#its likely their relationship will take a while to heal and not instantly

[aurorangen]

On the weekend, Renee took Robbie out to take his mind off things. He felt more comfortable if Jayleen was there, so Renee came along with Vincent! Visiting the Bloom Garden & Cafe was a nice escape from the busy city and they enjoyed the splendid views! But Renee and Vincent started talking about their jobs; something Robbie didn't want to hear. He tried to block out their voices, but all he heard was their success, making him feel like even more of a failure...

Then he heard enough. He made some snide remarks about their careers targeting Vincent's success and left to get some space. Renee should have known better about Robbie's work situation and went to check on him, "I'm sorry Robbie, we should've stopped." She let him vent his frustrations, listening and offering some big sister advice.

"There's one more thing...I'm a bit embarrassed to say this," Robbie admitted and talked about how he was intimidated by Vincent. "Oh, Robbie," Renee finally understood his perspective.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said all that to you," Robbie apologised to Vincent. "Hey, it's ok. I get what you're going through, I've been there too," he managed a small smile, "You remind me of myself...when I was at the lowest point of my life." Robbie doesn't know much about Vincent or his past: all he thinks about is how he is now and how perfect his life seemed. His train of thought was interrupted by a gentle touch, "If you ever want to talk about it, I'll be here for you."

Lot used: Bloom Garden & Cafe by @rheya28 tysm for this magnificent build ❤️

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #postcard legacy #postcard gen 3 #vincent kingsley #renee reichmann #robbie reichmann #jayleen chavez #they have a difficult dynamic #its likely their relationship will take a while to heal and not instantly #she didnt really consider robbies emotions while she talk bout work #remember robbie is mean and has low confidence so he lashed out #vincent is a good person and he will have robbies back too he relates to robbies current situation with life not going right... #he doesnt know what vincents gone through and judged him by his life now / success. that changed when he offered a shoulder to lean on

[moonastro]

pac

how your future spouse will act around you

left to right(top)-> 1,2

left to right(bottom)-> 3,4

°DO NOT take this as literal, take everything with a grain of salt as this is purely and intendedly for entertainment purposes.

°Don't be afraid to give feedback and opinions about this post (as i would entirely appreciate it).

PILE 1-

i definitely see them being more them around you, like they are going to be so comfortable around you that how they act around you differs from when they are around other people. I see them literally having no restrictions around you, they will not be afraid to show their true personality and humour. i feel like this will be so important to them because they might have been judged with the way that they acted or were judged by just being themselves by previous relationships or friendships, for you, they are thankful and can actually live freely.

They will definitely also learn so many things from you, for example i see you telling them something and them not understanding so they will bring that up because they want to know what you know. or they cannot stand not knowing what you mean because they fully want to understand you. yeah, they will love to get to know you on a deeper soulmate kinda way. they will love experiencing new surprises from you by simply learning new things about you, that will excite them.

i see them being the type of person who ask 'have you eaten yet?' or 'have you taken your vitamins today?'. your health will matter so much to them, seeing you unwell will physically hurt them. if you answer no to any of the questions they will automatically act upon them. they do care about your well-being however they might not be so cutesy about it because for them it is a serious matter. so they might act very serious about situations like that. but that's only because they care so much about you.

i feel like their character will develop while being with you. i feel like they might pick up on some habits or characteristics that you have. for example, if your habit consists of biting your bottom lip when nervous, they will acknowledge that and start to do that too.

your fs will NOT be afraid to express their raw feelings towards you. they will constantly praise and compliment you so much that you might get tired from hearing it loll😭.

that is it for you PILE 1, hope you enjoyed that!!

PILE 2-

oh, they will be chaotic around you. they might tend to play fights, picking you up from the ground, teasing you etcc. however, i do think that playing around like that heals their inner child as such. they might also do questionable things that may shock you. like i see you two chilling and watching a movie and them randomly standing up and doing their skincare without mentioning anything.

they will constantly want to do everything with you, like their mindset is something like, if i have to see it you have to too, or if you go i want to go too. its mostly because they cant seem to imagine themselves being 5 minutes away from you 😂. no but for real, i honestly just feel like they find your time together precious and don't want to miss opportunities with you. they will be the type to take you on daily trips everywhere, like i mentioned before, they will love to spend time with you, especially while discovering new cute places.

i feel like same with pile 1, they will worry a lot about your health and constantly have to check up on you. like if sometimes you forget to eat breakfast or if they see a bruise that you didn't even know was there, they will freak out about it and will act like something major happened.

i see them being very honest around you, they will answer to your questions honestly and truthfully and i feel like if there are lies withing a relationship it is not sincere. i do see them being clingy though, like if they had a bad day and came back home they instantly hug and cuddle you to make them feel better. or if you are cleaning up they just come up to you and start hugging you.

that's everything for you PILE 2, hope you liked your reading!

PILE 3-

will have a stable view and way of doing things around you. will be humble and professional. i feel like they will be a very down to earth person who is quite traditional in terms of relationships. they are very loyal to your needs however, they may have a little routine that they do every morning or any other time of the day, for example may take out the trash in the early morning so you wont have to and let you sleep in or something like that. i feel like silent acts of service are their thing. they might not like to be in the spotlight and keep a rather low profile wherever they are.

might be quite nosey lol, may want to know what you are doing at what time. or may want to know what you are looking at on your phone and so on.

may express their love to you often, like you make them levitate when they look at you. but may be shy about it. like they'll only do it when they cant keep it in anymore then blush after they say it🥹. they are someone who would proudly admire you and talk sweetly about you to other people rather than directly to you.

may like to spoil you though, may take you out to dinner every week or book to go to a fancy restaurant once in a while. or whenever you show them something that you like, they remember and buy you the exact same thing without asking you about it. i feel like they would definitely tend to show their love for you by doing things for you rather than talking about it and so forth.

they might be afraid to disappoint you and are afraid to fail. but they are very good at easing tension, so whenever you feel stressed they know how to make you feel better.

yeah, i don't think they are good at communicating or may limit themselves due to the fear of letting you down. however, they might not take it lightly when you expose them on what they did wrong, they might not be into being tutored.

that is all for you PILE 3!!

PILE 4-

they tend to avoid direct confrontation. they definitely do not like conflict and will leave the situation if it gets heated. also, are very open to fix mistakes, they may ask about your opinion quite a lot and act upon your choices.

are very open to sharing their emotions and thoughts, they are not patient and may just say things that are on their mind. they may be an anxious human being and may seek help. they may like to talk about their mental health and ask your opinion of what to do about it to help. overall i think your opinion matters a lot to your fs!

they love sharing their ethic and moral beliefs to you. or they may be interested in getting to know about your beliefs. they also may be interested of your cultural background and may be eager to learn new languages and try different cultural foods. they may even like to listen to songs from other countries. they may also love to practise their traditions around you.

they may have difficulty concentrating and focusing so when they are told something they may be spaced out thinking about something else, you know?

they may also be the type of person who rejects offers easily, they may have social anxiety or anxiety in general so it may be difficult for them to leave the house. so that may start arguments between you two because you see the potential in them but they are just too afraid to persuade it and don't do anything about it.

that's it for you PILE 4!

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[ankiebitez]

Beelzebub Dating Headcanons

gender neutral reader

warning: mention of sex with other people, aphrodisiacs being used without one person knowing at first, some nsft so 18+

just some random hcs i have about being in a relationship with bell. might add more as i feel like it honestly. more under the cut

beelzebub:

he would probably just decide you're dating without ever saying anything to you about it. he would kidnap take you on a date wandering around to another one of his favorite places, and if someone asked if you're together he say yes instantly. full confidence, no hesitation or doubt, just say you're dating like its the most natural thing to him. whether you just accept it or ask about it is up to you, but he already made up his mind up it seems.

would probably be down for an open relationship. we already know he fucked that one dealer lady from the "where's beelzebub?" event and multiple people from the selfie card. unfortunately with his constant wondering, you're not always gonna be around the other when one of you is horny, so he doesn't mind a couple of one night stands here and there. he gets bored of them rather quickly though, especially since they're not you. if you ever decide you'd rather have him than some random demon of your choosing though, all you have to do is send him a message and there's a 100% chance he'll be at your door within a minute at most.

he's definitely the type of guy that will take you on the most random ass dates, they're always interesting and memorable too.

he still wanders around, but you'll notice that you see him more often at least. you're in gehenna? what a coincidence that he happened to be at one of the local pubs. you're in avisos? he was actually just on his way to one of his favorite restaurants. paradise lost? actually he happened to be there getting healed up after a surprise fight with an angel. etc.

if he finds anything he thinks you'll enjoy while wandering around, he'll buy it and give it to you next time he sees you. or even when he doesn't see you, he might just leave the gift somewhere he knows you'll find it. theyre almost always strange and random things..... but just think of it like a cat leaving a dead mouse at your door to show affection. weird, but strangely sweet.

would be open to the idea of having a threesome, but he's definitely going to tease the hell out of you and whoever the other person is. just hope that the other person is either into that kind of thing or has the same energy. imagine him bullying his cock inside you or using his mouth on you, asking who's doing a better job of pleasing you and smirking at the other when all you can do is moan in response.

would also be more open to the idea of having a threesome with bael, he trusts bael and they've definitely done some things together in the past so, it'll definitely be an interesting experience.

he would definitely cook for you, and it always tastes amazing too. you should know already to be aware of the side effects, though he would never include an ingredient that could harm you seriously. if you start feeling a little bit (really fucking horny) hot and bothered after eating his food....you already know who to blame. dont worry though, he plans to take care of it.

speaking of food, he would definitely be into food play. we already know he has no shame, so dont be surprised if he tells you he has a "special dessert" for you to enjoy, only to find his dick dipped in chocolate and sprinkles for you to lick off.

#what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad? #whb #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad? #whb beelzebub #whb bael #ankiebitez works

[borathae]

"All it takes is one evening of getting Yoongi drunk to find out just how needy this man can actually get. Alternatively: Yoongi is drunk and that means his restraints are gone. So he decides to ride you, because that's all he really wants to do."

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut

Warnings: sub!Yoongi, Dom!Reader, he is cute & a lil bratty & also a total painslut, then his instincts kick in and he becomes so fucking needy, like SO NEEDY, she is so gentle but also slaps his face like twice, she calls him a good boy & a slut, consensual drunk sex, needy pegging in cowboy & lotus position, lotsa making out, butt spanking, cock slapping, anal fingering, handjob, blowjob, edging (m.receiving), multiple orgasms (m.& f.receiving), prostate milking, so much cum, so much drool, he squirts, belly bulging :’), vaginal fingering, he has his fangs out, biting, a very vocal Yoongi, i just need him to know that he is cute, loving aftercare

Wordcount: 10.8k

a/n: this is Sanguis!Yoongi when he is drunk and trusts her completely. It's so cute and hot and I just want him to be happy. hahah help me. I love them so much, I'm gonna rip off my own face skin and cry about them

“I wanna be fucked”, Yoongi whines against your neck, pressing your hand to his clothed crotch. He begins rubbing himself against it, lips parting in a needy moan.

“What are you doing?”

“Wanna be fucked, please”, he is lulling his words, tugging you closer as he tries to get your hand inside his pants. 

“And you decided that in the middle of the hallway?” you laugh, feeling your stomach tingle in excitement. He is so needy. It’s so hot when he is.

“Yeah”, he whines, “come please. Come”, he orders in a huff of air and tugs you with him as he stumbles to your wing. 

“Okay, okay I'm already coming. Holy moly, you really didn’t do well with that wine, did you?”

“No”, Yoongi giggles the word. Yeah. He giggles. He giggles as he shakes his head and lifts his shoulders to his ears, adding two little skips into his steps on top of that.

“Okay, wait. Love, slow-“

The door falls closed.

Your back hits it. 

Yoongi cages you in and grabs your face to kiss you. 

Deep.

Passionate.

Needy.

And sloppy. 

He tastes like desire and wine. He sounds desperate. Feels like fucking heaven. His knee is between your legs, punching up the fabric of your floor length dress and grinding right against your pussy. The thin fabric of your panties does little to mask how amazing his thigh feels. 

“Fuck Yoongi”, you rasp, tilting your head back. The kiss breaks but he litters your neck with wet kisses instantly. 

“Fuck me”, Yoongi answers you in a keen, dragging his tongue up your pulse point until he ends it with a flick right under your ear, “wanna be fucked, please”, he begs in a whisper, letting his voice tickle your ear.

You went out tonight. Like every year, the university hosted its late autumn masquerade ball and like always, you wanted to go. As did Taehyung and the boys of former Sanguis and, well, Yoongi wanted to go too once he saw how excited you were. He went with a suit and black mask like every year, while you went with the prettiest dress inspired by the Regency period and an intricately done venetian mask. Taehyung made it for you. Your masks have long been discarded by the front door. As has Yoongi’s long coat somewhere on the endless hallways of the estate. 

You had so much fun at the ball. There was zero drama and even less danger. Just dancing, laughter and way too much booze. One should also mention that you did a lot of making out and that Hoseok ended up winning the costume contest with his realistic Mothman costume (it looked hotter than it sounds, promise). Back to the booze however. You drank a lot, all of you, to the point where you had to call a cab back to the estate because none of you were able to drive. Yes, even Yoongi. The Creator who normally never gets drunk because he'll heal before that could happen. Not tonight however, no amount of healing will get this man sober again. And you love it because drunk Yoongi means clingy Yoongi and that’s one of your favourites. 

Most of you arrived home safely except for Hoseok who refused to come as he met a woman at the ball and he wanted to spend the night with her. The others were all busy too. At Seokjin's place. No further details needed. 

Which left you and Yoongi stumbling to your wing and Yoongi acting the horniest you have ever witnessed him act. 

You witnessed Yoongi drunk one time before tonight. It was back when you were still on the road and you came back from a dance. That night will always stay in your memories. It truly will.  

Yoongi swoops you off your feet, making you squeak because you didn’t expect it.

He grunts, swaying from side to side dangerously. 

“Don’t drop me, I’m serious”, you warn in a laugh. 

“I’ve got you”, he lulls, stumbling down the hallways, “kiss me, wanna be kissed please.”

“Mhm my prince”, you sigh, kissing him gladly. 

It was strange at first to return to university after everything you went through. People looked at you weird, but you tried to ignore them. The masquerade ball is too much fun to miss out on. Especially this year when the world was finally safe. Even Yoongi let loose, asking you for one dance in the ballroom while the others got drunk in the disco. It was very nice, but also the moment you realised just how wasted Yoongi was as he whined about how pretty you were in front of other people and he never does that. 

Thump. 

“Ah Yoongs”, you gasp. 

“Sorry.”

Yoongi just hit the door with your back, now fumbling with the doorknob to open it. 

“You said you’ll be careful”, you whine. 

“Sorry”, he tries to kiss you, “don’t be mad. Are you okay?”

“Yeah I guess”, you giggle, “what are you doing?” 

“Tryna open the door. Is it stuck or something, the fuck?” he tries to wiggle the doorknob. 

“You gotta push.”

Yoongi does it with little pressure. The door opens instantly. 

“Oh”, he lets out, sneaky a shy glance at you, “I knew that.”

“Mhm sure”, you say and chuckle, “kiss me, you idiot.”

“You's mean”, he mumbles and leans in to kiss you. He stumbles to your bed, dropping you on top of it and without ever breaking the kiss, he climbs atop your lap. He plops down, moving his hips back and forth in a needy grind while his hands are cradling your face. Your legs are tangling over the edge, as are his feet. 

“I'm mean?” you ask him in a chuckle.

“Yeah. You messing with my heart. It keeps racing”, he says, guiding your hand to his chest, “feel it.”

“Yoongs, your heart stopped beating three thousand years ago.”

“Oh yeah”, he flutters his lashes, “doesn’t matter. Being with you's making me feel flutters in it”, he says, tapping his chest with your hand, “right there. Tingles so much.”

You twist his shirt and pull him close. Yoongi falls with a surprised gasp, gasping again when you kiss him deeply. He grows limp atop of you, except for his hips. They begin wiggling like crazy. And his feet. He begins kicking them happily. 

He cups your face, breaking the kiss solely for the purpose of littering your face in big smooches. 

“Loveyou, you's the best, loveyousomuch”, he slurs his words but they are clear to you. 

“You are so drunk”, you giggle in a squeak.

“Ye, drunk on you”, he retorts, wiggling cutely, “is what you said to me. Remember?”

“Ye. I do.”

Yoongi kisses up and down your nose, moving on to your left cheek. He makes loud kissing noises, mixing in the occasional "mwuah" or a lulled confession of his eternal love. 

Truly, drunk Yoongi is the most precious treasure on earth. Freed of his restraints and anxiety, he finally becomes who he wants to be deep down. This is him. This is the real Yoongi. And you can’t get enough of him.

Yoongi ends his love attack by sucking in your cheek and biting it gently. 

“Ah Yoongi”, you gasp, moving away. 

He releases you with a bop, gawking at you with puckered lips. 

“What?”

“You bit me.”

“I did not.”

You snicker, reaching up it squish his cheeks.

“You're so cute.”

He huffs out air, cupping your cheeks and kissing your lips, using his tongue for it until you moan and kiss him back with just as much passion. 

Yoongi is the best kisser on earth. No. In the universe. Gentle but so passionate. Sweet but so rough. Loving and oh so skilled. Kissing him is paradise. Kissing him while you are both stupidly drunk? The best experience ever. You don’t ever want to stop. He makes you so happy. He feels so right. He is so perfect. 

Overwhelmed by your feelings you break the kiss to litter his face with kisses.

“My cutie. My Yoongi Boongie. My handsome prince”, you mumble, kissing every inch of his perfect face.

Yoongi lets it happen with squeezed shut eyes and his prettiest gummy smile. He kicks his feet the whole time, wiggling his hips because nothing in the world could contain the happiness he currently feels.

You end your love attack by kissing his lips, falling back into the most passionate kiss ever. You are smiling so much, holding each other, feeling so high on one another. 

His fingers begin fumbling with your dress. Clumsily and without any sort of plan in mind. Their only goal is to get you out of that dress. 

“Shit. Goddamn it”, Yoongi breaks the kiss to curse under his breath.

“What's wrong?”

“Your dress's not opening. Why's it not opening?”

“Maybe ‘cause you're tugging on the collar instead of the lacing?” 

“Oh”, his fingers slip, “I knew that. Just wanted to test you”, he mumbles, changing his grip to finally open your dress. 

“Yeah, sure you did”, you say in a chuckle.

You sit up to help him, giggling when Yoongi gets off your lap to fall to his knees before you. He tugs the dress down your legs, caressing your ankles as he helps you step out of the big heap of fabric. He discards it on the floor and moves on to taking off your shoes. 

Once they are discarded as well, he lowers himself to place a worshipping kiss upon your left instep. 

Your breath hitches in your throat, eyes mesmerised by him. You are towering over him atop your big bed while he lays worshiping by your feet. You feel hot all over because of it. 

Yoongi kisses your right instep as well, ending it with a little hiccup.

“Scuse me”, he lifts his head, “I'm so drunk. You have really pretty feet.”

“Well thank you, my prince”, you say and giggle, lifting your foot to dance it up and down the buttons of his dress shirt. Yoongi arches into the touch, presenting his palms on his lap as if he was made to do so. 

He is fully dressed while you are barely clothed. Only a matching set of satin lingerie is keeping you modest. Yoongi can’t seem to take his eyes off of it, breathing heavily while his thighs squeeze together desperately. 

“Can I see you tonight?” you ask him, trying to open his bow tie with your toes. You are failing miserably.

Yoongi replaces your toes with his fingers, opening the tie and letting it drop on the ground. He begins opening his dress shirt afterwards, submissive eyes glued to your face. This is his answer. He feels really sexy tonight. He knows that it is because of the booze. The knowledge doesn’t stop him, on the contrary, it encourages him. If he ends up doing something embarrassing, he can just blame it on being too drunk and then you won’t be able to judge him. He feels so confident tonight. Confident and like the hottest person ever born. 

He drops his shirt on the floor, gasping softly when you stop his fingers from opening his belt by stepping on his hand. 

“Stand up”, you order.

Yoongi obeys, getting to his feet before you. You tug him closer by his belt. Yoongi stumbles with wobbly knees, feeling his stomach tingle. He loves it so much when you are rough with him. He stumbles, catching himself on your shoulder. 

“Careful”, you giggle, hugging his middle with your cheeks squished against his soft tummy. 

“Sorry, is really hard to stand”, he lulls, hugging you back.

“I know, I’ll be fast”, you say, placing a loving kiss on his tummy before lifting your head. You smile at him, eyes spilling over with love. You are still hugging his waist, “you're so handsome, my love.”

“Thanks”, Yoongi mumbles, swaying his shoulders from side to side. Your sweet words only strengthen tonight's feelings. He is so, so sexy and handsome. Yoongi loves feeling that way. It makes his tummy all tingly and his brain all fuzzy. 

You turn your head and bite him. 

“Ah”, he gasps, cupping your head. 

It was a gentle bite. Nothing more than a nibble of love. But it was on his tummy. And his tummy is terribly sensitive. Yoongi rubs his thighs together, swaying like crazy.

“Don't do that”, he whines. 

You release his skin, “why?” you ask, gazing up at him with sparkly eyes.

“Feels so much”, he whispers, scratching the spot you bit. 

“Yeah? You like it?”

“Ye.”

You scrunch your nose up, giving him a blinding smile. One last kiss to his tummy and you sadly release him, moving on to getting his pants down. He slips out of his shoes as you work, wanting to waste as little time as possible.

The belt buckle hits his thigh as you let it fall open. It doesn't hurt, merely making a metallic clinking sound. 

Yoongi is holding his breath, looking down at you with his lower lip between his teeth. You are opening his pants. One button at a time until it is finally done. You run your hands to his butt, slipping them inside the pants and tugging them down but not before squeezing his round buttocks. 

He gasps because of it, feeling dizzy. The pants fall down, pooling by his feet. You touch his hips, tugging him closer. Yoongi steps out of his clothes, finally he is freed of them. He would feel really self conscious on other days, but tonight he feels good. He is so handsome when he is naked. That’s how he feels. 

Your eyes are glued to his clothed cock. It is already straining the fabric of his black briefs. 

“All mine”, you whisper, making his knees buckle. 

“___”, he moans your name, climbing onto your lap messily. He grinds against your thighs instantly, kissing you with a needy mewl.

You chuckle because the kiss surprised you, breaking it just so you can grin at him. 

“I'm yours”, he lulls, “is true. All yours”, he says, fighting you gently just so he can kiss you again.

“You're so freaking cute”, you say, “goddamn it Yoongi, I love you like crazy.”

“Love you too”, he mumbles, hiding his giddiness by pushing you into the sheets and burying his face in your neck. He begins kissing your skin instantly, nibbling and sucking on it until you feel lightheaded. The thing with Yoongi is that he loves biting. Obviously because he is a vampire. He loves biting, but he doesn’t want to go too far, which results in those really tingly and gentle bites all over your body. And they drive you insane. Truly insane.

Yoongi whines, lifting his head. He is pouting at you.

“Why? What’s wrong now?” you whine and chuckle.

“I wanna suck your tits. Why do you have a bra on?”

“Tzt, crybaby”, you arch your back off the mattress, “open it.”

Yoongi follows gladly, opening the clasp in the back and pulling the straps off your arms. He throws the piece of clothing over his back.

“That's really expensive, just saying”, you snicker.

“Is fine”, he dismisses you and gathers your breasts just to bury his face in them. 

“Mhhm Yoongi”, you sigh, closing your eyes in delight. His lips are so soft, his tongue so eager. He is nibbling again, biting and sucking every inch of your chest without ever going too far. It feels so good. His fingers caress your skin as he kisses you. He adds just a little bit of strength every now and then, sending electric sparks through your veins each time he does. 

Yoongi giggles, kicking his feet happily. He is so, so happy. You are so perfect and the fact that he can kiss you feels so, so good. 

He lifts his head only to rest his cheek on your breasts, sparkly eyes gazing up at you. 

“You're so pretty”, he whispers, sparkles in his eyes growing, “and soft and warm and perfect. You's so perfect.”

You smile, running the back of your hand over his cheek, “you're so cute.”

Yoongi looks away, wiggles and then attacks you with the tightest hug in human history. You squeak, allowing him to shake you around as he does everything in his power to squeeze you against him. 

Somehow in the sweet mess of it all, he managed to change positions so you were fully resting on the bed now, heads supported by pillows and toes facing the foot end. 

Yoongi breaks the hug, but stays close enough that he can kiss your neck. He is humping the side of your leg, panting against your skin. 

One arm is still under your head while the other is draped over your tummy. Not for long however, just as Yoongi begins mewling softly and his cock is oh so hard against your leg, his hand begins traveling down your body, soon disappearing inside your panties. 

You open your legs happily, sighing his name when his fingers begin feeling up your pussy. 

“So wet”, he whispers, drawing circles on your soaked entrance.

“It's your fault”, you answer him in a sigh. 

Yoongi snorts and giggles, rubbing against you in a giddy squirm.

“You always say so much”, he whines, “so mean.”

“I'm not mean I'm-oh”, you struggle with your words because Yoongi just buried two of his fingers inside of you and is now moving them in and out carefully, “I-I'm telling the…truth.”

Oh, he's got you so sensitive already. Being with Yoongi does that to you. You like him so, so much and being with him makes you so eager for his touches that whenever he finally gives them to you, you can barely even handle them. It feels so nice to be touched by Yoongi. Especially when he is as perfect and cute and amazing as he is tonight. 

You slip your hand into his briefs, palming his cock.

“Wait”, he gasps, tensing up.

“What's wrong? Don’t want it?”

“No, is just that. Wanna be naked.” 

He abandons you for just a second as he wiggles out of his briefs. You do the same, watching him with the biggest heart eyes ever. Whatever was in the wine tonight made him brave. You are so giddy. Normally it takes Yoongi at least an hour of sex to feel safe enough to undress and now he is doing it willingly during foreplay. He is so perfect when he is like that. 

Yoongi drops into the sheets and shimmies back to you. You roll to your side, kissing his lips with sighs of his name. Yoongi purrs, kissing you back with a dizzy head. It happens naturally that his hand slips back between your legs. You lift your leg, draping it over his hips to give him better access. Yoongi buries his fingers back in your pussy, forcing a shudder to run through you. 

“Feels so good”, you whisper.

“Good, you’re so pretty”, he whispers.

“Yoongi.”

“What's it?”

“Yoongi, you feel so good”, you sigh, gazing into his eyes. 

He seems mesmerised by you, eyes racing between yours. 

“I'm so drunk”, he whispers. 

“Me too”, you snicker.

“You're not real. I'm so drunk, you can’t be real”, he lulls.

“Does that feel real?” you ask him, wrapping your fingers around his cock. You give him slow strokes up and down as best as possible in the position, putting more pressure each time you reach his tip. 

“Y-yeah”, Yoongi croaks, squeezing his eyes shut, "oh god", he huffs out and whimpers softly.

“It's real, Yoongs”, you promise him.

“You's real”, he sighs, throbbing in your hand, “I'm so lucky”, he adds in a barely there whisper. 

“I'm lucky too”, you breathe, closing your eyes as you fall into the sensation. 

Soft moans, gasps for air, sounds of eager touches. The room fills with the melodies of your pleasure, mixing with the ruffling of sheets and the sounds of kissing each time one of you steals a kiss or two. You both know you won’t be able to orgasm soon. You are too drunk for that. But you don’t mind because it’s so goddamn amazing to be close and to touch each other and to feel those nice tingles of a loving hand for as long as you want to. You don’t want to climax because being with each other like that, all dizzy and droopy and bursting with happiness, is the best reward ever. 

Yoongi stubs you with his nose, calling your attention. Your eyes meet. He looks so droopy. His face is glowing now that you are sharing so much heat with each other. 

“Finger me”, he lulls. 

Your hand around his cock falters.

“I'm sorry?” you gasp. 

“Want your fingers up my butt. Please”, he begs, wiggling his hips. 

“Hot. What the hell? Hot?”

“Please?”

“Uh heck yeah? This is the hottest thing you ever said. Let me just get the lube.”

You hate that you have to end the amazing thing you currently had going on, but this is more important. Yoongi never asks for things. At least not for himself. He'll take what you give him, but he will never ask for more. Even while you are doing something he won’t ask for another spot to be touched and you are left figuring it out yourself by accidentally touching his favourite spots and making his body shake involuntarily. So to have him ask you to do something to him, especially butt stuff, makes you want to squeal. This is the best night ever. 

Yoongi is on his back once you return, welcoming you back by grabbing your waist and scrunching his nose up.

“I can't believe you're letting me do that to you.”

“Want it so bad”, Yoongi says and opens his legs, “is that good? Want another position?”

“No. No, it’s perfect. You’re perfect”, you say, having to kiss him because otherwise you would have exploded in emotion. He is the best person ever. 

Yoongi kisses you back, mewling quietly. 

“You're so perfect. My perfect man”, you mumble, feeling him up desperately. 

Yoongi barely handles the touches, writhing under you with flutters in his tummy. His skin is so sensitive. Your palm is so soft and warm. He can’t handle how good you make him feel. 

The kiss breaks once you reach his inner thighs, Yoongi has more important things to do. Like gasp your name and part his pouty lips. His skin feels electric wherever you touch it.

“The prettiest. You’re so pretty”, you praise, “and soft. Why are you so soft?” 

“I'm soft”, he repeats, wiggling his toes. 

“Yeah you are. Wanna keep squeezing you”, you say, squishing his inner thigh right next to his cock. 

Yoongi keens, parting his legs more. It tickles, but also feels intense. His cock begins aching because of it, yearning for a touch. 

You don’t give it to him, which he dislikes at first until he can feel your touch on his balls. You massage them gently, forcing the warmest sparks to course through his tummy. 

“Except for there. You’re so hard”, you say, squeezing them until it hurts. 

Yoongi gasps, opening his legs further. His balls feel like bursting. 

Slap. 

“Mo-oh my god”, he chokes out and arches his back.

“That was a reward for being so cute”, you tell him.

“Want it again”, he begs, touching your tummy with shaky fingers. He scratches your skin softly, “please.”

And because he is so adorable right now, you can’t deny him. You slap his balls a second time, ending it with a harsh squeeze. 

Yoongi moans in gratefulness, letting his eyes fall closed by rolling them back first. 

“You're so sexy like this. Fuck, Yoongi”, you rasp, spanking him one last time before moving on to a new spot. You know better than to keep going. Yoongi can - and did - cum from cock torture and you don’t want this to happen. Yet. 

Yoongi wants to complain at first, but doesn’t when he feels your fingers brush against his hole. Just once and nothing more than a feather light touch. He is so sensitive that it felt a million times more intense however. He chases you, tilting his hips to make it easier for you. He drops them again the second you touch him, veins filling with tingles.

You put more pressure than last time, drawing circles. 

“Feels so good”, he sighs, seeking you by rolling his head to the side. Like this he can almost bury his face in your tits. 

“And I haven’t even started yet”, you whisper, sending shivers down his spine. You sound so confident. Yoongi feels dizzy. You are so hot like this. 

Your touch retreats for a moment. A click lets Yoongi know that you are covering your fingers in lube. Another click as you close the bottle then you touch his rim. 

“Ah”, he gasps, twitching in surprise. 

“Sorry, was that too cold?”

“No, is good”, he says, shivering when you begin moving, “is so good. You so good.”

“You're so sensitive”, you put the slightest sound of teasing into your voice, making Yoongi huff out air. 

He flusters way too easily. He can’t bear to be teased. Especially not tonight when his senses are so heightened because of the booze. Of course he is sensitive. He danced with you and kissed you and you called him handsome so many times. He had to get sensitive. It was unavoidable. 

“Now take a deep breath for me”, you whisper.

Yoongi obeys, releasing it a second later despite his efforts. He can’t help it, your finger is in his ass and that feels so good.

“Slipped right in. Wow my Boongie, you’re so greedy, aren’t you?”

He nods his head vigorously.

“Love your finger. Is so good.”

“Of course you do”, you whisper, moving it in and out of him slowly. To get him used to it. To feel him up. To enjoy his tight warmth for as long as possible. 

“Don't stop”, he whispers, adding a breathy “please” as he widens his eyes at you. His pouty lips are parted and his sparkly eyes widened. He looks so cute right now. 

“Oh my Boongie, you’re so cute”, you giggle, scrunching your nose up before leaning down and rubbing the tip of your nose against his’. His eyes flutter closed, a sigh slips past his lips, “my dearest love”, you whisper, curling your finger in search for his favourite spot. 

“Good, is good it’s- ah, a-ah”, Yoongi gets out, voice pitched in surprised pleasure.

“There? Right there?” you ask, massaging the spot inside of him.

Yoongi opens his legs, thighs twitching involuntarily. He purrs deeply, scrunching his nose up as he nods his head. 

“Yeah, right there”, you rasp, drinking in his expression, “you're taking me so well, my prince.”

It is fascinating just how tight and warm he feels around you. Truly, Yoongi’s warmth is so addicting and quite frankly, adorable as well. You realised that whenever he is close to you and he feels especially happy, he becomes warmer than on normal days. As if your presence in itself gives him enough nutrition for his body to heat up. You love to cuddle him whenever that happens, which results in Yoongi purring happily and becoming even warmer. 

“You're burning up, love”, you whisper, kissing his temple. 

“Feels so good”, Yoongi sighs, “one more, please.”

You slip your ring finger inside, eliciting a raspy purr from him. It vibrates deep in his chest and is filled with his honest bliss.

“Like this?”

He nods his head, cock twitching angrily as you scissor your fingers.

“You're so tight, I’m surprised that you can take me.”

Yoongi peels his eyes open, frowning at you.

“What?” you ask in a chuckle.

“Don't slutshame me.”

“Slutshame you?” You snort, “what are you talking about?”

Yoongi closes his eyes, “shut up.”

“No, no I'm not. Are you telling me that you’re my slut? Mhm Yoongi? Is that it?”

“No it’s not. Stop. Take your fingers out. I don’t want it.”

“No? You don’t? So if I do this, you don’t want it?” you challenge, curling your fingers against his prostate. You begin massaging it, forcing him to gasp and shudder. 

You get to your knees between his legs and wrap your hand around his cock. 

“And if I do this, you don’t want it?” you taunt, jerking him off quickly as you continue fingering his greedy bum. Quick and hard, just like you jerk off his leaking cock. It’s what deserves for pretending that he isn’t into it.

Yoongi squeaks and grips your hand with trembling fingers. He writhes, thighs trying to close in a desperate attempt to flee from the harsh fingering. It’s too much, Yoongi doesn’t know how to handle it. It feels too good.

“Mhm? If I do this, you don’t want it? Mhm?” you challenge with hunger in your eyes. He is shaking so much, it’s so cute. His bum looks so good taking the harsh finger fuck, his cock is all twitchy and leaky. 

“___”, Yoongi gasps and lets out a loud “ah” followed by a whiney moan. He is trying so hard to get your hand to stop, weak fingers barely closing around your wrist.

“So cute. You’re so cute when you're shaking. You’re such a cute, little slut, Yoongi love. Such a cutie”, you coo, forcing his cock to leak all over your fingers.

“Please not so, so fast”, he begs, squeezing your wrist weakly.

“Why?”

“Cum”, he gets out and arches his back with a whiney little sound escaping him. 

He feels fucked. Your fingers are so fast and know exactly where to touch. It’s like you're already fucking him. That, mixed with the dizziness of the booze and Yoongi swears he is going to crumble any second now.

“Please slow”, he begs, gasping for air. 

“Cute”, you rasp and slow down, but only so you could take him into your mouth. Yoongi arches off the mattress, fingers twisting the sheets and cute hole squeezing around your digits. You are fucking them in and out of him slowly and to their fullest, giving Yoongi a taste of how it feels to be stretched out over and over again. He takes you so well, sounding oh so perfect doing it. 

“No please”, he gasps, “___, please”, he whimpers, throbbing in your mouth. 

He tastes so good. Like desperation and pleasure. You love it so much, slurping it up hungrily. His cock fits down your throat so nicely. Yoongi normally hates it when you deep throat him. Not because he dislikes the feeling, on the contrary he loves it, but because he is always scared that he will make you gag and therefore uncomfortable. He doesn’t have to worry about that tonight, because you are drunk. And when you are drunk, your gag reflex ceases to exist. It’s probably the added boost of confidence. You won’t ever complain, it feels so fucking empowering to be able to take his entire cock down your throat without needing to gag. 

Yoongi is appreciating it as well, thighs trembling like crazy and hole pulsating around your fingers.

“You're really un-unfair”, he stutters, punching up the sheets with his toes as he curls them. Nothing else helps. He is getting his ass fingered and his cock throat fucked. He wasn’t ready for what he bargained for when he asked you to finger him. You are too good and way too eager to destroy him. 

You slip off of him, allowing your drool to drip down on him. It runs down his veiny shaft until it soils his dark pubes, marking him as your property. 

“So you don’t want this?” you rasp, playing with your spit, “mhm? You don’t want any of it?”

Yoongi swallows heavily, recovering for a short moment with quick pants for air. 

You pull your fingers out, anticipating his reaction.

“No”, he whines breathily, “no, back. Please back”, he whispers and you hear him.

You do. But you want to tease him. You press your wet fingers against his soft rim, drawing slow circles on it. It’s remarkable how relaxed and loosened up he already feels. 

“Back”, he breathes.

“Mhm? What was that? I couldn’t hear you”, you tease.

Yoongi places his hands on the back of your head, pushing you down shyly. He bucks his hips up, hitting your nose with his cock. It makes you giggle because it was funny to be nudged with his cock.

“Please”, he whispers. 

“You're so fucking cute”, you gush, taking him back into your mouth. He glides over your tongue until your throat hugs him tightly. Only then, do you stuff your fingers back into him, using your wrist to control the movements. Deep and quickened and just enough to force him to twitch inside your mouth over and over again. You moan deliciously and begin bopping your head up and down, going fast because it makes him whine so cutely. 

Yoongi grips the sheets again, hitting his head against the pillow twice before he decides to arch his back instead.

“More fingers please”, he begs, shaking when you purr around his cock. Deeply and deliciously. The stretch of his hole which follows makes him shake again. You listened, now burying your pointer finger in his butt as well. Deep and so thick. Your fingers in that position stretch him out so much.

“___”, Yoongi moans, “___ please. Please.”

Yoongi is awkward. About literally everything, but especially about his sexuality. Now. He never looked for labels or definitions. If a person attracts him sexually then so be it, he never cared about what was between their legs or what that would make him. He does care about how he fucks however, what he receives and how he receives it. Because receiving is hard for him, especially butt stuff. He doesn’t let anyone other than you close to this part of his body. It’s too intimate, makes him too vulnerable and requires a level of trust only you – and maybe Jungkook – achieved. So yes, Yoongi is awkward about butt stuff. Even if he loves it so much. So, so much. But this right here? This right here makes him want to keep begging you and act like a complete slut. This is the endgame. The real deal and he is burning up. 

“Thank you”, he croaks, thighs shaking each time you fuck your fingertips against his prostate. 

You moan around his cock, sending sparks through his veins. He is too sensitive.

“I'm gonna- ah”, he gasps, gripping your hair and twisting it desperately, “you're making me cum”, he croaks, relaxing his muscles in preparation for the warmest most amazing high ever. 

Stop. 

Pain and suffering. 

Agony. 

Yoongi has to sob and writhe.

You stopped. 

Slipped off his cock, removed your fingers. They are gripping his thighs now, forcing him to stay open even if all he wants to do is close his legs and rub them together. 

You laugh. Tauntingly and with enough craze in it to make Yoongi’s skin crawl in hot, dumb pleasure. 

“You didn’t actually think that I'd let you cum did you?” you ask and laugh, “oh Yoongi, you’re so gullible.”

Yoongi whines and wraps his fingers around his cock, trying to jerk it off. Anything please.

Slap! 

You slapped them away instantly.

“Ah”, he gasps, peeling his eyes open just in time to watch you place yourself atop of him. His legs, you force to stay open by keeping his thighs thrown over yours. Like this, your crotch is pressed right against his ass, taunting him because there is no cock inside him but all he wants is for you to stuff him with your strap. 

His grabby, misbehaving hands you pin right above his head, digging your fingers into him in a strong grip. 

“Keep those hands where they belong. Hear me?” you growl. 

Yoongi rarely falls into subspace. Entering that state means giving up control and letting another person see the part of him he is most ashamed of. He thinks there is nothing wrong with wanting to be like that when other people want it, but he thinks it’s embarrassing when he wants to be like that. You however make it easy to fall. And fun. And quite frankly you make him love every fucking second of it. He feels so tiny and weak and that’s all he wants right now. That and your strap.

“Yeah”, he gets out.

“You do? So why did you try to touch yourself, mhm?”

“I'm a slut”, he lulls, going dizzy under your piercing gaze.

“No, that’s not it is it? Tell me the truth.”

Yoongi shakes his head, earning himself an aggressive roll of your hips. He mewls, wishing for another one.

“Tell me Yoongi, tell me.”

“I'm a brat”, he keens, rubbing himself against you by wiggling his hips needily. He needs the friction, needs to feel as if you are already fucking him. Oh god, it doesn’t feel the same. Yoongi wants to cry, why doesn’t it feel the same? He needs to be fucked so bad. 

“Exactly. You’re a brat”, you rasp, abandoning his wrists to scratch down his arms. 

Yoongi keeps them above his head naturally, mewling your name with closed eyes. He opens them a second later when you slap his face and therefore surprise him. They are widened and glassy, looking at you with so much submission burning in them. You slap his other cheek, gripping his face right afterwards. Your fingers dig into his cheeks as you keep him hostage.

“Don't look at me like that. It makes me feel bad that I had to slap you”, you rasp, forcing even more submission into his droopy gaze. “What's wrong?” the question may be of nurturing nature, but Yoongi knows your true intentions behind it. This is to mock him, to force him to voice his wishes even if it embarrasses him so, so much. He wants to kiss the ground you walk on. You are so mean and perfect. 

“Fuck me”, he gets out, feeling his cheeks heat up instantly. 

“That's not very polite of you, is it?”

“Fuck me please. Please. Please fuck me”, he begs, trembling desperately. He wants to burst, he is so embarrassed and weak and fucking sensitive. He should stop humping you like a needy dog, because it makes him want to cum but he can’t stop. It feels so good to grind against you. 

“There we go. That’s better”, your features soften in fondness, “you’re so perfect when you’re being my good boy”, you praise, releasing his cheeks to instead caress them gently.

There you go again. Messing with him. To go from slapping his face and calling him a slutty brat to caressing his cheeks and calling him your good boy. Yoongi can’t handle it. He felt so perfectly degraded only to be lifted and be made feeling like the most treasured person on earth. He is too drunk and giddy for that.

Yoongi whines and throws his hands over his face, kicking the sheets.

“Please just do it, why are you so mean?” he mewls.

“Why?” you giggle, tugging his hands away to beam at him, “why are you so shy, huh? It’s just me.”

“Yeah, it’s you. Exactly”, he pouts.

Your eyes soften. You rest your chin on his hands as you hold them.

“You’re so cute”, you whisper, stubbing him with your nose. Yoongi closes his eyes, chasing you with a tilt of his head. You stay, whispering the words against his lips, “do you wanna be my good boy and get the strap for me, mhm?”

He nods his head in obedience.

“Good boy, such a good boy”, you praise, rolling off of him, “off you go, get my strap”, you order him and as Yoongi climbs out of bed, you can’t help yourself and slap his butt just once.

“Hey”, he complains, pouting at you with furrowed brows.

“You’re so cute”, you snicker, giving him the biggest heart eyes.

He huffs out air and turns his back to you to waddle to your sextoy dresser instead. He takes out his strap of choice and waddles back to bed. You watch him with a fond grin on your face, stifling a giggle because his walk is rather hilarious.

“Don’t look at me. I hate walking with a boner”, he whines, making you laugh.

“I think you look cute”, you say, “you’re swaying so much, my love. Are you really drunk?”

He falls atop your lap, rubbing himself against you. He nods his head, humming deeply.

“I’m drunk too”, you say.

“I wanna fuck”, he whines, “please put it on. Why are you taking so long?”

“Oh excuse me that I can’t really move when you’re plopping yourself down on me”, you laugh, pinching his sides.

Yoongi giggles, writhing away, “don’t tickle me”, he whines, rolling off of you. You chase him instantly, gripping his waist just to tickle him more. He laughs squeakily, pushing at your chest, “please stop. I hate it.”

“Sorry, sorry”, you snicker, caressing his waist instead, “I couldn’t resist. I love it so much when you laugh.”

“Put it on please”, he begs with burning cheeks. Truly, he is adorable. You realised by now that Yoongi gets those really pink cheeks when he's drunk. Paired with his naturally shy blush and he looks beyond adorable. 

“I am, I am”, you say, slipping on the harness. You make sure that everything sits in place, sighing happily because it grinds against your clit all nicely. You are going to love using it, that much is for sure. You climb back on bed, “done, you- eeek”, you squeak in surprise as Yoongi grips you by your shoulders and throws you into the sheets. 

He climbs on top of you, intertwining his fingers with you and pinning your hands above your head. Like this, his long hair is hanging into his face, framing his glowing features. 

“Wanna ride you”, he confesses, grinding against your tummy. 

“Hot”, you whisper, gawking at him with a dizzy head.

“So stay please”, he begs, widening his eyes.

“Okay. I’ll stay”, you whisper, having to smile, “you're so perfect, my prince.”

“You too”, he says, stealing one kiss from you and then he shimmies down your body, sitting down on your lap. He reaches for the lube bottle and opens it with one hand as the other is busy feeling up your strap.

He spills the lube all over it, lips curling into a dirty smirk as he begins jerking it off while his other hand grips your waist, thumb tracing your tummy.

“You're so fucking hard”, he rasps, leaning over you so his hair was hanging all into his face again. He places his hand right next to your head, lowering his eyes playfully, “you're so fucking into me, aren’t you?”

“Uuuh…yeah?” you let out a breathy laugh, “what the hell is happening? Where's my shy Yoongi Boongie gone?”

“He left”, Yoongi says and laughs, kissing you midsmile which results in him biting your lower lip and tugging on it until you moan, “wanna eat you up. Fuck, I can’t wait to get your strap.”

“You're so hot”, you squeak out, head feeling dizzy in disbelief.  

“I know”, Yoongi says nonchalantly and straightens up, placing his hand on your tummy for support. He lifts himself, shimmying up your body until your strap was aligned with his hole. He grinds on your tip back and forth, half-lidded eyes glued to your face. “Wanna take you so bad, princess.” 

“Then do it”, you rasp, gripping his hips and giving them a little push down.

Yoongi lets you, widening his stance so he could take you easier. The bulbous head breaches him after a second of struggle, forcing an audible gasp out of him.

“Now I’m in. There we go”, you say, caressing his tensing thighs, “how's that, love?” 

Yoongi sinks down further, placing both his hands on your tummy. Like this, his fingers are tickling your sides nicely. He huffs out air loudly, scrunching his nose up.

“How's that, mhm?” 

“Good”, he croaks and bottoms out, arching his back just so his ass sticks out. His lips curl into a dirty smirk, eyes falling closed, “fuck yeah”, he rasps, chasing your girth with smooth rolls back and forth, “ah fuck. Yes, princess. Fuck princess…”

“You're so hot, I can’t believe that you’re real”, you get out, feeling dizzy. He is rubbing the strap against your clit each time he moves his hips. You are not missing out on any of the sensations, that much is sure. 

“Fuck. That feels so good”, he moans, straightening up and tensing his tummy. He begins moving up and down on your cock, not wasting any second with going slow. He is drunk, dumb and horny. And free. He feels so fucking free right now. No self doubt, insecurities and mean voices in his head telling him that he is ugly. Just silence, pleasure and loud voices telling him how much of a sexy motherfucker he is riding your cock. And he wants it. Wants the rush of confidence it gives him, chasing you with fast movements.

“You're so hot, holy fuck, you’re so hot”, you pant, gawking at him with a racing heart. 

Your words only encourage him to keep bouncing on you. He doesn’t care about how loud he sounds doing it, he doesn’t care about what faces he is making or how his cock moves. He'd ruin the moment on other nights, questioning every single thing, but not tonight. Tonight he is free and desperate for more. More. More. More. Give him more. Make him fall freely. More.

“Keep going, holy fuck, you’re so hot”, you praise, slapping his bouncing cock. 

“A-ah”, Yoongi’s hips falter. He looks at you with ruby eyes. Your gazes meet, electric sparks course through your veins at the connection. “again”, he orders, fucking his hips into your palm.

“You drive me insane", you rasp, spanking his pretty cock. 

“Yes”, Yoongi throws his head back, bouncing on your strap within seconds. Hard and fast and with the intent to not stop any time soon. That’s what he needs. Pain and pleasure. It’s the same thing to him and drives him absolutely insane.

Moaning his name, you spank his cock a third time, watching in delight as this makes it leak. You wrap your fingers around him, spreading the hot slick all over his length. 

“Please continue, feels so fucking good”, Yoongi begs, dropping his head back in synch with his hands slamming down on your thighs. Like this, he is grinding on your strap more than he bounces, but the desperate freedom in his movements remains. He is making sure that his hole will remember tonight. That much is sure.

Wet squelching joins the slapping of skin and Yoongi’s unapologetic moaning, mixing with your mewls and the sound of you jerking him off. 

“Leaky boy, you’re so wet for me”, you taunt, holding his cock just so you can spank the tip with your other hand.

Yoongi trembles, squeezing your thighs. He whimpers, chasing the pain with desperate hips. 

“There we go, keep leaking for me. Love that so much”, you praise, rewarding him with a merciless slap to his cockhead followed by you jerking him off with two hands. 

“I’m cumming”, Yoongi gasps, “I'm cumming, I’m cu- ah!” he yelps, releasing all over your torso as he thrusts into your fists. It lands on parts of your face as well, feeling hot on your skin.

“Yes Yoongi, yes”, you growl, forcing him to shake uncontrollably by jerking him off quickly, “cum for me. You perfect slut, cum for me. That’s it, shake for me. Love it when you do.” 

Yoongi writhes, slamming his hands into the pillow on each side of your head.

“Fuck”, he hisses, following it up with a throaty mewl and his lips curling back to reveal his exposed fangs. He chases you. Harsh and fast. His hole is so tight, his cock so sensitive and yet he can’t stop. He can barely even think. All he runs on, is pleasure. It feels so good. He never felt like this before. Is this what he could have if only his own head wasn’t holding him back so much? Is this how sex could feel like? 

Yoongi slams his hips down on you over and over again, drooling from his parted lips because that’s what he does when he feels too good. It normally only happens when he eats your pussy, but tonight you’ve fucked him into complete dumb pleasure.

You don’t mind that he is dripping onto your face, gazing up at him with droopy, foggy eyes. You have never seen him like that. So utterly lost to the pleasure. He has no idea how much this fuels you, how you are shaking in bliss because it feels like a dream come true to have him act so freely. 

Your right hand moves around his cock, while your left runs up to his chest. You pinch his nipple, rolling it between your fingers afterwards. 

“___”, Yoongi moans, squeezing his eyes shut, “___, I’m yours”, he pants, throbbing in your hand.

“Yeah you are. Fuck, you’re mine. Fuck, Yoongi I can’t stop cumming you’re so hot”, you growl, shaking again because his words just felt too good to hear. 

“___, I’m cumming too”, he croaks, scrunching his nose up, “you're milking me”, he adds and groans, climaxing all over your tits and neck.

“I’m milking you?” you gasp, laughing breathily, “oh my fucking god, keep talking like that and I’ll break you.”

“___”, he moans, fucking his pulsating hole through the tightness. His prostate feels on fire and yet he can’t stop. This feels so good. You feel so good. 

Yoongi straightens up and grips your thighs again, showing you his fangs as he throws his head back with an agape mouth.

“___ I’m yours!” he moans loudly, arching his back. His cock is leaking like crazy. His white milky pleasure is running down your tummy by now, soaking the sheets. And yet he can’t stop, leaking continuously as he fucks himself stupid on your strap.

“Holy fuck”, you choke out, “holy fuck, you’re so hot”, you whimper, spilling tears, “Yoongi, my Yoongi, you’re my Yoongi”, you sob, gripping his cock. 

“I'm yours”, he moans deliciously, “spank me, please.”

You grant him his wish instantly, spanking his throbbing cock. 

“Again”, Yoongi demands, chasing your hand. 

Slap! 

“Again”, he growls, clenching around your strap. He can’t get enough of being fucked and spanked and milked. He wants it so bad. Needs it like air.

Slap! 

“Yes! Again.”

“Yoongi, you’re leaking like crazy”, you rasp, voice trembling in pleasure. You spank his cockhead, rubbing your palm against it afterwards. 

“Yes, again please again”, he begs, convulsing on you with trembling thighs. 

Slap!

“Holy fuck, you’re making me cum”, Yoongi laughs darkly, ending it with an audible gasp and an aggressive, “fuck.”

He arches his back, shifting your strap deeper into him. He hasn't noticed it yet, but like this you can see your cock inside of him. It is bulging his tummy, moving each time he bounces on you. 

“Yoongi”, you moan, “Yoongi, why are you so hot?” you keen, spanking his cock with all the love you have for him. You can’t believe that he is real. And that the universe aligned your paths, “I'm so lucky. So fucking lucky”, you say, digging your thumb into his belly bulge in synch with your hand connecting with his cock in a slap. 

“Woah”, Yoongi gasps, holding your wrist, “woah, woah, woah.”

“Feel that? That’s my cock moving inside you”, you taunt, grinding against his bulge.

“Holy shit”, Yoongi croaks, squeezing his thighs around your hips.

“Yeah that’s it. Feel it. That's how deep I go”, you growl, slamming your hips into him as best as the position allows you to. 

“You're making me…cum. ___, I can’t stop”, Yoongi chokes out, shaking in anticipation.

“You're so hot, holy shit", you spit, fucking him angrily. You need him cumming again, need him to continue making a mess on you.

“Yes, yes, yes”, Yoongi chants, chasing you, “now. Now. Ah, now- ah!”

You can feel his high hitting him. You can’t believe it’s real, but you do. His tummy tenses and begins convulsing, taking your cock with hungry ease.

“Fuck, I can feel you cumming”, you growl, digging your thumb deeper into his belly, “you’re so hot.”

“A-ah”, Yoongi lets out and flinches, “no. No. Nonono why?” he sobs and comes to a stop abruptly, forcing you to lift your eyes. He is gawking at you, lips pouted and eyes sad. His hands are on your stomach, fumbling nervously. 

“What's wrong?” you ask him, “don’t wanna make yourself cum anymore, mhm?”

Yoongi blinks rapidly, parting his lips.

“What's wrong?”

“I healed”, he confesses. 

You furrow your brows in confusion.

“I'm sober.”

“Ah”, you understand immediately. His powers healed him. The sobering up process, which takes normal humans many many hours, is sped up for Yoongi. Which means he is clear in the head again and self-conscious. And being on top of your lap with your strap inside of him after he fucked himself senseless is not his preferred comfort place to be. 

You sit up, forcing him to tilt his head back in order not to headbutt you. Your lips are almost touching, your bodies are grinding against each other, smearing his cum everywhere.

“So? Means I gotta fuck you dumb again”, you rasp, eyes pinning him down, “I wanna fucking ruin you.”

He widens his eyes. You grab his hips and force them to move. Back and forth in smooth rolls, forcing your strap to grind against his sensitive insides. 

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut, falling around you in a tight hug. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, his chest is melted with yours and his hard cock is rubbing between your stomachs. 

“Oh god”, he gets out, shuddering desperately.

“That's it, my prince, hold me close”, you whisper and wrap your arms around him, hugging him close, “don’t stop now, you fucking love it so much. Hold me baby, hold me.”

Yoongi thanks you with little moans and stuttering hips, fingers twisting in your hair and parted lips moving against your neck.

He is naked with you. Naked, hot and bursting in pleasure. And now you are hugging. Yoongi is actually able to feel your naked skin against his own as you make him drown in pleasure. He is in paradise. He gets to hug you naked. You are hugging. And he is sober for it. Which means, he'll actually remember it tomorrow.  

“Please don’t stop”, he begs, chasing you with growing desperation. He can’t help himself. It feels so good to have you inside him. 

“I won’t, my love”, you promise him, bending your legs so he can sit even more comfortably. 

Yoongi arches his back, moaning each time his little bubble butt connects with your lap. The position forces your strap to go so deep. Yoongi feels fulfilled in ways that still feel like a dream to him. 

“Such a good boy, you’re doing so well”, you praise him, caressing his hips. He tingles because of it, chasing you with even more eagerness. He has more leverage like that. When he was riding you, he didn’t really have a lot of support and Yoongi fucking loved it, but this right here is on a whole other level. To be able to lean against you, to rest against your body and find support in your hug gives him so much comfort. Comfort, but also the opportunity to move on your strap like he needs to. Fast and desperate. Yoongi bends his legs, hooking them behind you and begins moving like he needs to.

“Please don’t stop”, he begs you, drooling all over your shoulder, “oh god, it feels so good.”

“Yeah it does. You fuck me so good, love. So fucking amazing”, you rasp, rubbing his round buttocks in an encouraging manner.

Yoongi hates being a vampire. There is no denying that. He hates it so much, except for when he has sex with you and his powers make him feel everything a million times more intensely. That’s when he fucking loves his nature. That and when his instincts kick in and force him to act against his will in the best way possible. Like rut against you as if he was an animal in heat for example. Or drool all over you because his head tells him that it was feeding time, but he forces his body to feed on something other than blood. Your warmth and the pleasure only you can give him. It tastes so much better than any amount of blood could ever taste.

Yoongi fucks fast and hard once his instincts kick in. The gluttonous, insatiable hunger for whatever addictive substance his body got a taste from takes control of him and makes him its puppet. And that substance was your strap tonight. Your strap and the deafening amount of pleasure you make him feel with it. 

Yoongi may be sober again, but mentally he is completely and utterly busted. Intoxicated on the instinctive urge to fuck and rut and ruin his little hole. Your loving hug and comforting warmth encourage him to go even harder. 

“I can’t stop”, he croaks, trembling harshly, “I can’- ah, stop.”

“That's so fucking hot. You’re so hot, my love”, you moan, feeling lightheaded. He is moving the strap over your clit as he bounces on your length. Mixing that with the sound of his needy fuck and you are this close to giving up, “you feel so good, Yoongi. So good.”

“You. Too. Ah”, he gets out, breaking his lips away from your neck to instead cup your cheek and pull you into a messy tongue kiss. 

You kiss him back gladly, loving every fucking second of it even it is oh so sloppy. Saliva gets mixed, loud moans exchanged and tongues shoved down throats. Truly, this is the kiss between two people utterly lost in the pleasure they give each other. It is nasty and it is fucking glorious. Breaks for air are scattered throughout the kiss, Yoongi uses the opportunities to curse and moan your name. You use the opportunities to praise him and call him handsome.

“Oh god, fuck”, Yoongi croaks, moaning weakly when you run your fingers under his lips.

“You’re drooling so much”, you rasp, forcing him to drool even more.

“Feels so good”, he whimpers, resting his forehead against yours. He knows that he is drooling. His entire chin is covered in it. It’s so embarrassing to him, but you fuck him so hard that he doesn’t even mind right now. Even in his sober state, he doesn’t care. You have him dumb and stupid on your strap, chasing his high because that’s all he wants.

“Spank me”, he begs, “please ___,  please.”

“Spank you”, you repeat, “fuck Yoongi, you drive me insane”, you moan, connecting your hand with his bubble butt.

“Aa-ah”, Yoongi lets out, convulsing on top of you. 

“Like this? Mhm? Is that what you want?” you taunt, landing another spank.

“Yes”, he mewls, “oh ___”, he sobs, falling around your neck. He hides his face in your shoulder, fighting for air as his body moves all on its own. It is sloppy and uncoordinated, but makes him feel so good.

“Good boy”, you praise, spanking him harshly, “you’re my good boy. Such a good boy.”

It burns so much. Yoongi sobs and forces his lips to lift from your shoulder. He guides his trembling hand to his own mouth and bites down hard. If he hadn’t, he would have ended up biting you instead and that would have made him hate himself forever. So he bites his own hand, moans muffled and body trembling like crazy.

You haven’t noticed it yet, enjoying the tighter hug he gives you and spanking his pretty butt.

“Eeh”, Yoongi squeaks, jerking into you, “hgngeng”, he lets out, coming undone from the pain and pleasure. One last time, but this time feels so good that Yoongi starts squirting all over your bodies, clawing at you because quite frankly he is a little scared of what happens to him.

You join him in his wet bliss with a pounding head, holding him so close that you could honestly merge with him.

“Holy fuck that feels so good”, you whimper, moving your hips into him needily.

Just five more strokes and then Yoongi begins flinching in discomfort, tapping your back in panic. He releases his hand, gasping loudly.

“No more”, he begs, “I can’t anymore.”

“Mhm love”, you purr, slowing down your movements until you come to a stop.

Yoongi grows heavy on your lap, flinching and twitching as he recovers. You are both so fucking sweaty, but still hold each other tighter. It’s all you need right now. To hug as you recover. No words need to be spoken – quite frankly neither of you could – and no touches need to be exchanged. Just a hug. One honest, loving hug which says everything the two of you can’t say right now.

You feel sobered up as well. Not a lot, because you are still really dizzy, but the needy fucking definitely helped your mind clear up a little. You still feel ruined though, but that’s only because Yoongi always does that to you. You finally find strength in your arm, running your hand up and down his lower back. Just a little, on the area of where his tailbone and his buttocks meet. His skin is covered in goosebumps instantly.

“Nobody gets me like you do”, Yoongi whispers, voice completely ruined.

“I feel the same, my love”, you breathe, nuzzling your nose into his neck.

“Did I actually do that?”

“You did”, you smile, caressing his hip, “you were amazing.”

“What’s wrong with me?”

“Hush, don’t start like this. You feel good right now, don’t you?”

“Yeah, so good.”

“Then don’t ruin it with stupid questions. You know that your brain’s mean. Don’t start believing it.”

“I know, sorry”, he whispers.

“It’s okay. You’re my most loved. You know that, don’t you?”

“I am?”

“You are, my love.”

“I love you too”, Yoongi breathes, hugging you tightly, “so fucking much.”

You giggle, squeezing him right back.

“Oh Yoongi Boongie, you are so sweet.”

He purrs, snuggling into you. He sighs, growing heavier on your lap.

“I’m done for”, he whispers.

“Yeah same. I have no idea how often I just orgasmed”, you say, making him chuckle.

“Same”, he says, wiggling his hips, “we’re so dirty.”

“Yeah I know”, you snicker, making him snicker as well.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks.

“Of course not”, you assure him, “why? Did you hurt yourself?”

“No. No, I was just asking because I lost control.”

“You did?” you gasp.

“Yeah”, he says and huffs out air, “felt so good, it’s not my fault”, he whispers in a little whine.

“So that’s how you lose control? Oh my fucking god Yoongi, you are so hot. What the hell?” you gasp, forcing him to lift his head just so you can smooch his lips.

He managed to lick them clean so you would have no idea that he bit himself, except for one little stain of blood on his chin. You wipe it away, furrowing your brows.

“Did you bite yourself?” you ask him.

“No?” he lowers his eyes, “shut up, you’re so mean. It’s your fault”, he whines with a pout.

“Wow okay, I see how it is”, you laugh, “fine, I’m taking all the blame, but I’m not regretting it. You were so hot”, you say, pecking his lips.

Yoongi grumbles, but smiles shyly, leaning into your touch with closed eyes. He looks utterly content with the situation.

“My pretty prince”, you whisper, grinning goofily, “I wanna eat you up.”

“Mhm”, he hums, wiggling his toes when you bite his cheek gently.

“So sweet”, you say, snickering, “also sweaty as fuck”, you say, smacking your lips.

“Ew, you’re so weird”, he whines, pushing at your chest gently, “why would you say that?”

“Why? It’s the truth”, you tease, laughing when he pulls a funny face because of it.

“I’m insecure, don’t say that”, he whispers, pouting cutely.

“Gosh, I’m sorry”, you caress his cheek, “I was only teasing, I don’t mind when you’re sweaty. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yeah”, he mumbles.

“Mhm good”, you peck his cheek, “still wanna take a shower together? I feel really sticky.”

“Give me two minutes. My legs are dead”, he says, sighing loudly, “seriously, they’re dead.”

“You’re so cute. Of course, take as much time as you need”, you say, “I think you just like sitting on my strap and you’re pretending that your legs are weak.”

Yoongi stays silent but huffs out air, making you snicker and pat his butt.

“Be quiet”, he mumbles, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“I am, I am”, you say, chuckling fondly.

#yoongi smut #yoongi fanfic #yoongi scenario #yoongi oneshot #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #sub!yoongi #vampire!yoongi #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts scenario #bts oneshot #bts x you #bts x reader #sub!bts #vampire!bts #bangtan smut #bangtan oneshot #bangtan scenario #bangtan fanfic #bangtan x you #bangtan x reader #vampire!bangtan #sub!bangtan #fanfic: sanguis duology

[bblovetarot]

{ೀ} How can you become more balanced?

ʚ ═══･୨ꕤ୧･═══ ɞ Pick a Pile ʚ ═══･୨ꕤ୧･═══ ɞ 

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。°⚠︎°。follow your intuition when choosing a pile. if you're drawn to more than one pile, that's okay! you may have messages in more than one.

。°⚠︎°。tarot readings are not 100% accurate, and do not dictate your future. please keep in mind that you have free will. these readings are also general and aren't specific to one person, so please take what resonates and leave what doesn't! 

Pile 1

Pile 1, it seems that to achieve more balance in your life, there's a crucial need for healing and regaining control. It appears that you invested deeply in a relationship, giving your all, but it ended in disappointment. It's understandable to feel hurt when things don't work out as desired, but dwelling on the past won't serve you well, Pile 1. Your heart and soul need healing, especially from a perceived betrayal that may have occurred. It seems you've taken on a victim mentality, finding it challenging to trust others, possibly even losing faith in the Universe or your beliefs. While setting boundaries is essential, completely closing yourself off isn't healthy. The impression is that you've victimized yourself, feeling trapped in negative thoughts and fearing sabotage from others. It's crucial to recognize that, despite the hurtful words and actions of others, you hold the power over your feelings and actions. Untangling yourself from the web of lies, expressing your emotions in a healthy way, and being kinder to yourself are essential steps. Understand that you are precious, deserving of kindness, and capable of achieving what you truly want. To regain balance, tap more into your feminine side and reclaim control from the dominating ego. Lift yourself from the ground, stand in your power, and move forward like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. Mother yourself, cutting ties with individuals, whether friends or family, who bring negativity into your life. Remember, what people say about you often reflects their own insecurities and feelings about themselves. It's time to break free from these projections and nurture the strength within you.

Pile 2

To achieve more balance, Pile 2, it's important to introduce more discipline into your life. If you've been living life without a clear direction, it might be contributing to feelings of being stuck and restless, possibly accompanied by depression and anxiety. Grounding yourself is crucial for this pile, as you seem to be caught up in your own thoughts, allowing fear to cloud your judgment. You may not be thinking and seeing things clearly, and grounding exercises can help you feel lighter. Consider tapping into faith or seeking guidance from a mentor with spiritual or religious knowledge to clear your mind. Taking things one step at a time is essential; there's no need to have everything figured out instantly. Progress may take time, but it's important to enjoy the journey and recognize that life isn't always sunshine and roses, but it doesn't mean you won't experience it. If you tend to overthink, understand that not all your thoughts are real. Establishing a routine, incorporating meditation and yoga, can ground you and keep you out of your head. While friends may be offering support, you might have closed off due to not being fully healed. Your heart desires fun, love, and connection, so grounding yourself, healing, and expressing emotions, possibly through art, can be beneficial. For this group, creativity, especially through art, seems to be a great outlet for self-expression and clearing the mind. Recognize that your heart is closed off at the moment, and to achieve balance, finding the willpower to open it is crucial. Remember the saying, "Life is happening for you, not to you," as you embark on the journey of healing and self-discovery.

Pile 3

I'm picking up on a strong message for those in pile 3. It seems like there's a significant decision on your plate that can bring about a better balance within yourself. Right now, you're rocking the masculine energy, but it's crucial to reconnect with your feminine side and strike a balance between the two. Grounding yourself is key, especially if you've been through a spiritual awakening or if one is on the horizon. This awakening is tied to a decision you'll need to make, setting the stage for a fresh start. Taking a leap of faith is part of the deal, and it's vital to make this choice from a place of balance because it feels like a major, potentially life-altering move. There's a sense of permanence, no turning back once you decide. While this decision could relate to various aspects of life, the vibe I'm getting leans towards matters of the heart for most of you. Strengthening boundaries in relationships and standing your ground is crucial. You need to hone your discernment skills when it comes to others. The decision ahead will require you to speak up, which might be a bit daunting, especially if it's not your usual style. However, your awakened self understands the truth and how things should unfold. Ensure your head and heart are in sync before diving into any situations. This reading is pretty straightforward and general, as it will manifest differently for each of you. The central theme, though, revolves around embracing compassion and expressing your needs openly, not just for yourself but also in your interactions with those around you.

#tarot pac #pac #pick a card #pick a card reading #intuitive reading #tarot reading #pick a pile

[hotluncheddie]

there was mention of chubby eddie by @spectrum-spectre and i felt summoned. its my brand.

wc: 3.5k | rating: M, maybe E at the end | cw: none | tags: chubby eddie munson, fluff, pre & established relationship, mention of weight gain, some subby steve

ao3

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‘uh.. steve?’ comes eddie voice through the little bathroom door. 

‘…yeah?’ steve’s instantly on edge. what could be so confusing about putting on jeans that eddie voice sounds like that. 

unless. oh god, his stitches. 

‘these are my jeans right?’ comes eddie voice again. and okay. there’s no pain that steve can hear. instead eddie sounds, baffled? 

‘yeah ed’s, got them from the bunch of stuff wayne recovered.’ because he did. why would he give eddie someone else’s jeans? 

eddie opens the door to the bathroom and. oh. ok yeah. steve gets it. 

the jeans button and fly look like they have no hope of closing. not with eddies small, newly gained belly sitting between them. bandages still on in places, skin healing. with no shirt on steve can see that the eddie’s waistband is being pushed apart with the new softness at his waist and hips. that the softness has caused his pecs to curve slightly and the tops of his arms to sit out a little further than they used to, swallowing the lithe lines of muscle that used to be visible. eddie thighs have started to fill in the legs of his jeans, pushing up against the rips above his knees.

‘uh.’ steve says, unhelpfully. there’s really nothing going on in his head right now. 

the only brain cell that seems to be firing on all cylinders is the one attached to his dick. embarrassingly. 

‘i mean, this is good right?’ eddie asks, looking down at himself. splaying a tentative hand across the new upper curve of his stomach. 

steve clears his throat, coughs, feels his cheeks heat up. ‘yeah, yeah man. your recovering. it’s like, totally understandable. and some uh, medications can, you know..’ 

‘make you fat?’ eddie asks. attempting to pull the flaps of his jeans together again, jumping a little for good measure. there’s no way it’s closing and the jumping makes eddie’s new belly jiggle a little. 

‘fuck.’ steve’s mouth supplies, small and breathy, before his brain can catch up and stop him making a fool of himself. 

eddie hears, head snapping up and smirk forming on his lips. 

it’s happened before. eddie doing something and steve making a fool of himself, not quite sure how to handle all the feelings he’s been having about eddie. still too scared to ask if they’re reciprocated. 

‘is it that noticeable?’ eddie ask, coyness fake and syrupy. he turns and looks over his shoulder so steve can see how the weight has also gone straight to his ass. it pulls at the seat and they don’t even cover him fully. waistband biting into where his underwear is visible, cheeks jutting out against it. 

steve feels his mouth open and close dumbly. that one brain cell seems to have also gone offline. all he can process is the churning in his lower gut. 

eddie twists a little further before stopping with a hiss. accidentally pulling at his still tender sides. steve snaps out of it. coming over and handing eddie the sweats he was wearing previously. 

‘these’ll do for now. i’ll take you shopping once you’re up for it, get you back feeling like yourself again.’ steve smiles at him, knowing eddie’s hated not being able to dress like himself while he’s been in the hospital. it’s been gowns and sweatpants and oversized t-shirt only for, steve’s not even sure how long. 

‘sweatpants are still totally metal though right?’ eddie bats his eyelashes and takes the sweats from steve, their fingers brushing. 

‘yeah, to-totally metal.’ steve swallows, feeling himself blush again. he seems too every time he’s at the centre of eddie’s attention. 

eddie smiles, bright and pretty. ‘good.’ he turns and slips back in the bathroom. steve busies himself with packing the last of eddie’s things, ready to take him back to where wayne’s been staying. 

‘i guess it does make sense.’ eddie muses as he comes out of the bathroom fully dressed. ‘medication, months in bed, hospital food.’ he lists as he stuffs his old jeans back in his bag. ‘ugh and mrs henderson’s cookies, god, no way i’m giving those up. or her lasagne, fuck.’ eddie’s eyes roll back in his head at the thought, hand migrating back to that new curve in his gut. 

‘ah, well then, i guess now is actually a good time to give you these.’ steve hands over the tupperware (hoping the slight shake in his hand isn’t noticeable) he’d planned on just leaving it behind quietly later, but. ‘she said it was a welcome home gift, and that’s there’s lasagne in the freezer.’ 

eddie makes grabby hands and rips the lid off. ‘oh fuck yeah.’ he plucks out a cookie and takes huge bite; cheeks rosey, smiling as he chews, eyes bright. 

steve smiles back. thinks eddie looks perfect like this. alive. healthy and living and alive. 

he blinks furiously. clearing his throat. ‘come on! let’s get you home.’ steve hauls eddies bags out the door and down to his car. eddie in tow. 

they pull up to eddie and wayne’s new home, steve noticing the cookies are long gone. 

-

‘uh.. steve?’ comes eddie voice through the little bathroom door of their apartment. 

‘…yeah?’ steve asks, not looking up from his magazine. 

‘these are my jeans right?’ comes eddie voice again, and.. huh? 

‘yeah ed’s, why would you have someone else’s jeans?’ steve asks. baffled. 

steve looks up from the couch once he hears the bathroom door open. and oh. okay yeah. steve get it. 

‘deja fucking vu, babe.’ eddie grins. and yeah, his jeans definitely don’t fit.

he’s long recovered and steves long into confessing his feeling and getting the all too enthusiastic (if a little exasperated at the time it took) feelings reciprocation. 

so now steve can say another choked out little ‘fuck’. but now with a lot more confidence. 

and he can follow it up with stalking over to eddie and stinking down to his knees in front of him. hands coming up to cradle the soft curve of eddie’s underbelly. feeling his pupils blow at the soft weight of it, the way his face sinks in when he gives it a kiss. 

because eddie’s recovery weight at fist plateaued and then steadily rose. over the course of them being together, cooking together, steve learning to bake from mrs h. eddie starting a job he loves over at the music store alongside teaching guitar lessons. steve having time to make him lunches in between shifts at the gym, where he works as a personal trainer and yoga instructor. where he can come home to his partner splayed out on the couch, smoked out and whining about the munchies and steve can make something for him. look after him like he always wants to. keen when eddie’s hand slips into his hair, saying thank you for the food with a sweet smile and kiss on his lips. and steve can curl up next to eddie, into his soft warmth, and think about nothing at all. 

right now steve’s brains thinking about nothing but the belly before him. pushing the flaps of eddie’s jeans apart like that day in the hospital, but these jeans are a couple sizes bigger. still ripped at the knee and still mostly fitting around the thigh. eddie’s legs and hips never taking the brunt of his weight. that’s saved for his belly and arms. but it’s coming up to thanksgiving and steve’s being trying to perfect his pumpkin pie recipe. nothing much ever goes to waste in this house. and the evidence of that is in front of him now. pushing out agains the waistband and pulling at the seat (one of steves hands having migrated around to grope at eddies ass). 

eddie huffs, sliding his ringed fingers into steve’s hair and tugging. ‘on your knees already baby?’ eddie looks down at steve over his gut and all steve can do is whine. 

‘so needy.’ eddie tisks but steve sees the smile pulling at his lips, the love spilling from his eyes.  

steve sits back on his heels, hands on his thighs, opening his mouth wide and sticking out his tongue. 

‘fuck.’ eddie groans. hand coming up to splay over that upper curve of his stomach, a habit that’s really never gone away. other hand grabbing at his soft peck, knowing the sight sends steve wild. 

‘please let me. you looks so good eddie, please.’ steve’s panting, opening his mouth again and letting his tongue loll back out. it’s slick with saliva and steve feels a drop splatter onto his bare thigh, the hem of his running shorts sitting up in his hip crease. 

‘sorry baby, but i’ve gotta go out remember?’ eddie’s voice is full of teasing and condescension. eddie attempts to tug the flaps of his jeans back together again. jumping a little like those years ago. even lifting his belly with one hand and attempting to do up the button single-handedly with the other. 

steve feels his cock leak. 

‘ok, help me find jeans that fit and maybe i’ll give you something in return.’ eddie huffs once he’s finished his little display. smirking down at steve and the likely visible wet spot at the front of his shorts. 

once the words filter through steve’s horny brain fog he scrambled up, running into the bedroom. 

eddie laughs, delighted, and follows steve through. 

#chubby eddie munson #my girl dinner #steddie #steve x eddie #weight gain fic #hotlunch #my fic #<3 #steddie wg

[pinkcannibal]

Hi! i noticed in your pinned you also write for adult misty x reader? i loooove your marilyn writing and was just wondering if you have any headcanons for misty with reader when shes sick/on period. im going THROUGH it today and this would heal me <3

i do! im just not writing fic for her yet, strictly small requests. tysm this is so sweet x and i can definitely write you some headcanons!

to me misty is INCREDIBLY doting, as we know. when you're on your period i can so see her as the partner who will make sure you have everything you need. call it her natural caregiver instincts, nurse persona, or just bc she cares for you, misty would 100% take a half day from work just to look after you

she takes your clinginess in stride, even if at first it's a little daunting (having a partner who wants her back is something she still is getting used to)

so when you whine and dont let her leave your bed by cuddling her around the waist and burying into her neck, misty will stiffen at first, but instantly smile bright and melt into holding you close, very content in being your body pillow for the day

misty in her usual slow to queues self, will sometimes accidentally put her foot in her mouth during this time though

if you're pouty, or more irritable than usual, she'll joke that 'aw, someone's a little debby downer!' with a snort as she laughs. she's trying to cheer you up, but when you tear up and cry, mistys face would immediately fall, rushing to comfort you and apologising

when you find out misty is tracking your period, you're uh, notably concerned and a little confused. explaining to your partner that this is not entirely normal in relationships, you would be met with a confused head tilt like a golden retriever, and misty frowning. "how else will i be prepared for next time, silly?" (its creepy, but incredibly...sweet? in a misty quigley way? and okay, you cant deny its thoughtful)

misty would be considerably more protective of you now too. changing your heat packs, cooking you dinner. and very enthusiastic when you ask her to help bring in groceries or help you lift something bc you're too tired/in pain/lethargic. it snowballs into her asking about your medical history very quickly while you fall asleep against her chest. she'd be staring at the ceiling and just blurt:

"you don't have endometriosis, do you?" "hmmpf?" "did you know it affects over 200 million women world wide? you're statistically more likely to be born with it than eaten by a shark"

if misty cant get time off to look after you, you are sure to always get an answer from her during her night shift when you call her, particularly needy and vulnerable. when she comes home, she'd be quiet and soft as she just immediately crawls into bed with you, spooning you from behind and kissing your shoulder.

#misty quigley #yellowjackets #misty quigley x reader #misty quigley x fem reader #misty quigley x you #thanks this helped me get back into writing for my fic ksdksd im procrastinating! #asks

[xbabyd0lli3x]

Melodies of Acceptance // M.Sturniolo

A/n -if you are sturuggling with either pls talk to someone or me,dms/request are open

cw: sh, body images

In the bustling metropolis of LA , where dreams collide and ambitions soar, Matt Sturniolo found his rhythm alongside his identical triplet brothers, Nick and Chris. The trio rose to YouTube stardom with their infectious energy and hilarious antics, becoming household names in the online community. However, behind the camera's lens, Matt carried a quiet heart, one that longed for more than just fame and laughter.

[Name], a plus-size singer with a voice like liquid honey and a soul that resonated with raw emotion. Her song "Meet You at the Graveyard" captivated audiences worldwide, its haunting melody speaking of love transcending even death's grasp. Yet, beneath her talent and poise, [Y/N] harbored a painful secret: a battle with crippling self-doubt and scars hidden beneath long sleeves.

Their paths converged one fateful evening at a charity event, where Matt was instantly drawn to [Y/N]'s ethereal presence. He admired her from afar, captivated not just by her beauty but by the raw vulnerability that shone through her eyes. Little did he know, she was just as taken by him, mesmerized by his genuine smile and the warmth of his laughter.

Their first encounter was fleeting, but fate had other plans. A chance meeting at a coffee shop blossomed into late-night conversations and stolen glances across crowded rooms. Matt found himself enchanted by [Y/N]'s passion for music, while she found solace in his unwavering support and gentle reassurance.

As their relationship deepened, [Y/N] couldn't shake the gnawing insecurity that plagued her every waking moment. She tried to hide her struggles from Matt, fearing that he would see her as broken, unworthy of love. Yet, try as she might, the facade crumbled, revealing the scars that marred her skin and the tears that stained her cheeks.

It was a moment of reckoning, a crossroads where [Y/N] stood on the precipice of vulnerability. With trembling hands and a heart laid bare, she confessed her darkest secrets to Matt, bracing herself for rejection.

"[Y/N], I... I have something to tell you," Matt said, his voice soft with concern as he reached for her hand.

She looked up, meeting his gaze with trepidation. "What is it, Matt?"

Taking a deep breath, Matt searched for the right words. "I... I care about you deeply, and... I want you to know that you can tell me anything. I'm here for you, no matter what."

But Matt's response was anything but what she expected. With tears in his eyes and love in his voice, he cradled her in his arms, whispering words of acceptance and understanding. He vowed to stand by her side through every trial and tribulation, to love her not in spite of her flaws but because of them.

Together, they embarked on a journey of healing and self-discovery, weaving their broken pieces into a tapestry of resilience and strength. Matt became [Y/N]'s rock, the steady beat of his heart guiding her through the darkest of nights. And [Y/N] became Matt's muse, her melodies of acceptance inspiring him to embrace his own vulnerabilities and insecurities.

Their love was a symphony of imperfection, each note a testament to the beauty found in embracing one's true self. And as they danced beneath the moonlit sky, hand in hand, they knew that together, they were invincible. For love, true love, knows no bounds—it transcends even the deepest scars and the darkest shadows, lighting the way to a future filled with hope and possibility.

#strawberrytalks .⋆🪼⋆. ⭒ #matt sturniolo x reader #x chubby!reader #Spotify

[piperscharm]

MY TAKE ON THE CANON PJO/HOO SHIPS:

Percabeth

Okay so, I’ma be real. I was kinda disappointed when they got together. I thought we were gonna have “Not Every Boy/Girl relationship is Romantic” representation. But as I read more of their relationship after that, I learned to love their relationship, because its not ALL romantic. They still have that same close friendship they did before they got together and I love that. Their 5 book build up was absolutely awesome tho tbh. Love a slowburn. They are genuinely cute, silly and fun. They are the old married couple at camp teaching the campers cool stuff together. They really compliment each other. Something so personal and perfect about their relationship is that they are both different kinda of smart. Percy is street smart and Annabeth is academically smart. Also, they are both strategic in their own ways and are strong af. The fact that they are basically each other and healing the other while healing themself is precious to me. They are both insecure and feeling lonely in a demigod world, but they found and completed each other.

Jasper

Yeah, no. Super forced, and not stable. Piper is loving someone who she doesn’t even know, hence her having false memories of him. Jason doesn’t even know her and instantly fell in love. Personally, I’m not a believer in love at first sight. You have to get to know the person to truly love them for all they are. Piper is insecure and a girlboss and this relationship is keeping her alive in HoO, because she is so angry at the world. She’s living off Jason practically and thats not healthy for either of them. Jason is progressively learning about her, but it’s so middle school relationship stuff. Its really shallow love and Piper needs more than that as a child of Aphrodite. Jason needs that too because that’s just how he is but they’re relationship is built of the stress and desperation of war. So yeah. Sorry if this isn’t accurate, I haven’t read HoO in a bit and I’m not good with characters lol.

Frazel

They’re cute tbh. Age gap is a little scary, but I read something proving that they’re closer in age if you look closely. Anyways, I really like these two. They were crushing on each other before war and were really the only ones there for each other before Percy came to save the day for the Fifth Cohort. They literally had a normal crush on each other, like Percabeth but they didn’t do anything super dangerous together that brought them closer I’m guessing. Their quest with Percy brought out parts of Hazel and Frank that they needed to learn about in order to pursue a healthy relationship. They learned of each other’s pasts. On the Argo II, Frank being jealous of Leo is so cute honestly. Hazel comforting him for it too is awesome and its a cool dynamic. They are just a cool, calm, awesome power couple. They are super powerful and it was so cool to see them discover themselves together and loving each other for it. And interracial representation?? Hello?? Awesome rep, I think. Their cultural differences didn’t stop them and that’s so good for them.

Caleo

No. Just, hell no. It’s a relationship sculpted of desperation. Calypso being nice to him all of a sudden on the beach was uncalled for. Enemies to lovers can NEVER be rushed. They were super rushed. Both of them are desperate too. Calypso was desperate to get off her island and Leo was desperate for a partner after seeing everyone else have one. That is not healthy ‼️‼️ Also, Calypso is mean to Leo?!?! Calypso is bossy and kinda sorta rude to him. Like, hello??!? Leo is a little blinded by the desperation of love to realize this. If they really wanna make it work, get couples counseling from Percabeth, they are by far the healthiest couple. Caleo was def something Rick pulled outta his ass.

Solangelo

Solangelo is my biggest ship, I love them, but I do have some opinions fs. First of all, they are beautiful in theory. I love thinking of what they could’ve been. Yeah the canon’s cool, but Rick doesn’t know how to write gay characters. So most their content is different from the straight couple until TSATS. TSATS was much better writing. Rick had helped from a queer author so they acted like any other couple once again. Second, I love their simplicity. Like, they saw each other in war, thought the other was cute and was like “oh what the the heck?” and eventually got together after the war showing it was not desperation but real. Honestly, I think it started out as a crush then some shallow dating, but after being through the Tower of Nero and that whole thing, it started to get more real. In TSATS, we see them get a deeper connection. They’re whole little shallow crush thing is getting deeper and that dynamic is awesome. Also, they complement each other, and they’re dynamics are awesome. But I really love that they teach each other things. Like Will teaching Nico to embrace his light but to not forget his darkness. Nico teaching Will to embrace his darkness but not to forget his light. They are learning to be healthy and how to do this relationship stuff. I could go on forever about them and not be done so I’ll stop here.

I think that’s all, so yeah!!! I would love to hear agree/disagreements btw :)

#nico di angelo #heros of olympus #hoo #jason grace #leo valdez #solangelo #will solace #annabeth chase #rick riordan #pjo hoo toa #h #jasper #percabeth #caleo #anti caleo #frazel #opinions #disclaimer #i have opinions #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo

[meekswillinherittheearth]

What the Poets are like in my DR!

this is a response to this ask! hope you enjoy!! posting it a bit earlier than originally intended bc i couldn't take the anticipation anymore :)

Neil Perry

my found family brother!!

always looking out for me

he was the first person i met when i started at Welton

we do bicker like siblings but it's okay

i love going to his plays, watching him perform is so much fun and he is so happy

seeing him like that is enough to heal the soul

we share books a lot

i do his stage makeup!

he makes the strangest little sounds sometimes

it will be dead silent and he'll make a silly little squeaky sound

always joins me and my dad (mr keating) for family time

Todd Anderson

he's so sweet and caring

he can be very sarcastic though

insert the "the one with the buck teeth?" situation 😭

he's super funny without trying to

we're both super anxious and it's nice to have someone around who understands that

amazing hugs!! not often, but they are healing

that time i was having a really stressful day and he hugged me and i immediately cried

he can be insecure about his relationships with people because he thinks people don't wanna be around him and just hang out with him out of pity

he needs reassurance but refuses to act for it

really good at painting! i got him watercolors for his birthday <3

he deserves everything. if i could give you the moon i would todd bb

Charlie Dalton

outrageous drama queen

he loves dancing

never said he was good at it though!

it's mostly just twirling

flirts with you to antagonize you but only if you tell him it's okay, he would never wanna make someone uncomfortable <3

my number 1 supporter since forever

superrrr competitive

can and will turn anything into a competition

massive cheesy nerd but denies it adamantly

he cares about his friends more than anything

very very affectionate

wants to be touching someone at all times

his love language is 1000% touch

very talented at music, he can play guitar, sax and a little bit of drums

doesn't sing often but definitely can

hates studying, not because he doesn't care about his education, but because it's not stimulating enough for his brain and he gets distracted really easily

i've said it once and i'll say it again, he is EVERYONES BIGGEST CHEERLEADER!!!

we're polar opposites but will match energy when needed

knows when to be hyperactive and when to be chill and quiet

sarcastic, always being a little shit

"hey charlie, will you pass me that?" "um, no" as he's passing it to you type of thing

gets me out of my shell, which i appreciate so much <3

i really benefit from the confidence he gives me and he likes being around someone who doesn't expect him to be going at a million miles an hour all the time

Knox Overstreet

my gossip buddy!

when we're bored we sit and people watch and make up life stories for the people we see

he has the silliest, most giggle

can and will lift you up

on his shoulders, picking you up and spinning you around, no matter what, it will happen

i watched him pick Charlie up and shake him and nearly peed myself laughing

very platonically affectionate, like little cheek kisses and stuff

it's his way of showing gratitude

hes also pretty sensitive and emotional

he read pride and prejudice and cried his eyes out

type of guy to kick his feet and giggle while twirling his hair

Gerard Pitts

hits his head off things at least once a day

so long and gangly and strange

like those things at car dealerships (affectionate)

he's so sarcastic and goofy

we always gang up on Charlie when he does/says something stupid

he takes his grades very seriously

but he isn't a stick in the mud about it

loves music so much

its one of the main things i hear him talk about

finds and keeps cool rocks

gives them to people when they're having a rough day

penguin behavior tbh

he is just a silly guy!

Steven Meeks

this is gonna be a long one, buckle up lovelies

we met and instantly clicked

inconsolably sweet, all the time

also kind of a chronic people pleaser but we're working on it okay!

we both have an affinity for latin

we have secret conversations in latin sometimes <3

about a week after we first met he asked Charlie if I was dating anyone but made him promise not to tell me (which didn't last long)

when we met i complimented his glasses and he blushed and went "thank you, i need them to see. i like your freckles."

he did not realize how hilarious of a response that was until later

falling asleep on his shoulder when we're up late studying <3

GETTING PRINCESS CARRIED!!!!!

he always wants to carry me places. who needs legs honestly

flustering him is so easy and i love to do it because it's so funny

trying to teach him how to dance and he trips over his own feet

he has the softest most beautiful curls ever

tiny little ringlets by his ears!! my heart is melting!!!!

and his eyes.... cut the cameras

hes so pretty

him laying in my lap while i read to him

leaving lipstick all over his face and him not realizing.... the literal cutest

he is always the first one I run to when I get off stage after a recital (they all come to my ballet recitals in my dr)

us always getting caught staring at each other <3

writing poetry for each other!!!!

his love language is acts of service and quality time

his glasses are somehow constantly fogging up

he always offers me his sweater/coat/jacket when i'm chilly

my love im kicking my feet and giggling writing about him

he feels like the song 'let the light in' by lana del rey

#📖. asks #shiftblr #shifting #shifting realities #dead poets society #dps fandom #dps #steven meeks #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #gerard pitts #knox overstreet #this was so fun to do

[altschmerzes]

Can’t wait for your two aces story. Any updates you want to/can share??

i'd LOVE to talk about the two aces fic at literally any point. it's so dear to my heart, i love it. at the moment i'm making good progress trekking through it and contemplating if i want to leave it as a oneshot or if i want to split it into chapters bc it's already close to 6k and i've just got a few scenes done and some drafting for some others! it's gonna be pretty long lmao, which is the story of my life. not gonna be HUGE like some of my fics end up being but it's gonna be long enough and have enough distinct beats that i'm thinking about splitting it.

we've got the initial presentation of the situation, jamie and dani getting used to living together and finding a new status quo in that bc of their injuries and how to help each other with the things they can't do (for example the initial moment where they decide to sleep in the same bed is related to dani's shoulder injury and the way he keeps rolling onto it in the night), exploration of their relationship getting deeper and getting into the big things they're afraid of that are holding them back from being physically/emotionally vulnerable with each other (they both have a Big Fear that's causing them trouble here), and then the realization that because of their healing progression they can go back to normal soon and deciding that like. actually we don't want this to go back to normal, we want to stay like this, we want to be each other's Person and have this relationship be A Relationship (nonromantic) intentionally. so there's some different beats, and might be worth splitting?

idk. sorry i'm just thinking out loud in answer to this ask now i hope this is interesting slkdfjs

here's a clip from it, too! it's from very early on, i've posted a few lines from it but it's a bit of a longer scene. dani's phone charger got stuck behind his bed and he can't reach it bc his shoulder is all messed up so jamie's going to get it while dani's making breakfast in the kitchen, this is before they're living together

Jamie has just managed to close his hand around the distant and illusive cord of the charger and is scooting back along the mattress in his awkward shuffle around the awkward bulk of his twice-braced leg when he hears a loud crash and a sharp curse from the kitchen. Instantly, before he’s even fully processed what he’s heard, his body goes rigid. His heart leaps into his throat and his shoulders and the back of his neck seize up so tight they ache immediately. Sudden, loud sounds in homes have never meant anything good for him. It’s only once the initial panic, the kind that says run, run, find somewhere to hide, be quiet and still and get as close as you can get to disappearing, has been hushed and dismissed and reminded that it’s an outdated and unnecessary instinct that another, different kind of panic takes over. Dani, Jamie thinks, and his heart lurches all over again. This is a new sort of fear, hot and trembling, like there’s a little bird in his chest beating its wings frantically, trying to get out. Oh fuck, Dani. Getting up off the bed is difficult and cumbersome but Jamie goes as quick as he can with the use of only one leg. He fumbles for his crutches and leans on them too heavily when he stands, but he doesn’t care that it hurts a bit. The ache of the way the padded tops dig uncomfortably under his arms and how the plastic of the handholds are an odd, wrong shape are far from Jamie’s mind as he hobbles towards the kitchen, going so quickly that he could probably win some kind of guys-on-crutches race if such a thing existed. “Dani,” he calls as he goes, and then, louder, “Dani, man, y’alright? What happened?” “Yes, Jamie, fine,” is the slightly delayed answer, delivered moments before Jamie rounds the corner and comes into sight of the kitchen. The first thing that Jamie notices is the floor. It’s made of a light, slate grey tile pattern that he thinks is neat, studded through with the odd yellow or silvery tile. The effect is cool and modern with a touch of brightness and fun, but at the moment the whole thing is rather ruined by the way there’s a scattering of broken class and blueberries disrupting the pattern. In the soft, warm glow of the overhead lights, the glass glitters and the blueberries shine like tokens to be collected in a video game. The round metal lid of what had once been some kind of jar glints innocently by the sink. (Dani had put in the new, gently toned lights recently, swapped the bulbs a few weeks before the season started. He’d done it after he noticed Jamie kept squinting and wincing under the harsher white light every time he was in Dani’s kitchen. He’d gone and replaced all of them, even though Jamie had insisted it was fine, it was dumb to change things in Dani’s house just because he had a weird problem about lights. Dani had looked at him like Jamie was the dumb one and shook his head and told him they are just lightbulbs, Jamie, and that had been the end of it.) And then, in the middle of it all, the glass and the blueberries and the tile floor and the lovely lights, there’s Dani. He’s standing by the counter, leaning back against it with his good arm, and there’s just enough time for Jamie to catch a glimpse of the intense frustration creasing his face before he looks up and over and it’s wiped away. All that’s left behind is a smile. It’s a good smile, it looks good, happy and friendly like Dani’s smiles do, but there’s something about it that makes Jamie feel uneasy. Well, no. Not uneasy. That word is too… That’s not right. It’s hard to imagine anything that Dani could do with his face that would make Jamie feel truly uneasy. Concerned, then. Concerned is the right word. “Sorry,” Dani says with an apologetic shrug of his left shoulder. “My hand slipped and I dropped the jar.”

#long post #gav gab #gav answers #fic: loneliness into loneliness #augh queerplatonic two aces fic my beloved- #once more fucking hilarious a bunch of people i don't know are liking and rb'ing a post i made abt it #clearly assuming i am referring to Fic About Two Asexual Characters #when this fic is about an allo character and an aroallo character lmaoooo

[absoluteindulgence]

A/N: HEEEEY YOU GUYSSSSSS, I POPPED THESE HEADCANONS OUT OF NOWHWEREEEE. I KNOW ITS BEEN A WHILE, DONT COME FOR ME JUST READ AND TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU LIKE IT LOL🤎✨️✨️✨️ I will say tho I wrote this from my phone because like the goofy I am, I spilled water on my laptop and gotta get it replaced🤭 So any edits I need to make will be in the near future🤎 Also Ironically I'm posting this 4:44PM☺️

Toji with Yoga!Girlfriend

SFW

He's learned what it means to be calm. You would meditate around him and at first he would always want to break your focus but afterward he'd sit with you and just breathe. He found it extremely calming when a rush of anger would wash over him.

He's in awe at the many Yoga Poses you can do and how focused you are when executing them. He's worked hard to bulk up his body but he can't say that he's as balanced as you. Which is why he has so much respect for you too.

Let's be real, you're over here talking about the healing power of crystals and he does not believe in none of that shit. It takes for him to have an out-of-the-blue migraine to do your "mumbo jumbo shit" on him and he might only admit that for a second, it worked. But he believes just laying in your lap is what did the trick.

You smell so fucking nice. You're the type to use essential oils more than perfume and it shows. Any scent that you're using that day is stuck to you and becomes your natural scent. One that's so pleasant it keeps Toji in your space more than usual.

You're highly intentional with your actions and he can sense it. You have this layer of love, honesty, and devotion that keeps him on his toes. It's hard to make him breathless but you're such a wonderful woman that he looks to you for comfort in more than just the sexual sense. You've proven to be a great pillar in his life and he's smitten by you based on how you're so open to loving him and in return, he provides the love and protection you desire. In his way, he'll cheerily thank a star for aligning you "or some shit" together. You give him a level of stability he's never seen or had in a very long time.

NSFW

Now this man has spun the block a couple of times but damn would he feel like there are way too many new experiences with you.

This man did not know what Kegels were until you showed him on one particular rainy day. This was closer to the beginning of your relationship and you would say, "Hey Babe, let's try something new" You're ideas usually come out more good than bad so he doesn't deny you. The first time you tighten yourself around him, the face he makes is voided of all smugness, it's a culmination of shock and humor. "Fuck, Treasure... How are you doing that????" His brows furrow too tight as he comprehends real "Pussy Power". Let's just say thunderstorms weren't the only thing to erupt.

The massages you give this man always lead him to visit heaven. You touch him in ways that he thought were just simple and had no other meaning than its initial reaction. Every graze from your fingertips stimulates his mind further than what he's expected to feel. His stiffy gets all twitchy, and the usual tense and ready-to-defend muscles relax. He instantly exhales when touched by you. Your hands are so skilled, you gently graze over all the sensitive spots he has and treat them with delicate consideration heightening his experience. The way your fingers caress the tip of his manhood trailing down the shaft, with a gentle kneading of his swollen, ready-to-burst balls is enough to get the most intense guttural groans ever known out of him.

You create such sensual atmospheres for him that he's taken aback. Incense or aroma diffusers, slow jams playing at a low volume in the back, you bought these twinkling lights for a dreamy effect, and after a while they leave him charmed to say the least.

This goes without saying but he loves to watch you stretch. It's a reminder of the limits he can set on your body since you prep every day. He's eager to see which way you'll bend for him just to get to that right spot. Arch perfectly sloped, HAMMERTIME. Sucking him off while doing a bridge, how many kids you want? Or something as simple as tucking your legs behind your head? You're in trouble for the rest of the night!

The worst of it all is you introducing him to Kamasutra... You told him you want to do every position. No matter how weird or uncomfortable it might be and man, you wore this man out one night in particular. It's the first time during sex that he's ever tapped out and you paid for it in the next sex session lol

#fushiguro toji #big daddy toji #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji x yoga!girlfriend #let yo body do that yoga #jjk fanfic #jjk headcanons #jjk character x you #jjk character x reader #Mar☆Posts

[murmiss]

Side story

Pairing-Neteyam/Reader

Summary - This story will tell you about a planet destroyed by humans even before the events of Pandora, about a girl who was captured and survived the loss of wings - an important attribute of their species, about survival, first love and human cruelty.

Warning on this chapter - Mention of death, brief description of death and wounds, mention of war, Neteyam is sad!

Pt1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4, Pt5, Pt6 Pt7-1

Part Six

-Go away, run away from here! Run, and don't turn around..." Grace said, breathing heavily. The bullet had damaged her vital organs, causing the scientist to writhing in the sharp, unrelenting pain. Her eyelids grew heavy, and it became harder and harder to move. Quaritch was probably already on their trail. Grace knew her end was near, and she struggled through the jungle, hoping to evade their pursuit. But it was too late. She had probably lost too much blood.

-No! I won't leave you! - The fairy howled beside her, lifting her up from her helpless collapse and lowering her gently to the cold ground. Oh-he'll get Norm! Everything will be all right!

-No! L.. Listen to me, now you must run as far away as possible.

-But... I don't want to!

-Walk away! - With the last of her strength, Grace cried out, making Iris twitch with fear. The scientist had never raised her voice to a fairy before. It seemed the fairy had no other choice.With one last look at the painfully shrunken scholar, the Sixth dashed toward the forest, sobbing in despair and nervously grabbing her head, hysterically pulling and tugging at her white curls.

Grace leaned back, leaning against a tree and sighing heavily. She looked around, trying to memorize every silhouette, absorbing the flora and fauna of Pandora. The scientist recognized many plants, such as the Mantis Orchid, a herbaceous plant with a large, bright flower that reaches 3.5 meters tall and 1.5 meters wide at flower level. Certainly one of the most beautiful species. Oh, but what about the Sun Lily? Grace was simply crazy as she studied this amazing flower in her lab.- Amazing, and what are you doing here? - With a warm smile, the scientist turned to the flower, gently stroking the purple petals with her thumb. Usually these flowers grew elsewhere, more sunny. Suddenly the little flower twitched as if alive, causing Miss Augustine to recoil in surprise -Oh! Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to -But the flower, as if understanding the scholar's speech, reached for the wounded woman's fingers with its leaves, embracing them and pressing them to its flower. Grace was surprised, not just surprised, but amazed! She and Norm had been studying these plants together for quite some time, but to have them show emotion? That had never happened before. Of course, she knew that Plants somehow communicate with each other through the intertwining of roots, like the Magellanic trees-the most famous example of a symbiotic relationship between individuals of the same genus. When both species of this tree grow side by side, the Unildelta tree (non-toxic leaves and poisonous roots) intertwines its roots with the Delta tree (toxic leaves and non-poisonous roots), forming a strong bond. In this way, toxins from one tree enter the other, after which the roots of the latter also become poisonous. But for plants to interact with na'vi or humans?Meanwhile, while the scientist was pondering, the plants were reaching for her, as if anticipating the woman's imminent death. One by one, small flowers began to emerge from under the grass bed, resembling the chanterelles that we know from the ground - chanterelles. Normally this species of flora reaches six meters in height, but what Grace saw resembled a smaller version of the healing rose. Could it be Eywa's shenanigans? Numerous little rose crows clung to the scientist's tormented body, wrapping their long roots around her. Some of them, when they touched the bullet wound, instantly died out, taking with them the aching pain. - Oh! No, wait... don't," the scientist whispered, trying to remove the roots. -It's all over for me anyway, and you might live a little longer.

-Grace, don't go! -A child's voice came from somewhere nearby, causing the xenobotanist to turn sharply toward the source of the sound. Standing in front of her was a small toddler, no more than 40 centimeters tall. It had a Star Lily on its head, like a hat, covering its owner, and it was also wearing a little green skirt of leaves.

-Who are you? - Grace asked in amazement, looking wide-eyed at the little creature standing before her. At this time the creature, smiling mischievously, turned abruptly on its axis, turning back into a flower.

-Saint Eywa! I think I've lost my mind! - The scientist exclaimed. Her gaze was fixed on the spot where the little man had stood before.

-Could not be! - together answered the sisters, turning Miss Augustine's gaze in her direction, where instead of the mantis orchid there stood three pretty potbellied girls, dressed in purple dresses.

-Wow... -After the orchids, others began to turn. Where the Lionberries had previously been, little men in mottled tutu skirts stood. From the bushes, da lianas jumped carpels with flowers on their heads, coming closer to Grace.

- You see! - Starling Lily exclaimed as confidently as ever.

- I think I've died and gone to heaven-Raising Grace laughed as she stroked one of the roses hugging her finger. The pain is long gone, and the wound has healed a little-all thanks to those beautiful flowers.

- What kind of paradise is this?! I'm here! - The lily answered, crawling into the lap of her new acquaintance.

- All right, all right, whatever you say," laughed Grace. She'd been studying the flora of Pandora for several years, but she certainly didn't know about such an impressive property. The forest came alive with a new glow. And she was truly happy.

It seemed that the scientist had spent the whole day with the little creatures, listening to their stories. Evening came, and now the clearing where Grace was was blooming with bioluminescence, making the woman gasp at the picture before her: The soft light shimmered, forming beautiful transitions, now going out, now coming back on.

Suddenly, as if they had heard something, the little people began, one by one, to turn into flowers.

- What's the matter? - Grace stretched her hands excitedly toward the petals, but they were unresponsive, as if they were the ravings of a madman.

-They're here! - shouted one of Quaritch's men, making his way through the vines, approaching the wounded woman with a snide grin.

- So that's the problem," Grace said faintly. The soldiers followed the rest, until the famous Colonel Quaritch, in full RDA uniform, oxygen mask and rifle, appeared at the very end.

-What a pity, Miss Augustine.

- Nice to see you, too, Miles." Grace smiled broadly, which made the colonel even madder.

-Let's just shoot the bitch, that's all! - The soldier was indignant, shifting from foot to foot.

- Exactly! Why should we waste our time with her? - Another one exclaimed, raising a big one.

-Then he turned back to the Weyrwoman and put his fingers under her chin, tilting her head so she was looking into his eyes.

- Why didn't you ever sit down in that bloody lab? Why didn't you sit around and pick plants and raise Xenomorphs... And now, thanks to you, we've got to go back to hauling that dopey Jake-head Sally... And you pay for what you do... what were your last words? - The colonel put a shotgun to the wounded woman's head.

-Go to hell, Miles-" Grace said, laughing, and then a shot rang out. An accurate shot to the head.

Quaritch was about to return to base, but his plans were thwarted by the plants that suddenly pounced on the soldiers, clearly not part of his plans. The cries of his comrades echoed around him: The brazen one had the role of lunch, becoming a victim of Gineman, a "spotted Pandora's snake," one of the plant-zooplants that digests its victims alive to the point of meat broth. The second was attacked by the thorns of prickly pawpaw, a plant similar to Earth's cactus, but the couples behind them trying to get away were the least fortunate. Behind them was Pandora's blue geranium, a plant of amazing beauty and intimidating qualities. The sari is a tall plant with a powerful stem and iridescent blue inflorescence. The explosive blossom subjected the remaining soldiers to torment, entailing a swift demise. The explosion was so powerful that even dozens of kilometers away you could hear its echo. But Grace's body was not harmed; one of the trees covered her with its roots, forming a protective cocoon.

-A goddamn scientist! Quaritch had no choice but to run. Run for his life.

That day Grace met her end. Tree spirits fluttered over her body for a long time, landing on her already frozen hands. Yes, Quaritch had killed the physical shell, but not the soul. Grace Augustine died, but she died with dignity. She stared bravely into the eyes of death, and truly enjoyed it, for instead of death with a scythe, Grace saw Eywa .

The great mother took her with her.

So why didn't Grace leave, go looking for the fairy?"-you ask. The answer is really simple. If she had been na'vi, she could have healed completely, thanks to the healing roses, but since she is human, the flowers could only take away her pain and stop the bleeding. Even if she could have walked, though, she would still have stayed where she was, not wanting to lead Quoritch to the Sixth. She just couldn't let it happen.

Meanwhile, after Grace and Sixth were separated from the group, Jake couldn't find his place. Honestly, he was scared, but there was no turning back. He blamed himself for everything: for not telling anything to Neytiri, for putting his friends in such danger. Of course, Norm tried to support his comrade, but he himself knew that the wounded Grace had little chance of survival. Though Norm didn't want to think about it, entertaining the hope that the scientist would return with Six in good order.

There was an explosion in the distance. Jake glanced over at Norm. Maybe it was Grace!

But alas, on reaching the source of the explosion, the two Avatars came upon only the breathless body of Grace Augustine, covered by roots and covered in "fireflies.

-Tree Spirit..." Norm whispered, kneeling before Grace's body. The little atokyrins whirled in the air.

Later Jake would take Grace's body to the sacred tree, finally reuniting the scholar with the Great Mother. He still has much to do, and Jake is determined. Yes, he made a mistake earlier, endangering his beloved and her people, but now is the time to turn things around. Neytiri had told him about Toruk Makto before, about its importance and the difficulty of taming it, and since there was nothing to lose, why not give it a try, right?

Thanks to his willpower, the Marine was able to prevail, uniting the clans for the duration of the war. He was able to regain the Na'vi's trust by taming Toruk Makto. Jake Sully's soul was moved into his avatar, and he himself eventually became the Oloe'yktan of the Omaticaya clan, and Neytiri became his Tsahik.

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Soon Neteiam te Suli, Neytiri and Jake's firstborn, was born. Since childhood, he was destined to become a brave Olo'eiktan, leading his clan on the path to prosperity. So from an early age, Teiam was trained in hunting, archery, and various political matters. In the beginning it was fun, he liked to stand out and spend a lot of time with his father. Until Loak and Kiri were born. Grace's body was buried by the Great Ava while the scientist's avatar was still in the lab capsule. No one knew Kiri's father, but Jake and Neytiri decided to adopt the baby. And even later, Tuck, the adorable little girl with a lot of energy, came along as well.

Little by little, Nateyam was fading more and more into the background. He added childcare and supervision to his responsibilities. The parents were almost always busy, the father was busy with clan politics while Neytiri was helping her mother with Tsahik's business, yes raising the babies, Touk was still a baby and required enormous attention from her parents, Kiri stood out for her ability to communicate with the Great Mother, and Loak often left problems, forcing Jake and Neytiri to pull him out of the fray time and time again.

Meanwhile, Nethayam was assigned the most unenviable role of the ideal eldest son.

Teyam had felt superfluous since childhood. Of course, in the beginning there was an excitement to please and repeat after his father, but after that there was also a realization. Hunting became difficult. Outwardly it didn't show much, the future Olo'eiktan after all, but inside, behind all that veil of exemplarity, Neteyam couldn't hurt a living creature. He liked to sit by the waterfall, observing the peaceful life of the same tapirs. He even tried to make contact with the little creatures, but alas, most of them ran away and hid in the tall grass, unless, of course, you count the tapirs bred on the Na'vi. And almost always Netheyam wondered, "If my father had seen. What would he do? Would he make him catch them? Would he reprimand a future Olo'eiktan not behave like that? Or would he have kept quiet?" Of course, Teiam knew the hunt was necessary. The Clan needed food, and killing was a must, and the Tapirs were, and always would be, the perfect prey in this harsh world.

And even now, Nethiam owed it to his sisters and brother to help them escape the clutches of the Celestials. Not that he minded, undoubtedly Teiam loved the younger ones, but it was exhausting to get them out of trouble every time Loak found an adventure on his ass time and time again.

-Why did they have to go to the old tombs in the first place?! - Nethayam grumbled to himself. As soon as Jake heard what Loak was up to, he told them the coordinates of the youngest, urging the boy to hop on his spawn and fly to the right place.

After a while, Teiam spotted Quaritch's gang from some height. Then he was already there. Landing nearby, the boy waited. His mother should give a sign soon, and in the meantime, Nethayam hoped that Loak would not make a mess.

-Oh, holy Eywa .. -Loak, don't do anything stupid... -whispered the young Na'vi to himself. But alas, his prayers were not to be. Loak held up his middle fingers, provoking the Quaritch gang even more

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-What a jerk you are, Loak! - invited snarled Netheyam, already preparing to fight back, but was interrupted by his mother's whistling. "So your parents are close by"-this thought allowed Teyam to exhale a little, allowing him to distract himself from checking his ikran and remove his quiver of arrows, ready to fight back at any moment against the celestial enemy. And standing at the ready, Netnjam noticed something strange :A white-haired girl wrapped in leaves reached out to the celestials, wanting to jump out from behind the bushes with... oh my...With a stick...

And by reflex he jerked toward the crazy white-haired girl, yanking that one aside, not allowing her to pounce on anyone.

-What are you doing?! - Nethayam growled, knocking the "weapon" she was trying so hard to hit him with out of the girl's hands. Of course Teiam would have liked to know more, but there was no time; a hail of arrows was raining down on the Recombinates, and if they didn't get out of here now, they would obviously get hurt, and Nethayam would get a hell of a reprimand. So the only thing he could think of was to throw the screaming girl on his shoulder and run away. But our fairy didn't like it very much, and taking this gesture as a hostile one, Six started twitching hysterically, slamming her fists into the guy's back and kicking, but, not noticing no particular reaction, tried to bite while her tail was mercilessly pounding Teiam on his sides. Suddenly. The girl stops moving, and that scares the hell out of Nethayam. He was already beginning to think that the stranger was ill, or maybe she was wounded? Panicking, he pushed the girl to her feet, but had no time to react when she, with a wild, as if a cat's roar, lunged at him and clutched at his shoulders with her teeth.

-Stop it! It hurts!" wailed Netheyam, pushing the girl away from him, and then Jake... he had to answer his father on the radio.

-Neteiam! Where the hell have you been?!

-I'll be there soon. - Soon." The boy answered succinctly, clutching the bite mark where the fairy teeth still showed.

- You're coming with me. I have to take you to your father! - The young Na'vi growled, grabbing Six by the wrist and leading the way. And, to Netheyam's surprise, the white-haired woman calmed down as she stared at the Omatician in front of her. This was not good. Honestly, he didn't know why he'd come to her rescue. Did he... just want to? No, he's the future Olo'eiktan! He had to do it.

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Hi everyone, thank you so much for your likes and comments!

In the next chapter you'll be able to see the heat! You'll see Loak x Fairy x Neteyam, fairy interactions with Na'vi and the water clan, and much, much more)

(Also sorry for the mistakes, English is not my first language)

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[heleizition]

characters with white hair and characters fighting with needles are SUPERB DESIGNS much agree there. im holding it all so very gently in my hands while spitting on danzo fuck that guy. also??? eden just chefs kiss. traumatic kinda immortality is my VIBE. hows the ability work? can he ever die? hows he get along with belly??? good luck at whatever ya gotta GO to!! byyyee

THANK YOU needle fighting is jst so cool im not rly sure where i picked it up ? bunch of things ... katara in atla in that one episode where she seeks revenge... yeah it stuck to me ...

and this group of oc is a bit of like. "cringe renaissance" like im allowing myself to have fun without thinking abt waht others would say... yes this oc has heterochromia (vik) yes this oc has white hair and incredible powers (eden) (also cody) yes these ocs are twins that barely look anything alike but im doing MY THING im so happy. im free

SO GLAD U LIKE EDEN tw for drug use, overdose and suicide + rest of the answer

i care him sooo much. whats dramatic abt him is that in his past life (in the angel/demon au) he had. a very shitty life and ended up taking lots of drugs as a mean to get on with life until he finally just. decided to stop trying to get on with like. also hes trans :) . so um killed himself by overdosing on drugs. its always a similar past/history with him so i think it's a bit tragic that while he suffered so much he can't just. end it like he did before because his power wont let him. as a human he would die of old age, but his power , while letting him suffer through any injury or subtence, won't let him die. i mean in the end he does find that living is pretty nice when you're surrunded by people you love and who love you so !!!!

im not quite sure how the ability works yet... i think it's a molecular manipulation of the flesh and any thing that compose it, so it would heal injuries, help fight infections, but it wouldn't be able to revive someone if life has already left them/if it was too far along. eden's power being inside of him, it unconsciously protects him from everything and anything as it happens, fixing the damage almost instantly.

it takes a lot out of him to use it on other people (to fix or destroy) and after the beheading incident he fears it so much he's unable to use it until he's about to lose someone precious to him....

belly and him get along well !!! they're in the angel squad together in the angel/demon au and they're supposed to be the two "level headed" ones (they're not they're barely adults with age being between 20 to 25) and work nicely as a team. im not very good to talk abt relationship between characters im sorry !

for reference btw,

demon squad : abel, cain (no art of him yet im sowwyyyyyy), nell, titania, jasper

angel squad : cody, eden, lena, belly, vik, noah

i have pinterest boards of all of them also btw...

i have a lot of old ocs that are in this au as well as secondary characters im very <33 abt this au.

AND THANK U SO MUCH i was meeting up with friends i havent seen or talked to in FOUR YEARS life connected us together again accidentally and i had a lot of fun it was a sweet evening ! i am going to eep now zzzzzzzzzzzzzz snork mimimi

#ask me #the unwanted #eden #belly #i LOVE EM #thank u so much for keep on asking abt them i would DIE for u

[fan-g0rl]

Washing Machine Heart

Warnings: Angst (Happy Ending?), Mentions of poly relationship

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Gender Neutral Reader

Gif not mine.

Kissing Satoru always has a sadness to it nowadays, I can’t place if it’s coming from me or him, it’s honestly probably a bit of both. 

How can we cling to each other with such passion but also feel such an empty hole in our hearts? Like a piece of a puzzle that is missing. Our puzzle is nearly complete but will always have an annoying spot right in the middle, a spot left empty. Oh how one little piece can be so distracting.

I grip him closer by his hair and that’s when I hear it…

”Suguru” he whimpers 

We both instantly freeze, my eyes widen in shock not knowing what to do next but pull away, my hands release their grip I had on his porcelain hair as my eyes scan his face. He looks at me with such pain and guilt.

“(Y/N)….I…I’m sorry, I just.” He looks down in shame searching for the correct words to say

I move my hand towards his cheek to silence him, he closes his eyes at my touch while his frown deepens 

“It’s ok Satoru, I know.”

He opens his arctic eyes to look back into mine with that guilt-ridden look.

“Please forgive me, I didn’t mean to think of him, it's just…I don’t know.” He sighed while once again looking away as to not meet my gaze.

I move my hand from his cheek back down to my side and clench my hand into a fist and release it a couple of times to ground myself, preparing myself to confess.

“There’s no need to forgive you if I too am guilty of the same sin” I whisper with that same apologetic expression while tears threaten to fall from my eyes.

At my declaration his eyes quickly move from the floor back up to my eyes, this time I am the one that cannot bring myself to look up. He stares at me for what feels like years, he slowly reaches for my hand that’s stuck in a fist from trying to fight back tears. He clasps his hand in mine.

“(Y/N), please look at me.” He begs with a slight tremble in his voice no doubt trying to keep himself together.

I lower my head more, I can’t bear to look into his eyes knowing that once I do the dam will break open and I won’t be able to close it again for quite some time. 

With his free hand he reaches for my chin to lift my head from its lowered position, my eyes still refusing to meet his own. 

“(Y/N), my love. Please, please look at me.

He calls my name again with a softness I hadn’t heard since the day he told me Suguru would be leaving us for good. 

I finally brought my eyes up to him. I didn’t think my heart could break anymore from that day, the day Suguru left us but the look in his eyes proved to me otherwise. 

Satoru’s expression was filled with such anguish. 

The dam breaks and my tears fall, it feels as though they’ll never stop. 

His hand moves from my chin up to caress my cheek to catch the tears that fall from my now reddened eyes. 

“If we both carry the same burden, why should we shoulder it by ourselves? We made a promise to always lean on each other in our time of need, let me help to carry the load” he finished with a hum. 

The other hand that was still clasped with mine he squeezed for comfort, His eyes filled with love and care.

I bring my empty hand up to hold the one he had on my cheek and intertwine our fingers. I look into his eyes and press our foreheads together slowly closing our eyes. 

“It seems we both find it hard to lean on others for help. Heh, Sugu’ was always the one to bring down our walls and get us to talk. I think it’s time we learn to do so with each other. I’ll let you help carry my burden but I get to help carry yours too, you might be the strongest when it comes to taking down curses but no man could be able to withstand a heartbreak such as this by themselves. I love you, Toru’. I always will” I bring myself to say with a conviction that I didn’t know I had. 

I lean away from him to look into his eyes, we stare at each other with a new kind of love, a healing love that will continue to grow and navigate through with just us two. I briefly look at his lips as he does mine and we lean in. 

The kiss was filled with a new spark. A happiness and a hopeful kiss for this new chapter we would enter in our lives. 

We’ll always mourn the loss of our other partner and we’ll always love him, but It’s time we finally move on with each other.

Authors note: Hey! This is my first fanfic, I hope y’all like it! Please leave a comment and let me know what y’all think. Thanks for reading!~fan-g0rl

#gojou satoru x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru #angst #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader angst #gojo jjk #fanfic

[babyyashyy]

FENGQING MASTERPOST PART 1

​Some of my favourite fengqing fanfics. I really recommend checking these authors out, they’re all so talented and lovely <33 dont’t know when I’ll post another masterpost but there are lots more of these goodies ENJOY!!!

For the lovely @reckless-rider

AU‘s

The Meet Rude  by  thekeyholder | Modern | One-Shot | 3,7k words | Rated T | Summary: Mu Qing gets an angry call from a  stranger yelling at him to move his car; cute and fluffy

cause it’s too cold for you here  by fengqingnist  | Modern | One-Shot | 2,2k words | Rated T | Summary: It’s cold and Mu Qing decides to cuddle his boyfriend to get some warmth on their way home; established relationship and so fluffy

if only wishes came true by zemberverse  | Royalty AU | One-Shot | 2,8k words | Rated T | Summary:  Prince Feng Xin and commoner Mu Qing meet in secret one last time on the eve of Feng Xin’s wedding; sad :(

Do you even lift, bro? by nenufares | Modern | One-Shot | 5k words | Rated T | Summary: It's clear from the moment they met. Feng Xin and Mu Qing are not friends, they’re rivals and reluctant gym buddies; really enjoyed this one <3

Perfectly Warm by thekeyholder | Modern | One-Shot | 4k words | Rated T | Summary: Fengqing enjoy a date to the Christmas market without mq knowing its a date; fluffy; I generally recommend anything thekeyholder writes, everything so good <3333

i crash into you (head on)  by dreamagain | Modern | One-Shot | 2,9k words | Rated T | Summary: I honestly forgot what this fic is really about but I can also only recommend to read anything dreamagain writes! I just remember a lot of dumbassery from fq an lots of fluff

drunken engagements by evan_dumpling2137 | Modern | One-Shot | 5,1k words | Rated T | Summary: drunk fq make a bet to get married by the age of 30 if they’re single and from then on mq and pm sabotage fx’s dates; again a lot of dumbass fq and fluff

Never Could've Dreamed You Up by kopi_pheng | Modern with reincarnation | 5 Chapters | 19k words | Rated E | Summary: FQ meet via coffee spilling and mq is instantly angy and in love lots of misunderstanding and fluff

CANONS

say my name like a prayer, take me like an oath by summerdays_winternights  | Post-Canon | One-Shot | 5,5k words | Rated E | Summary: MQ’s canonically obsession with FX’s dick gets him the railing of his lifetime; really sexy and fluffy

To Be Loved by evergreenerieh | Post-Canon | One-Shot | 9,6k words | Rated E | Summary: After not hearing from Mu Qing after a while, Feng Xin takes on the mission to look for him and finds a cursed touch-starved general; this one is so fucking sweet and tiny tiny bit angsty

Our Hearts Can Change by 2istoomany | Post-Canon | One-Shot | 9,9k words | Rated T | Summary: Mu Qing gardens every night to calm his aching heart. When he invites Feng Xin to help him tend to his plants, they grow closer than Mu Qing ever thought possible; *holds a knife against your throat* go check out 2istoomany’s fanfiction but also their comic!!!! 

I can feel your halo by illuminate | Post Canon | 9 Chapters | 37k words | Rated E | Summary: Mu Qing has a hard time asking for help when someone steals his spiritual powers. Somehow this leads to him sleeping with Feng Xin; tiny bit of angst but loads of love and sex

i can’t stop you putting roots in my dreamland by ronan | Post-Canon | 2,9k words | Rated M | Summary: Feng Xin shares spiritual power with Mu Qing to help him heal from the cursed shackle; another touch-starved meow qing gets to be close to his crush of 800+ years; need to stop describing every fic as fluff but duh they are! 

An Open Secret (Invites Unsolicited Advice) by chatonne-rousse (thefullbeaumonty) | Post-Canon | 4,1k words | Rated T | Summary: A little story of poorly-hidden feelings, well-meaning friends, and a few small nudges in the right direction at just the right time, some from an unexpected source; y’all they are just idiots in love

The Cicadas Chirp, The River Flows by bizzybee | Canon-Compliant | 1,8k words | Rated T | Summary: Mu Qing leaves. Feng Xin can't accept it; short but oh so saaaad :(

little beastie by Annabec | Post Canon | 6,6k words | Rated T | Summary: Mq turns into a kid and Fx takes care of him and realizes his feelings; SOOOO GOOD AND CUTE

#fengqing #mu qing #feng xin #tian guan ci fu #heaven official's blessing #fanfiction rec list #feng xin x mu qing #mxtx novels #this took me an hour lol