭

And that's pretty much the only time they didn't have phone sex during this period, probably. 😂

As for spicy care packages, realistically, I don't think Dream will send them? 👀 Because the packages are inspected, and Hob could get in trouble. However, that's not to say that Hob doesn't have toys with him. It's just that he probably already had them in his luggage when he left. 😂

I think the toys that Hob brought with him are all very discreet and travel-friendly, though. And most days, they're definitely not enough, because he got spoiled by the size of Dream's cock and his scorching touches back home. But he can do nothing about it because he doesn't want either of them to get in trouble. So he just has to satisfy himself with what he has.

That doesn't stop him from whining that he wishes Dream were there to fuck him in person when they have video call sex, though. He would be plunging his own fingers in and out of his hole, tiny bullet vibrator against his cock, crying that it doesn't feel the same as when Dream does it to him. Hob does gets to cum every time they have video call sex, but it's mainly due to Dream's lustful voice praising him for being so good and obedient, and how he can't wait for Hob to get back so they could start training his hole again, which has tightened up considerably when they parted 😏 Can Hob even take Dream's cock when he returns? Or will they have to go back to thigh and titfucking?

Suffice to say, their phone sex sessions test Dream's self-control about booking a flight to where Hob is and giving him everything that he wants. 😂

Hob is gonna be so tight when he returns, and Dream is looking forward to training him again. 😏

When Hob is finally(!!!) scheduled to return, Dream clears out a week of his schedule. He doesn't fucking care. Hob has been gone for (what feels like) ages. And his siblings, having witnessed how mopey he became almost as soon as Hob's plane left the ground, are like, "Yeah. Have the week off. Heck, have two weeks off. Just get out of here with your sad cat looks."

(Dream takes the two weeks off.)

And then he's off to fetch Hob from the airport.

I don't think Dream would have a huge welcome banner or balloons, but he'll for sure have a bouquet that will mean something like, 'I went insane when you were gone and I'm so glad you're back because I can't live a single day without you.'

And once again, the people in the airport will think that Dream and Hob are filming a romantic movie because Hob will run excitedly towards Dream, and Dream will speedwalk towards Hob like he's competing in the Olympics, and when they collide, Dream will lift Hob up in an embrace as they kiss like long lost lovers.

Then, once they're home, Dream will prove to Hob (for two weeks) that actual sex is better than video call sex. 😏

And just when they're about to sleep, Hob would confess that this is one of the things he missed the most when they were apart: him falling asleep next to Dream. He'll say he missed being held safe in Dream's arms, and pressing his ear against Dream's chest to hear his heartbeat, while feeling Dream's breath ruffle his hair.

Dream will once again be extremely normal about this, and shower Hob with kisses. He's thinking if he should pull some strings with his academic contacts, to make sure that, in the future, Hob will have more control over where his work will take him, and for how long. Because while he wants Hob to be by his side 24/7, ultimately, it's Hob who gets to decide how much time he'll spend where.

(And of course, Hob will always choose to be with Dream. 🥰)

#personal trainer dream AU #ask and you shall receive #dreamling #the sandman #my writing #good job my thumbs #it is important to me that they're insane about each other but in a healthy manner 😂 #anyway I want what they're having ✨️ #also tagging this as #vampire dream soulmate AU #lord dimitrescu dream AU

[florencemtrash]

What’s your fave part abt Y/N and Miguel’s relationship in Hummingbird?

OOOOoooooooOOOoohh a question! And a great question at that! Thank you for asking *taps notecards on the podium and pulls up a detailed power point presentation* *adjusts spectacles*

I think my favorite part about Y/n and Miguel's relationship is how they're able to overcome the complexities of a multiverse-spanning relationship to build something that's uniquely their's.

For Y/n, she knows she cares for Miguel and she knows she loves him relatively early on, but she worries that she's just a replacement for his alternate universe wife. It's this implicit worry she has that looms over all of their interactions with one another: what if we only like each other because other versions of us were married? What if he's thinking of her every time he's with me? What if this isn't really a choice we've made to love each other, but something predetermined by the multiverse?

For Miguel, he grapples with imposter syndrome because for a while, he was an imposter. He was filling a role that didn't belong to him as Gabriella's father and as AU Y/n's husband, so when he finally has an opportunity to develop a real relationship with Y/n, he doesn't know how to handle it. The constant fear of messing up again holds him back: what if I lose Y/n again? What if I'm breaking the rules of the multiverse to be with her? What if I'm not breaking the rules of the multiverse, and I can actually be with her?

But the fact that they jointly decide to say "Fuck it. I want you and I want to make this work. Even if the universe decides this is how it's supposed to be. Even if the universe decides this isn't how it's supposed to be. I want you," I think, is really special.

The significance of what might have been in the past, or what might have been in another universe, pales in comparison to the very concrete experienced love they have for one another.

Whew. I did not think I had so many things to say about a fictional relationship with a fictional character that I wrote fanfiction for, but here we are.

Damn, the concept of the multiverse and multiversal soulmates is so cool.

*steps off podium* *shuts off powerpoint*

Love,

Florence B.

For any poor soul who stumbled upon this post out of context: Hummingbird <- masterlist of a Miguel x Reader fanfic I wrote

#miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #atsv x reader #miguel o'hara x wife reader #across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse

[strawberryspence]

I wrote this so I can remix it. This fic but Steddie version. Steve's concussions comes back biting his ass at 55, this time in the form of Alzheimer's. He starts forgetting about stuff, starts forgetting about where he placed his keys, forgetting about dates.

Then it progresses to something worse, Steve starts going to places and completely forgets where he is, he forgets what he's doing in the middle of the day, forgets how to drive. The tipping edge is when completely forgets who Max is.

They bring him to the Doctor, and the Doctor diagnoses him with Alzheimer's.

It's Eddie's worst fear brought to life. The love of his life slowly forgetting him, slowly forgetting the life they've built together. The strongest man he's ever known, the same man who carried his half bleeding body while he was also bleeding out of hell, he's health deteriorating in front of him.

Steve tries to track it all down, tries to write as much as possible, scrap books for a whole week straight, piecing together pieces of memories.

There's good and bad days. Steve almost always remembers Eddie. Robin moves to their home, bringing Nancy with her. It's exactly how they lived in the 90's but now Steve's the one they take care of.

The good days are the best. Steve can walk on his own, and do stuff on his own. He knows his way in his own home. He calls the Party, asks them how they are and talks to their kids and asks them how they are. He eats dinner with the girls and Eddie, asks them how work is. They sleep together, it's like any other normal night with his husband.

The bad days. The bad days come frequent. Eddie can handle it. Steve has taken care of each and everyone of them in the last 35 years, this is nothing. But there are days when he can't, when he can't handle the vacant look in his lover's eyes, that's when Robin and Nance takes over.

There are days where it's so bad they can't even call it bad. Eddie will give Robin and Nance a look and they will know. It's okay, Eddie can do this. He can open a scrap book and show Steve their wedding day. He can tell him that Will and Mike, yeah, they got married too. Max and Lucas have kids. El's a daycare teacher. Dustin's a doctor. He can retell their life story to him because he's always done this. He can tell Steve for what he thinks is the 22nd time, that Hop died back in 2019 from lung cancer. He can tell Steve that Joyce passed away 6 months after that. He can hold him through the grief again. He can hold him as he mourns over his adoptive parents death like he hasn't before.

Eddie will love him through the world ending, through storm and rain, through heaven and earth opening up. There's nothing that can make him stop loving this man.

The kids visit frequently. They don't care if it's a bad day or a good day. They visit Steve when they can. Brings old photos and new stories. The flights get pretty expensive, but no one fucking cares.

Robin isn't even phased. She will love and care for him in any shape or form, even if there's days where he doesn't know who she is. She's been there for everything in his life and she swears not even Alzheimer's can tear her apart from her soulmate. Steve can forget about her, but Robin knows his soul will never do.

This is nothing. Because this is Steve. Steve who took care of them since they were as young as 13. Steve who didn't stop caring for them even if they were well into their 30's. Steve who airmails them a care package when they're sick, when you're close enough he will make you a bowl of soup. Steve who knitted them scarfs and mittens for one christmas because he can't stand seeing them cold. Steve who offered up his life for them and will still do it today without a doubt.

It's nothing. Because it's for Steve.

#i am actually very sorry about this one #daerants #steddie rants #daeheadcanons #dae writes #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie ficlet #steddie headcanon #tw alzheimers

[justanother-anon]

Okay so something I want to write but don't have the time for now the previously promised selkie au

Very vaguely outlined

Steve's mom is a selkie

That's why she follows his father around

The pool where barb died is now salt water

Steve is pretty because male selkies were very pretty 

Just the facts 

When he was little his mom held onto his coat

As he got older he controls both holding it and what it looks like

In highschool it is his letterman

After highschool it ends up looking like any number of thing but most frequently it's a sweater

Robin find out by wandering in to his house while he is transformed in the pool in the back 

She thinks his selkie version is the coolest thing and that his coat is the softest thing. 

He is very very careful with his coat

Until in the chaos of the upside down he knows he cannot transform so he leaves it on the boat with robin gently folding and giving it to her (not chucking it at eddie like in cannon)

Except somehow like in cannon it gets handed to eddie because chaos 

Robin brings it with her when she goes through the portal because that's her platonic soulmates link to life to not being miserable 

At she saves it from being torn up as bandage 

Ties it around her waist

In the trailer when they go through she takes it off intending to give back to steve then nancy happens and she shoves it at eddie in order to find a tape

Eddie then has it and its clearly important so he will take care of it because robin seems to be guarding it with her life and he gets having things that seem innocent being important

Steve asks her for it while in the hospital and she just panics because where the fuck did it go

She knows she had it, he knows she had it and Steve knows she was not careless with it; it's just how the upside down happens. He is still scared and she feels like shit because he's crying on her shoulder and scared of losing a part of himself and getting stuck like his mom

Eddie's turn

Eddie's mom was stolen from the sea. What were the chances the day she was on the beach his father just happened to be out smoking during which he stole her coat. 

She had to stay with him 

She was kind to her son who had gotten the selkie looks 

Big brown eyes that could stop the world 

She hid his coat with her brother in law

Where her husband couldn't find it 

Told her brother-in-law as much as she could 

Eddie sometimes wonders if she knew it was coming 

Without being able to go to the sea she died and there was nothing he could do about it

He found he wasn't as picky as long as there was water he could transform in and he felt fine. 

He spent the week of his 13th birthday figuring out how to change his coat form like he wanted to after wayne gave it to him to take care of himself

Then later on when people started to bother him more and more, he figured it was inevitable someone was going to spray him with water or something when he was wearing his jacket and learned how to swim without transforming. 

~I don't know what goes here this is just a basic outline need to figure this out if you have suggestions I'll take them~

Eddie realizes he has Steve's sweater and wants to keep it (and does for a couple extra days) around the same time Steve does who is going through the same feeling and experience. And when Eddie knocks on Steve's door and hands him his sweater as Steve is out the door to give Eddie his jacket they recognize the reaction in the other and finally do something about the chemistry because they already have more in common than they do apart. 

Hands each other their jackets only to spiderman pointing meme at each other

Also oops now according to our customs that we apparently both share were married

Cue them calling Steve's mom in a semi panic and digging through everything Wayne has on selkie traditions from Eddie's mom

They can figure it out and you know selkie magic they keep on drawing near to each other (it's not sure they're bound together now but it doesn't just work from nothing if they wanted nothing to do with the each other they would have nothing to do with each other

Insert tender scene about eddie teaching Steve how to swim in his jacket without it transforming

El should know their is something diffrent about Steve but it's him being a selkie and she doesn't exactly have a good grasp of normal so she knows the whole time but doesn't say anything till Dustin finds out and freaks out

And they fall in love more than they were at the begining

Again this is up for grabs because I don't currently have time to do more than this

As always dedicating all ideas to @corrodedcoughin for getting me into this ship whither they know it or not

-✏️

#steddie #selkie au #have fun guys #steddie au #of course robin knows she know everything about him #and they deserve to have that conversation

[lacilou]

I'll start out by saying that I'm a 45 year old woman. I'd like to think I've learned a few things in my journey. My entire life does not revolve around every minute detail of the SPNverse and/or the actors associated with the show. I love the show. I love the characters. And I absolutely adore Jared & Jensen. Now I could just let this go and ignore it, buuuut I can't. What in the hell is wrong with people?! The pernicious, monomaniacal, fatal attraction-like zealots who have crossed a line by pushing their narrative onto the ACTORS and not the fictional characters. These actors are people, just like us. They have families, jobs, stress, kids, and car payments. They are fellow human beings. One, you do not personally know these people. Their personal lives are theirs and theirs alone. Two, your malicious desires for J2 to have a relationship that YOU want them to is terrifying. You cannot put YOUR narrative onto other people just because YOU want it to be true. These men have spent 15 years working together, starting in their younger, formative years. They grew up together. They've been through all the ups and downs we all have. Just because they act doesn't mean it's an easy job. Fifteen years of the entire scope of emotions. They started young and by the time the show ended, they had fell in love with their spouses. They had children. Their families are extremely close. As best friends, brothers who went through the trenches together for 15 years, their love language is physical.

These men love each other. And yes, I think they're soulmates. But what some of you don't seem to understand is that there are many different forms of love and diverse kinds of soulmates. This does NOT mean they are romantically linked. In my 45 years, I have found three soulmates: my husband, my best friend of 40 years, and my mother. My BFF and I absolutely love each other. We hug. We hold hands. We act just like Jared & Jensen do. We're not romantically linked. We are absolutely in love; a sister-from-another-mister kind of love.

Some of you are so vicious and mean that that it affects not just J2, but their families. You treat them like circus monkeys, making them do whatever it is you want. They give their time, their blood, sweat and tears for all of us and some of you take it for granted. There will come a time when they have both had enough of the drama, the hate, the lies, the ungratefulness that the toxic part of this Fandom spews. And then we'll all miss out. And knowing how some of you are, you'll just turn around and hate on them for doing that. Leave these memories alone. Sure, be fans. Love them, support them, take comfort in them, but don't put YOUR narrative onto them. It's disrespectful, it's dangerous and it could ruin lives. Oh, one more thing - one of you mentioned Jared & Gen's "couples vacations"...well, when you're married and in love with said spouse (and you have the money to take these extravagant trips), you take VACATIONS TOGETHER. Maybe once you find your person, and you travel with them, you'll understand why Jared & Gen take so many vacations together. Also, he works so fucking hard and is away from his family going from convention to convention that he NEEDS these trips to rekindle their love. I'm just sick and tired, and beyond baffles, with some of this Fandom. Do better. Be better people. Massive eye roll on this childish post.

Lesson to learn: Their lives are none of our fucking business. They give us so much of themselves already. To us. And what do some of us give them in return? Lies. Your narratives. Insults thrown at their wives and families. All this on a public forum!! That's cyberbullying. And it's cowardly, childish & leads to nothing but trouble.

J2 are brothers for life. I said what I said.

#jensen ackles #jared padalecki #brothers for life #supernatural #spn family #best friends #grow up #toxic fandom

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Propaganda masterpost for Vash the Stampede and Nicholas d. Wolfwood (Trigun)

Shoutout for probably the most detailed propaganda submitted!

As another character canonically said: "They are accustomed to fighting as a team". And he was right. As many tumblr bloggers have pointed out: "they're always fighting back to back and covering the other's blind spot". And all those people are right.

Jesus and Judas coded, Vash explicitly said that he “wanted to share his tomorrows” with Wolfwood, have risked their lives for each other, the church scene: they shared a bottle of alcohol labeled “Bride”, confetti rained down on them, and the church bells rang.

I almost clicked on canon because I forgot the strong subtext is still subtext. There's so much wedding imagery in their last scenes together I have to remind myself they're not actually married. They make each other better, they save each other's lives or each other's dreams, they take care of each other's burdens. Their final scene together is implied to be a wedding L O L

Must a couple kiss or have a declaration of love to be an official canon couple? Is it not enough for them to (canonically) want to spend the rest of their life together? Is it not enough for them to (canonically) notice each other's smiles and be happy when the smiles come from real happiness and be content and relaxed in each other's presence? Is it not enough for them to (canonically) risk their life to protect each other's life and each other's home? Is it not enough for one of them to (canonically) break free from the cult that gave him life-long trauma to save the other? Is it not enough for the other to (canonically) be ready to die to protect the one who betrayed him, who saved him, who risked it all to break him free from months-long torture? Is it not enough for them to (canonically) share their last scene next to each other in front on a church while the bell rings and confettis fall and they're holding a bottle whose brand is "Bride"? Is it not enough for the one who's dying to (canonically) stop the other's last words to him? Who'd want their partner to become a literal widower on their figurative wedding day? Is it not enough for the one who's left to (canonically) lose half of his remaining lifeforce in grief and to protect his late partner's corpse and home and resting place? Is it not enough for the one who's left to (canonically) finally let go of the self-imposed moral obligation he had lived by for a century and a half, while crying and thinking of the other, to protect what the other gave his life to save? Tell me, should I have clicked on "canon" instead? Is it not enough for them to (canonically) fight incredibly in synch from the very first time they fight together? Is it not enough for them to (canonically) be okay with letting the other fight by himself what he needs to fight by himself, because they both know the other needs it, but be ready to finish what the other can't? Is it not enough for them to (canonically) have fighting styles that complement each other? Is it not enough for other characters to (canonically) see them and immediately think that they're "accustomed to fighting as a team"? Is it not enough for them to be pitcher and catcher, positions often called husband and wife, in the author's own official high school baseball AU? Is it not enough for the author to call them soulmates in the presentation of his own official high school baseball AU?

they both are fucking cringe as hell and they suck really bad. they are also narrative foils for each other. something deeply sexual about that to me tbh.

theyre both gunmen and wws a priest with big boobs and vash is a 150 yr old pacifist whos also a plant

#saved the funniest ones (5 and 6) for last #trigun #vashwood #nicholas d wolfwood #vash the stampede #coupleganda masterposts

[daughterofthereaper02]

I promise I’m not always this sad but I’m craving something angsty - what if reader was dating (or married in an au) Rooster and Hannix and they were all away on a mission except her and she had to give birth without them there because there was no way for them to get there in time (a premature birth so no one could have known she’d give birth while they were gone). And during the birth she had to FaceTime them so they could witness it - maybe her being in labour was a long process so they had to keep calling back every few hours but they did see the moment the baby arrived, lots of tears and sad but kinda happy too. Only if your comfortable with this request :)

A/N: Bestie, be as sad as you want. We love angst in this household, we thrive on it. This will be a Soulmate Au and a Mavericks daughter reader, just for some ✨spice✨

You stood by your window, hand on your belly as you felt your daughter kick. Your husband's and wife were on a mission and due to you being pregnant and on maternity leave, you were at home. They left two weeks ago and the earliest they could get back was in three weeks. You were just hitting 36 weeks of being pregnant and you were handling it well. Your dad was a massive help to you throughout it while they were gone.

Another cramp went through you and you winced, you checked the time and saw it was closer. You were starting to worry, 'I can't be going into labor, can I? It's way too early!' you thought to yourself.

Maverick was in the kitchen, fixing the broken sink because you couldn't be bending down to work on it. You never heard him calling your name, too far lost in your thoughts. You finally snapped out of it as you heard your name louder, as you turned you felt a gush of water go down your legs. You felt all the blood drain from your face "No" you whispered. Your father stared also "Oh boy" he said and you shook your head "No! It's too early! They're not here!" You cried, your heart pounding rapidly. You could barely breathe as you started crying. Maverick cupped your cheek "Honey, breathe. You have to breathe, you need to get to the hospital. Your baby girl is coming" he said. You nodded and got yourself together shakily.

The trip to the hospital was a blur and eventually you were in bed, gripping your father's hand as you went through another contraction. Maverick managed to get your wife and husbands in the phone finally and you gave them a tired grin "Hi guys... " You told them, a tear slipping down your cheek. "What's wrong baby?" Bradley asked. "I'm in early labor" you said, getting right to it. "What? But you're not-" Natasha started "Due for another month-" you grunted "I know." You finished, your body relaxing after the contraction.

You talked to them and the nurse checked you but you weren't dilated enough yet. You were in the labor process for a while, they were keeping a close eye on you because of how early you were.

They kept calling back and each time you were becoming more and more of a mess. "I can't do this!" You sobbed when they had to hang up again "I can't!" You cried to your father as he held you. Maverick pushed the hair off your face "Yes, you can. You are so strong honey, so strong" he murmured. "Fuck the government. They're keeping my soulmates from me when I need them the most" you cried. Your father didn't correct you, knowing you were in agony right now.

The nurse checked again and finally you were able to push. Your father gripped your hand and you never saw your wife and husbands were back on FaceTime. You screamed in pain as you pushed, your head falling back and you sobbed "I need them daddy, I can't" you whimpered. Another moan of pain came out of you and you gripped his hand tighter. "This isn't how it's supposed to be" you cried, sweat pouring down your face. You faintly heard Nat, Bradley, and Jake saying they were there as you continued to push. Over and over you were being told how good you were doing and how strong you were.

Suddenly you heard a little cry break through the room. You collapsed back and smiled as your small daughter was placed on your chest. She was so tiny against your chest "Hi baby girl, welcome to the world" you whispered, putting your finger close for her to grip it. You looked at your dad through teary eyes but he had his phone facing towards you so you could see your wife and husbands. They all had tears going down their faces. You winced as you moved but turned so they could see your daughter despite her being bloody. "Bradley, Jake, Nat, meet our daughter. Sweetie, meet your Papa, Dad, and Mom" you smiled. "Oh Y/n" Nat said "She is beautiful" she smiled. You reluctantly let her go to get checked and cleaned. "Sweetheart, we'll call back soon. You did so good love" Jake told you softly. You nodded and you went through getting cleaned up and stitched up before they brought your little girl back.

You held her close to your chest. "We're going to keep you and your daughter overnight but because she made it to 36 weeks and everything seems good, you'll be able to go home with her tomorrow Mrs. Seresin-Bradshaw" the doctor told you. You nodded and looked down at your baby, tears falling. The next three weeks you would still be on your own taking care of her. You named her the agreed name, Nicole Seresin-Bradshaw.

It wasn't long before you were able to talk to them again and you breast feed her as you talked. "She is small but I can bring her home tonight. I'll be sure to send you lots of videos and pictures" you told them with a smile. "We wish we could be there sweetie" Bradley told you. "I know but I also know that duty calls. If this were Natasha here I would be the same way as you guys. We roll with the punches here. But little Nicole is already an angel" you said with a big grin.

Three weeks later, two days before they were supposed to be home, you heard a knock at the door. It was weird because your dad usually texted before. Holding Nicole, you walked to the door, you knew you looked like a mess. Your hair was a mess, dark bruises under your eyes, you had stains all over your clothes, and a sleeping baby in your arms.

Slowly you opened the door "Hello?" You said tiredly before looking up. You teared up as you saw Natasha, Bradley, and Jake in uniform, holding their bags. Natasha had chocolates and a teddy bear, Jake had flowers and a new bib, and Bradley had your favorite bubble bath and new pacifier. "Surprise Mama" Jake said softly. You quickly let them in so they could put the stuff down. "My loves, meet your almost three week old daughter, Nicole Seresin-Bradshaw" you told them softly. You handed her carefully to Natasha first and watched as her face softened and a look of complete love took over her face. You forced back a yawn, not letting yourself ruin the moment. Soon Jake and Bradley both held her before she started to cry her head off.

You laughed at their looks of terror thinking she hated them. As soon as you took her and let her breastfeed she was happy. "Growing baby, remember?" You smiled. They went to hug you but you stopped them "I have throw up on my shirt, no hugs yet" you told them.

A few hours later you were getting out of a warm bath and coming downstairs. You found Jake on the couch with Nat and Bradley on either side, your daughter nestled on his bare chest. You leaned on the door frame tiredly and smiled. "She loves you all already. She won't stop crying around everyone besides Dad and I." You told them.

You came over and snuggled into Bradley's side tiredly as you watched your daughter sleep in Jake's arms. That was the first time you slept in a while and that was the first time Nicole slept really well also

#top gun: maverick #top gun #bradley bradshaw #rooster top gun #bradley bradshaw imagines #pete 'maverick' mitchell #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw x reader #maverick #rooster x reader #jake 'hangman' seresin x reader #jake 'hangman' seresin #jake seresin #hangman #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #natasha trace x reader #natasha 'phoenix' trace #natasha trace

[lemonhemlock]

Thoughts on rhaencient?

and

Thoughts on rhaencient

and

What are ur thoughts on rhaenyra and alicents relationship?

i hear your grievances and i have come to address them!

what can i say, anons. this was one of the changes i really liked from the books. by making alicent rhaenyra's age, they removed the frankly overdone evil stepmother trope. or, rather, by making them childhood companions, they subverted it in an unexpected way. it's really "shut up or i'll fuck ur dad" only with extra layers of tragedy.

i thought their dynamic was really well done actually? i loved how they were framed. alicent helping rhaenyra dress before her ceremonial investiture. the twin faces of sorrow when viserys announces he will marry alicent in the small council room. the deleted scenes of rhaenyra helping alicent in her wedding dress. the hand-holding after the tapestries farce! the "alicent, your grace, sister"!!!! i was obsessed with THE GIRLS in the first half of the show!

i've noticed that the gay subtext really flies over a lot of people's heads & i think it's bc it's more socially-acceptable for girls to display physical affection towards each other than it is for men. so it's easier for viewers to resort to the traditional reading that "they're just gal pals". i was v disappointed with some male asoiaf reviewers i've watched since so many elements that had to do with womanhood were completely invisible to them. it was so jarring. but there was this permeating sense of YEARNING and melancholic tension that emanated out of these two, like you could sense they were meant to be soulmates

i think it's fair to say that rhaenyra is probably a bisexual woman (esp if we also take into account her dalliance with laena in the books), as she seems to also be very comfortable within relationships with men. but, for alicent, i don't really think she knows what she is. that exploration of self was denied to her and her feelings for rhaenyra were misdirected the moment she was forced to have children & fear for their lives. there's also this little-discussed facet of alicent as a queer woman shoved inside a very traditional female matronly role from a very early age. coerced into having old man sex with her decaying husband, impregnated against her will, just very generally developing a noxious relationship with sex. whereas rhaenyra is afforded the opportunity of reveling in romantic love and inhabits the role of motherhood from a much calmer, more balanced perspective

i've already spoken about the symbolism of The Page in the final third of this post, but alicent & rhaenyra are such representatives of their houses' respective ideologies: soft power & diplomacy vs conquest & claiming. alicent wants to tame rhaenyra. rhaenyra wants to ravish alicent. they could have MAYBE balanced each other out in a utopic world where they would have just been allowed to BE & it's so jarring to see how they're torn apart by gross old men who barter with women's bodies and convince themselves they are doing what's right for them & their families. but ofc it's also The System TM as a whole at fault here. no one wins, no one is happy, no one is safe under patriarchal feudalism.

the breakdown of their relationship doesn't happen overnight, it's a ruin dismantled brick by brick by them, their fathers, the society that has no place for them to explore their bond, the bankruptcy of empathy, the failure of trust, but still they cling onto each other whenever they are rewarded a moment of respite!

#rhaenicent #alicent/rhaenyra #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #alicent should be present in the show when sunfyre devours rhaenyra #begging her son to show mercy even now in the 11th hour stepping up to save rhaenyra's arse #but at this point aegon has suffered too much & lost too much #the ONE time he disobeys mother #bc he just #cannot #anymore #and it has to end #they all have to end #aegon as one broken piece of flesh torn apart from alicent's body that will end up destroying his mother's soul mate to save her #*screams into a pillow* #ask #anon #asoiaf ships #rhaenyra/alicent

[oh-surprise-its-me]

So I'm writing of chris not remembering Ron, but!! The opposite.

Maybe an accident during a mission, or perhaps when he's home. Bad enough that Ron forgets pretty much everything.

He sees Chris and Tom (maybe Jake too, or everyone, depending on when it happens), he says Tom's name and they're like well, It makes sense, he knew him the most, before realizing the name is on the tag of his uniform, and that was why. He read it.

They try to be hopeful, he will remember, at one point or another, but damn-- it's painful to have your boyfriend/husband (in Tom's case his platonic, once upon a time not so much, soulmate) not remembering you.

Omg I can’t wait to read your version. I love how we hurt them <3

It’s like 1995 when this happens so Jake is 7ish.

He hits his head again. That’s the first thing Tom knows when they eject. Ron is conscious this time when they fall into the water. He throws up as soon as they stop rocking. “Tired Tommy. Head hurts gonna sleep for a while.” Tom starts screaming. He can’t help it.

-

When Chris gets the call he drops a glass in the middle of the kitchen. Jake comes running from the other room. “It’s okay. It’s fine. Sorry baby. We’re gonna clean this up and then drive to the base okay? Your dad just got back with Uncle Tom.”

Jake let’s out a cheer. “Baby.” Jake turns. “Your dad got a bit hurt this last time okay? We need to see how he is before tackling him.” Jake’s eyes go wide. He nods. “Go back a bag hon.” He takes off.

Chris doesn’t want to lie to Jake but he can’t help it.

Ron had been surrounded by people. The tiny brown haired one kicked them all out with a promise of coming back eventually. He knows the tall blond is the one he was in a plane with. Knows his name is Tom and he got excited when Ron said his name and then crushed when he pointed at the name tag. Tom’s been crying a lot. Ron also knows he has a wedding ring on, he doesn’t know who he’s married to.

He doesn’t know a whole lot right now. A small blond child sticks their head into the room. “Dad?” Oh Tom must have a kid. God that had to of been terrifying for Tom to leave his kid. He’s proven right when Tom picks the kid up with a kiss to the head.

“Who’s this Tommy?” Ron watches as Tom flinched at the name. Odd. “This here is Jake Seresin. Isn’t he adorable.”

Ron nods, he’s a cute kid. Small. But cute. He waves.

Ron doesn’t know why but there’s a sensation of joy when he looks at Jake. He must be happy for Tom.

A smaller blond man walks into the room. Ron gets that tug of joy again. But he has no clue who the man is. Clearly he’s been crying. “Are you okay?” The man blinks at him. “Tommy take Jake down to get a cookie please.” Tom looks around for a second and this kisses the blond’s head. “You got it Chris.”

Oh. Oh.

Now the feeling in Ron’s chest is pain. He can’t place why. He definitely likes Tom, he seems like a great guy. He should be happy for him that he’s able to have a family.

The man, who’s name is apparently Chris, sits on the chair closest to the bed. “You remember me at all?”

Ron shakes his head. “No. But you caused the heart monitor to beep faster so I think I should.”

Chris laughs. God this is insane. “You know who Jake is?” Another head shake no. “My kid. Your kid. Fuck. Our kid.”

Ron blinks. “You’re lying. I could never score someone like you and have a kid.”

Chris opens and closes his hands. “Frankly I’m not sure you’re allowed to have opinions about what you think right now considering you didn’t even remember Tommy.”

Ron guesses that’s a fair point if he knew what it meant. “Docs say you can come home in a week. You might remember by then or you won’t. It will be fine either way. I’ll take care of you.”

Ron smiles. He trusts Chris. Can’t place why but knows he can.

Jake comes back into the room with Tom trailing behind him. Jake stands next to the bed looking at Ron. He has a weird sense of déjà vu where he thinks this isn’t the first time Jake’s stood there like that.

He picks him up and tucks him under his arm. Jake lights up. Chris has a cute kid.

They have a cute kid.

God Ron has a kid.

“Wanna color my Spider-Man book?” Ron come out of his panic. “Absolutely kiddo.” Jake smiles up at him. Chris has slid over and is whispering with Tom.

They color almost all the pages until Jake stars to crash. Ron lays down more. Jake crawls onto him. He’s fully laying on Ron’s chest tiny as hell. Ron smiles and kisses his head. “Sleep chickie.”

He doesn’t know why he says it. He just knows it’s right. He drifts off listening to Jake breathe.

He misses Chris’s gasp in the corner and how Tom has to catch him from collapsing.

————

Six weeks after the crash it’s all mostly back to him. He can’t believe he forgot Chris and Jake. Fuck, and Tom.

He’s foggy on names still but the doctors said that’s to be expected. He can remember names of things in polish and not English. Jake has to play translator at the store some times, Ron’s suddenly thankful they live in a smaller town. Most people know what happened. They all try to help him if he struggles for too long.

Chris sobbed when Ron kissed him and said he loved him. To be fair that was in the first two weeks. Ron didn’t totally remember him but he knew how much he loved this man.

Fortunately Jake is very go with the flow. He helps around and likes to tell stories if Ron forgets things.

The doctors say he’ll be fine eventually. He knows he might never get everything back but he’ll have what’s most important.

#ron slider kerner #chris seresin #ron slider kerner x chris seresin #slider x original male character #jake hangman seresin #young jake seresin #tom iceman kazansky #I don’t know how head injuries like this work so I made it up ! #it’s 3am here so there might be mistakes I’ll check in the morning or you’re welcome to point them out Aki #top gun #slider is jakes dad

[delirious-donna]

Heya! You doing good? Hope so. I saw your most recent oneshot you did for an anon here and honestly, I loved your writing really really much! You describe so well and it makes me feel relaxed that I can now read something with ease. Can I make a request this time, only if you aren't busy with other work. I'm a smut-type of person lol so it's gonna be Nsfw. But you can always make it fluffy smut (my favorite). I'll use the previous anon's format since it'll make things easy for you, probably.

Pairing : Natsu & Lucy

Rated : M (Smut)

Summary/Prompt : Natsu brings a beautiful bouquet of rare and unknown flowers for his wife, which he found on his way back home. What he doesn't know is that those aren't ordinary flowers, they're magical and they emit a strange but intoxicating scent from time to time. The scent arouses whoever inhales it to the point they almost go into forced heat.

Unknowingly, Lucy accepts the mysterious flowers but in a few minutes, the buds start permeating the air with their trap. Both Natsu and Lucy feel the sudden urge to jump each other like rabbits, not knowing the reason. But who cares? They can think about it later.

For now, they'll just take care of the growing need in their bodies. Natsu doesn't waste a single second before throwing Lucy over his shoulder and carrying her to the bedroom. Things ensue there.

Smell So Good [NaLu]

an: Hi Anon! Thanks for the prompt, I do love writing Nalu smut so this was a fun one to put together. I hope you enjoy it!

pairing: Natsu Dragneel x Lucy Heartfilia

warnings: NSFW, smut drabble, sex pollen, rough sex, unprotected sex, biting, they are married but could be considered dub con if you take into account the sex pollen stuff

Masterlist

The exotic aroma tickled her nose as she pressed her face closer to the beautiful blooms she had been gifted. An unexpectedly sweet surprise.

It would be a lie if she did not admit to instantly thinking that her husband had done something wrong, it wouldn’t be the first time that the reckless man had pre-empted her wrath over whatever latest destruction he had caused.

He couldn’t help himself, he was Natsu Dragneel after all, destruction was practically his middle name.

Lucy eyed the hand-picked bouquet, a delicate finger tracing the vivid pinks, yellows and oranges as her mind wandered to the male in the next room. Her body tingled, a sharp shudder coursing up her spine and spreading outwards to her extremities.

Molten lava pooled in the pit of her stomach, so quick to manifest that she staggered from it. Clutching the wall and dropping the flowers to the table as she became consumed with sinful images of her partner. It still felt so new and thrilling to call him her husband, even if they had been together for years.

Natsu was her first love and her soulmate.

It may have taken longer than necessary to get to where they were now, but the journey had been worth every second. Lucy well remembered the night they had wed, how gentle Natsu had been as he made love to her. Their bodies entwined so tightly, the smooth slide of his hips as he loved her with every fibre of his being and the sweet kisses between heated groans of desire.

She also remembered the times they had argued, heated words flying like sharpened weapons as they squabbled over trivial matters just as they always had done. It was not the quarrels that brought her to these specific memories, but more of how they had made up afterwards.

Her pink haired man holding her up against the nearest wall, her ankles locked around the base of his spine as he fucked into her without mercy. The sinful sound of skin slapping against skin, whimpered mewls around fingers that he held in her mouth to suck on and the brutal thrusts delivered to her sweet spot.

The blonde felt as if she were on fire, her skin prickled in slight discomfort and her only thought was to run to him – so she did.

Natsu turned at the last second, his eyes widening in alarm as she threw herself towards his muscled frame, trusting him to catch her. He grunted from the impact, more than capable of holding her weight but caught off-guard from the suddenness of her actions.

“Luce?”

His body jerked, pupils shifting to crimson and blown wide – a remnant of long-gone magic. A strong hand fisted her golden blonde hair, wrapping it around his hand before pulling it taut as he pressed his nose to her neck and inhaled deeply.

Lucy gasped, delighting in his reaction as her lower half sought to grind against the wall of muscles. Her hands roamed the wide expanse of his back, feeling the flex of his muscles as they rippled beneath her less than gentle touch.

“You smell different but so good,” he all but growled against her throat. His sharp fangs nipped at her pulse point before greedy lips devoured the tender spot until it was bruised and purple from his mouth. Without warning, he gripped Lucy’s waist and hefted her over his shoulder.

“Natsu!” she shrieked in surprise.

Not a hint of embarrassment crept over as her skirt flipped to reveal her white cotton panties to the air. Two thick fingers pressed heatedly against the obvious damp spot and she whimpered in response. He was running, long determined strides to their bedroom and the door rattled on its hinges from the thunderous slam.

Lucy found herself tumbling to the bed and a panting Dragon Slayer was quick to follow her down.

Had she been in her right mind, she might have taken a moment to contemplate what had caused this sudden sweep of desire, how aggressively it had sprung upon her and then Natsu, but that would have to wait until much later.

For now, she needed him – needed to be filled to capacity.

Fingers carded into the lush forest of pink hair, tugging him ever closer as their mouths slanted against each other. The kisses were bruising, utterly demanding as teeth clashed and tongues explored.

Metal rattled noisily as Natsu unbuckled his belt with one hand, the noise sending shivers skittering across Lucy’s slick skin. Normally she would prefer them both to be stripped naked, to revel in the delicious sight of her Dragon Slayer in all his naked glory, but there wasn’t time for that.

Her thighs felt drenched from her arousal and the guttural growl that sounded from deep within Natsu’s chest was a testament to that fact. She could never hope to hide the times she found herself worked up, his damn nose too sensitive to her unique scent and how it shifted when she was in the mood.

His pants and underwear pushed down his hips only enough for his straining erection to be freed, Lucy met the velvet encased steel with an eager hand. Arching into his touch, feverish kisses pressed to her cleavage amidst grunts of approval at her own ministrations.

The thick rope of lust and desire that bound the pair pulled achingly tight – nothing but animalistic instincts pushing them forward.

No time for words.

No patience for prolonged foreplay.

No need for preparation.

Lucy was a struck match, ignited by the fires of her love for the man braced above her. If he didn’t sink in soon she would burn into nothing more than a pile of ash. She keened for him, unable to do more than produce the whimpered noises of her need.

Natsu would never allow his beloved Lucy to suffer. He knew her intimately, knew exactly what she wanted and how much she could take. His movements were rushed as he shoved aside the flimsy sodden material of her panties. One swipe of his cock along her folds and then he was pushing forward.

Her toes curled from the sudden sensation of fullness. The satisfaction of Natsu being buried hilt-deep within her walls passed quicker than she would hope, those flames of urgency rekindling and intensifying once more.

Again, Natsu acted before Lucy had time to process what it was she needed. His own instincts took over as he set a slow but forceful pace. The drag of his cock caught against every single sweet spot within her pussy, the tip kissing against her cervix with each determined thrust.

She clawed at him, a feral animal caught and fighting for freedom but not truly wishing it. The blonde barely realised his actions, too consumed by the feel of him deep inside. It wasn’t until a scorching mouth suckled against her breast did she notice that he had pulled her top down, such force used that the straps had snapped entirely and the bra beneath was in a similar state of ruin.

His tongue laved circles around the tight bud, lips sucked the skin and teeth nipped incessantly. All whilst he lost himself to her sweetness, the walls of her centre clenching around him almost to the point of pain. They trembled from the ferocious speed of their actions, lost within a bubble of sinful delight.

It took hardly any time for Lucy to orgasm, back bowed off the mattress and fingers holding her Dragon Slayer tightly to her chest to keep him in place. His strong hands shifted to her waist, hiking the skirt higher up her body to grip at her hips.

With a wet ‘pop’, he released the suction around her pebbled nipple and reared upwards. Braced on his knees, lifting Lucy’s hips to angle her pelvis upon his lap, the pink haired male pulled her harshly upon his shaft.

The bed creaked ominously, the headboard close to snapping as his actions rutted the blonde along his length and rattled everything around them. Her fingers scrabbled into the sheets below, fisting the material as tears filled her eyes.

She needed his release.

His carmine blown pupils watched hungrily at their joining point. Fascinated by the arousal that ringed his cock and soaked over his balls and thighs.

A thumb brushed against her sensitive clit and she exploded. White light filled her vision as she screamed Natsu’s names so loudly that it would be heard in the celestial realm. Heat filled her to capacity, the intensity of her orgasm more than enough to force Natsu’s.

He roared, the tendons on his neck straining from the intensity of his release. So sensitive but continuing to languidly stroke into Lucy’s pulsing walls, keen to ensure every drop of his seed remained inside.

The haze of lust burnt away like fog on a humid day.

“I – I don’t know what happened just then,” Lucy panted through laboured breaths.

Natsu collapsed to her chest, rolling with her sweat-soaked body until she was cradled into his side. Her fingers idled lazy patterns of unknown design against his chest, paying special attention to the long healed scars that marked his torso.

“Me neither,” he agreed, “but it was fun.”

The incorrigible male buried his nose in her hair as they continued to listen to the wild thump of their hearts.

After a time they chatted about the experience they had shared and a bashful Natsu apologised for ruining yet another lingerie set much to the amusement of Lucy, she tried to look angry but it was hard to flatten the smile that wished to shine through.

“Ya know, I think it was something to do with that smell on you,” he mused quietly.

“What smell?” Lucy asked in bewilderment.

Natsu cocked his head to the side, “you smelled different and I think there is still a faint trace of it somewhere.”

He was on his feet and padding towards the door as Lucy basked in the mammoth bed on her own. She stretched out her aching limbs, enjoying the little pops from the abused muscles.

“Maybe it’s these flowers…” he called out.

Lucy looked up to see him standing in the doorway with the bouquet in hand. She watched as he lifted the beautiful blooms to his nose and sniffed.

The shiver was prominent. Comprehension dawned on the blonde’s face as her husband’s face contorted into sin incarnate, and her heart rate spiked at its meaning.

“Natsu?”

#delirious writes #natsu #natsu dragneel #natsu smut #natsu x lucy #lucy heartfilia #lucy smut #fairy tail #fairy tail smut #nalu #nalu smut

[apersonwholikeslotus]

For that character ask, Poland #0

sorry this took so long! I've had a busy weekend 😅

#0 All numbers in the list!

1, what would their social media page/activity be like

A mix of Straight girl and history obsessed white cishet guy.

He has "You have to try this Starbucks secret menu item!!!!" and *inaccurate history meme taken from reddit* right next to each other.

also Christian memes and horse girl memes.

2, What animal they remind me of

a cat actually; like, how dare you ignore him but also how DARE you bother him when he doesn't want to be bothered.

3, my thoughts on their design/aesthetic alone

canon Poland looks like his name is Stephanie and he's a wine mom who says "I'm doing this for my crowns in heaven!" whenever doing a favor for someone.

Fanon Poland Is amazing I love him, we all really went "This man is actually a walking thrift store but in a good way" and it works amazingly on him.

4, physical headcanons

he sleeps with like 7-12 pillows. It drove Liet insane when they were married.

when he's home alone he THROWS every door open looks around suspiciously then makes a mad dash to whatever other room he needs to go to. my guy DOES NOT linger in hallways.

hates knitted stuff on his skin. Can't wear sweaters without a long sleeve shirt under them, loves the knitted crop top look, can't commit to wearing them for more than 5 min.

everyone thinks he's a 17 step morning routine person; his darkest secret is he owns 1 watered down face wash and uses 3 in 1 shampoo, conditioner, body wash.

5, Social Headcanons

The Friend Group(TM) consists of Lithuania, Latvia, Prussia, Estonia, Hungary, Finland, Czechia, Slovakia, and Belarus.

"If we're gonna go out we should get the whole group together!!"

individually;

Lithuania: The Ex Husband, the boyfriend, the mom friend he's literally a 3 in 1, it's great. LietPol is one of my "Soulmates in more than 1 flavor," examples, they're stuck together. Whether it's romantic, platonic, or somethign you need a whole fic to explain.

Latvia: The little brother that tags along so much you accidentally become friends with him too. Feliks loves Raivis, they're buddies. They 100% sincerely pray for each other, like "Hey this is happening, could you pray for me?" "Of course <3"

Prussia: The former enemy. They're friends now but Feliks is still super snarky to him. "I'll pray for you <3" but condescending and unsolicited. They fuck sometimes ngl.

Estonia: Feliks takes one look at Kalev and just!!! Look at this little nerd!!! He needs friends!! I'll take pity on him and be his friend!!! Feliks is just as nerdy and knows it, but like,,, still calls Kalev a nerd, lovingly ofc.

Hungary: THE RIDE OR DIE. The shared experience of being genderqueer and horse girls. Feliks would die for Erzí, Erzsébet would die for Feliks. They complain and brag about their bf's and Erzí talks about his kids while Feliks (depending on the day) cements himself further into "I'm never having kids" or "I want a baby so badly :(((((("

Finland: Feliks straight up does not remember becoming friends with Kasper. He just knows one day Kasper tagged along with Kalev and Erzí and then they became friends? Tbh more than anything is just "Erzí and Kalev's little brother"

Czechia: his relationship with Adéla can be summed up in "I wouldn't take a bullet for you bc If I have time to jump in front of it you have time to move" but like, he would actually take a bullet for her. Tbh they really only hang out at like 3 am when drunk.

Slovakia: i... don't actually have hc on them yet.

Belarus: Feliks is actually 2 seconds away from adopting Natalya. He's gonna be her new dad and he's going to raise her right. Feliks relationship with Natalya is really complicated, but he does really feel bad for her and has moments of "I could save her from everything probably"

Psychologic headcanons

Has to be surrounded by people at all times. He has 'safety in numbers' drilled into his subconscious.

has APD, It made learning to read really hard, and like you can't talk to him in a noisy room bc your voice and that fork clinking on the plate over there are the same sound sorry :\

has nightmares so often he started taking nyquill every night so he sleeps through them bc no I don't have time for this.

7, ships with them that I like or at least consider

LietPol, legit did not think about this two until I started following 2 specific people I will let you all guess who they are.

PruPol, i have to be a specific angsty/slap-hCppy mood to enjoy it tho.

8, Made up connections with other characters that weren't in canon

I think I accidentally answered this one with #5

9, Headcanons about their past

Feliks is one of the few nations to have both human parents (Japan is one of the others I have rn) he was only a few months old physically when his father died, and 2-ish when his mother died.

They didn't throw him out. After their parents died, his younger brother (a human) took him. Generation after generation they took care of this little mystical being.

Most nations born to humans are thrown out as curses. Feliks' family called him a blessing, some family members even claimed he was their guardian angel.

Generation after generation they took care of him, they loved him so much.

A tragedy struck, they all died. He buried them all himself. He laid next to the graves and cried for days, he begged God to kill him.

He was only physically eleven years old.

He didn't know what he was, but he had bought into the guardian angel thing. He thought he had failed. Eventually he got up and moved on, he left just wandering...

Then he met Liet... found out he wasn't alone.

10, Content about them I'd like to see more of

tbh more platonic PolHun, I love them <3

#ooooo this is long #aph poland #hws poland #tw: death mention #tw: religion #hetalia #apersonwithsomeanswers

[interlagosed]

You cant just leave us hanging hibs, allegra’s wife interactions with the siblings and in laws 😭

[I don't have time for the whole story, but here's a little preamble]

Allegra has always been incredibly unlucky in love. Unlike Charlie who literally married his childhood girlfriend at 20 (which was also a whole thing, in fairness), Allegra has had her heart broken in so many different ways. She's also broken a fair few hearts herself. And especially when she's an F1 driver, that is fairly common knowledge.

"Well, you definitely aren't as private as we were," Lando says. Carlos glares at Lando.

"As private as I was," Carlos mutters, and Lando glares back. Allegra rolls her eyes as their glares melt into fond looks and lovestruck, gushy smiles.

"Yeah, well, we don't have to be closeted anymore," Allegra muttered. "And anyway, not all of us find our soulmates that easy. I might not even have one."

"What's wrong with that?" Landon pipes up, and Allegra tosses a pillow at them. Landon yelps and dodges out of the way, only for the pillow to upset a vase on the corner table. Aurelia sighs and stabilizes the vase.

"Ay, don't take it out on my furniture," Carlos warns, even as he pulls his husband into his lap. None of the kids blink at that; they're used to their parents' egregious PDA. "That costs more than you did."

"From Uncle Lewis?"

"Yes. For our fifteen years."

After an appropriate amount of time spent admiring the incredibly fragile vase, Allegra launches back into her tirade.

"I'm never going to find love. I'm just going to be a rich spinster. The only love in my life is going to come from my siblings' kids and passionate one-night stands in daring locales," Allegra sighs.

Landon looks at Allegra and says, "Define locales right now."

"Fuck off."

"Allegra!"

"Daddy, can you define locales?"

Lando thinks about it, and by way of answer, says, "...fuck off."

"Lando!"

After Carlos lectures them all on swearing at family - everyone takes this immense hypocrisy with generous patience - they return, again, to the topic at hand.

"You're not even thirty," Aurelia pipes up wisely. "And you're on the road most of the year. Of course it's taking you a while to settle down."

"Yeah, but-"

"Do you even want to settle down?" Lan asks, and at that, Allegra goes quiet. She is silent for a long time, long enough that Lan sighs and says, "Sorry. I didn't mean it like that."

"I know," Allegra says, smiling softly. "I'm just...jealous. Of Charlie. Of you two," she adds, gesturing to her fathers, who tut softly. "Even Lia has a girlfriend, and she's literally half my age. When do I get to be in a good relationship?"

"Ay, hija," Carlos says, and he takes his eldest daughter's hand and kisses it. "Pequeñita. You will find what you need. I promise."

"Sometimes you just need to stop looking," Lando adds, and he snorts at Allegra's skeptical look. "I know it sounds stupid. But I also know you. You've never turned that part of your brain off in your life."

"It's not my fault," Allegra exclaims. "It's impossible to be your kid and not be a fucking hopeless romantic."

Allegra looks at her siblings for support, and, gratifyingly, they're both nodding vehemently. Neither Carlos nor Lando look abashed.

"Sorry we got lucky," Lando says, and Carlos smirks and reciprocates his husband's fistbump. Neither of them seem sorry. Allegra can't blame them.

Still, she somehow manages to internalize her daddy's advice. What if she didn't look? What if she stopped flirting, stopped flirting back, stopped wondering if the glances people shot her were admiring? For all her skepticism, she finds herself working longer hours, working harder, finding time for hobbies she hadn't gotten a chance to indulge in, not really, since she starting racing in F1. She spends more time with Charlie, his babies, with her siblings, with her parents - and it's wonderful. It feels good.

And Allegra realizes she doesn't remember the last time she felt this relaxed or happy.

#hibi answers #carlandads #hibi writes

[bogbees]

Hello yes. Your soulmates name is literally on your body but with the ninja dads: we are go 2:27 AM · Jan 6, 2018

Kohari is like "oh my" bc she knows the brat, while her husband is like "oh geeze" bc that brat has attitude and honestly, isn't someone he wants his precious baby interacting with

Is Sakumo alive to bare witness to the name on his son's skin? If timed correctly, probably. He'd know who it was and be happy ab it bc they're fantastic ppl

But if not, Kakashi was probably very bitter ab it. "Dad u asshole u never even got to see my soul mate" but then he quickly "got over it"

Now here's the thing Iruka has probably heard all about his soul mate his whole life. He's always hearing shit ab how cool and strong Kakashi Hatake is.

He attempted to introduce himself to the guy once but was brushed aside like he didn't matter So since Kakashi hasn't gone out of his way to meet him - they're in a very small community, everyone knows everyone, Iruka is salty af and kinda pissed

So! Iruka has decided he doesn't want a soul mate if it means being matched with this asshole.

Kakashi just kinda ended up thinking he wasn't worth a soul mate bc if all the death he's faced, plus he assumes "Iruka Umino" doesn't live in the village - he's long forgotten Kohari's surname

So it's another couple years till Kakashi clues in that Iruka Umino has been here the whole time. Are they on the same team? Does Hiruzen mention it in passing? Doesn't matter how Kakashi learns the facts of this life, just that he does

Minor break down. Gai suggests he just goes for it. Tenzou is like "sempai you've already denied him before, how else has he ignored you for this long? You're famous." "Tenzou pls."

So they figure at some point in the past, Kakashi was rude to Iruka. Why else wouldn't they be married by now?? ? They do the magic ninja equivalent of Facebook creeping and determine 1 fact: Iruka is too good for Kakashi Kakashi dies inside

So Kakashi keeps his distance until he thinks he could somehow remedy his soul mate business. Plus he's still kinda wary ab it, death fucks you up

So Kakashi watches as Iruka positively interacts with Naruto - and at first it's just buckets of salt into his wounds, but he decides it's better this way bc no way could 16 year old him raise a child and Iruka is wonderful

The Mizuki bs happens and he's like, not in town, and arrives to news that Naruto passed his genin exam and Iruka's in the hospital bc he was protecting Naruto

Kakashi frets over that for hours, he cleans his house twice, bathes the dogs and rereads his fave smut six times until Hiruzen summons him to tell him he's gonna be Naruto's jounin sensei

Iruka hates it bc Kakashi is rude. Naruto telling him all about his new teacher doesn't really change his opinion on the guy but he's less hostile towards the very thought

Kakashi hates it when Naruto talks ab Iruka. He loves it of course, but feels cheated. Plus he didn't care this long, why start now, not like Iruka will seek him out now

They meet for the first time in years at the ichiraku ramen stand. They use their full names when introducing each other. Iruka is calmly seething. Kakashi has his dumb smile on.

Wouldn't it be funny if Naruto took a peek at Iruka's soul mate mark? Hilarious, it would be. The sudden dawning at the ichiraku stand, as his cool teachers introduced themselves to each other

He'd scream and everyone would know. "You guys are soul mates!!!!" Sakura and Sasuke would call him rude Kakashi would have that fake smile "it's true" internally ready to flee

"Eeeeeeh? But why aren't you already together then if you know?" Says Naruto or Sakura. "Kakashi-san had decided he was t ready for a soul mate is what Iruka says

The kids grumble ab that bc SOUL MATES And Iruka looses his appetite and apologises he forgot something at the school and leaves Naruto blames Kakashi for that and Sasuke agrees, "you re a pretty bad soul mate, not trying to get to know the other half of your soul"

#bogs' muttering #the great naruto twitter to tumblr transfer #naruto #kakairu