#i was instantly obsessed😔

[milkbreadtoast]

Do you consider milk cookie a himbo? And if you do, who do you think is the best himbo? Milk or Madeleine?

my instinct is to say yes..?? i dont think hes stupid tho kdhfjd but hes silly and insane enough to still qualify id say... definitely fits the buff and kind parts... and ive definitely called him a himbo before LMFAOO here r the receipts😮‍💨

MADELEINE def fits all 3 of the himbo checklist hes a textbook himbo😭😭 attractive, dumb, and kind... And I cant answer "which one is better" but if ur asking me whether I like milk or madeleine better..... is that even a question NCNSMDNSH *points to my pile of 928392732838 drawings of milk cookie and 0 of madeleine to date*😶‍🌫️

[skitskatdacat63]

Pictures that fuel the 007 vettonso au that exists in my head(for now)

Also go listen to "You Know My Name", and think of Vettonso while doing so because I think it is SOOOOOO them coded(but also f1 in general tbh.) And also if you've seen Casino Royale, hey, remember that chair scene? >:)

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— i believe in a thing called love

SUMMARY : dean thinks you’re playing a game but he slowly realises you’re not. 

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), unprotected piv, oral (f. receiving), fingering, edging, praise kink?, horniness 

WORD COUNT : 4.2kA/N : title from a song by the darkness. this fills the square amnesia for my @jacklesversebingo card.  I’m sorry yall, I like cliffhangers 😔 (but there’s a part two coming, yay!)

You don’t remember ever waking up to a more warm and pleasant morning.

Usually, you woke up after sleeping however many hours you could have, and always felt like it wasn’t enough. Your eyes burned with sleepiness, your body felt heavy with fatigue, and your mind was clouded with the darkness of unconsciousness.

Not this morning.

You felt light and warm, like the vapour of your too-hot shower. Your bed was soft and your sheets smelled of sweet and flowery fabric softener. 

You opened your eyes to a room blanketed in complete darkness. There was not a window in sight for sunlight to slither into and your stomach sank slightly when you realised that you didn’t know where you were. Or how you got to where you were now.

Your nakedness beneath soft, thin sheets made you feel vulnerable. You pulled the sheets up your body and started to get out of bed, only for the sheets to catch on something. No, on someone. A man who groaned gravelly and slightly tugged the sheets away from you.

Your eyes widened, your blood went cold with fear, and your body became hot with adrenaline. You froze as you thought of what to do and looked around to see if you could make any shapes while the darkness smothered you. 

“Come back to bed, sweetheart,” he pleaded lazily, his voice thick with sleep making your skin prickle. He gave the blanket a lazy tug to encourage you, but you ignored him. You didn’t know him, the audacity. You simply released the blanket and blindly made your way around the room for clothes that you must have left somewhere. 

You heard him sigh tiredly, the blankets rustled when he shifted, and the room lit up with the quiet click of a lamp’s switch and you yelped when you saw him, equally naked, in the bed. He sat up in alarm and looked around, before just staring at you in confusion.

His hair was a mess and he looked tired… but hot. His arms were thick and strong. His shoulders were broad and a familiar tattoo rested above his heart, beneath his collarbone. He wasn’t ripped like someone who was obsessed with going to the gym and dieting. He was so damn fine. The thin blankets came lower down his hips when he sat up inquisitively. His stomach became taut and you could see the faint lines of his abs. At least you slept with someone hot and not some creep. Well… he could still be a creep.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing?” He moved the blankets from his hips, subsequently flashing you his dick, when he began to get up and make his way to you.

“No, stop!” You shouted, covering your eyes before deciding to cover yourself instead. He instantly obeyed and froze on the spot, bewildered. “Cover your eyes,” you demanded exasperatedly.

“What? Why?” He asked, but he still covered his eyes with his hand. But who could blame you for quickly stealing a glance at his very pretty cock? “Did you start your period? You’re not due for another two weeks.” You blinked at him, astonished and disoriented.

“Uhhh, what? How do you even know that, dude?” You flushed with embarrassment.

“Dude?” He lowered his hand to give you an irritated look. The only reason you didn’t shout at him to look away was that he wasn’t staring at you like you were a piece of cake. “It’s way too early for jokes.” He shook his head at you and turned around to sift through the tall dresser behind him. Your eyes hesitantly dropped to his perky ass and you forced yourself to look away before he turned to you.

Forgive me. I am just human.

“Where’s my damned clothes?” You asked, leaning forward over the bed to drag the blanket towards yourself to cover up. He turned with a deadpan expression while he slipped his boxers up to his hips. But when you lifted your brows expectantly, he rolled his eyes at you and smiled sarcastically, flourishing his arms in front of the dresser.

He was kind enough to pull out a black shirt that looked like it was his, then pink women's underwear, and finally some colourfully striped socks. He handed them to you, but you backed away.

“No, I’m not wearing that,” you refused, looking disgustedly at the cotton underwear and the small socks. 

“It’s yours,” he told you flatly.

“What do you mean it’s mine?” 

He blinked at you boredly and dropped the clothes on the bed to cross his arms across his very sexy broad chest. “Alright. How long are you gonna keep this up?”

“I… uh, what?” 

He smiled slowly and climbed up on the bed to get closer to you. Once he did, he reached for your waist and tugged you forward. Your heart thudded heavily in your chest and you clutched the blanket closer to your breasts. Even standing on his knees in the bed, he was taller than you. 

“What game are you playin’ at, hmm?” He asked seductively, gently squeezing your side. Your lips parted slightly and your heart raced. 

You studied his face, captivated by his beauty. The crinkles at the corner of his verdant eyes called to you when he smiled down at you. You could see he was doing the same. His eyes followed a path along your face until they landed on your lips. You couldn’t help following the same path on his own with your eyes. After letting your eyes drift across the curve of his freckled nose, the line of his jaw, and the attractive stubble, your eyes fell to his pillowy lips.

His hand moved to your jaw. He looked playful and your heart sped up the longer he admired you. His calloused hand gently slid up your jawline to tangle his fingers in your hair until finally, he dipped down and kissed you. His lips felt soft against your slightly-chapped lips, but he didn’t seem to mind. 

His mouth moved lazily, yet expertly over yours. Your stomach fluttered and your breath hitched. As simple as it was, it felt amazing. His lips on yours sent waves of need and excitement through your body, electrifying your skin. 

He clouded your mind with his kiss and your mouth slowly fell open. He cupped the back of your head in his hand and tilted his head, slowly becoming more firm and needy. Your hand released the sheet from your body and your hands found their way into his soft brown hair. He hummed lowly in appreciation and splayed his free hand across the bare skin of your back.

He carefully removed his hand from your hair, then you felt his hands move to the back of your thighs. He broke the kiss momentarily, his breath against your swollen lips made you dizzy as he hoisted you up. You clung to him, dazed and aroused, and he carefully dropped you into the bed again.

His knees parted your legs. You could feel your arousal dripping down as you were exposed to the room’s cool air. He almost instantly pressed his hips to your wet core. You could feel the warmth of his hard cock against your pulsing clit. You moaned softly and he gave you a charming smile that heated your cheeks in response. 

He leaned down to kiss you again. This time, his tongue pushed past your lips. The warmth and wetness of his saliva moved against your tongue. He did it as if he’d done a thousand times to you—shamelessly, with craving. 

His lips moved passionately, firmly against yours. His tongue brushed over yours needily, lovingly. He tasted you with hunger and pulled away with heavy breaths, ignoring the string of spit connecting your lips to his. 

He leaned forward again, except this time—when you closed your eyes—you felt his lips brush against your cheeks. His warm breath tickled your neck and ear, so shivers trickled through your body. 

You squirmed beneath him and wiggled your hips longingly.

“I’m gonna make you come so hard on my tongue, baby,” he whispered. You cursed softly. Your cunt clenched with excitement at the thought of him doing to your pussy, what he’d done to your mouth. You almost didn’t feel him press wet kisses down your neck until he sucked gently at your pulse.

He moved down your body slowly. Used his teeth, tongue, and lips on your flesh to hold you in his spell. He did it so precisely, fanning the embers to create a fire of desire that overwhelmed your body with lust. 

His lips brushed against your nipple and your heart lurched. Heat pooled between your legs, followed by a warm wetness that you somehow knew would boost his ego. 

“Tell me what you’re thinkin’,” he whispered against your breast before gently sinking his teeth around your nipple. His fingers pinched the other. How he expected you to respond was unclear as he teased your sensitive skin with his expert tongue and strummed at your flesh like a professional guitarist. 

“How did I end up here?” You replied quietly, carding your fingers through his short hair. He chuckled softly at your response, moved on from one breast to the other. His saliva on your abandoned nipple enhanced the coldness of the room, causing your skin to tingle. 

His laugh was a whole other thing. Hot and deep. Everything about him seemed to be that way. Hot and deep.

His hand sneaked down to your ribs, your stomach, and stayed there. Warm, heavy, huge, and calloused. One hell of a man. You bet he could choke you with one hand. 

You moaned softly at the thought and squeezed his sides with your thighs in attempts to alleviate your desire. It was futile, but you had a feeling that’s how he wanted you. He smirked against your breast, you could feel the stretch of a smile on his sinful lips, and he finally moved on.

“You’re so desperate today, aren’t ya?” Amusement seeped into his voice, but there was nothing amusing about the way his hand finally moved between your legs. He slid his middle finger through your folds, slowly teasing your clit with ghostly touches. “Always so wet, baby, fuck,” he moaned against your hipbone. 

“Please,” you whined, clutching his hair tighter. He sucked a lavender mark on your hips and slid his lips down to your pelvis.

“Yeah?” He teased with a smirk. You loosened your grip on his hair, just slightly. His green eyes sparkled up at you, but all you could really focus on was his finger turning to two fingers that quickly dipped into your entrance to gather your excessive slick. “Fuck.” Oh, God. No one should sound so hot saying that word, but your stomach seemed to flip excitedly when it sounded so pleased. “Look at that, sweetheart. You’re soaked, it’s gonna be so easy for me to fuck you.”

“Jesus Christ,” you whispered, your toes curled with excitement. 

He parted your folds with his fingers and lowered himself to level his mouth with your dripping cunt. His warm breath on your wet heat made you squirm and your legs shamelessly opened wider for him. The Pied Piper of sex.  

His eyes fluttered shut when he kissed your clit. You don’t think anyone’s ever done that to you before. To be fair, you can’t remember much and you don’t know if it’s because of his intoxicating sensuality or because of something much more serious. Quite frankly, you didn’t care as he continued to kiss you down to your clenching entrance with hums of appreciation vibrating through your desperate core.

“Please,” you laughed breathily, weakly attempting to pull his face closer between your legs. He perked up even more at that, and flicked his tongue against your clit, perfectly striking a nerve like a chord that resonated through your entire body and made you quiver. 

He flattened his tongue from your aching pussy to your clit, slowly and loudly savouring the taste of your arousal on his tongue. He did it over and over before settling for lapping at your entrance where your arousal puddled. His moans were husky and praising.

You gently weaved your fingers through his hair and panted heavily. His nose nudged at your pulsing clit and his tongue pushed into your fluttering pussy. 

“Fuck, please,” you whimpered, tightening your grip on the hair at the top of his head. He hummed against your core and roughly licked his way up to your clit. Quick flicks of his tongue on your clit made you writhe with pleasure. Curses slipped from your lips and all you could think about was the sensation of how wet your pussy was with his spit and how close to coming you were again.

You felt one of his fingers slowly push inside your cunt. He worked you open carefully with one thick finger plunged deep inside you and simultaneously began to suck on your clit. Your body became tense; you were right on the edge of your orgasm, but he moved away from your aching cunt to quickly kiss his way up your flushed body, to reach your lips. 

“I wanna come,” you pleaded quietly, staring profoundly into his greedy eyes. 

He chuckled playfully at you and slowly pushed a second finger inside you. His breath fanned over your lips and you traced the slick of your pussy on his smug mouth with your eyes. He stroked your walls slowly, skilfully pressing the pads of his fingers into the sensitive depths of your cunt. You clamped down in desperation for him to press over and over into your g-spot, but he wasn’t merciful. He wanted you to feel the length of his fingers moving deeply inside you. 

“Say my name,” he murmured against your lips. You squeezed his hips with your knees as you squirmed restlessly. Again, he made you delirious with pleasure after a request so you could do anything but properly think. He angled his fingers into that delicious spot inside you, but the buildup of your climax was as torturously slow as the stroke of his fingers. 

“Your name?” You gasped mindlessly, closing your eyes to focus on feeling him being in all the right places. His lips brushed against yours, ignited your body like a spark to hot-wire a car. His thumb pressed gently into your clit and he slowly drew circles. 

“Dean,” he whispered bewitchingly against your lips. You felt his arm press into the pillow beside your head and he tenderly brushed your hair away from your neck. 

“Dean,” you moaned—begged, heart hammering in your chest at his tenderness. His response was instant, with his lips pressed against yours, numbing your mind once more, but a third finger slid into your pussy so you nearly toppled off the edge again. After a few thrusts that left you moaning wantonly against Dean’s mouth, his fingers disappeared from inside you. “God,” you cursed in irritation.

Soon, the entirety of his warmth was gone from your body. His bruising kiss left you breathless and thoughtless, but you managed to open your eyes to watch him lower his boxers with his thumb hooked at the stretchy waistband—leaving himself completely bare again. 

Dean bit his lip as he stroked his cock with his fingers coated in your slick. He seemed more than happy to have you watch. And you were more than happy with staring at the girth and length of him in his hand. His cock was pretty, beautiful even—if you could even imagine. Throbbing. Leaking precum at the tip so your mouth watered for a lewd long moment. You bit your lip and wondered what he tasted like—hopefully as good as he looked, how he’d fuck your mouth if you asked him to.

The sight of him like this made your arousal skyrocket. 

“What do you want, sweetheart?” He asked breathlessly, slowly making his way closer between your legs. 

The thought of his cock stretching you out instantly drove you crazy. 

Once he was close enough, he leaned over you again with his arm beside your head again. He slid his hot cock through your folds and your breath caught in your throat. He moaned softly. You tore your eyes from where he coated you in his precum repeatedly. 

“I want you… inside me,” you replied bashfully, heat flared up to your ears and you squirmed involuntarily—desperate to be fucked as you ruined the sheets beneath you with your slick. But over and over he teased your clit with slippery circles of his tip that began to build your resolve. He wasn’t going to let you finish and you knew it. 

“Which part of me?” Of course he’d do that. 

You became frustrated quickly and remained quiet to think of your next move. Dean had taken you to a point where your confidence was merely pent up sexual frustration.

You sat up and climbed into his lap without a single thought. As shamelessly as he’d touched you, you gripped the base of his cock. His lips parted and his eyes widened in pleasant surprise when you took his chin between your fingers and kissed him hard. He gave you full control and released his dick so his hands could find your hips instead and pull you closer. 

He felt heavy in your hand, the throb and heat of him made your grip tighten in anticipation. He moaned against your mouth when you slowly stroked up his silky skin, slick with his precum. You thumbed at the slit, smeared his excitement around the head of his cock, and sucked his bottom lip into your mouth.

Dean groaned softly and squeezed your hip. He slowly let himself lay on his back and pulled you down with your lips still locked in a breathy and covetous kiss. You twisted your hand upwards, faster, and emphasised the movement of your fingers beneath the head of his cock. He pulled away slightly with a gasp and found his place between your legs to run a teasing finger through your drenched folds. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard… wanna bury myself inside of you,” he murmured against your lips. 

“Oh, fuck,” you gasped instantly against his parted mouth, “yes.”

Dean kissed you hard and replaced your hand on his cock with his own again. He pulled away to catch his breath with you. Using his other hand, he brushed your hair out of the way and continued to pant for breath. He watched between your bodies, his throbbing cock in his hand, but you only watched him—curiously and longingly. He stroked himself slowly and he cursed under his breath when the tip finally breached the wet opening of your vagina.

Your breath hitched, but his name managed to slip out quietly. He hummed in satisfaction when you slowly lowered yourself on him. The delightful stretch of having him inside you weakened your knees and your pussy tightened around him. He thrusted upwards slowly, sliding his cock further into your wet heat, perfectly stroking your g-spot.

You pulled away a small distance and watched him become utterly enraptured. His freckled cheeks were tainted a deep red that spread up to the tips of his ears and down to his neck like a wildfire. He looked so fucking beautiful. His brows furrowed in concentration and his plush lips parted to release soft groans of pleasure that made your pussy throb around him greedily. 

His eyes fluttered open and he leaned up slightly to reach your lips. He managed to land a small peck before you started lifting yourself up and down on his cock. A broken moan from him made you smile devilishly. He fell back into the mattress and squeezed your hips roughly.

“Dammit, you feel so fuckin’ good,” he praised breathily. You hummed softly and wrapped your hands around his wrists to guide his hands up to your breasts before bouncing on his lap faster, building a more steadfast rhythm. 

“I love the way you feel, too,” you moaned softly, aroused at the sound of Dean’s cock entering your wet pussy and your skin hitting his when he was buried so deeply inside you the breath was nearly punched out of your lungs in surprise. 

“You’re so unbelievably beautiful,” he continued to worship quietly, pinching almost painfully at your nipples, then teasingly brushed the pads of his thumbs over them—maybe soothingly. You moaned and leaned back with your hands on his thighs the closer you got to your orgasm.

One of Dean’s hands moved away from your breast to slowly slide down the front of your body. You watched him stare up at you, adoring you with his touch and lauding you in between groans and gasps of ecstasy. He squeezed your thigh encouragingly and cursed at the way you clenched your cunt around his sensitive cock. 

You allowed yourself to close your eyes and let the pleasure of riding him saturate your mind and body. His hands moved along your body, praising without words when all he could do was groan and pant lewdly at your enthusiastic fucking. 

He kneaded your breasts, squeezed your flesh, scratched gently at your skin. You were teeming with bliss and you were embarrassingly wet, but everything about him made you pathetically horny and he appeared to absolutely love every second of it. 

Dean’s hand finally moved between your legs to find your clit and rub it continuously. His hips bucked upwards when you whined his name and clamped down on his cock as you orgasmed. Your body shook above him and he hummed low in his throat, partially amused, but mostly satisfied. 

His thumb rubbed furiously at your clit—dilating the duration of your orgasm, intensifying it—and only stopped when you couldn’t handle it anymore. Your whimper and the way you weakly draped your body over his with your forehead pressed into his warm shoulder, stopped him.

You couldn’t process much after that, but soon your face was pressed into his pillow and your pussy was getting filled again with his cock. His fingers bruised your hips and you gasped out moans as your second orgasm began to build. 

"Shit, you love it like this, don't you, sweetheart?" You were flustered by the soppy sound of your cunt every time he pounded into you from behind, but you were partially grateful that he was close to finishing. A perplexing, carnal part of you wanted him to keep ploughing into your pussy until you ached.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” Dean praised gruffly. You only whimpered brokenly in response as he fucked you through the squelch and wetness of your second orgasm. Your toes curled with the unbelievable sensation that seized your body when you felt his cum fill you with warmth. His release slipped between your thighs in a mixture with yours and you cried his name as your walls pulsed around his throbbing cock. 

Dean released you and your body sank completely into the soft mattress. He panted against your shoulder and murmured praises with his comforting hands sailing along your body. 

Your mind slowly returned to the real world and the beat of your heart slowed to its normal rhythm. You were exhausted and you wanted to clean yourself up, but Dean had other plans for you: staying in bed and cuddling.

You willed yourself into getting up out of his bed. You sat up—his arm loosely around your waist—and became aware of the lack of windows and the wooden stake that rested at the far end of the little platform—a shelf really—he had above his bed next to a little fan. 

“Um…” you trailed off, wiggling out of his arm to slide out of the messy bed. 

“You’re seriously not gonna stay in bed?” He questioned you as you looked around, attempting to ignore the rest of your mixed release dripping from between your legs. You felt his fingers move between yours, then a sharp tug pulled you back in bed. Your legs were shaky so you ended up right back where he wanted you to be—in his embrace. 

“Yeah,” you laughed awkwardly. You squirmed and wiggled until he finally released you, “I don’t know you and I need to… get back… somewhere, home.” He sat up on his side and stared at you blankly for a few seconds. No, he’s too beautiful. 

You looked away and decided to pull “your” clothes from where he’d thrown it to get something to cover your body now that your post-orgasmic brain was becoming logical and self-conscious. 

“Babe, drop it, we’ll play that game later,” he dismissed you with a cute snort. You groaned at him when he snagged his shirt from your hands. He slowly peppered kisses along your neck and shoulder and you were unable to fight him.

“Dean, I’m serious,” you tried weakly and gripped his hair to pull him away as gently as you could. You turned to look at him again and he backed off. “Look at me and tell me if I’m lying to you.” He rolled his eyes but held your gaze for a few moments as he contemplated you. 

You saw the amusement on his handsome face but you continued to frown. The amusement faded into perplexity and concern. 

“Ah, shit,” he muttered.

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[mizusnose]

Could you possibly write some headcanons for what you think a relationship with Mizu would be like in Modern!AU? (xreader)

so this is actually gonna be a part of a separate drabble that includes doctor!mizu, but i’ll use that as a template for this headcannon response bc the brainrot is too strong..

SFW

ofc mizu would be the typical nice to you and only you lover. this usually manifests in the way she talks to you, looks at you, and of course touches you.

she’s shy. most people take her glares and silence at face value and can’t understand how your relationship works.

even in med school where you both met, mizu is cutthroat and so smart. she’s intimidating and beautiful, and the first time you talked to her it was in a surgery. Her hands bloody and eyes focused.

she gives you her own pens when you lose your own on morning rounds. lets you wear her shirts and sweaters and sweats after showers and sex.

mizu works out in the mornings you do yoga. you do core workouts together and mizu always gets competitive when planks are involved. “the one who stays up longer has to cook dinner tonight” sort of vibe.

speaking of cooking, mizu cant. for shit. she relies heavily on takeout, or snacks, or protein bars. buys packs and packs of cliff bars and protein shakes and downs those on her short lunch breaks.

makes sure you eat though. sneaks vitamins into your coat pockets, the gummies because she knows you can’t swallow pills.

the relationship is professional in the hospital, but when you’re assigned on the same case, she makes sure to let you explain, talk to the patient, and take charge in the surgery room. mizu takes on charting, prescriptions, the quote unquote boring stuff she’d usually dump on an intern.

you’re both goal-oriented and driven. so whenever a new paper comes out, she sends you the pubmed link instantly and you both discuss it over dinner. mizu explains how she can use the research for her own paper.

on date nights, mizu dresses up and you’re mesmerized yet again by how beautiful she is. her golden chains she usually wears beneath her scrubs glow lightly in the nice sushi place she takes you.

she’s always reaching for you. across the table at dinner, on the couch relaxing, in the streets walking home. her palm is always wide and warm.

mizu is messy. you’ve actually had multiple fights over it. she doesn’t clean her toothpaste from the sink, shoves off her clothes into a pile in their room, leaves her side of the bed undone.

however, she’s extremely OCD at work. her desk, desktop, and calendar are neat and pretty. she teases you and your unorganized google calendar.

likes to show off her strength and wrestles you often. pins you down on the couch and kisses you soft and tender despite her constant weight above you.

loves loves LOVES to cuddle. i’m talking “babe come here i’m cold~~” sorta thing. gets extremely and genuinely upset in the summer times when you push her off you in favor of being cool.

is obsessed with you. has you as her wallpaper, her desktop photo, your name on her cell and pager is gorgeous.

answers your calls with a “hey you” and ends with an “i love you, see you tonight.”

is very skilled with her fingers (wink wink). in surgery, she’s the quickest and gets upset at the interns when they take too long.

kisses your forehead in the mornings. tells you a story at night when you can’t fall asleep. kisses you sweet and soft before you separate in the mornings.

i love doctor!mizu 😔

[blondwhowrites]

MATTHEO being absolutely obsessed with readers clit?

Like I imagine him just prying her legs open, sliding her panties to the side and rubbing it so nicely :(

Whenver he's about to fuck her he'd make her cum so many times by just rubbing it against her clit while she whines for him to put it in!

Ior or they're in a bath relaxing after a long day and he just slides his hands down and start rubbing it, not giving a fuck if its too much :0

Absolutely frothing at the mouth YES!!!!!

It's his favorite activity 😩

And watching you squirm and whine whenever he's rubbing his tip along your entrance and clit! In a modern setting, he has several videos of him just doing that and zooming into your face to watch your reactions because that gets him off soooooo badly 😔🙌

Bro instantly perks up when you mention having a bath and he just instantly invites himself

Like you need to destress? Princess, I know exactly what you need 🫡

Proceeds to finger you senseless in the tub until you've cum at least four times

Is the type of man to just cup your pussy while he does random things—

[delusionalsturniologirl]

can u pls write head-canons for either matt or chris with a swiftie gf/significant other? <33

matt sturniolo with a swiftie gf!!

author’s note: thank you for the request 🫶 love youu!! also i did matt because i’m pretty sure chris hates taylor 😭😭 i’m only a casual taylor listener so i hope i did this justice 😔🙏

warnings: none 😻

— matt had no interest in taylor swift before you came along. now she’s probably in his top 10 favorite artists because of you.

— at first he was a bit hesitant but you just kept and kept playing taylor in front of him, and he eventually gave in (never back down never what??!?!?)

— matt’s the type to go on late night drives with you and you’ll put on taylor swift the whole ass trip. he doesn’t mind it that much but sometimes he wants to listen to music he likes. “can we listen to something else?” “just after this song, i promise!!” (proceeds to listen to 10 more songs)

— you had to explain the whole ‘taylor’s version’ thing to him with a powerpoint and he sat down and took notes in his phone so he wouldn’t forget!! that’s when you knew, he was the one.

— sometimes he’s concerned that you might love taylor more than him. like you’re actually so obsessed with her that he thinks you’d leave him for taylor if you could (which you’d actually maybe do… JKJK!!)

— every time a new taylor album comes out he literally cannot contact you whatsoever, you’re too busy crying your heart out. so he has to be next to you holding a box of tissues. “y/n… it’s just an album-” you give him a death stare before he shuts up.

— when matt thinks you’re feeling down or a bit sad, he pulls out his phone and plays taylor, knowing it’ll comfort you instantly.

— of course he got you two eras tour tickets!!!! you dressed matt up in a champagne bottle costume (referencing champagne problems!!) that covered him entirely head to toe so he was unrecognisable from his fans. “babe what if i need to go to the toilet??”

— liv ☆

[jaegersdevil]

boyfriend!eren headcanons pt. 5

u guys love him, so i will provide more......

cw: zeke is a father (his kid is named oliver), use of y/n once

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 / masterlist

children LOVE bf!eren and he treats them like they're his friends instead of actual kids

bf!eren 'hangs out' with his nephew instead of babysitting him. he talks to oliver about the basketball game on tv like he's his best mate..... asking for his opinion, if he wants a beer, about his doctor's visit yesterday, 'hey y/n, can i give him some pizza?'..... when ollie is literally 4 months old

bf!eren wears nba jerseys or oversized graphic tees with sweat shorts...... that's just his style. i really can't see him in anything other than sweatpants, a hoodie, and his bigass dunks when he goes out.... sorry to all the fashion girlies 😔

BUT, if it's somewhere important (team dinner, awards night, a wedding, a ball perhaps etc), then he does wear a suit & dress shoes (all black). he's not THAT laidback ok

bf!eren surprises you with your favourite dessert every friday night (not really a surprise atp, but it's the thought that counts <333)

wherever you sit, bf!eren has his arm over the back of the chair/couch you're on

bf!eren LOVES sci-fi movies from the 70s & 80s, hence the back to the future DVDs (part 4), the star wars funko pops (leia, darth vader, chewie, luke) he has around his room, and the framed dune poster in his living room

bf!eren listens to rap music, mostly kendrick, travis, eminem, baby keem, chief keef, yeat... i could go on forever. BUT he also loves 80s rock (eg his bon jovi vinyl (part 4), inxs CDs, and many more), and 90s & 00s club music

you keep extra snacks in your backpack for bf!eren because he gets hungry in class AFKJSAFJ

bf!eren flirts with you 24/7, and pretends to flirt with you as a stranger in public sometimes because he is SILLY

you both have an obsession with taking photos of each other (but find it annoying when the other does it) (e.g. on a picnic, you've got your phone out, ready to take a picture of bf!eren absolutely destroy his sandwich, but when he sees you, he tilts his head and sighs, covering his face with one hand and his other holds the sandwich to his mouth) (e.g. 2. you're reading on the couch, bf!eren is sat across from you, your legs on top of his. and because eren never turns his phone ringer off, you hear him take a photo of you. you groan instantly and cover your face with the book, whining his name. he just giggles and adds it to his folder of photos of you)

bf!eren throws grapes at you when you ignore him (lovingly)

bf!eren buys your favourite album on vinyl so he can keep it at his house

bf!eren likes being the little spoon but will be the big spoon if you don't want to <3

bf!eren plays with your fingers when watching tv/movies because he can't sit still to save his life

bf!eren is a golden retriever boyfriend, but he can be such an asshole!!

in part 2 i mentioned he can be so condescending and petty in an argument, and that's because he doesn't know how to express his emotions in a healthy way (but he's working on it with you!!)

in basketball games against certain colleges, bf!eren gets so fired up and aggressive and lippy. he talks so much shit on the court (he's known for it), and isn't afraid to take shit either (which pisses off the other team, and the whole cycle starts again)

but, it's a bonus for you when he gets off the court because he's looking extra hot..... and he knows it...... asshole

bf!eren is such a gossip too, like he hears ONE thing from jean in passing, and suddenly everyone in the group has heard about it... but everybody already knows not to tell bf!eren anything they don't want anyone else to know (the group still makes jokes about how poor jean got scammed by a fake protein powder website (he lost $200 HA.... sorry))

lmao bf!eren's such a little shit <3

[ceilidho]

i really would like to write a proper enemies-to-lovers style book one day but that means not having the main guy be instantly obsessed and in love with the protagonist 😔

[elalalune]

Heyo,

I was wondering if there would be a sequel to your buggy in wonderland au fic. I'm assuming the au is based on the 2010(?) movie, which I watched only to know more about your fic because before that I had only watched the 1953(?) animated film and according to that your au made no sense but when I watched the 2010(?) film it made perfect sense.

So basically what I'm asking is if there will be a sequel to this au of yours cause 'Alice Through the Looking Glass' is amazing and it instantly made me think of your fic (as most AiW things do nowadays) and if your are making a sequel I feel that a good plot would be Time (whose identity does not fit any one piece character I know well) being obsessed with Shanks and being jealous of Buggy and trapping Buggy in his past where we actually meet the Buggy Pirates and then Buggy breaks out of the illusion and rescues Shanks and they get present time Buggy Pirates who are really worried about Buggy and theyalllivehappilyeverafterinwonderland.

Sorry for the rant 😅

Anyways, even if you don't have a sequel planned it's no big deal, the idea has just been swimming in my mind for a bit and I had to get it out.

P.S: How did you come up with the 'Buggy in Wonderland AU'?

Hello! The AU is mostly based on the original novels (Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass)! Especially things like the roles for the characters (ex. Robin = the Mouse in ch.3 of the novel that talks about history to Alice (sidenote, the Mouse also mentions a poem that really fits as foreshadowing for the trial and I can imagine Queen Shanks being like this to Buggy 🫣) (another sidenote, ch.5 has a poem called Father William and I thought it fits Garp 😂)), but I didn't have the plot follow the same events because I'd get bored if everything has to be exactly the same story and I wanted to throw in my own ideas (merging some roles/titles, the pawn/queen candidacy, etc) + I gave Mugi (the fic writer) a lot of creative freedom on what happens in Buggy's adventure

The part where Buggy comes back to wl is based from the 2010 movie but other than that I can't remember anything else since I last watched it when it came out 😂 so I cant claim that as my main inspo

I made this AU because I really love wonderland themed stuff!! I've read so many alice inspired manga and games too (HNKN my beloved 🫶) so I wanted to draw Buggy in Alice's outfit (someday,,) and at first I planned for Shanks to be Bill the Lizard and that he's secretly the Jabberwock but Red Queen/Queen of Hearts worked out better

Your idea for a sequel sounds interesting! Unfortunately I'm not really into Shanks/anyone-that-isnt-buggy even if it's unrequited so I don't have any thoughts on this 😔

Mugi and I do have some ideas for more fics of this AU and it's mostly going to be about their past since we haven't really touched upon most of the world building I mention in the asks because the main fic was in Buggy's pov 😂 though it might be a while before I start bugging Mugi again into writing this

Here's the poems:

[borathae]

“You and Yoongi haven’t taken that certain next step in your relationship yet. But when a sudden sexy scene on screen suprises you, said step seems way easier to take than imagined."

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut, domestic Fluff

Warnings: this is pure lovemaking, subby!Yoongi, gentle dom!Reader, praises, good boy kink, a sex scene in a movie, he gets hard because of it, she rubs him over his sweats :'), he is so cuddly and cute, he sits on her lap :(, thigh riding & dry humping, breast worshipping, body worshipping for both, the best kisses, nipple sucking & play, he has sensitive nipples, oral (f.receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), protected sex, penetrative sex, missionary position with lots of hugs, he also cries cause it feels so good, i wanna scream this is so soft

Wordcount: 10.4k

a/n: This is the softest lil feel good smut I ever wrote 😔 (but it's also really hot wtf, I'm dying here 🥴) I just want them to be happy for eternity 😔 I also think that I made my heart literally burst for good boy!Yoongi, holy moly I didn't know I needed Yoongi with a good boy kink in my life, but I do. Him sitting on her lap does things to me, I wanna treat him so right

You have Yoongi over tonight. He came for warm milk, cookies and a movie after his heaters once again acted up. Not that his acting up heaters are the only reason he came over. He missed you a great deal and really wanted to see you. You instantly said yes because you missed him too and five minutes later, he was by your door with Holly in his arms.

You built a blanket fort in the sunroom and on top of your most comfortable pillows and blankets, you enjoy your delicacies, bundled up and cozy and with a silly romance movie on. 

It has been snowing the entire day. The world is covered in a thick white blanket by now. Inside the cold can’t reach you however, you made sure with big fuzzy socks for the both of you and your trusty old space heaters.

One of which, Levi claimed as his own, now slumbering right in front of it with his nose covered by his paws and his back getting warmed up by the heater. 

He hasn’t bothered to move ever since the neighbour came over. Quite frankly, he is rather annoyed by his frequent visits and the obsessive kissing the two of you like to engage in, in his presence. So he tries not to move too much and sleep until the neighbour is leaving again. 

Not that Yoongi is planning to do so any time soon. As a matter of fact, he is planning on staying overnight.

He reaches into the bowl of popcorn, fetching nothing.

"Oh no, empty", he says. 

"Really? Oh dear. Don’t worry, I have more", you assure him, taking the bowl only to get stopped by Yoongi.

"Don't worry, I got it", he says, pecking your cheek before getting on all fours and crawling out of the blanket fort.

Holly, who had slumbered on a pillow before, lifts his head and jumps to his little feet to waddle after his daddy. He loves the frequent visits to your cottage. It smells so good here and he has a new friend to play with all the time. Holly loves playing with Levi, even if his friend sometimes acts annoyed by their playtime. He also loves tonight. He hopes that his daddy will never ever leave again. Oh dear! He is already so far away. Holly starts running, bumping his head with Yoongi’s leg once caught up.

"Careful Holly", Yoongi tells him, looking down at him.

Holly retorts the look with all the love he can offer. He has the best dad ever! Tonight is awesome!

"Can you get some cookies too?" you call out from the fort.

"Sure", Yoongi says, disappearing inside afterwards with Holly by his side.

He returns soon after, carrying the fruits of his successful hunt in your kitchen. You press play on the movie, accepting the plate of cookies and making space for Holly jumping back in.

"You didn’t have to pause for me", Yoongi tells you.

"Of course I did, you'd have missed so much", you say, welcoming him back under the blanket.

"So warm. I was freezing my butt off outside", he says, snuggling into you. His head is resting on your shoulder, his arm is snug around your waist and one of his legs is lodged right between your thighs. The bowl of popcorn he placed a little further down on your lap. And Holly is slumbering on his pillow again, resting his little chin on his little paws.

"It's not that cold", you tease him, rubbing his arm to get him warm again. 

"Yeah it is, you gotta warm me up."

"Aww poor baby", you coo, hugging him closer all while rubbing his back quickly, "there we go, get warm again."

Yoongi hums contently, focusing his eyes back on the movie while his lips curl into a tiny smile. So nice. He couldn’t ask for a better way too get warmed up.

Soon you can hear the faint sound of him eating popcorn and chuckling at funny parts of the movie and calmness returns.

You and Yoongi spend a lot of time together these days. Even more time than you did back in summer. And you love every single second of it. 

Yoongi is the best time spending partner you could ever ask for. And gosh, he is so sweet and funny and always knows the best stories and his kisses are the best and he smells so nice, his cooking is heavenly too and to top it all off, he likes being the little spoon. Yes, you were aware that you were thoroughly and crazily whipped for him, but can one really blame you if someone as sweet as Yoongi is your boyfriend? Surely one can forgive the quick swooning. 

The point however was, that you and Yoongi are spending a lot of time together and you realised that next to all the little quirks you love to swoon over, Yoongi truly was such an enrichment in your life. You may have sounded like a hormonal teenager at first, but Yoongi is so sweet and he makes you laugh like nobody else does. And even mundane things like cooking or going grocery shopping feel exciting with him. 

You are currently in the phase of your relationship where you get to know each other's cuddling habits. As mentioned before, Yoongi loves being the little spoon. Which was perfect, because you love being the big spoon. Yoongi also loves resting his head on your shoulder or your chest. Which was perfect because you love playing with his hair and feeling the weight of his head rise and sink in sync with your breathing.

Hand holding? Was a shared favourite of both of you.

Napping whilst cuddling? Yoongi showed you the joy of it.

Watching a movie whilst cuddling? You introduced Yoongi to it. 

Making out because of cuddling? Yes. A simple and confident Yes.

So in conclusion, you and him spend a lot of time glued together. A lot of time.

And while that may make one think that you also spend a lot of time glued together without your clothes on, that is not entirely true. 

It has been a while since you got together and while you still had a few hot nights after your reunion, you didn’t really spend a lot of time having sex. 

Especially the traditional type of sex. The type where he sticks his thingy inside of you. That kind.

You didn’t have that yet. 

There was no particular reason for it, the time just didn’t feel right yet.

Which was quite ironic, because on the few occasions where you did end up tangled and horny, you were always this close to getting there. 

One time, you were stopped by Holly barking for his dinner. 

Another time, Yoongi’s one and only condom ripped right as he slipped it on and you had to stop. 

Then it didn't and he was already on top of you, when Levi had the brilliant idea to jump on his back and scratch him (that night wasn’t fun because Yoongi hurt a lot. Levi had to sleep on the couch as punishment). 

And another time you really, really wanted it, only to start your period right when Yoongi wanted to go down on you (you almost broke up with him in embarrassment, but he managed to calm down your hormonal butt with some hugs).

So yes, the stars were not in your favour as far as taking that next step was concerned. 

It wasn’t a big problem, because you didn’t need sex to be happy with Yoongi. Most often than not, simply spending time together was enough fulfillment. 

And in return, Yoongi didn’t make it seem as if he had a problem with it either. 

But you can’t deny that you didn’t begin fantasising about him obsessively. You find yourself masturbating a lot more than you did before you met him. You have two reasons for that. First of all, the memories he gave you. You love thinking back to the steamy times you shared and getting off to them. And second of all, the images of what could be. Bringing Yoongi to orgasm a lot of times has given you memories and those memories like to sneak into your fantasies until they drive you to the point of a soaking wet orgasm around your favourite toy. 

And maybe you shouldn’t keep all those soaking wet orgasms between you, your mind and your favourite toy, but instead experience them with your extremely hot boyfriend. 

It happens then that the two main characters of the movie fall into a passionate kiss. 

"Finally", Yoongi murmurs, "it's what they deserve."

"Mhm", you agree, concentrating on the way they hug. So close and so ready to devour each other. 

You sneak a glance at Yoongi. He is watching with great interest, not noticing your yearning gaze. 

You look back at the screen. The characters have managed to get shirtless by now, pressing each other against the next best wall. 

Yoongi eats popcorn. You look at him again. He is so sexy. Has he always been that sexy? Wow, look at him eating popcorn so sexily. Would it be weird if you reached down there and traced his lips? Or feed him some popcorn before sticking your finger down his throat?

"Damn", he says, averting your attention back to the movie. 

Flustered by your own dirty thoughts, you look back at the screen. Dear heavens, thankfully reading minds isn’t a real thing.

The guy just this moment is ripping through the woman's panties before falling to his knees. No explicit details are shown, just him grabbing her hips and pulling her on his face. The next scene is of her taking a shuddering breath and throwing her head back. 

Yoongi clears his throat, shimmying his hips into another position. Like this his leg isn’t between your thighs anymore and his crotch isn’t pressed into your side. 

It makes you prickle in excitement. Is there a reason for why he moved away?

The scene continues. The characters have reached the bedroom. The woman, now lying on her back, has her legs over the guy's shoulders as he eats her out. No details, just enough to really get the imagination going.

Yoongi coughs, shifting again. You sneak a glance at him. His cheeks are beet red, the colour is spreading over his nose as well. Further down his body. Goddamn, the best parts are hidden behind the blanket. You can’t even check if he is as affected as you feel, because you are. Oh, you are so affected. The scene may not be graphic, but watching it with Yoongi does things to you. Like make you imagine how it would feel to have him on his knees like that.

The scene changes. The man gets pushed into the mattress while the woman climbs between his legs and lowers herself to his best parts. Next the man gasps before his head rolls back and he reaches down to where you assume the woman is giving him head.

"They went all out, didn’t they?" Yoongi says and laughs nervously. 

"Yeah right? They really wanted each other I guess."

"Yeah totally, I get that."

"Same, yeah."

You and him exchange a hasty look. Did he mean it how you meant it? Is he relating to the characters just as you do? Too shy to further probe, you look away and pretend that you weren’t relating. Yoongi does the same, hoping that you can’t hear his racing pulse.

The scene has changed tremendously. Now a big detailed shot of the guy's butt is on screen. It flexes and relaxes with him moving his hips into her. 

"That's a good butt", you say.

"Yeah uhm, true", Yoongi mumbles, tugging at the collar of his shirt. 

The scene continues. More steamy sex on screen and shimmying from Yoongi. The way that man fucks her. So desperate. You are so horny because of it. Which is quite unusual because you never get horny because of movie sex and yet tonight it leaves you soaking your panties. Yoongi is squirming so much and all you can do is imagine how he would act in such a scene with you.

"Jesus christ, how long is that scene?" Yoongi says, gulping secretly. 

"It's really long. They really went all out in the details." 

Just right now it zooms in on the woman scratching her nails down his back. You feel your own fingers scratch down your boyfriend's back. 

He squirms at that, sneaking a devastated look up at you. One you manage to catch because you were in the midst of sneaking a needy look down at him as well. 

He looks away quickly, burning up even more. You can’t stop staring. He is so hot. Dear, he drives you crazy. 

You run your fingers along his spine, watching with a tingling stomach as he very visibly presses his thighs together under the blanket. 

So you bury your hand in his hair, playing with the strands at the nape of his neck. 

A dent appears right on top of his crotch.  One of his hands, most definitely cupping his dick. You wonder if that means that he is trying not to get hard or stop himself from being hard. 

The scene stops. The pillowtalk of the characters is like background noise in your ears. 

"That scene was so long, right?" Yoongi says, getting no answer from you. 

He lifts his gaze with a racing heart, meeting your half-lidded eyes. 

"Right?" he asks quietly, feeling dizzy in nervousness.

You run your fingertips over his scalp, forcing his thighs to rub together while his hand presses down hard.

"Want me to replace that hand of yours? Mhm?" you ask him.

Yoongi widens his eyes to the point you fear that they might accidentally fall out. 

"I, I. Don’t. I. S-sorry what..what?" he stutters.

"The hand you’re keeping between your legs. Want me to replace it?" 

You can watch how he pulls it away.

"With, with w-what?" 

"My own obviously."

"But the movie, don’t you, you wanna watch?" 

"Do you?" 

Yoongi gulps. 

He reaches for your hand and tugs it on top of his crotch. The feeling sends excitement through you. He's sporting a semi, one you know became bigger after the bold stunt you just pulled. 

He sighs shakily, parting his lips. 

"You're already hard", you say, rubbing your palm up and down his clothed length.

He flutters his lashes before lowering his gaze. With a shy little whimper, he snuggles into you, hiding his face in the side of your arm and grasping it with his fingers. 

"You're so cute", you whisper, making him twist your sleeve and keen quietly. 

Adorable. You place your fingers around his tip, massaging it gently and with enough pressure that he has to make a sound again. 

"Does that feel nice?" you ask him.

"Yeah, feels nice", he breathes, letting out a shuddering sigh afterwards, "don’t stop please."

You weren’t planning on stopping. Touching Yoongi is too much fun to stop. He is so much fun to touch because he gets hard so easily. Just as right now, he is already significantly harder than when you started. 

You abandon his tip to rub your entire palm up and down his length. You give his balls a little massage each time you reach them for some extra loving. One Yoongi accepts happily with a squeeze of his thighs and a shy moan into your chest. 

He is nuzzling so much, bordering nudging almost. His nose is poking your sideboob constantly, his lips press into your soft flesh, searching for you. 

"Yoongi look at me", you order lovingly and with a soft sigh, your boyfriend lifts his head. 

His eyes are half-lidded, spilling over in both love and arousal. 

"Do you want to suck my nipples?" you ask him, feeling how this makes his dick twitch.

"Yeah", he croaks, licking his lips. 

"And do you want to kiss my lips?" you probe, feeling him twitch once again.

"Yeah…" he breathes, rubbing his thighs together.

"Pick one and you can do it."

Yoongi whines, giving you a pout.

"Go ahead. Be a good boy and pick one", you encourage him, basking in the needy roll his hips do.

Good boy. You realised that those two words carry magic with them. Yoongi didn’t have to tell you that they get him, because he did a terrible job at hiding how turned on he gets by it, but he still told you. With blushing cheeks and a semi hard cock in his sweats. That was the night the condom ripped. Truly, it was tragic. 

"Be my good boy, Yoongi", you whisper.

Yoongi mewls, using his abs to chase you with parted lips and his eyes glued to your mouth. You let him chase you, making it oh so hard for him by increasing the pressure of your touches.

But Yoongi is stubborn and needy and he really wants to kiss you. And because he wants it so, so bad, he becomes creative. He sits up and climbs on your lap, plopping down on you with a huff of air. 

"That is-" you get interrupted by him hooking his arms behind your head and claiming your lips in a kiss. 

It was a chaste kiss. One meant to test the waters. Yoongi pulls back, giving you the biggest puppy eyes ever. 

"That's so hot", you whisper, running your hands down his sides. 

Yoongi squirms under your touch, feeling shivers run down his spine. His breathing hitches in his throat when you reach the especially sensitive part of his waist. You grab it, knead it and pull him closer. Not close enough so that his dick would press into your tummy, but close enough that his breath hitches yet again. 

"Does that mean you made your decision?" you ask him, sending shivers down his spine with your amazing touch.

"Kiss me, I wanna kiss you", Yoongi answers you, yearning oh so much that it hurts.

You just have to tilt your head and Yoongi understands. You fall into a deep kiss, one which is clearly controlled by how horny you both are. He hooks his fingers behind your neck, while you grip his hips tightly.

A moan rolls over his tongue and tickles your lips. You answer him just as needily, pulling him closer until he is flush against you. Like this his hard dick is finally pressing into your tummy and Yoongi is so needy that he begins grinding into you the moment he feels that warm pressure on his length. 

The kiss breaks just enough that he can press out a curse, then you have him already pulled back. Yoongi mewls and keens, cupping your face with his hands. Big and warm and oh so gentle. His thumbs caress your cheekbones, doing it with so much passion that you are aware of how horny he actually is, even if he is holding you with such gentleness. 

You are horny too. So, so much that you have to rub your thighs together for some sort of friction. It’s not enough but it stills some of the ache. Not much, because rubbing your thighs together means that Yoongi gets the perfect stimulation on his balls and that makes him sound even sweeter. 

So you grab his butt. Which is the most counterproductive thing to do in this situation. His butt feels so nice to hold, round and plumb and so perfectly sexy. 

Yoongi presses himself closer, moaning into the kiss. He becomes restless in his movements, grinding his length against you to the point that he is soaking right through his briefs and sweats. 

It turns you on so much. This is the first time Yoongi is on your lap (at least that you can remember) and the experience is awesome. He is just perfectly heavy and his thighs are so soft where they touch you. It is also very nice to have him move on top of you. He is smooth yet horny in his movements. His butt is tensing sometimes, his balls feel so warm and plumb on your thigh while his dick feels so hard and hot against your tummy. The sensations are new, but so addicting. 

You break the kiss, panting heavily. Yoongi does too, squeezing your cheeks in a desperate attempt to get you back on his lips.

"This is so hot", you whisper shakily.

"Yeah", he agrees, chasing you cutely. 

You don’t let him win, but still make him grind against you to really rile him up.

"You look so pretty on my lap", you praise, watching how this makes his cheek turn pink, "you're my pretty kitten", you add just for the fun of it. 

Yoongi flusters terribly, having to hide his face in the crook of your neck. The sound he makes is just slightly pitched and oh so cute. 

He ruts against you, tickling your neck with his moans and open-mouthed kisses. His butt sticks out in the new position and you use it to really keep him close, guiding his movements with a strong and confident grip. 

Yoongi gladly lets you guide him, as a matter of fact, he needs it. He needs you pinning him against you and keeping him close and oh so sensitive from so much friction. He needs your fingers digging into his buttocks and he hopes that you manage to bruise him. He needs the guidance because it makes him feel so dizzy and dumb in pleasure. 

"That feels so nice", you sigh, enjoying his neck kisses with closed eyes. Yoongi is doing such a good job. His lips are so soft and so eager to explore every inch of your neck. His tongue is shy, yet also so hungry, tickling you each time he dares to lick your skin. 

It also feels amazing to have his quickly moving chest press against you. It squishes your boobs and leaves you with a warm, fuzzy feeling everywhere. 

It also makes you incredibly desperate to feel his naked chest press into your naked boobs like that. 

"Wanna be shirtless", you say.

Yoongi lifts his head even if it is difficult because he loves being nestled into you so much. 

"Me too", he says, stopping his grinds for the sake of taking his shirt off. Even if this is the worst thing to do. He doesn’t want to stop, he wants to keep riding your thigh.

He begins tugging his shirt up, only to be stopped by you taking over for him. You hook your fingers in the hem of his shirt and pull it up his torso.

"Oh?" Yoongi flusters, "okay", he says, lifting his arms for you. 

You tug the shirt off his head and over his arms, ruffling up his blonde hair in the process. He looks shy, but leans into your touch when you go to fix his messy hair. 

He giggles, touching your shoulders.

"You're so pretty", you say, caressing his cheek.

His eyes flit down, he squirms. Praises fluster him so much.

"C-can I undress you too?" he asks shyly.

"Yes, do it", you allow him, lifting your arms. 

Yoongi works carefully. He makes sure that your nose doesn’t accidentally get caught and he is even careful not to mess up too much of your hair. 

He throws the shirt to the side and touches your shoulders, trailing them up and down slowly. He takes a look at you, squirming on your lap.

"You're so pretty", he says, flustering you.

"Thank you", you whisper, "can you touch me?"

He nods his head, dancing his hands from your shoulders down to your chest. You arch into his touch, feeling charged in anticipation. 

It is a tender touch. Yoongi cups your boobs before he runs his thumbs right over the sensitive skin. 

"So pretty", he whispers.

"Don't stop", you sigh, feeling tingles run down your spine until it turns into warmth between your legs. 

"Can I use my mouth?" he makes sure to which you allow him with a nod of your head and an arch of your back. 

He starts off slowly, placing the first kiss of many on top of your shoulder. He kisses your neck too and down your collarbone. He worships your chest all the way down to the swell of your breasts. Every kiss makes you sigh, every touch makes you shiver. 

Yoongi places the first kiss on your breasts right next to your left nipple. You harden in an instant, aching for him to place the next kiss right on top. 

But he doesn’t. He trails his kisses across your chest, massaging your softness at the same time. Another kiss right next to your right nipple. Once again it pebbles, sending a shiver down to your warm core.

Then he lifts his head, just enough that he can gaze at you. 

"My beautiful", he breathes, giving you a shy smile.

Your heart flutters, your stomach tingles. Yoongi keeps looking at you as he finally places his kiss on top of your nipple. First a kiss, then his lips wrap around it and he sucks softly. 

"Oh", you let out, struggling to keep up the eye contact, "feels….good…" 

Yoongi agrees in a hum, releasing your nipple in a soft slurp. 

"Feels so nice", he says, "I love your boobs. They’re so pretty", he whispers, looking at you with so much adoration that you feel warm all over. 

He trails his kisses to your other nipple and with soft, loving lips he gives it the same treatment as the other one. 

Your eyelids flutter, you find it so difficult to breathe. His mouth is so warm and wet and his tongue is so soft. You have never felt that sensitive on your nipple, you swear that for a moment you wanted to scream. 

Not that you do, instead you take a bundle of his platinum blonde hair and twist it. 

"It's seriously so good", you croak.

Yoongi slips off, "yeah? Is good?"

"So good, don’t stop", you sigh and sigh again when he sucks on your tender breast. He takes your other nipple between his lips afterwards all whilst squeezing your breasts together and using his fingers for a tingling massage.

He stops for just a moment to rest his cheek on your soft breasts. He nuzzles, making a cute sound as he does. 

“You’re so cute”, you say, having to giggle. 

“You have the softest boobies, mhhm”, he says and hums as he rubs his cheek against you like a cuddly cat, “so soft and warm.”

“God Yoongi, you cutie.”

Yoongi lifts his head, pressing himself flush against you. Like this you can finally feel his naked chest against your naked breasts. He hooks his arms behind your head and smiles. You retort it, dancing your hands up his sensitive sides. 

“Oh”, he lets out, gaze becoming droopy. He squirms then shudders. A shy giggle follows, “you make me shiver, feels so nice”, he confesses.

“Yeah? Is good?” you ask him, tugging him from your body just enough that you can place kisses on his neck. 

Yoongi tilts his head to the side, letting out the loudest sigh ever. His eyes are shut closed, his pouty lips are parted in bliss. He feels those kisses everywhere. They feel like tingles on his scalp, electric sparks in his stomach and fire between his legs. 

“Is good…”, he sighs, “ah…”

Down his neck and to his collarbones. They always look so pretty when they poke out from his shirt collar. Perfectly dainty and so pretty. You nibble on them softly then leave a kiss. 

He giggles, writhing on your lap.

“Hehe”, you let out, smiling as you press the next kiss to his chest. And again. Down, down, down his sternum which makes your sweet lover squirm and giggle again. 

His skin tastes so sweet and feels oh so soft under your lips. You want more. Your kisses trail along his left pec, inching closer and closer to his nipple. Yoongi’s breath hitches, his back arches slightly. Away again, teasing him just as he teased you. Over his chest and to his other nipple. Goosebumps cover his skin as you place your kiss right next to it.

“___”, he giggles, covering his chest with his hands balled to fists. He is shy, he can’t help it. 

“It’s okay”, you assure him, wrapping your fingers around his wrists to tug his fists away. You place a kiss next to his nipple again, just a little bit further up. 

Yoongi giggles and tries to cover himself again. It feels so, so good that he can barely even handle it. His squirming soon comes to a stop when you tug his arms behind his back and hold them there with one hand wrapped around his wrists. Like this, his back is arched slightly and his chest sticks out so perfectly. 

You lift your gaze, catching Yoongi gulping with his eyes widened. 

“Be my good boy and keep those arms behind your back”, you order lovingly.

Yoongi gulps again, squeezing his thighs around your own in a needy squirm. 

 “Can you do that? Can you be my good boy and keep those arms away so I can play with your nipples?” 

Yoongi lowers his gaze shyly, blushing most ardently. He nods his head. 

“Yes?” you make sure. 

“Yes”, he whispers, writhing on your lap. 

“And why is that?” 

“Because I’m your good boy”, he can barely even get the words out, lowering his head in shyness. 

“Exactly, my good boy”, you praise, rewarding him with a kiss to his neck. 

“Ah”, Yoongi lets out in surprise. His first reaction was to reach to his front and hold you, but then remembered that he was supposed to be good. He intertwines his fingers with each other, giving his hands a little squeeze. He needs to keep his arms behind his back. That’s what you want from him. 

His obedience gets rewarded by you with the most amazing kisses down his chest and back to his left nipple. You tickle it out of hiding with your fingertips and when Yoongi feels like moaning from how sensitive he feels, you press a kiss on it. 

Yoongi moans, squeezing his thighs together. You suck on his nipple and Yoongi has to squeeze his hands again. He makes a desperate sound, so desperate in fact that you lift your head in worry. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask him, studying his heated face. 

Yoongi looks at you with glassy eyes.

“My, my nipples are really sensitive”, he confesses, lowering his gaze, “it feels like a lot.”

“You have sensitive nipples?” you ask him, placing your hands on his ribs right under his pecs. 

“Yeah, really sensitive”, he says quietly, nodding his head. 

“That’s so sexy”, you say, touching his pecs. Your thumbs rest just under his nipples. One little movement and they would touch him, “do you like attention to them? Or is it really too much?” 

“I like it”, he says and writhes as you move your thumbs. In the wrong direction. It was on purpose and meant to tease him, “but it overwhelms me easily, because it’s so intense.”

“Poor cutie, it overwhelms you?” you ask, placing your thumbs on his nipples. 

“Ah”, Yoongi lets out, arching his back while his brows shoot up in surprise. He tenses his arms to keep them behind his back. 

The movements begin. Soft circles with a faint pressure. You focus it right on the tips of his sensitive nipples and Yoongi swears his veins feel as if electricity is running through them. 

“If I do this long enough, will it feel so, so sensitive?” you ask him tauntingly, watching in delight how his brows knit together and he squeezes his eyes shut. 

“Yeah”, he squeaks out, squeezing his thighs together again. The dent in his sweats is so big, he leaves such a wet spot on the fabric, his nipples are seriously so swollen. He is so handsome like this. 

Yoongi gasps then moans, tensing his arms even more. 

“Please”, he begs, fleeing in a squirm until your thumbs slip from his nipples.

You giggle, pulling him back with a firm grip on his waist. 

“Stay put, honeybun”, you order, “don’t flee from it.”

“I’m too sensitive”, he whines, widening his eyes when despite his complaints you wrap your soft lips around his right nipple.

He exhales audibly, dropping his head. 

"Please", he begs only to get his left nipple sucked on while you flick your fingers over his right one. The touch makes his toes curl and for his body to tense unbearably, "sensitive please."

"Mhm, so sexy", you mumble, kissing your way back to his neck all while your fingers are flicking and rolling his nipples. 

Yoongi reaches for you. He can’t help it. All of this is so overwhelming. He doesn’t know how to handle it.

“Yoongi, your arms”, you warn, lifting your head from his neck. Your fingers you keep on his nipples, rolling gently.

“I’m sorry”, he says, falling into your chest, “sorry, I’m so sensitive, please I need a break”, he confesses and nuzzles his face back into your neck to kiss you. 

This time around the other side and he treats it with so much devotion that you feel like floating. You let your eyes fall closed, melting under his touches. His hips are moving again, grinding his most sensitive parts against your body. His sweet lips feel like magic against your neck, his tender fingers draw little hearts on your back.

“That’s nice, I like this break”, you say, caressing his sides and back.

“Me too, it’s so good”, Yoongi whispers, moaning softly as he places the next kiss on your neck. And the next and next and next until it turns into a constant stream of warmth and his hips begin rutting against you. You can feel just how much harder he became because of the attention you gave his nipples. You really thought that it wasn’t possible, but apparently it was. 

"You're so hard for me, my cutie", you say, kneading his most sensitive part of his waist.

"You make me so hard", he breathes, kissing your jawline with his eager lips.

You feel so cozy. All of this is just so perfect. The sounds of the movie serve as quiet background noises. There is currently a slow love song playing, which fits the mood just perfectly. The blanket fort gives you such a sense of protection. Right now it is just you and him hidden from the rest of the world under a roof of pink and purple blankets and with fairy lights as your own little starry sky. The air is so warm in here, your heated bodies warm it up even more. And the scent of his perfume is tickling your nose, mixing with the sweet smell of honey butter popcorn and cinnamon tea. 

Truly all of this is so cozy. Especially now that you have his naked skin against yours. It is so soft. And warm. And good. This is all so good.

Yoongi lifts his head, “___”, he sighs, rubbing the tip of his nose against your cheek, “I’m so turned on, seriously.”

“Me too, it’s sticking to my thighs.”

“That’s so hot”, Yoongi whines and ruts against you, “ah ___, I want you.”

“I want you too”, you tell him, meaning it like nothing else.

He looks at you with droopy eyes, cupping your cheeks. 

“Do you think that maybe you want to try again?” he asks. 

“I really want to try again.”

He smiles, “lets hope Levi doesn’t scratch me again”, he jokes and laughs. 

You snicker, “we’ll keep him locked out. He lost the right last time.”

“Hopefully he knows. The fort is kinda wacky in its defenses.”

He makes you laugh, “should we go to the bedroom? We’d have more space too.”

Yoongi nods his head, climbing off your lap, “I have to get the condoms either way.”

You and him meet again in the bedroom. For a moment Holly wanted to slip inside too, but then Yoongi told him to go to his spot on the sofa and behave. Which Holly did, very groggily because he wanted to stay with his parents. 

Yoongi closes the door behind him. 

“Lock it too. Levi knows how to open doors.”

“Good thinking”, he says, locking it. 

He turns, studying you. You are sitting on the edge of the bed by now, looking at him with hungry eyes. He hurries to you, sitting down next to you. 

“Look”, he opens his palm, “I got three, just in case. Now nothing can stop us.”

“Yeah, for real. I had my period last weekend, so that won’t stop us either.” 

“That’s good”, Yoongi says, nodding his head. 

“Yeah, yeah”, you agree, sneaking a glance at him. 

You feel it and Yoongi feels it too. Now that some time has passed where you and him weren’t completely entangled, some of that shyness has returned and now it feels just a little bit awkward to sit here shirtless and turned on. 

Yoongi, who feels just a little bit less nervous, speaks up. He turns to you, taking your hand in his. 

“Are you nervous?” he asks you. 

“Just a little”, you confess, “now that we’re really good to go, it feels so real and I feel a little fuzzy.”

“Me too. I’m really nervous too”, he says, caressing your knuckles. 

“Really?”

He nods his head, “this is so special to me and I want this to be perfect.”

“It’s already really perfect”, you assure him, making him smile shyly. 

“That’s really good to know”, he says and chuckles softly, “god ___, my heart’s racing so much. Feel it.”

“Wow, it’s racing so much”, you gasp with your hand on his chest, “feel mine”, you say, placing his hand on your chest just as he did with you. 

“Just as much”, he says and giggles. 

“Yeah”, you giggle, drawing closer to him. 

He draws closer as well, placing his arm around your waist. The touch makes you want to climb on his lap and so you do. Yoongi accepts his sweet fate gladly, caressing your hips with eager hands. 

You lean in, kissing him deeply. Yoongi moans, kissing you back immediately. Now you are back to where you left off. Horny and so needy for the other. No more nervousness, you really want him and Yoongi wants you. You begin groping him, motivating him to do the same to you. 

You bask in his touches with a needy moan, one Yoongi retorts before his tongue darts out and asks for yours. You give it to him gladly, sticking it into his mouth until he sucks on it before swirling his tongue around it. It was a movement of seconds, but leaves you wanting it again. Yoongi knows without words, sucking and playing with your tongue whilst feeding you his own. Tongue kissing like this makes him so goddamn horny. It’s so good, especially when you grind your warm core against his thigh. 

Yoongi breaks the kiss, letting the string of saliva, connecting your tongues, break. You chase him with a needy moan, but Yoongi doesn’t let you win for the sake of asking a very important question. 

“Can I eat you out?” he asks. 

“You want to eat me out?” you gasp. 

“Yeah, I wanna make you feel really good before I fuck you”, he explains, feeling you squeeze your thighs together. 

“That sounds so hot. I want it”, you say. 

“Thank you, god thank you”, he says, kissing you passionately. He lifts you just long enough that he can get up and then place you on the mattress right by the edge. Yoongi has to bend down and prop himself up on his hands to keep kissing you. You hold his face safely, caressing the back of his thighs with your feet.

Yoongi ate you out one time already. It was one of those evenings that started with cuddles, turned into fumbles then ended with you giving each other head. It was also one of those evenings which did not end in you trying to have penetrative sex and it is a very nice memory in your mind. Yoongi is very talented with his mouth. Quite frankly, the first time he went down on you, you almost kicked him in the face because you were so surprised by how nice it felt.

Yoongi breaks the kiss, giving you a sweet smile. 

“Can I undress you?” he asks. 

“Yes, you can”, you allow him, touching his pecs, “I’m so excited.”

His smiles grows, “you are?” 

“Mh-hm, you do that so well.”

He tries not to, but still flusters, “you’re really good too”, he murmurs, hiding his face in your neck before he completely dies in giddiness.

He begins trailing his kisses down your torso, holding your sides in his big hands. Not an inch gets missed out. Your chest gets worshipped, your nipples sucked on until they are swollen. Then your ribs and upper stomach until his lips naturally find their way down to your lower tummy and the hem of your pants. He has gotten you to the point where only squirming really helps to still some of the bubbling heat between your legs. Not that it really helps, only his mouth can bring true relief. 

“I’ll do it now”, he says. 

“Just do it”, you sigh, lifting your butt off the mattress. 

Yoongi works quickly, pulling off your sweats and throwing them on the ground. Your panties he keeps on solely so he can run his fingertips down your terribly sensitive inner thighs. The touch makes you groan in pure desperation. You swear, you never opened your legs further than you do right now. 

“You’re really wet already”, he says, staring at your soaked panties stuck between your puffy lips. He runs his thumbs right next to where you want him most, making your hips roll against nothing. 

“Don’t tease”, you grumble, furrowing your brows.

“I’m not, just taking it slow”, he says, which earns him a dark look from you. He grins, “sorry, I’ll speed up.”

Not that he really speeds up. He takes off your panties unbearably slow. So slow that you decide to help him by tugging your legs out of them the moment it is possible. Then it is back to staring at him with a tingling stomach and way too little sanity left. 

Yoongi balls up the fabric and guides it to his lips. He kisses it as he looks at you, making you gulp because it is so hot to watch. 

“You’re so hot”, you whisper.

Yoongi lowers the panties and places them on top of the mattress. He falls to his knees afterwards, burying his face in the softness of your inner thigh. 

“God”, you groan, dropping your head in the sheets. 

His hand is holding you, his lips are so eager in their kisses. He leaves them all the way down to where your middle meets your thigh, then he changes legs and begins his kisses on your other side. Needy and hungry. The closer he gets to where you want him most, the hotter you feel. 

He places his kiss on the spot where your thigh meets your middle. You reach down and grab a bundle of his hair. 

“Don’t tease”, you warn, giving him a soft tug. 

“Am not”, he defends himself, turning his head to finally place a kiss on top of your core. 

“Yes”, you sigh, letting your legs fall over his shoulders. 

Yoongi accepts them happily, running his hands up and down your heated skin. He darts his tongue out, lapping up your sweetness carefully. 

“That’s nice”, you tell him, wanting to twist his hair but holding back. 

Yoongi shifts his attention from your entrance to your clit. He gives you slow kitten licks, checking your face for confirmation that what he was doing was good. 

What he doesn’t know is that it isn’t just good, it’s incredible. You let your jaw go slack and moan loudly. 

Yoongi closes his eyes, bursting in happiness. He begins putting more pressure in his licks and finally truly does what he is best at. 

The difference makes you arch your back and your toes curl. Warm and wet, his tongue grinds against your clit, twisting your stomach in constant tingles. You tug on his hair, because you can’t help it anymore. 

“It’s really good, ah Yoongi”, you say and retort to moaning. Talking is hard when he turns your entire body into jelly. 

Yoongi moans into your pussy, changing up his licks for sucks. The pressure around your bundle of nerves forces your legs to fall open even when they are around his neck. It forces them to slip off his shoulders, but Yoongi catches them before they can fall, placing them on the mattress instead. 

One second of break so he can kiss each of your inner thighs and then he is already back on your pussy, using the newfound freedom to really bury himself in there. Like this, your legs are so nicely spread and your pussy is so revealed, that he really gets the best spots easily. 

“Don’t you stop”, you croak, opening your legs even more. You don’t care just how needy this makes you look, because quite frankly? Why should you lie? You are needy. Very, very needy and Yoongi deserves to know, because it’s all his fault. If he wouldn’t be so cute and sweet and hot and his mouth wasn’t that good, you wouldn’t be that needy. It’s his fault and he has to know. 

You reach down with your other hand, running both of them through his golden locks. It serves as both praise and your own pleasure. Yoongi has the softest hair and it feels so good when you can play with it as he eats you out. Yoongi loves it too, shivering unbearably whilst wanting to do even better. 

He manages to do so by tickling your entrance with his pointer finger while he flicks his tongue over your clit. The joined sensation sends a shake through your legs, forcing a trembling moan past your lips. 

Yoongi continues the movements until you feel so charged in sensitivity that you can only release said tension by bucking your hips up. It makes it a little easier to bear, but doesn’t help in the long run because Yoongi continues doing his magic until you once again feel so charged that you have to buck your hips up. It is then that you realise that this is your fate right now. He will flick his tongue and finger until you feel like snapping and only fucking the air can bring some sort of relief. 

“You, you seriously gonna make me, me c-cum”, you stutter, flinching and twitching once again, “I’m serious Yoongi, ah god.”

Yoongi moans, peeling his eyes open to gaze. You look so beautiful when you are lost in pleasure. Especially when he is between your legs and he can look up at you. He flicks his tongue, swirls his finger. 

“Yoongi, I’m serious”, you squeak out, rolling your hips up again. 

The time between charging and releasing gets shorter and shorter. He gets you there way too quickly. It’s so unfair because you can barely even breathe. 

“Serious”, you croak, arching your back, “Yoongi, god.”

You warned him and yet he isn’t stopping. He is so mean. You are actually going to cum on his mouth. 

What you still haven’t figured out yet in your sex scrambled brain is that this is exactly what Yoongi wants. He wants you to lose yourself on his tongue. He wants to taste you and feel how you throb and then he wants to kiss your clit until you flinch in overstimulation. He also knows that an orgasm gets you wet. Drenched even. And that is how he wants you to be when he fucks you, because he wants you to feel so good. 

“Okay you, you gotta…stop..or else…it’s too”, you stop talking just to croak out a moan, “late”, you moan, bucking your hips up. 

Yoongi purrs, flicking his tongue over your clit as he drags his finger through your swollen folds. He cups your breast and squeezes your nipple, sending a bolt of pleasure down to your core. 

“Yoongi!” you yelp, twisting his hair as he forces your body to climax, “what the- ah”, you moan, shaking out of control. This is insane. How good can a high feel? Yoongi is crazy for being so good.

Yoongi holds you until your aggressive trembling stops, flicking his tongue the entire time while his finger presses against your entrance so he can feel it pulsate.

One last shake and an arch of your back and you drop, letting your wobbly legs fall open even if that stretches your hip flexors quite a lot. 

“Son of a binky bonky”, you get out, wheezing for air, “what was that?”

Yoongi smiles triumphantly, littering your throbbing clit in kisses. He is seriously so horny that his dick hurts, but he has to stay here until it gets too much for you. This is all he needs right now. To kiss your clit with all his devotion

You hiss, flinching away, “sensitive, wait”, you tell him, giving his hair a firm tug. 

Yoongi abandons your clit to begin kissing his way up your torso again. He stands up gradually as he goes, crawling more and more on the bed until he ends his journey on your neck and he can sit himself down on your lap, which you so happily got ready for him. 

He cups your face, pulling you into a deep kiss. He uses his tongue instantly, feeding you the lingering taste of your sweetness alongside his needy moans.

“Yoongi sweets”, you break the kiss, “give me a moment, I need to breathe.”

Yoongi presses out a curse, burying his face back in your neck, “I want you so goddamn bad”, he confesses, dragging his tongue up to your ear. He takes it between his teeth and whimpers solely to rile you up.

“Mhm sweets, feels good”, you sigh. 

“I’m so hard, it hurts”, he confesses, rolling his hips on your lap. His cock barely grinds against your stomach in the position and it’s driving him insane. 

You run your hands to his butt, dance them over his hips until you reach his front. Yoongi’s breath shudders. 

“Oh god”, he croaks, pressing himself closer, “fuck me please.”

“That’s hot”, you gasp, widening your eyes in surprise. You did not expect him to talk like this, but you aren’t complaining. 

“Please”, he pleads, sounding so uncharacteristically Yoongi as he does. He must be so needy. You seriously have never heard him that desperate before. It makes you want him like never before. 

“Then get naked and take me”, you tell him.

“Thank you”, he moans the words, stumbling off your lap with wobbly knees. 

In the time he takes to get rid of his sweats and briefs, you make yourself comfortable in the middle of your bed, sitting up to watch him. He is struggling a little to roll the condom on because of how excited he is and once he actually got it on, he managed to stroke his cock so sensitive that it is rockhard against his stomach. And we are speaking rockhard. You almost start to worry for him because of just how hard he is.

He climbs on bed and on all fours, he crawls to you. 

“You’re so hard”, you say, wrapping your arms around him. 

“I’m so turned on, seriously I want you so bad”, he says, kissing you desperately. 

It happens naturally that you fall into the pillows and Yoongi follows right along, finding his spot between your legs with his dick resting right on your pussy. He rolls his hips into you, grinding his hard length over your clit. 

The kiss breaks because you both needed to moan. Yoongi rests his forehead against yours, having his eyes squeezed shut.

"That's amazing", you whisper.

"Is good yeah", he agrees, "are you ready?” he asks.

“So ready. I want it like this.”

“Same, I can’t wait”, he says, reaching between your bodies to align himself with you, “really ready?”

“Just-”, you roll your hips up, forcing him to slide in, “-do it.”

“O-oh god”, Yoongi groans, falling to his elbows, “___”, he moans squeakily, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. This is it. The moment he is finally home.

“Yoongi”, you get out, staring at the ceiling with widened eyes. 

So that is how that feels. What in the ever living. This feels incredible. 

“Holy moly”, you whisper, “that’s amazing.”

“It’s incredible. Fuck”, he presses out and shudders, “sorry, I keep cursing.”

“It’s fine”, you assure him, running your hands up his back, “can you move?”

“I’ll try”, he says and begins rocking his hips into you slowly, “my love”, he croaks, trembling, “fuck, that feels good.”

“It feels so good”, you agree, letting your eyes flutter closed.

You are happy that you finally managed to take the next step. Nothing could have really prepared you for just how good it feels. To feel his weight on top of you and heated skin against yours as his length shifts inside of you, feels like magic.

“How are you doing?” Yoongi checks in on you. 

“Good, feels so good. You?” 

“Incredible”, he says and buries himself deeper, “so incredible."

"Oh that’s so deep", you get out before you turn your head to bury your face in his neck, "Yoongi…don't stop."

Yoongi shakes his head to tell you that he won’t, wrapping his arm around you to cradle you close. Like this you are safe between his arm and his neck, drowning in his sweet scent and feeling invincible.

"So nice, oh so nice."

You are also kind of happy that you were stopped during all your other tries. Tonight is so perfect. You felt good and nice during your other tries, but tonight you feel so cozy and fuzzy that your entire body tingles and you swear that you could fly if only you tried.

"I can feel you so well", you sigh.

"Same, you’re so soft and warm", he tells you, having to moan afterwards. He can’t do much more. Not when he is finally inside of you and you feel so goddamn good.

But you are also a little sad that you were stopped all those times before. Oh, all the times you and him could have floated on the pleasure. It makes you want to pull him closer just to make sure that you can make up for all those lost moments.

So you do. You wrap your arms around him and pull him as close as possible. It shifts his length deeper and makes his tip kiss your favourite parts each time he rolls his hips into you.

“Yes please”, he presses out, shivering. 

“Feels good?” you say, hugging him tighter. You even wrap your legs around his thighs, pulling him closer that way. 

“___, my love”, he croaks, letting out a soft sob. 

“Are you crying?” you gasp. 

He shakes his head, but sobs again, “feels so good, I love you so much.”

“Oh”, you whisper, feeling your heart almost burst out of your chest. This is the first time he said the L-word to you. You smile, pressing him closer with a hand on the back of his head. His length feels so much better all of a sudden, leaving behind a warm tingle in your lower stomach and between your legs. 

“I love you too”, you whisper, feeling how this makes him tremble and then for his hips to speed up. 

Bear in mind, they are still incredibly slow and gentle, but there is definitely a sense of desperation in his movements. You feel good all over because of it. He is grinding right against your clit too, which makes you feel even better. 

"I love you, fuck I love you", he chants, showering you in his emotions one roll of his hips at a time, “I love you, this is the best. I love you.”

With a moan of his name, you reach down to hold one side of his waist. The other hand you keep buried in his hair. He stutters in his movements, mewling into your neck. 

“Is it nice for you?”

“Yeah”, he presses out, letting out a little sob afterwards, “so good.”

“For me too, my love”, you whisper, pressing his hips closer for more friction.

Yoongi shudders on top of you, letting out a soft grunt afterwards, “don’t do that please”, he begs with his lips pressed against your temple.

“Why not?” you ask him, making his hips move against you all whilst chasing him. The friction is incredible, oh he feels so good inside of you.

“I’m so close. Don’t wanna cum.”, he confesses.

“Why not, honeybun? Don’t you want to feel good?” you encourage him, rolling your hips up. 

“I do”, he mewls, “please ___, I’m gonna cum.”

You lock your legs around his hips, grinding against him vigorously. He had no mercy for you when you told him that you were close and you are all for returning the favour. He can shake and beg all he wants, he will cum for you. Soon. 

“I can’t hold back anymore, please”, he begs, resorting to twisting the pillow edge. 

“Then don’t hold back”, you rasp, clenching around him. 

Yoongi crumbles instantly. He climaxes as if it was his sole purpose on this earth, holding you so close you wonder if he wanted to melt with you. He tries to moan but ends up gasping for air and then falling silent with his mouth agape against your neck.

Yoongi swears that for a second he feared that he will pass out. It feels so good. He could cry from how good it feels. Maybe he does, that would explain why his cheeks feel so wet once he somehow calms down. 

He trembles in his aftershock, gasping for air whilst trying to swallow at the same time. It results in him making little sounds of “mhm” and “hm”. 

He pulls out way too soon for your liking, dropping on the mattress next to you. Gulping, he is still trying to recover, finding some sort of relief by nuzzling his face into your neck. 

“Touch me Yoongi, I want to cum too”, you try and to your sweet surprise, Yoongi somehow manages to let one of his hands disappear between your legs. He lets two of his fingers slip into you and presses his palm against your clit. You moan, rolling your head to the side so you could face him. 

Yoongi looks completely ruined, but tries to look somehow presentable for you. He forces a smile to his lips even if he is oh so tired. You retort it, shivering under his skilled touches. 

"You're so beautiful", he breathes, curling his fingers against your favourite spot.

“Yoongi”, you whimper.

“Is it nice?” he makes sure, scooting closer so he could rest his forehead against yours.

“Yeah, not long”, you whisper, cupping his cheek, “kiss me, sweets.”

Yoongi kisses you gladly, moaning so sweetly for you. He kisses you until you tense around him and even then he kisses you, deepening the kiss until you can suck on his tongue. You fall over the edge just like this. Tongue kissing him while his fingers curl against your sensitive g-spot. 

You feel like puddy once your high finally stops, dropping into the pillows completely limp and oh so happy. Yoongi pulls out of you, caring not to wipe his fingers before he cradles you in his arms and holds you close. Quite frankly, he doesn’t care about anything for the next ten minutes and neither do you, falling into the nicest post sex nap.

When you finally do find yourselves coming to your senses again, his dick has softened and the condom is barely holding on. Thankfully he is only touching the side of your leg. 

“I should get up and clean up, but I’m so comfy”, Yoongi mumbles with his cheek squished against your shoulder. He drooled a little, but you don’t seem to mind.

“I should get up and pee, but I’m so tired”, you murmur, arm resting around him. You have never felt that content before.

He chuckles tiredly, as do you. 

“Did you just doze off too?” he asks. 

“Yeah, I said bye for a moment”, you say, making him laugh. 

“Same”, he says, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as best as possible, “you just ruined me.”

“Honestly same, that was really good.”

“Yeah, I’m so happy we finally managed to go through with it.”

You snort, “yeah, totally.”

He smiles against your skin, “I’ll try not to cum so soon next time. Sorry, that was a mess, I was just way too excited like an idiot.”

“No, it was amazing. Don’t feel bad, the timing was perfect.”

“Yeah? So you’re not mad that I didn’t make you cum with my dick?”

“Not at all”, you say, flipping to your side to press a kiss to his forehead, “you said the L-word.”

“Too soon?”

“Not really. I feel the same”, you confess and giggle.

Yoongi lifts his head, gazing at you with sparkly eyes. He cups your cheek, smiling softly. 

“You’re beautiful”, he whispers.

With a fluttering heart, you lower your gaze giddily. You most definitely would have ended up kissing him, if your door hadn’t started to produce the loudest noises ever. 

Scratching noises, thumps as if something was jumping against it and a chorus of meows and barks. 

You and Yoongi exchange a look. 

“I guess pillowtalk is over”, you say, chuckling when Levi lets out an especially dramatic meow behind the locked door. 

“Their timing is perfect, isn’t it?” Yoongi lifts his head, staring at the door, “you’re too late little munchkins, we already did it!” he calls out to your pets.

You snicker, “god Yoongi, don’t say that.”​

[grimm909]

Deep In The Sea - Part 2

Hello! It's been a while since the last time and I apologize for the delay in posting this second part. Let's say that the biggest problem itself was related to the translation done, but I found a wonderful person who helped me with the proofreading. Well, in case you didn't already know, English is not my native language ;) 

Regarding the comments and reblogs, you don't know HOW happy and moved I was with them. I'm not lying, all of you who commented and liked the post, I am extremely grateful for the affection. Thank you so much, really 💖💖💖 

Also, I beg a thousand pardons for not answering some, I just couldn't and I have no idea why 😔 

Without further ado, I wish you a happy reading~

WARNINGS: female gender reader, violence, yandere, obsession, non-consensual, mind break, horror, drama, mutilation, mention of pregnancy.

Something was wrong. The feel of sand in his fingers was unfamiliar. The icy environment and the sound of running water also felt strange. You searched in the back of your mind for some resemblance, but it didn't look like any place you'd ever been before, and it certainly wasn't a dream—or nightmare.

Where were you? Perhaps you were already dead by then. Your soul plunged into darkness—surrounded by frightening, crooked shadows; capable of driving even an emotionally stable person insane—and carved into the walls, while your carcass was served as the delight of the odious insects; crawling and carnivorous pests, holders of the contempt of others. 

No. You were wrong. As weak or fast as it was, your heartbeat was still intact. And the aggressive cold made you shiver horribly, almost like a warning that it was time to wake up.

Wake up. Now.

It was then that you forced yourself to open your eyes after a few seconds of unconsciousness, still kind of confused and goofy about who you were or where exactly you were. Wearily, you lifted part of your body to sit on the sand, then let out an exasperated sigh and rubbed your temples to relieve that infernal headache.

When your eyes got used to the darkness, you realized you were in an underground cavern. Something that caught your immediate attention were the many objects - various types, from broken toys to small household items - rusted, broken or already quite worn out by time, scattered on the sand, on top of the rocks and floating in the water.

The bed of sand you were on was the only clean part of these objects, although that didn't mean anything to you.

After the stars above your head were gone, you were quite aware of who you were. However, you still needed to search your mind for memories of how had gotten there. As far as you could remember, until recently you were on the speedboat with your colleague and then you took turns swimming with him. You donned your wetsuit and jumped into the water, this time being careful not to go too deep and run into it. 

That creature…

Fragments of memories swirled around your head, like a roll of photos being developed in a light sequence, but in a blurry way and not as clear as you would wish. However, with enough information for you to form an idea of ​​what had happened, causing the blood to instantly drain from your face and leave you with a terrified expression. 

The sea. The merman. You remember swimming calmly, until you felt a familiar tail snake around your body and squeeze it so that you couldn't move, let alone breathe through the oxygen tube! You tried in vain to struggle and struggle, but couldn't even reach the knife, for your arms were firmly attached to your own body. Afterwards, everything just got too dark after feeling an intense pain in your nape. 

It had hit you! That monster brought you to this place! 

All of a sudden you got to your feet and finally realized that your scuba gear wasn't with you. Nothing. What was left was just the wetsuit on your body. You tried not to panic at that fact and decided that there might be some way out there, but no matter where you looked, it was all rock, water, and beds of sand.

There was no dirt road you could run onto. And the surface of the water was clear enough that you could tell there was nothing down there but a great, frightening blackness that got worse the deeper you went. 

"HELLO, HELLO!?" 

You started calling for some living soul, even though you were afraid that your screams and the echo of the cave would attract more unwanted creatures, but the fear of ending up getting trapped and dying of hunger outweighed this one. 

"Is anyone there? Please help!" 

Your voice became superficially weepy and more shaky. However, your mental state took a turn for the worse when there was no response other than the echo of your own voice.

 "I NEED HELP. SOMEONE!" 

You raised your voice as high as you could, as a result of this action feeling stings of pain in your throat, but not caring about that fact when your biggest concern was getting home. 

"I'M TRAPPED HERE! I CAN'T LEAVE!" 

Hopefully, you waited for an answer, but none came. In self-consolation, you crossed your arms under your breasts and started shaking with fear and anxiety, wishing this was nothing more than a bad dream. Perhaps, if you closed your eyes tightly and then opened them, you would wake up in your bed. Of course, uselessly you did it, but only to realize that it was more real than you'd like to admit. 

"Oh my, you don't look good." 

When the ruinous thoughts aspire more and more to take over your mind, hope arises through a serene and masculine voice that suddenly resonates behind you, making in less than two seconds you turn 180° degrees to see your clear savior. In the first instance, you don't see anyone and for a moment you think that whispering in the dark was a sure step to madness. Had your sanity deserted your mind in such a short time?

"Really, I apologize for the mess. Usually this place is more... tidy."

Unfortunately, your expectations of being rescued by a brave man are horribly shattered when your ears guide you to where the voice came from. And your eyes hovered over the water, meeting the same humanoid creature that had kidnapped you.

It sure would be better if it was just madness on your part.

A horrified scream comes out of your mouth and you end up losing your balance in the sudden surprise of seeing him again, falling on your butt to the ground. You hear what sounds like a low chuckle from that abomination. 

Holy shit, it could talk. 

You found this discover much more terrifying, even though you don't know why. However, you didn't care about this fact after the newt started to approach the bed of sand where you were, only stopping swimming when its arms sought support on land. 

"Stay away from me!" Upon realizing the imminent danger, you suddenly rose from where you were and roared in fury. You ran away, but the distance on that sandy path wasn't far, so you soon found yourself cornered by a wall of rocks.

"Fufufu, where are you going? There's nowhere to run." Of course, you knew you had nowhere to run. But either way, you didn't like the creature's comment at all. People —or beasts — of unusual moods had the darkest thoughts; they interfered with the business of satan. That merman should not be different from a madman in a straitjacket, the only notable difference between both was that a madman in a straitjacket was less dangerous than a stranger, in the dark, using joking words to psychologically play with you.

You could jump into the water, but how stupid would you be to do that, when the predator crawling right behind you was an aquatic creature? It would catch you before you had a chance to swim two meters. Land or water, which do you consider less dangerous?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Turning around to see him, you broke into a cold sweat when you heard that monster was dangerously even closer and was crawling over the ground towards you with the help of its arms, not seeming to have the slightest difficulty in supporting all its body weight on them. The scene before you was faithful to a horror movie.

However, what left you most apprehensive was the manic smile and the burning eyes of that monster, loaded with secrets and something else that you, unfortunately, could not decipher. Or, simply, you couldn't find your own thoughts and words to describe it. And the more time you lost in analyzing the sickly dancing flames present in that strange merman's eyes, the more discomfort grew in your own heart.

You quickly rummaged through your uniform pockets to find the switchblade, but it was nowhere to be seen. The merman had certainly taken care of removing that object from your clothes before you woke up.

Speaking of the Devil, it stopped moving and sat in the sand just two meters away from you. Apparently, it didn't have much trouble staying out of the water, unlike a fish that would be floundering by this point. Your bad luck, certainly.

"I hope you don't get upset." Get upset about being suffocated, hit on the head and then kidnapped? Of course not! At that very moment you were on cloud nine, instead of nearly having a heart attack from sheer anxiety and fear. "But I had to throw away your…toy." It pondered for a few moments, apparently not knowing the right word for the object that until a few moments ago you were looking for, choosing to call it that way. "Just to avoid unnecessary situations, you understand?"

What a son of a bitch.

"Where's my equipment!?" You completely ignored its lame explanations and suddenly exploded. "I can't go back without them!"

"My my, where are the good manners?" Avoiding the question, he was surprised by your sudden reaction as it raised its eyebrows. However, it soon returned to smiling a little. "Now that I think about it, we didn't introduce ourselves the first time."

Of course, after all you were almost drowning and it almost killed you. 

"My name is Jade." He presented himself in a courteous manner and placed his left hand on his chest. Soon, the monster's heterochromatic eyes stared at you deeply, waiting your turn. 

But the truth is, you couldn't give a fuck about that piece of shit's name and you didn't want to say yours to him. What would you get out of it? Nothing. He also had no right to know who you were! For that reason, you decided that silence would be your best answer. 

But seeming to sense his resilience, the merman suggested: "Well, how about this: you tell me your name and I'll tell you where your equipment is."

It was a tempting proposition, but you weren't sure this Jade guy would be able to deliver. Well, what else do you have to lose at this point, right?

"My name is…" You pondered for a few moments, until you completed the sentence revealing who you were. When you did, the merman's eyes narrowed and took on a strange glow. "Now where are my things?" You tried to ignore your own fear and asked so threateningly that it even surprised you, almost as if he was the victim and you were the kidnapper.

"Into the deepest, darkest ocean." Giving you the answer you wanted — but not the one you wanted to hear — a sadistic, bared-toothed grin momentarily takes over his lips, especially when Jade was the only one watching all your hopes go down the drain. "I'm really sorry if they were important to you." The monster said painfully, quickly obscuring his smile by a sad frown of drooping eyebrows, as if he wasn't the cause of your affliction himself.

Oh, god. Why have you waited for a miracle?

You tried to think of a solution, to end that insane little game of cat and mouse — where you were obviously the mouse. But your mind wasn't quick enough to come up with a plan, when your feet were suddenly wrapped around and pulled by the merman's tail, so fast that you weren't even able to try to kick him. You couldn't fight gravity and you once again landed on your ass, barely able to process the fall as your body was quickly dragged down to where he was. You were nothing more than prey now: just frail and helpless, not even having claws or teeth to defend yourself with, much unlike the monster that now loomed above you.

"No! Away!" Afraid of being devoured, you use your arms and the other untangled leg to try to pull him away from you. You thought that if becoming fish food was a cruel possibility, you would at least make sure to make his feast as stressful as possible.

"Oya! Now don't be so reckless honey, you might end up getting hurt." It was quite noticeable that he was enjoying your futile resistance, but making it clear that he would not ignore such behavior on your part, he grips your wrists with extreme hostility, so as to match his following words: "And I would be frustrated to break you so early." His momentarily serious - as well as obviously threatening - tone of voice implied that you should be a good girl to him and stop fighting.

A horrified scream leaves your lips as much for the merman's phrase as for his words to have taken a literal meaning when you feel the flesh of your fist being pierced by the monster's nails even through the latex fabric, this action caused a few drops blood flowed down your arm. That new injury just becomes the fuel for you to thrash about even more frantically than before, resembling a big fish out of water — how ironic, considering the fish over there wasn't you. 

Tired of the resistance, Jade unwinds the tail of your leg only to snake it back together with a grip unable to make you move, immobilizing your lower half completely. Your hands were already placed above your head, he could hold them with just one hand through your wrists. Now, you were like a big fish caught in a net.

"What do you want from me!?" You asked in complete hysteria, tears glistening in your eyes and about to fall. "I saved you! How can you be so cruel!?" You accused him, the purest and most genuine regret crossing your heart, this being the sure trigger to finally make you shed those proud tears for that ungrateful injustice. 

However, there was no right or wrong, much less fair or unfair, in your attitude of risking your own life to help a defenseless animal - in this case, a merman. For in the eyes of others, compassion for a living being could be said to be too stupid or too kind. 

Maybe it could be both at the same time. 

"Cruel? I really don't understand your words." Jade smiled, ignoring your tears as if they weren't there and playing dumb. "Since I never needed being saved." His calm tone turned into a mocking statement. 

"H-what do you mean?" You asked in a choked voice. "But what about the screams, the strings on your wrist?" A confused look took over your tearful expression, searching for answers.

"That?" He pondered for a moment, similar to a teacher trying to find the right words to answer his student's question. "Oh yes, I admit I was stuck, but that was purely a bad joke on my brother's part." He explained smiling. 

"B-Brother?" You stuttered. He answered your question, but in the least likely way you'd worked the out in a short period of time in that plum brain of yours. And knowing this information served only to make you more terrified, when you imagined that there was more than one monster just like him. And, by the looks of it, as crazy as Jade to the point of tying his own brother to the fucking bottom of the sea as a fucking joke.

"Yes. Even beings like us have blood ties, you know?" Even though there was a subtle sneer in his words, he didn't stop smiling for a single instant. "And I'm sure he'll love meeting you too." 

Oh, lord, no. One was too much, two would break you completely.

"Sooner or later, I knew he was going to come and let me go. But I waited so long that I started calling him, even though it attracted other predators." Jade sighed tiredly, as if her brother's deadly pranks were frequent. "But instead, it ended up attracting a cute and curious little thing like you~" He hummed, his lips curling into an even wider, toothy, particularly creepy smile. If that wasn't enough, he even had the audacity to bring his free hand to your wet cheek to squeeze it affectionately, as if you were a child or a pet, exactly as his words suggested.

“Are you kidding…" You couldn't help but gulp. "So you never needed rescuing?" Even though the answer was already obvious by this point in the contest, you couldn't help but question him once more. 

Closing his eyes, the merman returned a tight-lipped smile and answered your silly question as an act of solidarity. "Never." Simply stated. 

Oh, no.

That single word from Jade's dark lips spread like a bitter virus in her heart. Your tears started again and you sobbed as you realized the cruel truth behind his words; you had dug your own grave, for nothing. If you had simply ignored the screams, none of this would be happening to you right now. And that made you imagine that, at this very moment, you would be at home and not in the hands of a predatory mythological creature. 

Curiosity really killed the cat, didn't it?

"But when I look back, I'm glad you came to me." He declared, still stroking your cheek and in doing so wiping some of your tears away. Action that you were violently repudiating in your core. "You weren't afraid and made the decision to release me, even though you knew it could be dangerous." You felt his tail move between her legs, visibly loosening it a little to make her more comfortable. This would be a good chance to attempt an escape, that is, if you still had any physical strength left, as your mental strength was already depleted at that point. "I took to observe you after that day. To take care of you." Of course, after all you had become his favorite prey. And a predator like him wouldn't have the luxury of letting any potential threat get close to you. "At first, it was just a morbid curiosity, but I came to admire you and how brave you were to go back to the ocean every day, after all the past events." Something you now regretted, it's worth emphasize. "Although, I must admit, your teary, full of dread eyes are as beautiful as the moon illuminating the sea." The most frightening thing between his smile and his words were his heterochromatic eyes. They looked insane and deranged, as if they glimpsed a divinity he alone had the right to possess and break. "That's when I decided: I wanted you." Jade declared, sickly in love with your person. And you trembled for it. "I really regret the unpleasant way we met." The merman returned to feign sadness, this time using a voice full of melancholy. "I recognize that I should have been kinder, but there really are evils that come for our good, right?" His wistful tone was gone as quickly as it came and he smiled, ending this deranged declaration of love with a chaste kiss on your forehead.

"Please..." You beg in a fearful whisper, as if you hadn't heard anything Jade had said. Well, how could your to react that confession so perturbe, when it only made you sure how much he wanted something he had no right to have. "Let me go." You gave him your best desolate and pleading look, hoping some feeling like empathy would well up in that monstrous heart.

But that didn't even come close to happening. 

He just ignored you words, as if they had never been spoken. And the certainty that no sign of empathy would well up in the merman's heart, came when he grabbed the latex tissue at the you bust area, dug his nails into the fabric and yanked it quickly to the side, tearing a third of its only protection against humidity and the cold of that place.

"NO!" You screamed, again struggling to get out from under him, while your teary eyes witnessed a horrible scene of your clothing being continually torn apart in the breasts, arms and neck. Baring you to the waist with impeccable calm, he hummed softly, resembling a person who was just performing some trivial action and not an attempt at sexual violence. And after shredding half the latex fabric, he rests his palm on your flat stomach, admiring the texture and color you had.

"What beautiful skin. It's so soft and nice to squeeze." Jade praised you, truly enchanted as she slid her fingers all over her abdominal region, sometimes pinching or caressing at other times. "I wonder how delicate it can be." His tone of voice became somber and Jade's heterochromatic eyes regained a voracious and malevolent glow. The merman stared at a specific part of his body, which he immediately chose to resolve his own doubt.

"What are you-!! AAHHHH!!"

You really were a poor thing, weren't you? For you had scarcely managed to form a sentence when the flesh of his shoulder was viciously pierced by the creature's clenched teeth. Blood flowed quickly from the freshly opened wound and a few drops slithered onto your torso, letting Jade taste the crimson liquid while still having her jaw pressed tightly against your flesh, which could easily be torn off if he decided he wanted to eat a little piece of you.

"AAAHH! IT HURTS! STOP!" You screamed, crying, truly in agony with the horrible pain felt in your shoulder. You swore you never felt as much pain as you were feeling now.

"Oh, sorry. Was that painful?" The merman backs away from the abused shoulder, smiling as he cynically asks the obvious. His bared teeth, smeared red, certainly was a believable sight of hell.

He will kill me. 

He will kill me. 

He's going to kill me! 

"I promise I'll make you feel better soon, dear."

I know this was supposed to be the last part, but it was terribly long and I had to cut it. But don't worry, the next chapter will truly be the last and full of smut.

Thanks for reading this far~💙

[ryuichirou]

DO YOU LIKE ACE X RIDDLE ?? IF SO, DO YOU HAVE ANY HCS FOR THEM? (IT'S FOR SCIENCE)

First of all, Anon, I’m so glad you asked it in all caps because we’ve been screaming this question at each other ever since we got it. This is our favourite thing to do these days…

Second of all, we did talk about Ace and Riddle once! Although I didn’t write any headcanons that time, because we didn’t have a lot of ideas for them. But it’s been 5 months, I’m a changed person, and I’ll actually write some hcs for you (and hopefully the Anon who asked about them back then) to enjoy.

These two are a fun but deadly couple, a combo of two stubborn redhead tsunderes…..yikes 💪😔💕

Both Ace and Riddle would get a “you’re way too obsessed with him” comment from people closest to them. Riddle would hear it from Trey, who would try to sugarcoat it as much as possible, trying not to trigger Riddle; and Deuce would brutally call Ace out because he is so tired of constantly listening about how much Ace hates Riddle.

Related to the previous one, but: they talk about each other a lot. Whenever Ace isn’t pissed at Riddle, he makes fun of him and says stuff like “hey, do you think our housewarden does (idk anything)?” mockingly. And Riddle remembers about Ace’s existence randomly at times and his blood boils instantly. They really are obsessed with each other. Every single person at Heartslabyul can feel this tension, it’s embarrassing at this point.

One might say that these two should just kiss/have sex and chill the fuck down, but jokes on that person, because while it would shut them up for an hour or two, maybe even for an entire day if we’re lucky, they would start yelling at each other again pretty soon.

Deep inside Ace actually thinks that Riddle is very cute. Especially when he isn’t yelling at anyone. He watches him as he reads or plays with hedgehogs sometimes. When they actually get to have a nice dialogue, it makes both of their hearts flutter for some weird reason.

Ace also likes to tease Riddle for being an inexperienced virgin, as if he’s any better. Well, he definitely has more experience with masturbation + kissed a girl once, but that’s enough for him to laugh at Riddle who isn’t sure how to touch a dick.

Sometimes it ends up with Riddle getting mad at Ace and kicking him out of his room with a heart-shaped collar, but sometimes he gets SO mad that he actually gets more aroused and provoked and just wants to prove Ace wrong, so he could look at him with a smug face when Ace is embarrassed, shaken and surprised. He actually managed to do it once, when he sucked Ace’s dick all of a sudden, and actually did an okay enough job. He was so proud of himself and so smug that Ace couldn’t even mock him by saying that Riddle has a mouthful of his sperm. He was indeed too embarrassed…

[dear-ardor]

darling ask game answers nobody asked me for part 1

I forgot to credit the sweet lovely darling beloved @yourofficiallover I'M SORRY

💞 what is your ideal yandere?/top 2 traits of a yan

Obsessive and possessive for sure! I like people with a dominant personality, but I'm not picky honestly.

💘 Are you a darling to anyone right now? (That you are aware of)

nuh uh 😞

💝 what’s the most fulfilling thing a yandere could do for you?

I really like stalking 🫣

💕 how long would it take you (in approximation) to grow equally attached to a yandere?

Probably a while. I like being on my own mostly; that's just how I am

💗 what could someone do that would make you instantly fall?

I'm not sure! Showing me you're interested definitely helps

💔 in your opinion, what’s the worst trait a yandere can have? (ruthlessness, apathy, etc.)

Apathy. I want to be loved and cared for, even if that love isn't "normal"

❤️‍🩹 have you ever been truly fulfilled by a partner?

I've never had one 😔

🩶 how much would you change about yourself for your yandere?

I am comfortable with who I am. I am willing to make some changes for my yandere if they wish me to but we can discuss it

💓 who is someone you can’t live without? (in a platonic way)

My mom. She means the world to me

👫 do you have a gender preference?

I don't think so. I've never really thought about it before

⛓️ would you be okay with being locked up?

ABSOLUTELY!! If someone told me they wanted to lock me up and keep me away from the world I'd simply let them

🔓 how much of your life would you be okay with someone controlling?

A moderate degree. You could monopolize my time and I'd be like "oh ok" and let you do as you pleased LMAO

🏃 what would you do if your yandere let you go?

I don't know! I'd probably be sad but I'm not the kind of person to beg others to stay with me

👀 would you allow someone to stalk you? (as if you have a choice…)

If someone told me they had been stalking me for the past 843257 years I'd be so happy you don't even have a CLUE

💊 which kidnapping method do you think about the most?

Simply being nabbed off the street. Drugging is fun but I am also scared of losing control of my body LOL

🩸 what’s the worst way a yandere could hurt you? (be it physical or psychological)

Physically hurting me. I'd prefer not to be hurt that way.

🪄 if you could turn one fictional character into a yandere for you, who are you choosing?

CHROLLO LUCILFER I DON'T EVEN WATCH OR READ HXH. There's a yandere writer who writes him VERY well and that's how I fell in love with him

✍️ how did you get into the yandere/darling community?

I just kinda appeared one day 😳

✈️ can you handle long distance relationships?

I can! I don't mind having something in person or online.

🗣️ how is your usual dynamic around people you see as love interests?

I can't really answer this because I've never really seen anyone as a love interest. I really hope that changes one day

👁️ how often do you look for a yandere? do you go out of your way to find one?

SO OFTEN but alas. I am shy and don't want to overstep any boundaries

🧩 what’s an object you can’t live without?

My laptop... My friends and hobbies are on it

[xomoosexo]

Twitter is incredible to me because I literally went to sleep got my nine hours woke up with the sun and in that time a whole new controversy was brought up and then addressed and now everyone is saying oh we shouldn’t have jumped to conclusion blah blah blah. This could’ve been solved if Twitter users slept 😔 but srsly I don’t understand why they are so obsessed with reacting to things instantly

you must react to things instantly so that you don't lose the morality war of course.

[tavina-writes]

hello! nieyao for the ask game?

Elle!!

Nieyao: I think the better question is if I ever STOP thinking about Nieyao. They're fucking in that coffin together your honor. They'll figure it out. I believe in their ability to finally have a conversation in there. My relationship tag for them is 'rs: mutual therapy coffin' :D

Ship It

What made you ship it?

There is something so compelling about keeping your ex's head in your bedroom closet so you can talk to him after you've murdered him and chopped him up you know? Certified Unhinged Behavior. Mwah. I am instantly compelled by this.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

Have I mentioned the mutual therapy coffin yet. I do also think it's very sexy that they killed each other like 13 years apart. I am constantly unhinged about them I want them in the pear wiggler I want to study them like bugs with my laser microscope.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

My unpopular opinion is that they never fucked nasty about their unresolved issues either before OR after Nightless City because my firm belief is that this would've fixed them at least a little. Since nothing was fixed they didn't bang about their feelings even once! a shame.

😔sorry that my other answers were more coherent and normal and then in this one I'm just like "yes I'm obsessed lets talk about their mutual coffin!!! :DDD"

Thanks for the ask!

Ship It/Don't Ship It Ask Game

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

YOUR TAGGSSSS ON MY FORCED PROXIMITY SATORU POST PLSPLSPLS eating the hotel breakfast together UGH.. he starts saving some of the food for u 🥺🥺 and the servers keep bringing him two plates bc they know he’s just waiting for u to wake up.. calls u sleepyhead in a stupidly soft voice when u get to the table…. he spots u enter the dining hall first before u spot him and he perks up instantly like a PUPPY then he has to pretend he wasn’t staring at u when you finally find his table.. has all your favorite food from the buffet ready for u at the table BUT ALSO ORDERING THE FOOD TO THE ROOM THO UR KILLING ME HERE his ass would take the room service phone all the way to the bathroom so his talking doesn’t wake you up and then you wake up to the breakfast in bed n he’s all surpriseeeee sleepyhead c: im so in love with his dumbass i’m so sick. it’s all your fave food once again but he’d probably also get something that has a fruit u don’t like or whatever to throw off ur suspicion abt him being obsessed with u but also with the excuse to pick at it himself and eat the food with u 💔💔 it’s his form of a bonding moment plus he likes the look on ur face when u remind him that u don’t like this specific fruit (as if he doesn’t already know) ohh my god ari i’m so so unwell about this

logan u need to be locked up IM SO DOWN BAD FOR HIM IT’S NOT OK 💔💔💔💔

no but genuinely everytime u talk abt him i fall a little deeper into the pit 😔😔😔😔 was this necessary. can i not live my life w/o thinking abt this loser every second of the day AS ALWAYS UR SOOOOOO RIGHT THOUGH SO REAL SO TRUE THANK U FOR FEEDING ME i actually left those tags JUST so u would elaborate hehehehe my masterplan has worked >:33

NO BECAUSE HE’S SO….. logan…… there are tears in my eyes……. him calling u sleepyhead 🥺🥺🥺 his little sleepyhead. so sleepy eepy all the time. (he says this in his baby voice just to piss you off) i’m gonna be sick???? it’s teasing it’s fond it’s playful it’s so him. he’s soooo fond of you he wants to bother you and poke fun at you so bad but he also wants to give you breakfast in bed and watch your eyes flutter open and hear your little delighted hums when you bite into something sweet HE’S A LOVERRRRRRR ……………… he can’t contain it. he tries so hard to but he always gives in to his true nature (Down Horrendous)

he would be SO in denial though ordering some things u don’t like just to throw u off PHDJDHD logan u r a genius….. our little loser. girlfailure of the century. AAAA AND ORDERING IN THE BATHROOM SO HE DOESN’T WAKE U UP :((( no because how does ur brain come up w these scenarios i need a whole hotel au enemies to lovers forced proximity slowburn fic asap……. he likes you sooooo much but he just can’t be Normal about it . i love his dumbass too we’re all in this together i fear 😞😞