#oh!!! i also really love that i take my own writing seriously no matter what genre i'm writing or how stupid the premise may look

[kinopio-writes]

HH Characters x Physically Affectionate!Reader (Pt.2)

A/N: The last part. Enjoy, lol.

Bonus character: Zestial!

Warnings: Mention of sex on Adam’s and Vox’s part, but nothing explicit

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Sir Pentious

• he’s not used to it and is uncomfortable with it (he makes a weird face every time you touch him)

• he’ll be fine after you two become close, though

• but don’t try to overdo it

• if he likes you romantically, however, he blushes crazy every time you touch him

• he doesn’t really have a favorite one

• he turns red no matter what

• and his love language (receiving end) is more about words of affirmation, anyway

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Lucifer

• if you’re together with Lucifer, he’s likely smitten with you, so he becomes really giddy whenever you give him affection

• he probably starts stimming (doing little kicks or squealing)

• this guy loves to be held a lot

• oh, but he loves it when you nuzzle into him

• his favorite is forehead touching

• it’s really tender and he melts at that type of affection

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Adam

• usually, every time you touch him, he’ll think that you want to fuck

• so he’s fucking confused whenever you don’t escalate any further than a kiss

• he does that thing where even when you pull away, he’s still leaning toward you, eyes fluttering

• he’ll probably get used to it

• his favorite is when you just cling to him

• if you’re not short enough to do that, he loves it when you just put your head on top of his while you two are curling up on the couch (he finds it cute)

• he also loves getting massages from you

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Lute

• she’s not affectionate in general nor is she a fan of it

• so if she’s not that close to you, you better back the fuck up ’cause she’s going to take that as a genuine attack

• it’s worse if you do it out of nowhere (seriously, you will end up with a broken arm)

• but, if you two are sort of close and she’s used to your affections, she’s aloof to it all

• she will even start to initiate them herself unknowingly

• it’s because she mirrors the people she likes, which is not a lot, lol (everyone does this—I think—but Lute’s just more noticeable)

• back rubs are her favorite (not full-on massages, though, just a little rub after she got done training or something)

• she might like head pats, too (she feels praised whenever you do it. This works exceptionally well if you’re taller than her)

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Vox

• he’s not that physically affectionate

• unless it’s sexual

• he’d be pretty weirded out if you just wanted to hold hands or something

• but after he gets used to it, he becomes nonchalant about it

• he’ll start grabbing your hand on his own accord (it becomes instinctive)

• he’s fine with PDA, but don’t try to be all lovey-dovey when he’s in conversation or dealing with someone else

• his favorite is when you two are just snuggled up on the couch doing your own separate thing

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Zestial

• I added him in because I wanted it to be even

• anyway, he’s more hand-kissing and linking arms type of gentleman

• and the most he’ll do in public is link arms

• he thinks displays of affection should be private

• even then, he’s not that physically affectionate

• he doesn’t have a favorite, but considering that he’s cold-blooded, he quite likes it when you snuggle onto him and make him warm (this only works well if you’re just as tall as him, lol)

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This was relaxing to do. I’ll likely write more stuff like this in the future whenever I feel unmotivated to write.

The next three requests I’m going to post at a much later date will probably suck ass. Sorry to the ones who send those in. And for making you wait a long time as well. If they even remember…

My favorite ones to write from the two posts were…mostly everyone! These were so fun to write. I sort of had a writer panic midway, but it was still fun. It’s probably because I used too many parentheses and it bothered me or something.

[hua-fei-hua]

💖 What do you like most about your own writing?

i woke up at a random hour this morning (as i do), checked my email, n was like "?? why am i receiving asks" n checked n was like "OH THAT ASK GAME I QUEUED WEEKS AGO N WAS THINKING ABT LAST NIGHT CAME OUT OF THE QUEUE LOL"

anyway hmmm i like that i have a lot of Range(tm) when writing!! from being able to make people laugh, to bringing them a new appreciation for a character or pairing, to apparently making people cry at 4am, i'm really happy with the fact that i can pull off a range of genres and pairings that people are able to connect with!

plus, when i first started writing fic in 2016, i remember one of my goals as a fic writer was to be able to write a variety of things, i think in order to reach a broader audience for friend-making, so being able to pull off a lot these days feels really nice -w-

writer asks~

[marlenesluv]

omg hi babe loved the oscar smut! i was wondering if u could do a smutty smau about him. like everyone thinks his relationship is so wholesome and sweet (like shes the picture perfect housewife pretty much), but then their sex tape gets leaked and its NASTY and like some photos get leaked and her ass is all bruised

Leaked. (OP)

hi!! thank you so much! and omg fuck, i love this?! i read this and had to start writing immediately.

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader

fc: no fc! j pinterest pics

warnings: i would say 18+, lots of sexual language, cussing, some suggestive photos

masterlist here -> masterlist link

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tagged: oscarpiastri

y/n.user: my sweet sweet boy and mimosas🧡

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oscarpiastri: i love you, my sweet sweet girl

↳ y/n.user: hmph🥹🥹

f1wags: the way she posts him >

user4: they literally have the most wholesome relationship on the grid

danielricciardo: i would actually like photo credits for the first photo😁🙋‍♂️

↳ y/n.user: i’m not adding that to the caption, but if ppl read your comment, they’ll know!!

↳ danielricciardo: oh😃

piastri.fp: y/n is so good for oscar. he’s so gentle with her, like wtf, don’t make me feel lonelier

user9: guys wake up, our fav wag j posted

f1editpage: this is why my page is full of y/n and oscar edits, they are too cute

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twitter:

F1 Updates and News @f1newsupdate • 3hr

Breaking F1 Oscar Piastri and girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N’s sex tape is leaked!! It has spread wide and far over twitter and porn sites already….

The couple has yet to post anything on the matter. But explicit photos have also been released. Fans aren’t sure what to make of this. No one expected Y/N, the innocent and sweet girlfriend, to be in this situation.

↳ Papaya Boys @papayaboys111 • 3hr

“explicit photos” mhmm. literally photos of her bruised ass 😭

↳ Monaco Bby @monacomylove • 3hr

no cuz the tape was hot, and anyone that disagrees is a liar. the way he kept slapping her ass and then throwing his head back when she gave him head? i’m deceased

↳ F1 Fanpage @formula1fp • 2hr

i agree, i mean, they filmed it and put sm effort, i have to watch!

↳ Y/N’s Fanpage @fpy/n • 2hr

when oscar ate her out and shook his head? when she grabbed his hair and pulled?? when he said “go on, baby. you’re such a good girl for me, arent you?”🫠🫠🫠🫠

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oscarpiastri: whatever. at least we’re hot. you’re welcome

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user3: BRO SAID “you’re welcome”….. and yk what? THANK YOUUUUU

y/n.user: we did look so good

↳ oscarpiastri: we always do

f1wags: jaws = dropped (slay tho)

carlossainz55: i’m not even sure if i want to know

↳ maxverstappen1: seriously? you don’t know?

↳ carlossainz55: what happened??

↳ charles_leclerc: their sex tape got leaked

↳ carlossainz55: oh no! i am so sorry guys 😟

↳ landonorris: i don’t even think they care

↳ oscarpiastri: we don’t

y/nfp: y/n moaning is forever engraved in my brain now

↳ f1edits: oscar biting and licking her tits in engraved in my mind😵‍💫

↳ mclarenfans: how about when he said “come on, doll. you can take it, hm? my good girl.” 🫨

user7: you guys are really owning this, huh? as you should, it was hot and will be in history textbooks

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y/n.user: i guess we pulled a kim k👄

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user3: LMAO THE CAPTION IS ICONIC

oscarpiastri: come to bed so i can fuck you🤪

↳ y/n.user: 🏃‍♀️

↳ landonorris: have you two NO shame???

↳ oscarpiastri: not really

↳ danielricciardo: what do they even have to loose? their tape is already leaked, everyone knows

f1edits3: shameless, as you should be, that tape was hottttt

y/nfanpage8: everyone is talking about the tape, but not mentioning that it was literally 2 hours long

↳ papayaedits2: how is home girl even sitting? her ass was bruised as ffuuucccck

user2: these pics are slaying

oscarfans11: our girl isn’t as innocent as we thought, but i’m so here for it

francisca.cgomes: okayyyy, go off babe

↳ y/n.user: kikaaaaa

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oscarpiastri: i’ll always kneel for my queen

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y/n.user: 👸

*liked by creator*

f1wagpage: SHE IS A QUEEN

user3: kneeling js like he did when he took her thing off in the tape🤭

↳ formula1page: with his teeth🫠

maxverstappen1: you’re so whipped, mate. also, answer my callls??

↳ y/n.user: he can’t, he busy on his knees

↳ maxverstappen1: oh my god🤦‍♂️ i didn’t need to know that

mclarenposts81: i’m deceased, their tape being leaked is the best thing ever cuz now we have unhinged y/n and oscar

lilymhe: literal “it” couple

↳ alex_albon: and we aren’t?

↳ lilymhe: erm, we are the best, but they are the “it” couple

↳ alex_albon: oh

↳ lilymhe: no alex, it’s not a bad thing. i love youuu

↳ alex_albon: okay, i love you too

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snippet from interview with y/n y/l/n, talking about her leaked tape:

interviewer: “so, y/n, how did you and oscar react when you found out your tape had been leaked?”

y/n: “at first, we were a bit shocked and scared, wondering how mclaren and f1 as a whole would react. but after we realized that they didn’t care, since it was out of our hands, we embraced it” *laughs*

interviewer: “i see” *laughs* “were you afraid of friend and family seeing it?”

y/n: “oh, of course! but we both messaged our parents and told them so they wouldn’t stumble across it and not know what it was.”

interviewer: “and how about now? you and oscar seem fairly content with the tape being leaked.”

y/n: “well, of course it sucks, but oscar and i are hot, and we love each other. we’re secure in our relationship and our bodies, so we mind, of course, but we will continue to make light of it and joke around.”

interviewer: “i see. well, thank you for taking time to speak with me, y/n! enjoy the race, and i wish oscar luck.”

y/n: “of course! and thank you! have an amazing day.” *smiles and stands up and walks toward oscar and lando*

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y/n.user: back to our innocent posts (for now)

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user6: not sure if that’s what we wanted, but we love content no matter what. you guys are the cutest

oscarpiastri: my pretty girl ❤️

↳ y/n.user: my pretty boy ❤️

↳ oscarpiastri: oh yeah, i’m gonna need you to say that more

f1updates: you guys are too damn hot, wtf

y/n.fp: oh, we’re back to innocent oscar and y/n

danielricciardo: once again, photo credits for the first one

↳ y/n.user: what is up with you and these photo credits??

↳ danielricciardo: they are good photos and people need to know that i’m the one that took them

user9: i js wanna hear oscar beg to cum in her again

↳ user5: i just rewatch LOL. its like my cocomelon

georgerussell63: oh finally, i can go on instagram again

↳ y/n.user: you’re so dramatic

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(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated!^-^)

[st4rb3rr13s]

Eren Headcanons

Guys I can’t write stories rn. Like genuinely writers block is eating me up. So headcanons for my pookies 😍 missed you all!! (Would I be in the wrong for going into different fandoms?? How would yall like a Gojo x reader or yall want me to keep this AOT??)

Anyways! Eren headcanons. Random ones idk

Eren can barbecue. I’ve told yall he’s a limited chef but when he gets on that grill?? Oh baby even Jean shuts his mouth. The ribs be TOO good like genu who taught this man how to make this food?? Cause his father cannot cook and Mama Carla can cook and bake but isn’t fond with grilling…(It was Onyankopon.)

Eren would definitely want matching tattoos with you. If you’re not fine with that, that’s ok but when you two become engaged?? He’s bringing it up. If you said yes during your two’s honeymoon is when you’d get it. I believe he’d want your first and newly last initial on his ring finger and want you to get his initials.

Eren squeals like super loud. Tell me I’m wrong. Like when he gets really excited about something or is really energized when with you he’ll just start squealing. It’s super cute at times, especially when ur not expecting it.

Eren is the type to catch a spider in his hands. Either his hands or the paper and glass method. He doesn’t believe in killing something just because it’s somewhere it’s not supposed to be. (His mom read a poem like that to him and now he never wants to kill a spider.)

Eren loves inviting Armin and Mikasa over when he owns an apartment or house. Would invite them over for a little house party or just dinner. You’d come home and see the three watching a movie super loud or talking about whatever. It warmed your heart.

Eren’s mother, Mama Carla? When you two get an apartment/house together she’d be there every single day. She wouldn’t trust Eren cooking or holding his end of cleaning. The two would have mini arguments everyday because of how much she’d come over. You always welcomed her with open arms. (Eren did too but he was sick of her antics.)

Eren’s clothes are so oversized it’s not even funny. A lot of people don’t realize he has a build until one day he wears a compression shirt. But he loves his oversized sweats, hoodies, t-shirts, anything tbh. Just keep it oversized and he’ll love it.

Eren would yell while playing uno. He would take it so seriously he’d yell at his brother about not picking up the right cards, and no one else tbh. He would just get aggravated, ESPECIALLY with his dad. Eren can’t play uno with his dad or he has to take a walk outside afterwards. (His dad tried to argue about picking up 4+ cards.(Mikasa won’t force him but Eren will.))

Eren would love sea animals as a kid. I believe he used to go to aquariums all the time, he’s probably have fishes in his room. As he got older his love for sea animals never stopped and has a little charm of a manatees on his vanity.

Eren’s room is mainly colors like gray, black, and white. He wouldn’t really want to decorate his room and doesn’t care for what the color is. As long as he has a bed and TV it doesn’t matter. (His childhood room is so big you know his bad ass did so much shit.)

Eren’s childhood bedroom has holes. He was a kid who punched the wall. He also was a kid who ran into walls. His mom covered it up with vanity’s with mirrors, desk, posters, really anything until he turned 16/17 and calmed down.

Eren first didn’t think becoming a lawyer was interesting so he became a doctor. Suddenly when Mikasa and him did a fake debate he actually liked it to the point Mikasa almost convinced him to be a lawyer. Almost until she explained how much college he had to do and all the law things he had to memorize and he gave up.

[undeadcannibal]

Hii can I request something for 141 + König and Keegan when their S/O is raging at their game? That’s currently me right now LMAO

Summary: How Task Force 141, König, and Keegan are with a gaming S/O who rages

Genre: Headcanons, request(s) Characters featured: Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost, König, and Keegan P. Russ

Warnings: none!

A/N: I feel ya. I’m replaying Horizon: Forbidden West on the hardest difficulty for my second playthrough, and needless to say sometimes my ass just gets handed to me. OTL Thank you for the request though, I hope you enjoy! (Also, sorry Keegan’s bit is short, I’m slowly getting into writing more for him because it’s been YEARS since I’ve played/seen COD: Ghosts) ( Gif credit: xxx )

Price―

Doesn't game because he doesn't really enjoy them much, but doesn't mind if you game 

If you're raging at something, he doesn't really get it, but also doesn't judge you for it 

If anything, much like Ghost and Keegan, he finds amusement in your rage 

Can't take you too seriously when he thinks you're cute for getting so upset at the game 

Does tease you occasionally, but not to the point you're feeling worse 

Ohhh, will be that one person that watches something and can't help but comment on how it wouldn't work or something of the like

OMG WAIT-- 

"Are ya' winning, son?" meme fits him perfectly 

Totally the type to ask if you're winning no matter what you're playing, or if you're raging

Gaz―

Like Soap, Kyle is a good support system/partner to have when gaming 

Doesn't game nowhere near as seriously, but does have his own moments here and there 

So, whenever something gets to you and you can't help but react, he's laughing and doing his best to reassure you 

Sometimes can't help but be a tease and joke with you, but for the most part, he doesn't mind the raging. Is probably used to it because of Soap, imo 

Ooh, unrelated but kinda cute headcanon for him is he's absolutely the type to help you past a part you can't quite get. Loves helping you with games, he thinks those moments are sweet~

Ghost―

Soap has tried getting him to get into gaming with y'all, but it's just not really for him 

He does, however, like watching you though. Even more so when you've your moments of intense rage 

Like Keegan, he finds those rare outbursts endearing to him in an odd way he can't quite explain 

Won't really join you, but will watch you and even gets into it when you're playing a particularly interesting title

Will be commenting on situations and characters right along with you, and even nod along at those heated moments of raging 

So long as you're not physically destructive or too loud, he doesn't care one bit about those moments 

He thinks he'd probably be the same way if he were in your shoes

Soap―

Oh, this man is right there with you, he's your best gaming partner. Don't tell Gaz that though 

If the two of you aren't hyping one another up, you're raging together during those heated moments 

Doesn't matter what types of games you enjoy, he'll gladly watch or play with you when he can 

Even though he loves to share the moment with you, he isn't the type to be a backseat gamer 

Much prefers to let you figure it out on your own, especially when it comes to difficult puzzles and bosses 

Will also rightfully be yelling and cursing right along with you cause sometimes he can't help himself

König―

Being on the quieter side, I see him as the type to be have a silent and internal anger reaction 

When he sees you raging for the first time, it catches him completely off guard 

At first, he's worried something's wrong only to realize you were just frustrated at something that happened within the game 

He'll understand the frustration you feel and tries to help cheer you up 

He might not get raging at the game - since I personally headcanon that he either doesn't play them, or simply doesn't have the time for them - he won't mind it. Finds it a little humorous when you get worked up over something he thinks is trivial 

Catch him cheering you on and/or encouraging you during a difficult part or boss 

Absolutely hams it up when you're doing well too 

Keegan―

He finds your raging at the game very amusing

Count on him to tease you during the worst moments just to rile you up even more

I can see Keegan enjoying seeing the fiestier side of you regardless of the frustration and anger you're feeling

Still, he'll sit there right with you, and depending on whether or not he's been paying attention, sometimes he'll even join you in said raging

If you were closing to defeating a boss or other player and died before beating them, he'll understand the raging wholeheartedly

Isn't a backseat gamer type, but will offer some tips to try and help you, if he can

[fairydares]

loook i get why the idea of riding the "anti/pro" fandom disk horse makes people gag a little in their mouth and try to opt out entirely, but here's why i went from feeling exactly the same way to taking a firm profiction stance. I've been meaning to make this post for a while.

~10 years ago, I posted a fic for the first time and it got its own harassment campaign. The fic wasn't even sexual, and wasn't going to be (it remains incomplete). It was accurately rated T on fanfiction.net. Anyone in the Fairy Tail fandom will understand this: I literally got harassed for writing a "Lucy leaves the guild" fic💀.

After many nice comments, someone left a pretty nasty one. Hurt, I messaged them back. They acted super attacked that I'd responded (lmao) and after we argued, threatened to "rip my shitty story apart in the comments section" if I responded again. I told them "go ahead lol."

They went ahead.

Now know that it was a relatively small harassment campaign, but at the time, it was devastating. Right around then, I wound up in the hospital. After I got out, I went to excitedly check my fic, and found several reviews saying things I wouldn't repeat to my worst enemy. I was suicide-baited more than once, told "thank fuck you finally abandoned this shitty story, dumb cunt," stuff like that.

There were several accounts involved, and I can't say for sure, but I suspect at least a couple different people were involved, though probably at least half of it was one person.

All the other comments were screeching about how I hadn't updated, mostly. "NO UPDAAATEE WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPENS TO MEEEE??!!!" was one that stood out after I'd been miserable in a hospital for an extended period of time.

Idk what people think is going on when FT fic authors write this trope, and frankly I don't give a fuck. Because while I was partly writing the story out of some young, cringe feminist rage, I also did genuinely have a real story I was compelled to tell. I was inspired by another, popular fic I loved which used the trope to talk about how trying to shoulder our burdens alone really just hurts both ourselves and everyone who cares about us.

My own story was ultimately going to have similar themes, with more focus on strength, what it means, and in what contexts earning and having it actually matters. In retrospect, no wonder I wound up in hot water, because at the time "Lucy vs. Strength vs. Misogyny" was the FT fandom's Designated Nonsensically Activist Debate™. But that's partly why i wanted to write about it; engaging with the fandom had gotten me thinking about it 🤷‍♂️

Not too long after that, FFNet oh-so-benevolently granted us the ability to delete comments from our own stories (they never took my reports seriously at all, afaik). I deleted all or most of the harassers' comments (may still be a one or two up, and i'm fairly sure there's a couple comments defending my fic from the harassment) without saving screenshots, which I really regret now. I was just so mortified and full of self-loathing about the whole thing that i wanted to forget it completely. Something that had brought me joy at a very lonely, vulnerable period of my life had turned so negative, and i couldn't even tell the people closest to me about it without being made fun of for writing anime fan fiction.

I didn't understand why this happened at the time, but--after a period of trying to forget/bid out of it all with a slight anti lean (a common approach I see people use, and one which I'm not proud of adopting)--I just had to figure out What the Fuck Even Happened There. And I'm telling you, after years of reflecting, wrestling with both sides, and educating myself, that this "status quo of harassment" culture which pervades fandom goes way deeper than you think and comes out of a way darker well than you probably realize. An astonishing amount of this is, quite literally, TERF shit and evangelical shit.

Trying to be in fandom and take a stance of, "Anti/Pro shit? Ew, I'm Not Touching that," is like swimming in a heavily polluted river and being like, "Poison? Cringe. Not me lol."

You might be lucky enough to be in a less-polluted part of the river (AKA a relatively non-toxic fandom, in which case good for you!)...but tbh this rhetoric and peer-signalling will still seep in.

I can't stress enough that pro-fiction, AKA "proship", is the normal, leftist-about-art-and-sex opinion. Pro-ship is against all the horrible things you're against; in fact, pro-ship isn't trivializing real trauma by equating it with fictional trauma, or trying to apply literal evangelical/radfem solutions--which are proven not to prevent or help. Profiction/proship is literally just saying, "Fiction is fiction, reality is reality, and the two don't have a 1:1 relationship. And historically, trying to censor just things we've decided are bad has done nothing but get LGBTQ+ and POCs censored. Therefore, depictions of illegal things shouldn't be censored." That's it. "Proshippers all ship problematic ships," is a brazen lie. Many of them share other fans' disgust for those ships, they just don't believe in censoring fic authors over it.

It is also taking a stand against harassment because--and I hope my own story has helped drive this home--as with all groups who adopt ingroup/outgroup thinking, antis are defined by their tactics, not actual stances on real, serious issues. What happened to me was absolutely a result of anti, "it's okay to 'bully out' anything I just don't like" mindset pervading fandom. In a way, this was the mindset's final form. They didn't even feel the need to cite a reason the trope was "bad" or "wrong"; it annoyed them, and they viewed their own feelings as a valid enough pathway for policing to go right ahead and do so.

In the interest of offering solutions instead of just bitching about problems, I might make a "how to know if you've bought into these types of views"-type post sometime. Also might come back to this and provide some sources/citation.

[creatingblackcharacters]

This might seem like a weird thing to get hung up on, but in reference to your post about Wyll's hairstyling, someone made the comment that they imagined Mizora used magic to braid his hair as part of their pact. You replied that this was a racist idea and offered to explain why, but they never commented back. If you're still willing to discuss it, I actually would like the explanation. I'm not disagreeing that it's racist, I just think I'm missing some of the nuances/reasoning.

The only explanation I can think of is the way that Wyll's relationship with Mizora is treated, both in and out of game, just makes the joke really not funny. I hate that Mizora is treated as a quirky, love-to-loathe-her side villain when she's essentially Wyll's abuser. She should be treated with the same gravitas that the writers treat Astarion's relationship to Cazador, or Karlach's relationship to Zariel. Then you've got the fans, who can write loads of rants and analysis of Mystra "grooming" Gale on what I would consider very little basis (adults can have teachers too), but stay pretty mum about Mizora, who started manipulating Wyll when he was 17, isolated him from any support systems he might have had, and literally tortures him with the torments of Hell for disobeying her. I forget which conversation it is, but Wyll even describes her visits to him after he completes a task for her as her "saying all the right words" and "touching him in just the right ways."

Maybe I just haven't seen people talking about it because I'm not looking in the right places, I tend to keep most fandoms at arm's length so I'm not swallowed whole by their nonsense. I'm sorry if this turned into an extra long vent message, but I hope it shows I care about Wyll as a character and the work you're doing in general to improve the portrayal of black characters in fiction and fandom.

I mean, you pretty much said it all. I mentioned in my hair lessons that hair is very important to Black people, and that it's also a matter of consent. You wouldn't want just anybody touching your body, and that includes your hair, yes? So it would be incredibly violating for some white person that is essentially your abuser touching your hair, your body, something that is important to you! How can there be real consent if someone OWNS you? Hair is something that requires trust and intimacy. Especially with the idea that a white person would know better how to do your Black hair?! No thanks.

It's also something that ties into my most recent lesson with stereotypes, plus issues with how men are perceived with abusers. The idea that a boy should be "grateful" that a woman is attracted to/attached to them, even when it's inappropriate. For me, what I see when I see Mizora is a white coded woman allowed to mistreat a young Black boy into his adulthood, and treated as though he brought it on himself, as if he deserves to be mistreated by someone who took advantage of him. I see that people won't take that violation seriously, bc no one cares about the dignity of Black bodies nor do we offer them grace under fire.

Whereas if this were a young white girl, and an older Black coded male demon had done these things to her, all hell would break loose. Fans would immediately understand that that sort of relationship is not appropriate and we should not just assume that "oh well it's just sexy".

I mentioned in the last lesson that this sort of "attraction" has gotten Black boys and men killed at the whims of white women. It's not "funny" to me to think that some white coded woman is allowed to treat Wyll that way and everyone is just... Cool with it. I'd be very nervous to ask your opinions on real Black people.

It's honestly why I felt uncomfortable getting interested in the fandom to begin with, in addition to everything else involved with Wyll and his VA Theo. BG3 doesn't seem like a welcoming place fr, and I too have to keep fandom at an arms length for racism reasons, but as I've done with fandom before this: that's my chance to maybe create something that's missing. 👍🏾

[nataliawrites]

Hi! Something with Charles while the reader is on her period please? 🥹

Also, loved your last writing for Daniel! It was so creative and funny!

No Big Deal // Charles Leclerc

You couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend. Charles spoiled you — with gifts, with attention, and, most importantly, with his actions.

Your relationship was still relatively new, in that wondrous honeymoon phase that often came with young love, but you have never felt as connected with someone as with Charles.

You have yet to move in together but your toothbrush was a mainstay in his en suite and more and more of your clothing was migrating to his walk-in closet. You loved spending evenings together — cooking or watching movies or just relishing in each other’s company — and you usually ended up staying over.

But up until now you managed to avoid spending the night when you were on your period. Charles was either racing abroad or work kept you away. You had no such excuses now. It was the off-season, you had a week off from work, and the only thing you had with you was a pad that has probably been at the bottom of your purse since you first moved to Monaco.

You’re a big girl. You hype yourself up. Just say it. There shouldn’t be a stigma around periods anyway.

“Love?”

“Mmh.” You’re halfway through watching the newest season of Survivor and Charles is lightly dozing under you.

“Can you go to the pharmacy for me quickly?”

He startles awake, almost bumping his forehead against yours, “what is it? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s nothing. But I just started my period and I realized that I didn’t bring anything with me for it.”

“You scared me, amore. And that won’t be necessary. Check under the bathroom sink, in the cabinet. I stocked up on the products I saw in your apartment when you first started coming over.”

You swear your heart melts a little right there and then.

“Thank you, love. Seriously. It means a lot that you thought of me like that.”

“Anything for you, amore.”

Later that night, spooning with Charles who is acting as your own personal anti-cramp heater, you feel a trickle of wetness escape your underwear.

Oh no. Oh no.

You slide out from under Charles’ arm and force yourself out from under the warm duvet. You feel for your cell phone on the nightstand and turn on the flashlight, angling it so as not to disturb your boyfriend. Sure enough, you see a bright red splotch on the white cotton sheet.

You rush to the en suite, digging through the medicine cabinet for some hydrogen peroxide and pouring it on a wet towel. You tip toe back into the bedroom, trying your best to dab at the blood without waking Charles up. It doesn’t work.

“Amore? Why are you up?”

You look up at Charles’ sleepy face, barely making out his features, and realize that your hands are shaking so bad that the flashlight is no longer directed at the bed. You anxiously start to ramble, “I’m sorry. I bled through. I’m just trying to clean it. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“Stop it, amore. Take a breath. It’s just a sheet. Why don’t you go clean yourself up and I’ll put on a new one? It’s really no big deal.”

“Really?” You sniffle.

“I promise. Your comfort matters a hundred times more than a sheet which will take me less than a minute to replace.”

“Thank you, my love.” You cross the room to press your lips to his, “how did I get so lucky?”

“Believe me, I’m the lucky one. Come back to bed quickly and I promise you more cuddles.”

[obae-me]

Omg Hi!!! It has been so long since I have seen you on my dash! How are you doing love? I hope you are doing super well ^.^ I recently saw your Mc with trauma post. I loved it so much, and it has also given me a lot to mull over the past few days lol.

Honestly I love the idea of a traumatized Mc and the brothers feeling like absolute shit for the way they treated them in the beginning... but yk another part of me wonders when I imagine my own traumas in that scenario... that for people (the bros- literal demons) who have faced so many things and traumas in their own lives, whether my feelings or pain is even comparable to that. Ik you can't compare things like that and the brothers would probably even be mad if I think of my feelings this way since it's the "Ohhhh someone always has it worse. It's not even that bad so just suck it up" self-deprecating part of me. Despite knowing ALL THAT I can't help but think that I am not traumatized enough to deserve empathy lmao (I realize how stupid it sounds saying it out loud).

So that is what REALLY got me thinking. What about an Mc that is genuinely terrified of scrutiny, being a nuisance and just basically inconveniencing anyone for things that are just basic needs. Idk if I am explaining it well enough oof and a mc like that (like me lmao) certainly won't bode well with Lucifer. Atleast not in the beginning. I could hate him (I could never but if I did) but still be terrified of disappointing him. This is what I mean when I say I love him but he reminds me too much of my father habits wise 🤢.

I am thinking a Mc who is afraid of asking even their basic needs at the beginning once Lucifer mumbled about them being too much trouble. Mc who feels so extremely guilty when the brothers get anything for them, cuz they feel like they have to work for it or they don't deserve it. Mc whose blood freezes over when they break something and try to replace it as quick as possible so no one blames them. Mc who never expresses their concerns so as to not add to the brothers' already full plates or worry them. It hurts to bottle it all up but seeing the brothers' concerned faces with so much PITY is a thousand times worse. Mc who never complains and adjusts to even unfair situations so as to not be a bother. Mc who just takes, takes and takes everything bad and doesn't say a word cuz they feel like they deserve it. Mc who tells little white lies to hide their flaws and be the perfect exchange student and avoid scoldings and criticisms ; only to stew in shame, disgust, self-loathing when someone eventually catches up on one of the lies (the person probably didn't even make a big deal of it/ was only mildly disappointed but Mc feels their heart breaking in two as they think they have broken their trust forever and would never be trusted again)

Gosh this got way longer than I was expecting >.< and a lot of signs like these aren't really obvious until you are close to that person. I think so many of us are so hard and rutheless to ourselves when sometimes the thing we need the most is a little compassion and understanding ;-;

Hi! I love seeing you in my inbox and thank you! I've been in recovery mode for the last few months but am finally coming back out of that cave and working on my hobbies again (seriously going too long without writing almost feels like going without food for me)! I hope you've been doing well too!

And oof, yes, I understand what you're saying completely. I'm like that too in a lot of ways, keeping certain details or complaints to myself because "Oh surely what I've been to is really nothing". And sometimes I let something slip and people get very concerned. Which is validating in a way, not that I need to be validated for it, everyone goes through their own pain and awful things SUCK no matter to what extent it is and I've had to learn that through my life.

(Wow that MC really is just me, huh? Calling me out are you? /j)

Honestly this type of MC is just canon to me. (I mean, the more pithy responses the MC has in original OM might just be due to writing but to me it just seems like the calm and general response of someone throwing out NPC answers as a survival tactic.)

They suck things up and soak up everything that's been said to them and work hard to remain a normal functioning being.

And of course Lucifer is an interesting character to think about with this MC because on one hand the human could absolutely despise him for the way he treats them. Or on the other hand (if you're like me I guess, which I realize is hella unhealthy, oops) the MC could look up to him and work extra hard to try to gain his validation, because getting praise from someone like that means you must not be a failure, right?

And just...the dynamic of that is so appealing to me, because Lucifer loves when people work hard and do what they're told, but then if he finally comes to the realization that they're burning out and actually almost putting themselves in more danger and harm because of HIM? And at the end of the day he's doing more damage than any of his chaotic brothers? (I like to have him spiral and be humbled just a bit)

Just all of the brothers doing some deep introspection once they come to care for MC and needing to sit down and realize that probably made their human feel so much worse and then spending the rest of eternity trying to fix that. And then the "I can fix him" mentality from MC turns into the "I can fix them" from every other character. A special Uno Reverse, if you will.

Oops, this turned into a fairly long ramble of my own...

Thanks for popping into my inbox with your thoughts! Traumatized MC deserves some extreme love

[grampstaxidermy87]

Bunny

Pairing: Poly!VolturiKings x Child!reader(Platonic)

Request: anon : Could I please have something where the reader is the adopted child of the kings and is really cute when they’re sleepy. So the kings and guard love it, also maybe have an altercation where Caius is being a super protective father and just yells and rants meanwhile he has his half asleep child cuddled up in his arms like a little bunny? Thanks grandpa!

An: Oh darling this was so adorable I had so much fun writing it, hope you enjoy my lovelies! ❤️

(P/n)- Pronoun.

There was a strange tension in the air when i was awoken by a light shake to my shoulder, tired eyes blinking slowly as Demetri's hovering face greeted me with a soft smile.

"Sorry to wake you Bunny, but Master Aro needs you in the throne room at once." Furrowing my brows in confusion as my half asleep body was lifted out of bed I held onto his uniform jacket, "Can I have my blanket?"

Demetri chuckled at my mumbled request, it was no secret that the ancient vampires in the castle loved when I was sleepy. While I was always kind and soft spoken I was especially clingy and cuddly when I was tired, quickly earning the nickname 'Bunny' by the guard and then taken up by my own fathers.

"Of course, Prince(ss/x)." He hummed, bending down enough to allow me to grab the fluffy blanket I adored so much.

Now happy with the blanket hugged against my face Demetri took that as a cue to head for the throne room, carefully running down the halls until we reached our destination.

The doors were pulled opened and shut for us, the same tension I could sense earlier now thickened as I took in the room.

Two women,one human and one vampire, stood close together by us while another vampire was having his thoughts read by my eccentric father,Aro.

I always loved seeing him in his element, in full control of the room with just the wave of a hand. I knew no matter how scary my papa’s could get they’d always be the same men who would stop at nothing to protect and love me.

They had taken me in when my mother abandoned me on their doorstep, falling in love with their adorable baby the moment I was brought to them by Jane.

They took their roles as parental figures very seriously, treating me like royalty as they raised me to be a powerful and strong vampire once I became of age.

I loved my family more than anything, and they loved me just as much. I knew I would spend the rest of my life,whether that be human or vampire, happy so long as I was with them.

The raven haired king smiled fondly as he looked at me, releasing the man's hand while Demetri set me down and ensured I was stable on my feet.

"There you are Bunny, I deeply apologize for ruining your nap. I promise you this won't take long." He said with a doting smile as he walked over and bent down to cup my cheeks, pressing a loving kiss on my forehead.

"It's okay papa, What do you need?" He watched me with an adoring gaze as my voice drooped with sleepiness, looking as if I'd fall asleep standing.

"Caius is a bit hotheaded right now,will you calm him?" I heard an angry huff coming from said 'hothead', giving a warm smile I nodded.

He chuckled and watched as I wrapped my blanket around my shoulders and happily made my way up to Marcus, Who smiled lovingly as I approached.

"Good morning, Cara Mia." He playfully teased,leaning down slightly as I stood up on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "Morning daddy!." He smiled adoringly, watching as i then made my way over to Caius.

The Blonde was glaring at the human with a tightly clenched jaw, it was obvious he was extremely close to snapping and tearing the girl apart.

"Dad?" His hands clenched against the arms of the chair as he tried to not melt at how soft his baby called for him, he would not give in...yet.

"Daddy..?" No he refused!

Shifting closer I climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs and I forced him to look into my eyes.

"Papa Caius..please cuddle with me? I’m tired." And just like that his armor was cracked.

His arms wrapped around my waist as he lifted me onto his lap, tickling me from the vibrations as he grumbled with half-hearted frustration.

"Not fair Aro,you know I can never deny my precious bunny." Caius growled at his brother as I giggled, letting out a huff he began running his fingers through my blanket as I settled comfortably in his protective embrace.

"Softy." His body tensed at Marcus’s teasing remark but the brunette had no room to talk, they were all putty in the hands of this human child.

"Only for (p/n), my bunny." He huffed before placing his chin atop my head.

The moment was shattered by the vampire woman from before interrupting, “How can you punish us for telling a human when you have a human child as a pet? A bit hypocritical don’t you think!” She accused glaring at us, or more so Caius.

Bad move really.

Flinching I burrowed deeper into Caius, not liking what she was implying. My dads loved me, I was not a pet…right?

Caius’s grip tightened a bit before remembering who was on his lap, moving his hands to the arms of the throne where I could hear the faint sounds of it cracking under his strong hands.

His protectiveness over me growing deadly as he plotted the woman’s death with the scalding heat of his ruby red eyes, so much so that I was surprised the pixie-like girl did not burst into flames.

“I will have you know Alice, that while we may call them Bunny (p/n) is in no way a pet. (P/n) is your prince(ss/x) and will only be referred to as such by you, and yes it is true (p/n) is a human child. But that will not be the case for long, (p/n) has set a date for when (p/n) will join us in immortality. Once (p/n) has reached the age of 21 will (p/n) take (p/n) rightful place beside us in ruling.” Aro said,appearing at my side and brushing his hand soothingly over my hair.

His eyes held a softness filled with nothing but love when he read the insecurity in my thoughts,and though he was furious at her he forced himself not to scowl as he turned back to ‘Alice’.

“Alas the same can not be said for…dear Isabella, who Edward shows no intention of turning.” The girl cowered behind Alice in fear as she glanced at Edward, the man looking away to hide from her pleading gaze.

Only confirming Aro’s words to be true….poor girl.

Moving to sit sideways on Caius’s lap I tucked my head under his chin, his left arm wrapped around my waist tugging me closer as he tightened the blanket around me.

“Edward, turn me, please it’s the only way!” I couldn’t watch any longer as she pleaded with a man who couldn’t even look her in the eye as he broke her heart, even after she came all this way to save him.

Looking away I buried my face into Caius’s chest, listening as his protective growls soothed my racing heart. He held my head to his chest so I didn’t have to look,not wanting me to bare witness to the executions no matter how many I have seen.

“Just focus on me Bunny, papa’s got you.” He whispered into my ear,hands rubbing the back of my neck tenderly as he hummed the tune of (fave/song), he knew it always helped to calm me.

It only took a minute before my tiredness caught up to me, making Caius chuckle as he heard my breathing even out as I fell asleep.

He then glanced at Aro who nodded, watching as the blonde stood up and carried their child down the hall behind their thrones.

It only took the king a minute to reach his prince(ss/xes) bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him he walked around the large bed and moved the blankets before placing me in my designating spot.

“My adorable baby bunny, such power over me even as a mortal. Only you have the most powerful vampires in the world wrapped around your little fingers.” He hummed covering me in my blanket and tucking me in snugly before sitting down on the edge.

He watched over me for a moment,just watching me breath with content bliss on my face.

“I wish you could stay this small forever…I fear you won’t rely on me..on us..as much once you’ve grown.” He allowed himself to feel vulnerable,sharing his fears as he brushed his fingers across my cheek.

“You will have people kneeling before you, giving you the respect and admiration you deserve. I will make sure of it.” Placing a kiss on my forehead he swiftly stood and made his way to the door. Stopping to look over his precious child one last time,”But for now…rest, I love you (y/n).”

He shut the door leaving me alone, missing the smile growing on my lips as I hugged my blanket closer.

“I love you more papa.” I whispered falling back asleep.

[sunflower-author]

Hello 😁🤚🏻

I hope you are in good health and have a full spirit 💖

I'm having trouble getting in a writing mood and reading others story always make me happy. I've never really sent request before so this would be my frist, I hope it's not much trouble, and if you can't find inspiration for it, I'll understand if you can't or don't want to do it.

I was hoping you could write a yandere assassination classroom, the entire class of 3-E or just a few like Karma, Nagisa, Itona (anyone really) with a reader that couldn't care less about their yandere nature, and someone blurts out (do to feeling guilty) that they have been stalking them home and had taking some of their stuff (the class thinking reader will get mad) but reader just shrugged and say they already knew and that they need to work on their stalking because she figured them out on day 2. Gender doesn't matter, but if you do gender fluid that be nice if not anything else is good.

If you don't wish to write it, please say no◇

Please have a good day/night. ♡

SO SORRY!! This took much longer than I anticipated for!!

I really hope you like it!! If not please lmk on things I can fix!!!

Also, somehow this was a bit rushed too sorry!

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"Hey Ritsu, are you connected?" Tomohito asks, sitting down at a desk beside her.

"Yes, the girls put the cameras in, there are no blind spots," Ritsu answers.

"Wait, no blind spots? Wouldn't that be... I don't know..." Kaede says worried.

"The cameras are only in their living room, we didn't put any cameras in anything else if that was what you were thinking," Tomohito says reassuring Kaede.

"Well we did put some listening devices, in some of the plushies we gave them, isn't that right? Itona?" Rio asks, putting an arm around him. 

"Making them was a bit tricky, but it was a lot easier to make than the cameras," Itona says, playing with his remote car.

"You guys are seriously trying too hard," Karma says, in a mocking tone having his dumb smirk, plastered on his face.

"Really now? and what do you suggest we do differently?" Ryoma asks, clearly annoyed.

"You all a bunch of babies, if you really loved Y/N you'll skip this boring stalking thing, and just take things into your own hands," Karma says, with a statistic smile.

"If we were to do that Y/N would hate us forever," Nagisa counters back.

"Really?, Because I think that if we keep them long enough, they will eventually fall for us, I mean humans are social creatures, needing contact in order to survive, with us being their only contact they will eventually fall for us, right?" Karma says explaining.

"Even if that were to happen, if we keep them isolated they might break, losing themselves then loving us, I don't want that to happen," Nagisa says seriously, looking up at Karma.

"A small price that might be paid," Karma says, shrugging "But if it were just me, they wouldn't break, but now that I am sharing the chances would be higher," he says as if the class were all just a nuisance.

"Guys! Shut Up! Y/N just walked into the building!" Hinata says, panting a bit as she just ran into the room.

With that, the room goes silent...

Until...

"Takuya I'm sorry, but I'm busy after school today how about tomorrow?" you say walking in the room. All eyes are on you, ".....Um.. Hey guys?" you say unsurely. 

The tension in the room faded, and they all started talking like nothing happened. It was a bit scary how the mood can change like a flip of a switch. 

"Hey Y/N! What were you talking about with Takuya?" Manami asks, in her usual timid voice.

"Oh just if I was able to hand out at the ramen place later on today, but I'm hanging out with Rinka and Ryunosuke later," you say casually.

"Heh, sorry Takuya but there are already three of us, maybe next time we'll invite you," Rinka says teasingly.

"Hey Y/N,  do you wanna come with me to the teacher's lounge? Korosensei just came back from Germany yesterday," Kaede asks, popping her head out the door. "Sounds fun and good, I'm in," you say excitedly, as you head out the door.

Takuya waits for your footsteps to become gone before saying "You just want more pictures of Y/N that's the only reason you and Ryunosuke, are taking them out," clearly annoyed.

"Oh whatever, you always like looking at the pictures in the end, just like everyone else," Ryunosuke says rolling his eyes.

"I.. just make sure they're good," Takuya says embarrassed.

"Your talking to the best snippers in class 3-E, we always have good visuals on our target," Rinka says, hearing the pride in her voice.

"I thought you guys said that Rinka and Ryunosuke stopped taking pictures of Y/N?" Manami asks worried.

"I... well... it's complicated," Hiroto says, trying to explain it to her, as he was the one who told Manami that they stopped taking pictures of Y/N.

"He obviously lied to you," Karma says blankly. "Your too empathic, we needed you to stop worrying over Y/N, knowing that you would break, telling them everything... well ruining everything for all of us," Karma says explaining.

"I admit that I'm not the best actor, but you guys didn't have to lie about Y/N, I care about them, just as much as any of you guys, I even made the drugs you asked for," Manami says, as he holds up a bag of different bottles.

"Wait... what drugs?" Nagisa asks, confused and curious.

"You know the the drugs, I made my own chloroform, something that calms the mind, something that weakens muscles, and lastly something that can make them sleepy," Manami says explaining.

"We didn't... Karma!" Nagisa says, angry by the thought Karma would do such a thing.

"So what if I was, I promise I won't do it alright, especially now that you know," Karma says as he puts his hands up.

"Hey guys! We're back," Kaede says, walking through the door. Signaling to everyone that you are nearby, it became a habit sometimes when they talk they become so engaged in the conversation, that they lose track of anything else, including your presence.

"Ah Y/N, just the person I wanted to see," Karma says, with a sweet smile. You know something is up when he smiles like that, just when does he normally smile sweetly?

"Karma... what do you want?" You ask hesitantly, staying cautious. 

"You know, we barely spend time with each other, most of the time you just hang out with everyone else... it seems like your avoiding me," he says hurt, clearly acting.

"Karma you know that's not true, everyone just makes plans with me every single second of the day, you know this, so what's your point?" you ask, wondering what he is trying to say.

"It's just that...don't you think it's a bit odd... that every day you have someone that wants to hang out with you, it's a bit abnormal behavior? Ever noticed how everyone treats you slightly differently? Or the fact that they know small details about you, that you've never shared before? Do you wonder why is that?" Karma says still smiling, but with a mischievous face.

"Karma..." Nagisa says, with a dark look, warning Karma.

"You messed up my plan, I'm just returning the favor," Karma says looking at Nagisa, then turns to you.

"Well, don't you?" Karma says in a smug tone.

"... I wonder why, on my first day of school, Rinka and Ryunosuke were following me home, I wonder why Kotaro somehow knows when I'm going to mess up on things, I wonder why Nagisa has a whole notebook dedicated to me, and lastly I wonder why you act so innocent when you are the worst one out of everyone, do seriously think I don't know that you hurt people that I talk to that is not in this class? And a whole lot more things of you and the rest of the class," You say, calm and collected.

"You knew this whole time?..." Nagisa asks with wide eyes.

"Anyone would have been able to see and know what you all were planning," You say turning to look back at him. (Any normal person would be oblivious to it all)

"Heh, I knew I couldn't fall in love with just any normal person, turns out you truly are unique," Karma says proud that you were conscious of what they were doing.

[aonungyoufuck]

hi! i hope my request will be okay to you rules but im thirst for smth like this ;

y/n is sully, and mated with aonung (aged up obv)

so in the first part they do yfkyn (smut) and in the second part y/n is pregnant and all alone in the shore bc everyone went to fight with sky people. the birth started but there is so much complication so she end so messed up with so much blood coming out from her v and half conscious. when aonung come back he found her and first he loose his mind he was so scared but then he take her to ronal who need to do all the things like sew her and everything - her condition was tragic.

firstly im so sorry for my english (it is not my first language so yeah) but i decided to write because i see that youre aonung specialist 😂❤️

Ma Baby Ma Baby

Warnings: Obv birth, Some tear kinda gore? Graphic for sure.

Ao'nung (22) Reader (21)

Thank you for the request Anon! Sorry it took me a while since i dont typically write Smut i tried making it up with it some more with the rest of the story (Also i was lowkey coughing up my lungs so excuse my tardiness i hope this was okay!)

Finally. was all you can think about as you felt the stinging pain of the tattoo now being painted over your skin. Sure You dint really need to do this Given your darker complexion and the fact that well you weren't really metkayina well... But that didn't matter. You had stated this is what you wanted for you. For him.

"Almost done don't worry"

Truth be told this was only one Tattoo of many you were sure to have. One of your spirit sister, No doubt later came the mate tattoo.

Just the thought sent shivers down your spine. You had never thought this would happen. That you would be Mated to Ao'nung. Truly no you didn't see this coming.

Had you told yourself when you arrived and hated the poor man's guts. Well You'd probably ask you to drown. However now it was different. He had changed along side you.

"How gorgeous you are"

"Oh stop that i just came to show you" You said slapping his hand off of your hip. No doubt some time later you'd see your spirit sister with one too.

"And yet you take my breath away anytime i see you"

"Oh hush. Do you like it or not?" You asked moving your loincloth just a little bit more to show him fully the full thing.

Feeling his hand stroke your inner thigh and beginning to whisper in your ear. "I do"

"Stop that" You spoke slapping his hand feeling the other now rest on your back and pull you into him.

Now you were not much shorter than him. Not by a lot but right now you felt so utterly small, and in a good way too. Feeling him rub against you, the loincloth now rubbing right above your own.

"Ao'nung stop we cant stop once we start"

"Who said i want to stop" He whispered again now pushing you two down at full force. Him atop you feeling you and you in turn him.

It honestly felt like a bunch of little things were crawling on you with the excitement that you felt.

You two never done anything more than hug or kiss. Never taking it too far. You two knew better than doing anything before mating. But maybe it was time to try something new.

"Ao'nung seriously! Your mother and my father will kill us if we do anything right now"

"Its a good thing your worth it then" He spoke. Kissing your neck and lowering dangerously. Feeling his hand messing with your top.

Jake was a very strict father, It was a blessing he even gave Ao'nung the blessing of courting you. But if this went on any more you were sure you'd lose your mate before he even officially became your mate.

You may as well go out together, you thought now pulling him closer to you. You were thankful that right now it was well past eclipse and no doubt everyone was asleep. So if anyone were to see anything, well it was really their fault.

"It seems even you want this my love"

"Oh shut up"

Almost like messy teens trying to get something from each other. You two messed around with the knot of each other's loincloth. before Finally being expose to one another.

You couldn't help but avade looking at him. Before he placed a hand on your cheek making you turn to him. "Look at me my dear"

Taking in a gulp the air now thick with a tension you had only ever heard of. Looking at him fully. His tattoo on his shoulder wrapping around to his back and little over his peck.

"No need to hide now, dont you think"

You smiled letting him feel you. And you in turn touching him.

"May i ?" He asked looking down to your core. If you weren't high on the emotions you were sure you would have slapped him away to not look. But right now you didn't care.

You chuckled now going to sit at his lap. You wetting him and him in turn causing a friction you so desperately wanted right now. Kissing him. So desperate and yet so gentle.

Both your breathes becoming labored as you smelled each other. Kissing his head and then his collarbone before looking into his eyes.

"Take me as you see me"

He took in a gulp. Feeling you. Seeing you and tasting you. It was all he ever had dreamed of.

And with a prayer on his lips he guided himself to your core. The feeling engulfing you two as he bit your shoulder to hold back a growl that he had been holding.

Now exactly nine months later here you were standing and waiting for Ao'nung to return. Just like you had predicted Your parent's weren't pleased to know you two had laid with each other. Not that you had admitted to.

Actually you had a whole four months to prepare for your ceremonial bond. But Ronal wasn't stupid neither was your mother. Neytiri was talking to jake when the suspension came on. You had been eating too much and so she asked Tsahik to make sure of it.

Sure enough your parents. Especially Jake was beyond furious. And by default you two had your ceremony much sooner than expected.

Now To say Jake and Ronal were the only ones who were furious was an understatement. It really felt that Tonowari, Tuk and Tsireya were the only ones that were happy.

Bless Ao'nung for handling your family.

Unfortunately that short lived bliss of being mates was interrupted. Roa had been found dead with her calf. Now you all stood watching as your father told them to warn the Tulkun. You couldn't move. You weren't allowed.

You just waited watching as Lo'ak and Neteyam were now arguing.

It all happened in a flash. You were in the arms of Ao'nung, and then the next you were asking him to be safe in bringing your brother's back.

Taking yourself into your pod.

You prayed. The pit in your stomach now hurting as you felt your breath hitch. You still had a few months to go. But it felt painful suddenly.

"Eywa please please let this fear leave me" you begged. Hand on your stomach as you couldn't even hear the horns sound.

War didn't just hurt those to went to it. Soldiers bled but the innocent stay and suffer that pain.

The silence of the village was what alarmed you. You were completely alone. Perhaps the stress? The emptiness of it all but you felt your water break.

Panic seeped into your heart. It was far too early. Too dangerously early and you were alone. Nobody in sight. Without even thinking you let out a cry unbeknownst to you calling your Ikran 'Ana.

You didn't even know what to do. All you remembered was what little you had learned from Ronal and your mother. You thanked 'Ana for being ever so patient as you pulled at her face and held her there while you went into the water.

Let Gravity help

That's all you were told was your best of friends. And so you did. Feeling 'Ana Grumble and growl along side you. Perhaps too she was scared of what was happening.

You felt the sting. And then the shooting pain. You began to push on instinct too But that sharp burning pain didnt stop. Looking down at the water you saw red.

Blood. A lot of Blood

'help'

it was the only thing on your mind as you finally felt the relieve of the growing tension ease.

But that wasn't the end of it. Yours lungs ached and the bleeding was getting so much worse. Looking at 'Ana you looked at her finally.

"Please..get mom"

That's all you wanted letting her fly off. You looked down again. Placing your hand down to feel. An open wound. And the head of your babe poking out.

Screaming again as you began to push. Feeling yourself get lightheaded. You looked to the open sea. Cries. War. And you were all alone delivering your babe by yourself.

Begging, Silently praying to Eywa as you felt your legs shake.

Ao'nung along side Tsireya was now dragging back a wounded Neteyam. He made a promise to bring your brother's back. Jake Had told him to take him back to shore and that's what he did.

His people Some wounded and some not so much. Some being dragged. To the safety of his mother's healing pod.

And that's when he saw you. He was so sure he didn't let you anywhere NEAR the battle. He was so sure he didn't see you there. But there you were.

He was one of the very first few people back. And there you were laying on the shore. The water around you red.

"Ao'nung!" Tsireya yelled now taking Neteyam in her arms as she saw him run to you.

So much blood. So much blood. Dragging you he saw the cord that now left your legs and he began to search the water. Scared. Terribly scared, frightened to his core to think that something happened to you or the babe.

And then he brought the small thing up. Its movement now erratic before he let out a shrill cry. He wanted to be happy. He wanted to be so happy

But this babe was so so small. So terribly tiny. And you were bleeding.

"Go take her to the pod! Go" Tsireya yelled again struggling to drag ao'nung but noticing some people coming back.

Ao'nung didn't think he just picked you up and placed the babe in your arms as he took you to his mom's pod.

Now he was no healer. But his mom had taught him how to stop the bleeding So while she would take a while to get here He could do what was the best for the meantime.

Jake now stood in front of the pod where you were being taken care of along side Neteyam. He was both thankful and yet Furious with himself that he let this happen.

He looked at his son in law. his face a distant memory of when he let home tree fall. A loss and yet being so lost in thought.

"kid?"

He didnt respond possibly to shell shocked as he waited

"Hey it'll be alright okay?"

"Will she be alright?" He asked like a little kid. Looking at his family and then Tonowari both parents dealing with having to protect their kids.

Before he could speak. Ronal opened the veil of the pod looking at all of them and then her son. "she's alright"

"and Neteyam?"

"He's alright as well. Hasn't woken up yet but is stable. Come" She said stepping aside and letting them all in.

You kept looking at the ceiling. As you had been the entire time you were conscious. Ronal having to stitch you up and while painful it wasn't as traumatizing and enduring labor alone.

You saw Ao'nung and then your father. And that's when you began to cry. You had been so scared and you were terrified as Ronal had not said a word about your baby.

"Shh its okay. Its okay sweet girl" Your father said stroking your head as you couldn't help but cry.

Ao'nung holding your hand before he felt his mother tap him on the shoulder. A small bundle. Barely the size of a healthy babe in her arms.

"He is tiny. Premature. But he is healthy" She spoke watching as all your family now surrounded her and watched.

She was right. Such a tiny little thing.

Ao'nung smiled. Kissing your head as he just held you. "healthy my love healthy"

You couldn't help but laugh a little through your sobs as you felt ronal lay the small thing on your chest. Sure now came the path of having to care for such a premature babe. But you were just glad all that pain. All that panic was worth it. Because as you two stared at your little son. It made it all worth it.

"Welcome to the family little one" You heard Neteyam say next to you. and Oh Eywa. Was it the thing you wanted to hear after hearing your babe cry too.

[goodluckclove]

How Clove Gardener Writes (an Overview)

I definitely told myself when I started this blog a billion years ago, at the dawn of human civilization, that I wouldn't make any attempt to tell you how to write. You know - other than saying just do it do the thing write it close the blog open the document type type three sentences bam look you did it good job i love you now go get yourself a treat.

But I've spoken to a few writers who seem to benefit from the insight of me just explaining how I write. So I thought I'd give a little peek into my own mindset. I cannot stress enough that this is what works for me. It's a methodology that I've built up over the course of like fifteen years of trying different things, keeping what works, and throwing the rest right out the goddamned window.

If any of this seems new and appealing give it a try. If it doesn't help I'm wrong and bad as a person (no I'm kidding but seriously if it doesn't work that's fine and we're both fine). If it helps you owe me a picture of a frog drawn from memory.

Let's see how long I ramble. Follow me under the read more!

Okay, so let's get this out of the way. I've never taken a writing class. No, that's not true. I took one when I was thirteen and another one in high school and I don't remember anything either of them taught me. Oh and I took an online creative writing class in college, but I also didn't retain anything and the next year I dropped out of college. So I also don't have a degree in jack shit.

What else? I don't outline. I've written upwards of 15 novels (13-15, I honestly can't remember) and I did not outline any of them. This includes character sheets and worldbuilding lore. My first published novel Blind Trust was born from the concept of the Lover's Knot, which is just like some witchy magic lore. I thought it would be cool so I was like "who could maybe be some guys" and then I introduced some guys and then bam 180k later it was Scott and Edgar.

I do virtually no preparation to write a novel other than the vaguest premise and maybe like one cool scene. I did not have a cool scene for Blind Trust, but I do have one for Migration Patterns. What I don't have is an ending. I don't think I've ever written a novel knowing how it ends.

Literally here's what I do. This is all I do. I sit down and I write until I don't know what's going to happen next, at which point I step away and I listen to some music or I go to the museum or I take a nap until I decide how to continue. That's it.

For me it's going to the zoo every day and seeing the monkeys. And every day they're doing something different. Sometimes they're sleeping, or they're pawing at each other, or they're gathering sticks. I can call out to them and offer to show them a card trick or share my Bugles with them, and they might come up to the wall of the enclosure to see what I'm doing. Or they might not. I do not really have control of the situation, but it doesn't matter because they aren't fully aware of me.

At some point either I have to leave the zoo for some reason. Maybe I'm tired, or maybe the monkeys have been pulled in to be fed their lunch (it's bananas and peanuts). Either way I add that day's behavior to the pile and then come back tomorrow.

Once I find an ending I go back and I read through the book again and trim any fat that's in the wrong places while adding flesh to some naked bones. Then I wait a week or more (usually I can only wait a week) and go back and do it again. By that point it's ready to hopefully have someone read it, after which I make small edits and tweaks.

That's how I do it. Or at least, that's how I do it for longform prose projects that I plan to publish. I've written plenty of novels that just stayed first drafts because I didn't feel like revising them and then I moved on to the next one. I don't regret that. I don't consider it a waste of time.

I would never consider a trip to the zoo a waste of time.

Anyways, that's what works for me. I don't know if all of this will apply to other brains. I don't know if any of it will. I figure it might just be useful to get an in-depth look at what I personally vibe with.

I'm so down to talk writing at any time, by the way. I love to do it. Tell me why you aren't writing and I would be happy to listen and try to help. Or just brainstorm. Seriously, my DMs and inbox are perpetually open. Talking about writing is one of my favorite things to do.

Let's go look at some monkeys together.

[khoipyan]

First of all, love your writing (*´▽｀*)

Feel free to ignore this if i'm direspecting your rules or anything.

I got a funny idea for a request: imagine playing octatrio with Adeuce. Ace is Floyd, Deuce is Jade he is trying his best and Reader is Azul. And then, for their horror and cringe, actual octatrio walks in. Fluff for Jade, Azul and Floyd.

are you me?

adeuce + gn!reader playing around as the octavinelle boys, only for the actual trio to come along.

warnings; no warnings. but i’ve never written for deuce so he might be a bit ooc??? i hope either nobody notices (yippee!) or doesn’t mind…

also if you’re one of those people who don’t get embarrassed easily from this type of stuff, that’s good! but reader will get embarrassed in this ^_^

notes; wake up, check tumblr, see this request, proceeds to start a draft. this idea is so funny in my head, TY ANON omg💀 imagine ur playing somebody and they walk in and ask tf you were doing I WOULD DIE. also i may have wandered off og idea too much so im sorry if its not to ur liking 🙁 also i wrote this in school so its not proofread (i say that as if i proofread any of my works…)

notes2; i hate mint this was not relevant at all i just wanted to say IM THE WORLDS BIGGEST MINT HATER 🤬 don’t ask what i brush my teeth. idm toothpaste but i still don’t like the mint flavour. i like charcoal toothpaste bc it's less minty…. (helix if u saw this no u didnt RAAGR GRGWGRDS)

leading up…

“i can’t believe you broke 3 of the dishes, ace. and why is this mop so hard to use?!” you sweat as you push the mop harder across the ground.

ace paused with his own mopping, “it wasn’t my fault! deuce asked me a question which was distracting, and then YOU bumped into me while i was carrying a tray of food!”

“hey, hey. i think we’re all sort of at fault here.” deuce sighs, “doesn’t matter anyways, we’re still stuck with cleaning duty.”

"azul was like," you mimic the action of azul pushing up his glasses, "’i'm going to land you into a weekend of cleaning because even though i can just buy three more plates, i'll just make you suffer.’"

ace grinned, "oh? we're doing impressions now? well in that case," he clings onto you, and you both tumble to the ground. "’shrimpyyy! i'm SOO happy you're here. come entertain me. i’m SOOOO bored!’ come on, deuce! join us, do your best impression of jade."

you laugh, trying to get ace off of you. "trappola, please- you're squishing me!"

"ah, well.. er, if you insist." deuce clears his throat, "’how many i be of assistance to you...?’"

ace shook his head, "no way! he's more confident and scarier than that! seriously, have you seen that guy smile? it's like he'd bite you."

"listen, i'm trying my best, okay?“

when suddenly—

azul ashengrotto

"what exactly are you three doing?”

oh, he’s absolutely just as embarrassed as you are. if not, even more. it's especially not helping how floyd is laughing in the background, using azul's shoulder for support.

you sweat, "oh— err... not really—! it was just, y'know, a more dramatic impersonation of you...?"

"are you saying i'm… dramatic?"

you walk up to him, taking note of his expression. "not at all! look, i'm sorry, azul! please don't be upset! i'll even mop the vip room for you."

azul denied that he was upset in any way (although he was just a tiny bit).

you two awkwardly stare at each other for a few minutes, before azul pushes up his glasses (at least you got THAT part right);

"well, if you perhaps do that AND cover floyd’s shift for tomorrow, then..."

floyd interrupts, "oooo~ i get to have a break?"

"it’s not like i heard you saying you were going to skip your shift tomorrow anyways," azul mumbles. returning his attention to you, he smiles, "so? what do you say? i think i’m pretty lenient this time."

well, what DO you say? to make up for his hurtful impression of him, you have to do extra work…? since you’re embarrassed of your mistakes, you agree.

this could’ve went a whole different way and ended badly anyways, so this was okay for you.

jade leech

jade is greatly amused by you three fooling around.

"i find that description of me quite endearing, ace. although, i believe deuce had the more correct impression."

ace gets startled and tries to play it cool, looking away shamefully as he continues mopping in the opposite direction. "err. yeah, whatever. pshh."

jade turns to you, "prefect, who do you think portrayed me better? deuce, or ace?"

still embarrassed he caught you guys playing out their roles, you're unsure what answer he desired. "...haha, i'm not sure?"

the tall eel feigns sadness, "so am i not flattering enough to have you decide on a proper response? is my personality really that dull that you're unconfident in yourself?"

"no, no! that's not what i meant. uhh, ace's description matches you perfectly...?" you didn't know what answer he wanted, so you took a guess.

ace slaps you in the back of the head (ouch), whispering, "you should've disagreed!"

"ow-!" you look back at jade.

jade smiles at you two (and the fact that ace hit you for saying the wrong answer), “i’m still hurt that you think that way, but your answer is satisfactory.”

so… is he hurt or not? knowing him, he’s probably not very offended, but who knows? you just may never find out.

floyd leech

you heard a laugh, and it’s definitely floyd.

if he was in a bad mood or this was anybody else who worked here, he wouldn’t tolerate you at all. scary to think about.

but luckily, he’s in a good mood!

“ahaha! you guys were so funny, but i don’t think i’m like that at all!”

ace mumbles, but loud enough to hear. “well, you kind of are, actually.”

floyd turns to ace, “get to work, crabby. are you asking for a squeezing?”

“no…” trappola silently weeps while he starts mopping again.

well that was a quick change of mood.

floyd walks over to you and sighs, “i’m bored, and azul isn’t here. so,” he leans on your shoulder, “ditch the work and come play with me! i’m SOOO bored.”

you’re confused, “eh? but what about work?”

“who cares? would you rather leave all the work to crabby and macky, or would you rather play. with me!”

if this means you’ll get out of work, then…

ace and deuce are looking at you, you can already tell they’re silently begging you to stay. however, it’s not like you wanted to do the work anyways.

“bye guys, see you later!” you smile, letting floyd drag you away.

“WAIT! come back—“ deuce tries shouting to you, however you’re already gone.

there’s a long pause of silence and mop noises, before ace speaks up,

“see deuce, my impression was TOTALLY right!”

— due to be edited at anytime —

[pomegranate-pen]

Hi iv really enjoyed your lackadaisy writing and was wondering if you’d be willing to write dating headcanons for Mordecai Heller?

He’s one of my favorites atm

A/n: hey everyone!! hope you're all having a good day!!! so a lot fo you requested mordecai dating headcanons, so here it is!! this will probably be the last headcanons I'll do, and I'll now stick to writing scenarios while also my main focus being continuing my fanfics. also going to start making up the plot for the potential rocky fic. though that all may come out in summer, since I'm slowly but surely exam seasons. anyways- hope you all enjoy this!!

Mordecai Heller x gn! reader general

-Mordecai is definitely cold toward you the very first time you meet. He will not speak to you about himself or his interests, he will keep the conversations short and straight to the point and he will not care about a single thing you do, only he will be annoyed when you do a task wrong.

-If you’re a regular of sorts, or someone who will become his partner or co-worker, then you’ll learn a few more bits and information about him and if stayed long enough, you will get a few more lines other than orders about what he feels about a certain subject matter or a few other workers around here (mostly complaints about the Savoy siblings, given how much he has to spend time with them on the daily). even then, he merely considers you an acquaintance. And it will take many years and much more meetings for him to see you as a friend. and when it does happen, it is subtle, but the conversations are more apparent, and your opinion on different matters is valued much more.

-Being his lover, however, will take much longer, and needs a much more deal of spending time and getting to know him. Which can be hard given how closed off he is about his life and past. Despite that, it’s not an impossible task. Rather, it’s made extremely difficult due to Mordecai’s own lack of interest in such things, his trust issues, and a bundled amount of feelings of unworthiness towards such a thing as love. He believes he doesn’t need it nor does he deserve it, and he doesn’t mind either of those.

-However, though his feelings are completely uninterested in such matters, that doesn’t mean he won’t fall for someone, which in this case, becomes you after half a decade or so of being friends with him. 

-the first to realize their feelings is most likely you. since Mordecai will first assume that his emotions towards you are just ones out of the care and respect he has for you as a friend. If you realize them, you must keep quiet about them for the most part, since Mordecai won’t really understand why there would be such a feeling harboring between you two, and he must process his own feelings himself before accepting yours. When he does realize them, oh boy, it’s rough. He feels guilty for loving you, because he doesn’t trust himself with any intimate relationship. Given how his friendship went with Viktor, he was already extremely hesitant about the idea of another friend, now, a lover and a partner, someone that he needs to trust and share a part of his life with, and they must do with him, is frightening and confusing to say the least. As said before, he doesn’t believe he’s worthy of such things. And now that he wants it from you, he feels like a villain of sorts. Taking something that doesn’t belong to him in the first place.

-It will take quite a few months for him to accept these feelings of his, almost half a year even. You seriously need to be very patient with him, something that he will appreciate the world of when you do. his confession is short, and straight to the point. Though, a few ticks of stress and anxiousness can be seen in him. For example, his ears are twitching here and then, his tail is flicking up and down in his seat and he cannot for the life of him seem to stare at you in the eye for more than three seconds. His words are quick, and his tone is a bit clumsy for a guy like him. at the end of it, the flicks of his tail are quicker in speed, and now, he’s looking straight at you with a hesitant look, as if he’s regretting the confession already a second after it’s done.

-He’s calmed down and surprised when you do accept his confession, and he’d not know what to do at that point. he’d nod his head, clear his throat, and thank you. “very well then,” his ears twitched a bit. “ I suppose we’d have to…plan a date now?” 

-It takes him some time, but with some help from yours, he finds, in his opinion, the true meaning of dating someone. It is not about dates and being over the top like he presumed, yet it is a way of spending time and enjoying each other’s presence, and being loyal to one another for more than anyone else. 

-So as you can guess, dates are quite rare. He never sees the point in it, though if you want such an activity to happen every once in a while, perhaps with a bit of pleading and coaxing you’ll get him to begrudgingly get time out of his day to do such things with you. yet, even though he seems annoyed by the entire occasion at first, you find him calm and even smiling at some point the more time you spend with him on the said dates.

His love language is spending time with one another. Though at the start of the relationship, miscommunication will be common, since Mordecai isn't one to speak about his feelings, if you try your best to tackle it healthily, your relationship with him will be all about communication and it will be the very reason why it’s so strong at the end of it all. It also makes him see communication as the most important part of the relationship, so he’s completely honest, brutally so at times. 

--The love language he’d like to receive most is the same, though he does get a bit flustered anytime you use words of affirmation and compliment him, then quickly denies your compliments or thanks you for them. 

-Not at all a PDA person, nor is he a physically affectionate guy in private either. He doesn’t like physical contact, either finding it too stuffy or too warm for his liking and just not being in much of a mood for it most times. Though, if in a situation you truly seem like you need a warm embrace or a hand to hold, he wouldn’t mind giving that to you, though he’ll be a bit flustered and quiet the entire time while doing so. He wouldn’t ever say this out loud, but his favorite act of affection from you is when you kiss or peck his cheek. It's surprising to him and it makes him melt a bit, being treated with such softness is quite rare in his life, so he doesn’t know what to do when you peck him, but his heart is beating so fast he can’t focus. He could only look at you in shock and touch the cheek you have kissed in instinct. Give him a forehead kiss and you’ll have an extremely quiet Mordecai awaiting you. he’s processing every second of that quick kiss and he’s speechless by how much it moved him.

 -Word about your relationship will never spread out, since Mordecai is extremely private about such things. No one realizes you two are dating unless one of you says so. The only ones who do notice by connecting the dots themselves are the Savoy siblings and Viktor. 

-Whether you like it or not, information about Mordecai’s family will mostly never be revealed. You’ll most likely just know that he has two sisters, but that is all he will ever tell you. and in fairness, he never tries to force you to speak about yours either, so it’s a mutual agreement at times to just avoid the topic unless it is deemed necessary by a dangerous circumstance to be said. 

-He doesn’t have many hobbies, but if you still try to enjoy a few things he does such as reading the same book he has on his shelves, you’ll be met with a cautiously excited and info-dumping Mordecai who starts debates and discussions with you about which part of the books you enjoyed and detested.

-He’ll try to indulge a bit in a few hobbies you have as well, but he’ll probably not get much invested in them. Though, he still sees it as a worthy journey, since in the end you were smiling and excited when explaining things to him.  

-Mordecai feels much more comfortable ranting to you than anyone else. So most times when he comes back from work for the day and has a weekend to look forward to, he spends that time drinking tea with you while speaking about anything and nothing that is on his mind. Treat this like it was diamonds in a mine full of charcoal. because not everyone has the luck to meet this side of Mordecai Heller. He’s more expressive when he’s with you, more open with his emotions, which means the level of trust he has with you is most than anyone else’s.

He’ll listen to all your rants and complaints as well, and if needed, he will give honest advice for your problems. Don’t expect any comfort, though. Because he isn't the best one for such things and he makes that clear all the time before you start your rant. 

-Wherever you live, whether it's in a separate apartment from his or if you’ve moved in with him, it will be extremely clean. Whether it’s because of his actions or yours, a completely clean and tidied-up house becomes the absolute norm in your life. If you were one who never really cared about those things, well, you will have to at some point for his sake, since he’s always extremely uncomfortable in messy areas.

 -Mordecai Heller loves you, but he won’t ever verbally say it. yet, you’ll always know that, because his actions speak much louder than words ever can, and you understand every word he's saying when he’s making tea for you or asking about your day, speaking to you on the daily or just sitting next to you. you know he loves you, and you know he loves you back. and perhaps, that is why this relationship worked in the first place. It will have its hardships, yes, but like any other relationship, it doesn’t mean it won’t have its good moments either. 

[borathae]

"You had a bad day, but luckily for you, your husband knows exactly what to do to make you feel better again."

Pairing: husband!Yoongi x f.Reader 

Genre: married life!AU, domestic!AU, Smut 

Warnings: sub!Yoongi, soft dom!Reader, kitty as a nickname, Yoongs gets very needy from giving her oral, Yoongi's hands, relaxing massage which turns sexy, slow fingering, slow oral, some humping, nipple sucking, missionary, she tops him from the bottom, edging, which turns him just a lil bit bratty, soft spanking, eye contact *screams*, kisses, unprotected sex but they are clean & on birth control, snuggles afterwards, he is just ideal :(

Wordcount: 5.2k

a/n: I feel like all I'm writing about these days is married life ahaha I think my body clock is trying to tell me something here. Oh where, oh where is my happy marriage to an absolute cutie of a man? 😔 no but seriously, Yoongi is the cutest and I am deeply in love and I also wanna blow his fucking back out while asking if he wants breakfast in the morning. Enjoy besties 🤍

"Honey?" your husband’s voice is quiet in the silent room. He spoke softly, looking at you with worried eyes. 

"Urgh", you let out.

"What's wrong?" 

He came home to your shoes not having been put away and your bag having been left in the hallway. Something which was highly unlikely for you as you are a great lover of order and tidiness. He knew what that meant. You had a bad day. And so he cleaned the mess for you, stepped out of his own shoes and went on his journey to find you. 

He found you in the bedroom with your face buried in the pillows and your fluffiest onesie on.

"Everything", you answer him.

"Everything. Oh no, that’s a lot." 

The bed dents beside you, then you feel a warm hand place itself on your lower back. He rubs slow circles on it. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" 

"I don't know, I’m just sad and mad and tired and everything hurts", you whine. 

"Oh no, that sucks." 

"Yeah, big stinky suck." 

"Yeah, big stinky", Yoongi agrees, giving the back of your head a soft pat. 

You inhale audibly and exhale, making a sound of utter despair as you do. 

"Aw honey", Yoongi says, leaning down to kiss your hair, "don’t worry, I’m here now." 

"Ye, I know", you turn your head so you can look at him, "Yoongi gimme kiss." 

He does so gladly, caressing your cheek once he pulls back. 

"Thankies", you mumble, looking a little happier already. 

"Do you want some food?" he suggests to which you shake your head. 

"I already ate on my way home. Leftovers from last night. They were the only thing keeping me from ending it all." 

Yoongi snorts. 

"And the aspect of seeing you. It helped too", you add. 

"Aw honey, you’re cute", he says, kissing your forehead which paints a smile to your lips.

"How about I'll quickly go eat something and then get ready for cuddles?" he suggests. 

"It's alright, you can do something else. I think I’m just gonna stay here and sulk." 

He nods his head in understanding, "I'll be quick."

Yoongi returns whenever. You didn’t really count the time. You just laid there and boiled in your little soup of self pity. 

Speaking of soup. Yoongi had soup for dinner and left you some for tomorrow. But that was beside the point. What truly matters was that he has now entered the bedroom in his comfiest pajamas and a mysterious looking bottle in his hands. 

You eye it.

"Get naked honey, I’m gonna massage you", he says, revealing the mysterious bottle to be your massage oil bottle. 

"Really?" your eyes seem to light up, "you'll really massage me?" 

"Yes, only if you want to of course."

"Yes, wow. I want to", you say, taking off your onesie quickly and then plopping down on your stomach, "I'm ready."

Yoongi has to chuckle. You are so adorable when you are so eager for his massage. Yoongi likes to argue that he is quite talented in massages. You say that he is because his hands are "literally carved by the gods or maybe sex demons" and that "whatever he does with them sends you to the moon and back", but it is also because he really likes making you feel good and so he practiced a lot.  

Bear in mind the practice was on your body, but you tell him that he is a literal master of massages these days. So it was definitely worth it. 

Yoongi sits down on the back of your thighs, keeping his hands on your back. 

"Where does it hurt the most?" he asks. 

"Like everywhere, but my shoulders are killing me."

"Got it. Don’t startle, here comes the oil." 

"Ah Yoongi cold", you whine. 

"Sorry, I'll warm it up", he says and once the bottle is closed again, he places his hands into the little puddle of oil and begins spreading it. 

He goes slowly, using his palms for now. Your skin needs to be equal parts covered. He concentrates his touches on your upper back for now, as he will do your lower back separately. 

"How's that?" 

"Good, not cold anymore." 

Yoongi finishes off spreading the oil, finally giving his fingers a task as well. He begins with his thumbs, rolling them in downwards motions from your upper shoulders to the middle of your back. He draws the touches along your spine.

"So nice", you say happily.

The two of you are quite obsessed with massaging each other, actually. It is one of your most beloved quality time activities. You can find relaxation that way and improve the connection you and him share. It feels so intimate to massage each other. Truly, feeling the other's skin so slowly and for such a long time strengthens the love you share tenfold.

"Can you feel how tight I am?" 

"Yeah, you’re really tense. What did you do today that got you that tight?" 

"It's probably from all the anger tensing I had to do." 

Yoongi works on getting an especially stubborn tension point out of your upper latissimus dorsi, using his fingers and knuckles for it. 

"Tell me about it."

"Rick made me sort through the cabinets even though he knew that I was supposed to help with the deliveries today." 

"Oh damn okay, that’s so unfair. He's such a prick." 

"Yeah right?" you huff out air, "I hate him so much."

"Same, he's such a snobby idiot." 

"Right? God honey, you just get me", you sigh contently. 

Yoongi smiles to himself. He feels good when you rant to him and he can help you feel better through it. He feels like such an accomplished husband whenever he does. 

He trails his touches to your upper shoulders again, using his fingers to feel for the tightest spots. 

"There, yooo okay it hurts so much there."

"There?" 

"Yes, urgh it hurts." 

"Sorry, I know. I have to get in there to get it out", Yoongi says, working diligently to fight this stubborn tension.

You huff out air and groan.

"I'm being abused here." 

He chuckles, but softens his touches. 

"You're so dramatic, it wasn’t even that hard." 

"Yeah it was. You’re way too strong." 

Yoongi rolls his eyes fondly and smiles. He trails his touches down your back again. It makes you relax in a sigh. 

"Yes, do it like that tonight. I just wanna relax." 

"Okay, anything for you", he says. 

He reaches the middle of your back, using the flat of his palm to spread the oil. He ends up needing more, covering your lower back in it as well. 

"So nice, oh honey love that", you whisper and exhale in a happy sigh. 

Yoongi is massaging your lower back. He traces your spine, outlines the dimples on it, touches your sides. 

He also oggles your naked butt from time to time. 

It is also very hot. Massaging each other isn’t just relaxing intimacy, but also incredibly hot. Most of your massage nights end with eager fingers between other's legs and sloppy tongue kisses. It’s just way too sexy to be touched and to touch for such a long time.

Tonight is no different. Yoongi feels an ache of longing in his chest. An ache only the warmth of your pussy could heal.

He dares to go further down. His palms first then his fingers. 

You chuckle lazily, wiggling your hips slowly. 

"Love your butt", he says and gives it a good squeeze.

"Mhm, me too. Love your butt too", you say and crane your neck to send him a knowing look. 

Yoongi lifts himself off your legs and watches how you open them for him. So you want it too. 

"Really?" he still makes sure. 

"Yes", you allow him. 

And so it happens that Yoongi sits down on his heels right between your legs. He can see your pussy from that position. His fingertips itch for a feel of it, but he controls himself. Instead he kneads your inner thighs, making you part your legs further. 

Your breathing is quickening. You are wiggling your toes in anticipation. You really want his touch. You were hoping that tonight's massage would go to such lengths and now you are aching for his fingers. 

He inches closer, letting his thumb brush your pussy. 

"Hah", you gasp and lift your hips. That felt like electricity on your skin. You chase him. Yoongi gives it to you. 

He places two of his fingers on your pussy and rubs them back and forth slowly. 

"Honey", you moan, parting your lips. His touch is electric. You are so hot because of it. This is the exact distraction you needed tonight. 

Yoongi watches his fingers, feeling his cock harden at the view. You are wet even if he didn’t touch you for long.

"You're so sexy", he rasps.

Yoongi touches your clit and rubs circles on it. Your hips lift themselves again, you grasp the pillow. 

"Wow", you whisper then make a soft sound of approval. 

It turns him on so much to see you that way. It also turns him on to know that he can get you so good in such a short amount of time. 

He tries something. He slips one digit into you. Carefully and slowly.

"Yes, oh baby", you moan, welcoming him oh so happily. This is where he belongs. This right here is heaven.

"You're so wet", he whispers, moving his finger in and out of you. He watches it. How it looks lodged inside of you, how wet you get it and how your pussy is stretching around it.

He slips free to touch your clit before slipping back inside. Skillful just as his massage. Yoongi knows exactly what you like. 

"You're so good", you praise and sigh, feeling bolts of pleasure course through your veins when Yoongi touches your clit again. He stays there, making breathing oh so difficult for you. 

"So good…"

He aches again. You are so wet. It looks so yummy. He wants it on his tongue.

"Oh god, baby. Your touch is heaven", he hears you moan and yet all he can concentrate on is his salivating mouth. He has to give in. It is unbearable otherwise.

Yoongi lies down and connects his mouth with your middle. He sucks softly, letting go of you a second later. 

He listens to how deeply you exhale. He feels how you shake and then tense in anticipation.

He does it again. One suck for just a second then he lets go of you again, letting his lips hover above you. You taste magnificent. He is so obsessed.

“Yoongi”, you sigh and move. 

Yoongi dodges your leg as you flip onto your back, claiming his rightful spot between your legs once you are resting comfortably. He shimmies closer and touches your core. His long finger he buries inside of you, keeping you parted with his other hand. He connects his lips again, kissing and sucking on your clit slowly. He comes up for air every now and then, sneaking glances at you. 

Your eyes meet. No words are spoken and yet you understand each other perfectly. This is what you want and in return this is what Yoongi is oh so willing to offer. He scoots closer and connects his mouth with your core again. This time he keeps close, swirling his tongue over your clit while his dark brown, oh so sparkly eyes are locked on yours’. 

“That’s really good”, you tell him breathily and reach down to run your fingers through his dark hair. 

Yoongi shivers at the touch, letting the softest of sounds roll over his tongue. 

“Ah”, you gasp softly, lifting your brows, “hah your voice, I feel it.”

“Mhm”, he hums, watching how this makes your eyelids flutter, “mhm”, he does it again, sucking on your clit just to let it go. 

His lips are glistening, looking pinker than they normally do. His eyes are just slightly widened, he looks cute like that. His cheeks are reddened, it spreads over his button nose as well. You give his hair a soft ruffle and Yoongi smiles contently. 

His lips find their home back on your core, his tongue dances through your folds and over your clit. Getting pets while he is eating you out will always motivate him to do better. Tonight is no exception. 

You pet his raven hair and Yoongi gives you his best performance. You twirl strands of it between your fingers and Yoongi gives your magical spot a skilled curl of his finger. You tug on it softly and he moans needily. You scratch your nails over his scalp tenderly and he grinds his wet tongue against your clit until you tingle. Truly it is a win-win situation for both of you. 

“It’s so nice”, you sigh, dropping your head back in the pillows. 

“Yeah”, Yoongi agrees, “so nice.”

He slips a second finger inside, sending a jolt through your legs. You roll your hips up then drop them in a shudder. 

“Yes, that’s good. Like this…”

He moves them in and out slowly. Just how he did before when you were still on your stomach. They manage to go even deeper in the new position, which he likes a lot. You like it a lot too, tingling all over. Your husband has the best fingers, he really does. Strong and manly and yet never rough. Always tender and loving. And skilled. Oh so skilled. 

Paired with the slow licks he gives your clit and you are floating. This is the best end of a shitty day you could have wished for. You knew that once you would be home with your love again, everything would be better again. But you hadn’t expected him to be just so incredibly good at making it better. Which is quite unfair of you. You married Yoongi afterall. And Yoongi has always made it his goal to brighten your dark days. Even back when you and him were still friends secretly yearning for the other, he was always the first person to cheer you up with sweet words and little self-made snacks. 

Yoongi stops again, kissing your clit before lifting his head. His fingers continue their movements. In and out slowly, deep curls and wiggles. You peel your eyes open and tug on his hair. 

“Back”, you whisper. 

“You taste so good”, he says and flutters his lashes at you cutely. 

You smile, “thank you, but I want you back.”

Yoongi chuckles, “okay, okay”, he mumbles, fulfilling your wish gladly. 

“Mhhm yeah”, you sigh, placing your hand on the back of his head, “now don’t stop.”

Yoongi nods his head in obedience, giving you a cute little moan. He changes between slow sucks and skilled licks. It is a smooth movement, blending into one until it fills your veins with bubbling warmth. Truly, you are tingling everywhere. Your chest feels so light, your stomach is filled with butterflies, your legs are literal jelly. Yoongi turns your body so weak in such a wondrous way that you wouldn’t even mind if you stayed that weak for all eternity. 

“Oh”, you tense then shudder, “okay now actually don’t stop anymore. Ah baby…” This right now felt magical. The tip of his tongue is drawing circles on your clit, his fingers are curling deep inside of you. He is so wet and warm on your pussy too, his tongue is so soft. Every single sensation feels ten times better and you know exactly what that means. He found the spot. The one spot which will make you orgasm.

Yoongi flits his eyes up, studying your features. Your eyebrows are lifted, your lips are parted and your eyes are squeezed shut so tightly your lashes threaten to disappear.

He must have found it. He furrows his brows in desperation and rolls his hips into the mattress. Breathing gets harder for him and so he begins panting through his nose while his tongue is drawing circles on the spot which makes you tense oh so much.

You feel how quickly he is breathing. It is tickling your lower stomach and makes your core feel oh so sensitive because with each exhale, Yoongi lets out a small moan.

“Baby, ah god that’s so good”, you choke out, arching your back, “fuck.”

Yoongi whimpers, grinding his cock against the mattress whilst wishing it was your pussy instead. He has soaked through his pants by now, it makes the fabric stick to his dick and creates a little wet spot on the sheets.

“Fuck, baby. Ah”, you tense around his digits. You need one more swirl of his tongue. This is all you need. Your nerves are hypersensitive, your muscles are so tense, you can’t breathe. One more swirl.

Yoongi moans and swirls his tongue.

“Yes”, you break, smothering him with your pussy as your body goes up in the flames of your high.

Yoongi ends up having to hold you down just enough that he can continue licking you through your high without missing your favourite spots.

You tug him away by his hair once it gets too much. Yoongi feels droopy, burying his face in your inner thigh to nibble on it desperately. His hands are groping your legs and hips, his teeth are tickling your skin.

“Yoongs”, you laugh breathily, “that tickles.”

Yoongi makes a tiny sound, which is a mixture of a huff of air and a grunt. He abandons your inner thigh just to kiss your lower stomach and then right up the middle of your stomach. His big hands are on your side, following along his lips. He sucks on one of your ribs softly.

“Tickles”, you chuckle tiredly, “Yoongs don’t, it tickles.”

He whimpers oh so cutely, cupping your breasts just to squeeze them together and bury his face in them. He wiggles his head from side to side, purring deeply.

“Baby”, he makes you laugh. He is so adorable.

“Hmpf”, Yoongi huffs out and lifts his head just to guide one of your nipples to his lips. He takes you in greedily, licking and sucking on your nipple like a hungry little kitten.

“Baby…” you sigh, chasing his mouth.

His fingers are holding you safely, his palms are big enough to fit all of you in them. They are warm and soft.

Yoongi lets go of your nipple, letting the string of saliva break. He exhales shakily then takes in your other nipple to make it just as swollen and sensitive as he did the other. And while he sucks on it, his fingers play with your other, making sure it wouldn’t lose any of its stiffness.

He mewls and lifts his lips again. His fingers take your nipple instantly, keeping it oh so sensitive. He shimmies closer, pressing his soaked pants and hard cock against your core. His eyes are widened cutely, the tip of his nose is glimmering oh so cutely.

“Kitty wants pussy”, he says, giving you a cute pout.

His words make you shiver.

“But kitty just got pussy”, you rasp, taking his chin between two of your fingers to wipe away some of your arousal which has gotten stuck on his skin, “I fed you so well, didn’t I?”

He pouts harder, looking so adorable doing it.

“Yes, but it hurts”, he whines.

“What hurts?” you ask, knowing very well what he is talking about.

Yoongi rolls his hips into you and pulls a face of utter despair.

“My cock hurts so much”, he keens and does it again.

One deep roll of his hips, grinding his big bulge right against your pussy.

“Yeah it hurts? Did eating my pussy get you all desperate like always?”

“Ye”, he lets out and nods his head. He nuzzles into your neck, giving your breasts a big squeeze, “please”, he whispers, “please, please.”

You dance your hands down his back and hook them in his pants. With one tug, you have it pulled over his perky butt, working carefully to get his cock out safely. Yoongi wiggles and whines, reaching down to help you. He tugs them down until they are lying messily around one of his ankles while the other was free. He is too horny to care. He needs you so bad.

You welcome him back with open arms. Yoongi falls into them happily, bucking his hips forward to sink his cock into you. He glides in easily, muffling his sounds with your neck.

This is paradise. He is finally back where he loves it the most. 

Yoongi begins moving the moment he bottoms out. He pours his entire heart into those thrusts, caging your head between his elbows while his hands are engulfing your head most tenderly.

“Fuck”, he croaks, dropping his forehead against yours. He rubs his nose against you like a love-drunk kitten.

“Do you like it?” you ask in a sigh, holding his buttocks between your hands. They are tensing and relaxing with each roll of hips.

“Yeah…ah so much”, he presses out, trembling on top of you.

You wrap your legs around the back of his thighs, forcing his cock to lodge oh so deeply inside of you.

Yoongi huffs out air, grunts and shudders. A moan tickles your neck, his pouty lips follow.

“Feel that? Feel how I’ve got you?”  you whisper, hugging his torso.

“Yeah”, he keens, lifting his head just to end up rubbing his face into your cheek cutely. Love making gets him so good. He would never actually admit that it does, but he does such a terrible job at covering it up that you have long figured him out.

You love it too. Especially when he is all needy from eating your pussy. He gets especially clingy when he is. And you are living for it.

You pull him closer, twisting your fingers in the hair at the back of his head. It has gotten oh so long these days. It fits him so well. 

Yoongi kisses your cheek then hides back in the crook of your neck. His heart is hammering in his chest, his breathing is oh so quick and worked up.

You turn your head and press your lips into the side of his head.

“You’re mine”, you rasp into his hair.

“Yeah…” he lulls, tensing up and releasing all the tension in a shuddering breath, “don’t wanna stop.”

“Neither do I, your cock’s so good baby.”

“Wanna cum”, he confesses next and then whines sadly, “don’t like that I am.”

“You’re so cute”, you have to chuckle, “kitty really needed pussy, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, so bad”, he huffs out air and lifts his head again. His eyes are half-lidded, looking oh so drugged up, “don’t wanna cum.”

“Then don’t”, you tell him, reaching down to stop his hips with a strong hand on his butt.

Yoongi furrows his brows and huffs out air in distaste. You just edged him. You literally just edged him with your pussy.

“Why?” he whispers, voice just slightly pitched.

You give him a playful smile and with a soft nudge, you show his hips how they should move. Both your hands are on his butt and your eyes locked with his’ oh so demandingly.

“Like this”, you say, making him rock back and forth in the slowest of movements, “that should be easy to do, shouldn’t it?”

“But…edging”, he whines, “it hurts.”

You laugh, “you’re so whiney. You don’t wanna cum, but don’t wanna edge either. What do you want, kitty? Decide.”

Yoongi blushes and then buries his face in your neck in embarrassment.

“You’re mean”, he mumbles, making you chuckle.

“You know I’m just teasing.”

“Mhm”, he says then shudders, “oh-oh god, fuck it’s so good”, he keens, stumbling out of the rhythm you guided him in.

“Slow baby, slow”, you pull him back, squeezing his hips with strong fingers.

Yoongi mewls and shudders.

“Don’t edge me”, he begs but still follows your instructions. Once again your pussy is oh so tight and warm, but edges him oh so cruelly. Barely any movements, just slow rocking back and forth. Yoongi is being kept right on edge. And we are talking right on it. Edging with your hand or mouth at least gives him moments where that unbearable burn dies down again. But you keep him riding on it. Hot and deep and yet not enough to throw him over the edge. He is destined to dance right on its thin line, wobbling but never falling.

You grip his hips and then force them to speed up again. Fast and deep.

Yoongi has to gasp for air and grab the upper edge of the pillow with one hand.

“Oh fuck, oh, ah, yes, so good”, he moans.

“You fuck me so well, baby”, you rasp, clenching around him.

Yoongi tenses and shudders. He lets out a groan, having his voice crack at the end. One more tense and you stop.

His hips are still again, your hands are on his ass oh so strong. The fire in his stomach aches unbearably.

“Why?” he whines, throbbing desperately while the warmth of your pussy feels like torture around his cock.

“You almost came again, don’t worry I helped you”, you speak softly, caressing his butt.

“You’re so mean”, he keens, “please more”, his beg swirls against your neck just as softly as his lips do mere seconds later.

Your caresses turn into slow movements again. Back and forth with a soft roll at the end when he is oh so deep inside of you.

Yoongi has to follow. Dancing his hips right to the melody your demanding hands play. Slow and deep. He graces your favourite spots, fills you up so well, feels like burning up himself.

He twists the pillow until his fingernails ache.

“Please”, he begs, “seriously please.”

“Please what?” you ask, slowing his hips down again.

“Let me cum, please.”

“Yeah? Finally decided what you want?”

He nods his head and shivers.

“I fuck”, he grunts and scratches his nails down the pillow, “can’t take more.”

“It didn’t take you long to make your decision, did it?” you taunt.

“___”, he presses out, tensing his buttocks, “please, close.”

“Slow”, you order, stopping him with your legs and a harsh grip on his hips.

“Fuck. Goddamn fuck, can you let me cum?  It’s not that hard”, he sounds impatient, maybe even a little bratty.

He makes you chuckle, which in return makes him whine because you are clenching like crazy when you laugh.

“You’re a brat”, you say, spanking his ass just hard enough that he flinches forward with a gasp slipping past his lips. You make his hips move again afterwards just enough to stimulate his cock, but not enough to satisfy him. Oh poor Yoongi is trembling on top of you, twisting the pillow to its limit.

“___”, he whines, nudging your cheek with his button nose, “please ___ please.”

“You want it?”

“Yes, want it.”

You stop, forcing a heartbreaking mewl to escape him.

“Why do you wanna hurt me tonight?” his voice sounds close to tears.

“Well you said that you want it, not that you need it. That’s a difference.”

“What?” he lifts his head, giving view to his ruffled bangs and glassy eyes, “you serious? We picking words now?”

You spank his ass, making his eyelids flutter and his lips part.

“Talk back again and I’ll make you fuck the pillow instead of my pussy.”

Yoongi’s face falls in complete desperate devotion. He cups your cheeks, letting his forehead fall against yours.

“You’re so hot”, he croaks, rocking his hips just the slightest bit, “oh god, you’re so hot.”

His quick panting is tickling your skin, his lips are brushing against yours, his eyes are glued to yours even if your visions are both blurry from closeness.

“Mhm kitty, so good”, you sigh, caressing his buttocks and hips.

“So good”, he breathes, poking your nose with his button nose. It makes you close your eyes and tilt your head up just so you can kiss him. You want to kiss him, get lost in the sensation and never leave again. But Yoongi doesn’t let you, because Yoongi is needy and therefore breaks the kiss just to beg again.

“Please I need it”, he tries, giving you a cute little sob, “need it so bad.”

“Mhm, you need it?” you coo, tickling his lower back. He has it arched so perfectly.

“So bad, please.”

You smirk in amusement.

“Well then fuck yourself stupid will you?” you demand and grip his hips to give them a maddening rhythm to follow.

Yoongi’s arms almost give up on him.

“Holy fuck”, he presses out and moans loudly. Then he takes over. He ruts into you with restless hips and a throbbing cock. Your hands are merely resting on his ass, feeling him tense oh so nicely, but doing nothing to control his movements. This was his task again. And Yoongi is hellbound on feasting on this privilege until he is satisfied and oh so filled up.

“So good, fuck, your pussy’s good”, he grunts, “gonna make me cum so hard, holy fuck.”

His hips stutter but he forces them to find their rhythm again.

“Now”, he moans, “oh- now.”

You can feel it happening. It fills you up oh so warm and good. Yoongi groans before he falls completely silent and unmoving. He is even holding his breath, orgasming so hard that his entire body is tense.

One.

Two.

Three.

“Ah, ah, ah”, Yoongi’s voice returns, high-pitched and desperate. His body is shaking, his hips are chasing your warmth, “yes, ah yes, yes, oh god yes.”

“You’re so hot”, you press out, feeling dizzy in pleasure.

“Feels so good”, he mewls, pressing his hand into the mattress so strongly that he actually manages to lift his torso for a few seconds, “ah”, he lets out with his head tilted back, shaking out his last burning wave, “darling”, he gets out then drops on top of you like a limp ragdoll.

He shudders uncontrollably, making a desperate sound as he does.

“You good?” you ask him.

“Yeah, holy fuck”, he rasps and exhales loudly.

“Agreed, that was intense.”

He nods his head, “like fuck, you just…wow.”

You smile, “mh-hm yeah, right? Thank you so much for this, I really needed it.”

He snuggles and nods his head, “I’m happy I could help.”

Yoongi finally manages to lift his head. His face is heated and sweaty from the amazing sex you just had. His bangs are ruffled and just slightly damp. He looks so, so happy. You feel happy too.

“The shower I took was so unnecessary, I’m so sweaty”, he says and chuckles.

“Yeah same, I’m so sticky and I’m leaking on top of that.”

“Sorry, I feel like I just came way too much.”

“It’s hot, don’t apologize.”

He smiles shyly and lowers his head back into your neck. He nuzzles and sighs happily. You begin playing with his hair, tracing his spine with your other hand.

“Should we like, take a shower together?” he suggests.

“We could do that, couldn’t we?”

“Mhm yeah, we could.”

Yoongi lifts his head again and by just one look at your sparkling eyes he knows that he has already won you over.​​