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↳ Index [Day 14 - Kniveplay]
Pairing: gangster!Yoongi x f.Reader
Kinks: dom!Yoongi, sub!Reader, knives, rope bondage, blindfold, tears, choking & breathplay, praise, good girl kink, dirty talk, slight possessiveness but in a sexy way, body worship, strength kink, oral (f.&m.receiving), edging, vaginal penetrative sex, squirting, face fucking, cumming on face, sweet aftercare
Wordcount: 7.4k
a/n: i am 👁👄👁💧 i’m not saying that this is the hottest fucking shit ever but i am exactly saying that *yells*
Jungkook texted you. Told you that the boss refuses to talk to anyone and that you should come home. You arrive twenty minutes later.
The air is tense the moment you step into the mansion. Jungkook, right hand man and skilled with his fists, is sitting with the others. Taehyung, driver and skilled with the machete, is sitting next to him. Jimin, your best dealer and skilled with the gun, is currently being taken care of by Seokjin. He was your lawyer on most days, but serves as a doctor tonight. Hoseok, bodyguard of Jimin during the deals, is bleeding from his eyebrow, right eye bruised to the point of no recognition.
“Well fuck. You guys look fucked”, you say, calling their attention, “how are you?”
“Could be better”, Jimin says and hisses in discomfort as Seokjin once again drills the needle through his skin to close up the deep cut on his back.
“Sorry man, we’re almost done”, Seokjin mumbles, brows furrowed in concentration.
“What happened?” you ask.
“There was an ambush. The whole deal was a fucking trap. We lost five men, the twins barely escaped and the rest of us is fucked up”, Hoseok answer you, pointing at his bruised eye.
“Fuck. Where is he?” you ask them.
“Your bedroom. I wouldn’t go in there, he’s murderous”, Namjoon, financier and consultant, answers you.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine”, you assure him, abandoning them in the sitting room to hurry upstairs.
They exchange a look of worry with each other.
“Think she’ll be fine?” Taehyung asks.
“I hope so”, Jungkook says, rocking back and forth nervously. He’ll never forgive himself if you get hurt just because he texted you.
“Boss. You’re back. Welcome home, boss”, the guards outside your bedroom doors greet you, bowing their heads at you.
"Is my husband in there?"
"Yes, boss."
“Good. Leave”, you order them, flicking your wrist dismissively.
“Boss”, they say, nodding their heads in understanding. They leave you afterwards, finding their new post downstairs.
You knock on his door three times, waiting for an answer. It doesn’t come, obviously.
“Honey, it’s me”, you try, knocking twice.
“Come in”, his voice sounds poisonous even from behind closed doors.
You turn the doorknob and push, slipping inside your bedroom. The door closes quietly. The lock falls into place.
The lights safe for your bedside lamp are turned off, the curtains are drawn closed. The room smells like a mixture of blood, disinfectant and whiskey. The blood-soaked pieces of cotton wool scattered all over your leather couch give you an idea of what causes the stench. The open bottles of whiskey and disinfectant on the floor answer the rest.
Your eyes flit to your husband. He is sitting on the bed with a glass of whiskey tangling between his fingers and his hair a dishevelled mess.
Shadows surround him, claiming his black hair as theirs and dragging their spindly fingers over his face as well. He is still in his suit. Jacket discarded on the couch and tie thrown on the floor. His shirt is open, soaked in blood at some parts and revealing the huge cut on his left pec now hidden behind bandages.
“Holy shit, honey. What happened? Who did this to you?” you gasp.
Yoongi clenches his jaw, guiding the glass of whiskey to his lips. He drinks it without any kind of reaction, setting it down on the floor afterwards.
“What do you want?” he hisses.
“They told me what happened. Who the fuck dared to ambush you?”
“Tzt”, Yoongi looks to the side, “who the fuck you think? The fucking Dragons.”
“Fucking bastards, fuck”, you say, hurrying to your husband’s side. You cup his face and turn his head so he was looking up at you, “I’m happy you’re still here though”, you say, smoothing over his tightened brows, “does the cut hurt a lot? Should I look at it?”
“No”, he answers you dryly, trying to turn his head away but you force it to fall against your stomach. He is tense and silent, face contorted in anger you know not to be afraid of. Not you, because you know how to handle him when he wants to kill the entire world.
“It’s gonna be alright, love”, you whisper, running your fingers through his dishevelled hair, “you’re gonna kill those fucking bastards, I’m sure of it. It’s what you do best.”
Yoongi exhales loudly and closes his arms around your waist, turning his head so his nose was buried in the softness of your tummy and he was drowning in your scent.
If any other person in this fucking organisation tried to force him into this kind of hug, they’d have already lost their arms. But not you. You’re his fucking treasure, his light, his better half and you can break every single brick of those walls around his heart with just one touch.
He inhales deeply, twisting the fabric of your shirt desperately.
“It’s alright, love. I’m here now”, you assure him, kissing the crown of his head.
Yoongi lifts his head because of that, nose brushing against yours and half-lidded eyes glued to your lips. He even flutters his lashes, parting his lips slowly. You feel the tension instantly. This addicting kind of tension which, years ago, made you fall so goddamn deep for him. Tension filled with dangerous attraction, leaving you craving more and more with each passing second.
Yoongi reaches up and takes your chin between two of his fingers. His eyes lower even more, his head tilts back further. With a gentle tug, he makes you move, claiming your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He tastes like whiskey and anger, feeding it to you with hungry lips and an eager tongue. You squeeze his cheeks softly, kissing him back happily.
You know that your husband is the best in the business. He isn’t the boss for no reason. But still, you can’t help but be worried for him each time he leaves for a mission. And now that he is back, almost unharmed, you want to never ever let him go again.
He breaks the kiss a second later, gazing at your lips as he squeezes your chin gently.
“I need you”, he rasps.
“I’m here now. Just tell me what you need”, you whisper.
“Wanna fuck you.”
“Okay”, you rasp, feeling heat tingle in your stomach. You were hoping for that.
“Wanna tie you up for it”, he whispers, pulling you down until your lips are brushing against his.
“I’m okay with that.”
“Wanna blindfold you.”
“Yeah?” you press your legs together, “with your tie?”
“No. The real shit. Need you unable to peek.”
“I’m fine with that.”
“Fuck. Baby”, Yoongi gets out breathily and pulls you back into a kiss.
You moan desperately, feeling dizzy from just how hungrily he kisses you. Held willing hostage with your chin between his fingers and your head dizzy from anticipation.
Yoongi breaks the kiss with a throaty growl, letting the strings of saliva break between your lips before he tilts his head back, dragging his lips up your nose in the process. His eyes are closed, his brows are relaxed, letting you know that your presence is already helping with relaxing him.
“You’re the living fucking proof that god is a woman, baby”, he rasps, turning your limbs into complete mush.
“Yoongi”, you moan, letting yourself fall on top of his lap, “I need you so bad.”
“Same”, he says and then picks you up just to lie you down on the bed, “you know what to do”, he adds and turns his back to you. He slips his shirt off as he does, dropping it on the floor. Like this his sculpted back is exposed to you. It is covered in a few new scratches but looks healthy otherwise. The faint shine of the bedside lamp is casting big shadows on it, making his muscles look even bigger.
You watch him strut to your dresser where your toys are stored. You take on your favourite position in the meantime, taking off your clothes until nothing but your lingerie is keeping you humble. Then you rest back, head sinking into the soft pillows and skin getting caressed by your silken sheets.
Yoongi turns, black bondage ropes in one hand and a silk blindfold in the other. He studies you from head to toe, rolling his shoulders as a sign that the view is affecting him. Good. You’re wearing one of the sets he bought for you. Black lace from the highest quality and fitted right to your body. You know for a fact that the way the lamp is shining on your body and hiding parts of it in shadows is affecting him deeply.
“You look so fucking sexy”, he says, strutting to the bed in heavy steps and his head tilted to the side just slightly.
“It’s the set you got me for Christmas”, you say, writhing on the sheets just for his viewing pleasure.
“I know. I never forget a set”, he answers you, dropping the ropes on the bed to open them, “especially not one like that. You wore it on Bali.”
“Yes and in Osaka.”
The right corner of his lips curl into a small smirk. He hums and nods his head, opening his hand for you, “hand”, he orders.
You place your hand in his palm, tingling when he closes his fingers around it and caresses your skin gently. You watch with sparkly eyes as Yoongi tightens the rope around you in a beautiful braided cuff tie. He finishes the tie by tugging on the rope and forcing your arm into its supposed position.
“Good?” he asks.
“Yeah, good”, you whisper, feeling hot all over.
He nods his head, tightening the rope on the sturdy ring on your bed’s headboard. Afterwards he rounds the bed, repeating what he did on your other hand. He didn’t even have to ask for your hand and you were already presenting it to him, oh so eager to get tied up by him. He asks you for your comfort to which you say that it felt so nice and then he tightened the rope on the ring. He rounds the bed again afterwards, stopping by the foot end. You wait with bated breath for what he will do. His fingers close around your ankles and then he tugs, making you squeak in surprise. Strong and aggressive until your arms are stretched widely and the rope is taut. Like this your head is resting on the mattress.
"That was fun", you giggle, making Yoongi show a small toothless smile.
"Mhm."
Yoongi wraps the rope around your leg right above your ankle, tightening it after making sure two of his fingers are fitting in between the rope and your body. With one tug to the side and your left leg opens widely, now getting tied into the position on the bondage ring.
You feel so out of breath because of it, trying your hardest not to squirm.
Yoongi repeats the tie on your other leg, fixating it into position with expert knots. Like this your legs are opened far, unable to close on him.
“Done. Are you comfortable?” he says, running his hands up and down your legs.
“Yeah, so comfortable”, you answer him, sounding just slightly out of breath.
“Good. Say the words when it starts to hurt.”
“I will”, you promise him, not getting any answer from him. You wanted to lift your head to check on him, but decide against it when you feel his lips on your body, kissing their way up your inner thigh and stealing your breath in the process.
You moan, enjoying the sensation with closed eyes. His lips are so soft and warm, worshipping your skin with so much tenderness. Truly, Yoongi can be the cruelest man on the job, but not once did he bring any of it into your bedroom. You feel like a queen when he is with you.
He leaves out your pussy purposefully, kissing your lower tummy right along the hem of your panties. Maybe he is still a little torturous but you love that kind of torture. His hands run up and down your sides in the process, sending electric tingles over your skin. He is still not fully on the bed, one knee between your legs and slacks stretching around his thighs. For just one more second because then he kisses too far up your body, forcing his other leg to lift from the floor to instead rest on the mattress as well, knee digging into the sheets right next to your leg.
Yoongi hums in approval as he dances his lips over your clothed breasts, cupping them with his big hands as he does. His warmth seeps right through the material, making you ache for the unfaltered sensation.
One flick of his fingers and he manages to tug the material down far enough to expose your nipples to him. He grunts in approval, lowering his lips to them to suck them until they are swollen.
"Oh god so good", you moan, feeling short of breath. Yoongi just knows how to really get you going, giving you the sensation long enough to rile you up but not long enough to fully satisfy. He's an expert in that kind of torture. Damn.
“So fucking sexy”, he murmurs raspily, abandoning your tits in sake of marking your collarbones with hungry hickeys. He sucks on your skin until it stings and you arch your back for him, moving on to the next spot to repeat the sweet torture. When Yoongi is finally happy with the results, he managed to reduce you to the point where just his breath against your neck makes you want to pray to his name. Luckily for you or perhaps sadly for you, Yoongi never lowers his lips, lifting his head before he does to instead look down at you with half-lidded eyes. His knees are on each side of your armpits, his clothed bulge looks so huge from your point of view. Yoongi grips your cheeks with soft fingers and squishes your face to the point where your lips pout involuntarily. He turns your head from left to right, letting his eyes race over your features obsessively.
“You’ve got the prettiest fucking face”, he says, loosening his tight grip to instead run the back of his hand down your face. He places his pointer finger under your chin, caressing your skin with his thumb, “gonna fuck it later.”
You gulp, ogling his cock.
"Want that, baby?" he asks
You nod your head, painting a proud smirk on his face.
"That's my girl", he rasps.
You feel your cheeks heat up under his praise, eyes lighting up in happiness.
“Close your eyes for me”, he orders.
You follow happily.
“Keep them closed”, he orders next and then you feel the softness of the blindfold on your eyes. He lifts your head for you, tightening the blindfold with a comfortable knot, “is it tight?”
“No, it’s good”, you sigh, sighing again when he places your head back down. Darkness surrounds you. Darkness and the uncertainty of what happens next. Your skin is prickling because of it, becoming so sensitive that even the air in the room feels like too much.
His fingers walking down the sides of your neck remind you that there is something even more unbearable than mere air. His touch. Oh it is so unbearably good when you don’t know where he will place it next.
His touch leaves you again, the bed dents as if he was climbing off of it. His steps on the wooden floor let you know that you were right.
“Honey? Where are you going?” you ask panickedly.
“Relax. I’m not leaving”, he assures you, steps very clearly moving away from you.
Silence. The sound of a drawer opening. Fumbling with something. The drawer closes again. Steps. They come closer and closer again. The sheets ruffle, the mattress shakes. Your breathing speeds up.
You turn your head to where you think your husband is sitting, waiting with a racing heart for the moment he touches you again.
The silence is unbearable. There is this rhythmic clicking sound of something opening and closing and you can’t for the world of you figure out what it was. It continues. Yoongi’s presence is unbearable when he doesn’t act.
“Yoongi?” you ask quietly.
“Yes, love?” he answers you.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking at you.”
“What are you holding?”
“My knife”, he answers you, sending bolts of pleasure through your body without even touching you. He watches in delight as you squirm and tug on the ropes just slightly. He knew that this would affect you.
“W-what knife?” you stutter.
Click. Yoongi most definitely opened it.
Cold metal touches your stomach. The area of touch is small, letting you know that he is pressing the tip of it into your skin. You feel dizzy in an instant.
“Guess”, he says, voice heavy in arousal. He dances the knife up and down your tummy, making sure to never cut but to still apply enough pressure to leave goosebumps behind.
Your husband owns many knives. Next to buying you the finest clothes, collecting knives is his favourite hobby. Trying to guess which one of his huge collection he decided to use on you tonight is almost impossible. Especially when he traces your torso so incredibly good.
“I, I don’t know”, you stutter breathlessly.
“Try harder”, Yoongi orders, flipping the knife so the flat of the blade was between your tits. He makes sure to press the dull site into your flesh while letting the sharp side barely miss your soft skin. The shaky breath you take, makes his stomach twist in arousal.
He knows that you won’t be able to guess. He only used that knife on you once, it would be a surprise if you guessed right. He still loves the game, playing it like an addict.
“T-the silver one?”
“Silver one? Which one? Be more specific”, he says, slipping the knife from your sternum to instead dance the tip over your left breast. He holds it in place for it, making sure the flesh was gathered enough that he can trace every inch of it.
“The, the one with the red handle?” you try, feeling shivers run down your spine constantly. The skin on your tits is so sensitive and now Yoongi is using the knife on it. You want to twist the sheets because of it, but have to twist the ropes instead.
“Wrong”, he says and with just enough pressure makes sure to leave a tiny mark. It doesn’t bleed, stinging for just a second before a deep burn digs into your fibres.
You whimper for him, chasing it with a soft arch of your back
“Two more guesses", he says, soothing the spot with his thumb.
“Two, two more?” you stutter, panting heavily.
“Mhm.”
“What happens then?”
He moves closer, making the mattress creak.
“I’ll cut you”, he rasps, breath swirling against your lips and fingers closing around your throat softly.
“Yoongi”, you mewl, chasing him and gulping under his fingers. Oh how you wish for him to press down on your veins and steal just a little bit more of your sanity.
“Continue, baby. Keep guessing”, he says, keeping his hand around your throat as he swirls the tip of the knife over your face.
Your entire body feels charged. You aren’t scared. Not even a little bit. You know that Yoongi would rather ram that knife into his own thigh before accidentally hurting you. You know that he would never cut you, not unless you beg for it. So you trust him with the sharp blade on your face, but you still can’t help but feel charged to the point where you are shaking. To have his big hand wrapped around your throat as the knife is against your skin as you have no way to escape, fills you with aching pleasure.
You try to concentrate. He took that knife from a drawer, which means it must be one of the knives he keeps in his nightstand. You have one in yours as well, but that doesn’t open and close.
Yoongi slides his hand from your throat to the back of your neck, lifting your head like this. It tilts back, revealing your vulnerable throat to the blade. Yoongi flips it and presses the sharp side of it against your skin, making you gasp in surprise.
“Guess. Now”, he orders, voice dark and dangerous. You feel your pussy throb because of it.
“I, I don’t know. The silver one from the nightstand?” you stutter.
“No. Wrong again”, he says and punishes you by dropping your head and replacing the blade with his hand, cutting off just enough of your airflow to turn your body limp in surprised bliss. Your head starts pounding, you feel like moaning out a gag. The knife rests on your tummy as he caresses your skin and basks in the quick movements you do from all the gasping he forces you to do.
“I’m gonna count to five and then let go of your throat and I want your answer by then”, he rasps, lips ghosting over your cheek, “can you do that for me, baby?”
“Yeah”, you croak, brain working overtime to guess right.
“Trust me, it’s gonna be worth it to get it right, so think hard. One….two…” he starts counting, making you tremble in charged desperation.
Yoongi has four knives in his nightstand. One kukri knife with a brown handle, which doesn’t open and close. His cousin gave it to him during one of their missions as teens. A small bowie knife you gave him for his birthday, it opens but was your second guess so you know it to be wrong. One of his customised daggers which opens with a press of a button and doesn’t sound that sharp. That leaves…
“…four and…five”, Yoongi finishes counting and releases your throat.
You gasp for air, arching your back from the rush of blood going back to your head. Yoongi caresses your sides until you calm down enough to talk.
“The black steel one. The s-spanto blade”, you croak.
“Good job, you guessed right”, he says, carrying a smile in his voice.
You bask in the praise with a fluttering heart, grinning proudly.
“It wasn’t even that hard”, you say, making him chuckle.
“Of course not”, he says, caressing your tummy. He moves down your body, dancing his hands down as well until he has your soft thighs under his fingertips. He kneads them, sitting right between your open legs.
You have already figured out by now what reward he was talking about, barely handling the anticipation.
“Fuck baby”, just the tone of his voice makes your pussy throb in desperation, “you’re fucking soaked”, he says and laughs lazily, eyes glued to your wet panties.
“What are you gonna do with me?” you ask him.
“Whatever the fuck I wanna do”, he answers you, hooking his fingers in the fabric just to tug it away from your body and use the blade to cut through it. He rips it off your other leg, throwing it behind himself without looking.
“Yoongi, I loved those panties”, you whine and whimper, chasing something. You have no idea what you were chasing. Maybe his hand, maybe the cold air on your pussy, maybe your lost panties. You just know that all you want to be is to be touched.
“I’ll buy you new ones, just want that pussy”, he dismisses you, lowering himself to you without warning.
You yelp up, almost smothering him if he wasn’t pinning down your hips, growling against your pussy as his lips are wrapped around your clit.
You hadn’t expected that. You expected him to play with you with his fingers, but not for him to bury his tongue between your folds.
“Holy fuck”, you croak out, tugging at the ropes with all you got, “fuck, holy fuck.”
Yoongi growls deeply, looking up at you with furrowed brows and his arms tensed from pinning you down. The rings are making such nice noises as you fight against them, your tits looks so pretty now that you are gasping for air. He knows that your eyes are squeezed shut behind that pretty blindfold, you always do that when he eats you out.
Yoongi is right. All you can do is squeeze your eyes shut and gasp for air. Having him worship your body with his blade left you so riled up. You didn’t even realise just how turned on he got you until he wrapped his lips around your clit. Hot and wet he sucks on the sensitive bundle of nerves until it is throbbing for a break. Yoongi gives it to you in the form of fast licks, the kind which shoots involuntary shakes through your thighs and which make those ropes around your ankles feel like torture. You want to close your legs, throw them over his shoulders, bend them by their knees. Anything other than forcing them to lie and shake without having any kind of control over them.
Yoongi tries to soothe some of that shaking with his hands running down your thighs, using his nails when he dances them back up again. It doesn’t help. It just makes it worse.
“Fuck, you’re so sensitive”, he growls, breaking away from your pussy. He lets the drool drop from his lips, covering your dripping pussy with it, “you’re shaking like crazy.”
You make an embarrassed sound, tugging at the ropes around your legs and failing to move. Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief.
“That was adorable”, he taunts, sticking out his tongue to drag the flat of it through your folds. He starts at your soaked entrance and ends it at your swollen clit. He uses his entire head for it, repeating the movements while his hands pin down your hips again.
“Yoongi please”, you cry out, feeling chills all over your body. You arch your back as best as the ropes allow you to, soaking the blindfold with pearls of your tears.
“Cute” he moans, basking in the aggressive clench your pussy does. He knows that he’s got you close. He knows you. Knows every change your body does when he’s got his hands on it. He knows that a blade against your skin turns you on like nothing else and that he can get you there instantly when he decides to use his tongue on you. He’s a little disappointed that he already has to stop, lifting his head despite his tongue begging for another taste.
You writhe, fighting the ropes. Only now he sees the tears seeping through the blindfold, smiling darkly because of it.
“Please”, you beg, fighting the strong hold he has on your hips.
“What’s wrong?” he asks nonchalantly despite his own shaky breathing. He feels so fucking good when he gets you so riled up. It’s the only rush of power he truly needs.
“Something, g-give me something please.”
“Hm”, he hums and then his hands leave your body.
You listen with a dizzy head. He climbs down from the bed. What you hadn’t expected however, was Yoongi untying the knots on the leg hooks. You wiggle in the newfound freedom, gasping when this earns you his strong grip around your thighs.
“Stay still”, he hisses.
“What are you doing?”
“Making sure you don’t close your legs”, he says and forces your left leg to bend. He holds it into position by your shin, wrapping the rope around it and therefore securing the position.
You moan in excitement, bending your other leg already for him. You love this position so much.
“Good girl”, Yoongi praises, working diligently to make sure you are comfortable but also tied up right. He rounds the bed afterwards, loosening the tautness of your arm ties and grabbing a pillow. He returns to the foot end of the bed, pulling your body right to the end of it until the arm rings hook back into place.
You laugh out a moan, enjoying the manhandling with all your being.
“Hm”, Yoongi chuckles softly, lifting your butt just to place the pillow underneath it. Like this your hips are tilted just right to give him the best view of your pussy.
He drags his palm down your inner thigh, resting it over your pussy. His pointer finger he flicks over your entrance, playing with your juices mindlessly. The desperation in your moans seem to leave him cold.
"You've got the prettiest pussy, baby", he rasps, dancing his finger to your clit to trace her slowly, "I thought of you today. You and your pretty pussy got me faded, baby."
"Yoongi please fuck me", you beg, feeling close to crying in desperation.
"I will", he says and pulls his hand away.
You are back to listening again.
His belt opens. His zipper gets pulled down. Then the distinct sound of slacks being pulled down and hitting the floor. You can barely breathe in excitement. Finally. Fucking finally you’ll get his cock. It’s all you want. Nobody fucks like Yoongi does. You need it so bad.
He steps closer, lying his cock down over your pussy. He slaps it against your clit a few times, making you keen and writhe.
"I can't wait to fill you up", he speaks slowly, letting you know with it that he is suffering from just as much desperation as you do.
He spanks your clit one last time, dragging his cock down your pussy afterwards. One circle over your weeping entrance then he finally pushes inside, letting out a desperate grunt as he does.
You whimper loudly, feeling your toes curl in pleasure. Yoongi fits like no other. The stretch is hot as fire, leaving you lightheaded and addicted to it.
"Almost there baby, your pussy's taking me so well", he lulls, watching with blown-out pupils as his swollen cock sinks into you. You fit so perfectly around him, as if you were made for him. Just for him.
He bottoms out, furrowing his brows as he does. Wet, hot, tight.
"Fuck I'm in", he presses out, "are you-'
"Good", you interrupt him, "Yoongi", you moan your best moan, tugging at the ropes.
"Shit you’re so fucking sexy", he presses out and grips your hips to finally begin moving. He goes slow and makes sure to really draw out the movements, slipping out of you to the very tip of his cock until slipping back inside to the very base. He needs to make sure your pussy remembers the shape of him, while remembering the sensation of your wet walls himself.
Your moans are like music to his ears. He answers them with whispered curses and throaty grunts, staying quieter for the sake of hearing you. Your sounds seriously get him off so good.
He looks at his cock. It glistens in your pussy juices, veins swollen and skin dark from all the blood rushing through him. You are so fucking wet that you managed to dirty his pubes by now too. Good. He wants to be marked by you just as much as he wants to mark you.
Yoongi spits on your clit, eliciting a gasp from you. You giggle his name, making him smile his distinct lazy smirk.
"Keep moaning for me, baby. Wanna hear how good I fuck you", he orders, picking up his spit with his thumb to use it on you. He rubs your clit slowly, timing the movements with his deep thrusts.
"Fuck! Ah, Yoongi!" you moan loudly, arching your back as best as possible. It is a little difficult when your legs are tied and your arms are unable to move. But you still try because all you want to do is writhe.
"Keep going baby. Moan my fucking name", he rasps, speeding up his hips in desperation.
"Yoongi", you moan, "Yoongi, ah Yoongi!"
He's got you trembling and clenching. Your pussy's so sensitive, his cock feels so huge because of it. His thumb is callused and the roughness of it almost feels too much. In the best way possible. His movements remind you just who gets you into such a state. He does. Only he can. Only Yoongi.
"So pretty. You sound so fucking pretty", he growls, "louder baby, louder. Let those bastards downstairs know who fucks you that well."
You totally forgot about everyone else. The moment you set foot in the bedroom, the rest of the organisation was gone from your mind. And now that he reminded you, all you want to do is tell the whole world who owes you to the core.
"Yoongi", you wail, "Yoongi! You fuck me so well. Yoongi!"
"Fuck", he growls and grunts, fighting the urge to close his eyes, "good girl. Such a good fucking girl. You’re my best girl with the best fucking pussy."
He drills his cock into you, keeping you from slipping back with his strong hand twisted in your leg tie. You need the support, he makes sure of that by keeping up the rough rhythm. Like this his balls slap against your ass each time he is deep inside you. Like this you squeak like the prettiest little toy and your pussy sounds so goddamn wet that Yoongi has to look down at her again.
It runs out of you and soaks the pillow, droplets of it are sticking to his dark pubes, his cock's tripping each time he pulls out. He can also feel it cover his balls, chasing the sensation with a circle of his hips each time he is buried to the base inside your wet, tight cunt.
"Take me, fucking take me", Yoongi growls angrily, slamming into you with madness in his movements.
"Yoongi please don’t stop" you beg him, voice contorted in pleasure. The blindfold is so soaked from your tears, your head is pounding unbearably.
"No. I won’t. You belong to me. You should remember that", he spits, writing his name right against your g spot. He pulls out afterwards just to slam into you roughly, pulling you on his cock at the same time and making it feel twice as deep, "you're my pretty girl. Mine", he rasps, "wanna keep fucking your pretty, little pussy."
You are barely human at this point, praying for any kind of strength to keep you alive. Yoongi fucks like a madman tonight. Normally the job drains him way too much for fast fucks. On normal days you get slow and deep fucks or if you want to you can ride him stupid. So to have Yoongi rut into you like a crazy animal steals your sanity from you. Because Yoongi’s a goddamn natural in rough fucks. He just needs to be pissed enough for them, fueled by anger at the world and with boiling rage in his stomach. Only then Yoongi fucks fast and rough, using your pussy to punish his demons and wind down in the process.
You won’t ever complain. You love being his stress ball. That shit feels so fucking good to be.
So good in fact that Yoongi’s next flick of his thumb forces a surprise high out.
"Yoongiii", you scream up, dragging out his last syllable as you shake out of control.
"Shit! Fuck!" Yoongi gasps loudly, hips stuttering in surprise, "shit baby, urgh fuck", he throws his head back, "so fucking tight."
"Yoongi oh god, Yoongi please", you keen. You swear that a part of you dies in that high. And resurrects again a second later when Yoongi slips out of you solely to give your cunt the freedom to squirt all over the pillow. It seeps out of your well-fucked hole, soaking the fabric and own skin.
"Good girl, that’s it. Squirt for me", he rasps, rubbing your overstimulated clit to force even the last drop out of you.
"Yoongi please", you sob, crying the hottest tears. The ropes are way too strong, you can't fight them. Holy shit you are victim to his maddened touch if you wanted to or not, "please honey please ah.."
"It's okay baby, almost there. Almost there", Yoongi soothes you. He circles his thumb and forces those last two convulses out of you. They were terribly stubborn, almost making him believe that they would never want to come out.
You wail and fight the ropes. Yoongi almost feels pity for you, but doesn’t. Not when your pussy looks so happy squirting for him. He is so obsessed with it. It’s the visual proof that only he can fuck you that well, that all those years with you made him an expert in your body. Yoongi feels invincible in those moments.
"Please", you barely get it out, trying to close your legs as best as possible.
"It's okay love. You’re already done", he says softly, abandoning your clit to caress your tummy instead, "see? It wasn’t that bad, was it?"
"Yes it was", you whine, sobbing softly, "I'm, I’m so w-weak now."
Yoongi chuckles, "adorable", he rasps, jerking off his cock lazily.
"Don't laugh at me", you whine, "it's your fault."
"I know, I take the blame completely", he says, bending down just to kiss your tummy, "good job, baby. You’ve done so well", he whispers against your skin.
The praise makes you feel so fuzzy and happy. You did a good job. You were his best girl.
"Can I be rewarded?" you ask shyly.
"Rewarded?" Yoongi lifts his head to look at you.
You open your mouth and stick your tongue out.
"Fuck yes", Yoongi full on moans, squeezing around the base of his cock, "I'm the luckiest fucking bastard, baby. You’re so goddamn perfect."
He climbs on the bed behind your head, hovering his cock over your face. You can smell him so well like this. Sweet like your pussy and addicting like his cock.
You tilt your head back, sticking your tongue out further.
Yoongi curses and cups your cheek just to move your head into his prefered position. Seconds later you feel his cock glide into your mouth. He tastes like you and his own pleasure. Sweet and a little salty. It’s a nice combination because it tastes like a good and satisfying fuck.
"That's it", he rasps and sucks in air through his teeth, "fuck", he releases it again.
Yoongi keeps holding your face, using his other hand to support his cock. He rocks back and forth slowly, watching in delight as your lips move around his girth.
"Good girl, the best girl", he rasps and scrunches his nose in bliss, "fuck baby."
You moan around his cock, basking in the sensations like a hungry animal. You love getting your face fucked by your husband. His cock tastes so goddamn good.
He laughs lazily and rolls his hips deeper, hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. You whimper happily, welcoming him with a tingling stomach.
"So good, that’s so good", he lulls with a dizzy head.
His fingers slip from your face to trace your throat instead. He feels it bulge each time he bottoms out, basking in the sensation of your gag and the happy moan that follows. He can feel his balls rub against your face, cursing them for being so goddamn heavy and sensitive. If they weren’t, he wouldn't have to shiver each time he feels your nose against them or the softness of the blindfold.
You moan around him again, throat tight and wet and oh so warm.
"Seriously", he hisses, eyes falling closed, "I'm close baby", he croaks out and finally moans. He doesn’t care that he overshadows your sounds. He feels them around his cock nonetheless and he needs to let those sounds out before he goes insane. Holding back as he fucked your pussy was bearable but not this. Not fucking your face. It feels like fucking paradise and Yoongi needs to moan.
Somehow you seem to begin meeting his movements because of his moans, sucking on his cock as if your life depended on it. Your husband has the sexiest voice, crafted especially for moans. You love when he lets go and lets them out.
"I'm really fucking close", he croaks, breath trembling and throat rattling in a deep moan. He is throbbing inside you, dripping down your throat. Every movement feels like sweet torture, his balls are so fucking tight that he could explode.
You encourage him with a sweet moan, sending the vibrations of it all through his body. You need his cum so bad.
"Baby", Yoongi growls loudly and pulls out just to fucking abuse his cockhead with rapid jerks of his hand, "baby now", he moans deliciously, thrusting his hips against nothing as his cock squirts all over your face. He is shaking like crazy, head thrown back and cock fucking his own hand.
You love this so much, welcoming the warm facial with your tongue sticking out and your eyes producing happy tears.
Yoongi comes down with a graphic curse, slacking and falling on his butt right behind you.
"Holy shit", he croaks, panting heavily.
You mewl and tilt your head back. With one lick your lips are cleaned. You swallow happily, making Yoongi purr deeply.
"You're so sexy", he rasps, "fuck baby, give me a moment. I'll free you."
Yoongi opens your hand ties first, soothing your wrists with soft kisses.
"Good girl", he praises, “does anything hurt, baby?”
“No, it’s just a little sore, but it’s not bad.”
“Okay. I’ll massage them for you later, promise”, he says, kissing each of your wrists once more before moving on to your legs.
He cuts through the ropes. That's what he does. He uses the knife to cut the ropes and it is glorious.
"Really? Again?" you laugh, "we lost so much rope already because of you.”
"I'm too lazy. I can’t be bothered", he says in a chuckle, helping you move your legs to stretch them out and get them relaxed again.
"Mhhm honey, that’s nice", you sigh.
"That's good. You did really well with the ties", he praises, setting your legs down so they were tangling over the edge of the bed.
He pulls the ruined pillow from under you, throwing it on the ground.
"That one's ruined", he says.
"It's your fault", you throw back, making him chuckle.
"I know, I don’t feel guilty", he says, pulling you into a sitting position to take off your blindfold.
You have to blink a few times to get used to the new freedom. When his face finally appears out of the blurriness, he is smiling. He cups your cheeks, wiping your tears away.
"You cried."
"It felt so good", you answer him, making his eyes soften.
"My pretty girl", he whispers, tilting your head up for a sweet kiss.
You feel so giddy, melting in his hands like a chocolate drop in the sun.
Yoongi breaks the kiss just to continue gazing at you.
"Thank you", he whispers.
"For what?" you whisper back, holding his waist.
"For taking my mind off of today. I seriously wanted to set the whole world on fire."
"Don't. You know I’m always here when you need me", you say, making his eyes sparkle in adoration.
"And I'm here whenever you need me, baby. You can count on me. You know that, don’t you?" he whispers, resting his forehead against yours.
"I know", you promise him, reaching up to twist his hair just to make sure he doesn’t leave, "I know baby, I know."
Yoongi nods his head and caresses your temples, letting you know that he is so, so grateful for everything you do but most of all for your existence.
"Fuck", he exhales deeply, "now all I gotta do is go down and face them. Shit, I don’t wanna. I don’t know what to tell them."
"Then don’t. Take a bath with me, let me take a look at the cuts and forget about them for tonight. Sleep. Rest. I promise you'll think of something. There's still tomorrow."
"I guess you’re right."
"I'm always right", you say, making him chuckle and peck your forehead.
"You're lucky I love you", he whispers with a smile.
"I love you too", you say with a grin, standing up just to pull him into a kiss as you guide him to the ensuite bathroom.
And Yoongi follows gladly, forgetting all about the messy future waiting for him tomorrow.
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Hello sorry if this if worded weirdly or something, I'm writing this instead of sleeping
I'd like to request something for shinobu finding out their partner hasn't been with anyone before. Like she and reader (f) haven't been together for long but they've bonded pretty quickly and when Shino start making spicy moves she realizes reader gets both excited and nervous
Also this interaction came into my mind lmao:
Shinobu: what are you, a virgin? Lol
Reader, very much a virgin and now under the impression shinobu doesn't want an inexperienced partner: 💧👁👄👁💧
a/n: this is a cute little concept !! your request was also just fine lol so don't worry about it! i might add in a little funny moment just for you ;) also i've been pretty busy writing on wattpad, so i didn't ignore your request, just needed to find time to do it!! i have more demon slayer content coming soon w another request too ;)
genre: romance, wlw, smut
pairing: shinobu x fem! reader
warnings: virginity loss (femxfem), fingering (giving + no penetration), teasing, cunnilingus (receiving)
MDNI - nsfw below the cut
This wasn't the first time Shinobi's hands had slipped under your shirt, her fingertips gently grazing the skin of your stomach, sliding over your breasts.
It also wasn't the first time her lips were on yours, sliding against your own as she took control, slipping her tongue into your mouth, sucking and playing with your own as she straddled your hips.
And it certainly wasn't the first time she had stripped your shirt off, leaving flowering hickies down the expanse of your neck, in the center of your sternum. She was caressing your breasts in her hands and teasing you, popping a nipple into her mouth and biting down gently.
But it was the first time she was making any move to remove your pants, stripping her own shirt off, breasts still bound in wraps as she slipped off her own pants.
Shinobu and you had met out of pure chance, running into her gather some herbs nearby the Butterfly Mansion as she had come to collect some herself. Surely she hadn't needed to, since she had plenty of staff in the house who would do it for her, but something told her to go out and do it herself.
It had been a whirlwind since then, both of you getting along so well, her inviting you to the mansion, dining with you. Before long, she had expressed her interest in you, and you had shyly returned her sentiment.
Maybe this was all going a little fast, kicking the fabric off your ankles and letting her pull you into another kiss as she lowered you against the mattress. There was barely any time to catch your breath as she reached back and removed the bindings holding her breasts, moaning as you reached up to take them into your hands.
She didn't break the kiss for a moment, fingers trailing hotly along your skin as she ventured towards your panties, slipping them between your spread legs and running them over the front of the fabric.
Parting from her to catch your breath, she gave you a teasing grin, biting her lip when you grabbed one of her breasts, wrapping your lips around her nipple and kneading the other with your hand.
"Eager, are we? Not so fast," she pulled back from your mouth, running her hand down your body sensually, over your breasts and hips, over your thighs, and finally right over your center. Slowly, she made her way down your body, leaving a trail of kisses along your skin, wetting it with the taste of her mouth.
As she kissed just above your naval, you felt your breath catch in your throat. This was foreign territory, being touched in such a perverted manner, kissed so provocatively.
Shinobu was truly opening up a new world for you, making your head spin as she pressed her hands under your thighs, opening you up for her. Just as she placed a kiss over the line of your panties, you lightly tensed, heart beating loudly in your ears.
Perhaps it was the way your legs tensed up, and maybe it was the way you clenched your eyes shut, pressing your teeth together and holding your breath that made her pause. "Are you alright?"
She came up from between your thighs, taking one of your hands in her own and slotting her fingers through yours. When you opened your eyes, blinking and trying to steady your breathing, she was already looking at you with that worried gaze. It was the same one you'd seen when you accidentally pricked your finger on a thorn, or when you'd tripped in your sleepy haze.
"What's wrong? You don't need to be nervous. I'm sure I'll make you feel good, maybe better than anyone else has," she let out a little giggle, trying to lighten the mood. All you could manage was a shaky smile as you swallowed and tried to slow your rapid heartrate.
"Do you want to stop?"
"No!" Clenching your eyes shut, and tightening your grip on her hand, you let out a trembling breath and managed to mumbled out a few words with the embarrassment burning through your veins. "I'm a virgin.."
Furrowing her brows, she leaned in a little closer, cocking her head to the side. "What was that? I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you well."
"I'm a virgin!" You were sure you would have a heat stroke at any moment from the way your skin was on fire, making your eyes glaze over and you were almost positive you were sweating a but. Her eyes went wide, and she sat back on her heels. "Oh, my.."
The silence between you two only lasted a moment or two, but it was making your stomach twist with unease. Did she not want to be with you now? Since you were inexperienced, did she think it would be too much to teach you? What if you hadn't said anything, would she have known just by your actions and reactions?
Before you could continue with the onslaught of questions swimming rampant in your brain, she gave you a smile and leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. "I would like to continue, if that's alright. I'll do my best to make it memorable and special for you."
Now your eyes were wide, face hot, stomach twisting with a new kind of arousal at her words. It seemed like she knew what she was doing to offer that kind of promise. Swallowing the knot in your throat, your head bobbed as you nodded. She smiled again, leaning down to capture your lips into a gentle kiss until she began her trail down your torso again, much slower and even lovingly this time.
When she came to rest her head between your thighs, hovering just above your clothed center, she took your hand in hers again. Giving her another nod of confirmation, you let her slide her fingers up the side of your hip, hooking them in the fabric of your panties and sliding them down your legs.
Being completely exposed to her sent a rush of anxiety through you, but she was quick to ease you, distract you really, when she placed a kiss on your pubic bone, trailing down and down again.
She was ghosting around your clit, over your labia and inner thighs, almost tickling you with kisses. Letting out a sigh, you let yourself relax back onto the sheets under you, gasping when she finally stuck her tongue out to collect some of your wetness.
It seemed like whatever restraint she had before was gone, and she was licking up to your clit, drawing circles and sucking as your hips bucked. The first moan you let out was much too loud for your liking, and they only got louder and raised in pitch from there on. Covering your mouth with your free hand, you tried to not squeeze the hand holding her own too hard.
"Shinobu!" Something about the way you had gasped her name seemed to fuel her further, reaching to grasp your thigh in an attempt to delve even deeper into your pussy, licking and sucking methodically.
Her tongue slipped into your cunt, massaging the upper wall and quickly coming back up to move against the underside of your clit, puffy and sensitive from the onslaught of her thirst for you. Again, she dipped into you, sucking on your clit, circling, flicking, anything and everything that seemed to feel so good.
A pressure was building in your stomach, a knot, a coil, something you'd definitely felt when pleasuring yourself before. You knew what it was, but you also knew it was coming so quickly, so intensely, much more so than it ever had before.
Dropping your jaw and letting out a series of high pitched cries of her name, you felt your orgasm wash over you, her tongue playfully flicking your clit as you came down from your high.
Your legs were shaking when she came up, wiping the remainder of your arousal off her lips with her thumb. Her eyes were shining and she gave you another gentle smile, making your face burn as she leaned down to kiss you again.
You could taste yourself on her tongue, making a whine rise from the back of your throat as you reached up to grasp her hip with one hand, grasping her breast again with the other.
"Shinobu," you managed to gasp out in between kisses, "I wanna try, wanna make you feel good too."
After another long second of attaching her lips to yours, she pulled away and nodded, letting you sit up and lay her down against the bed as you just had. Even though you were quite sure what to do, you tried to do what she had done to you, massaging and kneading her skin under your fingers as you left open mouthed kissed down her body.
Once you managed to reach her panties, just where she had been moments ago, you paused, looking up to her for guidance.
With a smile, she sat up and kissed you again, taking your hand and guiding it between her legs, over her panties. After second of rubbing against her through the fabric, she guided your fingers down the sides, letting you slide them down her legs.
She placed your hand back to her center, removing them and letting you explore her body a bit on your own.
Since you were a woman yourself, you knew where her clit would be, red and sensitive from her arousal, and where her pussy would be, dripping with her own wetness. As you let your fingers wander over her, she pulled away from the kiss, letting out a small sigh of pleasure.
"Use it to touch my clit." Feeling your face get hot again, you nodded, dipping your fingers over the pool of wetness that had begun to trail down her pussy, just barely messing the sheets.
When your fingers trailed back up to her clit, rubbing in small, light circles, you glanced at her to gauge her reaction. Her eyes had fluttered shut, leaning her head back as her brows creased. She'd taken her bottom lip between her teeth, humming when you recollected her wetness to continue playing with her clit.
Since she had been so keen on making you feel good, you wanted to do the same. Even though it could've backfired, you decided to experiment a little.
You applied more pressure to her clit, quickening your pace. Her back arched and her mouth slipped open, letting out a breathing moan that made your stomach erupt with butterflies. She was so beautiful right now, face contorted in the pleasure you were giving her, chest heaving with her breasts exposed, legs twitching at your movements.
It seemed you had accidentally made the right move when your hand slipped, rubbing the underside of her clit quickly, and she jolted, gasping aloud.
Grinning with a newfound determination, you did it again, slowly at first. Watching her twitch and lean her head back made you satisfied with your decision, beginning to quicken your pace of your fingers against her clit.
"Oh, [Y/n]!" Her thighs were closing now, slowly, shaking as she let out trembling breaths between her moans that were becoming more and more frequent. Determined to make her cum, you quickened your pace even more, taking your free hand to pin her knee down so you could continue playing with her.
Her hips were bucking, whole body heaving and rising with goosebumps as she cried out, eyes rolling back. Though, you weren't sure if she had cum yet despite her thrashing, so you continued your ministrations against her clit.
"Wait! I came.. I came." She was breathing heavily when you removed your hand, looking in awe at the wetness slipping down her cunt, over the flesh of her ass and onto the sheets below. You must've done a hell of a good job this first time, because she was still trembling when she let out a sigh, looking at you through tired eyes.
She gave you a smile, leaning in to kiss you lightly, pressing her forehead against yours. "Are you sure this was your first time?"
<3 <3 <3
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🟨 OC Interview 🎤
Got tagged by @kharonion! Thank youu 💙
━━ Valentin Da Silva
▪ NICKNAME: Val by friends, V by everyone else, RVC00N on the net
▪ GENDER: Male, transgender - He/Him pronouns
▪ ORIENTATION: Gay - DemiSexual
▪ NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Born in Nevada, from a French Dad and Spanish Mom
▪ HEIGHT: 163cm / 5"3
▪ STAR SIGN: Virgo (sun, western) - Rat (chinese)
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▪ FAVE FRUIT: Pineapple 🍍
▪ FAVE SEASON: Spring 🌸
▪ FAVE FLOWER: Not a flower, but he loves Succulents 🌱
▪ FAVE SCENT: Lavender, morning rain, leather under the sun 💧
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▪ COFFEE, TEA, HOT CHOCOLATE: Black coffee, Green tea, not a fan of drinking hot chocolate (cold chocolate tho? mmh mmh!)
▪ AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: All or Nothing, either 3hours or 10hours depending on what he's doing/working on
▪ DOG OR CAT PERSON: Hanged with a few cats in random places in NC, so Cat person! He never met any friendly dogs yet
▪ DREAM TRIP: Some of the biggest Nomad Markets; last time his Bakker clan went there, he was too young to remember anything, he'd love to finally get back there as an adult
▪ NUMBER OF BLANKETS THEY SLEEP WITH: Depends where he sleeps; nights in the desert can get chilly so he usually have 2-3 blankets laying around in their tent, and back of their respective cars
▪ RANDOM FACT: Despite his bubbly personality, Valentin is actually really cold, almost intimidating when first meeting him; he has to build trust before opening up, and trust isn't something he gives easily anymore
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These OC post are always fun to fill ghfhg so thanks again for the tag!
▶ TAGGING - Without any pressure~
@aldecaldhos - @ne0n-rust - @arczism - @arcandoria - @ouroboros-hideout - @elvenbeard - @chipped-chimera - @simply-jason - @corpocookie - @officiallyjewls - @jackiemychoom - @afterdark-vp - @visixv - @butchsquatch - @timemind - @mhbcaps
I don't know at all who already got tagged or not so GFHHGF 👁👄👁
If anyone want to jump in, go ahead 😌👌
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Top Gun Characters as Shit my Friends/Familt have said
Mav: Am I an idiot?
Slider: Ice requires me to tell you no.
Slider:
Mav:
Slider: But Ice isn’t here, and you’re an idiot-
Slider: I used to be nice before I started working with you.
Ice:
Slider: What have you done to me? Look at me! I’m mean now! I don’t want to be mean, Tom!
Ice: I’m so old. *groans* Just put me in a retirement home, I’m done!
Slider, about Ice: He’s like Superman but instead of super strength and laser vision he has a crippling nicotine addiction and abandonment issues.
Hollywood: Oh!
Hollywood, shocked: Oh!!
Hollywood, sympathetic: Oh…
Wolfman: Do you have any other way you can say that syllable?
Goose: A lot of thought goes into being a whore.
Pheonix: They need to make vapes that look like vaginas.
Bob: Is the clit where you’d hit?
Phoenix: YES! exactly.
*Listening to audio porn*
Maverick: this is how I sound going up stairs.
*about Iceman*
Maverick: Yeah he has cancer! Could be worse
Slider: Could be worse? That’s like saying that my leg is broken, but it’s okay because I have another leg!
Phoenix: I don’t support treating people like cattle. But men are icky.
Ice: I don’t like you.
Mav: Why?
Ice: You make me do things that are gonna get you killed.
Cyclone: Efficiency! you just have to give up on everything.
Iceman: Man, I’m just shitfaced. I dunno what the hell happened.
*being side-eyed by an amish girl*
Mav: should i ask what her problem is?
Goose: No, she’s amish! She probably has enough problems as it is.
Rooster: I wanna be in the smufs movie so i can bone papa. I mean absolutely raw doggin’ it.
Maverick: 👁💧👄💧👁
Phoenix: I’m laughing my tampon out of my pussy!
*after Ice’s cancer surgery*
Slider: So… how’s your wednesday evening going? Nothing like a wednesday night at St. Mary’s Hospital.
Mav:
Mav: How do you think I’m doing, Ronald?
Iceman: I’m not a communist… but-
Rooster: That! That is not a mustache. That’s a fuzzy upper lip.
Payback: Being complimented by Dwane The Rock Johnson is an orgasm in itself.
Rooster: If I could fuck a drugstore, I would fuck rite aid.
Hollywood: I mean… who hasnt dressed up as a woman? I have!
Mav, in yoda voice: Mhmm… coming you are.
Ice:
Ice: nope. thats it. get outta the bed. You’re done.
Rooster: I’m trying to spread the fucking peanut butter with a spoon.
Phoenix: You’re giving califorian stoner vibes
Bob: Very californian stoner of you, Bradley.
Coyote: Do you wanna watch Fast and Furious 9?
Hangman: I haven’t seen the first one.
Coyote: I’m sure they’re all the same.
Hangman: Car go fast. Vin Diesel. That’s all you need to know.
Rooster: Do you think you two will hate each other when you get old?
Maverick: He already hates me.
Iceman: I don’t hate you, you just bug me.
*trying to do pilates with Hangman*
Rooster: You’re such a sadist! This isn’t fun sexy pain. This is just pain!
*explaining to baby Bradley how 2 dads have a baby*
Iceman: Well, you see, when a man and a man love each other very much… they find a woman
Maverick: *wheezing*
Iceman: A woman who cares just a little bit.
Payback: Just because I’m an athlete doesn’t mean I can’t feel
*talking about throat cancer survivor*
Iceman: I have three holes. all fuckable.
Bob: I wanted to be in the Navy before I saw the movie! The hot guys are just a bonus!
Rooster: I’m so excited to fuck harrison ford
hangman: *getting quieter as she goes* hell yeah talking about our problems since… nineteen… thirty…… seven
Hangman: he better fucking leave his wife for me, I swear to god.
Slider: help him! he’s being pegged! anal!
Phoenix: Is that a boob?
Bob: No! That’s Gary the Snail!
Hangman: I can’t even begin to tell you how attracted to that peacock i was
Cyclone: what do you wear to a poker game?
Fanboy: fancy clothes.
Cyclone:
Cyclone: what.
Cyclone: yall have broken my spirit.
Hangman: thats our job as students
Cyclone: no shit.
Maverick: back in my day-
Hangman: i love history class.
Maverick, to Slider: Only you can make a happy birthday card for someone else and have it still be a jab at me.
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Curious but I think about how old I think each of the Lord's are and I'm gonna be honest it makes me love their stupid brother relations more, so oldest to youngest;
Oldest: Tinky, literally the Time bastard, probably came into existence with time, not that he cares he's the oldest he's happy to let Wiggly take the lead, pretty powerful but he uses it primarily on his toys. 💛🐐
Second oldest: Wiggly, man was just determined to exsist simply out of wrath and spite, fine with Tinky cause he doesn't show any interest in taking rule or bossing him around as the eldest so he's fine, he is the one that shows the most power but all are evenly matched in their own domains. 💚🐙👑
Middle child: Nibbly, embodiment of hunger and Gluttony, probably showed up with humans and people cause lets face it we invented Gluttony and overconsumption. He's content enough with eating and is far more focused on consuming and his little cult than taking leadership, he wouldn't say no to getting more attention but he likes he is the only one who can physically show up in the real world even if its only for a night. 💗👄🐖
Second youngest: Pokey, very ambitious and envies he's almost or even more power-hungry than Wiggly, along with entertainment and theatre he became, he is the only one truelly successful in taking over the world and Wiggly is the most threatened by him but Pokey feels he wouldn't have the support of the other brother's to take over so he waits. 💙🎭💧
Youngest: Blinky, he's an ipad kid. I love him but he is, he's a brat and gets upset and throws tantrums when he doesn't get what he wants, whining that one of Tinky's "toy's" was his and throwing a fit over it, he doesn't use his powers nearly as much as the others other than 'watching' but he's sat with his funny shows of people at his park so for now he is content. 💜👁🎡
Let me know any of your personal headcanons or thoughts on rhen too :D
Webby came around the same time as Wiggly one reason he hates her so much he's always been stuck with her. Despite that she acts so much more mature than any of them 🤍🕷🕸
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🦅Being Shiratorizawa's Manager 🦅
Miss Manager is Poly
Shiratorizawa x Female manager
Warnings: polyship, Swearing, kissing
AN: This is an Anon request!
🌠 Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠
Ok YN calm down
*breathe 1, 2, 3, 4*
I know it's overwhelming ✋🏻 I mean look at them
Here, I'll help 👇🏻
I know it's the same gif as above 💅🏼 but I don't hear any complaints 😏
Please these boys would make anyone panic
And being Poly 😳 well let's just say your doomed YN
Fare thee well YN, you will be missed 😢
Honestly, they are all so cute!
Yes even Goshiki with his bowl cut
And also Shirabu with his bowl cut/undercut thing
The point is, they are all level 10 🔥
Just being around them makes you malfunction
So when you are approached by Yamagata and Reon to be the teams manager
You 👉🏻👁👄👁 huh-
"Yn we need a manager and we think you'd be perfect"- Yamagata 😏
It's almost like he's knows or something 🙃
You 👉🏻👁👄👁 sure-
And thus it begins 🙌🏻
At first you are a bit like Yachi
Extremely nervous 😓
But not because like you're scared
Oh no no, because these guys like your insides melt 🥴
Please anytime one, let alone TWO of them approach you
YN.exe has officially stopped functioning
"Hey YN can you fill my waterbottle"- Semi
You 👉🏻👁👄👁 yeah-
"Hey YN can you get the mop?"- Reon
You 👉🏻👁👄👁 on it-
"Hey YN can you iron our shirts?"- Yamagata, Tendou and Semi removing their shirts
You 👉🏻👁💧👄💧👁 absolutely
Please they are so pretty I can't 😭
After practice, Kawanishi approaches you and all but Kabedon's you against the wall
"Can I help you Kawanishi?"- You, panicking
Yamagata comes along the otherside, doing the same thing
"Oh my-" YN double panicking
Shurabu then comes in front and you are all but out of panic 😳
The domain known as YN LN no longer exists
It was nice knowing you YN, RIP 🙏🏻
Still, no matter what, you could never ever choose one of them
You wouldn't be complete without your boys
And surprisingly, they know that
But you don't know that they know that 🤨
Until one day, it becomes crystal clear
Inter-highs 🙌🏻
The place known for its chaotic energy and endless volleyball fanatics!
Now I know what your thinking, and imma switch it up 😏
Yes yes I KNOW what I said
"If I dOnT iNcLuDe OiKaWa blah blah blah"
But here me out ✋🏻
How about we include the lost Miya Triplet instead
A little Terushima action if you will
Maybe with a dose of Johzenji added in 🙃
Since Atsumu is season 4's Oikawa and Terushima is the lost Miya Triplet, I'm technically including Oikawa
In like a weird roundabout way 🤨 but nevermind
The fact that you have a crush on all your boys makes them so protective of you
I meam they would be regardless but oof are they ever now
No way are they going to let you out of their sights EVER
Unfortunately for them, it happens anyways
You are packing up to leave when Goshiki realizes he forgot his knee pads
"I'll get them!"- You, managing to string more than 2 words together
"Thanks YN!"- Goshiki smiling and you dying 😫
You run back into the gym, locate the knee pads and head out
Too bad you are stopped short by the Wall of Johzenji 🧱
"Well hey there cutie! Hey you're from Shiratorizawa aren't you? I saw you earlier and I've got to say you are one of the best looking managers here"- Terushima, laying it on THICCC with 3cs
"Umm hi- yeah I am but I have to go now so if you'll excuse me"- you trying to hurry to your boys
"Hey what's the rush? I'd like to get to know yiu? Maybe grab your number?"- Terushima
Back Miya #3 back you menace 🤺
"Umm I really have to go now-" you trying to sneak by only to be Kabedon'd by Terushima and the rest of Johzenji
Now, I'm not complaining ✋🏻
And I doubt you are either
You are literally living the dream Yn don't fight it
"I uhh I really have to-" "HEY BACK OFF-"
Tendou, Yamagata, Reon, Semi, Ushijima, Kawanishi, Shirabu AND Goshiki approach
"Didn't you hear? I said back off our girl"- Kawanishi, shoving Terushima
Please he's a brawler we all know it 🤗
"Are you ok YN?"- Yamagata grabbing your hand and pulling you close
"Yeah they didn't hurt you did they?"- Reon pushing your hair behind your ears 😫😫😫
"How dare you touch our YN"- Ushijima 😠
Please he's so angry
"You wanna rumble?"- Tendou, now bouncing up and down
Semi pulls you close and kisses your forehead, placing his hands on your cheeks
"Our sweet girl, just say the word and we will take care of it"- Semi
JDUCBWJFNJSNDJEH THE WRITER OF THIS FIC HAS STOPPED FUNCTIONING 😱
"I'm ok-" you smiling at semi and your boys 🥺
"Touch her again and you'll be sorry"- Shirabu
Terushima and Johzenji are just standing there scowling
When you walk out, you hug and give each of your boys a kith 🥰
It's like they know 😭
"Yn we'd never ask you to pick between us"- Yamagata
"Yeah, we all care very much about you"- Goshiki
Please, say less 🥲
YN you are the luckiest bitch istg-
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I won’t lie momma I absolutely love that one of the few things that can falter Victoria’s confidence is a McDonalds date XD. On any other date she’s all 🌹👠🖤🥂😉💋👩❤️💋👩😈
But when it comes to McDonalds all I can imagine is her just 👁👄👁💧 😳 😀
"You're coffee is under five dollars?"
"Yeah!"
"Is it good?"
"it's coffee. "
"But is it GOOD?"
The whole date is her tasting common people food and not understanding why the price is so odd, and why the food doesn't have a five star chef.
"So untrained people just...just cook? They don't go to a school for years and then work here?!"
"No. They make pretty banger chicken sandwiches though!"
-Mommabean
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UH im low key kindda anxious to post this bc i dont usually post my art but uhhhhh here :")
👁💧👄👁👌🏻 (if i missed any trrigger warnings in the tags pls tell me or dm me and ill add them)
( @otakubolt i did it bitch)
#sanders sides art#sanders sides#janus sanders#deceit sanders#janus art#remus sanders#dukeciet#demus#artbyvix#tw alcohol#tw smoking#tw suggestive
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Finals week is only beginning, and I already feel like I need a good cry to release my stress before I do any work, but I can't because if I start crying I'm not going to get anything done 👁💧👄💧👁
#im so close to finishing my stuff#but the stress just creeps up on me so randomly#i need a hug tbh#BUT THE QUARTERS ALMOST OVER#AND IM PROUD OF MYSELF#pau talks#pau goes to college yuh
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an intro to me :]
my name is layla, but I'm ok with any nicknames as long as they aren't mean
I'm bi
I call people either girlie, bestie, or dude. if u have a preferred one or want me to call u something different, let me know! :)
I mainly post mphfpc stuff
i'm fluent in both english and spanish
I also post red queen stuff
and occasionally percy jackson
I'm a minor 👍[idk if the 🌽 bots read this stuff or not but pls leave me alone 👁💧👄💧👁]
now onto the fun stuff!
CURRENT OBSESSION: MPHFPC. [Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children]
I'm a Libra
My favorite color is purple
Some of my favorite artists are ABBA, Melanie Martinez, and Mitski.
My fav kpop group is (G)I-DLE and my bias is Yuqi
I do post some art sometimes
I want to learn French, German or Latin
I am pretty sensitive, if someone expresses slight disappointment, I will cry.
And I like croissants.
Hope u have a lovely day/night!
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guess who went 👁💧👄💧👁 earlier in the kitchen bc she rlly cant deal even with the tiniest bit of blood?¿??¿?¿?¿ obvs, izz ✋️😵💫.
i was opening an easy-open can (((that tbh should be called struggle-to-open can bc idk abt u guys but i always struggle opening it))) when the side of its lid scraped my finger and i just lost it because i saw 🩸 and the scrape was on my ☝️ and then my knees started to wobble, my eyes started to blur, and i overall just felt lightheaded, like i would pass out any second. good thing moosey was there to help me bc i was rlly just 🫥🫨🫠🥴😷😵.
#di ko talaga keri mga ganorn my goodness#yep i am vvv squeamish 🫠#donut#skl ; 🦇 ba#good morning naman mga bhiE
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Me: Give me any prompt and I can turn it into an essay about Gorillaz, I swear
My best friend: Who of the Gorillaz would be reincarnated after their death and how would they react if they were being chased for being reincarnations?
Me: 👁👄👁💧💧
I GOTCHU canonically, Murdoc is has been confirmed to reincarnate quite often actually. He claims to have been Mozart in a past life. His soul is really special like that, very valuable to the Devil, so I dont know if he will reincarnate in the future, since he sold his soul. But yeah, he would have been the most likely
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You have any opininions about AI generated art ?
It can’t generate this specific image of an ethereal, angelic, and serene looking veiled ichi wearing draperies, holding a bouquet, in a white rose garden that i have in my mind 👁💧👄💧👁
It’s fcking useless aeughhh
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I'm so so so so sorry to be annoying, but do you have any thoughts on Hearth Of The Home? 😅
If you were too busy or not in the mood or something else then that's all right of course, no pressure, I'm sorry to pester you 👁👄👁💧 /🐈⬛
Oh my dear friend, you're not being annoying at all! Actually, I finished reading it and wrote down the points I wanted to talk about, but I still have to elaborate it into a comment, I hope to finish my comment until the end of this week, now with that ear infection, I'm having to use strong medications for pain and fever, so yeah, I have no courage to get out of the bed at the moment 😞
But one thing I can tell you rn, you did it again as always! It was a treat!
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My favorite drinks are:
Almond milk
Hibiscus tea
And Vanilla chai
(´｡• ω •｡`)(*≧ω≦*)
Almond milk: Would you ever want to plan a road trip with friends? or would you rather visit one area and enjoy what’s there?
Honestly both. If it’s friends I really trust and wanna hang out a lot then sure! But I also like being alone with myself chilling too, just relaxing y’know? HDJDJ
Hibiscus tea: How often do you stay up all night instead of sleeping? what was the reason you stayed up all night?
UMM UHH UHHH OH GODJSHFJKSBF
Anyways uhh, I stay up… uhh… a lot… yeah 👁💧👄💧👁
Okay jokes aside yes I stay up at night a lot, usually from 2 am to early 5 am 😭 I need to change this but idk how. My reason? Can’t sleep, stay reading WoF books or watching stuff HDJDJ
Vanilla chai: Do you have any hobbies that your followers don’t know about? or any hobbies that you once had, but stopped doing?
Hmm… not sure I guess collecting stuff. Like for example recently the WoF books. It’s not common but when I can do it I do it HDJFJ
Any that I stopped doing? Honestly I don’t know, maybe sports? I don’t like doing sports 💀, but yeah :0
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