#i think i already made this post. but. man its just rlly rlly dirty in my house rn and im trying my best to cope

[steeltwigz]

Misc. Thoughts abt Germ-phobic Shadow headcanons:

(under the cut becuz it's a bit long but also mentions some things that might be slightly triggering if anyone reading Also has a hard time w the thought of germs and such)

I think Shadow would b kind of hyper vigilant (?) about potential germs in his home. It's one of his traits that's otherwise very unexpected unless you know him. He picked it up from the mindset on the ARK that treated any possible contamination as almost Certain Death and now he can't quite shake it. I also think he would just try avoid things that he thinks are 'gross' or get upset when something is unexpectedly gross, like jumping in a puddle (cool and fun!) And not connecting the dots that you would also get covered in mud (BAD AND EVIL). He can withstand it to a point but after a while being too dirty starts to affect him and he NEEDS to go get washed. I think he would also force Team Dark to clean their apartment more. Maybe even to the point where he walks around personally inspecting every small thing to check for dust or potential hazards. Like scanning with black lights to see if something is dirty and shit.

And he always has some kind of quick sanitizer on his person, just in case. Like a small case of wipes and hand sanitizer or smth. His fur routines are very specific too, and can take a long time to complete. And there's that bit from the takeovers about how his bed must always be made and clean and ironed properly if he's going to sleep in it.

I think he'd also find it kinda gross when people around him share food with each other. ESPECIALLY drinks. The thought of sharing straws makes him turn green.

He refuses to open the window in his bedroom because of all the "smoke and city pollutants" that could flow in. Rouge has taken to just rolling her eyes and shrugging him off. She likes things to be in order and clean, but she isn't rlly worried about mess to the same level of urgency. Like if she spills something, she won't stop everything to fix it if she doesn't have to. One time when she's cooking she leaves a mess on the floor or maybe the countertops for longer than an hour and Shadow starts contemplating setting the kitchen on fire. Or she cooks something and lets it sit on the stovetop for hours after it was finished cooking and only puts it away because Shadow is about to Chaos Spear the whole thing into oblivion.

Like yeah illnesses won't affect him, but I think he could potentially still carry them, so he still tries to avoid them whenever possible, even if it means refusing to share a drink with someone which would Probably not do anything to him. Plus, in Maria's case, even the smallest contaminant was very dangerous, so he'd be on edge even for the slightest things. Went out and someone was coughing or sneezing without proper covering? Come home, clean door handles, clean gloves, clean fur. Had to go on the subway? Come home, scrub down boots, scrub rings, clean gloves, clean fur. Stuff like that.

His accessories are mostly metal so they're easy to sanitize, but if he happened to get blood that was Not his own on his gloves or in his fur I think he'd try to burn them. Obviously with his fur he can't do that, but he would want to. Depending on the severity, Rouge or OMEGA might have to physically stop him from trying.

He isn't allowed to watch Invader Zim becuz its portrayal of earth makes him so so disgusted that it's hard to go exist in public spaces. Have you seen that show. I couldn't even THINK about going out for AGES after watching some of those episodes. Genuinely made my stance on dirt and grime one MILLION times worse. And I watched it in high school so it eventually overlapped with when I had swim class in gym. TERRIBLE TIMING. Shadow would HATE public pools and he's a real one for that.

[bunnyyamor]

[ OCTOBER 25TH ] BYAKUYA KUCHIKI x fem! reader (teacher x student au)

synopsis; it's the famous halloween party at your college and everyone is invited. it's so annoying how all the teachers are there, keeping an eye out for troublemakers. wk; 3k

warnings; mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, office sex, 69, dirty talk, weed, alcohol, cunnilingus, blow job, oral (both), fingering, nicknames, brat taming, daddy kink, handjob, public sex, beta read!

notes; i think this has to be one of my favs smut i've written idk it just got me good and hot. i also rlly like byakuya he is so fine on so many levels its crazy. also i made the costume that y/n wears a bunny bc we representing my brand ppl! anywho, remember to unhide mature posts, like, reblog, and comment, that would mean the world to me!!!

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“holy fuck, girl. you look hot!” your friend groped your boobs as you were stuffing them in your hot bunny costume. you were posing and checking out yourself in the mirror, ready to indulge. you couldn’t lie, you looked amazing. your makeup was done in a sexy but soft girl look. then you added a bunny ears headband and wore a tight, black one piece outfit with shirt cuff sleeves, your ass almost showing with your fishnet stockings. you wore your 9-inch heels and had a cotton ball tail on your butt. you looked delectable and were the cutest bunny. 

“i know right,” you fixed your hair. you were waiting all year for this day. it was the day for the most popular raving party ever. it was a halloween party. each year the college held one for the students. everyone that was anyone went. 

“your boo is gonna pick us up? it’s at the gym slash cafeteria room.” your friend read her text from your boyfriend? 

“that’s the plan.”

the door knocked and it was your boyfriend and a couple of his friends. “this is gonna be the best party ever! it’s gonna be lit.”

you rolled your eyes. you knew your boyfriend wasn’t the brightest man in the town. “yeah, yeah, yeah. you got the stuff?”

your stoner boyfriend nodded, giggling like a school boy, “yeahhhh man. i got you babe.”

“oh shit,” you stomped your foot. “aren’t the teachers gonna be there?”

“for real?” your friend twirled around angry. “why the fuck? they’re just gonna ruin everything and treat us like we’re in a christian party.”

“it’s because last year they found those guys smoking in the bathrooms…” you stared at your boyfriend, hands on your hips. “i wonder who’s fault that was?”

“bro, whatever! i didn’t know they were gonna smell us? so what? we’ll do it in my car babe. it’s gonna be fine. they dumb as fuck anyways these dumb teachers.”

you were starting to walk to the car. “sure…the teachers are dumb. but theres that teacher byakuya kuchiki? he is not an old, senile teacher, he’s gonna know.” that was the literature professor in the college. 

“then maybe the way you can get him off our backs is fucking him, he’d love to fuck a cute little bunny,” your friend cackled as she smacked your ass. 

you laughed as you drank back some alcohol. you wanted to get super drunk and nasty today. “ehhh who cares. let’s just get fucked up! and who gives a fuck about them teachers!” everyone wooed and drove to the cafeteria. 

when your group got to the party you saw that some students were already secretly pouring drinks into the fruit punch. 

“who you going for tonight?” you asked your friend. scanning the dance floor. 

“maybe that smart teacher, i mean look at him y/n.” your friend pointed to mr. kuchiki. he was not wearing a costume since he was a more monotone chill teacher. he was not one to joke, only sometimes and you had never seen him laugh or smile. he was much more serious. he spooked you a little because you wondered if he even liked being a teacher. he stood, glaring at everyone to make sure they were behaving. he was tall, his long black hair was pushed back on one side only. he wore a tight, black suit, a big watch on his wrist as he looked at the time and then the party. he looked like he didn’t fit in with all the idiots that were here. you couldn’t help but stare however. he looked so handsome. so manly. his eyes with a glare of daggers. you couldn’t unglue yourself from him and his eyes found your stare. they looked directly into yours, causing you to fumble and trip. 

“you okay y/n? you looked like you were eyefucking the professor there.” 

“it’s doesn’t matter. let’s just go in the back and smoke. i saw like a deserted janitor room behind the auditorium. we could do it there. i didn’t see any vents.”

“yay! okay get your boo and we’re out of here.”

as you were going to get your boyfriend, byakuya made his way to you. he seemed to already be annoyed or angry. “y/n?”

“yes, professor? are you enjoying yourself? are you dancing a lot?” you twirled and shook your ass near him. wanting to see if you could crack him. instead he grabbed you by the arm. 

“do you think this outfit is a appropriate? look at you?”

“what? what are you talking about?”

byakuya closened up, his chest pressed against yours. he towered over you and his eyes darkened. “this costume is provocative. what attention do you want from disgusting boys? i mean look at you, i can practically see your ass. you think i didn’t notice.”

“then if my ass is such a problem, don’t stare! listen old man, i don’t know if you know this but i’m a grown ass woman. i can do whatever the hell i want and wear whatever the hell i want. news flash i think i look great! and your opinion doesn’t matter to me so fuck off, professor!” you flicked your hair in his direction and stomped away. not caring that his eyes darkened and he shook with anger. 

you were going to live your life and everyone could suck it! you were the popular, hot girl in school. the girl that could get away with anything and was maybe a brat. you wanted to do everything in life, wanting to live reckless and immature as a college student was supposed to live. this was going to be an unforgettable night!

“oh yeah, that’s the good stuff,” you chuckled uncontrollably. feeling all the weight of classes and the semester being lifted off your shoulders. it made you comfortable with this blanket-ness of floating. you blew out smoke and saw your friends eyes were red. this made you laugh even harder. “who knew we were gonna get fucked up like this.”

“right! and no teacher has come in to check on us. i’m gonna finish this and then care to dance and eat with me? cause i’m literally starving!” your friend fixed her makeup in front of the bathroom. 

you as well added gloss on your lips and saw your boyfriend was practically passed out. “shit. that’s probably going to be a problem.”

“do you think it smells in here?” your friend totally disregarded your statement. 

you sniffed the air, “nah. maybe? a little? i don’t know but help me. i’m going to stick him in the car and i’ll check up on him in a few hours. he’s probably going to want cake.”

your boyfriend started to babble and sit up. slurring and making a ruckus. he was becoming loud and you were afraid it would attract unwanted attention. 

the door to the empty janitor room flew open and there standing in the doorway was professor byakuya. his lips in a scowl, all mad as hell. his eyebrows were furrowed. he looked around and saw your boyfriend, your friend and then you. 

“you!”

“me?”

he pointed at you and you noticed right then and there, you were the only one holding a blunt. “wait but i wasn’t the only one-”

“you two, go home. i’ll be telling the school about this tomorrow. and you? you’re coming with me. not only for this stunt but also for the way you talked to me earlier.” byakuya saw you were about to scramble out the window and grabbed you forcefully. he hurled you over his shoulder, your ass near his face. he was strong and his height made you feel like a tree was holding you. “do as i say, or else.” he threatened you. 

“fuck you man!”

byakuya hauled you all the way to his office which was at the opposite side of the school. he threw you into a chair and sat at his desk, typing away something. “what are you typing, mr. smarty?” you snickered at your joke. 

he glared at you, his eyes traveling from your legs to your face. “none of your business, you brat.”

you sighed, “look professor. it won’t happen again i promise! it was a one time mistake, honest!”

“you think i’m dumb y/n? do you?”

you pouted, “no.”

he continued typing, “i am sending an email to the school to make sure you all have consequences. especially you.”

“are you fucking serious?” you stormed up, pounding his desk. “c’mon! please don’t!”

“yes, i am. and for god’s sake, wear this. i would be freezing in that.” he stared at your breasts for a quick second. a second you too noticed. byakuya took his jacket off and handed it to you. you wrapped yourself in it and realized how much bigger he was than you and how good he smelled. 

you sat back down and saw the way his muscles flexed under his white buttoned up shirt. he groaned as he sat back and loosened his tie. his legs wide opened as he sat at his desk. 

“professor byakuya, are you single?”

his head snapped to yours quickly. “why are you asking me that?” he bit his lip as he got back to typing. 

“to kill time i guess. i was just wondering because i never see you with anyone.”

for the first time you saw him smile. it was quick and it was small but it carried a hint of a chuckle in it. it was splendid. it made your heart quicken for some odd reason. you were the reason mr. grumpy pants smiled. “love the observation. but i am single. wife left me, it’s a whole story.”

you took gum out of your purse and popped it in your mouth. you played with the sticky substance on your finger, “you cheated?”

“no y/n, i did not cheat. and what does school say about gum?” he clicked his tongue. 

you chewed it annoyingly, mouth sounds loud. 

“spit it out.”

“no.”

“spit it out.”

“no!” you smiled evilly. you loved pushing his buttons. 

“i said-”

“i know what you said mr. kuchiki. and i said n,” you opened up your right leg. “o.” then your left. you had opened up your legs wide for him to see. you knew your outfit was caught in your pussy lips and was stuck in your ass so he was seeing all of you. you also knew that right now you were wet. so wet because you were playing with fire. “i do what i want, professor.” you chewed loudly again. 

byakuya’s eyes darted to your pussy and his eyes laid there a second too long. he quickly darted to you and put his hands out in front of your mouth. “spit it out.”

“you want my gum professor? here.” you pulled his hunching form to you by the tie and kissed his lips. at first he was hesitant but then you could tell he needed it. being single and all probably was hard on his body. he had no one to fuck. his mouth widened so that you could shove the piece of gum in there. his jawline moved in perfect sync with your open mouthed kisses. you wrapped your legs around him, his jacket slipping off as you moved your hands to his long hair. your fingers getting caught in the length. it was so soft to the touch. 

“yes daddy,” you bit his ear as you moaned at feeling his hard on under you. “just like that.” you could hear him chewing the gum you gave him. he put your body against his desk. stomach flat on the wooden surface. 

“spread your legs,” he ordered you, kissing your neck. 

you listened and heard him ripping your fishnet stockings. he needed your cunt as quickly as possible. “i can smell you. are you dripping wet, wanting to fuck your professor?”

“mmmm yes. touch me and you’ll see what you do to me. i love when you order me.” you chuckle, biting your lips. 

byakuya looked down and his veiny hands traveled between your legs. you were right. “fuck, you’re soaked.” his watch tapped lightly against your thighs. it was cold on your skin. his long, thick fingers lightly touched your pussy folds. he wanted to collect your juices and spread them against your cunt. his fingers swiped from your pussy to your tight asshole, loving the way your ass jiggled at that movement. 

“am i a bad bunny, daddy?” you whined. loving how that turned him on more. you loved your power. he must have had his eyes on you before. 

he bent over to your ears, his hot breath coming out, “you’re so bad you need to be punished.”

he grabbed you by your shoulders and pushed you on your knees in front of his cock. he looked so dominating like that. his long hair created a waterfall around his face, his eyes half lidded from the lust. his mouth heaving from being out of breath. his nipples hardening through his shirt as his muscles almost busted out of it. his tight black trousers were now tighter from his cock almost breaking through. you could see the indent of it and how big he was. his thumb lightly touched your cheek, soft like whispers. in that moment you were ready to give him everything. ready to listen, ready to take him in. 

he thought you looked angelic, so cute. your ears were placed perfectly on your face. your eyes staring up at him, glossed lips parted slightly with a flushed look from being hot with need. your boobs were squished together as you sat there, obeying. “i want you to give it to me…please.”

he unzipped and let his hard dick out. it was veiny, and so thick. “will this fit in my mouth, professor?” you looked all around it, shocked that this is what your literature professor was hiding. 

again he smirked, his lips quirking into a smile. “i know you can take it, baby.”

you put your hands around his cock. the feeling of his skin hot under your touch, “i need to know though.” your eyes darkened. “i am the only student that can do this to you. nobody and i mean nobody can touch you that way i am.”

byakuya squeezed your cheeks with his huge hand, “the same goes to you. you’re mine now y/n. you belong to me. so fuck that scrawny boyfriend outside that can’t even take weed.”

your mouth widened, shocked at his order. you forgot you even had a boyfriend! 

byakuya pushed your head to take in his cock. you opened your mouth wide to take him fully in. you gurgled and gagged around his length and girth. “mmmmmm,” spit dripped from the sides of your mouth. byakuya’s hips subconsciously moved back and forth, fucking your mouth. loving the way your tongue flicked and twirled around his girth. “fuck, shitttt. that’s it baby. just like that. try to take more in?”

you nodded and started bobbing your head back and forth. loving how his cream was starting to coat your mouth. you went faster and faster. you were making byakuya become so turned on he was ready to become animalistic. “come here.” he urged you and carried you like you weighed nothing. he pushed everything off the desk. you were upside down, ass in his face. “don’t stop sucking, brat.” you listened and kept bobbing up and down, while byakuya smacked your ass as he laid back down on his desk with you on top of him. and that’s when his strong arms urged your ass to plop on his face. 

“professor!” you were shocked but then in heaven. 

in between licking your folds he said, “i said don’t stop sucking.”

you went back to diving your mouth around his cock. your nose touching his pubes while he ate you out. you both were doing 69. 

you couldn't contain your moans as his fingers grabbed a hold of your ass cheeks, spreading them as he licked at your delicious cunt. he spat on it and open mouthed kiss it. his tongue swiping from your clit to your hole, diving his tongue inside your hole, in and out, fucking you with his tongue. you didn’t stop gurgling around his cock, spitting on his swollen head. 

that’s when a knock was on the door.

“fuck,” you said as you tried to get off but byakuya had a hold on you. surely he heard the door? you bit your lip as you sat on his face, trying not to but you couldn’t help it but ride his face. loving the friction of his nose pressing your sensitive clit and his slobber and spit all over your wet fat pussy. 

“babe? hello? i think i’m sober. i was wondering if you want to go get a bite? are you in there? shit are you getting reprimanded, damn. i’m sorry babe. i promise i’ll make it up to you if you get suspended. just hope it’s not that bad. i’m gonna go though and get some cake and i’ll meet you up in the car.”

you couldn't help but jump on byakuya’s face as his tongue dived in and out of your hole. your hand was covering your mouth, you were almost crying cumming. to think that your boyfriend was talking to you not knowing your pussy was literally being eaten out by your professor. byakuya slapped your ass. you listened to hear your boyfriend leave and that's when you let go a scream. “fuck! right there professor. right there! oh my god don’t stop. your tongue feels so good inside me!” you uncontrollably grinded his face. almost there. 

you again deep throated byakuya, feeling him hit the back of your throat. you could tell he was almost there. in sync, you orgasmed. feeling the wetness come out between your fold and byakuya drinking and sucking all your juices. “right there baby. i’m gonna cum.” white spurts came out of byakuya and spiked inside your mouth, you drank him all up. he tasted way better than your boyfriend. he was the best fuck you ever had. 

“shit, fuck,” byakuya groaned and you saw his chin glistening with your juices. 

you tickled his tip and put his cream in your mouth like it was whip cream, “mmm delicious.”

“you’re a naughty bunny, aren’t you?”

you giggled cutely. i thought you realized that already, mr.”

[imaginethathaikyuu]

hello friends! in this fine day ??? of quarantine, i offer u: akaashi smut 

this was written for @microwave-imagines in return for them making me a new masterlist (which will make its debut soon now that i have this posted !) and i just wanna say: thank u so much for the maserlist, it is the nicest thing anyone has done for me, u are a gem and also an angel and i rlly rlly hope u like this fic <3 everyone go check out their blog and give them some love for me 🥺🥺 they’re also currently taking requests for hq so ;)) u know what to do :p!! 

nsfw below featuring: thigh riding, dirty talk, lil bit of fluff, lot a bit of filth

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“Come here, kitten,” Keiji said to you, his voice sounding like sultry silk. It made complying with his request almost too easy. 

“I’m here,” you replied, giggling as you stood next to the bed where he was laying. “Where do you want me?” 

He sat up and grazed your lips with his own, they were just out of reach, and then he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you down. He raised his leg so his thigh was situated between your legs, and then he pulled you again until you were sitting down on his lap. “You know where,” he said with his smirking lips against yours, and then he kissed you hard. 

He pulled away just to say, “get these pants off,” as he tugged your pants off your hips; you wiggled out of them, struggling to get them off, but Keiji was too preoccupied with continuing the deep make out to notice your struggle and his hands trailed straight to your butt rather than to the fabric caught on your ankles.

He gave you a rough squeeze, getting a handful of your flesh in both hands and pulling your hips forward. 

“You’ve been so needy today, haven’t you?” You nodded, eager and hot and pants still stuck on your foot. Neither of you cared. “Needy enough to get off on my thigh, I’m sure.” He pulled you forward again, he was encouraging you to start moving your hips. “You want to, kitten? You want to grind on my thigh until you cum for me?” 

It’s not like you had to answer - you were already moving, already trying to grind into his firm thigh to find any pleasurable friction. It was working. 

“That’s it,” he encouraged, “that feel good?” He already knew it did - your soft moans gave it away.

Keiji didn’t know whether to look at your face or your body. Your eyes were closed and he thought you looked just precious being so focused on your movements. When you’d move just right and find a hint of pleasure, your mouth would fall open and a gasp would leave your throat; when you’d lose that pleasure, though, your brows would furrow and a crease he was familiar with would form between them. He couldn’t control his grin.

But your body was enamoring. The way your hips were moving was desperation by definition, so rushed and rough, trying so hard to find a rhythm that worked. He just wanted to sit back and watch the struggle you were having because it was a damn good show; Keiji didn’t care how long it took you to get the hang of it, either. 

He pressed his lips to your forehead, on that small crease between your brows. “Needy little kitten,” he cooed at you, his fingers tickling your thighs and the gravel of his voice edging you along. “Can’t you get the hang of it?” 

You both stifled laughs at his teasing words, “shut up,” and then you grabbed his face and smushed your lips into his so he couldn’t say anything else. And Keiji was perfectly content with that; the force of your sudden kiss pushed his back against the wall and he let out a deep breath through his nose. If you wanted him to shut up, he’d shut up. 

For now, anyway.

But you didn’t tell him to keep his hands to himself, so he had no reason to. Keiji wasn’t going to let you simply grind on him until you came - that was far too boring. He wanted to help you get there. He just couldn’t resist bringing his hand up to rest between your legs - he knew you wouldn’t see it coming, which made it all the more fun for him. And when your hips came forward his fingers collided with you: covered, warm, dripping. 

“Keiji!” 

“God, you’re fucking wet,” he hissed, palming your underwear, “these are soaked.” 

Another whine of his name was interrupted by a kiss from him. “Is that all for me?” Of course, you nodded. He smiled. “How sweet.” 

“Please, Keiji,” you moaned, even though you weren’t even sure what you were begging for. 

He kissed your jaw. “What is it, kitten?” 

With Keiji’s hand between your legs, it felt like you had just been found after years of being lost. All he was doing was rubbing you over your underwear, but his touch was delicate and intentional and persistent. His fingers were skilled after so many shared moments with you; he knew just how to get you off, even with such simple touches. 

“Don’t stop,” you whispered, barely heard by the man in front of you. If he wasn’t hanging onto your every word, he probably wouldn’t have caught what you said. 

“Wouldn’t think of it,” was his reply, just as quiet as you were, whispered right into your ear. “As long as you’ll cum for me soon.” 

Surprisingly enough, you were already close. You knew it wouldn’t take much more of Keiji’s addicting touch or dirty words to get you to finish. 

“And after you cum just from this,” he said, somehow moving his fingers quicker, “you’re going to lay down, and I’m going to make you cum again with my tongue…” 

“Keiji…” 

“And then you’re going to get on your hands and knees for me, kitten, and you’re going to cum on my cock as many times as I tell you to. How does that sound, sweetheart?”

All of a sudden his fingers didn’t feel enough, but you were so close to your end that it didn’t even matter. Just a little bit more and Keiji was going to get you there, and he probably saw it coming before you did. 

“I know my cock is what you really want, but to get it you have to cum for me now, kitten, with just my fingers. So come on, I know you’re close, cum for me. I need you to cum for me, please, kitten, just - fuck.” 

Keiji felt like he was the one experiencing the pleasure of your climax - just watching you reach your peak was enough to make him moan along with you. 

“That’s it,” he encouraged, watching you shake and hearing you moan, “that’s it, you’re so good, baby.” 

You were hardly listening to him, being too focused on his fingers and the orgasm that stemmed from them. And the pleasure didn’t just come and go - that euphoria went, but you were still grinding your hips like it didn’t. Like you were searching for more, because you were. Keiji’s touch really was addicting, and just once would never be enough. Not when he was the one sending you over he edge every time.

“One more time, kitten, and then you’ll get what you really need.” 

That’s when you felt your back hit the mattress. And you were more than ready to comply with Keiji’s demands, so long as it meant getting more of him. 

[mccnyoongi]

the yoongi thigh riding drabble 😫😫😫 sis ur tryna kill me alsooo i know u said ur trying not to go for the “riding yoongi in his studio chair” trope however i FULLY support indulging in this trope 😉 i rlly love ur writing tho omg 🥰

+ anon said:  hi im uh read your latest work and rEALLY LIKED IT so can i please request riding yoongi in his studio chair??? thanks if you would posts it!

+ another anon said: yoongi drabble, were where y / n and he have sex in his studio, pls?

hsfjksfh TWIST MY ARm why dont u !! (i told yall id do nasty soon) now i wanna write a multi-chaptered undergroundrapper!yoongi sjkfjsdf 

⇢ word count: 2K+ (lmao)

⇢ warnings: unprotected sex, dom!yoongi, starts SUPER soft then devolves into filth, undergroundrapper!yoongi bc ion like writing idol!au skdfjsdfk, degradation, yoongi’s hands

Yoongi’s passion has always been one of your favourite things about him- if he cares about something, he’ll give his all to it. Thankfully you fall under that category. The only question is whether you’re first or second on the list, constantly competing with his music.

With Yoongi garnering a fair amount of success from his life as an underground rapper, you understand why it’s starting to take over more and more of his life, you really do. You loved Yoongi, you loved his music. But you couldn’t help but start to… miss your boyfriend. A sad irony that you could miss the man who’s been, as of late, spending the majority of his time in his ‘studio,’ aka the spare room of your shared apartment that he said was about a quarter the size of a proper studio. 

How could you miss someone that was less than fifteen feet away from you, two doors away? You weren’t sure that it was possible until now, lying in bed, Yoongi’s side cold and the offensive red light of your bedside alarm clock telling you it’s far past the time your boyfriend promised he’d be in bed by. You sigh, sitting up, knowing that you wouldn’t get any sleep if you just sat there and stewed in your negativity. So instead you’d seek him out.

Thankfully there isn’t a lock on the door, he hasn’t gotten around to putting one in yet. You know the day will come soon, since last time your friends were over, Jungkook and Jimin had managed to sneak their way in, looking like guilty puppies when Yoongi had caught them. 

Lock or not, Yoongi didn’t even hear you, ears covered by his almost comically oversized headphones, his dyed blonde head bobbing to whatever beat he’s working on at the moment. You can’t help but smile fondly at the sight of your sweet boy so immersed in the thing he’s dedicated his life to.

He’s only made aware of your presence when you wrap your arms around his shoulders from behind. He finally takes those ridiculous headphones off, pausing the track and letting you rest your chin on the top of his head.

You look at the two monitors in front of him as though you have any idea what’s going on on the screens. “Hard at work, huh genius?”

You feel him cock his head under you and he hums gently, one of his large hands- something about him you first fell in love with when you saw it, pale and slender, gripping a microphone on stage- grabbing at yours. “Sorry,” He mumbles, and you can tell by the timber and the gruffness of his voice that he hasn’t spoken a word since he came into this room a couple of hours ago. “Lose track of time in this room. No windows.”

“S’okay Yoon. Just missed you is all.”

Your words are innocent but they tug at his heart and make him shut his eyes for a moment. He never wants to make you feel like second best, but the way he falls into things sometimes makes him forget that anything else exists in the world. But now he wants to be close to you, to touch you, to make it all up to you. 

“C’mere,” He’s tugging at the hand he has in his grip, and he keeps tugging until you’ve circled around his chair to stand in front of him. “Up on my lap, babe.” An offer you couldn’t refuse. So you don’t.

You’re straddling him now, well-toned but not overtly muscular thighs under you- a familiar and welcoming seat of yours. His warmth is comforting to you and vice versa. “I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I?” You don’t want to say yes, afraid of hurting his feelings but the pout that graces your features gives it all away.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry,” One of his large hands comes up to cup your face, and he coos softly when you lean and nuzzle into his palm, as if he isn’t thinking of all the filthy and depraved things he’s been missing out on with you while he’s been cooped up in his studio. “‘M gonna make it up to you.”

And then his mouth is on yours, and you’re reminded why you love kissing Min Yoongi so much. He’s careful and intense, every movement backed by the same confidence and dominance he exudes when he’s on stage. It’s when you deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, skilled and tactful, that you realize you weren’t just here for a quick visit.

“Yoongi,” You murmur as soon as he’s pulling back, detaching your mouths. You’re momentarily hypnotized by the string of spit that still connects the two of you, staring at it until it breaks. Yoongi notices this fascination of yours, and give you a smirk you regret ever confessing to him you find sexy. 

“Are you getting all desperate for me, silly girl? Hm?” You can’t help but rut your hips against his own at the words, loving the way they fall out of his mouth so lazily but with as much purpose as a presidential speech. “So needy ‘nd squirmy for me… Love seeing you so fucking desperate, you know.” His hands are travelling up your sleep shirt- aka an old band shirt of his that you had staked your claim over before the two of you had even moved in together.

His hands don’t go where more inexperienced ones might immediately go but instead traverse up and down your back, leaving delicious goosebumps in their wake. You shiver both from the feeling, and from the anticipation of what’s to come. You go to take your shirt off but are stopped by two hands circled around your wrists. “Patience,” Yoongi’s voice is next to your ear now, as he’s pulled you down using the grip he has on you. 

He’s made it clear that while you may be on top of him, he’s the one with control. And he’s fucking revelling in it, you can see it in the sparkle in his eyes as he lets go of your wrists. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you, I promise,” You trust him wholeheartedly, and communicate this with a nod. You know he understands when his hands slide down, under your shirt once more, this time staying far lower. 

“Soaking wet and I’ve barely even done anything,” He’s so cocky and you should be annoyed but you can’t find it in you, instead you feel yourself get even hotter at his words. “Panties off, little girl.”

His tone leaves no room for arguing, so you scramble to stand up and follow his demands, panties lost somewhere behind him. You go to get back onto your spot on his lap, missing it already, but are stopped once more by his hands. One is on your waist, holding you steady, only using a portion of its strength and the other is on your face, squishing your cheeks, opening your mouth and pushing your lips out obscenely. 

He looks like he’s still deciding what the hell to do with you, how hard to go. Then he’s cocking his head, brazen smirk back on his face as he pushes you down to your knees. The carpeting immediately makes the position uncomfortable as you feel it grating against the skin of your knees. But any discomfort is immediately quelled, or, at least, forgotten, at the sight and sound of Yoongi undoing his belt in front of you- any thoughts of your knees and carpet burn are replaced with the thoughts of Yoongi’s cock. He had that effect on you.

He chuckled at the look in your eyes, finally releasing himself from the confines of his jeans. He sighs at the release, cold air hitting his skin a shock to his rock hard dick. “Practically fucking drooling for this cock, aren’t you?” You nod earnestly and lean forward, towards his cock where his hand works over it lazily. He grabs a fistful of your hair with his other hand, withholding you from what you really want. “So fucking desperate, you slut. You wanna suck my cock so bad? You better do a good fucking job of it, convince me you deserve it in that slutty cunt of yours.”

You barely have time to think about how quickly he shifted from the sweet, loving Yoongi you normally know to this darker version of Yoongi, the one that comes out whenever he’s properly turned on before his hand that’s fisted in your hair is dragging you toward his achingly hard cock. You open your mouth, ready and willing, and mouth at his tip, letting your spit, your drool, collect and fall over it, dripping down the rest of his impressive length. You pull back to give the tip a gentle kiss, barely holding back a giggle when it jumps angrily at you

He breathes out heavily from his spot above you and yanks you back off his cock. “You wanna be a messy fucking tease? Fine. Open your mouth. Now,” You do as he says, not wanting to anger him further. 

He collects spit in his own mouth, and you're made to sit and wait patiently, hair a mess and mouth wide open. You don’t have to wait long until he spits into your mouth, the act so filthy, so dirty, you can only close your eyes and whimper, so turned on from it all that you can feel your own wetness starting to drip down your thighs. Messy. “Don’t swallow,” He doesn’t need to explain more as he leads you back to his cock.

You let the combination of your and his spit fall onto his cock, the act obscene but astoundingly erotic. You finally start to swallow down his length like you know he wants, your hands coming up to help. Both of his hands are in your hair now, entirely controlling your actions, the speed of which your sucking his cock.

He finally pushes you down as far as he can, your hands falling to his thighs. Your nose is against his stomach, tickled by the sparse amount of hair there. You can barely breathe from this position, but you take it if only for the groans you hear tumble out of his mouth. “Such a good girl, my best fucking slut,” You moan at the praise, the vibrations making his head fall back on his chair. There’s drool covering both him and your face now, tears welling at the corners of your eyes from the intensity, and every second you can feel yourself getting wetter.

His hands fall slack on your hair, but you don’t pull back just yet, instead, taking the opportunity to swallow around him once, twice, three times. He yanks you off of his cock, his breathing ragged and heavy. He looks at you with a half-lidded gaze. “Up.”

It’s only one word, but he doesn’t need anymore, not with a commanding tone like that. You get back on his lap, immediately calmed and comforted by the spot. He finally tears off the shirt, now wrinkled and covered in drool and precum. 

“Now fucking sit on it,” And you can hardly hold yourself back, eagerly lifting yourself up and positioning the head of his cock against your slick entrance. You let yourself fall, the whole of him filling you up perfectly, and so so good.

Yours and Yoongi’s groans mingle together in an unrivalled harmony, the two of you still for a moment as you bask in the feeling. “Being such a good fucking girl,” His hands work up and down your sides. “Now fuck yourself on my cock, and don’t you dare stop. Don’t stop until you full of my fucking cum, ‘till you’re my perfect, messy bitch.”

You start slowly, lifting yourself up until barely an inch is left in your pussy, and drop all the way back down. You continue like this, deep, strong strokes, slowly speeding up until your bouncing on his lap, the obscene sounds of the two of you filling the room, your very own symphony when combined with your groans.

“So good, baby, so fucking good, bouncing on my cock, gonna make such a fucking mess out of you, yeah?” He’s lifting his hips to meet yours, making every downstroke that much more intense. 

He lands a spank on your ass, then another, the sharp pain only serving to make you wetter and bounce on him harder. He chuckles in between moans. “You like that, huh? You’ll take anything I give you, ‘cause you’re my perfect little whore.”

You can feel the crescendo coming, building up like a tsunami. “Yoongi- Yoongi please, please, you have to let me come,” Any other time you’d have reservations about begging, but when it came to Yoongi, all pride was left at the door. “Need it.”

“I have to? I don’t have to do anything, whore,” His hand is back on your face, lips puckering out again. You nod in desperate agreement. He’s collecting spit in his mouth once more and you open your mouth wider in anticipation of what’s about to come. He spits in your mouth again, this time wanting you to swallow. It’s a dirty act, so vulgar, and you both groan at the site.

“You see that, slut? You swallow my spit, bounce on my cock and cum for me, all when I fucking tell you to? You understand?”“Yes, Yoongi I do, I’m sorry, please, I’m sorry, jus’ lemme cum.”

“Yeah, yeah, do it, fucking come for me.”

And cum you do, the feeling washing over you like nothing else, eyes closing and your head burrowing itself into Yoongi’s neck, the smell of his sweat comforting. You can hear Yoongi talking himself and you through your orgasms, but the words are too much for you to focus on. You can only feel his cum fill you up, already starting to spill out of you.

You’re both panting in the aftermath, his hands, once harsh, now softly caressing your back. The two of you are slick and sticky with sweat, but it’s the last thing on your minds.

“You still need to work on that song or are you finally gonna come to bed?”

“Please, neither of us are leaving that bed for the next 48 hours, besides to get the door for the take out we order.”

“Sounds perfect.”

[krustybob]

some of my favorite things in cornbugs songs:

- just any time the lyrics r so silly u can hear bill laughing in between words or like, him trying to stifle a laugh while the music plays

- the bit in cadaver cadaver where he stops mid-song & just starts reading off a recipe for cooking human brains while someone starts doing a keyboard solo

- the guitar solo in vegetable man just really fucks SO hard i think about it constantly its my fuckin Ringtone

- i already made a post abt it but fuck u im bringing it up again, the line “she wants me but she smokes damn it, her breath like death and my ash tray heart not taking no more stubs” in down down down hits a Very Specific Vein in me thats very complicated & difficult to describe

- down down down in general tbh, bill just rlly went off in that one

- "are all families approached about the option of organ and tissue donation?" "how the hell should i know"

- literally the entire fucking Concept of tongue tied... hes literally Not Saying Words in that for like 85% of the song hes just telepathically transmitting Pure Raw Energy its truly a Cosmic Experience

- ok not 2 be gay on main or anything but the way he says “take a spin on the firing pin” at the end of firing pin Does Thingz 2 My Heart

- dirty sperm rag giving us the intricate details of the smell, flavor, and color of chop tops cum, courtesy of The Man Himself slurping it, we as a community so desperately needed

- bill calling himself a “rat-monkey” in bonesaw

- the bit in cornbugs (yes the band cornbugs has a song called cornbugs dont worry abt it) where he just . the music Stops and he just starts Sobbing and yelling “THIS IS TOO HARD EVERYTHING IS JUST TOO HARD FOR ME” like Oh Honey i Feel That

- just the pure unbridled Rage that Fuels clown smile death warmed over... its just a huge rant abt capitalism set to clown music & a guitar going absolutely ape shit with no rhyme or reason its just one big Mood

[bring-us-back-light]

ALL the time asks (if you want)

12am: how late do you normally stay up?: 

if i have something i need to do the next day i try to go to bed at 11 or 12 at the latest, unless i have stuff to do then it gets pushed back to 1. if i don’t have to be up early or its the weekend or something i’ll stay up anywhere from 1 to 5 or 6

7am: what’s the most memorable dream you’ve had?:

its kind of funny? cause i don’t generally have dreams. but like, there were these two dreams i had when i was like??? 5??? and they’ve just stuck with me. so one is like, I was scuba diving around this submarine, but all the portholes in the sub were replaced with fishbowls w goldfish in them??? idk that’s all. and the second one i was in some mall, and there was this like, purse display? that was like a ferris wheel

and my mom wasn’t paying enough attention and put her purse on one of the shelves and i had to like, climb up the shelves for some reason to get it back? yeah idk

12pm: how would you describe your personality?:

mostly easygoing? I think i’m mostly easy to get along with? (i didn’t used to be, but i’ve been trying to make a lot of progress in that area) but like, i am passionate, so if something does happen i will f i TE to get justice

3pm: have you been in trouble with the law? if you were to be in trouble with it, what do you think it would be for?:

i can’t say that I have. if I did? probably for like, assault (of some bigoted asshole) or.. tbh media and software piracy oops.

Dawn: what never fails to make you smile?:

THAT ONE VIDEO OF THE CUTE LITTLE BIRB THAT JUST DANCES TO THAT SONG?! BUT ITS WAY TOO SHORT AND LIKE AAAAAAAAAA WOULDNT IT BE NICE IF WE WERE OLDER THEN WE WOULDNT HAVE TO WAIT SO LONG AND WOULDNT NIT BE NICE TO LIVE TOGETHER AND IH ATE THAT IT STOPS,(http://rune-song.tumblr.com/post/159361189655/onlinedragon-vrgnmry-why-did-this-have-to) but also i just... birds and other animals make me smile in general? also people being passionate? and like that one snake post with the whole “boop incoming, i make a prepare” or the dog ones that are like “you gave me a big frighten” or LUCY THE PU G yeah 

Dusk: do you like liminal zones? which ones?:

i mean, i’ve found truck stops to be super useful with how many roadtrips i’ve been on. but other than that.. i don’t really care.

Monday: what do you hate? Are there things you love that other people hate?:

chocolate. mangoes. bigots. being sick. injustice. 

i rlly love language? and ik some people start to get really irritated when i start talking about phonetics and stuff? idk

Tuesday: phrase you often use:

i’m tired.

Wednesday: what do you always laugh at?:

sheep/shoop, who da ho? idaho. bo burnham.

Thursday: if you were a God, what would you be the God of?:

language/communication

ooh or navigation

flight?

oceans?

sea?

water?

air?

sky?

i d K

Friday: what are you looking forward to?

graduation so i can get out of this hell hole. one semester to go

also meeting up w my gf but idk when that will be yet sooo yeah.

Saturday: best movie you’ve seen? most helpful one?:

best? oh gosh. uhm.... i rly like Atlantis. i’m not sure if it’s the BEST but it’s really good

most helpful?? bro i dont even know

Sunday: what event(s) in life shaped you the most?:

probably the travel?

Febuarary: what’s your ideal partner if you want one?:

@naknakittynak

March: what’re your goals?:

i wanna become a competent programmer, i wanna get a masters in linguistics, i wanna run an experiment for selective breeding of crows for language aquisition and see if we could actually get crows that could hold a conversation

April: favorite poem or quote.:

the man who says he can, and the man who says he can’t are both correct. which are you?

May: what’re your pets names? what would be the ideal pet name?:

my mom’s dog is Diva, mine is Panda.

idk. it rlly dependso n the pet and stuff? i kind of want to get a bunch of birds, snakes, dogs, cats etc, and then name them after eachother’s species.

June: do you want kids? do you have names in mind for them?:

A DAUGHTER NAMES LUCIFER> SHELL GO BY LUCY

just pls ask me about my plans for my kids. they’re so fucking messed up

July: favorite word, dirty, clean, and/or funny sounding:

defenestrate or fuck

August: have you ever had a really important teacher or a crush on one?:

two teachers are super important to me right now. Ms Boze, and Ms Peacock. (also.. sorta have a crush on the latter but objectively, it wouldn’t work out that well)

September: what would you be famous for or make a lot of money from if you could?:

research i mentioned above. (adding to that, dolphin communication would be really cool to study too.) or travel maybe? learning language? idk

October: what scares you? do you think it made you stronger?:

heat. like i can’t reach into ovens it terrifies me. i’m also terrified of rejection. and super self concsious about almost everything. 

no. not at all. maybe it allows me to be more empathetic at times? but no. not worth it

November: favorite date or outing you can think of.:

aquarium, or a zoo, or a library, or a book store, or a coffee shop, or a movie, or sitting in, i’m really not picky i just like doing things

December: what’s your ideal holiday?:

Christmas with lots of people (that all are super close) and presents and a big tree (that i didn’t have to decorate) and a big dinner with fondue and like, a bunch of snow, that some how miraculously melts by the end of the next day.

January: how did the last year go for you? good parts? bad?you’re next then.:

good question uhhhh i guess it was ok? I got my first year of school under my belt? meh it wasn’t that extraordinary for me personally. general events therewere some really shtity ones and some great oens but people already know those.