#also . i think they're accidentally vibing ...

[mjrdm]

what I am getting down from this Au is this shit would peak relationship drama tv show-

desperate housewives and bridgeton cannot even compare

[kitchensinksurrealism]

overcome with the sudden urge to listen to songs my friend likes...what does that mean

[camellia-thea]

i keep having dreams were we somehow get a pet

[borathae]

Friendship Over | MYG x f.Reader

“You and Yoongi have been best friends for years and yet your friendship is build on perhaps the biggest misunderstanding on earth. You, totally into inexperienced guys, think that Yoongi steers away from romance because he is ace and therefore you keep quiet about your huge crush on him. While Yoongi, very eager to get sexy with you, thinks that you are only interested in experienced guys and therefore he sucks up his major crush on you. When one night, you accidentally run in on him touching himself to the thought of you, the foundation of your friendship crumbles irreparably and you are forced to make sense of the rubble.”

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: best friends to lovers!AU, Smut

Warnings: subbiest!Yoongi, inexperienced!Yoongi, shy!Yoongi, Yoongi in glasses, Domme!Reader, completely whipped!Reader, misunderstandings but make it two idiots in love <3, she thinks that he is ace and he thinks she isn't interested in "virgins", but it's quite the opposite, bruh these two just need to talk fr, male masturbation, handjob, getting caught, neediest making out, she is a lil rough with him but in a loving way, Yoongi is a natural ngnfng, they take turns making the other feel good, body worshipping, nipple licking & play, oral sex (m. & f.receiving), cum swallowing, safe penetrative sex in lotus & cowgirl, he cums so many times, listen. they're all new sensations to him so bear with him <3, he is literally this -> :O the entire time, imagine being a sub and experiencing subspace for the first time in the safest way, yeah this is what happens to him, dirty talk & praise, i feel so feral for this yoongi omfg, naked cuddles & giddy giggles for aftercare hihi <3

Wordcount: 11.5k

a/n: AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! i love him i love him i love him he is such a cutie pattootie boongie woongie sweetie lovely pookie <3 this is an idea from kinktober24 which wasn't chosen for the official list, but i still wanted to write it because it is such a VIBE and we love nerdy virgin!Yoongi with a paSSION eheheh 💗

A short trip during spring has been your friendship tradition for years. Perhaps it is also the reason why you also haven’t had a boyfriend in years. The last one you had, did not like knowing that you would be sharing a room with your male best friend for three nights. You assured him that said best friend was on the ace spectrum, but alas he made you choose and so you chose Yoongi.

It was an easy choice, because it will always be Yoongi. If Yoongi asked you to, you would be his girlfriend in a heartbeat. He is the man of your dreams. He is mature and knows his place in life. He is intelligent and witty. He is highly empathetic and always knows the right comforting words to say. He is kind, so incredibly kind, and he is sweet. He is creative and full of wonderful ideas. He is your calm haven as much as he is the biggest source for your laughter. He is just so funny and most of all, he is a total nerd. 

Just like you. 

You and Yoongi can spend hours obsessing over your newest shared nerdy fixations and it wouldn't become boring. Many friendship trips ended in you and he locked up in your hotel room while you obsessed over your shared interests together. Each year and for each occasion, you get the other presents inspired by each other’s interests and you are even working on your own DnD campaign together.

He is your dream man, but you also know that he is aromantic and ace and that anything remotely romantic was weird to him. No way in hell would you ever tell him your feelings if it meant making your friendship – and him – uncomfortable.

So you stay quiet while you go on these friendship trips, pretending that sharing a room and bed with him doesn’t totally mess with your sanity and that spending so much quality time together doesn’t completely fuck you over. Sometimes, during these trips, your daydreams of being partners are so intense that you have to stop yourself from calling him baby.

One time, you actually did and Yoongi blushed and you totally saved yourself by turning it into a funny thing. A running gag so to speak, although the only gag running is you. From your confession. Because you’re a coward.

Yoongi is many a things, but he definitely isn’t ace. Nor is he aromantic. Yoongi is actually a complete and utter sucker for romance. And sex. Yoongi loves sex. In theory. In practice not that much. The thought of getting naked in front of someone scares him to the point of willingly staying a virgin. Not that he wouldn’t want to change it, but being naked. Why does one have to be naked during sex? This is so embarrassing.

Yoongi also thinks that you are the most amazing person to ever exist. If someone asked him who would be his dream partner, Yoongi would describe you. You are intelligent, charismatic, funny and have the kindest heart he has ever seen in a person. When he is with you, his mind quiets down and at the same time, he wants to keep being goofy. He also thinks that you are the most beautiful person existing. Inside and out, you are everything he wishes for. 

But he also knows that you are so much cooler and much more mature than him when it comes to relationships and that experienced people are a total turn on for you.

And Yoongi is very far from being an expert. So he stays quiet in order not to break his own heart by being rejected for being a loser virgin. 

The time you called him baby still haunts him, by the way. Not that this is in any way relevant to this story.

“The water pressure sucks. Just a heads up”, you say, entering the bedroom in nothing but a towel. 

Yoongi, sitting on bed and playing a card game on his phone, looks at you only to instantly look away again. His heart skips a few beats. Holy wow. 

“I feel like I’m still dirty, even though I really scrubbed myself”, you continue, oblivious to his flabbergasted stares.

“This sucks”, Yoongi answers you, hoping that he sounds calm enough not to call attention.

“It does. Big times.”

Yoongi glances at what you are doing. You are laying out an outfit, including your underwear. It is the lacy kind. Yoongi loves the lacy kind. He presses his legs together in hopes of stopping any kind of blood flow to his dick. He can’t risk it. How embarrassing would that be? He gets hard over your underwear. This is The definition of what a loser virgin would do. You don’t know that he is a virgin and Yoongi really wants to keep it this way.

“Does it still stand that you want to chill?” you ask him, throwing your clothes and lacy underwear over your arm.

You and he talked about dinner and Yoongi said that he wasn’t really hungry and that he would prefer to stay in the room. You don’t blame him. After all, he was the one who had to drive for six hours.

“Yeah. Is it okay if I do?” he says.

“Yes, it’s totally okay. I’m starving, I can’t wait. I hope that the restaurant is better than their water pressure. Otherwise, we totally chose the wrong hotel this year.”

You are talking to him as you walk back to the bathroom to get dressed.

Yoongi feels like a pervert, but when you are already in your underwear, you manage to change positions which makes it possible for him to see you in the reflection of the mirror. A decent person would look away, but Yoongi is a disgusting piece of shit. At least that’s how he feels as he runs his eyes up and down your barely clothed body, wishing for a higher deity to give him strength. You are so beautiful. The lace sits on your curves as if it was made for you, the cups of your bra hold up your breasts in such a nice way and your butt looks so perfect.

It aches. Yoongi wants to touch you and call you beautiful, but he can’t. He can’t because he is a loser virgin and you only like experienced men. 

You wear a flowy slip on dress, returning from the bathroom with light makeup on and the sweet scent of your perfume accompanying you.

“Can you help me with my necklace?” you ask him, walking to his side of the bed and sitting down on the edge of it.

“Sure, yeah”, he tries so hard not to squeak his words. You are so close to him that he can really smell your perfume. 

You roll your head to the side, exposing your neck to him. You put highlighter on your shoulders and the area of your collarbones. It reflects the lights in a faint shimmer. Yoongi feels jealous of the necklace which gets to brush over this part of you. He is a complete mess, barely managing to close your necklace.

“Done”, he lets you know, accidentally brushing his fingertips down the nape of your neck as he pulls back. Goosebumps cover your skin in reaction and a shiver moves you.

Yoongi gulps. 

“This just totally give me the shivers. Do it again.”

Yoongi repeats the touch. You shiver and giggle, reaching back to scratch the spot he touched. 

“Totally ticklish too”, you look over your shoulder at him.

If Yoongi was any more of a disrespectful asshole, he would close the distance and kiss your neck. But he isn’t and so he gawks at you with a racing heart. 

“Thanks for closing the necklace, you’re a darling.” You stand up and give him a sweet smile.

Yoongi looks up at you over the brim of his glasses. His heart is beating out of his chest by now. He doesn’t know how many more trips he can take before he just bursts and confesses. This year is torture. His feelings are eating him alive.

“I’m downstairs for some. I’m taking the key card and my phone. So if you get locked out, call me”, you say, getting ready to leave.

“Yeah, okay. Have a good meal.”

“Hopefully I will. Have a good chill.”

He chuckles, “I will. Thanks.”

“See you.”

“See you. Bye.”

You leave the room soon after, abandoning Yoongi in his loneliness and yearning. If only he had more experience, he would take this fateful step and confess his feelings for you.

If you were his girlfriend, he would cook for you all the time. He would write you songs and he would perform them to you. He would rub your shoulders on stressful days and wipe your tears on sad days. He would constantly tell people that he was your boyfriend and he would even try to get over his fear of being naked for you. 

Yoongi knows that you would feel so nice. Warm and soft. He would love holding you and tracing your body. He would kiss you all over and get droopy from your scent.

Yoongi feels it. It’s happening again. His own disgusting thoughts are turning him on. It happened last year too.

The bed was smaller than this year and you ended up spooning him accidentally while Yoongi laid wide awake with a hard dick and a racing heart. He remembers that he had to leave the room early and secretly jerk off in his car because it just wouldn’t go down otherwise. This was the first time he touched himself to the thought of you and the memory comes back to haunt him.

Is this his fate? Did his brain connect these friendship trips with unbearable horniness? Is he destined to jerk off in secret each fucking year until he shrivels up and you find the love of your life in someone else? Is this it? Is he supposed to stay the pervert best friend who gets off on you?

Yoongi rolls out of bed and tries to get rid of his boner by doing a few jumping jacks. He is not going to give in again. Last year was a mistake, something which will never happen again. No woman deserves to be treated this way. Yoongi is too fucking grown to be such a stereotypical virgin.

The jumping jacks help until his eyes accidentally land on your open suitcase and the second set of lingerie you left on top of your clothes. It’s the lacy kind again. Red this time around. He messes up the jumping jacks, instantly feeling how blood rushes back to his dick. It’s useless. He won’t be able to survive this fucking trip if he doesn’t take care of it. Forcing it away will only end in him getting needier and the boner to be harder to hide. He has to do it now and never think of it again. Yep, that’s what he’ll do. Get it over with quickly and then hate himself for it.

Dinner was a complete fail because the restaurant was already closed. Fifteen minutes later and after one sad trip to the local supermarket for some dry bread, you are already back in front of your hotel room. You try to sneak into the room just in case Yoongi fell asleep. You open and close the door silently and tiptoe into the room. You abandon your heels by the door and continue to tiptoe to the bedroom. 

And then you see it and it almost makes you scream.

Yoongi is under the blanket and has his eyes closed. His arm makes the very distinctive movements a man makes when he jerks off. His constant small moans are another indicator 

And you feel frozen, feeling your entire world view crumble as you watch Yoongi – the supposedly biggest ace out there – touch himself. 

The better part of you tells you to turn around and leave. It almost wins until your name suddenly slips from his lips.

Quietly. Like a beg. So filled with pleasure.

Your knees buckle at the sound of it. If lady boners were a thing, you would have one. A huge one.

“___, you’re so soft, ah…”

Panic. How the fuck are you going to make yourself known? Clear your throat? Cough? Say his name? 

“Ah-ah”, Yoongi mewls and arches his back, throwing his arm over his eyes as he clearly finds release to the thought of you.

And you are spiralling. Holy fuck. He just orgasmed to the thought of you. 

“Urgh, fuck”, he comes down with a deep growl and gritted teeth, following it up with a squeaky whimper.

Speak! Say something!

He needs a few seconds afterwards to catch his breath. You should make yourself know, but you lost any ability to make a noise. 

He just orgasmed to the thought of you. 

Yoongi drops his arm from his eyes and opens them. His glasses are tilted, his hair is ruffled.

“Fuck”, he whispers, voice filled with shame.

He sits up to get a tissue, using it to wipe his hand. Afterwards he disappears under the blanket for a moment to clean himself.

“You’re fucking disgusting, Min Yoongi”, you hear him talk to himself.

You are totally frozen and mute, unable to make sense of what just happened.

Yoongi reappears and screams. He saw you, now jumping out of bed in horror.

“What, what, what are you doing here?” He stutters. “Since when. Oh god, since when? What did you see?”

“Uh…I heard my name and… saw what it did to you.”

“Oh my god”, Yoongi falls to his knees, “I’m so sorry, please don’t call the cops. I promise, I’ll leave. You won’t have to see me again. I’m so sorry, oh my god, I’m so sorry.”

“No. Uh.” You shake your head to get back to reality. “It’s fine. This was hot.”

“What?”

“I really wanna kiss you.”

“What??”

Yoongi stands up, gawking at you. It feels as if everything he ever believed was a lie. You want to kiss him??

“Excuse my bluntness, but this made me wet. Like seriously, watching you orgasm to the thought of me changed me as a person”, you say, looking at him as if you wanted to ravish him whole.

Yoongi stutters, but he does it so hard that it stays unintelligible for you. It was definitely something nervous and shocked. 

“Do you want me to come closer?” you ask him.

Yoongi blushes vividly. He nods his head shyly, covering his face.

“Holy fuck, Yoongi…”

You close the distance in wobbles, wanting to fall over him like a rabid animal. You want him so bad.

Yoongi panics. 

“I’m a virgin!” he yells his confession.

You stop, gawking at him with widened eyes. Yoongi’s face is bright red, his eyes are big. 

“Well! Uhm… I jerk off and uh, I had hand stuff done to me. In a club. Once. I was drunk and it was dark. I….And I kissed women. And uhm men. Woah, I just said that.”

“You just said that.”

“Forget I ever said anything. Actually? Forget about me all together. I need to go. Goodbye.”

“Yoongi, hey”, you stop him, holding his hands gently. 

Yoongi stops, avoiding your eyes as he does nervous gulps repeatedly. His glasses are starting to fog up by now. This is how high you are raising his temperature. You aren’t helping when you take his chin between two fingers gently. Yoongi feels like prey, vulnerable and totally at your mercy. And the most confusing thing? He likes it. A lot.

“I get that you’re nervous, but don’t be. I don’t judge”, you assure him. You can’t stop looking at him. It has become so much more exciting ever since his confession. Shit, you need to control yourself. It wouldn’t be mannerly to fall over him as if you are starving. 

“You don’t judge me?” he asks quietly.

“Of course not. This just totally messes up what I thought of you, so uhm, sorry if I still sound a little shocked.”

“Is it that bad?” 

“Not at all. I just always assumed that you were aro-ace because you said that anything romantic and sexual feels weird to you.”

“It’s not weird to me. I’m…” he lowers his head in shame, “I feel weird about being naked. The thought of being perceived in such a state totally gives me a panic attack. I just dipped whenever sex was insinuated and yeah, I did this for years until being untouched felt easier than the thought of being seen did. Now I’m in my thirties and a loser virgin.”

“Shit, I didn’t know this about you. I’m sorry that you feel this way and that you feel this way about yourself. I should have asked, you know, talked to you about it.”

“No, I’m glad you didn’t. I feel like a loser.”

“You’re not a loser. It’s totally valid to start later than others. I just don’t get it. You’re fucking gorgeous. People should be all over you all the time.”

“Oh”, he lowers his head.

“Sorry, insensitive. Trauma from a bad experience? Is that why you feel weird?”

“No, just insecurities. I guess. And, I don’t know, I guess just feeling like I’m gonna be judged for liking it a certain way.”

“How do you like it?”

“I’m a complete sub, but I’m a guy. I don’t know”, he explains rubbing his neck to self-soothe.

“I know it’s probably not gonna help you, but I think that you’re the most handsome man ever. And I like to snack on subby guys like you. Virgins are my favourite.”

“What?” he gasps, finally meeting your eyes. “But you like experienced guys.”

“Yeah, guys who have experiences in life. Someone who is mature and knows what he wants. You know, someone who will build me a home and who wants to take care of it together. Someone who knows what to say when the day is rough because he is empathetic and kind. This kind of experience is sexy. Someone like you is sexy.”

“What do you mean??”

“I have feelings for you. For quite a few years now.”

“Holy fuck.”

“That bad?” 

“No, just. Are you serious? I swear to fucking god, if you’re just messing with me, friendship over. I’m in a vulnerable state right now and I can’t take a fucking prank-” 

You silence him by kissing him. Yoongi’s knees give up, back colliding with the wall and hands grasping your waist. He is kissing you. Well correction, you are kissing him. But oh my god. 

You break the kiss, not because you want to but because you need to. Your hands are on his hips, your eyes undress him slowly. Yoongi suddenly feels eighteen again, lips still tingling from your kiss.

“I’m too fucking grown to mess with your feelings like that”, your voice sounds like heaven to him, “I know what I want and how I feel. You’re the guy of my dreams and the fact that you’re a total sub and a virgin just makes me want you even more. Sorry if this comes off as totally blunt, but this is my truth.” 

“Kiss me again. Please”, he begs, head far gone and body burning up. 

You give what he wishes for gladly. A kiss. So deep and emotional that it is difficult to handle. You press yourself against him, cornering him against the wall while Yoongi barely manages to keep himself standing. He digs his fingers so deep into your waist that he dimples your softness, his heart never raced like this before.

“Is this good? Do you like this?” you mumble between kisses, hands restless on his squirming body and lips starved for him.

“Good. So good.” He answers you in helpless, totally needy moans, still only grasping your waist because he is star struck. 

Just like he confessed, Yoongi kissed women before. And men. But none of the people he kissed felt like you feel. When he kissed them, Yoongi felt in control of himself and as if it was just a simple kiss. 

But with you? With you, there is no ounce of control left in him. This is so much more than a kiss. It makes him feel so fucking high. 

And needy.

So needy.

The kiss breaks, but Yoongi doesn’t get to breathe. You drag him to bed, throw him atop of it and climb him. His hands are pinned above his head instantly and his thighs finally know the weight of you.

“You have to stop me if I’m too fast”, you tell him.

“Don’t stop.”

You kiss him again. Needier than before. So much sloppier too. Yoongi can barely keep up, soon having to break it just to breathe.

“How do you fucking breathe when you kiss like this?” he asks.

“No idea, I always get dizzy”, you say and giggle, “sorry, I’m way too rough aren’t I?  Should we stop? How far do you want me to go?”

“All the way.”

You exhale shakily. Yoongi gulps. It’s out there now. He wants all of it with you. Take the hands of the wheel and shift to the highest gear. Yoongi doesn’t want this to stop. 

He gazes at your lips. They are puffy and wet from kissing. He did that, he thinks. He fucking did that and he wants it again.

“Are you sure?” you ask.

“Please.” He licks his lips nervously, which lets you know that he still wants to say something. “I just can’t promise you a good time. I’ll try, but you have to guide me.”

You chuckle, cradling his cheeks to lean down and kiss his lips.

“Just being with you, already means I’m having the best time ever”, you say, tugging on his lower lip playfully.

Yoongi moans, lifting his head to chase the sensation. You give him a playful growl, which totally messes him up, and shove his head back into the pillow. Again, it messes him up. It’s so sexy when you’re rough with him. Yoongi didn’t think that the things he fantasised about would actually feel this good.

“Do you like it when I’m rough with you? You’re moaning so much.”

“I like it so much. You’re so sexy.”

“Mhm Yoongi…I can be even sexier…”

You straighten up, giving him a playful smile as you hook your hands in your dress to take it off.

Yoongi lies, totally frozen, and stares at you as if you were a goddess. His brain can barely comprehend what is happening to him. He might actually develop a headache from mere sensation overload. Is he still daydreaming?

Yoongi gasps and pinches himself.

“Ouch.”

You laugh, lifting your brows in question, “what was that for?” you ask, throwing the dress to the floor.

“Just panicked and needed to check if I’m awake.”

“You’re dumb”, you laugh, leaning down and cradling his cheeks, “this isn’t a dream, silly. Although it feels like one.”

He gulps, gawking at your lips with needy puppy eyes.

“Touch me as I kiss you”, you say and claim his lips.

Yoongi shudders, squeezing his eyes shut and slamming his hands on your body with such passion that you gasp. You giggle, biting his lower lip.

“Sorry.”

“You’re good, fuck so sexy.”

You kiss him with tongue for what he did and Yoongi is a goner. He tries to figure out your rhythm, resulting in your kiss to be so much needier than you planned it to be. Not that you mind. Kissing Yoongi is a dream come true. You always knew that kissing his lips would be a different experience. They are so perfect. So pouty and soft and so goddamn pretty. Sometimes when he talked to you, all you could do was stare at his lips and daydream about how it would be to kiss him.

And now you are kissing him and it is better than any daydream ever made it out to be. Your heart is racing so much, your skin is twice as sensitive to touch and your pussy has never wanted to have cock more than she does tonight.

Yoongi is currently stuck in his own life-altering experience. He is touching you. The thing he fantasised about is actually happening and you are so much softer than you were in his imagination. Your skin is like the finest silk he ever touched. Warm and tender and soft. So soft. Yoongi thought that he would be obsessed with the spots where your underwear digs into you, but he was wrong. Your waist and back feel so good to touch. They fit under his palm as if his hands were made to hold you.

Yoongi doesn’t know just how tightly he can hold you, but he has to try. Just once. One squeeze. Strong.

“Yoongi, fuck”, you breathe, abandoning his lips to kiss a messy path to his neck.

“Oh woah”, he lets out, gasping for air afterwards. He shivers, squirming under you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah…don’t stop, please.”

“I can’t stop. You smell so good and taste, mhm, your taste…” you trail off, dragging your tongue down his neck until you reach the collar of his shirt.

Yoongi realises quite a lot about himself right in this moment. He realises that the reason why he felt so weird about being naked was because he was never really turned on correctly. Because right now, he curses the existence of his fucking shirt.

“Wait.”

“Sorry, too far?”

You straighten up in sync with him sitting up. Your air catches in your throat as you watch him take off his shirt.

“You don’t have to if you feel weird about it”, you say.

“I want it”, he says and throws the shirt on the floor. He drops back in the pillow, gazing up at you submissively and so ready to be devoured.

Your heart might jump out of your throat if this keeps going. He is so beautiful. His skin is fair and his nipples are dark in contrast. They are so perky, currently hard and swollen from the cool air. His tummy is soft in contrast to his pecs and under his pretty belly button, a faint happy trail disappears in his boxers.

You have never felt more attracted to a person than you do right now. 

“I’m fucking serious when I say this. You are fucking gorgeous, holy fuck.”

“You think?”

“I do. Fuck, I can’t believe that you’re real. It’s insane.”

Yoongi squirms, heart doing somersaults in his chest. It basically goes crazy when you reach behind yourself to unhook your bra.

“Oh my god”, he whispers, ogling your breasts.

“Thought we could match.”

“Oh my god”, he insists and flutters his lashes.

“First pair of tits?” 

“In real life, yeah. Oh my god, you’re beautiful. What the fuck?”

You chuckle. He is so cute when he curses.

“Can I touch them?” he asks.

“Yes.”

Yoongi sits up. The sparks between you and him are electric. You look so deeply into each other’s eyes, sharing air and the same pulse. You give him a little playful smirk, flustering him.

Yoongi lowers his eyes, studying your chest. He lifts his hands to it, placing them over your breasts. 

You sigh softly, leaning into his touch. 

Yoongi exhales, blinking away the emotion in his eyes. 

He can feel your heart like this. It is racing. He can’t explain why this affects him the most, but it does. 

He lifts his eyes, whispering your name.

“Yeah? Is this good?” 

He gives you his answer by kissing you. He moans with you and while you make a sound because he surprised you, he makes it because he could feel your heart skip a beat and then speed up. And this is turning him on more than anything else.

He squeezes your soft breasts instinctively, feeling tingly when you moan and kiss him deeper in reaction. So he does it again. And again. And fucking again. Until he made up a rhythm and you roll your hips on his lap in a needy rhythm. Your arms are hooked behind his head, your fingers are playing with his hair.

Yoongi brushes his thumbs over your nipples, learning first hand what this does to you.

“Shit, this feels so good”, you sigh into the kiss, running your fingers down the nape of his neck so you can dance them up to his scalp again and grab more of his soft hair.

It feels so good to him too and so he does it again. And again. And again. And again until he made up a rhythm and your panties start to feel soaked against his thigh. He wasn’t born yesterday, so he knows that this is a good sign. He gets you wet. It’s insane to him, turning his brain into liquid.

“Yoongi, this is…” you trail off, hugging him close in a shiver of your body. His hands sadly have to slip to your back like this, but it doesn’t matter.

He feels your breasts squish against him and this is otherworldly to feel.

Yoongi is seriously so far gone. All that he currently exists for is the intimacy you and he share. He has never been as focused on anything as he is right now on what you and he are doing. 

You slide your hands to his hair and push with your chest. Yoongi falls. The kiss breaks, but the connection between your souls is still there. He gazes up at you through his slightly tilted glasses, having no idea how he should ever be normal again when he knows how you feel.

“One last chance. I’m serious, once you give me the go, I will fall over you like I’m a vampire and you’re blood”, you tell him, fucking him slowly with your hungry eyes.

He laughs. You laugh as well. The connection only grows. Fuck, you’ve never been more turned on than you are right now laughing with your best friend because you are both having a good time.

“Please be a vampire”, he allows you, readying himself for what was to come.

“Fuck, I’m gonna eat you”, you growl and fall over him just like you warned him that you would. “Lie back and enjoy, baby. This is about you now.”

Yoongi has to very quickly learn what he agreed on getting done to him is a lot harder to handle than he thought it would be. Your hands and mouth are restless and hungry. Touching and kissing and biting him everywhere. And the licking. Jesus fucking christ, there is so much licking happening that Yoongi soon starts writhing and squirming because it feels so fucking good.

“You’re so sexy. Holy fuck, your body. Yoongi, I’m obsessed. You’re so handsome”, you are babbling between your feast, driving away any kind of insecurity he could ever feel. 

And as you praise him constantly, you help him learn a lot about his own body. His collarbones are nice to be sucked hickeys on to. It feels really tingly when you run your fingers up and down his sides. His tummy is insanely sensitive to the point where he needs to squirm. And his nipples. Fucking hell, his nipples. Yoongi didn’t think that arching his back was possible but then you swirl your tongue over his perky nipple and follow it up with a bite, Yoongi is a goner.

“How’s it for you, handsome?” 

“Good”, he mewls.

“Good. It’s good. Baby, I’m so obsessed with you. Holy fuck”, you rasp and do the sexiest thing of dragging your wet tongue all the way down to the hem of his boxers.

Yoongi has never felt more desirable and at the same time ruined than he does right now.

Only lied out and devoured like this, does he realise that he is still in only his briefs. And that they are fighting against the second boner of tonight. It aches so much more than the first one. Quite frankly, Yoongi has never felt so much pain between his legs than he does right now as he is being explored by you.

“Please”, he begs, which he didn’t even know that he could do.

“Want me to take care of it?”

“Yes”, he mewls, writhing from side to side and rubbing his legs together. This was the sexiest thing he was ever asked. Yoongi doesn’t recognise himself anymore. What is happening to him and why doesn’t he want it to stop?

“I’m going insane, I mean it”, you confess, hooking your fingers in his soaked briefs. You take them off completely, throwing them on the floor.

The next moment is spend in star struck silence as you stare at his cock. 

He has the most perfect cock you have ever seen. Listen, you saw your fair share of dicks in your life and you can say with complete honesty, that Yoongi’s is the sexiest cock ever. His tip is flushed and his shaft curves slightly. The sexiest part, however, are the prominent veins spanning all over his cock. Of course someone with his hands would have a veiny dick. If this continues, you might start barking.

“___?”

You lift your eyes at his shy whisper, “yeah?”

“Can we turn off the lights?”

“Oh”, you realise, “totally! I’m so sorry for staring. I just haven’t seen such a sexy cock before. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable”, you explain yourself, reaching over to the light switch.

“Wait.”

“Yeah?”

“You really think that I’m sexy?”

“Yes, I’m serious. You have the kind of dick you only see in fanart. You know, the really sexy fanart on Patreon I pay for.”

Yoongi instantly understands what you mean. Sometimes you showed it to him because he asked under the pretence that he was just interested in art, while he secretly used these moments to make a picture of what you like. In his head, the dicks in these drawings were so much sexier than his dick could ever be, but if you seriously think that his dick looks like those dicks, Yoongi has won in fucking life.

“Keep the lights on”, he says.

“You mean it?”

“Yeah, keep them on. I”, he giggles, hiding behind his hands, “shut up, I look like this?”

You snicker, “mhm, you do. You sexy beast.”

“Shut up.”

You tug his hands away, pinning them above his head as you hold them. You look at him as if he was your everything, raising his pulse.

“I’m so into you”, you whisper.

“Please”, he begs, chasing your kiss.

You give it to him gladly, kissing him until air is sparse. And only then, you begin your next journey. Down to his aching cock, for which you feel so starved that it hurts. You use your fingers to paint a path for your tongue, leaving out his cock when you reach him to lick his inner thighs instead.

Yoongi twists the sheets. He didn’t know that this was a real thing. Sometimes when he lost himself in a good fanfiction and it talked about people twisting the sheets in pleasure, he always thought that this was the creative choice of the author. Nope. This actually happens and Yoongi has no control over it.

He twists the sheets and seconds later, tugs on them as you sink him into your warm mouth.

“What the actual fuck?” he gasps out, sitting up slightly. 

You purr around him, shoving him down with your hand on his chest.

Yoongi drops in the sheets, arching his back. There you are again, being a little rough with him. Yoongi gasps for air as if he has never breathed before, cock throbbing in your mouth.

You sink him in completely, moaning around him. He is the perfect size for your mouth. Oh you love his cock. You swallow around him, purring in pleasure.

Yoongi shakes, throwing his hands over his eyes which results in his glasses to fall off messily. 

“Stop. I’m gonna cum.”

You slip off of him, almost setting him off. His hips twitch, following your mouth. 

“So sensitive”, you coo, swirling your tongue over his cockhead while your fingers jerk off his length.

“Please. What the fuck. This feels so good. Stop, I have to- ah!”

“Mhhm, what a pretty cock you have and so sensitive”, you purr, giving it kisses.

One. Two. Three. Four because you love him. Five because he is so sweet. Six because he twitches so perfectly. Seven and then you sink him in again. 

You keep your tongue pressed against him, relaxing your lips so they would move around him as you fuck your face with him. Your right hand is playing with his dainty nipples, while your left is rubbing the base of his cock. 

“Please stop, I’m gonna-”, he can’t finish his sentence because you make him moan oh so easily.

You understand him nonetheless, slipping off his dick to talk. You switch nipples and slide your left hand to his balls.

“Please…stop”, he gets out, totally out of breath and quaky.

“You really wanna stop?”

“No, but. But. Ah. But I have to…oh god, I have to fucking cum”, he presses out, tensing his neck and putting his hand over your hand to squeeze it. His palm is sweaty and warm. This is so sexy to feel.

“Cum in my mouth, baby. I like it”, you encourage him, slipping him back inside to suck on his pretty cock. Vigorously if one may add, to the point where your cheeks fall in and Yoongi feels as if you are sucking the soul out of him.

“Ah! A-ah…” He grabs your head with his other hand, hips twitching uncontrollably. “Please, fucking shit, ah! Please, ___, please.”

You knew that he wouldn’t last long, but this wasn’t the goal. You want tonight to be fucking perfect and if this means that he orgasms in your mouth prematurely, then so be it. This is so sexy to you. It’s honestly everything you wanted for years. You thought about him like this in your most sinful nights, imagining the taste of him. And now you are greedy and want him as quickly as possible.

He tastes so much fucking sweeter than he did in your imagination, dulling your senses to nothing but him.

“Ah please. A-ah, oh god. Oh god.”

You slurp and moan as you suck him off, pushing Yoongi into the kind of high which nothing will ever be able to recreate. Orgasms from a mouth just hit differently. They are so much warmer and leave one’s legs just so fucking wobbly. 

And Yoongi currently experiences the first ever high like this, twisting your hair and cursing in a broken voice. You can also hear glimpses of your name, but they’re oh so broken in pleasure.

You swear that you actually came with him. Holy shit, he sounds so sexy when he orgasms. For just a second, one must think about his voice and then imagine it when a high shakes his body. Yes, exactly, the lethalness of him is out of this world. 

Just like he did for his first orgasm, he comes down with a growl and gritted teeth, dropping into the sheets. He pushes you off, covering himself and fighting for air.

“Oh my god. Ahm. Oh god. Ah.”

You help him through it, kissing your way up to his lips. You made sure to swallow all of him before you kiss him.

“Good job, babyboy.” 

Droopy but with more confidence, Yoongi cups your cheek, kissing you back. He is a lot noisier, purring constantly. He even gives your lower lip a tug before ending the kiss.

“What the fuck”, he purrs tiredly, gazing at you. His cheeks are so flushed, his eyes are slightly glassy. He looks so happy. Shocked, but happy.

“First ever head?” you whisper your question, tracing his pecs. Your leg is swung over one of his thighs, knee resting between them.

“Yeah.”

You scrunch your nose, “I can assume that you liked it?”

“So much, you have no idea”, he says and licks his lips.

“You wanna say something?”

“I’m sorry for nutting so soon. I swear, this was really overwhelming for me.”

“It’s okay. I knew you wouldn’t last long. I rarely last long during head. It’s really sexy to me.”

“You like it too?” he croaks out, lifting the inner corners of his brows submissively.

“Yeah, but I rarely got it.”

Yoongi doesn’t like to hear this. Now that he knows how good it feels, he feels enraged thinking that such sensations are a rare thing for you. Someone like you should be adored this way constantly. The fucking moment you first kissed him, all he wanted was to make you feel good too. How on earth could other guys not feel the same?

“What’s with the angry face?” you ask him.

“It’s just…you should have felt it a lot.”

“You’re so sweet. I guess I just have trash exes.”

“You do. I never liked any of them”, he confesses, making you chuckle. He licks his lips, “can I?”

“Eat me out?”

“Yeah. Please.”

“Yes, oh my god.”

You and he switch places, kissing as you do. He is between your legs, hands on your body and skin melting with yours. 

He is the one to break the kiss, gazing at you. Your heart flutters because of him.

“If I do something weird or wrong, tell me please.” 

“Yes, I-” 

He interrupts you before you can continue by connecting his puffy lips with your neck. His fingers paint paths and swirls, his lips trace them. He even sucks on some spots, flicking his tongue over your skin just like you did to him.

“Yoongi…wow….” 

“You smell so good”, he whispers and purrs, rubbing his nose down your neck to your collarbones. “And you’re so soft”, he adds, following it with a small hickey on your left collarbone. And your right one. He doesn’t want it to feel left out.

“When I put your necklace on, I wanted to do this to you”, he confesses, totally sending you down a spiral because...

“What the hell? This is what you were thinking? Oh my god, Yoongi…aaah”, you moan, squirming.

“You’re beautiful”, he rasps and continues his path down to your chest.

He is going to take his time. Just like you did when you explored him. He is going to kiss you, bite the soft spots and lick the tender areas. 

Yoongi might have started this evening as an inexperienced idiot, but he will be damned if he lets his inexperience stop him from loving you right. He fantasised about what he would do to you so many times that he has to be an expert at them now that it finally happens. And judging by how much you sigh and moan and squirm, he is doing a good job.

He kisses you, feels you up and uses his mouth on your nipples. He knows that this feels good. You moan because of it, chasing the touches. 

For just a second he slips off, trying to dirty talk even if his heart is hammering in his chest. 

“You have the prettiest tits. They’re perfect.”

You sigh and arch your back to chase his lips in reaction. Yoongi takes your nipple back inside, closing his eyes. Perhaps he isn’t that bad at dirty talk. You seem to really like it.

Yoongi feels confident in continuing. He explores your tummy and waist, wanting to make you feel so good.

He wasn’t born yesterday. He’s grown enough to know that if it feels good for him, it also feels good for you. So he tries to mimic what you did to him and hopes that it feels good to you. He just doesn’t know how good it actually feels until you break the silence with a curse. He was in such a trance, mind completely focused on you, so hearing you curse feels like a slap to the face.

He is between your legs by now, having nuzzled your inner thighs before. He looks up at you, frozen in panic. Did he do something wrong?

“This is fucking insane, I’m so horny”, you confess and chuckle, “fuck, just lick me.”

Yoongi’s cock tingles. As does his stomach. So you liked it. A lot. 

“Do you want it over your panties? Uhm, they’re so pretty”, he asks shyly.

“Thanks, they’re lace.”

“I know. The lacy kind. I like them.”

You meet his eyes. He is shy, but courageous at the same time.

“You say the sexiest stuff. No panties, want you raw”, you say and lift your butt so you can take off your underwear. You lift your legs too, keeping them in the air when you throw the panties to the side.

“Wow, this is…wow”, Yoongi whispers, staring without shame. His mouth is agape, his eyes are widened.

“Come closer, baby.”

“Okay. Like this?” 

“Yes, like this.”

Yoongi almost passes out when you put your legs over his shoulders and writhe sensually. This is so hot.

He looks up at you, deep into the sultry eyes you give him.

“You look so good with my legs on your shoulders, handsome”, you coo.

Yoongi snorts a chuckle in coyness, lowering his eyes because he possibly couldn’t look at your eyes anymore. You snicker, enjoying his flustered reaction with a racing heart.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

Yoongi doesn’t need to be told twice. He wraps his arms around your thighs and goes down on you, gazing up at you as he does. He needs to see if you like it. You gasp, thighs tensing under his fingers.

Yoongi needs nothing more than the first lick to already be obsessed, moaning into you. 

“You taste so good. What the fuck, I missed out big times”, he says and buries himself in you again.

He looks for the good spot with slow flicks of his tongue, making it feel incredible for you without even trying.

“Is nice, baby”, you sigh.  

But he thinks that he could do better. Yoongi knows from fanfiction that women can arch their backs from getting ate and you aren’t arching it yet. 

He lifts his mouth, gazing at your pussy. He needs to study you, make out where to focus on. His hands rub your inner thighs as he memories the view of you.

“What’s the matter?” you sound desperate.

“Where do you like it most?”

“Oh. Oh wow, this is sexy. I guess I like it here a lot. You know what a clit is, right?” you show it to him.

“I do. Yours is so pretty”, he whispers, drooling. 

You mewl and drop in the pillow, “fucking hell, I’m so horny.”

“Same”, Yoongi confesses in the sexiest rasp ever and buries himself back in you. He took a glimpse and thinks that he knows the spot now. He swirls his tongue, waiting for your reaction.

You writhe, rubbing your feet over his back as your legs move with you. A small moan escapes you.

Better. He can do better. Yoongi fixes his tongue. He feels the difference first and sees the effect it has on you second.

You arch your back, twisting the sheets and curling your toes.

“There. What the fuck, ahmm.”

Yoongi feels euphoric. He closes his hands around your waist and presses his tongue closer. He swirls and flicks it, moaning each time you moan and squeezing your waist whenever you writhe.

“Okay. Woah. Ah. Wow. What the fuck? Yoongi, holy fuck”, you get out, genuinely losing it. 

The way he goes down on you feels so good that you completely forget that he never did this before. Of course he is a natural. Someone with his pretty mouth and witty tongue has to be good at oral. 

“Serious, Yoongi”, you grasp a bundle of his hair, “I’m already close. A-ah…”

Yoongi fucks the sheets, pulling you against his face until your butt is off the sheets. Your legs hook behind his head tightly, he purrs and grasps your hips, moving them for you so you are grinding on his face. 

This isn’t like him at all. This can’t be your shy, nerdy best friend. A demon must have replaced him. You lift your head with the little strength you have left, croaking his name.

This is actually him. Yoongi is between your legs, Yoongi is the one who grinds your hips on his face. This is actually him. Yoongi might genuinely go a little feral when he has your pussy on his tongue. She has him acting up. The realisation shoots shakes through your body.

“I can’t. Baby, fucking hell”, you moan, dropping into the pillow again.

Yoongi purrs into you, taking your clit between his lips to suck on her. He ends it by grinding his tongue against her, purring so deeply. 

“Holy fuck. Urgh, Yoongi”, you get out, tugging on the sheets and trembling.

Yoongi feels high. He is so eager to get you over the edge. So eager in fact that he starts using his entire mouth for it. Tongue and lips and messy saliva. And of course, he does everything right with it.

He throws you over the edge just like this.  Tongue kissing your pussy and using his strength to help you get there easier. He surprises himself as well with how hard it hits you.

“Yoongi!” 

He looks up at you in shock. Is he doing This? Is he responsible for the pretty face you are making and the tremors of your body? Yoongi curls his tongue against your throbbing clit, making you moan loudly and writhe. Fuck, he is the one doing this to you.

Yoongi fucks the mattress harshly, speeding up his tongue which results in you to wail up and tug on his hair.

“Yoongi! Ah, Yoongi!”

His name from your mouth. Yoongi feels delirious. This is so hot. He needs more of you. More. He sucks on your clit, totally lost to you.

“Sensitive! Baby, slow down!”

Yoongi can’t hear you, purring around you despite how much he overstimulates. 

“Yoongi…baby…slow urgh fuck.”

It takes you quite a lot of strength to actually wrestle him off of you. And he doesn’t let go without complaint. He mewls in distaste, soothing himself by sucking on your inner thighs instead. His grip on you is strong. Which is turning you on so much. Of course someone with his hands has strength in them.

You drop with a groan, squirming from side to side as you try to recover from one of your best highs ever. And it’s by none other than your shy best friend. With surprisingly strong hands. And a really fast tongue. You might not leave this night sane.

“You’re insane.”

Yoongi only stares for a moment before the unbearable desire to kiss you overcomes him. He starts at your tender inner thighs and kisses his way up to your lips eagerly.

He reaches your lips feeling droopy and totally devoted to you. You kiss him back eagerly, playing with his hair. But you don’t get to taste him for long, pulling him back to talk.

“What the fuck was this?” you ask, staring at his puffy, pink lips. They’re still glistening from what he did.

“Why? Was it bad?”

“Uhm, no? Hello? You just made me shake, what the hell?”

Yoongi blushes, looking to the side.

“I just did what I thought would feel good for you”, he mumbles with a pout.

“I can tell you that you did everything right. I’m done for.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, this was it for me.”

Yoongi feels equal parts proud and angry. He made you feel so good, but it was to such a level that you don’t want more.

“What’s with the pout?” you ask him.

“No, it’s nothing.”

You snicker, “you want more, don’t you?”

“Not if you don’t want to.”

“Lie down.”

Yoongi obeys, shivering when you cuddle into his side and begin tracing his torso.

“I’m not done with you either. Don’t you worry. Just need a quick breather.”

He blushes, looking to the side. He is so cute and you are still so droopy from the high he gave you that you end up giggling and stubbing his flushed cheek with your nose. You nuzzle against him afterwards. 

“You’re so cute”, you gush.

Yoongi accepts it silently, feeling too flustered to come up with anything. His heart is beating uncontrollably. Naked cuddling is everything. Being called cute comes close second. A kiss on the cheek is third.

“Are you really sure about more?” you ask him.

“Yes”, he nods his head vigorously, but falters as a question runs through him, “are you?”

“Yes I am. Just want to make sure that you’re still comfy. My first time was kinda traumatic, yeah. Don’t wanna do the same thing to you.”

“What? Who was the bastard?” Yoongi asks, furrowing his brows.

“I’m good, god I’m good. It’s been years and I’m over it. God, you’re so cute”, you gush, having to kiss him for being so perfect.

Yoongi is tense at first but relaxes very soon. He melts in your hands, rolling to the side to wrap his arms around you and kiss you deeper. With tongue. It’s perfect. Everything about him is perfect. 

It isn’t long and you are both so turned on that you are out of breath as you break the kiss. 

“I think I saw condoms in the bedside table”, you say.

“I’ll check”, Yoongi says and flips over.

You use the opportunity to place kisses on his back and shoulder. And Yoongi is done for. He manages just enough to get a condom but then melts into you, eyes closed and butt wiggling against you. All his mind thinks about is last year when you accidentally spooned him and he had to touch himself because of it. 

And now he is here. Naked and hot in your arms while you kiss his neck and rub his nipples. 

“Please”, he sighs, placing his hand over yours, “please take me, I can’t handle this anymore.”

“Fuck, you say the sexiest stuff”, you rasp and press yourself closer, “condom?”

He shows it to you. 

“Yes, thank god. Imagine if there were none and we’d have had to stop because of it.”

“Don’t make me think of that”, he cranes his neck, gazing up at you with the most submissive and devoted eyes ever. “I don’t want this to stop. Not ever”, he whispers.

“Wow you”, you get out. You have to cradle his cheek and rest your forehead against his, rubbing noses together because the intimacy asks for it. “Me neither. This is so sexy, but also feels like everything I ever wanted.”

“Yeah.” He sighs his words. “Just wanna be with you.”

“Then put it on and let me have you, Yoongi baby. Please, I’ll lose my mind otherwise.”

“Yes, okay.” 

He wiggles out of your hug and sits up. You sit back, watching him work.

“You know how to do this, don’t you? You have to make sure to pinch the tip of the condom.”

“I know, I’m not a total noob. I did the thing with my tongue and made you cum, remember?” he teases.

He flusters you a little. He can be so sexy with his wit if only he wants to.

“Shut up, you. How could I forget?” you mumble and nudge his arm.

Yoongi smirks lazily, giving you sexy eyes.

You squeeze his arm, “hurry up, I’m serious.”

“Right. Sorry.” 

The condom is put on soon after and you can get back to kissing him. You climb his lap, playing with his hair and grinding your pussy against his cock.

Yoongi has to break the kiss because of it.

“Don’t do this.”

“Not a fan?”

“No. Yes! I like it, but I wanna be inside you. Not cum like this.”

“You’re sensitive again, mhm?”

Yoongi pouts, earning himself a kiss and a chuckle.

“You’re so cute.” You kiss his nose. “How do you want it? I could ride you or I could be on my back? Or do you want to slip inside from behind, mhm?”

“The first one sounds good”, Yoongi squeaks out, gulping. The options you listed are so sexy to think about. He feels droopy.

“Okay, then we’ll do it like this. Are you ready?”

“I’m ready”, he whispers, gazing into your eyes like a love drunk puppy. 

“Put your hands on my waist.”

He obeys because it comes natural to him to obey you. You lift your hips and shimmy into the right position. He looks up at you. His heart races so much. He is so ready. 

You sink him in.

Yoongi widens his eyes and squeezes your waist. A whimper leaves him against his will. 

“Slipped right in, baby. How’s it for you?” you talk to him while you sink down.

Better than anything. Life changing. Unlike anything he could have imagined. The best thing ever. So warm. And soft. So fucking warm. Yoongi has no idea how it is for him because he is currently overwhelmed by it. 

“A lot”, he gets out, tensing his thighs under you. He can barely keep his eyes open, feeling dizzy.

“Try focusing on me, baby. Breathe.”

Yoongi takes the shakiest and quickest breaths ever, fluttering his pretty lashes at you. You cradle his face with both hands, rocking back and forth as you take him in.

“You’re doing so well, baby. Keep breathing, that’s it.”

Yoongi always thought of himself to be someone independent, someone who doesn’t need to be babied and pampered. But to be honest? Being held like this and talked to in such a caring way feels really fucking good. Like, really fucking good.

He bottoms out and you waste no time, picking up the most lethal rhythm you learned. You swirl your hips, bouncing up and down on him as you do. And Yoongi is a goner. He squeezes his eyes shut, scrunching his nose. He gets out half of your name then only manages to create little sounds. Gasps and mewls and even a few whimpers. And he doesn’t even feel embarrassed about it because you hold his face in such a comforting way, which in return makes him feel so goddamn needy for pampering.  

“Pretty, you’re so pretty. And you feel so good, baby. You’ve got the best cock.”

“Be quiet, please”, he croaks, voice slightly pitched and so shaky.

You chuckle, “you’re not into dirty talk?” you ask, knowing very well that this wasn’t the reason why he told you to shut it.

“Please, don’t tease me”, he instantly figures you out, leaning into your touch because it’s so difficult to keep his head held high. He even pouts, cheeks squishing as they melt into your palms.

“I can’t help it, you are so easy to tease”, you whisper and shove him down into the pillow. 

“Ah, wait.”

“You okay?” 

Yoongi reaches behind his own head, pulling out his glasses. He checks them.

“Okay, they’re good. I laid down on my glasses”, he says and puts them on, “now I see you in 4K again.”

You snicker, “you’re a dork”, you lean down and kiss his cheek, “and you’re so much fun to ride”, you add in a sweet coo, clenching down on him to really get the point across.

Yoongi twists the edge of the pillow and throws his head back, mouth agape and throat producing the sweetest moans. You give his nose and chin a kiss each, then sit up to show him how much better it can feel. You put your hands on his chest, playing with his perky nipples as you pick up speed.

“Wait. Slow. Please”, he begs, mewling each time you bury him deep inside you. His body is trembling so much and he feels so much pressure in his stomach. It is so deep and hot, spreading down his legs as well. He is repeating himself here, but this just feel so fucking good.

“You’re so sensitive”, you tease, slowing down for his sake. You keep him buried deep inside, swirling your hips back and forth while you rub your hands up and down his chest.

He looks up at you, lids heavy and cheeks flushed. His hair is hanging into his face messily, his fingers squeeze your hips.

“I can’t help it”, he breathes out, gasping for air afterwards.

“But you like it, don’t you?” you are teasing him, which Yoongi instantly figures out.

“Please”, he squeezes your hips in warning, “don’t tease me right now.”

You chuckle, bending down to mouth at his jawline, fingers playing with his hair.

“Sorry, you’re so fun to tease, baby”, you rasp and tug on his earlobe with your teeth.

Yoongi mewls, bucking his hips up involuntarily. It knocks a moan out of you, which you let him feel against his ear. Of course it drives Yoongi crazy. Why shouldn’t it? He bucks his hips up again, melting into a mess when you moan in reaction. One more time.

“Fucking shit”, he gets out, rolling his head to the side you are at, claiming your lips in a messy kiss. He even cradles the back of your head for it, holding your waist with his other hand as he rolls his hips up. It’s intense like this, but manageable. He can control the speed like this and he has to concentrate on moving, which means his brain isn’t solely zoned in on the hot tingles.

It’s also fucking ecstatic how much this makes you moan. Yoongi gets so high from it, breaking the kiss to whisper against your lips.

“Your pussy’s heaven.”

You shiver, twirling his hair.

“You know that if you talk like this and – ah – fuck like this, I wanna ruin you?”

“Do your worst then”, he challenges, which thinking back, was a very stupid idea.

You give him a dirty smirk and sit up.

“Right thumb on my clit. Now.”

Yoongi obeys.

“Good. Play with it”, you order and lift your hips only to slam them down as you begin your punishing rhythm.

Yoongi thought that he could do as he was told. Nope. His thumb stays unmoving because his brain stops working as you increase the pleasure by a hundred. He shouldn’t have challenged you. What a stupid fucking thing he did. He is going to climax. It’s too intense.

“Slow. Please slow, I don’t wanna cum already please.”

“Nah, you wanted it, so bear it.”

“Fuck, urgh, fuck ___.” he growls, scrunching his face.

“I know, baby, I know. Just keep breathing”, you coo, arching your back so you can dance your hips on him. It feels fucking incredible to you because his cock hits the best spots and his thumb is perfect to grind on.

“I was wrong, I can’t cum yet. Please.”

“But Yoongi, I love when you cum”, you taunt, smiling wickedly.

Yoongi whimpers, arching his back helplessly. There is no way in hell that he can last any longer. You fucking ruin him.

“Please, I really can’t hold it anymore”, he tries again, grasping your waist to the point where he bruises you accidentally.

“Then don’t, baby. Be my good boy and cum for me.”

Yoongi always fantasized about how it would be to have you order him to climax. This fantasy helped him over the edge so many times in the past. And now it’s actually happening and it sounds so much sexier than he could have ever imagined.

Yoongi orgasms with a moan of your name, throwing his hand over his face and twisting his own hair this way. His thumb stutters on your clit as he uses what last strength he has left to keep it there.

“Oh my god, how do you look so sexy when you cum? Fuck Yoongi, you’re making me cum too”, you confess, tightening around him as your own high hits you. Being with him was enough to get you there.

He comes down first, mewling as you ride out your high and therefore overstimulate his poor cock. When you finally come down as well, Yoongi swears that he is one second away from crying, glasses dirty from pressing his arm against it.

“Oh god, baby”, you whisper shakily, dropping on top of him, “baby. Yoongi baby, oh my god”, you babble, cradling his face as you kiss every single inch of it. “Baby, oh my baby. You were amazing, oh baby just come here, you.”

Yoongi feels so good. Yes, what old news, but fuck he feels so good. Is it actually humanly possible to feel so goddamn satisfied and loved and giddy? Because he thinks that he might be doing something inhuman right now with how fuzzy he feels.

“How are you? Are you okay?”

“M’kay”, he gets out, nodding his head.

“Yeah? You’re okay? Was it good for you?”

“Yeah. But so short…I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. It was your first time. It’s allowed to be short. Besides, you held out longer than some others. You even thrusted your hips for a little.”

“I guess. I’m…really tired”, he confesses and exhales deeply, rolling his head to the side to stub your palm with his nose. He kisses it next, smiling in such a giddy and pretty way.

Then he giggles, peeling his droopy eyes open to gaze up at you. You scrunch your nose, giggling with him.

“Did we really do this?” he asks.

“We did.”

“Oh god”, he lets out and giggles even harder.

“I know”, you agree, snuggling into him.

He hugs you, rolling to the side so he could really snuggle into you. His dick slips out of you this way, but this is okay because you are hugging and it’s so nice.

It takes you a while to calm down from your giddy giggles and once you do, you are facing each other, sharing air and gazing into each other’s eyes. He is dancing his fingertips up and down your back, while you dance them over his features. His glasses sit on his face weirdly because of the pillow.

He takes them off, snuggling deeper into the pillow afterwards. 

“They were annoying.”

“I can imagine.”

That the sex was out of the world is written on both your faces. The silence you share is so familiar, but a hundred times more intimate than it was in the past.

“Does it always feel like this?” he whispers.

“So good?”

“Yeah. I feel fucking amazing. Does it always feel this way?”

“Not with everyone, rarely, I don’t know. It felt like this with you.”

Yoongi’s eyes fill with emotion. He takes a deep breath and exhales, cupping your cheek. You lean into the touch, lowering your lids halfway. You still get butterflies when he touches you like this. He is so gentle with it.

“What are we now?” he asks.

“Can I be honest?”

“Please.”

“If-”

“Actually, if it’s something bad. Can I get dressed first? I don’t wanna get my heart broken naked” he interrupts you.

You chuckle, “can I finish?”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. What I wanted to say was. If we are anything other than boyfriend and girlfriend, I will actually cry. I secretly yearned for you for years.”

“I’m so glad that you said this”, he confesses and blushes.

“You are?”

“Yeah. I feel the same”, he says and meets your eyes.

You squeak, having to giggle afterwards because you are so goddamn giddy. Yoongi giggles with you, kissing you back eagerly when you smooch him. And smooch him. And smooch him again.

“Oh my god, Yoongi baby. You’re my boyfie now?”

“Yeah, I’m your boyfie”, he says in a cute way, heart dancing in his chest. “Can I tell people that I’m your boyfie?”

“Of course, oh wow, you’re making my heart burst.” You start babbling which you always do when you’re happy. “Okay, but I need to take you out on a date tomorrow, I’m serious. A real date. Breakfast. The biggest breakfast ever because the restaurant was already closed tonight.”

“What? You didn’t even get dinner?”

“It’s alright. I snacked on you, didn’t I?” you tease, wiggling your brows.

Yoongi looks away, blushing vividly, “shut up, this isn’t funny”, he mumbles, pouting.

You laugh, “I think it is hilarious actually.”

He meets your eyes fondly, squeezing your waist gently.

“Whatever.”

You smile and run your fingers down his temple. Yoongi lowers his lids in relaxation. 

“What’s gonna happen to us now?” he asks.

“Right now? We should clean up and pee to prevent UTIs and then we could cuddle.”

“No I mean. For the rest of this trip?”

“Are you trying to figure out if I could be down for more sex?”

He blushes, “maybe?”

You snicker and push him onto his back. You put your arm over his chest, holding his hand above his head. Yoongi looks so happy to be where he is. 

“I’d be so down for more”, you tell him, smiling prettily.

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

“Me too. I’m so down”, Yoongi confesses, adding with a blush, “I think I might be obsessed, actually.”

You chuckle fondly and kiss him, knowing that from now on, life will be so much better.

[monochromed-elf]

Random astro notes 1

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Take what resonates! I'm no professional astrologer.

These observations are made from my experiences.

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✮⋆｡ 6h Jupiter and easily gaining weight. especially if you're also Jupitarian.

✮⋆｡ 6h Jupiter also makes you suck at managing your time and tasks (Overly optimistic about it).

✮⋆｡ Again, my experience with 6h Jupiter and being called big animals.

✮⋆｡ Cancer Mercury and what is that handwriting of yours omg I'm sorry you're getting complaints about it😭 I can understand a doctor's paracetamol but not your hello.

✮⋆｡ Cancer/4h Lilith, your mother is most likely to hate on your friend with a Cancer stellium/prominent Cancer placements for no reason whatsoever. Especially if the friend is healing your mommy issues. Your mother will automatically think they're brainwashing you.

✮⋆｡ 4h Lilith also means you always try to save your mother. Don't do it. Stop that. Because she won't appreciate your attempts and will side with what hurts her! Learn that she's not your responsibility.

✮⋆｡ I feel like Gemini Mars will certainly space out during anything sexual, literally getting railed while thinking of taxes or whatever is going on. It's definitely the ADHD lol.

✮⋆｡ Gemini Venus please stop accidentally flirting with us, oh and the mixed signals.

✮⋆｡ Heavy water placements but with an Aries Moon can give off the vibes of the therapist friend with heavy random outbursts when they're tired of therapitizing everyone. Especially if Moon conjuncts Uranus.

✮⋆｡ All of the Capricorn Moons I know have heavy sociopathic traits.

✮⋆｡ Meanwhile Aquarius Moons can't stop blaming body chemicals for their emotions (dopamine and all of that).

✮⋆｡ "Choose the person who has your Moon sign as their Venus sign" is actually true. But it won't last long (maximum 2 years) and you both will become strangers. (unless you both meet daily or live together).

✮⋆｡ Mars conjunct Saturn will make you like BDSM a lot.

✮⋆｡ 4h Chiron, please do not create a family UNLESS you are healed. You'll traumatize all of your kids but fucking be an angel parent to other families. Similar with 5h Chiron but it's mostly with kids.

✮⋆｡ 4h/5h Chiron could be an indicator of being a narcissistic parent too. I'm indeed traumatized.

✮⋆｡ Always remember that Neptune=Delulu. Be careful where it is, it's both a blessing and a curse.

✮⋆｡ A close person's Venus in your 12h and omg they fucking appear in your dreams.

✮⋆｡ 9h Saturn are one of the most closed minded people I've ever met. They are seriously unable to see other perspectives.

✮⋆｡ The Sun House shows you how you treat your own dad. 11h sun: your friend, 10h: your boss, 4h: an actual parent Imao. It also can show why your dad loves or hates you because of such status: "I'm your dad stop treating me like a: (11h) friend/(3h) older brother/(5h) kid".

✮⋆｡ Fire IC/4h ruled by a fire sign is really a strong indicator of a bad family.

✮⋆｡ 3h Saturn natives bond by talking shit about their siblings.

✮⋆｡ 3h Saturn also might indicate having a loud voice (especially with prominent air signs placements).

✮⋆｡ 3h Uranus and yes 90% chance your siblings were unexpected, or you may have an unexpected story of a sibling (like you had a sibling that died before you or smth wild).

✮⋆｡ I find that Lilith/Chiron placements are so...damn, similar. Except that Lilith is horny and Chiron is actually serious about the problem lol. An example: 9h Lilith might fetishize their religious trauma/an experience with a foreigner. While 9h Chiron will be disgusted and crying and trying to fix fix fix. Lilith needs to be embraced as it is, Chiron actually needs the fucking healing instead.

✮⋆｡ One vs one opposite Nodes will either fix or ruin your life. For example you're an Aries North Node. A Libra North Node will be quite the teacher for you.

✮⋆｡ 5h/7h stelliums have the juiciest stories about their love life. But 7h is more likely to give you great advice about love lol.

✮⋆｡ Pluto conjunct Ascendant is very likely to look young compared to their age (my bestie being called a high schooler while she's in college damn).

✮⋆｡ Give a 3h Neptune alcohol and watch them become a professional poet and creatively high (Like those old Chinese/Arabic/Persian poets lol).

✮⋆｡ Neptune conjunct Ascendant, always seen as lazy and sleeps a lot.

✮⋆｡ Cancer/Pisces Mars can be actually super violent and not the usual passive aggressive shit. Especially in men.

✮⋆｡ (Vedic!) We always hate the type of men/women with our DK planet energy somehow (But we end up being really good with them). Mercury DK hates young and childlike people. Venus DK hating overly romantic and artistic people. It's life's way of saying SIKE—

✮⋆｡ Having the South Node in a sign and someone having a stellium/prominent placements of such sign (like, you being Leo South Node and you meet someone with Leo Stellium). Please run away from them. Early meetings and encounters with them feel like heaven but will slowly ruin you.

✮⋆｡ The same goes with your Rising Sign. If someone's stellium/prominent placements is in the same sign as your rising. The stellium person will be better than you at the things the sign values and your rising will become bitter. It'll be ugly. Go for people with your descendant's energy.

Thank you for reading💜

@monochromed-elf

[mishappeningss]

Okay... WHAT ABOUT her "girl, so confusing" version with others?? Like there's some tension between them and everyone is aware of it (they're not friends but also not enemies) its just this weird, stifling tension between them.

For me, I think it would be someone off grid. Like an actress or a model who's compared to YN for numerous reasons (they're kinda look alike how Charli xcx and lorde are, they attended the same fashion show and seated near each other without communicating for several times, wore same outfits etc) but the "hostility" is just misplaced. They don't hate each other and won't talk shit about each other but also they dont like the other one and just... not communicate at all...

Who would it be?

THIS right here. she’s of course been in these kinds of rumors and speculations, but not as serious as this one. they’re not getting anything really, but they want more.

more about driver!yn

Some people say she gives off “I’m not jealous, I just don’t like her” vibes.

She’s a model, influencer, designer, certified cool girl of the internet. She’s that girl who knows every musician, has been in almost every campaign, and is rarely seen wearing the same outfit twice.

Devon Lee Carlson.

They’ve never had a public feud. Never thrown shade. Never even spoken each other’s names, at all.

But if you walk into a room and they’re both in it?

You’ll feel the temperature drop by three degrees.

It started innocently. A stylist posted a rack of looks, and both YN’s and Devon’s names were tagged on the same two pieces.

People started asking:

who wore them first?

who kept them?

who backed out of the shoot?

Later that week, Devon posted a selfie in one of the outfits. Three days later, YN wore the same look—at an F1 afterparty. And she wore it better. That’s not shade. That’s objective.

The internet noticed. Threads were made. Some were harmless. Some were looking for trouble.

i fear devon saw that pic of yn and immediately took her post down 😭😭

not them sharing a stylist but refusing to share air

They’ve had their moments during fashion week.

Miu Miu show, seated in the same front row. One empty seat between them. Not a glance, not a word. Devon posted a grainy story tagging everyone except YN.

Vogue Paris Afterparty, same rooftop, same photographers. One photo surfaced of them in the same frame but talking to different people.

The accidental match. Both arrived at a Loewe party wearing vintage pieces. Different colorways. Same silhouette. Someone tweeted:

one of them was definitely told the other wouldn’t be there.

It’s weird, because… They have all the same friends.

They’re mutuals in the modeling world. Have been styled by the same glam team more than once. Followed by the same F1 WAGs and fashion influencers.

It’s almost strategic. Like… everyone’s silently agreed not to make this weird tension worse by pretending it doesn’t exist.

Then there were the fan theories.

Some fans believe there was a campaign they were both up for. A high-profile one. One of them booked it. The other didn’t. It was never spoken about—but the silence spoke louder.

There are rumors (unconfirmed but people love it) that they were both very briefly linked to the same musician. Different times, different cities, same broken sunglasses in the background of IG Stories.

No follow. No unfollow. Just never followed at all.

No interaction. No event photo. No “you look amazing” comment.

If you ask them about each other? They’ll say something like:

“I don’t really know her like that.”

And that’s the most violent sentence two girls like this can say.

They’re not enemies, but they’ll never be friends.

They are girl, so confusing.

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 almost out their relationship because they're just that whipped

Request: SVT being so whipped for their partner they almost outed their relationship.

A/N: It's kinda like a “oh no, did I just say/do that?!” moments for me lmao. Also, I used, “They/Them” here but let's just say they used a gender specific pronoun which kinda led them to fuck up even more...Also it low-key gives seoksoo, verkwan and junhao ship vibes TT

Seungcheol – Slipping Up in an Interview

He’s always been careful, okay? But today his is brain is not cooperating. During an interview, the members are joking about ideal types when the host asks, “What’s something you find irresistible in a person?” Without thinking, Seungcheol blurts, “When they pout because they want my attention.” The members snap their heads toward him. Joshua is choking on his drink. Vernon whispers "bro..." under his breath. Seungcheol realizes his mistake immediately, his ears turning red. He forces a laugh, “I mean—uh, you know, in a general sense. Hypothetically. Right?” His nervous chuckle does nothing to save him.

Jeonghan – Too Obvious with Fanservice

Jeonghan thinks he’s a genius at keeping secrets, but in reality he’s just so obvious. He always tells the fans he loves them, but somehow, every time he says “I love you,” his gaze instinctively flickers toward you in the audience. And then—he winks. Winks. At you. In the middle of a concert. Minghao nudges him, “Dude.” Seungkwan is facepalming. The fans start speculating immediately, and Jeonghan just sips his water like he didn’t almost out himself in 4K.

Joshua – The Accidental Instagram Clue

Joshua, being the aesthetic king he is, posts a random normal picture of his coffee and watch, thinking nothing of it. But what he does not realize is that the reflection in the spoon shows someone sitting across from him—you. Within minutes, fans are zooming in, analyzing every pixel. “WHO IS THIS?!!” Trends worldwide. The members tease him in the group chat, sending screenshots. Joshua just sighs, running a hand through his hair, muttering, Man, I really played myself.

LET IDOLS DATE FOR GOD'S SAKE!

Jun – Forgetting to Hide His Affection

Jun is always affectionate, he doesn’t even realize when he’s being obvious. So, when he spots you struggling to carry something backstage, he automatically takes it from your hands, in front of staff and half the members. The moment he does, everyone stares. Hoshi gasps. Jun blinks, realizing what he’s done. “Ah... I mean, uh, I do this for everyone?” He’s lying and no one believes him.

Hoshi – Screaming Your Name...by Accident

His emotions can get the best of him. One day during soundcheck, he’s hyping up the members. “YAH, LET’S GO! SEUNGKWAN, NICE! MINGYU, POWERFUL! BABY, YOU’RE—” silence. The stadium freezes. The members turn slowly. “Hosh...” Hoshi goes silent. His soul leaves his body. Then, suddenly, he yells, “AHHHH, CARATS MY BABY!!” He starts running laps around the stage to avoid any eye contact.

Wonwoo – Too Many Inside Jokes

Wonwoo is subtle, but his inside jokes are not so much. One time, on a livestream, he casually laughs and says, “That reminds me of something my par—” he stops. The chat explodes. “Your what, Wonwoo?” His expression is stone-cold, but his ears are bright red. He quickly changes the topic, but the damage is done. The speculations begin. And his company starts doing overtime hours.

Woozi – Forgetting You’re Not a Member

Woozi keeps things private, but his muscle memory betrays him. One day, while walking to a schedule, he naturally reaches out to grab your hand... in public. Minghao, walking beside him, subtly smacks his arm, whispering, “Hyung, no.” Woozi yanks his hand back like he touched fire, clearing his throat. “I, uh, thought it was one of you.” Carats does NOT believe him.

Dokyeom – Too Excited to Hide It

Dokyeom wears his heart on his sleeve. During a live, a fan asks about his ideal type. “Ahhh, someone who has a cute laugh, loves music, and—oh! And they have this habit where they scrunch their nose when they’re—” he freezes. The members stare. Seungkwan says, “You mean… like Shua?” to keep things in control as much as possible but Kyeom malfunctions. He screeches and ends the live immediately and that makes things even more worse ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ

Mingyu – Blurting It Out in Pure Panic

On a variety show, they’re playing a lie detector game. When asked if he has a crush, he confidently says “No.” BZZZT. Everyone erupts. Seungcheol, already enjoying this too much, asks, “So, who is it?” thinking he's comedian enough to make it funny but Mingyu in sheer panic, blurts your name. He outed himself. Pls—my man outed himself. The entire cast screams. Seungkwan falls off his chair. Mingyu is horrified. He buries his face in his hands, mumbling, Can I restart my life? He fr wants to restart his life.

Minghao – Slipping Up in Chinese

Minghao is careful...but his first language betrays him. In a Mandarin interview, he randomly mentions, “Oh, yeah, my baobei likes that too.” The moment the words leave his mouth, he stiffens. The interviewer raises an eyebrow. The members are staring especially Jun. He quickly clears his throat, “Ah, I meant—um—Carats. Our fans are all my baobei.” No one buys it. Not for a second.

Seungkwan – Talking About You Like It’s Normal

Seungkwan rants about you way too much without realizing it. In an live interview, he says, “Yeah, Y/N always says that—” stops. His eyes widen. He claps his hand over his mouth. The cast erupt with laughter. Seungkwan tries to run. He fails. Now, he has to spend the next five minutes convincing the camera, "No, no, no, you misheard! I meant my mom!"

Vernon – Forgetting the Camera is On

Vernon is way too comfortable on live. One time, he’s scrolling through his phone, half-paying attention, when he accidentally clicks on a message from you. It pops up for a split second. The chat explodes. The members who are also watching, start spamming his phone. He doesn’t even notice until Seungkwan texts, “END THE LIVE RIGHT NOW.” Cue Vernon panicking, fumbling with his phone, and mumbling, Oops, my bad.

Dino – Being Too Obvious About "Their Type"

Dino gets asked about his ideal type on a show. Trying to be subtle, he says, “Ah, someone funny, kind, and… um, someone who’s really supportive during my practice.” The members exchange looks. “So... like...?” The host asks since he's already too obvious and specific about certain someone. His brain shuts down when he realises. He stares at the camera like a deer in headlights. Then, he nervously laughs, “Hahaha... no, no, I mean, like… in general… not specific at all…” He fails miserably.

[ancientnapdragon]

Lil sleepy but have some silly early morning Liushen brainworms.

Rogue cultivator SY + omegaverse flavor but it's mostly silly.

So i was thinking vaguely about those like, omegaverse fics where the alphas will liie chase the omegas? Mating runs or something? They're not actually usually my particular taste but I've read a few of them.

So LQG is a Peak Lord, yes, but after his parents passed away tragically after his sister was born, he is also now the head of his whole Cultivation Clan Extended Family. He's the pride and joy of like everyone there. But the current matriarch, his grandma, is getting super concerned because he is joy finding a mate and making babies. So she steps in.

LQG (and LMY, for support) are requested to come to the Liu Estate for something important. When LQG arrives he is basically sidelined and finds out his grandma has like a couple dozen omega cultivators who passed the family's vibe check there for a special, one Alpha mating hunt. He is going back to Bai Zan with a spouse whether he likes it or not.

Instead of a Mating Run, where the omega will all scatter and the first Alpha quick enough to grab them 'wins' them. A Mating Hunt is where one Alpha will chase down multiple Omega, but it's more of a "last man standing" thing, where whoever is the very last Omega found 'wins' the Alpha.

LQG is not excited about this, but his sense of duty to his family means he reluctantly and unhappily goes along with it. There is like a big dinner followed by an official one on one meeting with all the Omega present (with LMY there as a buffer/'chaperone' even tho she's like 13). All of the Omega are cultivators, all of them very skilled and lovely, and most of them from important families like the Liu are. A few of them are rogues who have made waves for one reason or another in the cultivation world. Basically LQG is getting cream of the crop picks and he doesn't want any of them.

Then he meest SY, who isn't the strongest Omega here but is apprently an expert on all sorts of beasts and plants. When SY talks to LQG, he fully admits he only agreed to this for a chance to see some rare plant that only grows deep in the forest around the Liu Estate, where the Hunt will be happening. He asks that LQG please not grab him until he gets a good look, but he's not going to actually hide. For some reason this puts LQG more at ease than literally anyone else he talks with.

A few days later is the Hunt. All the Omega are given like 24 hours to set up shop in the forest before LQG is released like a damn hound out there. He wants this over as fast as possible and he is also the dang Bai Zhan Peak Lord! He is a good hunter! So not even an hour is passed before he's dragged like seven Omega out of the trees to go sit in shame they lost.

SY, meanwhile, is jot even trying. He found the rare plant in that first 24 hour period and observed it and drew pictures and all the stuff he wanted to do. And then he stumbles on another rare plant! Then a rare bird, then a rare... well the Liu Estate has a lot of cool things to look at!

Through a comedy of errors, SY is accidentally perfect throwing LQG off his trail at every turn. That rare plant? Turns out it disoriented Alphas in particular. That bird? Perfectly mimics the last voice is heard, which was SY's. That other plant? Clogs your nose so you can't tell Scents apart for a while.

The Hunt ends 9 days later because SY finally sat down and decided to eat something, making a small fire. LQG, harried, jumps from a tree and grabs him. He literally tracked down every other Omega the first day and has just been looking for SY the whole rest of the time. He's been through hell. While SY was making princess friends with all the little bugs and flowers, those same things have been working to make LQG suffer. He comes out of the forest, SY thrown over his shoulder like a sack of rice, dirty and hair a mess and covered in gunk and bruises. No one in his family has ever seen LQG look less put together.

Mash cut to like the next day, SY in a red veil and robes, confused how it all came to this as he is subtly bullied into taking his bows with LQG. LQG isn't even uoset anymore he was forced to get married. Do you know how hard he had to work for this?? Literally the hardest hunting challenge he's ever taken on. SY is some unrecognized genius, clearly.

[touhou-memories]

10 years of Touhou Memories

12 July 2025 marks the 10 year anniversary of this blog.

As a fun fact, the anniversary should have been few days earlier if I hadn't deleted the first blog. How did that happen? Well, the blog was quite fresh and I was playing around with the custom theme editor and when returning to the dashboard it was all broken, so thinking I might have accidentally done something to cause this and not seeing how I would be able to fix it, I just deleted the whole account and made a new one (this current one). But later I learnt that it was just how Tumblr was sometimes, breaking suddenly just to return to normal few hours later.

What made me create this blog? I am a Touhou fan since late 2011, but I wasn't really active in the community before to contribute with anything or interact with anybody. One day in 2015, somebody on Facebook shared these two posts from @magnoliaarch: /post/110590556326/ and /post/118484290686/, which are a compilation of Reimu's and Marisa's appearances throughout the games. I thought it would be a really cool thing to have a place where you could see all the appearances of all characters from the games and I looked up if such place existed, but wasn't able to find anything like that so I decided I will do that then. That's why in the early days of this blog all you could find were collages with the characters.

Why this particular name? The name was inspired by Trainman1405's blog clubpenguinmemories.com, which I was a big fan of during my teenage years.

Why Tumblr? It just felt like the most suitable place to post things about a game, the style of the platform and the format of the posts were exactly what I was looking for. I'm still on Tumblr, even though I use a custom domain these days. Being on Tumblr sure comes with some limitations than if I were to buy some hosting space and build a website from scratch there, but the community is what keeps me here. I always enjoyed reading the tags people leave when reblogging my posts and at the same time browsing through a dashboard that's not necessarily consisting of touhou.

Some stats? The 10 year anniversary catches me at around 4200+ posts. There were actually more posts 2 months ago, but I deleted a big chunk of the audio tracks due to the recent troubles with Touhou OSTs. As for the number of followers, they're somewhere around 7500, but many of the people who followed back years ago are now inactive. I block obvious bots, so the number shouldn't be artificially inflated.

Having started this blog while I was still 19, I look back now as I am approaching 30 and see how much it evolved, like my life had. Nowadays I don't have as much free time as I used to, as real life responsibilities take a big chunk of my time (family, work, home). But I still love Touhou after all these years and I will continue with this blog as much as I can. I do answer touhou-related asks, some privately, some are published if the answer would be relevant to a bigger number of people. So feel free to send me asks or DMs, but please keep it touhou related.

Some closing remarks? I would like to thank you all for your nice messages and encouragement throughout the years, you have brought me joy and motivated me to continue with this blog. Sorry for those who wanted to get to know me better that I didn't engage too much with messaging, but I am not looking to make friends online, I hope you can understand. And for those who blocked me throughout the years, be it because I was posting too much and you felt like I was spamming your dash, or were just not vibing with my character/personality, I hope that you were able to make your tumblr experience better as the years passed. Thank you for those who offered constructive criticism, as that helped me not only make my blog better, but also helped me grow as a person.

10 years is a lot, many things have changed. I hope to be able to run this blog many years from now on and continue posting touhou trivia and helpful references. Thank you all again for being here!

[evilminji]

I just had a thought? You know how there are different paths of Cultivation?

First, seperated by physical and spiritual, then broken down further and further?

Kinda like the animal kingdom honestly. It occurs to me? That the path you take cultivating? Probably REALLY effects how your Qi feels, what qi you interact with, and how it flows around you etc? Your whole VIBE, as it were.

All these "Challenge The Heavens! Push Past Your Boundaries and Go BEYOND!!!" Types? Probably have VERY agitated qi. Fight-y, for lack of a better term. Makes them seem like they're gonna punch you, kinda makes you want to punch them, maybe a lil scary. Beast tamers? Wild animal vibes. Scholars? Still and ponderous.

And it can go both ways! The beast tamer can feel very "soft fluffy animal" if he's in a great mood and a good guy. Yet might ALSO give off "face eating tiger" if he's irritable and a bit of a bastard. It probably makes being around Cultivators stressful for "mortals". They can't filter.

Granted, you're supposed to keep your vibes on the INSIDE or close to your skin, not throw it around to smack people in the face, but still. They CAN'T ignore it. Meanwhile Cultivators CAN. (Sorta) (there is, after all, a reason it's considered rude.)

The REASON I bring this up? Is Serenity, or Ren for short. Her name is real on the nose. She and Capy-oc would vibe. Sadly? They can not. Presumably different realities, as this is Generic Xanxia Land. Serenity? Is midling at best. Impressive to no one. But ALSO? Not a disappointment.

Just... is.

She's fine with "Just is."

The air is clean here. Crisp. The sky is beautiful, and the sunsets? Meandering things full of beauty. There us a rhythm to her day. A peace to repetition. Going no where and expected by no one. Classes, chores, meals, then meditation. An existence of stillness in motion, like paintings brought to life.

She makes so little progress with the physical aspects their Sect teaches. Has no taste for violence. And while the books are interesting? She doesn't absorb them the way the Scholars seem too. Her pills, when she tries, are passable. And in a pinch, she can be counted on to assist with talisman production, for all she's a bit slow. But? Again... she's so average.

But? It's meditation she's good at. With a breathe, she can sink away. Drift deeper and deeper, thoughtless and golden, shifting and air, still and floating. Whatever feels needed. And? Since she's not an Inner Disciple? She has a lot more time then you'd think.

It helps that she's perfectly content to live and die just having "magic", as it were. Why break herself, cause problems, and pick fights for some chance at immortality? This is nice. And besides, she feels it's supposed to be a PERSONAL journey, anyway. That's what the founder of the Sect did. Would it be easier with help? Probably.

But it's not worth the drama.

And just? How soft and beautiful it must feel? The qi she gathers? She's no great talent. Can't scoop up gallons at a time. But? Even a cup at a time, with time, will show progress. She's in no hurry. And it's so peaceful here. All still waters and soft moonlight, floating on peaceful waters and gentle breezes through the trees. Every sort of thing her namesake makes.

Layered softly like flower petals, thin as gossamer strands. To slowly build her foundation. The core of her Cultivation. All right under the unobserving nose of the hall masters.

When she accidentally breaks through?

The Peak Lords and Sect Master are going to LOSE THEIR SHIT.

Cause this is NOT their Sects Cultivation! Based of it, yes. But how do you FUCK UP A OUTTER DISCIPLE THIS BAD!? Were you NOT PAYING ATTENTION?! People do not break through out of NO WHERE! How did you not see this coming! Redirect her! She's STUCK LIKE THIS NOW! *furious bellowing*

Ren doesn't like the vibes in here. Everyone is loud and upset. *starts giving off Chill Vibes like a stressed area heater, because Not Calm is the antithesis to her whole ass Cultivation path now* *Sect leadership only gets more upset*

You FUCKED UP A PERFECTLY FINE DISCIPLE! D:<

Look at her! She might end up a PASSIFIST! *fighting peak lord has to brace himself in horror* (why would you even SAY THAT!? D:> don't wish that on the kid!!!)

Just? Everyone saying "you're doing it wrong, you gotta fight" and her just going "nah, I'm good. I like meditation and vibing with the universe. If that means I stay mortal. Guess that's that." And it just? Turns out there are many paths to the heavens.

AND that heavenly beasts really like hanging out with the Chill kid in the Calm Down Cultivation cave. Like? Are those hers!? No. Of course not. They could all crush me like an ant. They just showed up, bullied me to the side, and flopped down. I did not think it wise to argue.

Now they're taking a nap.

Do YOU want to be the one to wake them up?

[tossawary]

I keep getting stuck on the logistical timelines of "The Princess Bride" because it's so fun to think about these things. I need to reread the book properly again and will probably do that soon to pick out what few comments are made about these background operational elements of the story.

Westley somehow managed to be JUST behind Buttercup and her kidnappers, so he probably witnessed SOME part of the kidnapping, perhaps an unconscious Buttercup being loaded onto the boat, but was too late to stop it. Or perhaps Westley came across the kidnapping even earlier, but felt unable to intervene when facing at the same time both a formidable giant AND a swordsman who has an expert look to him, as well as a third fellow who is clearly the boss and the schemer and may not hesitate to draw a knife on the hostage.

Westley is both very clever but also extremely reckless when it comes to Buttercup. If he had any time to confront the kidnappers, rather than seeing them just as they sailed off, I think he would have needed to spy on them enough to at least personally ascertain that it was just a kidnapping and not an immediate murder, giving him time to follow and ambush them later. Personally, I think Westley is mad as hell (unreasonably) at Buttercup at this point in time because he (has been through hell trying to get back and) doesn't yet understand why she's apparently moved on and is marrying their dickhead prince now, but he's also still madly in love with her and I think that he would act immediately (improvising like hell) if he thought her life was in imminent danger and had any opportunity to act.

I think that Westley has to have witnessed some part of the kidnapping because there's not really any other way to find out about it, except from spying on someone like Humperdinck or Rugen, but I don't get the vibe that Westley knew then that Humperdinck was the main threat to Buttercup's life and Movie!Westley clearly meets Rugen for the first time after fighting Inigo. (I don't think Fezzik or Inigo knew who had hired Vizzini either. They're clearly surprised by the murder part of the job. I can't remember how much Vizzini knew about Humperdinck's involvement either.) I think Westley would have probably made some bitchy comment about Humperdinck being a murderer to Buttercup when they were arguing.

So, Westley was probably not far behind Buttercup when she was kidnapped, perhaps planning to kidnap her himself for a dramatic confrontation and reunion when he happened across someone ELSE kidnapping the love of his life. Inconvenient! Infuriating!

And for THAT to happen, Westley was probably in the area beforehand, trying to figure out why Buttercup had apparently left the farm. Both Westley and Buttercup's kidnappers might have BEEN THERE in the crowd when Buttercup was presented as Humperdinck's future bride (going by the general series of events as depicted by the movie, rather than the book timeline with all of its princess lessons cut for time). Which is fun and heartbreaking to think about. In the crowd, a confused and furious Westley might have accidentally brushed up against a bored and daydrinking Inigo, and neither one of them would have made anything of it then.

Anyway, it would be funny if Westley managed to kidnap Buttercup first. Vizzini is very angry about his employer hiring a second team and not telling him about it - the professional disrespect! The prize being snatched from underneath HIS highly intellectual nose! Inconceivable! Humperdinck is probably also angry because HE wanted GUILDER framed for the murder, not for Buttercup to just vanish completely. He can just lie about everything, of course, but it's sooo inconvenient. Or else Humperdinck is angry because what do you MEAN the Dread Pirate Roberts is apparently involved and the Revenge has been seen nearby? That wasn't the plan! He has PLANS! And if Vizzini tries to meet up with and talk to his displeased employer about this at all, probably a secretive meeting without too many witnesses, it may quickly get VERY messy if Inigo Montoya and Count Rugen (either with Humperdinck for backup or sent on Humperdinck's behalf perhaps) end up in the same room at any point. Fezzik, who must know his friend's backstory by now, will presumably ultimately side with Inigo in a confrontation.

(This does raise the intriguing question of who exactly hired Vizzini. If Humperdinck didn't do it himself, and he may not have because he's a prince and a busy man as a warmonger, then it may have been Rugen. Or another trusted underling, but Rugen is the only underling we really know of in on the kidnapping and murder plot here. And if it WAS Rugen, then we can headcanon that Vizzini, who must also be very familiar with the revenge quest by now, presumably noticed the six fingers and simply decided NOT to tell Inigo because he's an asshole and didn't want to lose his personal expert swordsman. And in a Canon Divergence AU, it's all blowing up in his face!)

And meanwhile Westley and Buttercup are probably heatedly making out on a scenic isolated hillside somewhere.

[miareen221b]

How are they in a relationship? headcanons!! x fem!reader

(Umemiya, Sou, Sakura, Nirei (because that boy is oppressed in the community I swear)

AN: would've liked to write more characters, but I haven't finished season 2 yet nor read the manga so I don't know much about them to write their headcanons yet, so maybe after I do there'll be a part 2?

Umemiya Hajime:

•a true golden retriever •you can't convince me otherwise •has a verity of love languages •physical and verbal affections are examples!! •he LOVES to shower you with kisses whenever he can •or to hug you from behind •he'd compliment you on your outfit whenever he thinks they're cute/very stylish (which is all the time!!) •and on your makeup (if you wear any) •showering you with gifts is also another example!! •he'd get you gifts on occasions or even just because he wants to!! •be sure that you're the first one to try his garden's fresh corps •whenever a new plant is growing well he'd show you right after he notices it!! •even if you're not around he'd take a picture and send it to you!! •you can NOT convince me that whenever you two aren't with eachother he wouldn't text you and send you pictures about everything he's doing and happening around •he'd NEVER expose to any shape or form of violence •a bunch of thugs annoying you (they obviously didn't see him with you) he would fight the urge to kill them for looking at you and send them a silent threat with his eyes to fuck off or else and they'd flee away!! •an unexpected fight? As much as he just wants to stay with you, he still has duties so he'd leave you somewhere safe and go •you wouldn't even see him covered in blood and scratches!! He makes sure he's all clean before meeting his cutie pie!! •LOVES to call you nicknames and pet names!! •N/n, cutie pie, sweetie pun, honey, sugar, love you name it!!

Suo Hayato:

•a true gentleman!! (Mostly.. don't let his facade deceive you!!) •he LOVES to tease you (he'd stop when you get really annoyed but otherwise..yk..) •loves to cook for you and make you tea •afternoon teatime is a must!! •takes good care of his lady!! •when you're really tired after a long day he'd massage you (perhaps with a tease with him "accidentally" touching you somewhere he shouldn't) •or when you're emotionally drained he'd let you rest your head on his lap and play with your hair until you're feeling better!! (This is so cute😭) •definitely buys you a matching earrings to his to show everyone that you're his you're together •if a bunch of thugs annoyed you he'd definitely do just like umemiya (but scarier they might piss themselves while they flee lol) •isn't much of an online chatter as he prefers to be with you physically •but still, if you weren't together he would chat online (nothing is better than talking to you after all!!) •if he had a fight to go to, he'd inform you where is it so you wouldn't accidentally get hurt •dirty jokes loves to joke with you!! •buys you matching clothes to his (again, to show others you're his) •morning/good night texts guaranteed •will use his mischievous tactics to now your preferences to anything so he can always be perfect for you!! •randomly pats you on the head (he just thought you're cute)

Haruka Sakura:

•tsundere vibes •he LOVES you, really, he just doesn't know how to express it •and it makes him unable to sleep at night (you once noticed the black circles under his eyes a few days after you started dating and asked about it, but he'd never admit it so it's still a mystery to you) •he literally had to ask everyone for advice to ask you out (and still does after dating you, and they don't mind, they know this is all new to him and they're there for him for guidance they think it's funny and cute) •tries his best for you (literally) •Tsubaki_chan recommended him reading shujo manga so he could get some ideas •of course he read them (another thing he wouldn't admit though) •the next day you found him at your door, holding a rose bouquet blushing like crazy looking away stuttering to call you honey!! •but it was a great resource for date ideas!! •Would never expose you to violence (unless necessary) •so when a bunch of (you know the rest already, no?) he does kick their ass (he considers that "necessary" of course!!) •when he has a fight (if he knows of it before it happens) he tells you where it is, not to get near it's place (if he doesn't) he makes sure you're somewhere (or with someone) safe •is new for everything, take it slow!! •so when he wants to buy you a gift he went again to tsubaki_chan for help (it's tsubaki_chan so yeah..it was a really good gift!!) •99% of the times, m'boy is blushing (we know you like it!!) •isn't much of a texter too •but still, when you want to chat he'd try his best (canonically a slow texter) •if you asked him for morning/good night texts he'd always do them (anything for his love!!) •if something interesting happens, and he wants to show/tell you on your shared chat, he'd take time to but he'll eventually do it!!( Please praise him) •even tho he looks like a human tomato whenever it happens, but he does LOVE your physical touch!!

Niere Akihiko :

•a true cutie pie!! (No room for discussion) •is also another blushing mess (he's just glad you're dating him) •100% boyfriend material!! •he now carries two notebooks with him wherever he is (one is the usual one, and one only for you) •has anything noted about you in it (what you love to eat/drink, where do you like to get it from, favourite colour/s, your sizes, accessories style, makeup brand (if you wear any) yk, literally everything about you he has noticed or you told him IS there) •he also writes down shops and places he thinks you'd like so you can go together there sometime!! •best dates planner (has everything planned, from start to end (literally) •although when something happens that wasn't planned he freaks out (please comfort him, he's too cute to get stressed) •whenever he gives you a gift, yk it's good!!(It's always something you really wanted/needed, m'boy is always on spot!!) •you can go to him if you needed help finding something (he always knows where) •shy shy shy SHY!! •don't tease him, he's not sakura, his heart might actually explode!! •LOVES when you praise him (please pat him on the head too) •if a bunch of thugs (yeah yeah, yk the rest) he'd stand Infront of you and protect you (he might get a beating, but m'boy always stands up again) •while you clean him up, please be careful, he's already feeling weak and pathetic for not being as strong as others and incapable of protecting you so he might cry •whenever that happens, please hug him tightly until he calms down, he really needs it •after a bit of Suo's training him, next time that happens, he'd get a couple of hits, but he'd successfully protect you!!(PRAISE HIM!!!) •always has another one for you •unexpected rain? He already has two umbrellas •need wipes/tissues? Has them •need painkillers? Has them •need pads/tampons? Don't ask him about it, but he does have them •does look at your photos before he sleeps (he's thanking God you chose him) •always makes sure you're happy, safe and comfortable (like, ALWAYS!!) •please praise him

Another AN: I actually spent a day writing only umemiya and Suo, Sakura and Nirei were written so easily which makes me reconsider that Suo is my favourite or not lol

I'm considering taking requests, so maybe I'll make a requests post soon, and please do tell me what you think about the hcs, I always wanna know your opinions

[luludeluluramblings]

With popstar reader and their siblings accidentally simping is so funny to me😭. Dick has always been a little bit, ever so slightly a manwhore. He's always crushing on someone, on the rare occasion that he isn't in a relationship he usually has a sidepiece. So when a popstar pops up singing and dancing around in lingerie of course he's gonna be interested. I feel like Dick would feel equal parts guilt and disgust. Guilt that he didn't even recognize his baby sibling, and disgust that he didn't realize it was his younger sibling ( ykwim).

Jason doesn't really follow pop culture, he listens to whatever music he wants to without shame. He would probably hear about reader from a friend god forbid its dick who tells him or a goon says something in passing. He eventually takes a peek and their music later becomes a guilty pleasure. You were right about his reaction, a cold cigarette on a rooftop while contemplating jumping off.

Tim is up to date with pop culture and upcoming artists. He also has an obsessive personality and falls head over heels with whoever catches his attention. It starts with a member of teen titans or maybe just a video popping up in his feed. The songs are catchy and have clever double entendres, the performances are inspired and playful. It's very easy for him to get entranced. Him finding out would be traumatizing. If he had been keeping tabs on some random popstar it wouldn't be that big a deal, but his adopted sibling, whom he lived in the same house with for most of his life. He needs to clear his search history, delete everything off his computer, see a therapist, and sit alone in a corner for a very long time.

Steph and Duke are major fans. They haven't really interacted with reader much. Reader had already begun to reject their "family" and pull away by the time they entered the manor. Steph plays their music, watches their videos, and goes to concerts with Duke. They have her posters, and albums. It's been Steph's dream to be picked at a concert. When they find out they are easily the most excited. Steph dated Tim in the past she doesn't give two shits that popstar reader is secretly a Wayne. She loudly announces her attraction to reader in detail. Duke is much more respectful about it but can't contain his excitement. He asks when they're going to come home, where their room is, why didn't anyone tell him?

Cass and Damian are in a similar spot. Cass wasn't super into it like the rest of the family. She'd dance around with Steph and peek at Tim's computer occasionally but she wasn't crushing on reader like the rest of them. Damian felt above it all, he saw his family's antics as ridiculous. He refused to fall prey to some siren. It's more of a puppy love type crush, he's not crazy but his stare lingers at Steph's poster. Like a kid outside Victoria's secret. When he finds out he does feel sick, but he covers it with outrage, reader is tainting the family's public image! They're making a mockery of the Wayne name! Don't bring up the stage names, his anger is just to hide his shame.

The way this would just fuck with Singer!Reader mentally.

Think about it?

You finally got your family’s attention, but only because they’re attracted to you. (Sans Bruce cause I’m not touching that with a ten foot pole.)

I love it.

It adds such a sinister vibe to them trying to bring you back to the manor or constantly checking on you. They are your worst fans.

And, the way Gotham Media would gag over the scandal it would cause even if it’s not technically wrong?

Technically. Technically. Technically. It’s such a key word in all this. And, would total used as the justification for their feelings if things became too much.

[httpvomitello]

helloooo stunner!!

I just had a thought, so Bucky and reader are dating and they're out shopping for an upcoming event, maybe a fancy dinner at the compound that Stark is organising and when Bucky suggests a dress he finds reader says it's pretty but it's more a "going out" dress but not an "out-out" kind of dress

cue the old man confusion while he tries to compute that women assign outfits an "out"-ness level and poor boy is just lost

please drink enough water and have a lovely rest of your weekend xx

Ooh no! Poor dude would be so lost, but also really funny to watch, hehe. I hope you like it ~ ☆

(don't forget to stay hydrated and eat well!)

Levels of Out .｡*･ﾟﾟ

Summary: Shopping with your boyfriend Bucky Barnes for a Stark-organized dinner sounded simple. Until you realized he had no idea that women have different "out levels" for outfits—and you were about to break his super-soldier brain trying to explain it.

bucky barnes x f!reader

“Are you sure you don’t wanna just wear one of the dresses you already have?” Bucky asked, adjusting the cuff of his leather jacket as he followed you into the boutique.

You grinned over your shoulder. “You haven’t seen my closet lately, Barnes. I have ‘casual cute,’ ‘casual deadly,’ and ‘oops, I accidentally look like I’m about to rob a bank.’ None of those scream ‘classy dinner party.’”

Bucky snorted. “Pretty sure Tony’s just gonna show up in a suit made outta LEDs.”

“Exactly,” you said, laughing. “I need to at least pretend I’m not a walking threat.”

He huffed, but you could see the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You both wandered through the racks for a few minutes. Bucky trailed behind you like a giant, brooding puppy, occasionally picking up a hanger, inspecting whatever fabric monstrosity he found, and then setting it back down like it might bite him.

You loved him.

You really, really did.

But fashion?

Not his battlefield.

You were flipping through a rack of cocktail dresses when Bucky’s voice floated over:

“What about this one?”

You turned — and immediately bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.

He was holding up a tiny, black, strappy number that looked like it belonged in a Vegas club at two a.m., not a classy Stark event.

Bucky’s face was hopeful. A little proud, even.

You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. “Where exactly do you think we’re going?”

He blinked, utterly lost. “The dinner? At the compound?”

You laughed. “Bucky, that’s a ‘going out’ dress. Not an ‘out-out’ dress.”

Bucky stared at you like you’d just started speaking ancient Latin.

“I—” he paused, narrowing his eyes. “I don’t understand. You’re either going out or you’re not, right?”

You shook your head, walking closer and taking the hanger from his hand. “No, see, there’s levels.”

“Levels,” he repeated flatly, frowning.

You nodded solemnly. “Levels. Like—okay. ‘Going out’ means dinner, fancy drinks, maybe mingling. A nice dress, maybe some heels, but nothing too wild. ‘Out-out’ is like... shots at midnight, dancing till your feet hurt, glitter everywhere, waking up the next morning missing at least one earring and half your dignity.”

Bucky looked painfully confused.

“So... this—” he pointed at the dress, “—this is an ‘out-out’ dress?”

“Exactly,” you said, beaming at him like he was your favorite student. “This is, 'we’re not making it to brunch', vibes.”

He opened his mouth, closed it, rubbed a hand over his jaw.

“This is ridiculous,” he muttered. “In my day, you just wore your best suit and hoped for the best.”

You laughed, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Welcome to modern womanhood, Sergeant Barnes.”

He sighed dramatically but smiled when you brushed his hair back affectionately.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he said, voice low.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you teased.

The poor man spent the next thirty minutes gamely following you from rack to rack, solemnly inspecting dresses and every so often checking in:

“Is this ‘out’ or ‘out-out’?”

“This one’s ‘out,’ right? I don’t see glitter.”

You couldn’t stop laughing.

Finally, you found it—a sleek, elegant navy dress that hit all the right notes. Formal without being stiff. Flattering without being scandalous. It made you feel beautiful, powerful.

You stepped out of the fitting room, smoothing the fabric nervously.

Bucky turned—and his whole face changed.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just looked at you, slow and careful, like he needed a second to catch up.

You shifted awkwardly. “Too much?”

He shook his head immediately, walking over. “You look…”

He swallowed, voice rough.

“You look incredible, doll.”

You smiled, feeling your cheeks warm.

“Good ‘out’ level?” you teased.

He huffed a soft laugh, cupping your face gently in his big, calloused hands. “Perfect level.”

You leaned into him, grinning.

And when he kissed you, there in the middle of the boutique, it was slow and reverent—the kind of kiss that made you forget you were surrounded by overpriced perfume and strangers pretending not to stare.

When he finally pulled back, he kept his forehead pressed to yours.

“Still think you should’ve worn the glittery one, though,” he muttered, just to make you laugh.

You shoved his shoulder playfully.

“Behave, Barnes,” you said.

He smirked. “No promises.”

The Stark compound had never looked fancier.

Somewhere between the glittering fairy lights, the jazz band playing a little too loudly, and the suspiciously expensive hors d'oeuvres, you were starting to wonder if Tony had bribed an entire team of wedding planners just for a dinner party.

You smoothed your dress again, nerves buzzing.

Bucky caught your hand, squeezing it gently.

“You look beautiful,” he said under his breath, like he needed to remind you (or himself) every five minutes.

Before you could thank him, you both heard a familiar voice:

“Well, well, well,” Tony Stark said, sauntering up with a drink in hand and a shit-eating grin. “If it isn’t the Winter Snuggle Soldier.”

Bucky stiffened immediately. “Don’t start, Stark.”

Tony ignored him completely, turning to you with an exaggerated bow. “Ma’am. Congratulations on successfully domesticating Barnes. We thought it couldn’t be done.”

You bit back a laugh.

“Pretty sure he domesticated himself,” you said sweetly, watching Bucky’s jaw tick.

Tony winked. “Sure, sure. Next thing you know, he’s gonna be carrying your purse and getting really passionate about paint swatches.”

“Shut up, Stark,” Bucky muttered, reaching for one of the tiny champagne flutes on a passing tray like it might save him.

Tony just grinned wider.

“Seriously though,” Tony said, tone suddenly a little softer. “Good look on you, Barnes. You’re almost... bearable.”

Bucky just grunted, but you saw the way his ears turned pink.

Tony tapped his glass against Bucky’s. “To being whipped,” he said cheerfully, and before Bucky could retaliate, Tony was already disappearing into the crowd.

You leaned closer to Bucky, smiling into your glass.

“You know... he’s not wrong.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes at you in mock suspicion. “You planning to make me carry your purse?”

You shrugged innocently.

“Depends. Would you?”

He grunted again, but his hand found yours automatically, threading your fingers together.

“For you?”

He pressed a kiss to your knuckles, soft and quick.

“Yeah. I would.”

Your heart did a stupid, messy somersault in your chest.

You bumped your shoulder against his.

“Whipped.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t let go of your hand.

Not even for a second.

[gothwizardmagic]

god ok also gotta say as a choreographer, whoever did the superbowl choreo was a fucking GENIUS like. it manages to be so effective without ever being flashy or complicated & like. flashy & complicated are great but to do the basics this effectively is PHENOMENAL. the repeated motifs are so striking and so strong and so CLEAR in their meaning its PAINFULLY effective - the contrast of more relaxed dancers just vibin and having a good time at the beginning & end, when its just people being themselves vs. "what america wants" - disquieting, emotionless, rigid lines of soldiers throwing salutes while kendrick & sza are singing on stage in the middle, keeping the people entertained & distracted as the goose-stepping dancers circle like sharks

and thats not to even mention the SCALE - working with such crisp colour lines in such an ENORMOUS group is staggering to even fathom like. making sure all the reds are in the right place at the right time & you dont have someone who was a blue in one section but accidentally wound up in the white group somewhere in the shuffle....... the formations are UNBELIEVABLY complex & span such an enormous space, its mind blowing to think about. over a hundred dancers. over a HUNDRED people to keep track of at all times to make sure they're getting from one place to another in the right way at the right times in the right formations. over a HUNDRED.

the dancers executed FLAWLESSLY too - taking big steps and remaining PERFECTLY in line is incredibly hard & they made it look effortless. the amount of split-second transitions to nail and vibe-shifts to hit.... oh my god. also shot to the camerapeople who were working their asses off on those transitions just as much as kendrick & the dancers were

also thinking of scale like... arena choreography and stage/film choreography are VERY different things. on a stage or in a music video etc. you have ONE front. at most on a big stage the audience might wrap slightly around the sides but generally speaking, you're choreographing for the people or camera in front of you, and they're gonna have a pretty good view of your face the whole time. arenas are MASSIVE, and there are people on ALL SIDES. you can't pick A Front, you have to be entertaining people all around you simultaneously, which means completely rethinking how things are structured. you also can't rely on detail nearly as much, because the audience is Really far away. even if there are screens, you want to make sure that there's something to look at on the stage itself, so the audience doesn't feel like they're just watching a music video. it's still a live show & you want it to feel like one

so theres a balance to strike between giving the individual artist focus & acknowledging that they literally... can't face every direction at once. even if kendrick is facing away, there are always dancers doing something that'll be visually striking at a distance for the audience to enjoy. but at the same time because there ARE cameras, it also has to work for video & HAVE those detailed up-close elements, so the footage doesn't just look like a guy bopping around with people walking past him for the whole time. the most effective example i can think of is in peekaboo - the groups of white-clothed dancers in the X is visually strong from a distance - even if you can't see exactly what's going on, it's an interesting visual, whereas up close you have the strong music video feel of kendrick popping up out of nowhere; of all these different up close groups of dancers giving their full performance directly to one front while that front is rotating from one group to another, as opposed to the multiple surrounding fronts on the main stage. it transitions from an arena show to a music video (and then back when he walks out onto the main stage with that trail of dancers so the visual is most effective from above rather than up close) SO EFFORTLESSLY and makes absolutely brilliant use of the space

this is literally jsut stream of consciousness it could definitely all be phrased better & honestly i could keep talking for a Long time like i didnt even get in depth abt the use of colour in the costuming & the way every costume is slightly unique in the up close shots but when you pan out to the stadium they become lines of clones like. god i could go on!!!! i coudl go on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! its a masterpiece choreographically fr its elegant its communicative its mindbogglingly complex ive watched it five times now trying to absorb as much as i can

[rederiswrites]

Okay so I'm giving @corseque 's super-important audio of all Solas' comments about the Blight a second (or fifteenth, whatever) listen and taking notes as I go.

Solas doesn't think for a second that once the archdemons are gone the Blight will be gone. Which really makes sense because it's the Blight that makes them an archdemon, not the other way around. Supposedly, they're blighted when the darkspawn reach and corrupt them. But of course that begs the question of why it's only darkspawn (and uh, honorary darkspawn like the Wardens) that hear their call. Anyway, the way he says it, it sounds more like the archdemons are a limiting factor than a driving factor.

Varric: "What's so confusing about endless darkspawn?" Solas: "A great deal!" So yeah, whatever the plan was, he didn't foresee darkspawn as a consequence. So did he not foresee them existing at all, or not foresee them being free to cause problems? Worth noting that it's really clear both in general and in Descent that dwarves as a whole were a huge blind spot for him.

He is really really surprised that the Western Approach ever recovered from the Blight. Pretty clear he didn't think that was possible.

He thinks that everything the Wardens have done up til now is a deeply misguided effort that's served (mostly accidentally) as a delaying tactic. Gotta say, with the information we have at hand, this point pairs about as well with the last as a nice dry red with spicy pickles. If the Wardens shouldn't have done what they've done, but he didn't think recovery from the Blight was possible, I'd love to hear what he thought the alternative was.

Same dialogue as above, but when Solas talks about stopping the Blight and when Blackwall and Varric talk about it, one gets the distinct impression that they're talking at cross purposes, because Varric and Blackwall are talking about the experience of Blights, as in, periodic events, whereas I think Solas is talking about THE Blight, that is, its true nature, which is yet untouched.

He thinks Erimond is dumb as shit, which is fair and valid. "That's madness! For all we know, killing the Old Gods could make things even worse!" he says. Well, he knows a lot more than "we" know, but it's entirely possible that he doesn't for sure know this. Increasingly clear that he thinks it, though.

I'd forgotten just how pissed off he was about the Grey Warden plan to kill the Old Gods before they were corrupted. It really doesn't give "hey you're killing my relatives" energy. It really gives "wow that would fuck us all" vibes.

Of course, with a side of my remembering that Solas' besetting flaw was always thinking people should know better even though they don't have access to the knowledge he has. That flaw I WILL grant. He displays it repeatedly--you could even say the writers went out of their way to make the point.

"The Blight is the real problem"

"The fools who first unleashed the Blight on this world thought they were unlocking ultimate power." Anyway yeah those are the absolute core of everything here. The Blight is the real problem and the Blight was deliberate. Deliberately made or deliberately freed.

Even during the events of Inquisition, Solas obviously sees Corypheus as secondary to the Blight as a danger.

Cassandra suggests that the archdemons were really just dragons--"Pets to those who no longer exist", by which she probably means the Old Gods, not specifically the gods of Elvhen, just because of her cultural background. Solas finds this suggestion amusingly wrong--a quiet snort, and "I would not go so far as that."

Last notes: he doesn't sound like he thinks the Blight can be stopped, and he's adamant that it can't be controlled. Which is presumably why he broke the world in an attempt to contain it, assuming I'm right that that was the underlying reason for the Veil. That it didn't quite work the way he'd hoped is also pretty evident, though I wanna be clear that I assume he was working from a place of desperation, and that not knowing every possible outcome of an action is not a condemnation of having taken it.