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angelguk · 4 years

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→ bad behaviour 03 — a namjoon scenario

member: kim namjoon

word count: 7.5k

rating: 18+

genre: established relationship + smut + college!au

warnings: we’re ovulating!!! / introduction to the breeding kink that will plague this couple forever / was meant 2 be a drabble?? im incapable we know that / eh big joon!!!! / manhandling kink / pet names used a lot / joon thinks he’s gf is dumb and wants to breed her idk man / size kink / crying when cumming / oc shy for once / discussion of twitter porn / creampie / oc is on birth control (obvs dont do this if u dont want a kid but this is a fanfic u know) / mentions of fisting porn / cock warming!! / if u see a typo no u dont

soundtracks: more than enough + morroco, alina baraz

prompt: “don’t you think there is always something unspoken between two people?” (Something Unspoken, Tennessee Williams).

It’s a rather serene Thursday afternoon, the late autumn breeze sweeping through the campus air. The stillness was ideal for studying, alluding to assignment deadlines creeping round the corner. Which was why your butt is firmly parked in the mess of Kim Namjoon's sheets.

The man in question is hunched in the corner of his dorm room, one large hand idly tugging at the chestnut mane on his head and his neck curved with attentiveness. You wish you possessed the determinate focus that he had, but your thoughts have a mind of their own, spiralling further into the darkest depths of your mind as they gingerly coax forth memories that spark a searing heat deep inside of you. You feel tight, drawn like the bow of an arrow, a stark contrast to the tranquillity spilling around you. The fact that Namjoon is practically naked isn’t helping your consciousness. Your gaze lingers on the rows of muscles lining his broad back, the tension running through them emphasising the dips and curves in his golden skin. His eyes, however, are glued to the myriad of words before him, the pen grasped in his grip swift as he scribbles down notes you know you’ll never be able to decipher. Not that you needed too, it was intriguing that such a put-together man like Namjoon had handwriting that essentially resembled chicken scratch. It was atrocious — but still elegant, very much embodying the person to whom the writing belonged to. You can’t recall what assignment he intended to complete today — something about the presentation of nihilism in Russian literature or whatever — but he’s devoted all his attention to it, meticulous in the numerous sticky notes and page markers that line the novel perched on his desk. It’s bent with the remembrance of his fingers, sepia-toned dogged-ear pages staring at the ceiling of his dorm room. Something blooms within you the longer you look at him, faint but strong like a tide shifting towards the shores. You don’t even register the slip of your laptop from your lap, legs sprawling open unconsciously. It spurs so quick you can’t even clamp down on it, the desire you have for the burly man bent over his world of words just a few steps away. But you know how much Namjoon values his academics. It’s with a muffled groan that you roll over, burrowing your face into his pillows in hopes that the wave will subside. It doesn't — crawling beneath your skin begging you to give in.

It’s the click of Namjoon’s pen that gets you, a sharp note that cuts through the burning of your body. Your thighs seal together, the slick that collects between your legs sticking to your core. With a sigh that you shift again, reaching out for your laptop. It’s best to look for a distraction, give him the space he needs to concentrate. At yet, your gaze can’t help but drift. He’s not covering an inch of skin, burly arms and thick thighs on display like he wants to tempt you. There are no words to describe how much you hate him — nor how much you long to have him inside of you too.

You recall it with a jolt — the lave of his wide tongue against your folds, licking you apart with deft swift swipes that leave you weeping into his sheets more nights than you’d like to admit. You shuffle again, helpless to the yearnings of your mind. The heat on your inner thighs is a phantom. Namjoon likes to hold you down, press your hips into his sheets against the whims of your squirming. It’s the way he looks at you when you’re on the verge of tears, a wanton hunger in his eyes that unravels you fast. You can almost see it, thighs subconsciously nudging against each other. Then there’s the stretch of his fingers, larger than you own. He’s pushed you to the edge with just two of them before, persistent against that spot inside of you until he’s satisfied with the blissed slackness that descends upon your features. Then he’d add another, and another. There’s an undeclared thought between the two of you. You’ve noted the fisting porn in his Twitter bookmarks. Maybe one day you’ll have the guts to let him try.

For now, you swallow it down. Suffocate that longing until the embers burning within you smother to ashes. Your laptop returns to resting at an angle at your hip, gaze idling running through your readings. The words don’t sink in though, sitting on your skull before hastily floating away. There’s not much space for anything else but Namjoon at the moment, no matter how hard you try to reread the paragraphs or stare at your screen. You don’t even have to open the app on your phone to know what’s going on with your body. This is your first full ovulation with him. Usually, he’s preoccupied with assignments or TA responsibilities that cut your time together short, interrupting this part of your cycle and leaving you to your own devices. You hadn’t fully wormed your way into Namjoon’s life to demand all his attention just yet. This was still new, untested. Namjoon was independent and so sure of himself that telling your boyfriend that you needed him to stop focusing on his future to raw the crap out of you (multiple times) felt incredibly selfish.

You stare at the words in front of you until they swim, wishing you didn’t feel like this. Like you needed Namjoon to breathe. You can wait it out, maybe get what you’re dying for after post-studying cuddles and take-out. Even if it takes every ounce of your willpower to clasp your legs together and not jump the wonderfully large man that is your boyfriend.

Unbeknown to you, the same yearning that plagues you chips away at his resolve. A persistent want that wavers in the back of his mind, clamouring for attention, because even with his eyes stuck on the pages beneath him, he can sense your fidgeting.

Your attention span is incredibly short — Namjoon knows this. It ricochets off the walls even when you’re sitting still. It’s taken time, but Namjoon has gradually adjusted to it, muting the powerful waves of energy that radiate off of you when necessary. Today, however, is different. That energy he’s learnt to ignore eats him alive, sinking below his skin and leaving him buzzed as he scours his brain for any meaningful essay points. He keeps flipping through the pages of the novel, mind attempting and miserably failing to piece together a cohesive argument that correlates with the evidence he’s got highlighted in a loud neon yellow.

All because he can’t stop thinking about you.

He wants to blame it on the fact that he hasn’t seen you in a while (which is a blatant lie). Namjoon saw you two days ago. You were wearing that floral skirt that he loves, the fabric hiking up your thighs whenever you lined yourself against his side, snuggling deep into him like you never wanted to leave. He hates that skirt — hates it — because now he can’t think of anything but it, thoughts blurring at the memory of your bare skin. Skin that he loves to mark, latch onto until violets and blues blossom. His mind is running before he can catch it, falling into a dangerous reminiscence of images that sit heavy in his gut. That stupid skirt flipped up your waist and his head between your thighs. Nothing feels as good as you do on his tongue. He loves the way you taste, the sounds that drift from your lips, the way your thighs twitch and tremor as you unravel underneath him. You get so loud when your high hits you. He knows his roommates have heard you before, but he truly doesn’t care. He loves hearing you scream his name, drives him to the brink of insanity if he’s being honest. Yet, it’s the way you look at him afterwards, a deliriousness swimming in your eyes that makes Namjoon want to keep you in his bed forever. Fuck you until you can’t walk without feeling him deep inside of you. Paint your skin so that everyone knows who you belong to.

His head hits the table with a muted thud, a low sighing escaping into the air. The tent in his loose shorts hurts. There’s a part of him that’s mortified — how could he get hard just from the thought of you when you're sitting right there on his bed? Perhaps it’s proof that you’ve invaded everything he is. His space, his heart, his mind.

“Namjoon?” You question, tone tentative in the silence that consumes him whole. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” he grunts. And then his brain settles, a tightness in his stomach that he can’t deny. “Actually, no I’m not.”

You don’t even have time to register it before he's moving towards you. It's as if he's flown from his desk, gliding through the space between you to firmly plant himself on top of you. Your laptop is knocked to the side, lost in the muss of his bed sheets as Namjoon moulds himself into you. You can't help the breathless giggle that hits the air. It's cut by the weight of Namjoon on you. He's heavy, all hard muscles and broad shoulders. Your fingertips slip against the fabric of his shirt — 100% pure cotton because he's fastidious like that — a lightness forming in your chest just from the feel of him in your hands. He sighs and you melt, losing yourself in him as he burrows his head into the hollow of your neck. The kiss he places there is soft, but it hits like a torrent of rain, drowning you harshly. Your body ignites like the flame you wanted to smother was never extinguished. You cling to him, the only thing keeping you afloat in the wave of adoration that crashes into you.

"What are you doing? What's wrong?" You murmur, vibrating when he kisses you again. Namjoon hums in response, his wide hands shifting to settle on the back of your thighs, gently spreading your legs apart to nestle himself there. Your back jolts when you feel it — feel him. Hard and needy against your core, a heat radiating where you meet. The flutter in your eyes is automatic, brain shutting down when he rolls his hips. He nips your neck then, a light press of his teeth into the delicate skin. You stop breathing when he smothers the pain with a kiss, thoughts dissolving into the air as you stare at the ceiling of his dorm, thinking you're never going to let this man go.

"Namjoo—" His mouth is on you before you can even finish your sentence, swallowing the words with a gentle press of his lips until yours fall apart. Kissing him might be one of your favourite activities ever. He feels good against your lips, ginger but sure in how he works you open, drawing sighs from your throat like he was born to do so. It’s easy to give in, your hips moving against his and your fingers dragging through his hair. It’s with a soft gasp that you part, the air around you electric. His brown eyes are dark but they gaze at you with an adoration that makes your heart swell. There are moments where you feel it on the tip of your tongue, a proclamation that yearns to spill out. But it’s too early to say anything like that yet. So you draw him closer instead, the content laugh that floats from his throat caught in your mouth. This kiss is different, more desperate, a hope that he understands what you mean heavy in your chest. You think he does because he kisses you back with an intent that leaves you breathless, a heady thing that has you arching into him before it peters out into tender little pecks. Your heart is so full it could explode.

And it does a second later when he drops a light kiss on your forehead, his wide hands settling on the backs of your thighs as he presses himself further into you. You know he feels the slick drenching your underwear by the hitch in his breath.

“Study break?” He offers, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes that ensnares you. A danger that glows like stars adorning a velvet sky.

“Namjoon,” you groan in response, legs wrapping around his waist. You can feel the length of him, hard and twitching against you. “You can’t just do that! It’s not fair.”

“Why? You don’t want me to fuck you?” There’s a nudge that coaxes another slip from your core. The whine that leaves your lips is instinctual.

“I do! It’s just that — um — just that I’m ovulating right now.”

The second the word leaves your mouth he freezes, broad body suspended over you and a distant look sweeping over his honey eyes. And then something clicks, his cock settling further into you, a twitch along his length that echoes in your nerves.

“Right now?” The words that leave his mouth are measured, his gaze locking on your own as if he’s weighing the consequences of his desires.

“Yes, right now. I don’t know if we—”

“Can I be honest with you? I haven’t been able to focus since you came over and the idea of you ovulating is doing nothing but making me extremely hard right now.”

“I — what? Really? Are you serious?”

He nods, unabashed as the blush rising beneath his golden skin. Your fingers dig further into his back, the want that sweeps through your system feral. It's so swift that you can’t control the rise of your hips nor the warmth that pools in your gut. Namjoon dissolves right back into you, the groan that slips from his mouth meeting the heat of your skin as he burrows himself back into the crook of your neck. You’re no longer thinking, your brain stuck on the feeling of his cock against you, direct with every drag of his hips. He wants this as much as you do, a realisation that you’re still trying to comprehend. You have to ask again, terrified of the teetering edge you’re on.

“You sure? Like really?”

He scoffs, shifting back to give you a look. “You’ve seen my NSFW twitter, baby. You know what’s there.”

“Yeah, a lot more fisting porn than I ever expected.” There’s a beat of silence, Namjoon’s gaze shifting into something you can’t decipher. “Not that I’m against fisting,” you quickly amend, “It was just surprising.”

“Fair enough, but that wasn’t the only thing there.”

You know what he's referring to but seeing other people commit the act and then doing it yourself were too completely different things. There are still some things you’re too ashamed to say out loud and that particular kink of one of them. While your ovulation had a rather stronghold over you, so did your inner mortification.

Namjoon, on the other hand, cannot be bothered to beat around the bush. “You’ve seen what’s there right?" He repeats. "Creampies? Cum play? Breeding—”

“Don’t say that!”

He pauses, a playful grin tugging at his lips.”Is that what you want? Because you’re ovulating? What me to stuff—”

“Namjoon, stop it!”

He laughs then, a low sound dangerous that fills the room and swallows the embarrassment that eats away at you alive. “How can I? My pretty girl wants me to breed her, stuff her full of cum until it’s leaking from her cunt. You want that right? Want my cock so deep you feel it tomorrow? Am I right, baby? Hmm?”

You’re not looking at him, cheeks burning with every word parting his lips, but your cunt agrees wholeheartedly, leaking against your panties at the thought of Namjoon fucking you full. He doesn’t take your silence well though, a firm hand clasping around your jaw and tugging your focus right back into him. There's a glint in his eyes, a sharp dark wild thing.

“Baby.” He says it slowly, the word tumbling from his lips and right into the heat forming in your core. “Is that what you want?”

“Maybe,” you retort, feeling the twitch that tremors through his jaw deep inside of you. Namjoon scoffs, hand dropping from your chin. The absence of his touch has you scrambling after it, the movement occurring before you can bite back your desperation.

“Maybe? Then you don’t want it enough do you? I should leave you to study, don’t you think?”

“Namjoon.” Your fingers grip into his shirt before he can shift away, a pounding in your chest that terrifies you. “Maybe I do want it — a lot — I just can't say it.”

“You can’t say it?” He cocks an eyebrow. “But you know how to use your words when you’re arguing with me.”

He’s infuriating and he’s doing it on purpose from the telltale gleam in his eyes. You don’t know what to despise more; Namjoon and his provocations or your inability to vocalise your desires. But that anger withers into wanting the second he settles back between your thighs, cock hard and heavy where you need him most. Yet, still, saying it out loud isn’t possible for you just yet. But you do want it, a great deal more than you’d ever admit.

“That’s different,” you say instead. “That’s when you’re being stupid.”

The eye-roll you're granted is brimming with exasperation. “Of course, you would say that.”

“And I’m correct.”

“Sure, you are,” Namjoon returns, nuzzling into your chest. He’s saying it to complacent you and it ticks you off

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You ask, a warning in your voice.

Namjoon sighs, perfect face burrowed between your boobs. “I’m not arguing with you right now. You look cute when you get mad and I’m hard enough as it. Besides, that’s not the point.”

That should not have you buzzing, the word cute sticking out from the rest of his horrid statement like a neon light in the dark. But you let it rest, preoccupied with the fact that:

a. Namjoon is horny

b. So are you

“So,” you say. “What was the point?”

“The point is that you’re too shy to say you want me to stuff you—”

Point B no longer exists. You are no longer horny even when he’s looking at you like that with that stupid lopsided grin of his.

“I get it,” you retort, “I get the point. And I’m not saying that. Not today, not ever.”

“Oh? Are you sure about that?” There’s a challenge there, and like an idiot you fall for it, raising an indignant eyebrow in response.

“Yes, I will not—”

He’s got the band of your sweatpants down in a second, wiggling the fabric down your hips and past your butt faster than you can blink. You don’t object, a muffled giggle drifting from your throat when he finally gets them off, tossing the pants somewhere in the corner of his room, something to be searched for later, not now. That giggle shifts to a moan the second his face dives between your thighs, the deep breath he takes in kindling a flame in your gut. There’s the faint press of his tongue through the cotton of your underwear, the low groan he lets out when he feels the wetness seeping through your panties setting something off within you.

“Oh — oh — N-Namjoon!”

“Yes, baby?” Another lick, tongue quick and firm against your drenched core.

“Don’t play with me. I can’t handle that right now.”

“I’m not playing,” he remarks. “Just giving you a reason to say you want me to stuff you full of my cum. I know you want to say it anyway.”

You huff. “You think I’ll give in that easi — hgnh.” He’s tearing your underwear off, tongue landing back onto your wet folds before you can register the fact that the fabric is gone. A few firm wet laves of that muscle against your cunt and you can see your resolve crumbling. He knows exactly where to lick and drag his tongue, nose buried into the apex of your cunt as if he wants to breathe you in. You can’t help the buck of your hips, a tremor running down your thighs when his tongue slips into your hole, pressing in with purpose and leaving you breathless in his sheets. But then he’s drawing away and you glance down to find him staring at your cunt in wonder, his rouge mouth glistening with your slick.

“How can I not,” Namjoon says, offering a kitten lick that spikes a shock in your spine, “Play with you when you’re so fun to play with, angel.” The smile on his lips is dangerous.

Your hand settles on his head and Namjoon curls into it. But instead of dragging your fingernails against his skull and pulling him closer like you know he loves, you shove him away, swiftly squeezing your thighs shut. If you’re going to play this game, you’re doing it on your terms.

“You’re not being fair,” you say. Namjoon blinks at you like you’re insane, obviously thinking with the dick in his pants rather than his head. “Go back to your Isaac Turganife or whatever.”

“It’s Ivan Turgenev, baby,” he replies, sighing slow. “And I don’t want to go? Do you really want me to?” He plants a tender kiss on your bare thigh and you burst with want, slick leaking out even though you didn’t intend it to.

“Not fair,” you say again. But you don’t want him to leave you like this, at the mercy of your hormones and the sudden remembrance of Namjoon’s thick cock stretching you open. “But no, I don’t want you to go. Just don’t play with me please.”

“Okay, that’s fine. But if we’re being honest here all I can think about is seeing my cum leak out of you. I just want you to want that as much as I do.” He says it in a rush like he’s afraid he won’t have the nerve to admit it if he doesn’t do it right now.

But I do, you think, walls fluttering just from the flash of that image in your mind. I do, Namjoon. And yet, you can’t say it.

“I’m ovulating, Namjoon,” you retort instead.

“And you’re also on birth control,” he rebuttals. “PEMDAS or whatever. It cancels out the baby option, right?”

“You are so dumb it hurts, Kim Namjoon,” you murmur, fighting the urge to kiss your stupid boyfriend. It’s a very odd conversation to be having when your cunt is on display and his dick is hard in his pants but you’re having it anyway.

“We’ve fucked raw before though?” He continues, still not piecing it together. “And so far, no baby. So no problem right?”

“When I’m not ovulating. Less risk, at least that’s what I like to believe.”

“Well I suggest you start believing that right now because I would very much like to see you stu—”

“Stop saying that you’re making me want to turn celibate!”

“Oh?” Namjoon remarks. “And yet you’re leaking all over my sheets every time I mention it.”

“I will cut you off from sex for a week if you say something like that again,” you retort.

Namjoon grins like he knows this is affecting you on a deeper level than your cunt being wet. “Fair enough, but I have to ask. Do you want that?”

“Want what?” Feigning ignorance is the safest bet until that shift in his eyes appears.

“Want my cum?” he says it so easily, unaffected while your face rushes with heat.“Inside of you, leaking out of you… All of it?”

And maybe you stop breathing at the thought of feeling full of everything Namjoon had to offer you, your walls clenching tight.

“Maybe. Maybe I do, I don’t know.” You do know and Namjoon knows that you do too. It’s with a defeated murmur that you admit it, voice soft in his room. “Okay, fine. I do. I want that.”

“You do?” There’s an edge in his voice. “You want me to bre—”

“Stop it before I change my mind.”

He laughs, a light warm thing that digs into your chest. “Okay, okay! Sorry, babe. Do you want me to prep you? My mouth? My fingers? You can decide.”

It’s settled so quick in your brain you realise it was never up for debate. “Neither. Just you. I just want you.”

He halts, honey eyes locked on yours for a moment, before springing to his feet and tugging his shirt over his head with speed. “We can do that,” he mumbles, his knees bumping against the foot of his bed. His pants come off next, plummeting to the ground where he kicks them off a moment later. It’s only then that you see the consequence of actions, straining painfully against his boxer briefs. He shifts to tug those off too but you cut the movement before it happens, shuffling forward until your hand is cupped around his length. Namjoon doesn’t protest, rolling into the tiny palm of your hand. You love the way he feels underneath your palm, thick and hard and heavy, a weight you long to feel inside of you. He sighs low when you grip him, watching your fingers wrap around the outline of his dick through the fabric. It’s only then that you realise, your gaze slipping down his body, subtly noting the sharp intake of breath when your lips mimic what he did to your underwear before he ripped it off, that Namjoon has been holding himself back.

He wants this, badly. It’s evident from the tightness in his voice when he speaks a moment later.

“Angel,” It’s said low, a warning. “I thought we said we wouldn’t play with each other.”

He’s right. With a small pout, you lean away and Namjoon wastes no time moving into your space, strong arms swapping your arm just to land you back at the head of his bed. You suddenly remember your laptop, lost in the mess of his sheets. Namjoon is kind enough to relocate it before climbing right back into your space, cock digging into your stomach when he kisses you again. It doesn’t take long before your top is gone, joining Namjoon’s pants on the floor, and then you’re digging the band of his underwear down, your lips still slotted together and a wetness rapidly forming between your thighs at the feel of his bare cock against you.

But he’s impatient, shuffling you around the second his length is freed. Your back is hard against his mattress, fingers grasping at the sheets when Namjoon knocks your knees apart. There’s a moment of bated breath, his large hands lingering against the bare skin of your exposed thigh, brown eyes locked on your wet folds. His gaze is so intense you instinctively want to clamp your legs shut, shy away from how seen you feel under his eyes. Yes, technically you were naked in his bed but there’s something else that he draws out just from looking at you. Something that makes you nervous because you like it so much.

“Don’t hide from me.” It’s whispered in the heat of the air, Namjoon picking up on how your legs drift together. He’s got them pressed apart a second later, grip firm but gentle, and your stomach does a swoop so dangerous you’re left violently reeling, the ceiling above you spinning. “Don’t do that, angel. Too pretty to hide from me. I want to see all of you.”

You can only hum in response, throat clogged with words that won’t form into coherent sounds. But Namjoon understands you regardless, kissing you senseless as his massive body descends on yours. His hands are on your ass a second later, gripping tight as his length nudges against your core. You just might cry, desperation bubbling in your chest. He draws away gently but you don’t want to let him leave, fingers taut on his broad back, gripping onto the very muscles that had you heady just earlier today. There’s a whine on your tongue that he swallows before you part once more. The laugh that slips from his lips at the sight of your pouted mouth is fond. He grants you another peck, soft and tender, before Namjoon rips himself away, determined this time.

His hips are lined against yours a moment later, cock stiff and dripping with precum. And yet your gaze doesn’t tear from the arms trapping you in his sheets. His biceps look huge, massive actually, all hard muscle and pure strength. It’s doing something to the base part of your brain because you can’t stop thinking about how large Namjoon is. Caving you in, your personal shelter from the world. Is it weird that you feel protected? Safe in the bed of this boy. You wouldn’t mind hiding here forever. A part of you wants to kiss him again, but Namjoon’s focused on other things, oblivious to the cave-woman looking for a mate thoughts running amok in your brain.

They dissipate the moment the head of his cock nudges at your entrance. Just a light tease, but he splits you open quick enough.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, angel. Didn’t need me to prep you at all.”

You mumble a noise that you’re not sure leaves your throat. He’s taking it slow on purpose, pushing in inch by inch so that you feel every part of him filling you up. It’s intoxicating, how the feeling of the slow drag of his cock overtakes everything in your brain. You’ll never get over how big Namjoon is, no matter how many times he fucks you. Each shift of his hips forward coaxing slick from your cunt. It pools at your entrance, dripping over his length until he’s glistening with your wetness.

“F-fuck,” He head drops down to the hollow of your neck the moment he’s sheathed inside, the velvet walls of your pussy gripping him hard. It’s too much for the both of you, bodies strung high on the want that threatened to consume you both. But he feels good like this, lodged in your cunt, stretching you wide and making a place for himself right between your legs. He gives you a moment to adjust and then the coiled spring in him snaps.

“So fucking tight around me, angel. Taking my cock so well.” There’s an edge in his voice, a warning for what’s to come.

You groan when he draws up, a tiny squeal erupting from your throat when he slams back down, hips angled to piston you into his sheets. The pounding is hard and unforgiving, a contradiction to the gentle look in his gaze. He holds you tight, giving you no room to shuffle under the bruise of his thrusts.

You can’t do anything but mumble his name, tongue numb in your mouth as he fucks you senseless.

“You’re dripping so much, baby. Making a mess on the sheets. You wanted my dick that bad, huh? Wanted me to fuck you full? Stuff this dirty cunt of yours?”

“J-Joon!” There’s an arch in your back, a dangerous tingle fluxing through your nerves when his mouth latches on your neck, your chests pressed against each other. Each drive into you pushes out a haggard breath, the heat into the room wrapping around your joint bodies, your arms slung over his shoulders, gripping him tight as he unravels you with his cock. Time stops, nothing punctuating the moment apart from the lewd sound of your meeting, your slick slipping from your cunt each time he hits deep. And he keeps at it, fucking you with a vigour that feels new and vicious.

You can feel him tensing beneath your fingertips, a soreness spreading through your muscles with every hard thrust of his hips into you. But you don’t care, delirious with the feeling of his cock deep within you, slamming right into that spot that has you dangling off the edge. The tight grip on your thighs adds to it, Namjoon pressing you down as he fucks you open like you’re nothing but a toy for his pleasure. He slams into you with abandon, his lips on your neck. Every drag is loud in the room, the slick pooling around your entrance orchestrating the sound of your meeting. You love how he feels over you, broad and big and pinning you down with an ease that shouldn't have you stomach twisting but it does. And he knows that, reading the whimpers that leave your throat well. You can feel it, the knot that tightens with every hard drive of him into you. So close, a blink of your eyes and you could be there. But then he slows, cock squelching against your entrance with a half-hearted thrust.

“Namjoon—" You’re burning, fingers scrambling to push his hips down, shove your hips up. Anything. Anything because if he gives you nothing you’ll implode.

“My baby is so quiet today. Hmm? Why are you so quiet? You don’t want my cum? Don’t want me to breed this tight little cunt of yours?” There’s a in his tension colouring his deep voice, like he’s holding back from saying something. You want to ask but your needs are forefront in your mind clamouring for attention.

“Joon!” He nips your neck at that whine and you dissolve into his sheets, nothing but pleasure running through your limbs. “Namjoon please, please, please. I want it, Joon, need it.”

He cocks his head, a languid roll into your core that has you squirming underneath his hold. “Need what? Words baby, words.”

“Need your cum.” It’s shameful to say and the heat in your cheeks makes it obvious, Namjoon doesn’t care, shifting his hips so that his cock slowly slips out. Your legs clamp around him so quick that his chest smacks into yours, a muffled sigh escaping into the air.

“Need it where?” He says, hips rigid with how he holds himself back. It takes tenacity to make you work for it. You feel perfect around him, tight pussy stretched around his length and your slick dripping all over. So needy, so wet, velvet walls clinging to his cock leaving him weak even though he tries to hide it. You’re intoxicating, your heat, the feeling of your body moulded into his, the way you moan his name. He wants to hear you scream it though, hear your throat go hoarse with each cry until you're a blubbering mess in his bed. There are other things he wants too, but he needs to hear you say this first.

“Inside,” you reply, a perfect whimper drifting from your bruised lips. “Inside me, Namjoon, please.”

He gives in then and there, resolve shattering when his gaze drifts to the minuscule grind of your hips against his own, his cock sinking deep with every shift of your waist upward. It’s not long until he’s sheathed back inside of you, length twitching against the heat of your walls. He wants to take it slow, make you beg for him a little more, but there’s a weight in his gut that threatens to drop. And then his focus shifts to the span of your stomach and it slams into him so quick he nearly chokes. He may joke about it as a kink, the idea of fucking you until you were bearing his child, but the actual vision of your stomach swelling hadn’t occurred in his thoughts until right then. You would look ethereal, round with evidence of his love for you. He can’t help the palm that settles there as his hips slowly rut forward, forcing himself deeper, needing to see you stretch out for him.

“Joon,” you sigh, shuddering at the press of his balls against your ass.

He hums, thoughtful, dark eyes lingering on the sway of your chest. “Yes, baby?”

“Harder, please, harder.”

“Anything my baby wants, she gets. Isn’t that right, princess.” And then he’s falling out of you, quick when he slams back down. Your voice sounds foreign to your eyes, brain roughly registering the harsh feeling of his hands as he swiftly rearranges you, cock still buried deep, until your knees are folded over his broad shoulders. The quake in your thighs is violent. But you don’t protest, mind unable to shift from the hard pistons he delivers into your cunt, thrusts demanding your release. There’s the sway of the bed beneath you, soft sheets bundling underneath the weight of your joint bodies, a heaviness in the air you breathe. He fucks you with a purpose that wasn’t there before, as if he needs to see you stuffed with his cum, unravelling around his length, a mess beneath him.

And you give it to him, shuddering when his fingertips sneak to your clit, the flickers he lands there unfaltering. That combined with the steady drag of his cock has your vision blanking, contentment spilling through your nerves as your high hits. It’s quick; a hard fast thing and spreads right from your core and through your system. Namjoon fucks you through it, swallowing your incoherent mumbling with a deft press of his lips against yours. You don’t realise you’re crying until he swipes a thumb along your cheeks, dropping a kiss on the damp skin of your face.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs. You don’t miss how his hips speed up, muscles tense underneath your trembling fingertips. “So pretty. My pretty girl.”

“Cum in me,” you reply, breaking away to catch his gaze. Namjoon chokes, hips faltering. You don’t let him process it, still riding high on the look colouring his features. This is what he wanted from you, and you’re drunk enough on the feeling of him deep inside of you to say it. There’s still a tremor in your walls that grips him tight and you aid it by raising your hips upwards, the bend uncomfortable but worth the darkness that consumes the brown of his eyes. A part of you wants to say it again and you do, voice low in the room. “Joon, I need you. Need to feel full.”

“Fuck me.” It’s said under his breath but you don’t miss it, stomach twisting when his cock slams into you. It’s hard and mean. Namjoon takes everything you’re giving him, folding you into his mattress and driving his hips hard enough for the bed-frame to shift, a low thud against his bedroom wall. You let him have his way, groaning into his ear, the sheen of sweat that builds on both your bare bodies glimmering under the dwindling glow of the sunlight. There’s a faint tepid heat flickering in your core and it sparks up when Namjoon lands a hard kiss on the span of your neck, moaning low as he splits you open on his cock.

“So fucking tight.” There’s a hitch in your rugged breathing, your grip on his ruined sheets fierce. “So wet. All for me. All mine. Right, baby? This is mine, isn’t it?”

“Yours,” you whisper in return, lost in the feeling of him enclosing you in. “All yours.”

His lips are soft against your own, a delicate press of his mouth that doesn’t match how hard he’s fucking you. But you revel in it, rupturing into something bright and wild and full of love underneath the piston of his hips. It’s good now, the sensitivity you felt a moment ago ebbing into nothing but heat and want. You don’t miss how he twitches against your walls, thrusts growing erratic with every lewd slam of his length inside of you. And you want it, reminding Namjoon of that fact with wicked whispers in his ear. He caves fast, a few last hard rolls before he paints your walls in his release, the moan he lets out bleeding into your skin. You’re on edge now, the feeling of Namjoon’s cum coating your cunt when you’re at peak fertility doing something stupid to your brain. It shouldn’t turn you on — in fact you should be terrified. You weren’t ready to be a parent, yet the weight of him on you, the spurt of cum that slips from your cunt when he draws again, sends your spiralling. It’s swift, the swing of your legs back around his waist.

“No — don’t, don’t move. Not yet.”

Namjoon pauses, checks still warm and his skin a pretty golden rouge. You don’t enjoy the way he reads you.

“We can’t cuddle like this. Remember what we did last time? The cockwarming?” He suggests it easily. He gets what this is doing to you even when you don’t understand it at all. You nod because the idea of Namjoon not lodged inside you sounds abhorrent. He shifts the both of you quick enough, his softening dick back to half-mast the moment your protest emerged. It’s easier like this, with you sprawled on his broad chest. You don’t want to acknowledge it but you’re still somewhat wound up and the feeling of him holding you close, your cunt stuffed full of his cum, is doing unimaginable things to your brain. You pretend it isn’t, snuggling into the valley of his massive chest, feeling safe and secure. And then Namjoon opens his mouth.

“We’re going to have to talk about this. You know that right?”

“No, we don’t have to talk about it. Ever. Pretend this never happened.”

His laughs echoes in your heart. “Baby, I just came in you and you’re ovulating. That’s fairly risky, don’t you think?”

“I told you!” You whack his arm for good measure. “I told you it was dumb.”

“But I liked it,” Namjoon continues, staring intently at the ceiling. “A lot.” You flutter, cheeks hot at his admission, a bubbling in your chest that shouldn’t be there. “And judging from how you’re using my dick to keep my cum inside of you, I’m guessing you liked it too.”

“...Maybe.” You hate it but he’s right. You liked having him use you like that, the prospect of his cum doing more than leaving you euphoric with satisfaction lingering in the depths of your mind.

“Maybe?” He scoffs, wide hand gently pushing you off his chest despite the whine you release. “Get off then, I need to check if my dick is intact. I think I saw the fifth dimension when I came.”

“Shut up, please!” You cling to your boyfriend, viciously wiggling around until you feel him twitch inside of you. It’s too nice of a feeling to lose just yet. “Why are you ruining it?”

“Why can’t you admit what you’re into? Speaking of that subject, I don’t know what your kinks really are. So far there’s been a bit more exhibitionism than I expected from you but the breeding one… is different. Not bad. Just different,” he suddenly rambles.

“Because it’s embarrassing.” Your voice is small, landing on his naked chest in the silence of his room. His hand shifts from shoving you off to gingerly resting on you back, rough fingertips languidly tracing patterns on your skin. The motion is reassuring, yet you can still hear the eye roll in his voice when he speaks.

“You’ve seen the fisting porn on my NSFW twitter, what the hell do you mean embarrassing?”

“It just is!” You protest. “I’m not sure what I’m into.”

“I think you are, you’re just not comfortable admitting it to yourself. Don’t you watch porn? Or have any particular fantasies?” Namjoon’s persistent despite your deflection and while some part of you hates it, you know he’s right. He always is — well most of the time.

“I do,” you retort instead, refusing to give him an ounce of triumph. “You know that don’t be dumb.”

“Well then,” Namjoon returns, curiosity colouring his voice, “What’s your NSFW twitter? I’ve shown you mine, let me see yours.”

“I don’t have one…”

There’s a pause, the hand on your back drawing to a halt. You can hear the cogs in his head turning.

“You don’t? What do you use then?”

“...Yours,” you whisper. The breath that falls from his lips is horrified. “I like most of the stuff you like,” you quickly tack on. Somehow this is more shameful than admitting that you like being stuffed with Namjoon’s cum. The silence carries on and you're left stewing in your thoughts, looking for a way out of this awkward mess when Namjoon starts up again, a tentativeness in his tone that concerns you.

“Most of what I like,” he says. Another pause. “... Including the fisting porn?”

“Namjoon,” you snap, “Shut up.” You can’t believe you’re allowing this man to plug his dick in you after sex, can’t believe it at all. It’s a horrible realisation to come too especially when he breaks out into a loud laugh, his chest shuffling you around with every quick intake of air and the sound of his glee resounding in your heart.

“Sorry, angel,” he offers between muffled laughs. You hate him. You do even if you love him ten times more than you hate him. “We should make you one after this,” Namjoon says. “And then get food. Sounds good with you?”

“Food first,” you retort, mellow in the arms of your lover. “And then the Twitter porn.”

#namjoon smut #namjoon x reader #namjoon fanfic #namjoon imagine #smutcentralnet #bts x reader #btswritingcafe #btswriterscollective #*posts then runs away*

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prosecco courage

warnings: unprotected sex bc they’ve had the discussion in my head prior to this night so if you haven’t wrap before you tap folks. smut obvs, swearing, light choking and a boy giving into a girls persistent ways

a/n: asbfjasds I feel like I'm so bad at smut I'm so sorry but nevertheless, here is 5k of it bc the live tonight finally got me to finish it. @shawnsmoose sent me an smol request about 20 years ago, so here it is n I'm sorry I don’t feel like I captured the choking very well sooooo big laughs 🥵👀 we’re here for a good time not a long time peace out x

Tom looked at the picture on his phone for probably the 176th time since you’d sent him it earlier this evening. Your phone was held in one of your hands, pointing towards the mirror to take the picture, a glass of prosecco in the other. Your body was covered in nothing but a matching, red lace underwear set, clinging to and showing off each asset of yours. He’d seen you in it once before and lost his shit back then and as it turns out – nothing has changed. Groaning and throwing his head back against his headboard, he tossed his phone aside, trying to get back to concentrating on writing the script in front of him. Deadlines were a bitch.

You, on the other hand, were in the corner of a club downtown, the red lace underwear covered by your sexiest black dress and topped off with patent, nude heels and matching bag. It was fun; the amount of alcohol you’d consumed soaking into your veins made it more fun that what you’d anticipated. You wanted nothing more than to go about your usual Saturday routine – face mask, bubble bath and your comfiest pyjamas. Or you most recent routine – face mask, bubble bath, your sexiest pyjamas and fucking the living daylights out of Tom.

The music was booming, the group of your girlfriends enjoying their time as they huddled around their booth, topping up their drinks from the ice-cold bucket in the middle of the table. You pulled your phone out your bag, feeling more annoyed as you clicked on your conversation with Tom seeing he hadn't sent anymore messages. After you’d sent the picture, he’d simply replied, be careful, let me know if you need picking up 💙

What a way to make you feel stupid, for not replying to the picture you’d sent to him. It had taken you almost half a bottle of prosecco before you’d even headed out the door to pluck up the courage to press send. It only spurred you on to drink more, to forget about embarrassing yourself to someone who wasn’t even your boyfriend yet. The more you drank, the more you thought he probably had girls throwing themselves at him; as much as he says he’s only seeing you, who’s to say he’s not the same as every other man you’ve dated?

It was getting to almost 1 o’clock, which you were proud of as a very rare clubber, but your drinking was slowing down, your stomach feeling full of fizz. Normally, you’d be straight on the phone to Tom, asking him to come get you but what was the point if he didn’t even want to see a picture of you. You gulped the rest of your drink in one go, picking up your bag and leather jacket – because London was cold in the winter – giving the girls the heads up you were leaving.

Several pleads to stay and hugs from your closest friends later, you were heading out of the packed club, heading to the taxi rank just metres away from the club entrance. Tom picked his phone up after another thirty minutes of working some more, his brain coming to a halt with words, only being able to think of you and that damn picture. He knew if he replied and gave you the response you wanted, you’d cancel your night out and turn up at his place, which he didn’t want you to do. He wanted you to go and have a good time, you needed it after how much you’d been working and grafting, so he’d finally persuaded you to go with them, telling you he’d be here plenty of other nights for you casual date night. He told himself he awake this late on a Saturday night, working, because he wanted to get the script finished. The reality was, he was awake this late on a Saturday because you still hadn’t replied and he needed to know you were okay.

The taxi driver smiled at you as you sunk into the back seat of the black cab, “where to, miss?”-

A loud knock on Tom’s door at just gone 1:30am was the happy interruption he wanted for him to be able to close his finally close his laptop. He trudged to the door, wiping his eyes in an attempt to wipe away the heavy, sleepy feeling. He pulled off the chain, twisting the lock before tugging the door open, only hoping it was you the other side. And there you stood, your arms wrapped around your body to protect yourself from the cold and tom could understand why, the cold air hitting his bare top half, making him tense up. “Y/N?” He asked, blinking his eyes as if he was imagining.

“You’re an arse,” you spat, storming past him into the familiar warmth of his home. Despite your clear annoyance, he smiled at your presence, closing the door swiftly behind you to stop anymore heat from escaping.

“Excuse me?” He watched as you headed straight for the staircase, you high heels clicking over the hardwood floor before you kicked them off, tossing them to the side. Your hips swayed a little more than normal as you started your journey up his stairs, not caring that your dress rode up a little more than it had all evening. “And where are you going?”

“I need to pee,” you simply shouted, not bothering the turn around and look at him before disappearing out of his view.

He supposed he was meant to follow you, not very often dealing with the stubborn side of you thus far into your (not official) relationship. So he did just that. Locking up downstairs and switching all the lights off because he assumed you’d soon be crashed out on his bed, if the smell of alcohol as you drifted past him was anything to go by. The sound of the toilet flushing filled the empty silence before you reappeared, head leaning around his bedroom door to see where he was. On the bed, tom let his legs dangle of the foot of the bed, laying backwards with his arms flung across his face. You cleared you throat, and he removed his arms from over his eyes, sitting up and leaning on his forearms. The sweatpants that hung low on his hips, displaying the band of his boxers, were a total distraction from you being mad at him and he knew it.

“I’m an arse?” He asked, repeating your previous phrase with a hint of confusion in his tone.

You leaned against the door frame, still yet to enter his room as your arms crossed in front of you, body language telling him that you meant what you said, “Yeah.”

“And why is that?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow as you put all your body weight onto one side, your other leg bending at the knee. His eyes couldn’t help but wander over your body and admire the way the dress clung to your frame so perfectly and normally, he’d be ripping it off you, but he wasn’t sure you wanted that from him right now.

“You ignored my picture.” Oh so this is what it’s about he thought to himself, a smirk subconsciously appearing on his lips. He got up from where he was sprawled on the bed and walked over to you, his hand snaking around your waist, all the time keeping the cocky smile on his lips. “Don’t smile, you jerk. I felt stupid! I felt… like you didn’t want the picture. Like I was just some other stupid girl that had fallen head over heels for you and was trying to woo you. It was humiliating…” you hiccupped, your hand coming up to cover your mouth, “… and now I’m really drunk because some guy bought everyone at the table drinks and I wasn’t gonna but I though hey, if Tom doesn’t want the attention then someone else sure as hell…” His lips crashed on to yours, stopping you before you let anything else leave you mouth. He hated to hear that he made you feel stupid. He hated even more that you felt like you needed to get the attention from another guy, but he couldn’t say too much because, technically, you weren’t officially his.

He pulled his lips away, licking off the taste of jägerbombs and vodka, letting his forehead rest against yours. “You know, I had to stop myself from looking at that picture and being a horny teenager all night. If I replied what I really want to reply, you wouldn’t have gone out and had a good time.”

“I need to sit down.” You demanded, and you didn’t know if it was the alcohol that was making you dizzy or if it was just the way he just won you over every single time. He laughed softly, pulling your arm and sitting you on the bed.

“I’ll be right back,” he told you before disappearing out of the room, returning minutes later with two bottles of water and some medicine in his hand, “take these.” He handed you two small pills, opening the bottle for you as you popped them into your mouth. He helped you in drinking some water, his spare hand resting under your chin and tilting it back as you let the ice-cold liquid wash down the medication.

For the first time of the evening, your lips curled up into a smile as a way of saying thank you as he put the bottles of water on the bedside table, your stubborn personality restricting you from saying it out loud. “He asked for my number...” you don’t know why you were saying it, because at the time you turned your back to the creepy stranger and pulled a sicky face, and you most definitely were not interested. The only thing you was interested in was getting some form of reaction from Tom. But it was as if you’d forgotten the words he’d spoken to you before you felt like you was about to throw up everywhere.

“Pardon?” You words stopped him dead in his tracks as he was about to walk past you, stopping striaght in front of you instead. He didn’t say it aggressively, he didn’t say it like he was annoyed, but you knew he was saying it just to make you repeat yourself for the sake of it.

“He... I’m...” suddenly you felt nervous and gulped as Tom hovered over you, looking down as you sat on the bed, staring into his torso because you were too scared to make eye contact. His body was insane, even more so when he’s stood directly in front of you and your eyes can’t even manage to look away. Each pair of abdominal muscles felt warm against your cold finger tips, the feeling of him tense underneath you sending a flush of heat to your core. His hand wrapped around your wrist, putting a pause on any gentle touches you were giving him. Your eyes finally pulled away from his chiseled feautures, slowly drifting up until they connected with his. “He asked for my number.”

“And what did you say, darling?” His voice was soft, again, not like he was annoyed. You kind of wanted him to be annoyed though, you wanted him to want you as much as you wanted him.

“I… I said I was seeing somebody else.” You couldn’t help but rebel against his grasp, wriggling your hand out of his firm grip and returning it to his lower stomach. Fingers traced the waistband of his sweats, and you thought the outline of his dick was more prominent that is was before. You wanted to show him that you wanted to be his because rejecting one other guy was just not enough.

“Love…” he started, grabbing your wrist again, “not whilst you’re this drunk.” You rolled your eyes and threw yourself back to the bed, landing with a thud against the feathery duvet. “I’m gonna get you some clothes.”

In all honesty, he couldn’t look at you for a minute longer because he wanted to rip the stupid, perfect dress off and have you underneath – or on top, whatever, he wasn’t fussy – him all night long. He knew he was bad with words; he knew he never let on his true feelings and that’s probably why he’s had so many failed attempts in the past. But you were different, he was closer to telling you how he felt more than he ever had been with anyone else. His shadow disappeared from over you, and you sat back up, watching the way his back tensed as he walked over to his wardrobe. Sifting through several drawers, he picked up a couple of options, assessing a few items to see if they were too big for you. He’d liked the fact you told the other guy you were seeing somebody. In fact, he loved it.

You sighed, wishing he’d put on a stupid top if he didn’t want you to pounce on him anytime soon. The black dress that covered your body, was being tugged over your head messily by your arms, almost getting yourself stuck in the mesh material. He still had his back to you as you threw it to the floor, smoothing your fingers over your body whilst assessing the presentation of that red lace underwear.

“You know, I really did have to stop myself, with that picture. You looked fucking incredible, Y/N.” He said the words whilst he had the courage to say them, usually defeated by his inside voice when it came to discussing how he felt. “I think I picked my phone up about…” He turned around, sweats and a t-shirt in his hands and his jaw clenched. His eyes widened at the sight before him; you lay on his bed, on your stomach, with your legs crossed in the air and head resting in the palm of your hands. You can imagine cringing at yourself in the morning, because being sexy didn’t come naturally to you.

“Babe, please don’t make this harder than it already is” he laughed, placing the comfy outfit on the corner of the bed.

“Make what harder?” You looked up innocently, through your fluttery lashes, putting on the most delicate voice you could muster. He admired your body, tanned and smooth. The freckles on your back he’d once spent all afternoon counting – around 57, if you’re wondering – were only partially covered by the strap of your bra, which stood out immensely against your skin. The matching bright red panties adorned your hips perfectly, sculpting around your curvy hips and peachy derriere.

“Come here, let’s get you dressed,” he held out his hand, which although you didn’t want to, you took, shuffling yourself up to sit on your knees at the end of the bed.

“But I don’t wannaaaaaaa” you whined, quivering your lower lip.

“But you gottaaaaaa” he mimicked you, sticking his tongue out. That damn tongue. Could be put to better use somewhere else, you thought, giggling to yourself like a little lovestruck teenager as he just shot you a look at you amusing yourself.

If god was real, he was stood in front of you, attempting to get you to bed.

When you reached over to the short pile of clothes he’d placed on the end of the bed for you and pushed them off the edge, so they landed in a pile on the floor, he rolled his eyes. “Oops.” You shrugged. Your fingers found the waistband of his sweats again and he was getting tired of fighting you off. It not that he didn’t want you, because he’d be crazy not to, but he just didn’t want to take advantage of your current tipsy state, he’d been brought up better than that. You pulled at his joggers, making him tumble forwards towards you, already cringing at your desperate and needy voice. “Why don’t you want me… Tommy?”

The nickname was all it took to leap on top of you, pinning you down. His hand held around your neck, holding your head still as you flopped back against the bed sheets yet again. If you’d have known, you’d have said it sooner. You couldn’t help but smirk, your constant nagging finally getting you somewhere. His other hand kept him from crushing your body, holding up his weight above you. His eyes were lustful, like he’d switched personalities in a matter of seconds.

“You don’t think I want you?” He asked, voice quiet but rough. His breath felt hot against your skin, and you wriggled underneath him for a brief moment, until he moved his hand from your neck and snaked it down your body, making sure to take his time until he got to your wetting centre. He cupped whatever of you he could, his warm hands meeting your warm core creating the most uncontrollable heat between you.

“No. I don’t.” you spoke, with a hint of bratiness portraying in your words even though you felt like melted butter beneath him. A quiet tut left his mouth and you think it was followed by a dark chuckle, but you couldn’t be sure because you’d zoned into a world of desperation. Your hips bucked up against his hand, only briefly getting more pressure from him.

“Fuck this,” he spat, crashing down onto your lips, his thumb tracing the outline of your swollen folds through the material of your damp panties. He didn’t want to give in, he thought he could be better than that, but you made it too damn impossible for him to going about a normal nightly routine without being so irresistible.

A whimper fell from your plump lips as he pulled away, instantly attaching to the skin on your neck where a faint red mark had formed from where he had grabbed you. He soothed the area with his lips, tongue lapping across the sensitive area. The strain against his sweatpants was getting intense, digging into the inner of your thighs the further down your body his lips travelled. You muttered a string of words, squirming beneath him.

His hand came from your aching middle, fiercely reaching up and cupping your breast like he was holding onto it for dear life. Beneath the lace covering, your nipple hardened as he caressed you through the fabric, teasing it in between his nimble fingers. He got off on seeing you pleased, he knew that, you knew that, hell, even Sandra next door fucking knew that. So when his lips didn’t stop at your stomach and continued further south, you knew you could count your blessings and say goodbye to your bratty attitude. With one hand, he tugged your underwear to the side, tracing your damp folds with his fingers. “Tom…” You breathed, desperate for his touch. He smirked, not that you could see, as his head bowed further into the valley of your legs.

Replacing where his fingers had been, his tongue followed suit of his digits, tracing your dripping folds and circling your throbbing clit. That was the first squeal of pleasure you let out, mouth dropping wide and hands coming up to his freshly shaved hair. You were annoyed he had to shave it off, wanting nothing more to run your fingers through his floppy brown hair and tug away at it. Grabbing the next best thing, your fingers bunched up as much of the duvet as they could grab as he continued to tease your entrance, the roughness of his buzzcut brushing against your inner thighs. Reapplying pressure from his fingers caused your second squeal, your chest showing your heavy breathing and back arching into him. He squeezed your breast intensely in an attempt to communicate with you whilst his mouth was busy elsewhere. If this is where being drunk got you, you thought you’d start drinking every day, because never before has he loved and performed with such hungry passion like this.

The sound of his lips working against your cunt was the only thing filling the room, other than the sounds of your whimpers and whines. The vibrations shuddered through your body as he hummed into you, his hand trying to reach further up and find a place back on your neck. He noted your heavier breathing and the way your legs wrapped around his shoulders, getting tighter by the second. He knew you well enough to know that he could make you cum, just from using his mouth, but he didn’t want that. He wanted to push you, like you had pushed him.

When he was unsuccessful in reaching to your collar, he pulled away from your ridiculously wet core, sucking on your clit and pulling away with a pop, regaining his breath and wiping his mouth on the sheets beneath him. “You really do want me, huh?” He smirked, crawling up until he was face to face with you, admiring your flushed and rosy cheeks. Your teeth captured your bottom lip, nodding silently to his question, feeling unsatisfied with the lack of touch. He sat up on his knees, in between your legs, and tugged at the waistband of his sweats and boxers, pulling them down his legs, for what felt like the longest time, until his member popped free and you’re suddenly aware of how wet you are for him, feeling your panties stick to you.

“P-please, Tom” you breathe, hands releasing the ball of material in your hands and reaching up for him. He snaps your hands away, still annoyed by your persistent plan to get him to this point and he pushes them above your head, your arms stretched out as much as can be.

“Get up.” He demanded, moving back away from you to give you enough room to slide out. You remained stuck to the bed, however, confused by his sudden instructions. Was he kicking you out? Had you literally been that desperate he didn’t wanna do it?

“Huh?” You questioned as he shuffled back on his knees until his legs could slide off the foot of the bed, landing on the floor with his sweat’s puddled around his ankles.

“Get up.” He repeated, same tone but slightly higher volume. You sat up, wiggling your bum until your legs also fell over the edge of the bed. Your legs were wide, his body inbetween them as he traced his hand up your skin, starting at the valley of your breasts and finishing at your neck. His large hand cupped your jaw, and it the most delicately forceful way possible, he put pressure onto you, forcing your body to stand upright as you followed the direction of his touch. As soon as you were stood, legs threatening to buckle beneath you any minute, he once again soothed over the red mark around your jaw, relaxing his tongue against your skin.

Your arms bent around to your back, fingers clasping at the buckle of your bra, until he he caught you, pulling his head sharply away from your neck and capturing your wrists in his hands. “No,” he said, voice gentle this time, as if you were about to walk out the door and never come back.

“No?” You asked, relaxing your shoulder and letting your arms drop to your side.

“No.” He repeated, more definite with his tone of voice this time. “You wanted me to see this little ensemble...” His hands pointed over your body before they found your hips, twisting your body round 180° so you were facing the bed, your back facing his front. You got his gist, mentally cursing yourself as you was reminded of the picture. You were thankful for the alcohol, though. You wern’t sure you’d be so confident in it without the help of your little friend, prosecco.

You bent forewords, walking your hands across the bed until you were happy you were bent over far enough, your ass higher in the air than the rest of your body. Blonde curls slinked over your shoulder as you turned your head, and what you saw was nothing but a beautiful sight.

Toms arm tensed as his hand wrapped around his hardened length, a groan of pleasure leaving his lips from the anticipated touch. He pumped himself a few times as he admired the way the lace decorated the curves of your ass; the Brazilian fitting showed off the creases of your hips and the soft natural stretch marks which he could spend hours kissing. His bottom lip was sucked in by his teeth and you reciprocated the action, staring up lustfully at him.

You wanted to beg. You wanted to push your ass back so you could feel his cock against you. But before you had time to decide if that was a wise idea, he took two small steps foreword, lining himself up with the centre of your body. You sucked in air, stomach knotting with butterflies as you waited for him where you most needed him. At tap from his hand on your ass jolted your body forwards, falling onto your forearms and chest flush against the bed.

You didn’t dare look back, not knowing how much more of him you could look at before you jumped ship and ended up getting yourself off. The feel of him pushing your pants to the side made you jump, a gasp escaping you as he ran his index finger up your folds, making sure you were wet enough. Satisfied with how he’d made you dripping with juices, he nudged the tip of his cock against you. Simultaneously, you both let out a moan, both needing it as much as each other. When he pushed into you, at the slowest pace possible to let you adjust around him, he gripped his right hand around your hip to hold you in place.

He began slow, grunting behind you each time you pushed back onto him. A string of unforgivable words left your mouth as you kept a straight posture, noting how the headboard smashed against the back wall as his thrusts grew deeper, the sound synchronised with the sound of his hips smashing against your ass. He released your hip, reaching forward and grabbing a fistful of your bouncy hair. Tugging your hair towards his body, you squealed as your head followed, back arching in the most flexible manner. Whilst keeping hold of your hair, he reached further round, grabbing the front of your neck to keep you from falling foreward to the bed.

The feeling of him clutching onto your neck sent your mind into overdrive although you struggled to spit out an approving moan, your throat being restricted by the pressure of his hand. Your legs began to quiver, bucking beneath you. Tom flipped you over in one swift movement, hand remaining on your neck the entire time as he thrusted back into you, hating the feeling of being out of you; even 2 seconds was too long. He held you there, by your throat, reminding himself that you were here, with him, and not that stupid guy at the club. He wanted you to know he was holding onto you because he never wanted you think about another guy again. He wanted you to know that he felt utterly awful for not making you feel as good as you should about that picture. He wanted you to know, that he wanted you.

He felt himself getting close, more so now he was face to face with you, adoring how your mouth fell open, lustful eyes meeting his. When you bit your lip and giggled, he couldn’t understand how he was on top of, choking you and fucking you until you forgot about the sleazy guy at the bar, yet you could be the cutest human on the planet. He relaxed his hand, swiping his thumb over your lip in what you found to be more of a delicate moment compared to the ones he’d been showing you all night. His head bobbed down, lips hovering over yours as he spoke quietly. “I want you.” He breathed, tensing and twitching as you wrapped your legs around him, “so fucking much.”

His words were genuine, but you couldn’t understand. He had you. Underneath him. In his bedroom. At 2am on a Sunday morning. “You’ve got me.” You breathed, fingers playing with the hair -or lack of - at the nape of his neck as he rested his forehead on yours. He felt sticky, but you were sure that you did too.

“All the time?” He asked with a quiver in his voice, but you put it down the the fact you were both on the edge of a climax. You just nodded, biting your lip to stifle a squeal at both your orgasm and excitement of his words. His hips didn’t stop or slow down like you expected them and you knew you were on the brink of finishing, fingers clutching and digging into his back at an attempt to hold on longer.

“Tom... I- I’m-” You struggled to talk, cutting your sentence short and interrupting yourself with a scream, your eyes rolling back and squeezing shut. He breathed into the crook of your neck, a small mmhmm humming through hip lips in agreement. When his rhythm slowed as hips jolted fewer times, but with more deep and powerful thrusts, he nudged your spot, leaving you crumbling beneath him whilst a string of ohmygod’s and fuck-tom’s left you, your voice shaking in tune with your legs.

Your hips jolted upwards as your came around from your climax, pushing into him as he experienced his own. His arm snaked round your back, pulling you into him as if you lifting up to meet his thrusts wasn’t enough, before he was moaning in your ear, sending shivers through your body like nothing you’ve ever known.

Neither of you knew how long you’d been there; him on top and still inside you and you catching your breath beneath him. But you both did know, is that you wanted to be there for forever more. It was maybe minutes until he rolled out of you, flopping back onto the bed with a satisfied groan. He still had an arm underneath you, and he tugged it, rolling you onto your side and further into his body. You aching centre felt sore, but very well loved and you couldn’t help but smile. “So... about that guy at the bar?”

“What about him?” Your eyebrows furrowed, not expecting that to be the first thing to come up after having mind blowing sex.

“I’m gonna fuck him up for speaking to my girl.”

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taglist: @imaginashawnns @fallinallincurls

#tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland blurb #tom holland one shot #tom holland fanfic #tom holland x reader

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pokemagines · 5 years

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dimitri, claude, and edelgard + kinks

a/n: i was talking about how dimitri was... well a [fanfic spoiler] w my friend ... this happened. lMAO i’m sorry no one asked for this but i’m gonna go feral if i don’t get this out ((this is timeskip them obv)) --mod touko

edit: now that 3h is out i made some changes heehee

tw: spicey :O

dimitri:

he’s really tender during sex, he doesn’t like the thought of losing control with you or hurting you in any way, so he often lets you take the lead. if you want him to be rougher, you’ll have to ask a lot of times. letting you take control is the ultimate sign of trust with him.

dimitri likes to be marked/scratched by you. he has a lot of scars on his body from awful memories from his past, but seeing little scratched and bruises from making you feel good? that’s a mark he can be proud of. no one would dare comment on them anyways (maybe save sylvain who just gives him a high five).

LOVES to be praised. lives for it. tell him he’s doing a good job and he’ll melt into your touch. dimitri is often not very vocal in bed, just a few gasps and moans, but when you’re praising him he’ll be loud and call out your name, begging you to say it again.

other kinks: hair pulling (on him).

edelgard:

the biggest switch you will ever see. when she’s feeling particularly in a good mood, she’s a TOTAL dom. she’ll pull your hair and choke you until you see stars. or, she’ll edge you until the only thought in your head is edelgard and edelgard alone. gets off on your sweet cries and begs for release.

also she likes to tease you by having you submit to her every whim. she’s fully clothed and commanding you to touch yourself for her, but never letting you cum. it gives her a rush and a feeling of control and also lets her watch you unravel. if you’re not good for her, she’ll leave you wanting and needy until she comes back after a meeting. (if you cum without her permission, she’ll know and you’ll be in for a rough night).

other times, she just likes to give up control and let you do whatever to her. total pillow princess who just relaxes into the covers as she grips your hair and sings your praises. it’s total stress relief from having to put up a stoic and cold front all the time.

semi-public sex is her thing too. she’ll often clear out her throne room and pull you into her lap, telling you to please your empress. usually, no one dares intrude upon her, but if someone does, well, that’s just an added bonus.

other kinks: bondage/shibari, dacryphilia, facesitting.

claude:

not surprisingly, he’s the most vanilla one. he’s pretty adventurous when it comes to sex, but he doesn’t ever want to hurt you. his main focus is making you feel good, and because of this praise is one of his biggest kinks. the more whines you let out, the more cocky he gets, picking up his pace as he lets your words spur him on.

#1 breeding kink in the three houses cast. there’s something about the thought of filling you up with his cum that makes him so hot he has to pull you in for another round, until y’all end up having sex on every place in his quarters. he has to make sure you’re pregnant by the time he’s done.

the only time he’d be rougher (i.e. - how to flip his Top Switch) is when he sees someone else flirting with you. claude usually isn’t the jealous type, but when hilda gives you those eyes he can’t help but come up and wrap an arm around you tightly, before scooping you up and carrying you to your room, eager on showing you why he’s the best. likes to pin you up against the wall and kiss you feverishly, not giving you want you want until you say his name just right.

he doesn’t mind being tied up or blindfolded, once he lets you tie him up it’s a sign he trusts you more than anyone. loves to be edged, and he curses a lot once you pull back your touches right before he reaches his climax.

other kinks: kissing (it turns him on esp if you’re making out in public), mutual masturbation, choking (on him).

#claude von regan #edelgard von hraesvelgr #dimitri alexandre bladud #claude (fire emblem)#edelgard (fire emblem)#dimitri (fire emblem)#edelgard #fe16 #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #spicy #x reader #x byleth #mod touko #wow im h*rny i guess

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margoshansons · 5 years

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Yours Truly, 2095: q.b.

Quentin Beck x Summers!Reader

Summary: ---She was unexpected, but not unwanted.

Warnings: Slight manipulation?

Notes: Spoilers, obvs. Based on the album ‘Time’ by ELO. Yes, she is related to Scott and Alex. Was going to be posted tomorrow, but really wanted something today.

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As soon as Quentin saw her he knew she was going to be a thorn in his side. He had counted on Maria and Fury showing up, but she was unaccounted for, a variable in his perfect equation.

He always hated variables. The more he could control the better.

“Mr. Beck” Fury approached, the two women trailing behind him, “Thank you for agreeing to meet with us on such short notice.”

Quentin smiled viciously, grasping Fury’s hand before bouncing his eyes to the women behind him. Maria eyed him suspiciously, just as he suspected he would, but her...the way she looked at him set off an idea in his head.

“These are Agents Maria Hill and Y/N Summers, they’re here to help against the threat you alerted us to.”

His gaze lingered on her for a while longer before turning back to Fury. “Anything to help. These elementals are dangerous. They...destroyed my earth, taking my family with them.”

He made sure to look at her as he said that. It was only for a second, but it was enough to catch her off guard.

Agent Summers shifted at the uncomfortable gaze, and Quentin knew the seed had been planted.

She approached him after the meeting, and he resisted the urge to smile at his success in drawing her in.

“Did you know me?” was all she asked, bright eyes wary of the supposed interdimensional being, “Back on your earth, I mean.”

Quentin sighed ever so slightly, gingerly touching his wedding band in a moment of theatrical genius. “We were...close, friends even”

Y/N nodded, gingerly walking away before turning back to Beck who was deep in whatever bullshit he and his team had cooked up. He felt the hesitation in her steps as she gazed back ever so slightly, victory leaped in his stomach.

His smirk stained his face as his plan formulated itself in his head.

Every superhero needed a love interest. Someone to spur them forward. Someone to motivate them and stand by their side while they put their life in jeopardy.

Tony Stark had Pepper Potts.

Steve Rogers had Peggy Carter before he went in the Ice.

And now Quentin Beck would have Y/N Summers. The equation had been solved.

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As she continued scanning for the electromagnetic pulse, Y/N couldn’t get the earlier encounter with Beck out of her head.

His stare had lingered on her, and she wasn’t blind. She had seen the way his eyes fell when he looked at her. The soft smile he had given when she asked. The way he fingered his wedding band when she asked what he was to her.

She knew that he had been married on his Earth.

She just never expected it to be...her.

Y/N sighed in exasperation, her leg shaking. This complicated the mission immensely.

Fury couldn't know about their conflict of interest or else he’d send her back to filing mission reports instead of keeping her in the field.

That’s not even taking into account her own personal problems with the revelation.

Y/N wouldn’t deny that she was intrigued by Quentin, especially since he was one of the few interdimensional beings that was easy on the eyes.

But now that she knows…

What did that mean? Did he expect her to fall in love with him and regain his old life back? What did he expect of her? Not to mention the sixth sense in the back of her mind telling her that something wasn’t quite right.

“I’ll be right back,” She told Maria, “I need to ask Beck about these electromagnetic pulses.”

“Hurry” Maria instructed, “We only have a few more hours until it appears.”

Y/N nodded, strolling down the aisles of the makeshift Shield base until she found herself knocking on the door of Quentin’s room.

The caped hero opened the door, sans cape and dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans.

“Hi,” Y/N played with her fingers as she met Quentin’s surprised eyes. “I uh, We’re tracking the pulses like you suggested, and I---”

His eyes softened and she knew she couldn’t keep up the charade.

“I don’t know what I’m doing.” She whispered placing her hands on her hips refusing to meet that soft inquisitive gaze.

“Agent Summers right?” Beck asked. “Let me guess, you didn’t come here to talk about electromagnetic pulses did you?”

Y/N chuckled. He just saw right through her, didn’t he? “Uh, no, I did not.”

He leaned against the doorframe, his open stance inviting her in.

“Look, I’m not her okay?” She breathed out, stress filling the cavity in her chest.

His blue eyes flashed with surprise. “What?”

Y/N sighed, fidgeting once again before continuing. “The woman you knew back on your Earth? Whatever version of me that was, I’m not her, and I just--I need you to know that.”

Quentin nodded, something behind his lingering gaze. “I know,” his voice was silky, soothing. “I just--you look so much like her it’s hard to remember sometimes.” His gaze dropped, the same sad tone from earlier imprinted in his voice.

“I’m sorry about your family,” Y/N offered, placing a hand on his shoulder. “And I’d be happy to get to know you, honestly. But as Agent Summers, not whoever you knew back on Earth-833.”

“I’d like that Agent Summers”

Y/N’s lips tugged upward at his reply, and she felt the blood rushing through her cheeks. “Alright,” she chuckled awkwardly, “Well, uh, I’ll see you around Mr. Beck.”

“Call me Quentin.” He urged, a wide smile on his face.

“Alright” She laughed awkwardly. “I’ll see you around, Quentin.”

Electricity lit up in her chest, the strange feeling plastering the wide smile on her face as she sauntered back into the control room, a skip in her step.

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Y’all I’m so happy to be writing this. I’ve been planning this almost as long as TKK, and it’s based on one of my favorite albums of all time. This will be switching off with My Mother’s Daughter, so get ready!

Don’t forget to like, comment, and reblog! Thank you so much!

If you wanna be tagged let me know!

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asiryn · 4 years

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this post is going to be very rambly, so i apologize in advance. if you’re potentially interested in my liveblogs, and/or interested in hearing a bit about my current life and disability issues, tune in. if you aren’t, then....keep scrolling i guess XD

(if you just want the current liveblog schedule, scroll to the bottom)

[and this got predictably very long, so i’m gonna put it behind a cut for convenience]

up to recently, my main liveblogs have been about the pokemon anime, with a few other shows, books, and especially video games sprinkled in here and there. essentially, waaaay back in yonder year of 2014, netflix added the first season of pokemon, the indigo league, to their site, and i, in a fit of nostalgia, made the veeery questionable decision to watch all of the pokemon anime---rewatching the stuff i hadn’t touched since i was kid, and then continuing on into the unknown, and watching all the seasons from gen 3 onward that i had missed due to dropping out of pokemon. i only really started actually making liveblog posts once i hit gen 3, then i stayed consistent-ish from then onward. (for the curious, i’m up to sun & moon, and i have 44 episodes left until i finish it (i’m not ready ;;;; ), and then netflix actually just dropped the first 12 episodes of the newest series, pokemon journeys, so....56 until i’ve caught up with the dub XD)

so, all of y’all who climbed aboard with those liveblogs are probably already aware of Who I Am, at least a little. (....this is making it sound like i’m Some Big Name in liveblogging, but i’m not really anything of the sort, just so we’re all on the same page XD) at least, in terms of the fact that i’m physically disabled, suffer from chronic pain, etc. but recently, i’ve joined two new fandoms, and i’ve begun liveblogging spop and my next life as a villainess. and my spop posts in particular are already becoming some of the most popular posts i’ve ever done (like wow, you guys). and i think part of that popularity is due to the fact that these are two pretty recent, pretty popular fandoms (tho i do also like to think that i do make good content XP). but the point is that quite a lot of new ppl are coming across me, and idk how much, if any, of you have taken the time to look at my bio or anything. so i guess....part of this post is just some ruminations, but also my way of letting you know more of what you’re getting into.

so, for those who don’t know: hi, you can call me kiryn, i liveblog stuff sometimes, and i’m physically disabled. i suffer from intense, constant, chronic pain. it stems from a bone disease called HME, or hereditary multiple exostosis, if you’re curious (i have a severe case of it, joy of joys). the short version of what that means is that i have a lot of bone spurs everywhere on my body, and they....cause me a lot of pain. basically, i cannot do any kind of sustained activity without the already significant, never-ceasing pain that i feel cranking up to unbearable levels, and basically i’ll be rendered immobile. i do have pain meds that i take, and that very much help to take the edge off, and make it so that i can function at all (bc, believe fucking me, w/o them, i wouldn’t be able to achieve even the little i can do), but even with them, it only makes a dent in my pain levels, and again, sustained activity makes up that difference very quickly.

now, the gist of this stuff i’ll mention from time to time, but....i don’t usually go into much detail about it (and this post is probably the most detailed i’ve been about my condition in years). bc, quite frankly, it’s depressing. (and seeing as i also already have clinical depression, that’s definitely not something that i need more of XD) i participate in fandoms for escapism, and bc i don’t really want to think about that crushing mountain of reality. i’ve had this condition since birth, and i’ve literally lived my entire life in constant pain, and i honestly have no fucking idea what it even feels like to be painless. and what’s even worse is that it’s a degenerative disease---essentially, the bone spurs are wearing down my joints, so....my entire condition will just keep worsening as i get older. (and no, surgery to remove the spurs isn’t really an option.) i’ll be 29 next month, and i can already tell you, i’ve been feeling that decline sharply. when i was a kid, i could still run. by the time i was a teenager, i couldn’t even do that anymore; the best i could manage was a jog. now....i don’t think i could even do that.

i guess the main point in why i’m saying all this, is that for the last year especially, i’ve been dealing with the worst downward swing that i’ve had in years. in my late teens and early-mid 20s, i got into a pretty good rhythm, of knowing my body’s limits, how to budget spoons to accomplish things, etc. but now even that fragile equilibrium has been thrown out the window, and i’m currently struggling to learn the new limits and rhythm of this downward swing that is unfortunately now my reality. even before, i was pretty limited on what i could accomplish, but even that narrow window has shrunk even further. so basically, i’m in the testing zone still. and it’s a very slow process, bc once i exceed the limit, my body breaks down, and now it takes me even longer to recover. as an example, i used to know that i could wake up in the morning and get ready to leave the house in 20-30 mins. now? i need at least an hour, which involves me pushing through a wave of agony to be able to take my pain meds in the first place, and then wait for those meds to kick in and the pain to die down enough to move without feeling like i’m moving through a wall of spikes. (and that’s just the start of every day for me, and before even throwing in all of the other variables)

so, coming back to the liveblogs......obviously, that’s affected by all this too. if you’ve wondered why there’s been a gap between me finishing up spop s1 and starting s2....that’s why. partly, i didn’t expect how analysis-heavy i was going to get on spop; pokeani just doesn’t tend to be as consistently thematically deep, so those liveblogs took far less out of me than spop has, and pushing myself to finish 5 episodes in one day....well, it was too much. and the thing is, it’s obviously unhealthy for me to continually push myself to the point of total breakdown, so...that’s where learning my new limits comes in. so, these past few days, i’ve been thinking, and essentially trying to better figure out how to do liveblogs like this without pretty much killing myself in the process (bc i honestly do love making them....i mean, if i didn’t, then it really wouldn’t be worth the literal pain it takes to make them XD). and also there’s a component of managing my anxiety-brain, bc leaving things Unfinished stresses me out, and so when coming to terms with the fact that it’s going to take me awhile to finish one show....knowing that i’d be leaving others hanging....Doesn’t Help XD

so, here’s what i’ve got so far (and obvs, this is subject to much tweaking in the future XP)

currently, i’m watching 4 shows: pokeani, good omens, villainess, and spop. villainess rn is the least of my worries, bc 1 ep is coming out a week, so it’s not demanding a lot of my time.

for the other 3, here’s the preliminary schedule i’ve sort of hashed out:

- pokeani sm103-106

- spop s2

- pokeani sm107-110

- spop s3

- pokeani sm111-114

- spop s4

- pokeani sm115-118

- spop s5

- pokeani sm119-122

- good omens

- pokeani sm123-126

- [catch up block] (i don’t have a good track record in keeping up with ongoing shows, so if i fall behind on villainess, this is where i can catch up)

- finish pokeani sun & moon [sm127-146] (the league starts on ep 128, so i’d rather not experience any big interruptions in the battles XD)

basically, i’ve given myself a limit of 4 pokeani eps in a single session (bc as stated, they don’t take as much out of me), and with spop, the most i’ll let myself watch in a row will be 3 eps (s2 will probably be broken up into a 3/2/2 block, s3 a 3/3 block, and s4&5 will be a 3/3/3/2/2 block).

now, keep in mind that i’m very deliberately making no guarantees about specific days, bc who even knows, but at the very least, scheduling and talking it all out like this will help me to better manage my spoons, and if you’ve actually read this far, then you’ll know the method in the madness and why i’m doing things this way. XD the vague goal is to get in a least 1 liveblog session a week (plus a bonus of the new villainess ep on saturdays)---at least for the shows. i’m still having to working out what i’m going to do about video games....maybe i should just go on a ‘once a week’ model for all my hobbies across the board XDD

in the next couple of days, i’ll be posting that in-depth look into all the ships of villainess (it started as me just pecking down a few thoughts while i was taking a social media break due to the Current Events, but now i’m at the point where i’m like, i’ve put too much effort into this to not post it, damn it XP), and then depending on spoons, i’ll try to start in on that schedule this week, so stay tuned for some pokeani! (again....i’ll try to hit at least 1 liveblog a week before i start trying to get more ambitious XDD)

in any case, if you have stuck through to the end, thank you very much. your support means a lot to me 💖

#kiryn's adventures in liveblogging #kiryn watches pokemon #kiryn watches spop #kiryn watches she ra #kiryn watches my next life as a villainess #kiryn watches good omens #life updates #disability talk #scheduling

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daz4i · 5 years

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you should give us your uhh mchanzo headcanons 👀

great idea buddy ;0

this ended up. really long. and also more of like a plot fic rather than hcs bc i suck at actual hcs (idk who hogs the blanket! whoever feels like ig??!) but i hope you like it anyway

mmmm i don’t see them like, both joining overwatch and then meeting there with like genji introducing hanzo awkwardly like all fics do, but i like going with the idea that involves that one OWL spray with sombra and zarya where all these 4 peeps are mostly chilling together, kinda neutral abt whatever’s going on rn, not in overwatch neither in talon (or vishkar. or whatever other oragnizations there are), just doing their thing

and now with this introduction i’ll start with the actual mchanzo:

i wanna say. they met at a bar. in. the us. maybe. or anywhere else. maybe castillo (bc we know mccree was at the bar there)? but not in hanamura or santa fe.

i’d like to think that when they met mccree instantly recognized hanzo (i bet genji showed him pics before, yknow? or like even with a short research mccree probably found what hanzo looks like before), or at least felt like he’s familiar for some reason until he said his name/got hit with sudden realization. on the other hand, hanzo didn’t know who mccree was, bc why would he (unless he saw like, wanted posters with his face and then that’s all he could recognize him as)

i don’t wanna go with the “OOOOOH MCCREE IMMEDIATELY HATES HANZO OOOOOH ANGST OOOOOOH” vibe bc let’s say mccree and genji are still in touch and he knows genji forgave him. yeah let’s go with that. so when he recognizes hanzo he tries to remain neutral, tho he for sure has SOME hostility towards him at first

then he sees hanzo is just this walking disaster atm (like he walks up the bar, orders a bottle of their cheapest drink and chugs it all in less than 5 minutes) and he’s like “ohhhhh i can’t not fuck him”

he approaches him like “well i’d buy you a drink but i don’t think you need one at this point” and hanzo’s like “holy shit that’s a cowboy in the year 2076, wtf”

they don’t fuck obvs but they talk until hanzo gets really shitfaced and mccree helps him not die on his way back to wherever he’s staying

he stays with him and excuses it as “i wanna make sure his hangover doesn’t kill him.... yeah i’m just.... taking care of this dude....”

he finds out hanzo doesn’t really have a hangover when he wakes up or rather that he’s lowkey used to it enough that he can just go on with his life easier than one would expect

but now he has to explain to hanzo why he’s there in his. room? i wanna say room. hotel room. yeah let’s go with that

“well i was helping you get back here last night bc you were really drunk and i was scared you’d die and i’m still here to make sure you’re not dead by morning hahaha yeah. anyway my name’s jesse how are you”

and hanzo’s immediately lowkey alarmed bc,,, why didn’t this strange man ask for his name. unless he knew it. o shit is that an assassin? so he asks, “are you an assassin?” and mccree’s like “nah man if i were i’d have killed you by now, why would i wait for when you’re awake and sober and not take advantage of your drunkness/sleep?” and hanzo sighs bc yeah that makes sense. why are you still here tho?

mccree just ignores the question and asks him if he wants to get breakfast together. and hanzo has nothing to lose so he says yes.

they’re both extremely gross which just makes mccree go “OOOOOH I CAN’T NOT FUCK HIM” even more and hanzo mostly just feels lowkey safer than he has in awhile bc wow, he hasn’t had proper company in so long, this is actually nice even if this man is just Really weird

it’s kinda awkward when they finish bc they both want to stay in each other’s company and also both of them don’t really have much of a thing they need to do today, so they kinda just. go on a walk? and it’s quiet for a bit, but then hanzo asks mccree how he knew his name and mccree has to tell him he knows genji and well, how he knows genji (bc what’s the point in lying and bullshitting smth like “i heard about your family on the news” or some shit)

it gets even more awkward after this but they keep walking and then hanzo asks a bit more abt genji and how he was in the time mccree knew him

the convo flows better after it and drifts into other subjects, and jokes, and mccree makes hanzo laugh at some point and it’s so cute he goes “holy shit” and hanzo feels warmer than he has in awhile..... but on the inside. and it’s nice

they spend the entire day together and then mccree gets like, a notif abt a criminal he could catch and suggests hanzo joins him in finding them n all ((idk how bounty hunting works)) and he says yes bc eh it’s not like he has anything better to do

they catch the person and split the money they get but the real money? is the friendship they made along the way

they found out they work kinda great together and mccree tells hanzo that while it’s not as good as money as killing people (i assume??), it’s less dangerous so maybe like, he should join him in this. for like, awhile. to see if maybe it feels more fulfilling. and also bc he likes having his comapny

and hanzo is no fool and by now he realized that this man is into him and that also he’s kinda into him as well? so with a spur of gayness he agrees, and it works great

so after a few weeks of this - kinda traveling the world, catching criminals, getting paid - hanzo drops the bomb. “i know you like me” “like you? we’re almost 40″ “you got a better word to describe this?” “...no, i like you”

smorch (take this to whatever rating you want)

and now they’re a couple

fast forward a few months, mccree gets another message (like, other than the recall) asking him to join overwatch again. a bit more personal and a bit more “we think you’d do great with the new members, you should come back, be a hero”

he asks hanzo what he thinks and hanzo panics bc,, does that mean he’ll leave him? but nah, mccree just takes him with him

at first people are lowkey shocked, esp genji bc “wtf hanzo i asked you to join months ago and you only do when your boyfriend asks you? smh”

so they’re in ovw now, all’s good for awhile, then they have a mission and... hanzo doesn’t come back from it

mccree fucking loses his shit, wtf, where’s hanzo?

the other teammates say they haven’t seen him but it’s not like his body was found in the area either?

they realize talon probably took him? damn bastards

they manage (with a lot of goading from mccree) to find a talon base not far from where the mission was and indeed, hanzo is there, not quite held captive but also not cooperating (talon just Really want him to join, yknow?)

blah blah blah, they save him and make sure talon haven’t messed with his brain in any way when he gets back, but also put him in some sort of quarantine for awhile Just In Case

it sucks but like, at least mccree can talk to him this way, so he spends most days near where hanzo’s kept talking to him and making sure he doesn’t feel alone (i assume they talked abt hanzo’s time alone so he knows it like. made him feel bad and unsafe. and he wants to help him avoid being in a situation like this again)

after what they deem as enough time, hanzo’s out of the quarantine, they smorch again, all is good

they never get married or like, have kids bc they’re both way too paranoid for that, but they still love each other and enjoy each other’s company a lot and they work great together both as teammates and as a couple

i’d go with hcs like “who cooks better” n all but i honestly don’t know how to pick those. so instead i gave you plot. i’m sorry. i hope you still enjoy this

#imma tag this bc dang it i worked too hard for this to go unnoticed #mchanzo #overwatch #hanzo shimada #jesse mccree #ovw #mmmm i think that's it #Anonymous

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Monsta X Soulmates (Astrology)

So Juno is basically this little asteroid that can reveal what you’re looking for in a soulmate. Venus shows what you’re attracted to and what you’re seeking out of a relationship, but Juno shows your ultimate goals for a life partner; a deeper, ‘forever’ kind of love. It’s more about the traits that the Juno sign represents vs. necessarily being attracted to that sign specifically.

‘Juno, known as the Goddess of marriage, traditionally symbolized the idealized life partner. She represents the values and attitudes, which reveal themselves in the institution of marriage. In the signs, Juno represents how we deal with our intimacy needs, what we look for in a mate, and qualities we present in a partnership.’ (source)

These gorgeous gifs/edits are all by @hsoeoks 💖

Shownu/Sohn Hyunwoo - Taurus Juno

Oooh, I love this. My boy Shownu wants someone grounded, patient, and sensual. Taurus is an earth sign, and he’s also got a Capricorn moon (which rules his desires and emotions), so he’s craving security and loyalty. Earth energy is very fixed - it’s stubborn, practical, realistic, and most of all, it lasts.

He’s not out there chasing a fling or a hook up, when he commits it’s going to be for life. Especially since he also has a Taurus mars (how he comes across in relationships). No drama queens, gossip hoes, or superficial baes for him - he’d be over that in under a minute. He’s not messing around, he wants to find his person and then be with them forever. SUCH a papa bear, oh my lord, he’s going to be the dad that teaches his kids how to play all the sports, builds them a treehouse, cheers them on at every single school event.

Taurus is one of the two signs ruled by Venus, so they are incredibly sensual, as in - the five senses. He’s looking for a partner who wants to build a comfortable home with him; Taurus energy LOVES being at home, surrounded by pleasant things. He’ll want to cook with you like, 24/7, every single meal (and yeah, sex in the kitchen is going to be a THING 👌). They also love to set the scene, so music, candles, artwork, etc. - they’re all about #theaesthetic.

Taurus is a fixed sign, and they can be kind of... possessive about what’s ‘theirs.’ So get ready for anyone who gets to close to you to get the death glare from your hubby. He’ll walk over and throw a seemingly casual arm around your waist, just so they know exactly who you ‘belong’ to. But with his Gemini sun he’s not going to be a dick about it; it’s just ‘hi, this is my wife. I’m her husband. Any questions? No, kthxbye.’

As an earth sign, Taurus energy is very easygoing on the surface, they are definitely one of the big ‘Hufflepuff’ signs of the Zodiac. They just want their loved ones safe, happy, and comfortable. But if you push them, or if you threaten someone they love, that’s when the steel underneath comes out. They are complete immovable objects when challenged, and he’ll love it if you defend him or stand up to him in an argument. He wants someone he can’t win over too easy, he wants to earn you every single day.

Wonho/Shin Hoseok - Cancer Juno

OF COURSE HE HAS A CANCER JUNO. Have you seen him with kids?! Good lord, I hope he finds this energy in his soulmate - someone nurturing and sweet and loving and compassionate and sensitive that just wants to take care of him and love him forever (and OBVS wants kids) 😭 Like Shownu, his Juno shows that he’s not looking for something casual, Cancer energy is fiercely committed and when he’s ready to settle down he wants it to be with someone he can build a life with.

Out of all of them I see him caring the least about appearances, age, any of that in his partner. Hear me out - Pisces is the sign of universal love, acceptance, and transcendance. And he’s just so LOVING and sweet, I think it would be more about the emotional connection than anything physical. Plus, Cancer rules the umm, chest area 🙈, so I could easily see him being with someone on the curvier side.

Cancer is all about home and family, so he’s looking to fill his life with people he can love up on who will return that love fully. Cancer and Pisces (his sun sign) are both very sentimental and emotional, so he’s going to have an incredibly strong connection to the family he creates. Long lasting happiness for him is going to be about the people in his life, rather than money or fame. He and his partner are totally going to be the ‘mom friends’ of the group.

Cancer is ruled by the moon, so he’ll be very attracted to someone who is feminine, sweet, dreamy, warm, and emotionally intelligent. Someone who can pick up on what is Pisces sun isn’t saying out loud. Ugh, this is such a cute pairing, I can’t even. Him and his partner are both going to be the type to communicate through touch and actions instead of words. Little hugs and caresses here and there, knowing looks at each other while their out in public, expressing their love in a subtle way.

He’s also got an Aries Venus, so he’s looking for someone who is unwavering in her loyalty and passion for him. Within the relationship there would be lots of excitement and trying things together for the first time. And Cancer energy can be kind of err... moody and dramatic, which is going to keep that Aries energy from getting bored.

Minhyuk/Lee Minhyuk - Libra Juno

My whole entire heart - I love that his Scorpio intensity is craving a Libra energy for his life partner. Libra is all about balance and equality and Scorpios can tend to go off the deep end (in terms of getting obsessed with things, being moody, etc) so he’s looking for someone to even him out, to keep him focused. Libra is an air sign and it’s all about the intellect: sharing ideas, learning, talking, etc. which would also help balance out his emotional watery nature.

Libra is the other sign ruled by Venus and it is all about aesthetics and romance. He wants someone who is going to care about her appearance, not in terms of like, height/weight, but in terms of STYLE. He’s looking for someone put together, social, curious, with an air of sophistication. He’ll want to go out on the town, get drinks, have a fancy dinner, and make a night of it any time you go out.

As an air energy, Libra is incredibly adaptable - Libra is the peacemaker of the Zodiac, the harmonizer, the hostess. So he wants someone that can fit into any situation with him and thrive. Also, Libra is incredibly picky, and will run at the first sign of inequality in a relationship, so he might date around a while before he finds that right person. Probably won’t have a lot of kids, I can see him and his partner just having one special kid that they dote on.

I could easily see him being with someone older. I don’t see him necessarily wanting to be the more immature one in a relationship, but Scorpio is the sign of transformation - and that makes them go through rapid change and causes them to reinvent themselves many times in their lives (so he’ll needs a lot of emotional support). So I think he needs a partner that can roll with his changes, someone who’s going to be able to weather those emotional storms and not get caught up in them.

Libra is a very visual energy, so I can see him being with someone who is creative and artistic. And with his Gemini moon he absolutely needs someone that can match him intellectually. Who will sit for hours and discuss ideas or theories with him. Lots of playful, fun energy here to balance out his Scorpio energy. He and his partner are going to be the group’s favorite dinner party guests, they’ll keep everyone entertained.

Kihyun/Yoo Kihyun - Libra Juno

Oh goodness, I love this. He’s a Sagittarius - hilarious, social, craves adventure + travel, and it warms my cold, dead heart that he wants a Libra energy in his partner. Someone who’s going to be creative and loving and classy AF with him. While Minhyuk needed someone to balance out his intensity, I think Kihyun needs someone who’s going to support him endlessly. Someone to reassure him that he’s talented and wonderful and deserving of all the good things in life.

On the surface you’ll be that fun, exciting, social couple that’s doing some crazy thing every weekend. Going to Paris spur of the moment? Bowling on a Tuesday? Randomly at some new exclusive museum opening? That’s the two of you. But underneath he has an emotional Pisces moon and a Scorpio venus that craves a deep and compassionate kind of love.

So beneath the #aesthetic couples goals that the two of you are, he needs to feel that deep, life changing kind of love. Scorpio energy can be kind of intense and possessive, so he’s going to be MUCH more needy behind the scenes than his Sag sun is going to make him seem. I don’t see him being with someone too much older than him, or drastically younger, but close to his age. A life partner that he can grow and explore with.

Can go either way with kids, I could see him and his partner being the ‘have it all’ kind of couple that just rolls with it. Effortlessly balancing business meetings, tours, play dates, family time, big dinner parties where everyone brings their kids, and vacations to far off places. The ultimate ‘cool parents’ that everyone wishes they had. Or I could see him and his partner pursuing their creative endeavors and choosing not to have kids. Libra is very flexible, so his partner could go either way.

Sagittarius is the sign of philosophy, higher education, and intellectual exploration, so he’s going to love it if you are similarly interested in trivia, learning, and ideas. Wants someone who takes an active interest in his life, who wants to hear about the day to day, wants to know all his stories. Is 1000% going to be that guy that steps away from the group to call his partner just so they can catch up, wherever he is in the world.

Hyungwon/Chae Hyungwon - Libra Juno

Oh my presh Capricorn AF baby. He needs someone committed to him, like - someone who takes themselves and their relationship seriously, and someone who’s ambitious and hardworking. Capricorn rules our careers and public lives, and I think a Libra-like partner would appeal to his desire to appear composed and ‘together’ in public.

We all know Chae Hyungwon, the most gorgeous man in the world, deserves someone equally as beautiful. And with a Libra juno I think he’s going to find that in his partner. But I don’t mean ‘beautiful’ here in terms of looks necessarily, but someone who’s very presence is attractive. The kind of person who speaks beautifully, who has a gorgeous smile, who’s aura is that of a goddess (Libra + Taurus are represented by Aphrodite). The kind of woman his hardworking Cap self won’t be able to take his eyes off of because of how magnetic she is.

Like I just see his partner being this stunner that wears these floaty dresses and who accessorizes like a boss. But Libra energy is also incredibly whip smart and intelligent, so his soulmate won’t just be arm candy - she’ll be a match for him on many levels. Libra and Cap both want to create things, so expect to be #housegoals, #dategoals, #careergoals, and any other kind of goals you can think of.

With all of his Capricorn energy I think you might have to be the one to approach him, either because he’s more reserved or because he’s so focused on his work that he forgets to look up. I honestly can’t tell if he’s going to want kids. Capricorn is always called the ‘daddy’ sign, but I could see him going either way, depending on what his partner wanted.

This is going to be a very mature love, I don’t see him or his partner being overly emotional about things. No epic fights, no tearful declarations of love. Just very practical, straightforward, ‘we’re in this’ kind of love. Like, Libra is incredibly romantic, but I see him being so adorably chill about it. Once he’s got you and you’ve got him, that’s it - you can dust your hands off and rest assured that you’ve got a partner for life. Libra is the sign of partnerships, and that’s truly what he wants - a co-pilot in life.

Jooheon/Lee Jooheon - Scorpio Juno

Holy cow, this is a doozy! He’s got a Scorpio venus AND a Scorpio juno, so he’s looking for someone intense, private, magnetic, emotional, and deep. He’s craving a transcendent kind of love, a relationship that feels like it’s absolutely everything to him. A partner who will inspire him to conquer the entire world, to completely remake himself in the fire between them.

Scorpio energy can be jealous and possessive, so it won’t always be smooth sailing, which might be taxing for his peace-loving, harmonious Libra sun and moon. Talk about a turbulent relationship! He’s looking for a partner that can match his emotional intensity, but all of his Libra energy wants things to be comfortable and smooth. I can see him wanting kids and having a family, but it might be after a lot of tension or drama. Like you might get pregnant accidentally, but then you both decide to just go for it and end up making this tiny, tight-knit family.

I could see him finding his soulmate as the result of something dramatic AF. Like, you meet because your partners both cheated on you, or because you bonded during some disaster. He wants mystery, he wants drama, he wants intimacy like he’s never had before. The kind of person he can share his secrets with at three in the morning. Trust is HUGE for him and if you betray him, it’s all over.

Holy crap, he needs to feel wanted. Will get off on you ‘belonging’ to him and vice versa. Another big Scorpio word is POWERFUL, and as Scorpio rules ‘sex and death,’ he’s not looking for anything casual. 10/10 will be so intense during sex that you’ll cry from how deep your connection is and from all the heightened emotions. Wants you to accept and love everything about him, wants you to help him transform into the man he’s capable of becoming.

His partner is going to be an absolute badass. No soft, sweet energy for him. Someone strong, dedicated, and emotionally intuitive. Red lipstick, motorcycle boots, devil may care attitude. No one he can win over easily; he’s looking for a challenge. Wants someone confident enough to seduce the heck out of him. If you’re bored/disinterested with your life, he’s got no time for it.

I.M/Im Changkyun - Aquarius Juno

Hi, I love this. He’s an Aquarius who wants to be with an Aquarius energy, basically he wants someone who’s like him - independent, quirky, free-spirited, open minded. Aquarius rules the 11th house of friendship, so he’s probably going to have the ultimate friends to lovers story omg. And with his Pisces Venus he’s looking for someone compassionate, loving, and ethereal.

His partner is going to be a total sweetheart. Aquarius is a humanitarian, it wants to save the world + Pisces is a healing sign that wants to love the whole world. Someone who values their friendships above all else, who’s happy when their loved ones are happy. Neither of these are ‘selfish’ placements, so I see him having this adorable, giving and generous kind of love.

Aquarius craves freedom in relationships and his lover is going to want the same. So you might have a long distance relationship, or both be busy with work a lot. But with that air sign Aquarius energy he’s looking for, that’s very straightforward and honest and open, you’ll have no problem communicating with each other and connecting wherever you both are in the world.

Air signs tend to be a bit more flightly/exploratory when it comes to love, so he might not settle down for a while. Along with that friendship concept - I could easily see his partner developing out a friends-with-benefits type of situation. Will definitely be open to having kids and would create a community feel, lots of aunts/uncles/godparents - ‘it takes a village’ kind of father/parent.

Lots of youthful energy and excitement in this partnership. Nothing too heavy or serious or intense. Aquarius is ruled by rebellious, eccentric Uranus, so I could see him having a relationship that pushes some bounds; maybe dating someone from another country or having another non-traditional type of relationship.

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