#HOOOOLY SHIT. FUCK. LET'S FUCKING GO.

[cure-stars]

HEY! THE BEST OF THE WORST OF CRAPPY PLAYS !! HEY! A FLAG THAT'LL PAINT OVER A BAD ENDING !! 🌟

[orcelito]

I finished critical role Calamity

I will never be the same

[princessbrunette]

hi princess! I was just thinking about shy!reader ending rafe nudes for the first time 🫣 can u pls write abt it

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he wasn’t expecting it. he thought he’d have to work harder for you to open up like that.

it was toppers turn to swing, the group of them playing golf at the country club. rafe scowls in the sun, staring across the hills in thought knowing his younger friend often took ages to line up and get a good swing in. just as he was wondering what you would be up to right about now, lifting his wrist to check the time — his phone dings with a text and he reaches into his pocket, eyes lighting up in intrigue upon seeing it was your name on the screen, with one attachment.

he clicks on the picture and freezes.

it’s a selfie, you sat infront of the mirror in your bedroom. however, you look askew — clearly hot and flustered with your dress disheveled, one sleeve hanging off your shoulder nearly exposing your tit and the hem pulled up around your waist. you’ve got no panties on, legs open with your knees pointing up and feet flat to the floor and in the image you’re spreading your sloppy, wet cunt with your fingers, a mess of your own arousal coating you. the image is paired with a simple caption — ‘please come to my house i miss u :(’

now you were shy, like — hardcore shy. shit, it took you a while to even let rafe touch on you and fuck you without getting overwhelmed and wanting to cry everytime he looked at you. he couldn’t believe his eyes.

“holy shit. hooooly shit.” he drawls, beginning to pace a little, staring at the image and zooming in. topper gets distracted, turning his head.

“whats up?” he asks as rafe types a quick ‘Give me 15 mins baby’ into his keyboard. rafe glances up, lips parted at his two friends, staring at him for answers.

“shit uh, nah… nah don’t worry.”

he pockets his phone, looking to start packing up his stuff.

“nah c’mon man, what happened?” kelce comes towards him with a friendly grin and rafe lightly shoves him back by the shoulder, walking past to the golf buggy.

“i said don’t worry, alright? i uh, gotta roll though. see you guys around.” rafe punctuates his sentence with a scoffed chuckle of disbelief, swinging his golf bag over his shoulder.

“did… did something happen?” topper shakes his head.

“look, i gotta go see my girl alright, said she needs me. sending me pictures of her pussy all spread out n’shit. respectfully, m’not spending another minute with you suckers.” rafe holds up his hands, biting the bait and telling them anyway. he couldn’t help himself, at the end of the day; a boy.

kelce laughs in shock and toppers eyebrows raise, eyes widening as he says your name in questioning confirmation.

“yeah, who the fuck else?” rafe collects his last club from the buggy, slotting it into the bag.

“what— she’s like, the sweetest girl i know. super shy though, am i wrong?” topper seems in just as much as disbelief as rafe, who shrugs, beginning to walk backwards away from his friends.

“so i thought.” rafe calls out with a smirk, arms wide by his side before he spins around to make his way swiftly to your house to show him how much he appreciated your little text message gift.

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[yoongifis]

💌 switching positions | myg

where the boy that you’ve got wrapped around your finger works his hardest to change his position from a somewhat friends-with-benefit to an official relationship with you. [and hes not the only one who will be switching positions ;)] *if you haven’t read ‘fxck a fxckboy’ yet, i suggest to read it before reading this! or don’t :p do as you wish!*

pairing: flirty/smartass!y/n x fuckboy!yoongi

; warnings: ass grabbing, ass slapping, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, cock warming, blowjobs, handjobs breastplay, usage of sex toys, masturbation, usage of mature words, some dirty talk, jealous yoongi

; genre: smut (18+), pwp

; wc: 11k (hooooly sheeeeiiit)

a/n: SHES FINALLY HERE AAAAHH!! a little continuation of fuckboy yoongi~ hehe! very very sorry it took me so long! i had this in the drafts for a while and was slowly building it throughout the year :v now i've gotten busy bc your girl got into nursing school :') don't get me wrong though, i'll do my best to put out some writings here and there bc i do enjoy doing this :p i also wanna say thank you so much for showing so much love to the original 'fxck a fxckboy' fic!! i didn't expect it to gain that much attention, so i was pretty hyped to see a lot of people enjoying it :D i really hope you guys enjoy this one <3 it's just a little somethin' to fulfill your fuckboy yoongi needs hehehe. fair warning though, this is literally pure smut with no sort of plot (call me a horny mofo lmfaoooo). please ignore my grammatical errors :') i'll fix them at some point when i am notttt lazy ! :p

-

“Yoongi, could you quit it? I’m trying to help you study for your exam!”

The two of you were in one of your university library’s study rooms—which included a whiteboard, a table, and a couple of chairs in a somewhat small amount of space. Out of all the seats that were around the table and the free space this room has to offer, he chose to stand right behind you, hands wrapped around your waist as his head rests on the back of your shoulder as you wrote things on the whiteboard. 

He’s groaning out of boredom. 

“But isn’t this supposed to be a date?”

You snort with a chuckle, “yeah—a study date.”

You went a couple more rounds on the day you first slept with each other (and damn did he go crazy). After that, you told him you didn’t want to fuck him without being “official” because it felt like you were one of his little flings. He respected that, and really held himself back (although he does manage to sneak some kisses from you here and there to get his daily dose of you). He became eager to get you to be his girlfriend, but like you said you wanted to go on dates before you can agree.

And that’s what he did.

He’s been making everything into a date. And so far, he’s taken you on plenty.

Work on assignments together at the school library? (study) Date. 

Drive around town, enjoying the views as you guys talked? (car-ride) Date.

Watch a movie at his place with all the snacks he bought just for you? (movie night) Date. 

How about the two of you make dinner together? (cooking) Date.

It was cute. Something you’d never expected from him. Did he always have this romantic, sweet, and cheesy side to him? You could tell he is trying to keep his promise—take you on a bunch of dates till you agree to be his girlfriend. It may seem a bit too much, but due to his past history you wanted to make him wait and work hard for the ‘boyfriend title’—which he was willing to do. 

“Still a date,” he mumbles.

Yoongi’s squeezing you tightly, bringing his head to the crook of your neck, lips just slightly brushing against your skin. 

“Yoongi, you’ve got to study. They’re not going to let you graduate if you don’t pass this class. This is what you get for always skipping.”

“I just don’t understand that calculus shit. And I can’t study when you’re around.”

“You don’t even like it when I’m not around—but it somehow has to be me that has to help you with studying.”

“Exactly.”

You’re chuckling again at how cute he was. How is it that he was one of the biggest fuckboys at your school and now he’s the biggest simp for you?

“How about we make a deal?”

He hums, “I’m listening.”

“Pass the class and I’ll give you whatever you want.”

His head shoots up. “Whatever I want?” He repeats.

“And I’ll stop your suffering and agree to be your girlfriend.”

It’s like a whole switch went off in his body; he was ready to get going.

“You don’t have to tell me twice, princess,” he’s removing his hold around you, finally taking a seat with a pencil in his hand and a paper in front of him as he looks at you, “if that’s all it’s going to take for me to be your boyfriend, I’ll do it.”

—

Of course, Yoongi left himself with only two days to study for his final exam. It may seem like not enough time, but one thing you learned about him is that he can get really determined to do something especially if he gets some type of reward from you. 

He surprisingly locked himself in his room (according to Hoseok), and was trying to do things on his own. He also did not contact you at all that day—making that day the first time the two of you haven’t hung out or contacted each other since the day you both had that little confession session.

You didn’t want to admit it, but you were honestly missing Yoongi despite it only being a day. You’ve gotten so used to having him constantly around you that him not being right next to you felt so off. 

These feelings must’ve been bothering you so much because now you’re at the front door of his apartment with an early dinner of take-out in your hand, waiting for Hoseok to open the door.

“He’s still in his room—the doors unlocked this time which is new. I would have loved to join you guys but I promised to go out with the other boys,” he pauses. “…I did ask Yoongi to join me but he told me to ‘get lost’, so—,” he grumbles under his breath as he makes his way around you.

You laugh at him.

“No worries, Hoseok. Just go have fun.”

The two of you switch places, with his hand still on the door handle as he’s about to head out.

“I should be saying that to you guys,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Yoongi’s right! Get lost already!!” You gently hit the side of his arm as he laughs at your reaction. “Don’t be so weird.”

“Who said it had to be those things? I never said that,” he laughs, but you roll your eyes at him. “Go out, watch a movie, or cook—whatever to get him up and out of his room. That guy isn’t even getting enough rest like usual and barely ate today and yesterday. I’ve literally never seen him like this before—he’s actually studying pretty hard for his exam.”

You’re thinking to yourself, giving him a little nod before he says his final goodbye and shuts the door.

God—Yoongi is really serious about this.

You knock before you enter, only to be faced with Yoongi at his desk, tons of loose paper scattered everywhere and crumpled ones on the floor. He didn’t even notice you until you said his name, his focus from the lecture playing on his laptop switched to you when he glanced over his shoulder.

“Babyy,” he mumbles lowly, a little smile on his mouth.

You’re walking towards him, expecting his eyes to stay on you but they don’t. He’s listening to whatever lecture he had on, scribbling down whatever. It kind of hurt a little. You were too used to having his attention all on you.

“Have you eaten? I brought some take out.”

All he does is shake his head, still focused on his work.

A small pout on your face appears, upset with how he was. You put the bag filled with food onto the floor, next to the drawers of his desk. You take a step closer to him, a hand immediately going to his head to run your fingers through his messy hair. You gently massage his scalp with the pads of your fingers, leaning over to take a look at his work. The only sound that could be heard between you two was the lecture that he had playing.

“Look at you, working so hard,” you broke the silence, “you literally weren’t able to be like this at the library.”

He doesn’t say anything. Just a little “uh-huh”. It was more of a little grunt in agreement. 

It bothered you that he wasn’t talking to you like usual. No hands or eyes all over you—nothing! 

You remove your hands away from him.

“Yoongi, don’t you want to relax with me for a little bit?”

It was obvious you were pouting again—you can just hear it as you spoke.

“Can’t, baby. I’m sorry,” he mumbles. He didn’t even bother to glance over at you or complain how you removed your hand from his head. 

“Not even just for a little?”

You hear him exhale, the small action enough to make your heart sink just a little.

“Baby, I’m a little busy. Go lay in my bed and rest for me over there, yeah? I’ll join you as soon as I can.”

Now that definitely hurt.

He didn’t even take a look at you again! Not one glance.

Without a word, you sat on his bed. Eventually you quietly lay down, taking your phone out to scroll through your apps even though you’d much prefer to be talking or hanging out with Yoongi. 

The silence and sound of his lecture videos and the small scratches of his pencil on his paper echos in the room.

Who would have thought you’d ever see Yoongi ignoring you or not be all over you when you’re in the same room as him?

You immediately got to thinking.

And it hit you.

You toss your phone somewhere on the bed, getting up and making your way to Yoongi. You stood next to him, watching the way he doesn’t even acknowledge your presence. He sits there silently, carefully watching his lecture. When you see the right moment, you turn his chair a bit towards you, giving you enough room to squeeze your way through and sit on his lap while facing him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Baby—,” he sighs, “I told you I’m busy right now. I can’t have you on me like this.”

“But babyyy I miss youuu,” you whined, “can’t I get a recharge?”

You notice him completely freeze, slowly taking in what just happened—it was the first time in forever where you didn’t call him by his name.

You mentally smirk to yourself.

Now that’s what you were waiting for. 

He swallows hard, keeping his composure. 

“Yeah?” He hums, “I have the test tomorrow and I’m trying to get a good grade on it. If I let you sit here with me, you gotta promise me that you won’t distract me. This test means a lot to me. Got that, baby?”

You tighten your hold around him, nestling your head against the side of his neck. You nod your head at his words. Not because you agree or that you’d promise to follow his conditions. It was just for the sake of his sanity.

He clears his throat, hitting the play button and grabbing his pencil to continue scribbling down notes or whatever. 

Everything was pissing you off at the moment. 

You missed his hands being all over you and the way he’d fight his way to steal another kiss from you while you’re trying to push him away because he was always greedy for more. You wanted him to be annoyingly head over heels for you while you try to be nonchalant about it. And it’s also crazy to think that it’s only been a couple days and you’re acting like this over Yoongi not showing you the same attention as usual.

You give it some time. Patiently waiting until you thought it was time to get him all riled up—and then maybe he might just pay more attention to you. But being extremely patient at this moment is a pain in the ass, and you knew you didn’t want to drag this on forever. You move around on top of his lap, trying to somewhat grind against him as you pretend to get yourself more comfortable. You move your face closer to his neck, nuzzling your head on the top of his shoulder. You softly exhale, allowing your breath to hit and tickle his neck. 

Nothing. No reaction. 

You place your soft lips against his skin, giving him very light kisses on the same spot.

He slightly tilts his neck away without a word, causing you to huff in annoyance. You immediately bring your lips to his neck again, placing slow and gentle kisses on the side of his neck that instead lead to a spot under his ear and along his jawline.

He groans, clearly enjoying your actions but conflicted with the need to resist the temptation of you.

“Baby,” is all he says, voice sharp and stern. 

You pull away, sitting up straight to face him. 

“Enough.”

You could tell on his face that he was being serious.

Well..trying to. And it was cute—which is why he wasn’t as successful with intimidating you.

You roll your eyes at him, making your way towards him to pepper his jawline with kisses.

“But I miss youu,” you mumbled against his skin, making your way to his ear.

“…and I want you so bad, babyyy.”

You hear him mumble a “fuckin’ hell” under his breath and his hands creep underneath your thighs. He’s picking you up and you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck tightly. In no time, you feel your back hit against the bed. You watch him adjust himself so that he’s eye level with you as he hovers above you. Just by the look of his dark eyes, you knew you were in for it. 

“Yoongi—,” you squeaked.

“Hm?” He hums, voice rough. 

The atmosphere around him felt different this time. It was just hard to point out what it was. Nevertheless, you brushed it off. As desperate this may sound, you were finally getting what you wanted and you’re not going to let anything get in the way. All you wanted right now was him because—fuck—you miss him. 

“Please—,” you mumble.

It felt embarrassing to be underneath him like this with his hungry eyes beaming at you—and that’s all he’s been doing for the past how many minutes that felt like an eternity. You watch his eyes flicker from your eyes and down to your lips, clearly tempted to just devour you then and there but he doesn’t. He shifts in his position, bringing his right thigh in between your legs and pressed against your crotch, giving you the opportunity to grind against him—cuz fuck, you couldn’t help it. You wanted to be touched—you needed him to do something to help you get some relief but he didn't do anything.

He watches you carefully. The way your eyes flutter shut and open slowly as you attempt to grind against his thigh, begging for him to do something.  God, you were just so fucking tempting. But he couldn’t.

Instead, he brings his head to the side of your neck, peppering a messy line of light kiss along it. He leads the trail up towards the side of your jaw, almost mimicking exactly what you were doing earlier. Once he makes it to the spot underneath the lobe of your ear he pulls away.

“What do you want, princess?” He softly speaks into your ear. 

The sound of his voice and the way his breath hits your skin already sends shivers down your spine. It was really just the effect he had on you, and he never failed to make you feel this way. Your mind was already drunk off him, words also didn’t seem to want to come out of your mouth.

He removes his thigh away from you and sits up, getting another good look at you before he lowers himself more till he becomes face-to-face with your abdomen as he lays in between your legs. He lifts up the oversized hoodie you wore, but only exposing your tummy. From there, he started to place slow and soft kisses from below your chest and leading down to underneath your belly button. These actions were making you go crazy—maybe it has been too long since you’ve been touched this way by Yoongi.

He stops giving your tummy kisses when he reaches the spot under your belly button, making you whine out a little “please”.

“Mmm?” He hums, looks up at you as he sits back up to admire you. “What baby? You want me to go further, don’t you?”

You nod at him, your eyes telling him that you need more.

He gives you a lopsided smile before bringing his head to the side of yours, his lips slightly grazing the shape of your ear.

“I don’t fuck just anyone anymore, remember? My girlfriend is the only person I ever want to fuck.” 

What a damn smart ass.

He’s already pulling away chuckling before you could wrap yourself around him to keep him on top of you.

“Whaat?!” You whined, “—but Yoongi!”

He’s laying in between your legs, arms wrapped around your hips as he nuzzles the side of his head on your tummy. You watch him get comfortable and his breathing slows. 

“Yoongi,” you gently pat his head in annoyance.

Silence.

“Yoongi, wake up,” you huff.

Nothing.

The exhaustion finally caught up to him and made this man fall asleep on you just like that.

You grumble to yourself in annoyance—a perfectly good plan gone to waste. You do your best to shove him off you (of course it took a couple tries). Once you finally got him off you, you took your needy ass home.

That was just it.

Hoseok could deal with this man when he gets home!

—

You honestly couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that you’re in this position right now. The Yoongi you were seeing now was a complete 180 from the one you were dealing with yesterday.

“What’s with the little outfit you have underneath your hoodie, princess? Were you already expecting me to come over?”

His smile is cheeky, the thought of you waiting for him to come home in that outfit got him smiling like crazy. 

Fuck—it  made him way too happy.

You hum, carefully picking out your words.

“I was going to film something.”

“Yeah?” His eyes widen, and his imaginary tail starts to wag. “as a congratulatory gift, huh?” 

“That… or a ‘sorry-you-failed-you’ll-get-it-next-time’ gift,” you chuckle.

He scoffs at your words.

“You thought I wouldn’t pass?”

“I mean there was a possibility, wasn’t there, Yoongi?”

He chuckles, bringing his eyes from you down to your thighs.

“You don’t get it, baby,” he hums, fingers lightly grazing down your thigh, “you told me you’d be all mine if I passed this exam.” He pauses, removing his fingers from your thigh and brings his face closer to your skin, pressing chaste kisses that lead up to your inner thigh. He gently bites down, earning a little yelp from you.

Yoongi sits up to face you eye-to-eye again, admiring the annoyed look on your cute face yet there was a slight shift in his demeanor.

“There’s no way I’d ever want to lose to a prize like that, baby. And even if I weren’t able to pass that exam, you know damn well that I’ll make sure to make you want to be mine.”

He stares at you, mentally undressing you causing him to lick his lips. The way he looked at you made you feel small, despite his eyes flickering from your eyes, down to your lips, and to your bare legs. It suddenly felt embarrassing to be wearing such an outfit under a hoodie while being in front of Yoongi. 

As if he could sense your feelings, he gets off the bed and grabs your swivel chair from your desk, placing it right in front of the end of the bed. He takes a seat, leaning back with his legs spread and arms crossed over his chest.

“Show me what you were about to film.”

“Yoongi—,” you mess with the bottom of your hoodie, pulling it down to cover yourself some more, “—you know I can’t —.”

“Show. Me.” He interrupts, words sharp. His voice was low and demanding—and you hate to admit it but it was definitely turning you on.

You swallowed hard, awkwardly clearing your throat before answering him. 

“I’m—uh—,” you croaked.

“What is it?” 

“My—um…,” you mumbled “…it’s in the drawer on your right.”

He raises an eyebrow, turning to his side to pull open the drawer of your dresser. He rummages through it without looking until he feels a particular item he can already recognize. The boy brings it out, holding it in front of him with a snicker.

“You were going to use this too?” He’s waving it around, a big smile on his face.

Your grow even more embarrassed, face flushed. You look down, avoiding his gaze as you sheepishly nod your head.

“What a treat,” he hums, “but don’t you need to prepare yourself before using your little toy?”

You lift your head up only to find him still watching you with a teasing smile. 

“Let me see how you get yourself all nice and wet, princess—then I’ll hand this over to you.”

As you’re sitting on top of your legs in a kneeling position, you bring your thighs a little closer to each other—and he immediately notices it.

He’s tipping his head upwards, giving you a signal to “go on”. 

You could just not listen to him but in all honesty, you’ve been waiting so long to become intimate with him again. And knowing him—especially from what happened the other day—he’d definitely tease the shit out of you and not give you what you want if you don’t follow his orders.

You try to brush off the nerves you were feeling, moving your legs from underneath. Your legs were spread apart, knees bent and feet on top of the bed, giving him a good view of your skimpy, sheer underwear you chose to wear today. He could already tell you were wet—just from a quick glance at your panties he’s already spotted a little wet patch.

With just your index and middle finger, you take the two digits and place them over your panties and on top of your clit, rubbing it in small and slow circles. You were already closing your eyes, throwing your head back while moaning softly. Maybe it was the effect of his presence or just him overall but you felt even more turned on than when you do this by yourself.

“Panties to the side, princess.”

You do as he says, feeling the surge embarrassment run through you, causing your face to grow hot and red. You continue to slowly rub your wet clit, with your head turned to the side as you whimper and moan all while avoiding him.

“Don’t avoid your pussy, baby. It needs some attention too,” he hums, “put a finger in.”

You look at him, biting down on your lip as you remove your fingers from your clit.

You hesitate a bit before slowly inserting your middle finger into your heat, pumping it in and out as you turn your head away from him to avoid his gaze. You bit down on your lip with enough pressure to leave indents, suppressing your moans from Yoongi.

“So good baby, you’re such a good girl.” He coos.

“Your pussy is just sucking your finger right in, princess,” he chucked, “making a whole mess just from one finger.”

You ignored his comments, torn between concentrating imagining that your fingers were his own or his cock that were filling up your pussy, or the fact that you wanted to hide yourself and your moans from the man in front of you. God, it’s embarrassing—to be exposed and to be playing with your most private part right in front of a man you were head over heels for. Yoongi, however, wasn’t having it. He thought this whole thing was the biggest turn on he’s ever had. You were the sexiest girl on earth to him, especially with the nice treat of you playing with yourself. 

“Nnnggh—ahh~!” You yelped, quickly looking down to see the man in between your legs, eyes dark as he lapped up your overflowing essence. Your movements stutter, and he takes that as an opportunity to move your hand away and replace it with his, making you a bit noisier than before. He pulls his face away, thumb playing with your clit as he keeps eye contact with you.

“There we go, baby. Don’t hide that pretty face from me,” he smirks. It was easy for him to read you—he already knew that you would try to avoid his gaze. He’s tossing your pink dildo on the bed, removing his hand from your clit. He places each hand on the back of your thigh of each leg, pressing your legs against the sides of your chest and nearly folding you in half. This position was one of his favorites—he was always able to see everything while he ate you out.

He keeps a tight hold on your legs, making sure they stay in place. He switches from using a flat tongue while moving his head side to side to using just the tip of his tongue to stimulate your sensitive and erect clit before sucking it—completely indulging in all your juices that were flowing out of you. 

“W-wait!—please!” you squealed.

He has you squirming, lifting your hips in an attempt to get it away or closer to his face. The noises he made were obscene— loud slurps, low hums. He ran his tongue up and down your slit, lapping up the essence you produced. He uses that thick piece of muscle to probe at your hole, plunging it in and out of you. He buried his face into your pussy, his tongue moving around your hole as his nose brushes against your bead, allowing him to inhale the sweetest scent of you.

He loved watching the look you had on your face—cheeks brushed red, mouth hanging open, eyebrows furrowed. It was a sexy look—and being in this position where he had a good view of your lower half and your face could almost make him cum. He removes his hold from one leg, bringing that free hand to easily slide two fingers in you as he abuses your clit with his mouth, causing you to let out a strained gasp.

“Y-yoon…gi~!” You cried.

He hums against your clit before removing himself.

“Fuck, princess—,” he curls his fingers upwards as he thrusts them into you, “—you taste so damn good.”

“Please—! Need you!”

He’s chuckling at you—thought that you looked so damn adorable that he was contemplating to tease the shit out of you or completely fuck your brains out.

“Yeah? You need my cock, huh, baby?” With his two fingers in your pussy, he uses his thumb to rub your clit, causing you to clench around him. He becomes more aggressive with his thrusting of his fingers.

“Hhhnnghh—!” You squeak, feeling yourself about to reach your high. You’re gripping onto the sheets, arching your back. Right there—it was right there. You could feel the way he was trying to get you to release. But once you almost felt that wave of pleasure, it was quickly taken away from you. Your legs shake and you clench around nothing.

“You owe me a show, princess,” the man hums, bringing the wet digits to his mouth. He spreads his two fingers apart, making a v-shape as he takes his tongue and licks around his fingers—the slick, sticky essence coating them— all while making sure to maintain eye contact with you.

“Yooonggii—,” you whined with a pout, bringing your legs together to rub your thighs against each other to feel something. “Was almost there, Yoongi~,” you mumble with a pout, innocent eyes glistening at him. 

He’s standing up as you spoke, chuckling at how desperate you looked. 

“God, you’re fucking cute.”

It was clear to him how badly you wanted him to continue. But he had to hold himself back because he just had to play around with you. The man reaches over the bed to grab the sex toy he tossed earlier, holding up to show it to you.

“I got you all ready for this, baby. Show me how you use it.”

You look at him with a flushed face, lips pouting at the fact he wasn’t going to continue what he was doing earlier. It was annoying—stopping you from cumming just because he wants to see you ride your dildo. You were hoping the pleading look on your face would change his mind—make him want to continue, but he doesn’t budge. You slightly roll your eyes at him, reposition yourself to sit up in front of him on your knees again. 

He smirks, satisfied with how well you’re listening to him even though he can see right through you. Yoongi gently tosses the dildo in front of you before taking a seat. You took the toy into your hands, holding it as if it was a foreign object to you. 

“Go on, baby.” He hums, keeping his eyes on you. He looked relaxed; slightly slouched against the chair with his legs manspreading. 

You huff, mustering up the courage and to mentally preparing yourself to do such a lewd act in front of him (even though the two of you have already slept with each other and seen one another naked and whatnot…). You lift yourself up, standing on your knees with them slightly spread apart. You hold the bottom of your hoodie underneath your chin, which exposes just your tummy, while you try to position the toy underneath you. You bring your panties to the side to expose yourself, brushing just the tip against your slit which makes you clench around nothing. You  slowly sink down once you feel yourself wrap around the tip. 

“Haaa~,” you gasp, tilting your head back as you sink down even further. You’re a whimpering, mumbling mess when you have it completely in you—and fuck has it been a long time since you’ve actually used it or been fucked by Yoongi. You allow yourself to get yourself adjusted.

He focuses on how your face scrunches up and how your mouth hangs open, since you’ve let go of the bottom part of your hoodie and is now covering where all the action was. 

You missed this feeling of being full that it was making you go crazy. You wanted to stay like this, but for some reason you felt like wanting to move. You lift your hips up in an attempt to have the toy just barely in you, but it doesn’t slide out of you so you sit down again.

“Your pussy isn’t letting it go, princess. You’re gripping it so tightly,” he chuckles, leaning forward so that he’s closer to you and the bed. “I’ll hold it for you, baby.”

You nod, lifting your legs up as you try to relax yourself, letting your dildo slide out and onto the bed. You stood there on your knees, waiting for him to do something.

He brings his hand to the bottom of your hoodie.

“Hold this up with your mouth for me, baby. Make sure this part is the part you’re holding with your mouth”

You look at him a bit weird, not fully understanding his specific request but you do it anyway. You bring the fabric up to your mouth, now completely revealing your lingerie to him.

Ah…What a smartass.

He notices you roll your eyes at him, making him chuckle. He takes the sex toy and holds it with the base in his palm.

“Alright, baby. Go at it.” He’s positioned the dildo underneath you, waiting for you to get on it again. 

The two of you make eye contact as you slowly sink down again. You feel the tip of the toy brush against your wet folds, causing you to bite down on the fabric a little harder than before. 

Why are you more excited? Is it because of Yoongi? 

Fuck, you wanted him badly.

As you slowly slide yourself down on the dildo, you’re  immediately throwing your head back again, breaking eye contact but he continues to watch you. You feel yourself reach the end of it, only for you to immediately raise your hips and again to slowly start moving up and down. You find a rhythm as you bounce on the toy, your hands finding their way to massage your breasts, massaging them with the lingerie still on as your moans are slightly muffled from the fabric in your mouth. 

“Look at you playing with yourself. You look so sexy, princess. You were going to film something like this for me, right baby?” He hums, reaching over in his pocket to take out his phone. He opens up the camera app, tilting his phone upwards to get the whole view of you and starts to record you. “I'll help you and be your cameraman—look at the camera, princess.”

At first he gets a shot of all of you—you glancing down at him and the camera with a flushed face before quickly throwing your head back, hands grabbing at your own breast over the sheer fabric covering them, your hips moving on its own as you bounced up and down. He then pans the camera to your pussy swallowing up your dildo.

“Yeah, keep moving like that, baby. You’re making such a creamy mess on your dildo like a good girl. You’re gripping so hard—fuck, baby,” he groans lowly.

He watches the way all your overflowing juices were pooling at the base of the dildo and makes sure to get a good shot of it before tossing it to the side.

“Take the hoodie off, baby.”

You do as he says, tossing the fabric somewhere on the floor. He takes in the way you looked in the skimpy piece of clothing you wore underneath. 

God, you blew him away. 

You were just so. damn. beautiful. 

The white made you look heavenly—angelic, actually. And the lacey, sheer fabric that covered you wasn’t necessary at this point, but damn did it do a good job at catching his eye. The set you had on also had some frills on it, along with a little bow in the middle of your waistband and of your bra. It all suited you—it was perfectly made for you.

He literally just couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

With his free hand, he caresses the curve of your waist to the curve of your hips. He takes a finger and curls it underneath the thin waistband of your panties, following it slowly until he removes it once he reached the middle of your thigh. Yoongi brings his hand up to your chest, using his index finger and thumb to pinch your erect nipple right through the sheer fabric.

“Haaahh~,” you stutter in your movements, letting out an airy moan.

God, he needed you so bad.

He takes the hand that is holding your dildo, flicking his wrist upwards, causing you to fall forwards and pause your movements. He slides your dildo back out, only just to slam it back in and keep it at a steady pace—fucking you with your dildo as you stay still leaning over him. His free hand goes to the side of your ass, helping you stay up.

“Yoongi—!” You whine, your arms making its way to link behind the man’s neck. Your chest is nearly pressed against his face, giving him the opportunity to grab a mouthful of your breast. 

The man encases your hard nipple through the fabric in his mouth, biting down on it enough to get another moan of his name out of your mouth.

“Nnnghh~!” You squeal, pulling him closer to you. 

He then begins to suck on your nipple, toying with the metal bar that’s pierced right through it. With how sheer the fabric is, he’s practically sucking on you rather than the fabric.

Your legs begin to shake as he starts to pick up the pace with your dildo. You could feel that high again, the same feeling you felt earlier when he was eating you out like a goddamn monster.

“Yoongi!” You chant with your mouth slightly hung open, “please! Right there—!”

He’s slamming the dildo inside you, filing you all the way. He’s hitting the spot that made you roll your eyes backwards, your mouth hanging open and spewing nonsense.

He removes himself from your breast, pulling back to take a look at your face, admiring how sexy you are. God—he can’t get over you.

“Go ahead and cum for me, baby,” he mumbles lowly, “lose yourself already.”

He uses the hand on your ass to guide you on your dildo while the other hand has it sliding in and out of you. He brings his lips to your collarbone, trailing kisses towards and up your neck.

You breathe heavily, mouth hung wide open as pleasure takes over you. It almost felt like you were being fucked by him, but it was nearly enough. 

“Yoongi—yoongi!” You chant before losing yourself. You rest your head on his shoulder, listening to your heart pound crazy while you catch your breath. 

“Good job, baby, you did so good.” He kisses the side of your head, slowly removing the dildo from your pussy, earning a little whine from you.

He lets you sit down on his clothed lap, your wetness probably leaving marks on his sweats. At this point, you could most definitely feel how hard he was right now. You lift your head up and look at him with fucked out eyes. Your hands were clasped behind his neck, while his hands rested on your waist.

You grind yourself against his hard erection, hoping he gets the hint that you wanted him now instead of having you beg for it.

The corner of his mouth lifts up to a small smirk.

He’s lifting you up as he gets you both off the bed. He’s turning around, gently bringing you down on top of the bed.

“Lie down for me, baby,” his voice low.

He gets a view of you again in your sexy lingerie. Yes, this fucking sexy ass lingerie—god, all the mental photos he has of you will definitely be on repeat in his mind. He didn’t want to remove it. I mean—it would be a waste if he had to. Just the look of you in such a pretty yet skimpy outfit made him go crazy. 

You attempt to be quick with closing your legs again, keeping some modesty. However, he was able to beat you by bringing his hands on either of your legs and pushing them slightly down to keep you wide open for him.

“So pretty,” he mumbles under his breath as he salivates at the look of your body. You grew embarrassed again, having the urge to shut your legs to cover you up but Yoongi was too strong for you.

“Can you tell me what you want next, baby?”

You already knew he was going to tease you—actually he probably just wanted to hear those words come right out of your mouth. It would be music to his ears.

“Yoongi, please…,” you mumble, “don’t you want to fuck me?” You give him the most innocent doe eyes that you could, hoping he could lose himself already.

He chuckles.

“Of course, princess,” he brings himself closer to you, taking his painful erection and grinds himself against your slick, teasing your little hole. “You want me to fuck you like this? With my clothes on? It’s making such a mess on my pants, baby.”

You bite down on your bottom lip, shaking your head no. You wanted more, and you know that he knows that already.

“Thought so,” he hums. “Be specific, baby. Tell me what you want me to do.”

You hesitate a bit, but his teasing was enough to make you more upfront with what you wanted.

“Take your clothes off too, Yoongi.”

“Mmm…were you feeling alone?”

“Extremely, Yoongi”

He chuckles as he removes every piece of his clothing from his body, tossing it wherever in the room.

“Can’t let my baby feel that way,” he hums.

Your eyes go from his to below his waist, watching him slowly remove his boxers and revealing his cock. It was thick and long, an angry red at the tip with a bit of precum oozing out. 

Your hand gravitates towards it, holding it by the base and squeezing it a little. You completely forgot how big and girthy he was. As you slide your hand up and down his cock, you got him lowly groaning while you thought to yourself about whether or not this thing could fit in you again. But fuck—you wanted him so bad. 

“…please Yoongi,” you remove your hand from his cock, looking up at him, “fuck me already.”

He’s smiling, bringing his cock closer to your core. He takes his thumb to push his cock on top of your slit, and keeps it there. He slides himself back and forth, coating himself with your slick, teasing you as he rubs the tip of his cock against your clit.

You let out a little whine from his touch. 

“Want your cock inside me, Yoongi,” you mumble.

He’s leaning forward to press a chaste kiss on your forehead, his facing hovering yours.

“It’s all yours, baby.”

He’s leans in again to steal a passionate kiss from you, while he slowly pushes his cock inside your soaked hole. You slightly pull away from him, your mouth hanging open, spewing out soft moans as he fills you up. 

He gives you the chance to get used to him being inside you. And fuck, did he miss your fucking pussy. 

He pulls his hips back, letting you miss the feeling of him filling you up before he slams himself right back into you again.

“Haaah~! Yoongi!” You say breathlessly. Your hands crawl to hold the sides of his face, as he continues to leave a trail of scattered kisses from the side of your neck and down to your chest. He’s pulling the cup of your bra down, exposing you before he latches on to your pierced nipple. 

He starts to pick up the pace as he thrusts into you; finally leaving your breasts alone with hickies that mark you as his. He stands straight to look down at you, watching you writhing underneath him. He pulls the other cup to your bra to expose the other perky and pierced breast. His eyes mesmerized by the face you were making as you were getting fucked by him, your tight pussy sucking him right up, and your tits bouncing everywhere—god it felt like they made him even harder.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he grunts as he thrusts into you, “you’re all mine, huh?”

You let out little more whimpers and moans, unable to make out any sentences. He chuckles, wanting to see you lose more of yourself. He lifts your leg and puts it over your shoulder, wanting to penetrate you even deeper. He takes his right thumb and gives it a quick lick with his tongue before placing it right on your clit, rubbing it in circles.

“Nnnggh—ah! Yoongi!” You yelp.

“My pretty girl. You take me in so well, huh?”

He watches you let out louder moan, realizing that his cock grazed your most sensitive spot.

He’s snapping his hips hard against you. He lifts his knee up to place it on the bed, angling himself so that he could continuously hit that spot that had you rolling your eyes back. He presses down on your clit harder, torturing it with quick and small tracings of a circle.

You’re mumbling nonsense, spewing out whatever came out of your mouth. He could feel you tightening around him, making him let out another groan.

He looks down at the area where you two were connected, admiring the creamy mess you were making on his dick. His eyes wander upwards to your heavenly body. Then up to your cute face, making all kinds of sounds as he pounded you—God, he’s actually going insane, he was grunting with every thrust. 

“W-wait! Haahnngh~! Yoongi!” You bring a hand to his abdomen, weakly trying to push him away as he’s drilling himself inside of you. 

“Please!” You whined, “s-something’s coming out!” 

A soft smile slowly forms on the man’s face as he watches yours—mouth hung open, nonsense whining. You were writhing underneath him, trying to get away from him but he wouldn’t let you. He presses a soft kiss on your forehead before putting more strength into his thrusts.

“Yoongi!” You yelped, letting out helpless whines as you can feel yourself about to reach your high. 

Your hands wrap around his back, your sharp nails scratching him enough to show red lines and possibly make him bleed. 

He gives a final thrust, causing you to squirt all over his pelvis area and onto the bed when he removes himself from your hole.

“Fuck…,” he grumbles under his breath.

He watches your chest move up and down, eyes closed as you’re still trying to recover from what just happened.

“You made a fucking mess, baby. You squirted all over me.”

Your eyes shot open, propping yourself up with your elbows to look down at what you did.

“I just…?” You lay yourself down again, covering your eyes in humiliation. It’s the first time you’ve done that before. “Yoongi—this is so embarrassing,” you whined.

“Embarrassing?” He’s leaning forward to kiss the back of your hands before gently removing them away from your face, eyes now on him. “That was sexy as fuck, baby.”

He’s lifting you to sit you up before he carries you again. He sits first on the edge of the bed, placing you on his lap while facing forward. Right in front of you, you had a view of the two of your naked, sweaty bodies. Hickies scatter across your chest, your legs spread apart and glistening from you making the biggest mess. You feel your cheeks grow red from looking at yourself.

He helps remove your sheer, lace bra off. His hands roam around until they glide up and down the sides of your waist.

“Look how sexy you are, baby. So, so fucking sexy.”

He’s tapping on the side of your ass, signaling for you to lift your bottom just a bit, which you did, as he helps you remove your panties. He holds his cock up, and helps you guide your hips to it. You slowly slide down on his cock, fully taking him whole, causing you to let out a shaky moan.

“Bring your feet up, baby.”

You do it, placing one foot on either side of him and near the edge of the bed. He has his chest against your back, an arm holding your waist to keep you steady while his other hand is pushed against the bed behind him to hold him up.

“Bounce for me, princess. And keep your eyes on the mirror. Need you to see what I see when I fuck you.”

You bite down on your lip, looking at him through the mirror and he tips his head again telling you to “go on”. You slowly lift your hips up, feeling somewhat empty without his cock in you, until you drop yourself down on him. The fullness had you moaning out his name, throwing your head back in pleasure.

“I told you to watch yourself, didn’t I?”

You keep a steady pace on his cock, your eyes closed and mouth hanging open again.

“…too embarrassing—,” you moan.

He scoffs, annoyed with your response. He wanted you to see how you looked—how your body reacts when you have his cock stuffed inside of you. He wasn’t going to let that answer slide.

The man hooks his arms under the back of your knees, carrying you while he keeps himself in you. Your eyes flash open when you feel yourself in the air.

“W-wait! Yoongi!” Your hands go to your face to cover your eyes. You lay your back more against him to keep yourself from falling forward.

He’s moving you on his cock with no difficulties. He has you bouncing up and down, while you’re still trying to process what’s going on.

“Look at how much of a slut you fucking look like, princess,” his voice low and gravely. 

The contrast of his words turn you on. Peaking through your fingers, you catch a glimpse of your glistening, naked body. 

“Remove them, now.”

You swallow hard, finally facing yourself. Your eyes wander, watching the way your pussy took in your boyfriend’s cock, how you were making such a damn mess on it, the way your perky breasts bounced around while he thrusted upwards into your pussy. It was all so vulgar—a dirty scene that came out of a porno.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. This is the view that I get—andI’m the only one who gets to have this view.”

Despite feeling slightly embarrassed about watching yourself, you couldn’t help but feel a bit more turned on. Who knew you could make such a dirty yet sexy expression?

You’re furrowing your eyebrows, mouth hung open as you whimper and moan. Your hand travels down to your lower abdomen, holding it there to feel a slight bulge whenever Yoongi pushes himself in you. It was actually insane to you to be able to feel and see this.

“Go lower, baby. Play with yourself.”

Your hand slowly inches lower, grazing your skin. You take a finger and draw small, slow circles on your clit. You watch yourself through the mirror, your eyes flickering to watch your scrunched up face to how Yoongi was pounding your pussy while you played with your swollen, sensitive bead.

“Fuck—that’s it baby. You listen so well,” he grunts. 

He adjusts his hold under you, making it more comfortable for him to slide you in and out of him while he fucks you harder underneath. He was basically doing bicep curls at this point—his muscles were nearly on fire but he couldn’t care any less.

“More pressure baby.”

You follow his commands, and you have yourself throwing your head back again as you lose yourself. Your sensitive clit makes your hips shake, causing you to squeeze tightly around him. You hear Yoongi slightly growl in your ear, going crazy because of you. 

“You’re milking my cock so hard—you want my cum that bad, huh?” His voice was gruff.

He holds you a bit lower, stopping his little bicep curls and instead continues to fuck you from underneath at a faster pace and with more forceful thrusts.

“Ngggh—ahh~!” You yelp from the change in speed.

“Don’t fucking remove your fingers. Keep playing with yourself.”

You were nearly seeing stars again. You couldn’t think straight. But you could feel that same feeling you felt earlier, and you knew you just couldn’t hold that knot in your stomach anymore.

“F—fuck! Yoongi! Ah—!” You cried, “cumming!”

“Fucking cum for me, baby. Lose yourself already.” 

He’s thrusting you with all the power he can, while his face was stuck on watching your reaction on your airbrushed slightly red face. 

Soon, he's pulling out of your slippery, wet hole. Your mouth makes an “o” shape, before crying out Yoongi’s name as you orgasm again.  Your body fluids shot out of you and coating the mirror—and you squirt again, just as he was wanting to get you to do. 

Your head falls back against his shoulder, eyes closed as you were trying to catch your breath. You could feel your hips still twitching from being so sensitive. This was something you’ve never experienced before. 

He’s kissing the side of your head, mumbling sweet words. He gently lays you back down on the bed on your back, allowing you some time to relax for a bit. You can feel the mix of his and your fluids seeping out of your hole, dripping down to your other puckered hole.

Your eyes flutter open and they couldn’t help but take a quick scan at the naked man’s body that stood in front of you. As you look lower, you can’t help but notice that his cock was still painfully hard, standing up straight with a slight curve to it.

He towers over you, watching every small movement you make. Although he was being sweet to give you some time to rest, by the look he was making you could tell he was hungrily waiting for the next round. He licks his lips as a lazy smile forms on his face as your eyes finally meet.

“Yoongi…,” you mumble. Your hand makes its way to his length, wrapping your fingers around it. Your essence still coats him, making it slippery enough for you to slowly stroke his cock. You look up at him with half-lided eyes.

He lowly groans in pleasure, throwing his head back for a second before bringing it back to look at you.

“Mmm…yes, baby?” 

“All that fucking and you’re still so hard?”

He’s laughing, an odd thing to do when someone is giving you a handjob. 

“I can’t get enough of you, baby.”

“Yeah?” You hum, slowing your movements. 

He takes his hand and wraps it around yours, helping you pump his cock before he starts to guide it to your slit. The two of you drag the tip against your wet folds.

“Looks like it’s the same for you too, baby. You’re fucking wet again.” He’s pushing himself into you again, the two of you letting go of his cock. He slowly sinks in, getting a little whimper out of you.

“All that fucking and you’re still clenching onto me so tightly, baby. You really love my cock inside you, huh?”

He’s pulling out, still keeping the tip in, before he thrusts back into you. 

“Mmmph~! F-fuck…! Yesss, Yoongi.”

He’s chuckling again, keeping his pace steady.

“Yeah?” He hums, bringing one of your legs over his shoulder. He wraps his arm around your thigh to keep it steady. Taking his free hand, he uses it to press firmly against your lower abdomen. You’re mumbling nonsense again from this new feeling of pleasure.

“God—I fucking love you,” he grunts, bringing your other leg over his shoulder. He’s leaning against you, practically folding your body in half just to reach you even deeper. This position had you rolling your eyes back, reaching for any body part of him to dig your fingernails into his skin. Yoongi would switch it up at times—from giving you fast yet shorter strokes to taking his sweet time as he pulls himself nearly all the way out just to slowly bring himself back in. However, he made it his goal to make sure every thrust was sharp enough to bruise your cervix. 

Your mouth hangs open, nothing but airy moans escaping from it with every thrust he makes. He brings his face to yours, using this opportunity to probe his tongue into your mouth. His tongue dances along with yours before he captures it in his mouth. He’s sucking on it, eliciting more moans from you but he removes himself to swallow them. You pull away to catch your breath, the knot in your stomach becoming tighter.

“Gonna…cum—,” you mumble under your breath. 

Yoongi huffs, giving you small pecks on the sides of your mouth. He really didn’t need you to let him know. He could already tell by the way your insides were clamping onto him. 

He’s quickly removing himself from you, denying your orgasm. The man watches your hips move in desperation, your hole spasming around nothing as he helps you rest your legs on the bed.

“Yoongiii—hnngh…,” you cried, voice whiney. “So mean,” you quietly mumble.

He smirks at your words.

Without any word, he rolls you onto your stomach. The man lifts your hips upwards to have your ass sticking up and spreads your legs apart. He pushes the upper portion of your body against the mattress, your arms cushion your head as you lay there. With his large hand, he presses on the small of your back, helping you with a deeper arch. 

“Beg for my cock, baby.”

You turn your head around to look back at him, shaking your head in disagreement while he has you in this position.

His left eyebrow lifts up and a dark chuckle escapes his lips.

“You were behaving so well earlier, princess.” He hums, taking his dick and running it through your wet folds to collect your arousal. “Now you want to be a brat?”

“Don’t want to beg anymore,” you mumble.

He scoffs. “So should I end it here?”

“Go ahead. I’ll find someone else who could do a better job then. They would let me cum.”

He smacks the sides of your ass, getting a yelp out of you.

“Watch your mouth.”

“Maybe I can call up this one guy—.”

He grasps the sides of your ass, spreading them apart to reveal your needy pink, dripping hole. He slowly sinks into you, causing you to let out a shaky moan. Yoongi keeps still inside of you, making sure you’re taking in all of him.

“You only need me, baby—your fucking boyfriend. I’m the only one who gets to see you this way and get you to cum.”

He can’t help but absolutely hate the sound and the thought of you with another man. It drove him crazy just hearing you mention “some other guy”.

Your eyebrows furrowed together, little moans coming out of you as being stuffed with his dick made you go dumb in the head.

“—Yoongi—ngggh—! Move!”

He lifts your hips higher, pressing the small of your back to get you to arch your back more. He leans over you, his pelvis pressed against your ass, making you feel his dick even further in you, causing you to let out a swear. He leaves gentle kisses on the back of your naked shoulder.

“Say please,” he mumbles into your skin.

“F—fuck, Yoongi!” You grumble, annoyed at his words.

He waits patiently, letting his silence and your soft whimpers fill the air. The man couldn’t care less if he had to stay in the position for hours—he loved the feeling of your soft, warm, and wet pussy pulsating around him. 

And with that, you knew you couldn’t win.

 “—Please—!” You cry out. 

“Remind me who I am again.”

“—boyfriend!” You quickly spat out, desperate for him to move already.

“You gonna be a good girl for me again?”

You’re quick to nod your head ‘yes’.

He grins at your response, happy with how easy he can get you to be submissive when you’re full of his cock.

“Now was that so hard to do, princess?”

He’s pulling out, just the tip barely in you.

“…annoying,” you mumble under your breath.

He slams himself into you again, causing you to moan out his name.

“Yeah? I’m annoying too, huh? A big mean, annoying boyfriend, right?”  His voice was low and gravelly.

He starts to find a rhythm and pace as he starts to pound your pussy. Snapping his hips to make sure his skin hits against yours as loud and as hard as he can, the noises filling the room and the skin of your ass slowly turning a shade of red.

He’s searching for your dildo that was thrown somewhere nearby. Once he finds it, he’s immediately taking it. He leans over you as he fucks you, placing the dildo in front of you. Yoongi halts his movements, removing himself from you.

“Yoongi~,” you whine, swaying your ass side to side. You push your hips back, trying to find him so you could reconnect again.

God, this view—this scenario. It’s all he could easily get used to.

“C’mon, baby you can’t be doing that to me,” he slightly groans, “you’re driving me crazy.”

“Please,” you mumble, bringing your hands behind you. You place one hand on the sides of your ass, gently spreading it apart so that Yoongi has a better view of your weeping hole. You turn your head to look back at him as you hold yourself in this position, swaying your ass side to side. “Please go crazy and fuck me already, Yoongi.”

What a fucking invite.

“Fuck,” he hissed, running his hand through his wet hair. He could feel all the blood in his body rushing to his cock, making him painfully harder. His mind went damn blank just from hearing you say that while being in such a pornographic position. 

You seriously knew how to turn him on. 

How fucking dangerous.

He’s bringing himself closer to you, rubbing his erect cock in between your ass, allowing it to slide back and forth. It gets you impatient, causing you to wiggle your ass again as he continues with his movements.

“Be a good girl and keep that dildo in your mouth while I fuck you, alright princess?” He gives the side of your ass another gentle slap as a form of encouragement.

Yoongi patiently waits for you to start bobbing your head, along with the vulgar slurping noises you obnoxiously made.

Did you really enjoy having that dildo inside your mouth when he was right behind you?

He mentally scoffs out of jealousy, knowing that he shouldn’t be feeling this way at all. 

You became louder with your muffled moans once Yoongi was inside of you again, making those dumb thoughts disappear. The view of you being filled up both way clearly made him way too hard—he was instantly fucking you at a brutal pace, almost as if he hasn’t touched you in ages.

He’s rougher this time; using one hand to gather your hair and make a makeshift ponytail just to wrap it around his hand to help you guide your head along your dildo while the other free hand is gripping the side of your ass as he fucked you from behind.

“You’re so fucking good, baby. Sucking on your dildo while I fuck you senseless, just like a pretty little slut you are.” 

His thrusts had more force to them, your skin turning redder than before. He wanted to demolish you, make you melt underneath him. All you could do was hum into your dildo in pleasure, holding onto the base for dear life. You could feel tears threatening to spill out of your eyes whenever your dildo would reach deeper in your throat, causing you to gag on it. Of course, Yoongi thought all of this was sexy. God, it was fucking sexy.

He found that one spot again that has your mind spinning. The man angles himself so that he kept hitting that spot over and over again.

You immediately pull away from your dildo, drool escaping from the sides of your mouth.

“Y-yoongi—!” You yelped, your hands let go of the dildo after you toss it to the side, now gripping onto the sheets.

He releases his grip on your hair, moving his hand to the front of your neck to pull you up and your back arched against him, changing the position again. The other hand around your waist to keep you steady.

Yoongi brings the side of his head to yours.

“Not gonna let you get away from me,” his gravely voice whispers against your ear—and god did that send tingles down your spine.

The pressure of his hand around your neck was pleasurable enough to keep you lightheaded. However that hand goes to toy with your breasts, fiddling with piercing and pinching your nipple before taking a big handful of your breast to massage it as he fucked you.

He finally brings his hand to your front, pressing his two fingers against your swollen and sensitive bead. You feel your hips twitch, unable to control your body movements. All you could feel in this moment was how hard the two of your heartbeats were and pure ecstasy. This man knew how to fuck. Scratch that—he knew how to fuck you. He’s already memorized what had you throwing your head back, what’s got you clenching so damn tightly around him, or what has you babbling nonsense just from fucking you a couple times.

“Yoon—gi! Haaah~!” You turn your head to the side and towards him. He brings his face to yours, attacking your lips again before you pull away a moaning mess.

“Fuck—you take me in so goddamn good, baby,” he grunts, “you wanna cum, huh, baby?”

You’re nodding your head, feeling yourself nearly on the brink of losing yourself again. He’s just about bruised your cervix enough and made your damn clit so swollen and sensitive to touch. You knew you were already making a mess around his dick.

He moves his hand away from your breast and around your waist again, embracing you and holding you tightly for what’s yet to come. Your arms hold onto his arm with one of your hands interlocking with his, a gesture that had him feeling like his heart grew 10x in size. He loves you. He’s way too in love with you—head over heels at this point.

If it was even possible, he’s fucking you even harder. Grunting into your ear, telling you how good you are, how damn pretty you are—how fucking perfect you are, practically made just for him. It was all enough for you to finally lose it, and it was the same for him too. He’s groaning in pleasure when he feels your pussy twitching around him. His warm cum coats the inside of your walls before it oozes out when he removes himself. You fall forward and lay against the bed with your arms weakly holding you up. He watches the mixture of your cum slowly dripping out before he takes his two fingers to push it right back in, only for it to slip out again. He’s quick to get the kleenex tissues to wipe you up, letting you have some time to  catch your breath. You’re rolling over to finally lay down on your side, watching the boy walk through the door.

“I went ahead and got the bath running, baby,” he hums, helping you sit back up. He pulls you onto his lap, pressing a gentle kiss against your temple. 

“You’re insane, Yoongi.”

“Am I?” He lazily smiles.

“I really don’t know what possessed you back there.”

He laughs, “Baby, I haven’t had a taste of you like that in so damn long. I couldn’t help it.” 

Before you knew it, he had you relaxing in the bathtub while he cleaned up the room and got it ready with new sheets and all for the two of you to get some rest. 

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You could feel Yoongi’s body pressed against your back; his arm sitting across your waist and his head nuzzled against the back of your head. This was all something you had never imagined for yourself—to be lovingly cuddled like this after a long night with your now boyfriend who was an ex “fuckboy” from your school, but it’s definitely something you could get used to. 

You carefully remove yourself from his hold, quickly replacing yourself with one of your pillows. You glance over at him to see his sleeping figure one last time before leaving, and softly scoff with a smile on your face. 

This man is actually very cute when he’s sound asleep.

You quietly pick out some new clothes before tip-toeing away to your bathroom across the hall to get yourself ready for that well-deserved shower.

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After putting on your clothes, you open the bathroom door, letting all the moisture and heat out. You take the time to gently brush your hair a little more after blow drying it, then applying some hair oil to the ends of it.

“You can’t just leave me like that and expect me to be okay with it.”

Your head quickly turns around to see the mumbling boy, squinting a half-asleep eye at you while using one of their fists to rub one of their other eye. You chuckle at his appearance—his naked torso and his boxers. He stood there in between the door frame, looking like an actual child who just woke up.

“It was just a quick shower, babe.” You turn around to the mirror and continue what you were doing. “I’ll be in the room soon.”

He grunts, making his way towards you as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you against him and lays his head on top of your shoulder.

“Yoongi~,” you whined with a soft chuckle. 

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?”

“It’s only allowed in bed.”

“Mm, so last night was just it, huh?”

He snorts with a chuckle at your comment, barely having enough energy to react a lot bigger.

“‘One time’ my ass. You’re stuck with me. Not letting you off that easy.”

He turns to your head and presses kisses to your hair. You bring a hand up to gently pat the side of his cheek.

“Congrats on passing the class,” you mumble, “and for finally getting that boyfriend title you’ve been wanting.”

Yoongi turns to look at you with a big smile on his face through the mirror, your hand gently caressing the side of his face. The two of you turn to each other, pressing a small kiss on the lips before pulling away.

“I know a better way you could congratulate me.”

You immediately knew exactly what he was hinting.

“You told me you’d give me whatever I want plus the boyfriend title.”

Fuck—yeah, you did promise that.

You sigh in defeat.

“…Breakfast first?” You bat your eyelashes at him, giving him that doe-eyed look that made his heart flutter like crazy.

He looks at you with so much adoration, in awe that this beautiful girl was finally his. 

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Grow Up, Would You? [Josh Washington]

“I don’t know if you’ve changed any since middle school but I really hope you’ve learned the difference between pranking somebody and just being a fucking bully.”

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Chapter Three / Chapter Four / Chapter Five

[CHAPTER FOUR]

I step off the bus shivering, holding myself for some kind of warmth. "Hooooly shit..." I huff, my breath swirling in front of me before dissipating into the air. Behind me is Samantha Giddings, stepping off the bus in a much warmer state.

"I have an extra jacket, Jordan," she offers.

"H-How far is the lodge?" I chatter. Sam laughs and places her back pack on the ground as the bus drives off.

"Far enough," she says, pulling out a dark grey zip up. It was thin, but it was better than nothing. "I can't believe you forgot your coat."

"Somebody at the station stole it when I went to the bathroom," I mumble, letting go of my own bag. "I think I have a hoodie, though, too." I unzip my own back for my thick, light pink hoodie. I pull it on over my head before sliding the jacket on over it.

"Feel better?" Sam smiles. Her hands are on her hips as she waits for me. She looks like an impatient mother.

"Much. Thank you," I sigh. We officially begin our long climb to the lodge.

"Chris didn't take you with him?"

"No, Josh wanted him to come early to help get things set up, so I just rode the bus."

"I see." A silence falls between Sam and I. I really like Sam for what I know about her, but neither of us considered the other a friend, so there was an air of awkwardness as we walked. "So, you and Chris," Sam starts. "You're cousins, right?"

"Yes ma'am," I nod.

"So, you know each other really well, or what?" I shoot Sam a look of confusion.

"Uhm, yeah, he's my best friend. Why?" A smile creeps onto my face. "Should I hook you up, or...?"

"No! No, haha, Jordan," Sam's complexion was already rosy from the biting cold, but I swear I could nearly see the steam from the snow rising from her face. "I'm just trying to make conversation. Shit, you remind me of my mother. She's been trying to get us together for... whatever reason." I laugh and nearly fall over a lifted branch. The mountain was feeling steeper as we continued on.

"Chris is a really good guy. He used to be kind of douchey when we were younger, but he's really grown into himself. He definitely pulls his annoying pranks, still, but it's highly preferable to the old things he and Josh used to get up to." Sam nods. She's much more athletic than I am so she's a bit further ahead of me now.

"Speaking of Josh, what's your guys' deal?" She stops to let me catch up.

"Our deal? What do you mean?"

"I mean I can't tell if you hate each other or have never wanted to be with another person so much in your life." This time, I do fall over, slipping on some ice and falling face first into a hill of soft snow. It's deep enough that I sink in, the white powder covering my ears enough for Sam's laughter to be muffled. She helps me up, snorting once, which makes me laugh a little, too.

"Uhm, well," I start, my mouth suddenly dry. "He was my bully, growing up." Sam tilts her head before beginning to brush the snow off me. "Made me cry a lot. The hating each other is much closer than... the other thing you said." She hums in response.

"I don't know, there's always been this way he looks at you," she says, just above a whisper. We continue to walk, the cable car building now in view. It doesn't take long before she's starting to pull ahead of me again. "I can't put a finger on it, myself, but it's just... different." I can't help but notice Sam's expression, one of confusion and... frustration? I narrow my eyes at the back of her head.

"Probably just your average disdain, or whatever."

"Nothing average about that guy," she retorts. "I don't know."

"He made my grade and middle school life a living hell. Would've been high school, too, if I didn't choose to go to a different one just to avoid him." Sam turns to look at me, her eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Oh, so he bullied you," she says, biting her lip. "Like, really?"

"His first prank on me was putting rats in my locker," I laugh. It's not funny, being scared by fat rats in your locker - but in hindsight, I can't help but laugh.

"Where'd he get the rats from?" Sam asks, smiling as if she wasn't sure if she was allowed to find amusement in my story.

"Biology class," I answer. "Though I'm not sure how he actually snuck them out of there under the teacher's nose."

"Impressive, honestly." Sam sighs. We finally make it through a gate and to the cable cars, where Chris waited with the key. 

"Hello, ladies," He greets, bowing dramatically. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" I bow back, but Sam does not.

"The cable cars, Chris," she says. She's smiling yet she seems unamused. He sighs, continuing the dramatics, and puts the back of his hand on his forehead. 

"Ah, another wench, ignoring me, yet pleased to exploit my services... This world is dark as ever." He turns, swinging his arms, and goes to the door to open it for Sam and I. Sam rolls her eyes and follows Chris.

"Why did Josh have you come back down here just to let us in?" I ask, taking my seat in the car next to Chris. I was thankful we didn't have to wait for its arrival. 

"The Washingtons keep everything locked up to avoid squatters," Chris explains. "You guys are the last up, so, I'm riding back with you." 

"Oh, man, we're last?"

"By an hour or so, yeah." The rest of the ride is silent, the three of us looking out the window at the view. After a while, we eventually make it to the top of the mountain.

"Goddamn it I'm so cold," I huff out as the doors to the car open. "Let's hurry up and get inside, PLEASE!" Chris and Sam laugh at my urgency, trailing behind me as I start into a jog, passing an old picnic table. The lodge slowly comes into view as I continue down the trail, and I smile. I see somebody, and I move a bit faster to catch up. 

I can't help but frown when I see who it is.

"Hi, Josh." I greet. Josh turns around, a smile on his expression. When he notices it's me, though, it disappears.

"Hi, Jordan, glad you could make it," he says through gritted teeth. I hear Chris sigh when he spots Josh and I interracting.

"You guys are so confusing," he says, slapping Josh on the back before draping his arm over his shoulders. He turns to Sam. "One minute, this guy sits next to her INSTEAD OF ME at a pizza place and is being nice, and the next-" Josh tries to shrug him off.

"Chris, would you get-"

"And the next," Chris talks louder to negate Joshua's protests. "He's talking to her like she ran over his dog. Look at the rage in his eyes, man!" I wrap my arms around my shivering figure.

"Can we please go inside?" Josh rolls his eyes, finally stepping out from under Chris's arms and motioning me to follow him in. Sam and Chris exchange a look I can't catch the meaning of.

"Jordan!" Beth squeals. Josh flinches at the noise, but a smile begins to take it's rightful place on his lips. Beth wraps her arms around me in a tight hug, nearly knocking me down.

"Hi, Beth," I laugh, catching my balance and returning the greeting. "Do you greet everyone like this?"

"Yes!" Hannah answers for her sister as she joins in the embrace. Her head snaps to Josh. "Did you say hello, Joshua?" He rolls his eyes.

"Yes, I said hello."

"Did you hug her?" My eyes widen at Hannah. Both her and Beth have not let me go. Before they force Josh to hug me, I butt in.

"There's no need for-" it's too late. Hannah grabs Josh by his shirt and pulls him into the group hug. He groans, but complies, knowing it's futile to battle his younger sisters. He's careful not to touch me.

When they finally let me go, I sigh in relief and smile at them. "It's good to see you."

"We're so glad you could make it," Beth smiles. She adjusts her beanie as she leads me to the couch in the huge living room. "Are you cold?"

"Oh hell yeah," I laugh. "And of course, thank you for inviting me. It actually means a lot." Beth 'aw's at me as she sits down. There's a fireplace going, so instead I move to sit at the edge. It burned, but not too much. "Where's everybody else?" I ask, looking around me. 

"I think they're just settling into their rooms," Beth answers. "Josh and Hannah are probably in the kitchen. Do you want to see where you're sleeping?"

"Later," I say, smiling at her. "I'd like to warm up first." She smiles back at me.

"Sure thing. Do you mind if I take your bag to your room?" 

"You don't have to do that."

"We're your hosts! I want to." I laugh softly and nod. Beth happily stands from her spot on the couch to take my bag upstairs to wherever they had me sleeping. As she disappears from view, Emily and Mike pass her on the stairs, followed by Ashley and Matt. 

"Oh, she's here! Didn't think you'd make an appearance," Emily says, looking me up and down in annoyance. 

"I said I'd be here," I respond softly. My eyes turn to the others behind her. None of them make eye contact with me, staring instead at the stairs they walked down. 

"One can still hope you changed your mind!" Emily sighs in a mocking tone, a sarcastic smile on her face. Jess appears, walking quickly down the stairs past Emily and moving to you.

"Hi, Jordan!" Jessica greets me warmly, giving me a quick hug. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't completely shocked at this. Jess was never outright mean to me, but a kind, excited welcome was the last thing I'd expected from her. I'm not one that's familiar with perfumes, but whatever Jess was wearing smelled immaculate.

"Uhm, hey, Jess," I respond. "You smell really good." Mentally, I'm slapping myself. Was that weird to say? She pulls away from the hug. Her smile is wider, now.

"Oh, thank you! It's actually brand new, I bought it this morning before I -"

"Excuse me!" Emily huffs, attempting to shoulder check me as she goes to the couch. I'm able to dodge it, being checked enough to know when it's about to happen. I sigh heavily. She went completely out of her way to do that, I'm nowhere near the couch. I'm so close to asking what her deal is when Jess continues.

"Emily is my girl, she's actually really great she's just, like, really tired or something. I don't know. Try to not take her too seriously, okay?" she takes both of my hands into hers and looks me in the eyes.

"...yeah, okay," I agree. She thanks me before turning to go sit on the couch with the others, her twin pony-tails bouncing. I awkwardly wave at them all. Ashley smiles meekly and nods while Matt offers me a small wave back. Mike glances at me and nods so slightly I can barely see it, which I can only assume is at my own mercy.

"Okay party people," Josh starts, walking back into the living room. "Now that we have everybody here..." Chris, Sam, and the twins follow behind him. "Thank you all for coming. Drinks are in the kitchen... Now let's get fucking wasted!" Josh throws his hands into the air and mock cheers while the others whoop. I step back until my back is to the wall, trying to stay out of the way as everyone heads to the kitchen.

I'm not sure why I'm trying to hide. It's not like I wasn't invited. It's not like I'm not welcome - though, I can't help but feel that I'm not. Other than the twins and Chris, nobody seemed to actually enjoy my presence. I decide that, for now, I'll stay near the fire.

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"Jordan!" Chris calls, walking to me with a drink in his hand. "Are you cooked yet?" I look up from my phone to see him. He was walking just fine, but it was just crooked enough for me to know he was tipsy. It had been two hours since Josh had announced drinks were available, and no one appeared to have wasted a second.

"Cooked?" I smile, confused. "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean?" he sits down next to me, his drink nearly spilling. It was filled to the brim. "You've been around this fire all night! Are you going to come hang out, or, what?" I cross my arms and shrug.

"I think you'll be okay without me."

"But I want you around," Chris says, softly. "You're my family, I love you. And I love having you around, and I love having my friends around." He drapes an arm over my shoulder, and I lean into him. "Having my favorite cousin and all of my friends in the same place is honestly just amazing for me." I sigh again, my walls crumbling.

"Fine, I'll hang out." Chris springs up in excitement. This time, he does spill his drink. I'm not familiar enough with alcohol to know what it was, but the smell tells me it's strong.

And half of it is on my jeans.

"Oh, shit, Jordan, I'm sorry," Chris apologizes. I laugh and tell him not to worry as Hannah comes over to me.

"I'll show you where your room is, if you want to change!" she offers. I nod, and she begins leading the way. Once we're up the stairs, she stops and turns to me.

"What do you think of Mike?" she asks, her tone hushed but excited. My eyebrows raise in surprise.

"Mike? Emily's boyfriend?" I ask. I look around as if Emily could be hearing us. "I don't know, I feel like speaking his name will curse me to eternal damnation." Hannah laughs and pushes my shoulder. As quickly as we stopped, we continued down the hall. When we get to the last wooden door, she opens it for me. I thank her as I walk in, and she follows to sit on my bed while I kneel at my bag.

"C'mon, tell me what you think! He's handsome, right?" She's a bit louder now that there's no way we can be heard.

"Yeah, I guess so," I admit. It was common knowledge.

"Oh, my God, you guess so? Jordan, he's so dreamy." Hannah flops back onto my bed and sighs, as if lovestruck. As I find a pair of pants, I stand and side-eye her. "His hair, his eyes, his muscles? I just CAN'T!" She smacks a pillow onto her face and squeals in excitement.

"I guess he's also taken," I say. Hannah removes the pillow and rolls her eyes. "But, he seems nice. I don't know. Not really my type." At that, she sits up like Michael Myers. I feel instant regret as I knew what she was going to ask me. I start to pull my pants down, covering myself as much as possible.

"So, what is your type?" I sigh for what feels like the millionth time that day.

"I don't know, Hannah, I never really paid attention to that sort of stuff."

"There has to be something, Jordan," Hannah insists, standing up as I pull on a pair of grey sweatpants. "Eye color? Hair? Bald? Do you like muscles? C'mon Jordan, give me something!" I look in the mirror and take off Sam's jacket and my oversized hoodie, ignoring Hannah for a moment as I thought about what my 'type' was. My t-shirt is form fitting, but not skin tight.

"I like green eyes," I offer quietly. It's the first thing I can think of, and I hope that will satisfy her. I look at her in the reflection of the mirror and there's something in her expression that worries me.

Mischief.

"I'll accept that for now," she sighs, failing to hide her scheming grin. "C'mon, Jordan, no more hiding. Everybody is already tipsy so they'll totally be way nicer."

"If you say so."

"I do." Hannah smiles at me and takes my hand.

"You Washingtons," I laugh. "What's up with your family and taking people by the hand when you take them somewhere?" Hannah bursts out laughing. When we get to the kitchen with everyone else, her smile is wide.

"What's so funny?" Emily asks, tilting her head. I suddenly felt as though I was in trouble.

"Jordan just pointed out upstairs that the Washington family has a thing with holding hands when we take someone somewhere," Hannah giggles.

"Oh, shit, she's right!" Josh gasps. "Duuuude." Chris bumps his shoulder against Josh's.

"Duuuude!" They suddenly start shoving each other back and forth, everyone else in the kitchen giving way immediately as if this were a common occurrence. I lean over to Ashley, who noticeably leans away as if in disgust. I ignore this.

"Does this happen often?" I murmur. She laughs and seems to relax some.

"Yes." The boys were on the floor now, wrestling and laughing. Hannah is whispering something to Beth, and both of them are glancing at me. If they were trying to hide the topic of their conversation, they had failed miserably.

"...I like your hat." I compliment softly. Ashley seems surprised by this, but her smile doesn't falter.

"Thanks, Jordan."

"AND I AM THE MIGHTY WINNER!!" Josh exclaims, making me jump. He stands up quickly, stumbling some as he does. Once he catches his balance, he places a foot atop Chris's chest. He was playing dead, eyes closed and sticking his tongue out. Josh is breathing heavily and laughing. Everyone in the kitchen applauds, laughing and cheering - Emily, even, though not without a major roll of the eyes. My own smile is wide enough that it feels strenuous.

Josh's face was red from the exercise and his thick, dark hair was messy and disheveled. Though it was usually brushed back, it was tousled to the point where it was stuck to his forehead in sweat. Josh's hair was never in his face, so it was odd to see. He's breathing heavily, his winning smile never leaving his face even as Chris starts to get up.

I don't realize I'm staring until Josh looks up at me, locking eyes with mine. My smile drops. His own falters, but he doesn't look away. I gulp and I can feel my face growing hot with embarrassment. He looks as if he's scanning my facial features, trying to figure me out. For a moment I swear he glances at my body. It's not until Jess suddenly bumps my shoulder and hands me a drink that I'm able to snap out of it. She gives me a wide-eyed 'what was that??' look as she turns back away from me to talk to Mike and Emily. I look over at Josh again, and he's no longer looking my way.

Why was he looking at me like that? I furrow my eyebrows and look into whatever Jess handed me in a red solo cup. I feel a hand on my shoulder and I look up at Hannah. She smiles sweetly at me, raising her eyebrows in excitement. I wonder what she's doing, but when she looks down at my drink I understand she's trying to be encouraging in her own drunken way.

"Jordan, you don't gotta, uhm, drink that, if you don't wanna," Josh says, bumping hips with his sister hard enough to have her stumbling a few feet. "If you don't feel safe, y'know?" He stands up straight and reaches for my drink. "You gotta feel safe when you're under my care." My heart skips a beat and I pull the cup away from his hand. He gives me a surprised yet concerned look. I take a deep breath and put the cup to my lips.

This isn't my first time drinking. It won't be my first time drunk. Around people, however? Yes, this was a first. The only person I've been drunk around was Chris during a couple of our cousin sleep overs in high school. I not only sip my drink, I gulp it down quickly. It burns. It's not good. I knew, right as I took my final gulp, that I was fucked. Everybody had migrated out of the kitchen by now and into different parts of the lodge, leaving Josh, Chris and I in the kitchen. I can already feel the heat from the alcohol begin to buzz around my cheeks.

"Duuuude." says Chris.

"Broooo..." says Josh.

"Guuuuys...." says I. Chris and Josh laugh at me.

I laugh, too, and I feel good.

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Hey y'all, thanks for reading! I'm really glad to be posting another chapter so soon after the last - and there will likely be another very soon! I'm in the writing zone right now, I suppose.

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Can I request the dirtiest thing you can write about wonho and m!reader. Preferably where the reader is a nerd and wonho is a jock or himbo type boyfriend. Please and thank you!

PAIRING: Lee Hoseok (Wonho) x Nerd!M!Reader GENRE: Smut, Fluff WARNING(S): gay slurs, jock wonho, nerd x jock, wonho bullying reader, dubcon, manipulation, mentioned beating, power bottom reader, no foreplay, blackmailing, slight yandere theme (m!reader), exhibitionism, voyeurism, pervert Wonho, degradation, spanking, choking, orgy (?) SUMMARY: Wonho should've think twice before he masturbated to a girl's underwear. Or else he wouldn't have been caught in a very "hot" situation.

(P.S. THIS CONTAINS BLACKMAILING AND STUFFS. I'M WARNING Y'ALL)

(P.P.S. I don't exactly know what being "himbo" means, so I don't think I've portrayed Wonho as a himbo)

"Ah, fuck.." The muscled man groaned as he jerked himself off in the girl's locker room, a pink underwear he stole from one of the girls yesterday was up his nose as he sniffed on it. "Shit," he moaned, gathering speed on his hand movements that was on his dick.

(bold) Holy shit. This smells so good. (end) He thought before he felt that familiar coil just below his stomach as his breaths became ragged, nearing his climax. "Oh god, fuck!" He groaned as he threw his head back and with a silent gasp, ropes of white strings came spurting out from his cock. "Hooooly shit," he muttered as he leaned on the locker, recovering from his high before using the underwear to wipe his cum-painted hand and dick.

Just then, a white flash blinded Wonho's eyes. This made the said male panic as he looked around, but to his dismay. Deciding that someone must've been there, he threw the underwear at a nearby trash bin and placed his flaccid cock back in his pants and exited.

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You walked through the hallways with your books clutched closely into your chest, making sure to avoid every student that is close by. Fixing your glasses on top of your nose, you stopped before looking at the field, admiring the athletes that were busy playing soccer.

"Hey, look," you heard someone speak as they neared you, making you turn towards the owner. You looked down at your feet before offering a small bow and attempted to walk past them, but they were obviously stronger than you as they held on to your arm. "Where're you going?"

Hearing Wonho's voice, you looked up at him then just stared at him before looking away. "I-I'm off to class. Please let go," you pleaded but only heard snickers before they pushed you down, your books getting scattered on the floor. "Ugh."

Wonho smirked. "Aww? Off to class? Weren't you busy checking out the players, fag?" He spoke, you only grumbling as you fix your classes then attempted to get your books, but one of Wonho's friends pushed you down with his foot which sent stumbling back down.

"Please, I have to go. I don't want to be late," you pleaded but again it only fell on deaf ears as they only snickered and pulled you up by your uniform. "Wh-where are you taking me? I really have to go to class," you explained but the gang only teased you before you were all inside an abandoned classroom.

They pushed you down on the floor and began to beat you up with no remorse, all you could do was try to shiled yourself using your arms. And a little while later, with bruises evident on your back, neck, arms, legs did they eventually stop.

As they walked away from the scene, Wonho managed to catch that maniacal look on your face before they exited the classroom. "Let's go. We'll be late for basketball practice," he said as they ran towards the gymnasium.

Later that same day, the athletes (including Wonho) were finally done with their practice. Wonho was already changing into his uniform as he hung a towel over his drying hair. "Wonho, we'll be going first, man," one of his teammate said before saluting the mentioned male and exited the locker room.

At this point, no one else was inside the area…or so he thought. As he dried his hair, Wonho sat down and opened his phone, searching through the internet for women with big fronts. (bold) Damn, what'd I have to do to–(end)

A loud crash was heard from behind the lockers which startled the male, making him look around. "Do ghosts exist?" He muttered before going into a fighting position. "Come out! I-I'm ready to fight you!"

As soon as he said that, you walked out from the dark, eyes hidden behind your long fringes. Wonho rolled his eyes upon seeing you appear in front of him, arms crossed with a smug grin evident on his lips. "Oh, it's only you. What? You want to get beaten up again?"

You looked up at him, your eyes looking mad crazy before you lifted your phone and showed him the picture you took earlier. Wonho gasped and attempted to get your phone but you were fast enough to react as you retracted your hands and placed it inside your pocket. "Hey! What the hell?"

"You should know better than to jerk off in the girl's locker room, Wonho," you started as you neared him with a smirk plastered on your mouth. "Masturbating to a girl's underwear? Foolish and pathetic," you insulted the male before you charged at him and pushed him down on the floor.

The other male let out a surprised groan as he touched his bottom. Before he knew it, you were already on top of him which surprised him. "Wh-what are you doing?" Wonho asked and tried to get off but he soon realized that his hands were tried. "What? How…?"

"Don't let your guard down, Wonho. Out of your group, you've always been the dumbest out of them," you insulted him before placing your hands onto his pecs, squeezing them harshly which earned you a breathy gasp from the male, the smile on your face turning maniacal as you got hard at Wonho's reactions. "No one else can have you, but me. Only I get to be the one who you beat up, call me names, whatever. Just me."

Your words made Wonho shiver in fear as he tried to push you away. But despite your smaller stature, you wouldn't even budge an inch. "Are you insane? You're out of your mind, fag!" Wonho shouted but was soon silenced whe you began unzipping his pants. "What the—I'm not gay!"

You only laughed like a crazy witch as you went back to face him. "Look, Wonho. I don't think you know who is in charge right now. It's me, you can call me anything you want. Anything, and I'd be grateful," you pointed out before going back to undoing his pants.

Wonho could only sit there in horror, watching as you fish his dick out of his boxers. "For a talker, you seem pretty hard already. You sure you're not gay?" You teased him, using your index finger to tap the tip of fhe other male's cock.

"I'm not like you, whore," he stated but it only turned you on as you grinded your clothed member onto his exposed cock. "Hngh.."

"Wonho, I'm also hard. Aren't you happy? We're both hard for each other, it's like we're made for each other," you stated before you placed a hand on Wonho's cock, moving your hand up and down which earned you a breathy moan from the male. "Oh, you're getting bigger. I'm so glad I got myself ready before this," you commented, licking your lips as if you were staring at a five-course meal.

Then you stopped, Wonho's chest heaving up and down as he looked at you with red-tinted cheeks. "Wonho, you look so much delectable like this," you said, your cheeks colored the same as his before you stood up and begun to unbutton your pants, only feeling yourself get harder at how panicked the other male was.

"G-get away from me, bitch! Hey!" He shouted but you only neared him and squished his cheeks together. You looked dead straight into his eyes, your own eyes wide open in anger which scared the other male.

"You're gonna shut up or I'll make you," you threatened the other male who gulped but stayed silent anyway as he looked down at you. "Good boy," you muttered and patted his hair.

Wonho watched as you removed your pants and underwear, stepping out of them before going back onto his lap. "My hole is all ready for your big cock, Hoseok. I am so ready for you to pierce my ass with your dick," you stated as if you were in some sex frenzy.

The jock saw how you removed the plug that was placed inside your ass and dropped it down on the floor. "You're fucking crazy," Wonho said yet you only shrugged and lifted your hips, holding onto his hard dick as you lined it towards your entrance. "Fuck! I'm not gay, you whore!"

And like usual, you didn't listen to hi. and only prioritized your own pleasure. "We'll finally become one, Hoseok," you stated as you slowly slipped the tip of his cock into your hole, your face contorting into a pleasured look as you held onto the others v-line. "Here we go."

Just as you said that, you dropped your body down onto his lap and let out a loud moan, cumming on the spot as you threw your head back and arched your body in ecstasy, Wonho gritting his teeth at how impossibly tight your ass was. "So tight," he uttered out before you looked down at him and smirked.

Wonho couldn't deny the fact how he loved your tight walls hugged his huge cock. No one's ever managed to get it inside their pussies but here you are, taking it through your ass like a champ. "Fuuuck, your cock is so big. Do you like it, Wonho? Like it, dog?"

Somehow, that made Wonho's cock twitch inside you before he looked away and gulped. "Oh, slut. Don't be embarrassed. I'll give you everything you want," you pointed before you began to move yourself on his cock at a normal pace, Wonho looking down as to not let you see his reactions. "My god! Does my hole feel good, Wonho? Huh? I know it does."

"N-No way," Wonho stated but was taken a back when you took a hold of his huge pecs, making him moan as he clenched his fists behind him. "Get awa–agh, fuck."

You began to speed up, earning a few ragged breaths from the other male and satisfied groanas which never failed to make your cock twitch. "I'm gonna make you cum inside me until I'm full of it, until my hole takes the shape of your cock. And no one can ever satisfy you again, unless it's me."

Wonho could hear the seriousness in your voice as you said that, your words making him annoyed. "There's no way in hell that a fag's hole is gonna make me cum," he said with a snarl, looking at you. You stopped bouncing on his cock then smirked before you began to grind your ass on his lap. "Gh—ngh!"

"Really? Reallyy? Your cock is already twitching inside me," you said but was cutoff when his phone rang. You looked at him with a curious look, before it became a mischievous grin then you grabbed it from his bag and gave it to him. "Answer it. And tell them to come."

"What the fu—"

You accepted the call for him and neared him, placing the phone over his ear. "H-Hello?"

"Hey, Hoseok. The guys and I are planning to have a drinking party. Wanna come?" The guy started and before Wonho could even answer, you mouthed the words 'Invite them here' to him which he knew that he had no choice but to do so.

Wonho cleared his throat. "I'm still at the locker room—ah fuck," he moaned out as you unexpectedly began to move your hips, warming up his huge cock as you did. You heard a confused sound come from the other line before Wonho managed to get his composure. "C-come to the locker rooms, bye."

He stated before you ended the call and placed it beside him. "Now that wasn't hard, was it? As a reward, I'll take the binds off you. But if you so ever try to escape or hurt me, it's 'bye-bye' to your reputation," you threatened him, the other male gritting his teeth in anger before you chuckled and removed the binds on the other male's hands. "There, all gone--woah!"

In under one second, Wonho managed to get the upper hand as he pushed you down on the floor, almost folding you in two. A surprised look was etched on your face before it turned into a grin, you hooked your arms over the other male's neck and chuckled darkly. "I see. You want to take control?" You stated but almost flinched when Wonho slammed his whole length inside you, a loud moan coming out of you as you threw your head back and scratched his back.

"Like that, fag? Now I get to control this, not you. I'm only doing this as revenge," he defended himself and began to fuck your hole at a fast pace, eliciting sinful moans out of you. "You should know who you're messing with, bitch!" Wonho shouted before landing a harsh slap on your ass, making you gasp as you looked at the male with a lust-gazed smile.

You chuckled. "Oh my god! You're hitting all the right places, Wonho! Fuck me, fuck me harder! Deeper!" You exclaimed, already noticing the group of eyes tat were staring at you two behind by the entrance. (bold) Seems like Hoseok still failed to notice the other guys.(end) You thought, before you decided to tale things into your own hands. "What are you doing there, boys? Don't you see your team captain's enjoying himself right now?" You spoke up, making Wonho stop as he looked up and saw his teammates staring at you two, obvious tents in their pants.

"I-It's not what it looks like," he tried to explain but you cut him off.

"Oh it is what it looks like, Wonho. You're enjoying my boy pussy. Doesn't that make you…kind of gay?" You teased the other male but instead of pulling back, he began to fuck your ass again, making you moan and chuckle every time he hit those bundle of nerves inside you. "Fuck! Wonho, slow down. No one's taking you from me, we have all night."

The other male growled in anger before he let go of your legs and placed his hands around your neck, making your eyes widen but softened after as you threw your head back at the pressure around your neck. "Shut up! Shut up, fag! I'm not gay! I'm not like you!" He shouted, before you two were suddenly surrounded by his teammates. "The hell are you all doing?!"

They only stared at your blissful look before they removed their pants and began to jerk themselves off to the rhythm of Wonho's thrusts. Tilting your head to the side, you smirked and did a snappng action. "Seems like you all are pent up. My friends are waiting outside," you pointed out and just as you did, three boys entered the locker room and went down on their knees, the other boys immediately taking a place in front of them.

"Is this your plan, whore?" Wonho said before he fastened his pace, you locking your legs around his waist before you felt the pressure on your neck grow softer. "To make us gay? Huh?"

His words got you silent but you laughed like an evil witch and pushed him down towards you by his hair. "To make you gay? Hoseok, your teammates have been gay the whole time. Who;re you kidding? Even Hyungwon and Shownu, your 'so-called' best friends who beat me up earlier," you pointed out, the revelation making Wonho stop. "Why? Shocked?"

"Fuck you, M/N!" Wonho shouted and began to fuck your ass aggressively, your moans only growing louder as you pulled on his hair, your cock leaking more pre-cum as it bounced on both your stomachs. "Erk--ngh," he sounded, before his thrusts became sloppy and his brathing became ragged. "Fuck, fuck. Shit. I'm cumming," he announced before he leaned his head onto your shoulder and let his cum dribble inside your. You jerked yourself off and came a few seconds later.

"Didn't that feel good? Let's go for another round."

A little while later, you and Wonho were the only ones left inside the locker room, cum painting your stomach and his. You don't exactly know how much round syou two have did it, but it sure as hell made you tired. "Now be a good boy and stay," you ordered him, before you got up from the bench and made your way towards the showers.

Just as you did, Wonho took that as an advantage to look yfor your phone. Fortunately, he found it and it didn't have a password. "Dumb whore," he pointed out before going to the gallery to search for the video. "Gotcha," he stated and deleted it. Then a few minutes later, you got back out, all naked and wet as you walked towards Wonho, grabbing the towel that was placed on his lap. "Not so smart, are you? Leaving your phone unattended and with no passwor at that."

He showed you your phone and saw that the video was now erased. The scared look on your face made Wonho smirk as he threw it to your chest. With how fast your face changed from surprised to mocking made Wonho's smile disappear as you made your way towards your locker and got your back, dumping out the contents of the bag in front of Wonho. He grabbed one and was surprised when he saw that it was him again, but now with that lady he was with last week. "A phone is not the only device I have, Hoseok. And a smart person would be able to tell that. So if you don't want these to be spread around. you have to do as I tell you, got that?"

Wonho hesitated before he looked at you with his teeth gritted. "Okay."

"Good boy."

[weirdfreakshow]

sweating because im. im being a freak fr . Fr . im trying so hard to be normal but i Cannot.

scarian petplay . scar is a cute little puppy. thsts all he is . grian keeps him on a leash allll day, whilst he’s wearing absolutely nothing else but a collar . he’s grian’s puppy , puppies dont wear clothes. and puppies dont speak, and puppies dont use their hands - so scar is reduced to a whimpering mess every time he wants something, has to be fed either from grian’s hands or in a little dog bowl. he’s kept in a cage when grian has to go out for an extended period of time. if he misbehaves he’s kept in the cage all night. if he’s a good dog he’s allowed to curl up on the bed with him. if he’s a REALLY good dog then grian yanks him by the leash and lets him fuck him, petting his head as he needily whines,, just a horny little puppy fucking his owner . he’s allowed to cum inside, but only if he cleans him up with his tongue afterwards . “good puppy. good boy.” as he looks up at him from where he’s lapping up his own cum, spilling out of grian

puppy scar you will forever be famous to me - 🐕 (if thats not taken,,)

HOOOOLY FUCKING SHIT. WOW. EPIC. THAT'S SOOO INSANE I LOVE IT. Its so hard getting used to it at first, but he eventually learns!!! he's not even allowed to use human words anymore .... Just whines and barks as he desperately fucks Grian <3

[teddybeartoji]

hi mickey!!! i have some suguru thoughts i wanna share 😁 i think suguru is such an affectionate and sweet boyfriend.. he's so soft spoken with you, leaning down, practically PURRING into your ear when he talks.. and he's really touchy, always has to have an arm around you, and when you're both at home you best bet you'll always be on his lap or beside him or underneath him or on top of him 🤭

when you're both on the couch he purposefully sits in the middle, manspreading like crazy and refusing to move so you'll be forced to sit on his lap :3 his big arms will wrap around your waist and not even a few minutes in he's already peppering your cheek with soft kisses.. how are you even going to finish the series you're watching at this rate if he's always doing this ?! you're not complaining though.. especially when his hand slips inside your shirt and he starts gently kneading your tummy with his big warm hand teehee

thats all .. cuddly suguru 😁 runs away

OH MY GOD NONNNIEEE!!!!!!!!!!! SUGURU IS THE SWEETEST FUCKING BOYFRIEND EVER I LOVE HIM SOOOSO FUCKING MUCH!!!!!! AND YOU'RE SO RIGHT ABOUT EVERYTHING BTWW!!!! he is suuuuper super soft spoken i really feel like he never raises his voice ever like not even when you do happen to have a fight yk?? and the purring into the ear thing ohhh my godddd.... he knows exactly what he's doing too he loves to see you squirm lmao aand yesss!!!!!!!!! he always wants to be close to you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lets you rest your feet on his lap while he's reading!!!!!!!!!! and i feel like he really really loves holding your hand too,, he doesn't really say it but he looooves it!!!!! it makes him feel so safe<333333333

SITTING ON HIS LAPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111 HOOOOLY FUCK MY EYES JUST ROLLED BACK INTO MY HEADDD I NEED THAT SOOO BAD!!!! ohhh and he just loooves holding you there like he absolutely adores pulling you flush to him like that,, his chest is against your back and he's kissing your cheek and resting his head on your shoulder. maybe he's even reading the lines out with you just to fluster you some more yk? he's a little shit like that but we love him!!!!! cough he might uhh move you back and forth a little on his lap too cough HE JUST LOVES TO SEE YOU GET A LITTLE EMBARRASSSEDD OKAY HE LOVES IT SO MUCH HE THINKS YOU'RE SOOSO CUTEE>:333333333333

[outsiders-owen]

.

.

.

Pastry said you wanted to meet?

I- Yeah, yeah. Yeah, I guess- I guess I did say that, I-

We should go where no one will see us. They all think you're dead or something.

Do you think I'm stupid? Owen, I- I want to be able to trust me, but every single time that's happened, it hasn't ended well.

...

Apo, do you remember way back when? I made you a promise, then.

...What? What are you talking about?

I said, and I quote: "Apo, of course I'm not going to hurt you. Never in a million years. I'll do a lot of things, but I will never hurt you. Ever."

.

And a lot of things have- have happened, and I- I don't really know who I am right now, or what I believe. Hell, half of me thinks I should lock you up right now- NO! Sorry, sorry- I'm not going to, I'm just- don't leave, please-

...Owen, I don't- I don't know about this...

Apo, please. Please.

...

And- and I never told you this- but after I learnt that you, you flipped the lever, I went to Soup about it. And I talked to her. And she told me- she told me- she told me that you'd had my back through thick and thin, and this was just one slip-up. She said you did an awful thing, but- but you're allowed to forgive people. She told me that fear makes people act strangely, and- and she said you were feeling so much fear.

Owen-

Let me finish.

I don't-

P- hhhh. I can't- please.

Are you crying?

.

As- let me keep talking. This is important.

Because then when you were in jail, I wrote you that letter, do you remember?

I- yes, Owen, of course I remember-

I don't know- I don't know how that ended up for you, or how you felt about that, but what I do know is that- is that when I walked into- into that prison, barely breathing, and let you out, you-

You helped me. You hadn't seen me in months, and you helped me, and I don't- I don't-

Breathe. You're- Owen, you're going to choke on your tears, you need- you need to sit down-

SHUT UP!

...

I'm sorry- I- I need to keep talking, please let me keep talking-

...

Th- thank you. And when I got my memories back- I don't know- I-

I want to be better. I was happier when I- I don't know. I still think- your kind- is not to be trusted, and I think you're liars, and thieves, and-

Hhh.

But I'm- I've decided, I'm just going to sit tight, and- and I'm not going to kill you.

What a relief.

I promised. I don't break my promises.

You've hurt me in the past-

Before I made that promise. Past resets, past lives.

...

So if I'm to believe... this, then... what's next? Why did we meet? Do you have some grand plan to get us out of here, or-

We met up because I missed you, you idiot.

oh

You're my best friend, I can't- I can't believe I've killed you, so many times, I- I'm sorry. And that'll never be enough, never, but I am. I am so, so sorry.

Apo, I love you, and I miss you, and I'm sorry.

That's- that's all I can offer.

oh.

I love you too.

.

What?

You heard me.

But I hurt you. I- I killed you. I stabbed you, and called you vile, and- and I don't-

I used to tell you I loved you, didn't I?

I mean, yes, but-

And I remembered everything then. Owen, I will always forgive you. No matter what. You're my anchor, here, and every time the story resets, those months when we're the best of friends, before I pull the lever- because I have to pull the lever, every time, I have to- that's the time I look forward to. That's- that's my favorite part of life.

F- fuck-

I thought you didn't swear-

Oh my god, you are actually- holy shit, bro, clean up those tears-

.

.

.

Do you, like, want a hug? Or something?

...

It's okay if not-

Sorry, it's just- you're a demon, and I know you're not like the others, but I can't-

Okay, so first off, we're gonna need to work on that racism, hooooly moly. Secondly, you've hugged me plenty of times before, and never contracted whatever deadly demon desease you seem to think you're gonna get. So bring it in.

...

pt pt ptp tp pt

OH-

I didn't mean run into me at full pelt, I-

Too bad.

...I missed you.

I missed you too.

[vii-is-free]

Leona goes to Hogsmeade

Nothing to see here! Just a new recap with much BETTER screenshots.

Not going to lie, I had my screenshots from the Switch lined up for this recap, and I (slightly) considered redoing everything with the PC version. But then I’d be like Taylor Swift, and I'm not attention starved enough to release 50 billion versions of the same god damn thing.

I do have to share this comparison though, because hooooly shit

“I love you, it’s RUINING MY LIIFE”

After Professor Weasley tried to interrogate me about Dragongate (why AREN'T we telling her whats going on, Fig?), she let me decide to go to Hogesmede with either Natty or Sebastian or Chloe or Sam or Sophie or MARCUS (WHO IS MARCUS, TAYLOR?)

But first - PULL THE STRING AND I'LL TELL YOU THAT HE RUNS BECAUSE HE LOVES ME

But for real, Sebastian, WHY ARE YOU RUNNING. YOU'RE OUT OF BREATH, STOP IT.

My favorite part of Hogsmede? FINALLY being able to walk through this bridge without a fucking loading screen.

Here's Leona's wand! Hornbeam wood, unicorn core, rigid, 9.5 inches

And here's feminist hero Leona telling Snelly to stay away from her face.

Oh, Snelly! (I love her, acutally)

And now for the fun part - date time with Sebastian!

NOOOO WORST DATE EVER

Or was it on par for the two of them? They do look pretty power-couple-ish here.

So we head to The Three Broomsticks where Sebbie sings our praises and we meet my favorite adult character in the game, Sirona Ryan.

She's just so fucking awesome. And I like to think her existence is a big fuck you to Joanne (but that's a conversation for a different post).

Victor really is the fucking worst, the voice actor did a GREAT job making him sound like the creep he is.

LIKE this line gave me the fucking ICK so bad!! Props to Jason Anthony!

I had to screenshot this moment bahahahahhaa Leona looks so fucking DONE with this day. We just wanted to go to Honeyduke's and flirt with Sebastian, we don't wanna be the hero!

In other news, did you know Matty Healy's fiance has a pet rat? Now she has two.

[seventeenlovesthree]

OPLA episode 1 - first impressions

Just randomly trying to summarize my thoughts here, because they are in no way coherent yet, but hooooly shit, I like where this is going. SPOILERS AHEAD.

I decided to start watching in English, then in Japanese, then in German - because I would assume that'd be the best order to judge both the best and worst parts of this. Best as in "the intentions of the dialogue, the framing and hinting", worst in "Oh God, the cringe is real". So far, there obviously have been a few lines that have been very obvious, because you HAVE to translate a lot of things that work for an anime INTO this setting. More tell than show so to speak, but I feel like that's perfectly fine for the medium.

Luffy is endearing - the first thing you can tell in comparison to anime!Luffy is that he's got that positive main-character-energy that not only speaks his thoughts out loud, but also tries his best to make you see what kind of character you are dealing with. He was brash, stubborn and had very one-dimensional (and toxic) ideas of what and how a man/pirate needs to be - just to be taught kindness, perseverance and a positive attitude and by Shanks and I think that is displayed beautifully here. He does not get shy to approach everyone he meets with good will - on one hand, because he obviously wants to build his crew. On the other hand - it just shows who he is. The CGI works really well for him as well, the "stretchy kind" really doesn't seem too much out of place, but I would assume it's easier to accept it when you are already used to "anime logic".

This is a comment that was made a lot on Twitter already - so here's to the bi-/pansexual squad, because this series knows exactly what it is doing with the fanservice eye-candy. Zoro, so far, got the most impressive camera-angles/cinematography. The mysterious, aloof framing, the detailed and VERY immersive fight scenes/choreography - he's not only coming across as stoic and lone-wolfey, they definitely make sure you can TELL he is kind at heart too. You can tell he has experienced pain and that's why he insists that he needs to work alone - but if people show HIM kindness, he cannot not react in return. Whether it's Rika - or Luffy, doesn't even matter. That idealistic, kinda annoying kid saved him (and man, the hearts in Luffy's eyes were so present and all over the place, he was IMMEDIATELY enchanted by Zoro and doesn't grow tired of saying it out loud either). Plus, he didn't insist on getting anything in return, even if he still wanted him on his crew... So what happens? Once Zoro sees that he's in trouble, he jumps in to fight as well. And they IMMEDIATELY work off of each other well. "You go above, I go below". As someone who has ALWAYS enjoyed Luffy's and Zoro's dynamic (platonic and otherwise), I am obviously VERY easy to please here, but man, it works. So well. I cannot WAIT to see their Captain/First Mate dynamic develop. Also... I did not expect them to actually let any character use the middle finger??? I mean, good for you, Zoro, you go be edgy as fuck, but hey... (Also, the gay subtext with Helmeppo was definitely... Something...? But I mean... The gay subtext exists with ZoLu too. "Where does the third sword even go...?" I mean... Seriously...)

On the other spectrum of the bi-/pansexual eyecandy, we have Nami. And while she visibly uses her charms (read: physical attributes) to get what she wants, I am HELLA pleased that she wasn't sexualized yet. I really liked the nudge towards her concept art design! Her cheekiness and smartness come across very well. And, MAN, the dynamic with Luffy is PRICELESS. It really has a lot of sibling energy - but it also leaves a lot open. Of course, we're still at the VERY beginning of it, but as a long-term fan of the series, it's hard not to read anything into it ("I will never join anything with you" is beautiful foreshadowing and also interestingly phrased).

Oh Romance Dawn Trio, my heart. The moment they lined up next to each other, Nami and Zoro on each of Luffy's side, insisting "Not a crew/Not together!" was just... Chef's kiss. I love these dorks and their dynamics so much and I cannot wait to see this further emphasized.

Honorable mentions for other characters - I know it has been said many times before, but I really enjoy the casting. Koby is very relatable and he fits the character so well (I literally cannot wait for his glow-up), Shanks gives the vibe of the "kind and sweet everyday guy-mentor" at this point in time so perfectly, Alvida was great so far and I could go on...

Cringe is dead, I am so excited for episode 2.

[aluminumallium]

ACT 3 LIVE POST EXCEPT ITS NOT REALLY LIVE BC I POST IT AFTER BUT I WRITE IT AS IM WATCHING. SPOILERS. PRAY

AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! okay lets go

AWW WAIT IS THAT EKKO AND JINX AT THE BEGINNING? SOOO CUTE

EKKO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY BOY I MISSED YOU! PANIC ATTACK :(

WHAT. WHAT. WHAT OH MY GOD

OMGGGGGGG H GJHBDSFJHBSDCHNISDBHJFCBHJSDFHJN OMG OMG time shenanigans HAHAHHAH YES. FUCK

ALL ATTENTION ON THIS RN. FREAKING IT

SO HE LIKE WENT TO AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE AFTER GOING THRU THE ARCANE OR WHATEVER? HOLY FUCK THATS AWESOME

SHES SO CUUUTEEEE IM CRYING

MYLOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭

HEIMERDINGER KNOWS OHHH FUCK IM RKFJKDIJFSHJFHKJISDFKHJ im going to freak out im freaingout. oh yes its the real heimerdinger ok ok. OH MY GOD HES BEEN THERE FOR A THOUSAND YEARS????????

PASSING OUT IM PASSING OUT IM PASSINGOUT. OLYMPIC LEVEL CRASH OUT GOING ON

WHERE THE FUCK IS HE 😭 SOMEONE GET HIM OUT. THIS IS SOMEWHAT WHAT I EXPECTED BUT THE CIRCUMSTANCES ARE WAY DIFF

....? WHOIS THAT. thats not good. oh man no wonder hes so fucked up dude he ended up in like HOOOOLY FUCK. OH MY GOD VI IS DEAD. FUCK. dude just explain whats going on JUST EXPLAIN IT WTF. IS JAYCE ALIVE IN THIS ONE? IS THAT WHY HE DIDNT GO THERE???? HELP! holy fuck this is so awesome dude

jesus christ he ended up in apocalypse world holy shit. wow. wow. wow this is fucking insane. i cannot overstate how batshit this is

WHAT happened in this one this is freakin me out oh my gyatt Oh no. OH god theories are entering my brain rapid fire

save my boy he aint do nothing wrong 😭 OOO OUCH. WHO IS THAT YEOOOWCHHH

DUDE HE REALLY IS INSANE NOW JESUS CHRIST. HOW IS HE EVEN ALIVE. god hes so sexy like wow LIKE WOW. like wow. jesus christ

AWWWW 😭😭😭😭😭 THEYRE SO CUTE i love them so much dude its unreal. it really is an ideal world huh :(

SHE REALLY IS IN LOVE WITH HIM 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 tiny tiny tiny tiny itty bitty arcane. time loop king!!!

masc men with long hair and middle parts. yup yup yup

AWWW FATHER SON LOVE 😭

WOW SILCO IS SEXY AS FUCK WOW.

POWDER SO CUTE!!!! HEHEHEE

the first 6 episodes i was like This feels a bit fast. this episode is THE PERFECT speed. NO they should. YES! YES!!!!! THEYRE SO SWEETUMS oh no my favorite guy. hows he doooing what is that. hey look its beautiful

thats not good. heimerdinger going hard as fuck.

is that him but dead? is that viktor but freaky. HE REALLY DID DO IT FOR VIKTOR WOW 😭 can i see him. please i really want to see him please PLEASE PLEAAAASE I ASKED SO NICELY.

HE SAID THE LINE HE SAID THE LINE! HE SAID THE LINE! holy fuck heimerdinger is gone. RIP save da world... my finale message...

YUUUP EPISODE 8. OMG MEL! GET OUT OF THERE MY BEAUTIFUL QUEEN!!!!! LETS GO

holy fuck where is she. this is so sick what OMG GLOWING EYES one of my favorite tropes heh..... bro shes in butt fuck nowhere. looking mighty fine beautiful woman. i love you mel i love youuuu <3

mel get out of there :( NO!! NO!!!!! girl she just turned you evil wtf

warwick lives...!...? get that dude out of there :/ viktor i miss you. girl fuck you ambessa. love you though shes so hot. EW GET OUT OF THERE NO!!!!!! THIS IS SO FREAKY THIS IS SO FREAKY. is isha really dead wow. :( loris youre so find

DAMN her hair is so long i never considered it. jinx i love you :( JAAAAAYCE!!!!! BEAUTIFUL KING!!!!!!! YOUR WIFE HAS ARRIVED!!!!!

DOESNT MATTER? STUPID. SHE DOESNT EVEN KNOW WHAT HAPPENED IDIOT OMFG BE NICE oh god WHAT WWHHAT. get out GET OUT OF MYT HEAD GET OUT OF MY HEAD

THE BOYS ARE FIGHTINGGGGG. SO HAS YOUR MIND STUPID. .....? THIS IS SO SAD :( I MISS VIKTOR

him and his beautiful wife. omg other him and his beautiful wife. not convinced thats really sky lmfao

SISTERS😭!!!!! they love each other :( NO!!!!!!!!! NO DONT KILL YOURSELF 😭😭😭😭😭😭 OR WHATEVER SHIT YOURE GONNA DO

you will never be a passenger HMMM....

WAR!!!!!! AND SEX? WHENEVER THAT HAPPENS. my assumption is its cait and vi it just makes sense

makeout challenge wow. WOAH HERE IT IS. OHEREHERE IT IS HERE IT IS LETS GO LETS GO! LETS GO LESBIANS SHOUTS OUT!!!!!!

im out of my league. of legends HA.

ambessa pray for your life like damn

IM SO CURIOUS ABOUT EPISODE 6? WHY DID IT START AND END ON THE SAME SCENE IT DOESNT SEEM TO HAVE LOOPED THERE. oh girl what the fuck

warwick come hooome :(

HGNGG THE LINE stop ive been playing this shit on repeat. WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS IS SO WEIRDDDD EW WHATS HAPPENING TO HIM

i hate it here WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT bro he just became ouppy shaped

LAST EPISODE im unwell btw.

WHERE THE FUCK IS EKKO 😭😭😭😭😭 BOY SAVE THE WORLD

wow she really is trying to kill herself EKKO!!!! YAY YAY. omfg girl youre abt to toast him

this is life is strange core . sorry

im so sad viktor is gone im fucked up. i miss him so bad I MISS HIM SO BAD 😭😭😭😭😭 I MISS YOU VIKTOR IM SORRY I DIDNT LIKE YOU AS MUCH IN SEASON 1 (not that i didnt like him i just didnt like him as much as jayce. they could never make me hate you jayce)

HE SMIRKED A LITTLE? I THINK I JUST FELT MY SOUL LEAVE MY BODY

MUSIC IS NECESSARY FOR WAR BTW

NO SHES DEAD :( war is hell ugh ambessa is bad as hell she looks so good

WHAT IS THIS. oh my godLORIS NO!!!!!!!!! FUCK. WAR IS HELL

FUCKING SHITTTTTT DUDE WHY IS EVERYTHING GOING WRONG FOR THEM

great. FUCK YOU AMBESSA FUCK YOU NOOO MADDIEEEEEEE FUCK YOUUUUUUUU YOU GOTTA KILL YOURSELF

YEAHHHHH FUCK YES FUCK YEAH GET HER ASS. WHERE IS EKKOOOOO

YESSSSS LETS GET IT JINX LETS GO LETS GO LETS GO LETS GO

FUCK YEAHHH LETS GO LETS GO THIS IS SO HYPE HELL YES

YEAHHHH HER HAIR LOOKS FUCKIN SICK HEHAYAHAAA YES this is unreal. this is unreal how hype this is lets fucking go

THIS RANDOM GUY!!!!! SO SICK!!!!!!. uh oh where is he

THATS NOT GOOD. ANOTHER JAYCE AND VIKTOR FIGHT ITS ABOUT TO BE HYPE

HE LOOKS SO STUPID THIS IS UNREAL. i misss viktor so bad. fuck it all this is Not what i meant by warwick come home :(

THIS IS BAD NEWS. BEAT HER ASS CAITLYN. oh god warwick looks so fucking sick this is so insane. sorry my commentary is just THIS IS AWESOME i dont have a lot of thoughts except for that lmfao

his hair looks so dumb on that head lmfao WHAT IS THAT THING oh its like Oh thats not good. its like his uhh its like his in game hand thing. great he has the power to just turn it back on. stupid stupid stupid

cait is about to look so sick with an eye patch for real. MEL IS SO BADDDDD OH MY GODDDDD im obsessed DAMN SHE DIED had to happen.

shes so swag omfg how is this even possible

bro save the world from extinction PLEASE. i cant take this anymore THIS IS NOOOO GOOD GUYS. THIS IS BADGE EVEN

PAUSE i need to pause. how the fuck was viktors hand normal in the post extinction world if he looks like this. pls tell me

VIKTOR STOPPPPPP THIS ISNT YOU BAE oh fuck dude lmfao. this is not good. LOOK FAMILIAR??????? LOOK FAMILIAR?????? DID HE DO THIS ON PURPOSE I CANT TELL!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS SO FUCKED UP

he looks so fuckin stupid btw. just yelled i need to calm down

SAVE THE WORLD!!!!!!!! YES YES EKKO YES. HUGE. small. HUGE. small. SMALL SO SMALL LITERALLY TINY. HUGE???? HUGE???? HOLY FUCK. HOLY FUCK. HOLY FUCK DEEP BNREATHS DEEP BREATHS WHAATTTTT this hurts so bad LMFAO im going to hurt THAT SOUNDED SO BAD IM SORRY WHAT WHAT HWAHTHATHAWEHTHWATSHTASWEHSRTHNBSRTHSER

CRYING CRYING CRYING CRYIJNG CRYING HE LOOKS SO STUPID 😭😭😭😭😭😭 WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT

im cvrying my eyes out i need to kill myself

I AM FUCKING SHELL SHOCKED. I AM FUCKING SHELL SHOCKED

i thinkn warwick is really dead this time vi. i think hes really gone NOT HER TOO. fuck my life FUCK MY LIFE

nothing couldve prepared me for this. its over

at least his daughter is alive at least theres SOMETHING here what the fuck ever.

I FUCKING KNEWWWW SHE'D BE SO BAD WITH AN EYEPATCH LETS GO.

theyre so everything wow. wow. wow.

LETS HERE IT FOR THE JAYVIK SHIPPERS WE GOT CANON JAYVIK LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOO all else banned. FUCK dude. my thoughts? none its so over. wow that was so fucking good. i didnt know it was possible to make a show this good. wow. YUP

[hjnxx]

RANKING&REVIEW! HIJINXX - MASCARA

WRITTEN AND PUBLISHED BY DUMBTRIXX ON STARSHOOT ON JUNE 16TH 2021

what the fuck is UP follow trixxes. hijinxx FINALLY debuted and honestly? the day has finally come, and….

….im a bit whelmed. not under, not over, just whelmed. it was a good song, definitely mostly geared towards english speaking fans, and i can’t say i hate the move. house of cards sucked giant balls. i honestly think the english debut song was smart. so knetz can suck my balls. how it taste, bitches.

mascara is a bad bitch song. point blank period. it’s funky, it’s got a good beat, it’s nothing we haven’t seen before: it’s girl crush. and with the way the survival show went, im not surprised they came in hot with the badass attitude and the idgaf look. good for them! hold your head up high ladies, kq did you so wrong. don’t let that whack ass company ruin your mascara.

CAN WE TALK ABOUT YUINA’S RAP. the music video highlighted her SO. WELL. i won’t be surprised if i open up twitter and see locals ask who tf is that. hooooly shit. go. girl. in the wise words of reverend ariana grande, yuh. i’m so glad she made top four, she’s a STUNNER. also i was genuinely surprised she’s not marketed as a dancer??? i genuinely thought she was main rapper AND dancer. like….

sorry to ahyeonnie, but as marketed Main Dancer….. you need to step up. and im saying that as a house of cards era ahyeon bias. i’ve been rooted for her since day one. this is not a call out or ill placed criticism. this is genuine sadness at another member being praised for what you’re supposed to be doing. and before other trixxes come for me, im hi-4 for life. so don’t even go there. i genuinely want to see all four of them exceed expectations both together and individually!

i don’t have much to say besides micha also served cunt stage and eunji looked cute as hell with her lil outfit combo in the music video. okay. here’s my ranking for the song, at long last.

VOCALS -> 8

RAP -> 8.5

DANCE -> 7

PRODUCTION -> 8

LONGEVITY -> 8.5

MUSIC VIDEO -> 8

STAGE PERFORMANCE -> 9

BIAS -> 9

TOTAL -> 8.25

feel free to decimate me in the comments! <3

[gravehags]

god okay I’m on my lunch break let’s speed run this.

all the ghouls are out for the day, doing their own things. You and Swiss stay in under the guise of having a movie day but OBVIOUSLY you end up just cockwarming him the whole time. Don’t even know what movie he’s got in at this point cause you can’t keep your eyes open which he keeps chastising you for, smacking your thighs and telling you to focus. You think you’re half way through the second movie when the door slams open and phantom rushes in, fiddling with a rock he’d found outside. “Hey Swiss where did you put the uhh the um..” he drops the rock he’s holding and doesn’t even flinch when it hits the ground cause he’s laser focused on you, Swiss spreading your legs further in order to put you on display. swiss tilts his head and smirks, “where’s the what, bug?”

phantom can’t even get out any words, just a whine, his tail starting to shake rapidly.

Swiss grips your hips and a small thrust punches a moan out of your throat in response.

Gently lifting you off him so you’re both standing, Swiss pats the couch next to you inviting phantom to take a seat. He moves so fast you barely even see it happen.

Swiss grins as he helps phantom shimmy his pants down just enough to pull out his already hard cock “such an eager little bug huh?”

Swiss manhandles you so you’re in phantoms lap, face to face and chest to chest as you slowly lower yourself down onto him. As Swiss grips at your throat you and phantom both moan.

You can feel the tips of Swiss’ claws dig into the sides of your throat, phantoms eyes going wide in panic as blood starts to bead at the contact points.

“Swiss.. don’t. You know that I can’t control myself yet”

you can feel Swiss grin against your shoulder as he digs in further, “good. Why don’t you show them what you can really do bug?”

And as Swiss drags his claws through the skin of your throat, it feels like it’s all in slow motion but you barely have time to realise what’s happening. Phantom breathes in as the blood starts to drip down onto your collarbone, and he flips you so fast it makes your head spin. Pinning you hard into the couch and into a mating press, he tongues at the blood as he fucks into you, eyes wide and crazy. You’d be scared if you weren’t so fucking horny. You’re pressed so far into the couch you can barely see Swiss over his shoulder, grinning down at you. All you can do is whine as he fucks you harder than you think you’ve ever been before. Swiss patting your head as he laughs and all he can do is say “good luck”

GODDAMN LARS pathetic, whimpering, begging, crying, pleading etc bug might be my favorite but hooooly shit do i enjoy feral little fuck goblin bug my god WHEW

[aroacedavestrider]

thirteen please

violence asks masterpost

ohho damn not even a specific fandom? char you crave violence. ok in that case

JAKE

FUCKING

ENGLISH

begin rant .

like hooooly shit ive seen portrayals of jake where he doesnt even swear people just replace it with “gadzooks” or “by jove” BRO!! LET THAT MAN SAY FUCK !!!!! were not dealing with some proper little gentleman with a posh british accent. that is an unsupervised aussie who is a-ok with rolling up ass-out in a loincloth for halloween cause he was raised in the woods

like dont get me wrong jake is polite and mannerly and jake gets nervous and avoidant about a lot of shit but like. im so tired of people just treating him like some little dipshit baby himbo doormat who doesnt know whats going on around him

NOT EVEN TO MENTION how hes just reduced to his RELATIONSHIPS with OTHER PEOPLE like it even gets to a point in CANON where hes treated like less of a person and more of solely just an object of attraction like can the man PLEASE have a say in his own shit please. ive gone through the jake tag looking for Just Jake and every time its practically only been dirkjake

like holy shit jake is so nuanced and layered. he has interests beyond the avatar movies and hes capable of knowingly being a dick and hes strong and able to fend for himself without cowering behind dirk or anyone for that matter and jesus christ he is not just Dirks Boyfriend. lord god jake you deserve to go on some kind of uninterrupted killing spree

[felixwaffling]

Totally different vibe but I'm gay and thinking so much about him. This post might get nsfw, folks.

I'm smitten. Sure we have our problems, I mean, of course we do, he's dating ME- But FUCK, man. It's like how I felt with Alex except Victor is a good person who actually loves me. He's way stronger than me, which makes me SHAKE bro. He could hurt me if he wanted to, but he's so nice. He calls me things that have me on my fucking knees.

Like. Hooooly shit I can't wait til I get a chance to meet him in person bc when I say I'm gonna do whatever he wants... I MEAN WHATEVER. Like. I will be incapable of saying no. I will be pathetic.

Imagine if we meet in a bar and I get super drunk and kiss him dude that- HGJDHDBFHFHD.

I want him. I want him ON ME. I legit- like. I'm acespec, sex repulses me, the thought of being touched is so scary, but like I'd let him be all over me if he actually wanted me. I'd let him do ANYTHING.

I am so fucking attracted to this guy, and we have so much in common that some days we do nothing but play video games for literally the whole day together... We play almost every night and he puts up with my drunk nonsense, he doesn't complain <333

I wish I could tell him about the shit I'm into bc the only way this could get better is if I get proper dominated man I'm- I'm weak, I'm small, I like hiding behind people and letting them make all the decisions. I'm a dog for this man. I'm property.

FUCK I am drunk rn and if any of my friends find this I'm going to be humiliated beyond belief, they don't-

Nobody knows how much I want this man to fuck me and it weighs heavy, like, I don't even think he knows how I'd kill for him to both absolutely wreck me AND baby me.

Bc on one hand. I'm a little baby. I'm pure. I'm innocent. Treat me like a little goober and hold me and. IDK FUCK MAYBE I JUST HAVE DADDY ISSUES BC I THINK IM ASKING FOR A DILF-

... but on the other hand, I'm a bad person, I'm the worst, I'm whatever villain you need me to be just PLEASE put me in my fucking place I *WANT* you to punish me I'm like literally asking for it, I'm doing shit that gets on ur nerves bc I wanna be RAILED man I WOULD BE SO MUCH LESS ANNOYING IF YOUD JUST SLAM ME AGAINST THE WALL AND BREAK ME WHEN IM A LITTLE BITCH

HhHh.

I still can't believe I'm saying all this shit

I'm beyond wasted. Like. Intoxicated moreso than usual. Typing this so far has taken an HOUR and I got sad halfway through out of humiliation and went to write that first post. But even through all the drinking, all I can really think about is being pinned to his bed 👉👈,,,

,,, it's not just sex either bc I want kisses. Neck kisses. Like. Damn. I want him to hold me from behind. I want to cling to him. Hide my face against him. If he touched my face I would do the fucking meme thing and refuse to let go of his hand. I want to snuggle against him and just. Disappear for a while.

.... I want to cry myself to sleep in *his arms* instead of on my own. I hug my pillows and try desperately to pretend they're him. I see him when I fall asleep, when I'm alone, when I'm sad... when I'm fucking suicidal the thing that stops me is that then I'd have to wait who KNOWS how long for him to live out his own life, and that I might have to watch him fall in love with someone else (the worst thing ever)

If. If I ever lost him idk what I'd do because fuck dude. He's everything. Victor is my world. I want to meet him.

.... I also want him to control every aspect of my life and tell me what to do bc without guidance I drown. Ppl might think it'd be toxic, but I think I need that in my life. I hate making decisions. I want to sit quietly and let him think, bc I'm bad at thinking, and thinking overwhelms me. I want him to hide me behind him and be the one to handle the world so that I can just be *his.*

UGH. THIS IS THE HORNIEST, SAPPIEST FUCKING POST IVE EVER MADE EVER.