#like the ones that you could tell were just run by some h*rny person and didnt consist of reblogs of click here for X!!!~ shit

[brimk-personal]

dude, the p*rn blogs are getting better with their usernames wtf

#every new follower i get on this blog and my main are p*rn spam blogs #i honestly wouldnt mind if the were legit p*rn blog? like the kinds that used to be really popular back in the day? #like the ones that you could tell were just run by some h*rny person and didnt consist of reblogs of click here for X!!!~ shit #bri rambles

[sir-sunny]

(Green) ur headcanons got me thinking about Gonta running somewhere chanting 'BUGS BUGS BUGS BUGS' while Nagito is being carried under his arm also chanting 'bugs bugs bugs bugs' but softer lol

Alright here are some thoughts/headcanons I've had about Nagito!! Ones that I haven't talked about much here at least girughrtg

-Sometimes I think about,,,the fact that it's implied that Nekomaru and Kazuichi didn't bring him any food while he was tied up?? Like I know he's a weird little rat man and kinda scary but he's still a human who's susceptible to hunger and Mahiru and Hajime seem to be the only people who realise that. Did he feel sick because of how long he went without eating?? Do you think he was used to it because he already looked like he only ate one meal a day? Also Hajime I know you're tsundere but I don't think telling Nagito to eat the food you brought in while his hands were tied behind his back was the smartest move

-I really love the fact that he's a character who doesn't express his emotions that much but somehow is always smiling. Usually in anime-esque things, the emotionless character has a very neutral expression like Kyoko did, but you don't usually get ones who's default face is a smile. It makes me wonder if that's Nagito's natural face or if he does it on purpose to hide what he's really feeling

-This one is very recent because I only saw it this morning but apparently there's an interaction between him and Kokichi in the development plan mode and literally all it is is the two of them trying to out-wit the other and I think that's so funny. Like, we know both characters are smart but we only really see Kokichi trying to out-wit people. With Nagito, you can never really tell if he's trying or if he's just being cryptic by accident unless it's Chapter 5, but with Kokichi he's all "alright fucker you think you can outsmart me well joke's on you I have over 150 IQ and a million yen all you have are a pair of clown shoes"

(IK development plan isn't canon I just think the interaction is funny lol)

-I'm being completely self indulgent here but the drawing of him on the laptop during Chapter 5,,,the one where he's smirking,,,it does something to me man, and idk what it is but good lord it's Something hfiughg

-Honestly I don't know what would be funnier; Nagito being protective over the Warriors of Hope despite all the shit they put him through or Nagito pretending to be nice to the Warriors of Hope but secretly wishing he could punt every last one of them into orbit

-Still thinking about Chisa adopting Nagito,,,her presenting him adoption papers and being all "if you don't want to go through with it, I understand. this is your decision to make" and him being so conflicted because he's wanted someone in his life who actually likes him for so long but he also realises that with that comes the risk of them being more susceptible to his bad luck and he doesn't want another person to die because of him- he just,,,leans against Chisa and drops the paper unsure of what to do and tbh the one thing about this that makes me obsessed is Chisa choosing to do this because she knows the risks of being Nagito's mother and doesn't care because she wants to protect him that much

-Lowkey obsessed with the fact that his robot arm makes noises when he moves it in the anime and now I'm imagining him also being obsessed with it. Just twisting his hand around and hearing it go wrrrrr and weeeeee and him giggling to himself (bonus: he can rotate his hand 360 degrees and he thinks its the funniest shit)

-Do you think it's a wildly known thing in the Danganverse that Nagito is attractive? Or is it only Genocide Jack who thinks that? I've always thought he was meant to look kinda sick and withered but now I'm wondering if Nagito was the resident pretty boy in the Ultimate Department

-The Soup Episode was really weird and we all now it but what the fuck did it mean when Nagito was h*rny and the FIRST THING he thinks of is hope like has this gone beyond coping from trauma, is the concept of hope an actual k*nk that Nagito has I need ANSWERS KODAKA WHAT IS THIS MAN'S DEAL

-(This one might be a little dark so just a heads up, nothing explicit) that being said,,,it makes sense why Nagito would use the concept of hope as a coping mechanism for the shit that's happened to him but I gotta wonder,,,why his reactions to it are almost always sexual,,,obviously I know its just because he's Weird and the creators want us to know he's Weird but I like overanalysing stuff and it makes me think about what might have happened to him in the past,,,I wanna give him a hug

-You know what I rarely see anyone talk about? Nagito's handwriting. I think I once read a submission on danganronpaheadcanons that talked about the handwriting on his letter and how that might correlate with his dementia, as one of the symptoms of the type that he has is poor mobility. I wonder if sometimes Nagito feels bad that he can't write as nice as some of the others because of his illness, or if he doesn't actually care that much. ALSO do you think his mobility would be better after getting the robot hand?? I just thought of that holy shit

I'm gonna stop there because this ask is long as hell and I'm not gonna clog your askbox up too much fuerhgiuerg

man,, dude,, bro,, ok ive thought abt nagito being tied up too (more than id like to admit hgrhg) but what if being tied up unlocked some kind of memory from being servant, when theyd tie him up and kick him. ykno not a full memory, maybe some vague deja vu like hmmmmm

YO SAME the art of him on the laptop hrvgg (i redraw that a while ago for that one nagito edit ansjdhdg)

like 😳😳😳

aksjdhdh, personally i think nagito may have a little grudge against the warriors of hope like, he'd never be mean to them cuz their just kids, but if he sees on of them trip, he might give it a second or two before he helps them up 🤷

MAN YOU ARE KILLING WITH CHISA ADOPTING NAGITO DUUUUDDDEEE ,,,dude,, he cant comprehend why she'd want him in her life,,, but she's so genuine and sincere that he cant even doubt herrrr,,,,

oooooooo i think kaz or hajime (whoever canonically made the hand for him) would put his mobility into consideration,, or what if he personally asked them for help with that,,,,, maybe ,,,, or maybe it could be an upgrade later on

#ajahhshdhdudyd im sorry this took so long to answer #i know i say this all the time hrghrjgjgg #but thank u for talking abt nagito 😌 #i always have a lot to say abt him #green anon #dr #nagito #sunny speaks

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Serenade (Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader) Pt. 8

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for language? Warnings: None? I think? Please let me know if I missed something Notes: Bit of fluff with some anxiety/update on primary conflict. Next chapter will be a cute date with Dani, the one after that will be maximum h*rny, and then what will likely be the finale. Music for this chapter here. PS this one is a bit on the shorter side, but I hope y'all still enjoy it. Past Chapters: Pt. 1: Nocturne, Pt. 2: Overture, Pt. 3: Accelerando, Pt. 4: Toccata, Pt. 5: Poco a Poco, Pt. 6: Elegy, Pt. 7: Harmony

Chapter 8: Obbligato

(Obbligato: An instrumental part which is essential in a piece of music)

“Okay, okay, serious this time, please? I’ll give you a kiss if you try hard enough,” you promised, grinning up at Daniela as you did. A week had passed since your talk in the library, with the two of you spending most days together, and you were progressing nicely with the musical lessons. Still, your girlfriend (you would never get tired of saying that word) was prone to getting a tad ‘distracted’. By you, usually. Not that it was intentional by any means. There was only so much you could do to keep her focused when the two of you were this close together.

“I could just kiss you anyway,” Daniela teased, leaning in with familiar intent. Right before your lips touch, however, she pulls back and smirks. “But if you insist, I can handle the challenge.” Then she’s turning back towards the piano, carefully finding the starting position. Even with her prior experience, you were impressed with how much she had already learned, and couldn’t help but be immensely proud of her. If anyone could meet Lady Dimitrescu’s expectations within a three month timeframe, it was the two of you. Except, of course, you still had to double-check just what her expectations were.

In the meantime, you were excited to hear your girlfriend play through the sheet music you had written up. Most of what you were working with had come from the family’s storage room, but you had also found some blank sheets, and figured it couldn’t hurt to create songs of your own. This particular one was relatively simple. It had been based on a song from a game you had played years ago, and only posed a moderate challenge due to its interesting rhythm. Daniela had seemed to enjoy playing it, with you even hearing her practice the song outside of your lessons, but had so far today refused to play it seriously.

Finally that was going to change. Once she found the starting notes, she nodded to herself, then started playing. For the first time today her expression is stern, focused. Seeing her like this was nice. She was always cute, you just thought that she was extra cute like this. But you tried not to let yourself get too distracted, knowing that you couldn’t give her feedback if you didn’t pay attention. In your head you “play along”, fingers miming the movements, knowing that it would help you catch any possible mistakes. Throughout the piece there are only a couple that you catch, none of them being severe enough to ruin the experience. Finishing with a little flourish, Daniela returns her gaze to you, grinning expectantly.

“Well? I seem to recall you promising me a reward,” she said, perking a brow. Laughing a little, you roll your eyes, before moving in to give her exactly what she wanted. Both of you are smiling into the kiss, enjoying every moment of it. Soon enough Daniela is running a hand through your hair, and pressing against you more, tilting her head just enough to deepen the kiss. You’re blushing hard now, thoughts going everywhere other than music. It’s not until you pull back for air that you remember what you’re supposed to be doing right now.

“As wonderful as this is… we still have a few more songs to go over,” you murmured, despite how much you wanted to keep kissing Daniela. By the way she groaned in frustration, you figured she felt the same way, more or less. “Hey, don’t fret too much. Think of this as an opportunity to earn a few more rewards,” you teased, gently patting her on the shoulder. For a moment she simply pouts, but eventually she sighs and gets ready to play another song…

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Rushing up the steps, practically two at a time, you desperately hoped that you wouldn’t be late. This was your third “update meeting” with Lady Dimitrescu, which by itself was enough to make you a nervous wreck. Add in the fact that this was the first time you’d be meeting alone? And in her personal study, no less? Well, it was safe to say that you were terrified. You hadn’t even been told why things were different this time. No, you were about as clueless as could be, given the circumstances.

By the time you make it your Lady’s study, you cannot tell whether your heart is racing due to stress or physical exertion. Regardless, you make it there in short time, arriving precisely at the scheduled hour. After taking a moment to settle your nerves, you briefly knock on the chamber door. There’s the sound of movement from inside before the way opens. Lady Dimitrescu has to bend a little to see out, but quickly smiles when she meets your gaze. Which was rather unexpected. The last time you had met with her she had been distanced, although still polite. Then again, Daniela had also been with you, and the focus was, as always, on her.

“Lady Dimitrescu,” you greeted, giving a short bow per customs. Then you were being waved in, brought over to a small sitting area, where you waited for permission to sit down. Once it was given, you relaxed a little. Maybe I don’t have as much reason to be nervous as I thought, you muse.

“Please, make yourself comfortable. There are no reasons for you to be unsettled, as far as I am aware,” Lady Dimitrescu said, smile disappearing for a moment at the end. But it’s back as quickly as it had vanished. Did she suspect something? Perhaps she had seen the way Daniela looked at you, or even overheard the whisperings of your roommates. Both thoughts do little other than renew your anxiety. Noticing this, Alcina frowns and shakes her head. “I was merely joking. Now, let us get to the reason for our meeting: How are Daniela’s lessons fairing? There is only so much I can glean from listening.” Glad to have something to think about other than your secret relationship with your boss’ daughter, you nodded and began explaining.

“Lady Daniela is making outstanding progress, in my opinion. Even with her occasional… lapses in attention, once she puts her mind to something, she’s quick to master it. At this point she can sight read nearly as fast and accurately as myself. However, we’re still going over vocabulary, as well as keys and their corresponding chords,” you answered, barely able to maintain eye contact with your employer. Thankfully, she seems to have accepted the inevitability of your nervousness. You were especially thankful now that you prepared to ask her a question. “My Lady, may I inquire about what specifically you expect from my teachings? If there are certain genres you wish for Daniela to be familiar with, or techniques-... I must admit I am unsure as to how to best meet your requirements.”

Slowly reclining in her chair, Alcina appears to ponder your question. In the meantime she sips at her beverage, holding the cup as if it were a fragile heirloom (which it could very well be), eyes looking into the middle distance. Then she gives a soft hum, setting her cup down and returning her attention to you.

“I suppose I can understand your concern. In some ways you have already exceeded my expectations,” she said, expression oddly plain in comparison to her positive phrasing. “My daughter has rarely invested herself in anything as much as she has in your lessons. For this, I am left wondering what she finds so captivating- the music, or the one who pulls the strings?... But that is not the answer to your inquiry, is it?” In that moment, you are incredibly still, willing yourself to keep a straight face, despite the racing of your heart. At your silence, Alcina perks a brow, expecting you to respond. You can’t, your mouth suddenly dry. “What I expect is a passion to educate, a drive to see my daughter flourish. I expect you to teach her exactly as much as she wants you to, focusing on whatever brings her the most joy. But I expect professionalism. Your duties come first, above your health, happiness, and all other desires. Am I understood?”

“Yes, my Lady. Of course, my Lady,” you replied, stuttering, eyes wide. Did she know? Or merely suspect?... There’s another thought, one you try desperately not to voice, only to hear the words fill the room before you can stop yourself. “May I ask where Lady Daniela’s desires fit into this?” Silence hangs heavy over the room for several seconds. Your employer has narrowed her eyes, lips curled downwards into a sharp scowl, watching you with thinly-veiled anger. All you can do is gulp and wait for her response. When it comes, you are surprised by the stability of her tone. It was almost as if she respected your gall.

“She is young still, with the mind of a lovesick maiden. Daniela does not know what she wants, not really, nor does she understand what she needs. If her… flirtatious nature begins to interrupt your instruction, then your response must be swift, and uninterested. Regardless of how unkindly she takes your rejection, I will ensure that she does not harm you,” Lady Dimitrescu said, giving a stern nod at the end. Though her tone was reassuring, you hardly felt better, considering you were far past the point of turning Daniela down (if anything, you had only turned her on). “Now, with that settled, I believe I should let you return to your duties. Oh, and do tell Cynthia that the tea she brewed was perfect, should you happen to see her.”

Then she looked away, practically ignoring your continued existence. So you rose to your feet, gave another bow, and left before your panic could devolve into a breakdown. Daniela is not going to be happy about this.

#daniela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader #resident evil: village #re8 village #serenade #my brain got stuck on this for some reason #sorry it took so long #very excited for the date chapter tho! #gonna be hecking cute

[mrsmaxwelllord]

Brat Tamer

a little something because I’m very, very h*rny 🥺

self-explanatory. smut under the cut.

 Maybe it was the wine you had earlier, or it was just those days of the month, but, regardless, you were feeling a lazy neediness that could only cease with the touch of your lover.  But Francisco Morales wasn’t home yet and you were too tired to actually try anything all by yourself. Plus, it was Wednesday Night, which meant that the boys would gather together in someone's house to watch a football game — tonight was Frankie’s time to be the host.

 When the boys finally arrived, they already smelled like beers and smoke. Santiago was the first one to give your cheeks a kiss and the Miller brothers followed him hugging you. You smiled at them and played the nice hostess, waiting for alone time with your boyfriend.

 Frankie led them to the living room and turned the TV on, soon excusing himself and following you to the kitchen to get more beer. You shoved him in the wall besides the fridge and didn’t lose time to wrap your arms around his neck and kissed him. It got Frankie by surprise and he tried to push you and ask what was going on, but he realised it was in vain when you whined when he turned his face and broke the kiss.

 “Frankie, please!” you cried on his neck. Only when he heard the despeperation in your voice he returned the kiss.

 Your hand grip on his hair was tight, your lips urgent, but he kept kissing you and holding you close until you heard approaching steps. It was Santi looking for the beer.

 He, thankfully, didn’t ask why you were so entertained with your hair or why Frankie’s lips were swollen and redish, although he did tease you about distracting his friend. You couldn't help but look away — your whole face burning with embarrassment.

 “What was that about?” he questioned after Santiago was gone, raising an eyebrow.

 You hugged his chest and kissed his cheek, but decided to stay quiet.

 You helped him take the rest of the beers to the living room and decided that you weren’t interested in watching a boring game for the rest of the night. When you were about to turn around and go, your boyfriend surprised you by discretely grabbing you by the waist and sitting you on his lap. 

 It was clear that the boys eyed you, but you refused to return the glance and so did Frankie, faking an interest in the TV. You settled on his thigh, trying your best to look casual but the strangeness of what was happening was undeniable and once again you felt yourself burn — not just your face, the rest of your body too, especially your belly.

.

 The rest of the night passed in a blury, too slowly for your own good. Frankie’s touch was hot against you and the fact that you were wearing a skirt and could feel the jeans of his pants brush against your covered core made you even more hectic.

 At some point the boys got too drunk and too focused on the game to actually pay any attention to you and your boyfriend, or they intentionally didn't look at your direction. Frankie took that as an incentive to tease you; he’d whisper in your ear, squeeze your thigh, kiss your neck or just laugh at Santiago’s jokes against your skin.

 It was making you hot and bothered and when you felt like you couldn’t take any more of it you tried to get up, just to have him grabbing your hip and pressing you down. You were sure Santi saw this because of his blushing face, so you decided to take whatever Frankie was giving to avoid more embarrassment.

 You tried to play attention to the game, on what team was winning, you really did; but it was torturing to be so close to your lover and not be able to really touch him, to hold and moan and close your eyes with delight. In the Half Time, Frankie allowed you to withdraw from him and you used the time to drink a big glass of water and make sure that you were presentable in the bathroom's mirror. However, the Second Half of the match soon started and so did your torture session.

 By the time the game was ending, you felt so hot and wet that you thought a single look at you would be enough to understand what was going on. Your sadistic boyfriend was slowly rocking his leg and it was taking all of you to not moan and rub your cunt on him. 

 You squeezed his hand when the whistle blew. The team they were cheering for lost, but you never felt happier. 

.

  When the last Miller brother went out the door and Frankie closed it, you looked up to see your boyfriend with a not so friendly expression. So you did what no respectable person would do: you ran away.

 You weren't sure of why but it seemed like a good idea to put a good distance between you and Frankie. You tried to get to the bathroom and lock the door, you ran your fastest and yet it wasn’t enough. He got you right after you passed the threshold.

 His grip on your waist was iron tight and you gasped when he pushed you to the wall. “Not your brightest idea to run from me.”

 He had to drag you to the bedroom you shared. You halfheartedly fighted him, pushing him and trying to get away again, but none of it worked, in the end he shoved you in the bed.

 “What was that earlier?’ he asked, standing in the middle of the room, both hands resting on his hips. You didn't acknowledge his question for the second time that night and he got even more riled up. “You’re being such a brat today.”

 Frankie kneeled in the bed and as he got closer, you moved away. That until he grabbed your ankles and pulled you.

 “You know how brats are treated” he hummed, kneeling over your hips, groping you up. “Take off your clothes.”

 You didn’t listen to him and faced the ceiling, pouting. He chuckled, then he made sure you looked at him by holding your face and coming very close to you, his forehead almost touching yours.

 “What's up with you today? Take. Of. Your. Clothes.” you still didn't move a muscle. He took a long breath and shook his head. “Fine. Suit yourself, baby.”

 With an aggressiveness that was unusual, he started to unbutton your shirt. Halfway though it, he gave up and just ripped it off by force. You gasped when he didn’t stop there, instead, he pulled your bra down - not even bothering to take it completely off. You whimpered and rolled your head back when he touched your breasts, kneading them, pinching your nipples.

 “You don’t get to enjoy yourself until I say so, my love. Not today, not when you’re acting like a spoiled child” suddenly, you were being manhandled to the bedside, Frankie yanked you to lay across his lap, your butt up. You were so glad he was finally touching you that you almost didn’t notice that he was unclaping his belt, you tried to fight him again then but he soothed you, assuring he wasn’t going to use it tonight. You felt a little disappointed, despite all the false resistance, you didn’t mind the best at all.

 Frankie raised the hem of your skirt and squeezed, feeling all of you not so nicely. Humming to himself, he focused on your dripping wet panties, all the play made him just as eager and he could feel his cock rock hard. Your moans and little cries made him impatient for more, but he couldn’t pretend nothing had happened.

 With a playful slap right over your clit, he questioned you for the third time what has gotten with you tonight.

 “Just missed you, Francis…” you sobed when you got hit with the second slap, this time very hard on your thigh. The third one soon followed. And the fourth.

 “Tell me the truth, baby..” He kept hitting your ass while talking, changing the place whenever your skin started to turn red. You tried to get a hold of something to ground yourself, with no intention to stop him, and ended up holding his shirt.

 Fuck. You haven't been spanked in a long time, but you knew the worst was yet to come. Tomorrow you'd be sore if he kept the pace, which wasn't such a bad thing.

 “Frankie. Please… Please!” He surprised you by actually stopping on your command, then he pushed your pantie to the side and kneaded the hot flesh, moaning when you arched under his touch — aching for more. Feeling very benevolent, Francisco thrust two fingers inside you, slowly scissoring you.

 Your moans loudly echoed on the bedroom walls, making his skin crawl and his dick pulse with need. He keeps taking those noises out of you out of selfish pleasure until he thought you couldn’t take more. Your hand grabbed the fabric of his jeans to get his attention.

 “Ready to tell the truth, love?” he whispered in your ear.

 “Yeah” he withdrew his fingers from you and positioned them in front of your mouth, waiting for you to clean them. You did not hesitate. 

 “So?”

 "It 's just..” you hummed, sucking and licking his finger a few more times, gladly hearing his hums of contentment. “I needed your dick so bad then, daddy.I really missed you, Frankie”   

 It was all it took to melt him into a puddle. Francisco could be a little harsh on the outside, but he truly loved you with his whole heart. To hear you saying those words out loud made him feel much more inclined to be gentle now.

 “Oh, my love” he kindly laid you face down in the middle of the bed, kissing all the way down to your butt. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

 He whispered sweet nothings against your skin, carefully kneading and nibbling the tender flesh. Your hand found its way to his soft curls and you tugged them, urging him to carry on.

 Francisco didn’t want to tease you any longer, so he spread your asscheeks. Smiling against your core when you cried out his name.

#Triple Frontier Fic #francisco morales #Francisco Morales x Reader #Francisco Morales x You #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #catfish x you

[boymeetsweevil]

and then there were finals

Grouping: Reader x College BF!Mark

Word Count: 2000 exactly!!

Warnings/Themes: too many friends too many finals makes for a h*rny couple, graphic but still sweet? penetrative, mentions of oral, creampie...

Prompt: “mark lee from nct! college au and NSFW. finding time in between studying for finals.” this is a sequel to and then there were two

A/N: This commissioned fic is part of the Changes with Luv project, hosted by FicsWithLuv. Here you can find more information about the project, cause, places to donate, and ways to commission a piece or offer your services if you are a content creator. Thank you!

It’s a universal fact that no one likes taking finals. Obviously the tests, the presentations, the papers are the worst part. But the buildup isn’t great either.

Mark grinds his teeth while watching you from across the room. You’re focused on the textbook laid out in front of you where you’re spread out on the floor. All the other available surfaces are taken up by your peers. Lucas and his work are sprawled over half the kitchen island, Taeil on the La-Z boy. Mark, Jungwoo, and Taeyong are sequestered on the sofa.

He turns another page in his music history book without reading a single line. Instead his eyes follow the curve of your spine exposed from your shirt rucking up after you’d settled onto the rug. Your leg is hitched almost lovingly over your discarded backpack. While you do calculations for physics, Mark tries to calculate the last time you two were intimate. He can’t even remember because Taeyong keeps asking questions to fill the holes in his notes about orchestral composition.

Eventually Mark just tosses Taeyong his notes so he can spend a bit more time studying the way you gnaw on a pen thoughtfully. His blood feels like it’s simmering by the time he gets the courage to ask if you want to ‘take a walk’ to his place for a study break. But then—

You check the time and then look up from your scratch paper, “Jungwoo, ready to go?”

“Basically. Let’s get there a little bit early so we can stop and get coffee first before the study group. I really need it, I’m dying.”

“Oh, good idea.”

If it weren’t for the fact that there are still a bunch of people in the room, Mark might have wept a little bit. The preparation for finals has left basically no time for ‘alone time’, and it’s taking its toll on him. He does his best to tamp down on the frustration and convinces Taeyong to quiz him on Tchaikovsky.

Mark pushes you against the brick side wall of his apartment building exterior a few days later. You let out a surprised but pleased sound and let him grind against the curve of your hip. His breath comes out in hot sighs on your neck, interspersed with small grunts. He missed having your skin under his palms and practically purrs when you rake your teeth over his adam’s apple.

“You know you have to be at the studio in 5 minutes, right?”

“Kun can wait,” he huffs. With both hands he fondles your ass slightly rougher than normal. It gives him the leverage he needs to press your clothed hips even closer. “He’s always late anyway. I really have, like, 20 minutes.”

“Is 20 minutes enough?”

He wants it to be enough. He wants it to be enough so bad. But this collaboration is worth 35% of his grade and thanks to Kun’s characteristic tardiness, they’re way behind schedule. Besides that, he’s feeling so pent up that 20 minutes would probably just be a fraction of the foreplay. Mark’s silence is enough of an answer to your question, so you redo the buttons of your shirt that he opened prior and smooth down his hair.

“Don’t start anything you can’t finish.”

His forehead hits your shoulder and he lets out a sigh.

“Yeah, yeah,” he mutters. “But one of these days, it’ll happen.”

He gives you a look that makes goosebumps break out on your arms. You send him off with a peck and make the trek to the library.

A few days later, you’re back at Mark’s place. You’re cozied up to him on the two person sofa while some of the others work in the other parts of the living room. Mark’s dorm is a one person apartment dorm, so there’s less room than in your suite. One by one though, they start leaving. Johnny ends up leaving because the diorama he’s building for engineering gets too big to continue there. Jungwoo and Doyoung leave for another physics study group. You stick around because the last one wasn’t helpful for you. Yuta mentions something about going back to his and Johnny’s room for a video game break. That leaves you, Mark, and Donghyuck.

Donghyuck doesn’t budge at first and continues to type away at his computer. But when Mark’s hand stops circling your ankle aimlessly and begins making a purposeful trail up your leg, he gets the hint and packs up while cursing under his breath. The door slams shut and Mark gets up to go make sure it’s locked. The sound of his footsteps echoing through the halls and doors opening and closing pulls you out of your focus.

“What are you doing,” you sit up on your arms, peering down the dark hallway. Mark emerges looking like an excited puppy.

“Everyone left.”

“I see that,” you say. He pulls his hoodie and shirt over his head in one swift move, then begins working on the opening of his jeans. “Oh.”

Immediately, you begin shucking off your own bottoms. Mark leads the way to his room with you shedding layers behind him. You laugh at the speed he uses to run to his room and pick up your own pace. Even though the apartment is empty, he still closes the door behind him like you’re being chased. As soon as he locks up, he’s tackling you to the bed.

“Wait, wait,” your breath comes out in amused heaves as he swipes at your shirt. “Don’t you have to meet with Kun again?”

Mark doesn’t look away from where he’s working on unhooking your bra, but he shakes his head. “I stayed up ‘til 4 last time so I could finish it.”

“Mark, that’s not healthy.”

“I’m plenty healthy,” he grins and grinds against you as proof. He definitely feels healthy and ‘awake’.

You pull him in with a matching grin and kiss him until you’re panting. Meanwhile, he takes his time inching your soaked panties down your thighs. You kick them off into some unknown direction and hitch a leg over his hips to pull his groin to yours. The slick that welcomes him has him groaning a curse into your mouth.

“I’ve been thinking about this for so long,” he mumbles.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Mark sneaks a hand down between your bodies and rubs lightly at you. “Every little thing you did drove me crazy this week.”

“I know, me too.” Your moans act as accompaniment for the slick percussion he sets up between your folds.

“As soon as I was too busy to touch you, I had to touch you.”

You let Mark edge you on his fingers for a good while before rolling over so you can take him into your mouth. He’s all soft sighs then, caressing your face with his dry hand and looking down at you with worried brows. When he hits the back of your throat, his hips start to stutter up.

“D-don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Part of you wants to spite him and finish him off right there. After a few months of having sex, you know some good ways to get him off efficiently. But the way you clench around nothing at the sound of his moans tells you that you’d rather he finish inside you. So you let him pull you in by the hips and spend some time kissing his own flavor off your tongue before sinking down on his length. It’s been long enough that there’s a pleasing tightness behind the stretch and you run your nails over his pecs lightly. When you’ve adjusted, you begin to rock fluidly over him.

“Shit.” The curse is so quiet, you nearly miss it.

His head is thrown back and the way his jaw clenches tell you that he’s likely already experiencing some sort of honeyed agony. Judging by the veins protruding in his forearms, he’s resisting the urge to take control of the rhythm and set an athletic pace after all the waiting. You’re grateful for the patience because you’re still gathering your bearings. Leaning down, your chest grazes against his and you leave a kiss on his slack mouth.

Your words come out airy as the gradual up and down becomes easier, slippery.

“I missed this.”

“Tell me,” he whispers.

“I missed the feeling of being full,” you can feel him pulse a bit. “And I miss you coming inside.”

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he laughs like he can’t believe the current situation.  

Mark plants his feet onto the mattress then to meet you halfway. The extra effort on his part has him hitting deeper inside of you. You feel fuller and that only makes you drip around him more. The sounds are obscene and you might be inclined to slow down out of embarrassment if it were any other time. But you feel parched like you can’t get enough of him. Each thrust forces a wanton moan out of you. The best you can do is bring a hand up to your mouth so you can dull the sounds by biting a knuckle. Mark isn’t having any of it, though.

“Let me hear you. There’s no one else, let me hear you.”

Suudenly he sits up and takes you into his lap. The angle makes stars pop up in the corners of your vision and also gives him the opportunity to lap teasingly at your nipple. It also puts your mouth much closer to his ear. He can’t piston up into you quite as well, but in this position he can grind against the spots that he knows make your breathing hitch. As a music major, perhaps he’s more sensitive to auditory stimulus. Your broken pleas are almost enough to set him over the edge. To make things last, Mark focuses on alternating between gentle, wet kisses to your chest and letting his teeth scrape against you ever so slightly. The sensation changes from smokey to sweet. Your hand tangles in his hair and you let the moans pour out. No better catharsis could have come during finals week, you think.

“Mark. Mark, I’m gonna come.”

“Same, just—wait for me.” He rearranges you quickly. You’re on your back, this time with your feet pointing to the wrong side of bed. Mark hitches one of your legs over his hips and returns to the heavy pace before. You tilt your hips just right and suddenly his thrusts are zeroed in on a spot inside you that has you crying out and arching below him. The orgasm that washes over you makes you grip him like a snug vice. The pleasure surges over him and draws a long whimper from between his lips. He spills into you in spurts of warmth before pulling out and collapsing next to you.

“How was that?” You’re sure you could predict the answer from the contented way he closes his eyes.

“Great.”

His answering grin is sleepy but he still looks handsome. Even with the dark circles from working so hard as of late and covered in a fresh coat of sweat. He looks like he’s fallen asleep, but when you go to plant a kiss on his lips, he moves up to deepen it. A warm palm pulls you in gently by the nape of your neck. You let him kiss you for a few moments before pulling back.

“Where you goin’?”

“Doyoung is studying at the library. I thought I’d get some last minute studying in before the test tomorrow night.”

“No, stay. What do you need me to do? I can test you. Give me your flashcards, I’ll test you.”

You pretend to weigh your options. Leaving the comfort of bed just to go over one topic and then chat with Doyoung before bed or staying in with your naked boyfriend and trading kisses for correct answers.

“Babe, really?” He whines when your decision making takes too long.

“Just kidding. I’ll stay.”

#ksmutclub #changeswithluv #nct smut #mark lee smut #nct scenarios #mark lee scenarios #nct imagines #mark lee imagines

[pokemagines]

by any other name. (lif x summoner)

a/n: the people asked for h*rny lif. the people will get h*rny lif !!! uhh very vanilla spice as always... lif cries -- mod touko

   The palace at night is the only time that the place seemed still, most of the heroes having retired to their own private dorms. A few stragglers were left awake, most of them in the library reading as if to calm themselves down before turning in for the night. Lif was one of those few -- though he didn’t remain to read, but because he followed this routine every night, making sure those he held dearest wouldn’t be attacked late at night. Despite the relative safety of the Askran palace, he could never ditch the paranoia that seemed to haunt most of his waking thoughts. If he lost any of you again, he was sure he wouldn’t be able to live through that pain.

   Part of the horrors of being undead was realizing he really didn’t need sleep. He could, but it wasn’t necessary for him to live. Sometimes he found himself sleeping just because there was nothing else to do, but mostly because the Summoner was so insistent on him getting rest. He found it mostly a blessing, however, because it allowed him to stay up and patrol the grounds. Besides, when he did sleep, he had horrible nightmares, though he would never burden anyone with that information.

   Rounding past your room again, he’s tempted to peak in and see if you were actually awake. You had a tendency to stay up later than most, plotting out maps and reading books on battle strategy to better prepare the army for the days to come. It reminded him so much of his own Summoner, who he often had to carry back to their room after they would pass out asleep in one of the hallways. A sad smile grows on his face, but he doesn’t open the door, instead turning back around to do another once-over of the castle grounds.

   A creaking of a door opening stops him in his tracks. “Lif? What are you doing out here?” He could never forget that voice.

   “I’m on patrol,” he mutters, turning to face you. If he had a heart, he’s sure it’d flutter wildly in his chest at seeing you in your nightgown, eyes droopy and cheeks flushed from just having woken up. “Go back to bed.”

   “Only if you do.” You cross your arms over your chest, “even if you don’t need sleep to live, it’ll still be good for you! C’mon.” You hold your hand out, waiting for him to stalk over and take it.

   “No, I will go back to my room, if you insist.” Lif turns his head away from you, “it would be improper if--”. You roll your eyes, striding over to him and grabbing his hand, pulling on him lightly. 

   “I’m not going to force you but… you’re my S-Support, it’s okay if you rest in my room.” Lif lets you tug him along.

   “I-I’m your what?” 

   “Don’t worry about it!”

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   The door shuts behind the two of you, Lif standing awkwardly to the side, not knowing what to do with himself. It’s not that he had never been in your room before, he had, but at night time there were much different implications. 

   “Sorry, it’s kind of messy,” he hadn’t even noticed, focused mainly on watching you, but now that he looks around he can see the books scattered around, notes you had taken messily sticking out of the pages. Lif holds back a laugh, this was too like his Summoner.

   His Summoner… No, he needed to stop comparing you to them. It wasn’t fair to you or them, the you here was the person he loved, the person he would protect with his life.

   You notice that he’s spacing out, so you pipe up: “You can rest with me if you’d like to, otherwise I can sleep on the floor… I do it most nights anyway.” You mutter the last part under your breath so Lif doesn’t hear. “What’ll it be?”

   “I…” For once he isn’t certain. Sleeping in the same bed as you is no doubt what he wanted, your touch is something that he longs for. Your hand had brushed up against his chest once on accident and he hadn’t been able to get the feeling out of his head for days. He had been too much of a coward to ask for more, and you were accepting of his boundaries. “I would like to… rest with you.” 

   You look shocked, but the look quickly shifts to a happy smile, heart skipping a beat as he accepts your proposal. “R-right! Well first you should take off your coat and all that armor… I think I have some of Alfie’s spare clothes in here you can borrow…”. Lif shakes his head.

   “You don’t want to see me like that,” his eyes narrow, “I’m a monster.”

   “That’s not true at all, I don’t care what you look like.” You stand up to start rooting through your drawers, intent on finding the clothes Alfonse let you wear that one time, “Ah! Here you go, they might be a little small but… they should do.” Lif takes them into his hands, blinking down at them.

   “I’m fine with sleeping in my armor.” He states simply, setting the clothes down on the dresser. He shrugs off his belt and leans his sword on the wall. His cape comes off next, it stopping its radiation once it leaves his body. 

   “Are you sure it’s comfortable? I mean, you’re still wearing your mask and boots. At least take those off.” Lif hesitates again, the thought of you seeing more of him concerned him. Surely you would think him frightening and run away.

   ...No that wasn’t right. You cared about him. Truly. But was that love enough to accept him despite how utterly horrifying he looked? Now was a time as ever to find out.

   “Damn you,” he mutters under his breath, and you creep closer. “If you want to see the creature I have become, then so be it.” He leans down, allowing you to touch his mask. He finds himself leaning into your touch, despite not being able to feel your hands. He wondered if they would be as warm as he remembered. 

   Slowly, you pull it up and off his face, the blue steam it radiated increasing as you set it beside his cape. He looks at you, unblinking trying to desperately read your emotions. This time he doesn’t wait for you to say a word, instead pulling your hands up to his face so he could feel your touch against his skin.

   “You’re beautiful, Lif,” you laugh, stroking his face tenderly. The bottom half of his face was made of the same clear blue jelly most of the rest of his body was made of. You wondered if he could feel you, but the way he closes his eyes and nuzzles into your hand you assume he could. It didn’t feel like normal human skin, instead it felt cold and squishy, but still very firm. It wasn’t cold in the way a human would be, more like you could feel the warmth leave your own hand and transfer into him. “I-I…”.

   His eyes widen disbelief, and he stares you down as if searching for the truth in your eyes. Your eyes convey nothing but sincerity, and he finds himself unable to deal with the truth that he longs to voice to you day after day. He loves you. 

   Unable to hold himself back anymore, he pulls you in by the waist, lips pressing against your desperately, as if all the affection he’s held back for years is trying to be conveyed at once. It’s messy, you can tell he has no experience, but he still manages to be gentle, like some part of him is still holding something back. You quickly reciprocate, holding your hands on the side of his cheeks.

   As quickly as the kiss starts, it ends once again, “I-I’m sorry,” he pushes himself off of you, “I shouldn’t have--”.

   “It’s okay, Lif.” You grab his hand. 

   “But it’s not,” he counters, “you shouldn’t be with me, I’m a failure… I shouldn’t even be here. You… You belong with Alfonse.”

   “You are Alfonse,” you frown, “Can I not love you both? We’ve talked about this before and--”.

   “I let you die, [name].” His red eyes shine, holding back tears, “I don’t deserve this. I’m going to leave. Goodnight.”

   “Do I not get a say in this?” You raise your voice, releasing him from his grasp. “Lif, do you think I would be with anyone that I thought was a failure? You can’t keep pushing yourself away from me, it’s only going to make things worse.” He lets you step closer to him, not backing up this time.

   “You’re too kind for your own good,” he huffs, “you should hate me.”

   “I’m not the one who died,” you grab his hand, putting it on your side. “I’m alive. So is Sharena. You’ve protected me countless times in battle, that should count for something.” Lif shakes his head. “The only thing that matters is that I love you. I don’t care about what you’ve done, I will love you no matter what.”

   Lif can’t believe the words that leave your mouth. No one should treat him like this, and yet here you are, your hand stroking his cheek like he was a fragile object. He feels a sob rise in his throat, and closes his eyes. He didn’t think it was possible for him to cry, but he’s proven wrong when a tear rolls down his cheek. 

   You pull his face down into your neck, letting him cry into you. Your arms envelop his body, bringing him over to your bed where you could much easier reach him. He sits down beside you, pulling you into his lap where he could hold you, feel that you were real in his arms and not some hallucination his mind had dreamed up. 

   “You… you are much too good to me,” he sniffles, “I don’t think I’ll ever feel like I deserve you but… Perhaps I will allow myself to be selfish.”

   “And I’ll be here to remind you everyday that you do deserve this.” You kiss his cheek sweetly, “that you deserve love.” 

   “You are foolish,” he chuckles, arms holding onto your hips, steadying you in place. He leans down to plant a sweeter kiss to your lips, you melting into him slowly. His lips are so cold you feel a shiver run down your spine. 

   He traces his hands down your back, as if unsure what to do next. Instead, he allows you to take the lead, you pushing yourself up against him, your chest is touching his own. You run your hands through his hair, marveling at how soft it was. It makes you giggle.

   “What do you find so funny?” His cheeks seem to flush a light shade of blue.

   “I didn’t expect your hair to be so soft,” you kiss him on the cheek once again, “you’ll have to let me wash it sometime.” 

   With a grumble from Lif, his lips are back on yours, passionate and open-mouthed, and you feel his tongue meet your own. The inside of his mouth is much colder than the outside, and it makes you shiver against him once again. His grip tightens on your waist.

   “...Don’t do that again,” he says it as if a warning, voice low and breathy against your cheek.

   “Why not?” You blink at him innocently.

   “I don’t know if I can… control myself,” he whispers. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

   “I’m tougher than I look, you know. I’m more worried if you can handle me!” Lif smiles a truly amused smile, locking his lips with yours once again. You were sure you looked thoroughly kissed by now, with swollen lips and lust-clouded eyes. You wanted him. “Can I…?” It’s a silent question, as you point at the armor on his neck. 

   “Leave it.” He gently moves you off his lap, letting you lie down on the bed. “You do not want to see the rest of me…”.

   “Líf,” you coo, stroking his cheek, “I do, I won’t force you to show yourself to me but… no matter what you look like, I want you.” His eyes widen, an indiscernible emotion flickering through them. He nuzzles his nose against your cheek. 

   “Thank you,” he kisses your neck gently, “I...I don’t know what I’m doing, so… tell me what you want me to do.” His cheeks flush blue. 

   “I want you to touch me,” you link your hand with his. As if magic (and surely, it was), his clawed gauntlets retract, revealing his hands. For a moment, they seem to glow blue like his mask does, before the fog settles down and reveal that they look much like the rest of him — clear and blue. He’s gentle as he places them on your exposed legs, unsure of what to do. 

   “Your skin is so soft,” his raspy voice is gentle as he rubs his hands on your thighs. Every where he touches, goosebumps form, and you shiver once again. They were so cold, but not unpleasantly so. “And warm… I…” he is unable to finish his sentence. You lean up to kiss his cheek:

   “You can touch me in other places, you know,” you pull your sheer nightgown over your head and off your body, leaving you in nothing but underwear and socks. Líf’s eyes widen, blue blush darkening as he looks over your body, committing it to memory. Many times had he imagined this moment, back in his Askr, and occasionally in his own room here. It always led him to feel insanely guilty, like he was defiling you somehow, but seeing you here? His dreams and fantasies pale in comparison. He could look at you like this for the rest of his life and be satisfied. 

   “More beautiful than I could have ever…” he kisses your lips hard, moving down to your throat. His hands move up to your sides, gently pulling you closer to his body.

   “I love you, Líf,” his kisses grow more fervent, cold and sloppy as they trail down your sternum and to your chest. He squeezes your breasts lightly, wondering what he should do next. It was a bit overwhelming, he hadn’t touched human skin since… well, since he had been transformed by Hel. And never had he touched someone so intimately like this, it makes his unbeating heart flutter. It didn’t help that you had just admitted you loved him, he wanted to hear you say it again and again. 

   His lips meet your nipple, and he closes his eyes, sucking on it gently. You gasp, back arching a bit and Lif takes this as a sign to continue, his hand working at your other breast, always taking extra caution to be gentle. His eyes flicker up to you, momentarily stopping. He wanted to savor every look, every bit of praise that you would give him, but you seem to have other plans, tugging at his hair gently and moving his mouth over to your other breast. He moans against you as you tug his hair sharply, a soft gasp of his name leaving your lips.

   You feel his hands wander lower, mouth still occupied by your chest. “Can I...?” His voice rumbles against your skin. You tug at his hair, making him look up at you so he can see you nodding. With the silent affirmation, he slips his fingers underneath. He hesitates for a moment, not really knowing what to do now that he was here. It would be far too embarrassing for him to ask, and so he figures he can find out by listening to you. With his free hand, he pulls your panties up and off of you, throwing them on the ground. You spread you legs, eyes hiding a coyness behind them and goddess above does he feel himself grow weak. By now, his erection was painful against his plated armor, but he suppresses his want. His only priority was pleasing you.

   The moment his cold fingers meet your wetness, you bite your lip. It was like a sensation you had never felt before, but it felt good. His fingers explore you, trying to find where to touch to make you the most happy. When he brushes up against your clit, you whine out his name, and Lif’s eyes look at you hungrily. He needed to hear it again, so he rubs at it experimentally, your legs clamping around his arm. 

   “Lif, Lif...” You whine pathetically as he increases the speed of his thumb. It wasn’t enough for him, he wanted you to be louder. He feels how wet you were, all this just for him, and he slowly pushes a finger inside of you. Curiously, he moves it in and out, gauging your reactions the whole time. “D-don’t tease me, you can add another.” You tug at his hair again as if goading him on. He obeys, adding another finger and scissoring it inside you. 

   You’re loud as you call out his name, no doubt alerting your neighbors Anna and Sharena as to what is happening in your room. At this point, you’re far too gone to care, moans and praise leaving your lips in a long string of hazy babble. You feel heat start to build in your stomach, muscles tightening as his thumb rubs at your clit at the same time he works his fingers in and out of you. He picks up the pace, grinding himself against your thigh as you gasp out a loud mention of his name, head thrown back as your orgasm washes over you.

   Your body feels numb, everything slowly coming back down as he continues to thrust his fingers lazily into you, you push his hand back, insistent on helping him reach his peak now. You wanted him inside you, wanted him to fill you up and call him yours. 

   “Lif, can you...?” Rolling him off of you, you tug at the armor just above his hips. “I want you inside me.” You straddle his lap, and Lif shakes his head.

   “It’s alright,” he kisses you sweetly, “I can take care of myself.”

   “But I want you,” you brush his long hair out of his face, “won’t you let me see you? Please?” Lif doesn’t know why he acted as if he could ever resist you. Once your words sink in, the armor from the waist down starts to disappear. You let out a gasp, from the looks of it, it seems that his whole body from his nose down was completely made out of the thick jello. Getting nervous under your gaze, he tilts you chin back up to look at him.

   “Even now... do I not frighten you?” He whispers, “I am not even close to being human.”

   “No, I still find you beautiful,” you smile, giving his dick a few strokes. Lif bites down on your shoulder to keep from gasping. He had never felt so alive. 

   Slowly, you sink down on him. Lif can already feel himself so close, your walls impossibly tight around him. He rasps out your name quietly, his hands finding their way to your hips. 

   You set a slow pace, his dick a bit thicker than you were used to. Alfonse was longer, but Lif was definitely thicker. Your nails dig into the armor on his back, it was too much too soon, the high of your previous orgasm still washing over you. 

   “Alfonse,” you cry out, and Lif’s eyes open to meet yours. For a moment, you think he’s mad at you, but when his hips start snapping up to meet yours, you know you’ve set something off in him.

   “S-say it again,” he says through gritted teeth, trying to hold out for just a bit longer. 

   “Alfonse,” you say it louder this time, grinding your hips down against his. Lif cums with a shudder, holding your hips down so he could fill you up all the way. He wasn’t sure if he was even fertile, but even the thought of you being with his child was enough to make his head spin. He spends himself, and then gives another few weak thrusts, before pulling himself out of you, you both falling into the bed. Lif watches the way his clear blue cum spills out of you with a flush on his cheeks.

   His summons his armor back everywhere except for his hands, as he still wanted to feel your soft skin. 

   “Thank you,” Lif is the first one to break the silence after a long moment of basking in the afterglow, your head resting against his chest. Maybe it was a good thing he didn’t feel like a normal human, his chest was firm but squishy, perfect for sleeping on. “I-I love you...”. 

   It’s then he realizes that you’ve fallen asleep already and lets out a chuckle. You were so impossibly cute that he couldn’t wake you. He places a kiss to your forehead before closing his eyes himself.

   For the first night in a long, long time, he dreams a peaceful dream.

#lif #lif (fire emblem) #alfonse #lif x summoner #lif x reader #fe:h #spicy #imagine #ficlet #x reader #x summoner #fire emblem #mod touko #this took. forever lol

[prongsmydeer]

Ayesha Liveblogs Oh My Ghost (2018) Ep. 9-16

Part 2 of this post because tumblr would not let me save anymore either because of the numerous images I’m commenting on or because of how many times I use the word H*rny 

Kaopoon is frustrated bc Real Jiw is now vibing with her new BF Sun while she is sitting sadly on a swing set [Alexa play Sadness and Sorrow]

Backtracking to the other kind of drama: Lieutenant Murder is finally going to murder someone on screen (specifically his fellow police officer) because Lieutenant Murder jumped him for getting too close to solving Nammoon's hit-and-run case, which is at this point obvious he committed)

I love when Sun and Jiw flirt through their apartment wall

Jiw and Sun are dating now but the remaining point of contention is how much Horny Ghost just wants them to sleep together instead of getting to know each other to which Sun thinks “Jiw do u only want me for my body 😔?”

I can't believe that Lieutenant Murder's tragic backstory is that he was an orphan oh my god. Adoption is normal!! Murder is not!!

Lieutenant Murder was possessed by an evil spirit????? (After the first time he tried to murder????) WHAT WHAT WHAT

Sous Chef Rain is yelling at the restaurant staff bc of forgetting his birthday, bc he is, truly, a perennial pain in the ass

They are all out for Rain's birthday except for Sun bc of his and Jiw (Kaopoon)'s sex fight and so he is very anxious about his girlfriend being out with The Guys without him

Also Study-Abroad Win is handsome to the point of distraction AND nice  where is his romance? Where is the justice for the male models of the world

Sun's Mom does not know he is Dating and Housing his employee possessed by a Horny Ghost He Thinks is One Facet of Her Personality

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Win has been politely pretending not to notice that Sun and Jiw are in a relationship and now I'm thinking he will get a romance and it will be Ida, to wrap up most of the loose ends of this relationship pentagon. Based on no other reason than that they are both single

Dkjhgkjgh lmao @ Sun going to his whole staff: “WHO WANTS TO GO TO THE MARKET?” and then saying no to everyone one by one except his girlfriend

Kaopoon is making Sun help her dad install a restaurant hose in the middle of their work day hahaha

FINALLY PROOF THAT LIEUTENANT MURDER IS A MURDERER. Warning for murder related description, there was a flashback where it showed a still body (face obscured) wearing Kaopoon's outfit on his bathroom floor

They really hammered home the ‘he is a murderer’ thing, he has a bag full of evidence of his crime

In more lighthearted news, Sun's rice intolerance is psychosomatic bc his mum never cooked rice for him and it's Sad Boy Hours

Sun and Kaopoon!Jiw seem like they're finally ready to have sex (they've talked out their feelings and are going away together) but there are FIVE MORE EPS and the murder stuff still lingers so I wonder what other madness this show will unleash on me

Actually, six more eps!! Ahhhh that's so much time

Oh how the tables have turned now Kaopoon is the one too in love with Sun too have sex (bc she will go to the afterlife if she does -- But if she doesn't she'll be an evil spirit so... stuck between a rock and hard-on) 

I have been suspecting for a while tho that the sex will not change anything. She will probably have to solve her murder to pass on

You know what that is? Growth!!

Now they are back to the weird energy of Sun going “Now that we are in love I would like to have sex,” and Kaopoon!Jiw going “Sex????? Never heard of it!!”

Against Kaopoon's credit, she has not informed Jiw that their relationship has progressed this much. She's just like "yeah things are normal" bc she wants to spend as much time with Sun while she has the chance

Win and Kaopoon!Jiw are just being good bros and Sun, in tandem with the sex-back-and-forth, is jealous of their dynamic

Kaopoon has begun to solve her own murder!!! Unfortunately the first thing she did was point out inconsistent evidence to Lieutenant Parin, who extremely Murdered Her

I feel so happy for Jiw when she gets to experience normal boyfriend moments with Sun like these cheesy matching necklaces. <3 Why does Jiw's life have to be so complicated?

Kaopoon is... spiritually breaking up with Jiw, so she can end the messiness of her involvement with Sun

Ehkjehrrk Jiw is back to living her own life and a spirit just tried to grab at her and she just whacked their hand off and said, "Don't bother me now!" so she could keep cooking, love that for her

The employee-boss affair's out of the bag!!

They also keep cutting to Lieutenant Murder with his knife ready to go after Jiw for Knowing Too Much kjhgkhgjh so I guess the last four-and-a-half eps will dedicated to crime-fighting

Auntie Pu is kind of my favourite character on this show bc she goes from Ghost Nemesis to Ghost Mom all while having Sun's mom as her BFF and Sugar Mama

Hahahaha all the other restaurant staff (minus Win, who is chill) are sucking up to Jiw now bc she's dating Sun

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Jiw felt guilty about dating Sun when half the things he loves are things that Kaopoon did and now the Horny Ghost is out of the bag

I can only assume, bc he thinks she's bipolar, he will assume this is product of a hallucination

Reservations on the commentary on bipolar disorder aside, what DO u do when the person you love tells you that they can see ghosts and key relationship moments you had together were the product of them being possessed by a ghost

Sun now believes in ghosts but he's very upset about the romantic implications of this knowledge

“I think the reason I haven’t been reincarnated... isn’t the fact I’ve never slept with a man after all” HORNY GHOST CONFIRMED FOR DETECTIVE GHOST. VINNNNNDICATION!!!!!

Awww the restaurant staff are all surrounding Chef with support in his time of romantic woe

“But I want the two people I care about the most to be happy” I want Win to date Sun AND Jiw he's so good to them

AYYYYYYY Sun found out that Jiw made the recipes for the blog he liked (and called his soulmate) and now he's visiting her grandma bc he truly is in love with both Jiw AND Kaopoon

Sun said, “I acknowledge this is a complicated situation but I'm willing to work through the ghost thing and figure out how we feel about each other”

Cutting back to Lieutenant Murder, he has just meowed at his coworker threateningly in response to being investigated (for attacking that same coworker!!)

Lieutenant Murder wears this same stupid outfit every time he's gonna do a crime recently and can I just say: I hate it

WHAT'S HE GONNA DO, KILL EVERYONE WHO KNOWS SOMETHING ABOUT ONE OF HIS MANY CRIMES?? THAT'S A LOT OF PEOPLE! AUNTIE PU! JIW! THE FORESENICS ANALYST! ALMOST-SUN? HE CAN'T EVEN KILL KAOPOON BC HE ALREADY KILLED HER AND SHE'S A GHOST!!!!!!!!!!!

“Chef, is something wrong?” Jiw asked, after telling Sun that his brother-in-law is a murderer who also probably hit his sister with a car

Sun said, “Pls don't be a murderer I love u bro” and Parin said “My life of crime is very important to me”

This is Kaopoon possessing Auntie Pu so that Kaopoon, Jiw and Sun can be a crime-fighting trio, love that for them

There are SO MANY crimes going on right now I cannot even begin to describe but just know Lieutenant Murder is responsible for all of them

So Jiw has been kidnapped (GUESS WHO) and Sun is investigating every school in the area and Kaopoon has a network of ghosts looking for her while Jiw tries to find a way to communicate her location. The Crime-Fighting Trio Continues!!!

You'd think more people would notice  what a creep this guy is considering that he is literally DIGGING A GRAVE for the woman trapped in his cupboard!!

Poor Nammoon she has no idea her husband is possessed by a murderous ghost. Which like, to be clear, he did try to murder before the ghost possessed him sooooooooooooo

“You're a good person,” said Nammoon, to a man who has committed at least three murders with a fourth on the go

Sun rescued Jiw via high speed car chase and now Auntie Pu and Kaopoon have taken Sun's car to chase Parin and GET HIS ASS

Also Jiw got 2 attack Parin which I think she deserved to get to do

Oh yikes it's possible she fatally injured him which doesn't bode well for the psychological implications of this whole ordeal

Nope I was wrong the ghost-busting continues

Well I don't know what's more perturbing, the resolution of that fight or the fact that there is still one more episode of 1 HOUR left jhfkjhkfjh this better be a happy filler ep where Jiw and Sun get married omg

HORNY GHOST SHOW REALLY MAKING ME TEARY-EYED ON THE LAST EP

The entire restaurant staff is a collective of morons who love Jiw for who she is  

Jiw won a cooking scholarship and gets to study abroad in Europe for two years so it's Sad Boy Hours with Sun again

THEY GOT A SECOND DOG THIS IS THE BEST THING THAT'S HAPPENED ON THIS SHOW

SCREAM NOW AUNTIE PU IS A RICH AND FAMOUS GHOSTBUSTER MEDIUM

Sun has expanded his restaurant business, leaving Rain in charge, and so they have been sent a new employee Summer, who I guess is everyone's new Pain in the Ass just for fun kgjhkjhkgh

He was merely a plot device to prove the Chef Boys are Bros 4 lyf

In a weird turn of events Parin is still alive with amnesia???? Even if all of what he did as an adult was ghost possession stuff.... he did still try to attack a baby as a teen. That's a thing he did! Are we forgetting this????? I guess!!!

GET SOME THERAPY NAMMOON!!

BACK TO THE DOGS:

Sun is strumming a guitar woefully because he misses Jiw:

SHE'S BACK AND THE JIW SUPPORT SQUAD IS THRIVING:

Sun is presumably somewhere sadly shaking a tambourine

IT'S FINALLY HAPPY BOY HOURS

#ayesha says things #ayesha liveblogs oh my ghost #liveblogging #oh my ghost 2018 #thai television #television #long post

[savnofilter]

answering all anonymous asks

i have a lot of mixed opinions and stuff so i just compiled them into one post. the public ones i will be posting separately, simply because i feel they are different. all responses are under the cut!

tw: mentions of pedophilia and gore.

i am and thank you!! i havent really eaten since tuesday but ive trying to keep my fluids up. i hope you are doing okay as well, anon!

~ i learned about puberty when i was 6 only because my sisters had already learnt it (ages 8). the educational sites used were always catered to helping the youth learn about periods, puberty, and everything that comes along with it. once i was at age 8, i also had access to the sites as well.

~ the idea of sex was brought around to me around 8. at 9 i had an experience but i will not get into it since it’s still slightly traumatic for me. other than having a negative experience with it, i yet again already had an understanding because of my older sister’s and i’s class experiences to have a grasp of it.

i would also like to add that my parent were never prudes. bringing up this point, disclaimer that they havent done anything weird to me or my sister. once i was 11 (in 6th grade), i was learning about sex and reproduction. my mother has always told me if i had any questions about that type of stuff, that i should never be afraid to ask. 

if she felt anything was too explicit she would tell me that i didnt have to learn about that right now and that when i am older she would be receptive responding. i honestly think the hate stems from the fact that they dont get dicked down well enough from their own bfs that they have to write the pent up frustration on minor characters.

i mean with the cult running around, yes it is. if you are not in a close circle or have an established following, you will have a much harder time getting your stuff out there. its not impossible but it is much definitely more difficult to start up. 

if you need help with getting your work out there i am more than welcome in trying to help you out tho!

THANK. YOU. someone had to fucking say it, couldnt be me since they refuse to listen to me. do you know how predatory in itself trying to control what minors of the same age doing together???? the only time i can see minors getting “arrested” unless it was public indecency. also why are you an adult knowing about 14 y.os getting arrested for sexual intercourse? 🤡

it definitely is safe. the people most active are teenagers so do not feel afraid. if there are any concerns please come to me since i am the original and head of the server.

!!! exactly. her sorry ass callout post about my age and followers LOL. “sorry i have more notes than you” i- i had to laugh. i think its so funny because if this was about followers i wouldve done this earlier, not when i hit 5,000 followers. 

^ this. all it took was a gabby hannah callout post about my age cnckjsvd couldnt be me. these people preach about keeping kids safe, the kids of the fandom speak up about an abuse and toxicity problem and suddenly we’re ruining the fandom? pick one or the other pls. 🤡

i just honestly find it concerning that theyre thirsting over a character thats um.... HALF YOUR AGE. fake or not its weird asf. its really not your place to say people shouldnt be uncomfortable because you write them “aged 18+” and the most you age them up to is 18 and still write them in U.A. i dont really understand why its such a hard concept to understand.

i just think its concerning that the same people who think i have no sexual awareness have no problem writing characters my age and the only version that theyre aged up is in their fics.

theres something wrong in this equation here.... 😗

lmao these adults have no problem giving people trauma. and yes, yes, and yes. we arent saying that there is a problem aging them up, its how you do it. its really the fact that theyre aging them up and having them at the dorms and aizawa is still somehow, their homeroom teacher? please make it make sense.

if youre especially going to age up someone and youre about 22+, your excuse is that, “their fake so it shouldnt be a problem” is predatory in all the wrong kind of ways. 

^ they hate to see it. but once again they did make this an age thing,,, obviously they only learned about sex when they hit 18, and i have hacked the system and infiltrated adult territory. 🤡

right. people are like 16 y.os cant have sex -- no its in place so adults like you dont think you can fuck them any younger. thats all i have to say. but no, im fifteen, i dont have a brain or any sense of the world. no h*rny card for me.

💀 imagine being old enough to understand that stuff can be triggering and no human should even be saying that... getting those shane dawson gore fantasies here.

“no one is mad at you for writing smut. adults are mad because youre writing smut”

your adults arent mentally sound and this is why im making this post. ❤️

lmao i am okay!! ive been having phantom nerve pain where my knuckles are because of that ask though and i had a gore dream. : ) i spoke clearly and properly, when i took them as a joke (yknow being the clowns that they are), they got mad! 1/10, would not recommend a conversation! apparently shes more mature about me but her last post was about riding a teenager’s forehead cnjk vdfd COULD NOT BE ME. she choose to ignore all the other claims and it shows~ 🍵

i dont really mind, ive been wanting to talk about my age on this blog for a really long time since last but sometimes things come sooner than later. even if you dont support my work, i still thank you for supporting me as a person!

RIGHT?! im just really concerned that there are adults who understand that there are moral issues here and some dont. this is why im making a post on a select few and not the whole adult community. thank you for coming to my TED talk. 

LMFAO but they dont see it?! 😂 i think me writing about characters my own age is much better than someone who has 10+ years, or better yet, MORE THAN HALF THEIR AGE writing about them. you had your hormones suppressed, doesnt mean mine should as well. 💓

personally, if i was an adult and i made a callout post on someone’s age, i would put a disclaimer to not bully the minors in question,,, just putting out there. your mature and respectful queen is doing magic. 🥰

^ and let me make it clear, after the point of time i realized that following was 18+ blogs was bad, i stopped following them. and even now im sifting through and unfollowing all of them. yes, i do have a brain at fifteen and can think. i know its a foreign concept for some people. 😳

no no no, its okay! i lied about being an adult so this all my fault. :D just think its concerning someone so easily can say one thing and everyone can follow. real cult behaviour and shes the leader. been thinking about making a mean girls poster and sticking her pfp on regina, but even regina had redemption and realized she had work to do. : ) 

lmao these people have said, “i started reading/writing smut when i was 11-13 but i realized how wrong it was and stopped” so how does it differ from me? you dont magically get good at 18. dont be a hypocrite.

even adults themselves are afraid to speak up. all it took was a shitty post for them to ignore the whole story. these people ignore all the abuse, therapy, toxicity, pedophilia (umbrella term) and everything else that she and her friends are being brought to light about. it shows how much of a blind eye that people have.

this is not a tati situation, i will not go back on my words.

this is understandable. this is even past the age, and this me repeating myself once again. i wasnt even the one who said i was groomed i- its people who were in your, space. think about that.

it really is. and what makes it more concerning that the same people who preach this will talk about how they want to, “beat us the fuck up” or rip our fingers for showing out concern for the vagueness of aged up in fics sometimes.

i even stated that its not everyone who does this but no one will listen.

#tw gore #tw grooming #sav talks

[a-d-lesbian]

So we've had quite a few future episodes,  Including the unincludeds, no weddings and a funeral, and the longest distance relationship (we could see this one as like an alternate universe, but I choose to think that the only thing that changes is that Haley and Jeff don't have children.) They seem to contradict each other especially in Steve's timelines. In one time line he and Snot get married at 21,  In another one they become business partners and are "inseparable for like 30 years", and in another one Steve goes on to create his own tech company.

 Here's how there can all connect and actually be the exact same time line: 

In college, steve and snot have (quite) a few nights where they just have a little bit too much to drink. They're bored, and they're h*rny (disgustang). So they decide to experiment a little further than they've ever really gone before. In the morning they get dressed, go to breakfast, and never mention any of the encounters again.  One day, the morning after Steve's 21st birthday party, Snot mentions that deal they made when they were younger. He makes an offhand remark about how neither of them are in a serious relationship, and "why wait?" He laughs it off quickly, but Steve just says "ok, cool. We're engaged." Neither of them knows how serious the other is, but they don't talk to, see, or sleep with anyone else, just in case.

 A little after they graduated Steve gets this amazing opportunity to work for some really big Tech company in New York (Or some other big city it doesn't really matter.)  He begs Snot to come with him, but he says that he just can't. He's broke, He can barely afford the plane ticket out there and let alone an expensive apartment. So Steve goes by himself, But they still talk to each other all the time. He's heartbroken, but he thinks he can manage as long as they keep in contact.

 A while passes,  and Steve realizes that he's being grossly underpaid and he could do so much better just running his own company.  So he calls snot up and ask him to be his business partner. Snot denies him, he has his whole life in Langley: his job, his family, and he just met this new girl at synagogue. But he'll always be here to support Steve, no matter what.

 SteveTech takes off fast. Steve get super busy with the company, and he and snot talk less and less with each coming month. Pretty soon Steve is a Multimillionaire and a household name by 28.  He has interviews with dozens of talk shows. They ask him all the typical questions, "What are the upcoming gadgets", "how did you become so successful so young", and other ones Steve can knock out easy. But sometimes they get a little too personal and hit him with the hard one: "so, are you seeing anyone special?"

  "I'm engaged," He thinks slightly bitterly, "but he's with someone else."

 On the outside Steve gives a charming smile and answers no, he's simply too busy.

 When Steve finally returns home he is so happy to have his family back together. Yet sometimes when he catches Haley and jeff smiling at each other, Or his mom and dad swaying together in the kitchen, he feels loneliness he hasn't felt since he first moved from Langley. So he hits up Snot.

"Hey!! Back in Langley! U up 4 drinks???"

"Yeah, you wanna meet at that bar on 6th street at 10?" Followed seconds later by, "ive missed you like crazy"

Steves fingers are shaking as he types out a reply. "Sounds great! Ive missed u too 💞"

They meet at the bar, and it's like they were never apart. They talk and laugh just like old times. It all comes crashing down for steve when snot ask him the inevitable question.

"So, are you seeing anyone"

"No, you know how it is, I'm super busy," he hesitates before continuing with, "are you still seeing that one girl?"

Snot chuckles a little. "Nah we were only together for, like, sixth months"

Steve has to suppress a smirk as he replies with, "sorry to hear about that."

"We were looking for different things," Snot lets the corners of his mouth turn up into a grin, "actually we were looking for the same exact thing."

"And what would that be?" 

"A man."

"Oh," Steve starts to laugh, "I could have told you that after college."

"Really?," Snot leans in close and whispers softly in his ear, so only steve can hear, "why don't we go back to your place and relive our glory days?" 

Later that night, curled up in silk sheets, Steve mentions the morning in the old cafe where they technically got engaged.

Snot lets out a soft, breathy laugh, "I would have married you in an instant if I thought you were serious. I would have taken you to the courthouse that very day."

"You know, technically, we're still engaged. We never called off the engagement." 

They elope before Steve's 31st birthday. 

Steve offers a job Snot as a tech engineer/consultant/whatever else, because honestly he's super qualified and has better ideas than anyone else on his team.

I like to think that when they see past jeff in The Longest Distance Relationship they try to fuck with him hoping that he goes back in the past and tells teenaged steve and snot that they are unhappily married just for shits and giggles.

#this reads like a fanfic outline #i just want them to be in love and married #sneve #steve x snot #steve and snot #american dad #ad

[jungxk]

accidents

filed under: dad!yoongi makes me soft and also h*rny

notes: i really couldn’t resist writing a soft husband and father yoongi drabble. this is a present for those who are patiently waiting for my other fic just one. i’ll be updating it soon but until then pls enjoy!

genre: fluff, comedy, romance

warnings: some brief smut at the end

length: 2.4k

when he was younger, yoongi wondered if he'd even get married let alone have kids. he wasn't really the sappy type; didn't treasure every keepsake, didn't celebrate month-a-versaries and sure as hell didn't coo over tiny baby shoes. but he loved you in his reliable, quiet, comforting way that you adored, and they always did say shit about meeting the right person. which happened to be you. his wife.

two decades later, and yoongi still doesn't consider himself a kids person. the only difference now is that he has his own. three to be exact; all of them accidents, but the pleasant kind. like finding spare change in his coat pocket. although your youngest child - eunmi, who's almost a year and a half - definitely gave him the shock of his life since he didn't think he'd be that guy that'd still be having kids at his age. but you both dealt with it, and coped considering. because it's not like yoongi's kids weren't annoying, whiny, puke-machines. but they were his puke-machines.

"sana, stop wedgy-ing your brother," yoongi hisses while he looks for his card, which is difficult to do with a baby strapped to his chest. "and yugyeom, stop pissing off your sister." 

the kids continue fighting anyway, his nine year old daughter currently tackling his seven year old son into the ground and knocking over one of the bagged groceries in the process. he sighs, watching the broken milk carton soak the shop floor helplessly.

"that's thirty-two seventy," the cashier repeats, not even bothering to hide the disgust on her face when his son suddenly starts wailing loud enough for the windows to crack, digging his snotty nose into yoongi's pant leg.

"yeah one minute," yoongi huffs, lifting one of eunmi's chubby legs off his stomach to pat down another pocket.

"noona pushed me!" he cries, tears wetting his rosy cheeks. "appa did you see? she pushed me!"

"yeah i saw," he sighs sympathetically, patting his son's head. "say sorry to him, sana."

"no!" she stamps her foot, little mouth up in a pout. "he pulled my hair! amma says i shouldn't let boys push me around!"

"he's your brother," yoongi looks down at him apologetically. "but she's right, you deserved it."

yugyeom's lip wobbles up at him, burying his damp face into yoongi's leg again before mumbling, "sorry, noona."

"it's okay," sana grins triumphantly, glad that she won.

"you say sorry too," yoongi warns, finally finding his wallet in his back jeans pocket. eunmi is starting to fidget in her carrier so it's difficult to open it without all his cards flying everywhere, yugyeom clinging to his leg making his balance even more unsteady. "it's not nice to push people, sana-yah. especially not your brother, he looks up to you so you should set an example."

"thirty-two seventy," the cashier says again, making yoongi grit his teeth.

"yeah i heard you," he bites back, shoving his card at her. sana's arms are still crossed stubbornly. "sana. babe, come on."

"fine," she hangs her head and grumbles, "sorry yeomie."

"s'okay," the little boy answers, suddenly cheerful and grabbing his sisters hand to run off and wait by the car together, tracking the milk all over the floor to the exit.

eunmi chooses this moment to grab a fistful of yoongi's hair, and he finds it incredible that his daughter's first word hasn't been a swear considering how much he does around her. he snatches his card back from the grumpy cashier even with a baby hanging off his head, silently promising never to venture out to the store without you ever again. and he means it this time.

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"i want spaghetti!"

"i want kimchi jjigae!"

"you can't have both," yoongi rubs his temples, the throbbing behind them refusing to relent. the kids had been arguing over dinner for half an hour now, and since eunmi was going through a phase of wanting to fall asleep on yoongi's shoulder and absolutely nowhere else lest she screams bloody murder, his legs were beginning to throb. he was at his wits end. "you're going to have to come to a compromise."

yugyeom tilts his head. "compromise?"

"it's when you decide on something that makes you both happy," he says, shifting the baby onto his other hip.

the children turn to each other for a split second, eyes locking in that way only siblings can when they share a single brain cell. "kimchi spaghetti!"

god, did yoongi need a whisky right now.

"there's no such thing as kimchi spaghetti," he says as calmly as possible, but the urge to consume alcohol threatens to total him. even his kids could tell he was at the end of his proverbial rope. sana takes the opportunity to pluck his phone out his pocket and tap away at it with her little fingers, and yoongi wonders yet again whether it's a blessing or a curse that kids grew up with technology at their disposal these days. "what are you doing, sana?"

"kimchi spaghetti," she answers, turning the phone to show him an array of red pasta dishes on google images. "it's real appa, i promise! look!"

so yoongi does, the brightness of the screen making his eyes water without his glasses. he still didn't buy it but it was almost six in the evening and he was starving and he missed you, so if throwing some tomato sauce and old kimchi next to a bit of spaghetti made the day end sooner he'd take it. sighing in defeat, he plucks the phone from his daughter's little hand and puts on top of the fridge on his way to retrieve the chopping board. "fine. now help me wash some tomatoes, please."

he can't help but smile when the children cheer.

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when you finally arrive home a couple hours later, your heart swells at the sight of your husband half asleep on the foot of the bed. even after all these years you had such a big crush on him. having already checked on the kids who were asleep in their rooms, you leave your top buttons undone from where you'd just nursed eunmi. you were coming to the end of the weaning process and soon she'd be exclusively on solids, and fuck if yoongi's favourite thing about parenthood wasn't what it did to your tits. he deserved to enjoy after manning the fort alone this afternoon.

you sit down gently on the comforter, fingers running through his dark hair as he stirs and registers your weight on the bed. his eyes practically light up when he sees you smiling down at him, his saviour in a button down and old nursing bra. he scoots in to rest his head on your thighs, nose digging into your soft tummy. he missed you so much. "when did you get home?"

"a while ago," you giggle, feeling him kiss your belly button through the fabric. he stops when he notices your open shirt, staring at your chest. "i just fed the baby," you laugh again when yoongi's covers you with his body weight so that you lie back against the pillows under him, his head nuzzling between your breasts. you could smell the dry baby vomit and cotton wipes on his shirt, eyes fluttering closed when he begins to kiss up your sternum. "well done for putting the kids to bed alone. how was dinner?"

he grunts, favouring your right breast with his mouth while he fondles the other. "they ate. do with that information what you will."

you grin, splitting your thighs around his hips to let yoongi warm up even closer to your body. "and the grocery store?"

"blonde bitch was at the till again," he huffs over your covered nipple. "i'm just pissed she wasn't the one sana wedgied."

"one of these days she's gonna catch on you don't like her and say something impolite," you chastise, but you're sighing contently under all yoongi's kissing. you had only left him with his own devices for a few hours, but it must have really taken its toll this time. "you know how outspoken she is."

"like her mother," he pecks your collar bone. "i encourage it."

"for now. let's see how you cope when she becomes a teenager."

"please don't," yoongi whines pathetically, because there was no subject he hated more than the mention of his kids growing up. it was by far the shittiest part of this whole procreating thing, watching the little trolls he carried around and coddled get older and need him less and less. he'd never admit it but if yoongi could keep the kids at eunmi's age right now forever, then he would in a heartbeat. cute, chubby, dependant. every father's dream. "so how did your appointment go?"

he feels you stiffen slightly under him. "good," a beat. "really good. definitely don't have a stomach bug,"

"really?" he peers up at you quizzically. "but you were throwing up this whole weekend."

"yeah..." you audibly swallow.

yoongi sits up, giving you some much needed air. you swing your legs over the edge of the bed to stand up again, pacing all the way to the vanity and back while he watches in silence. contrary to popular belief, you had always been the calm one. the one who always took everything in her stride, who never batted an eyelash at life's unexpected turns as if you saw it coming a mile away even though you didn't. yoongi was nowhere near that adaptable, but it didn't matter because you were. if you could handle it, he knew he could eventually too. which is why he looks so concerned when you shoot him a frazzled look.

"babe?" he says softly, resting his elbows on his knees while he watches you. "what is it?"

you peer up at him with your big eyes, so pretty and cute and delectable, and it's like he's nineteen all over again. "i'm pregnant again, yoongi."

a beat. "you're lying."

you shake your head slowly. "7 weeks tomorrow."

fuzzy. that's how yoongi feels, like his body has been emptied of all its insides and stuffed full of cotton. there's not even a train of thought floating through his head because he's too busy staring off into space, shakey hands coming to cover his face after a long five minutes. pregnant. again. he thought you two had already done the surprise baby thing with eunmi, she was supposed to be the happy accident, the cliché third child that no one saw coming.

"four," yoongi mutters.

"huh?" you step closer to him, peeling his hands from his face to reveal his dazed eyes.

"four kids," he huffs, staring up at you in disbelief. he was already tired just thinking about it. there was a time in yoongi's life where he didn't even know if he could keep a steady girlfriend for longer than two months and now he was here. about to be a father for the fourth time. the ice cream and toothepaste craving runs at three in the morning, the foggy pregnancy brain, the back massages, the maternity clothes. you'd have to get a bigger car. and not only that...the birth. feeding, changing, nappies, baby powder, toys, nursery bills. "four...four kids. that's double me and you. do you realise how grossly outnumbered we are..."

you bite your lip while you pet his hair. "i know it's a lot," you say softly, because you had gone through the exact same breakdown a few hours prior. yoongi just sits there dumbly while you cup his cheeks. "to take in, i mean."

he closes his eyes. "i'm going to be forty-one next month."

you wince. if you two were unprepared for eunmi, then this baby would be ten times that. you had settled into this four-bed place after taking out a mortgage just as big thinking that your family would be here for good, finalised your will the year prior, gave away all of eunmi's old baby grows she didn't fit into anymore - so set for a life of five. and now all of a sudden with no warning, it would be six. "yoongi, listen to me."

he looks up at you. "four kids...four. that's like...that's like a litter."

"i know," you say solemnly, pressing your lips together. "i know, okay? the idea of doing this again almost made me rip my hair out in that doctor’s room, so...if you don't think you can do it, tell me. just tell me now. if you can't cope that's okay."

he keeps staring at your open blouse, only half-listening. because amongst the flashing images of bills and calpol and snotty noses and joint pain there's also...giggles. first steps. chubby cheeks and reading late at night. picnics and sunday mornings and fighting over who's turn it was to pick the next song in the car. your exhausted smile after delivery when you hold a baby. school plays. first piece of homework. getting to know his kids slowly, little by little every day, excited for who they’ll become. that special type of relief yoongi only feels when all the kids are asleep and you take him to bed and strip naked for him.

he finally exhales. "okay."

"okay you can't cope?"

"okay," he corrects, taking your hands. "as in i can do it if you can."

holding back your smile is futile because yoongi can feel it against his own when he kisses you, pulling you back onto the bed. only when he removes your underwear and runs his fingers through your slick do you say anything. "i can't believe you knocked me up four times, min yoongi."

"i can," he grunts, rubbing his thumb over your clit while he watches you gasp for him. the upside to all this was that pregnancy sex really was his favourite sex, since his pullout game was never great. clearly. the desire to finish inside you was just too fierce a pleasure to withstand, so yoongi waits until after he cums to entertain the idea of a vasectomy.

#yoongi x reader #yoongi au #min yoongi scenario #yoongi smut #bts x reader #bts scenario #bts au #suga x reader #suga au #suga scenario #bangtan x reader #bangtan au #bangtan scenario