#and also its hella late

[jinikaris]

a sleepy ferret ♡ // skz-talker go! s5, ep4

[frobby]

I think rin is actually an early riser or at least was cuz he liked making breakfast for everyone but since demons are nocturnal his powers getting unsealed completely ruined his internal clock

[thewonderousjaysky]

xzero week bonus day 8: Together

[strayrainbow]

@ladylunora 's DTIYS! another one!

Still thinkin of Them, obsessed with their dynamic, I just love drawing them and nothing else apparently

Happy Halloween!

[maburito]

I am both so intrigued and confused by what I'm seeing

What is that thing? Is that a metroid queen or something completely non metroid related? What were the space pirates doing here? And how did that big alien if the spaces pirates didn't killed it?

[comas-are-for-sleeping]

cannot wait for the amount of self confidence it would require to wink at anyone i caught staring at me

[horiiis]

it's mayu day :3

[essentiallychaotic]

not me spending the last decade being like no yeah totally cis gendered girlie thats meee while also being like,,,, i wanna be hot like a guy but in like a girl way ya know? *predominately wears more masc styles to balance out my v fem features and energy* *coats self in tattoos bc it makes my gender vibe happy in my brain* *changes pronouns to she/they and unlocks gender euphoria*

[possum-tooth]

ugh tummy hurt

[coldslaws-gear-station]

And here's the fanfic! Enjoy <3

How Familiar

Lush bushes, green grass, and moss grown trees. Ghetsis had told Alder that this forest retreat would be "healthy" for him, for him to become more connected with the wonders of nature. However the deeper he went into the forest, further into uncharted territory, the more nervous and lost he got. "Shit…" Alder mumbled to himself, the location and connection on his xtransceiver having gone cold. Truthfully he could summon out his Bravary and have it fly him straight back to the palace at any moment, but he really did not want to do that for… Reasons. But Alder wasn't anything but stubborn, so in a huff he continued further into the forest, convinced he had everything under control.

Dead leaves cracking and crunching under his feet, branches and thorns pulling at his poncho annoyingly, Alder swears if another branch smacks him in the face he was absolutely going to lose it. It started to seem like all this stupid "nature retreat" was doing was pissing him off instead of actually helping him. The further he went in, the more Alder was starting to notice more and more bug types within the area. Sewaddles, Caterpies, and Weedles clung to the lush tree lines, their evolutions watching him with peering eyes, ready to protect their nests and hives if need be. The occasional Spinarak hanging from a fine line of silk out of the trees to either watch him curiously, or to create a fine display of design with their amazing webbing, though sometimes Alder had to gently swat them away because they tried to cling to his face.

Eventually he came face to face with a massive vine grown wall, there was no hard material or anything inside it as a foundation, it was completely vine and moss. Alder peers up at the Pokémon clung to the tree branches, "Is there somethin' in here I shouldn't know about?" The Pokémon don't say anything, nor do they move, they just simply stare at him with blank gazes. Alder huffs and grabs at the vine wall, "Suit yourselves…" He tears at the wall, shoving himself forcibly through the wall, having to put considerable effort into breaking the vines, seems like the wall had been undisturbed for a very long time and the vines had time to strengthen itselves. Eventually though he manages to break through, seeing a massive clearing on the other side covered by a thick canopy of trees, cracks of sunlight seeping through giving the place a soft yet ethereal glow.

Parts of his poncho were torn and there were leaves and such wedged deep into its fur lining. "Great", he thinks to himself, now he'll have to get this deep cleaned and he'll also have to sew it back up when he gets back to the palace. There better be something here that makes all of his efforts worth it, otherwise he'll be pissed.

Traversing deep into the clearing, he makes note of all the berry trees and bushes. It's odd, as there's no sight of any Pokémon in the area at all, with all of its natural resources and food, why wouldn't any Pokémon want to live here? Something about that makes him uneasy, there's obviously a reason as to why and he's not entirely thrilled with the idea of finding out personally why. Eventually he does stop, having found what was feeding all of the lush plants within the area.

A huge pond, absolutely massive. The waters were crystal clear, Alder could see every rainbow like peddle through the surface. The sunlight glimmering down onto the water's surface, making it seem as if it was sparkling. It was breathtaking, "Holy shit…" The words fell from Alder's mouth, agape at the scenery in front of him. He scrambles for his xtransceiver, wanting to take a photo to show to Ghetsis later, he'd absolutely lose his mind over this! Something fast and blue speeds past him, the sheer velocity of it causes him to tumble forward, catching himself with his hand into the pond's water, definitely bruising the insides of his palms. However in the midst of this, he had lost his grip on his xtransceiver and it had gotten a good dive into the waters. "Shit! No!" Alder scrambles to try and save the machine, but the damage has already been done.

Water had seeped into the circuits, completely waterlogging the machine, the damn thing wouldn't even turn on anymore. "Fuck sakes…" Alder growled and sneered at himself with heavy annoyance. While it's true he can just remove the memory card and stick it into a new xtransceiver, making it so he didn't actually lose anything, now he had nothing to take a photo of this sight with. What are the chances he's going to find this place again? This was probably a one in a lifetime thing and now he had nothing to remember it with! Nobody's going to believe him if he tells the story to anybody without any damn proof!

Something rustled behind him, like a tree branch had been shaken or something. Alder looked over his shoulder with both annoyance and strange curiosity, only to remember a conversation he had with Ghetsis much prior…

-

"I can not believe you have so many kids…" Alder said in awe, looking through all of the framed pictures Ghetsis had of his children that laid in his office, Ghetsis shrugged, "Neither can I sometimes, this sort of thing just happens." Alder places back down one of the photos, "Dragons, I feel bad for the lady you had them with…" Ghetsis laughed and shook his head, "No no, only Natural is related to me by blood, the others are adopted." Alder looks at Ghetsis questioningly, "… You adopted five kids on a whim?" "It wasn't on a whim." Ghetsis snapped back, slightly annoyed. "I didn't even adopt them at the same time, it sort of just happened…" Alder keeps quiet, knowing the ques for when Ghetsis is about to delve into stories and such, you'd be surprised how often this happens.

"I remember the day I found the twins…" Ghetsis says softly, a hint of sadness evident in his voice. "They were so skinny and afraid, I had been trying to coax them into my care for a while at that point. They weren't fools, they could tell what I was doing, but they were still frightened of me nonetheless…" Ghetsis sighed, "They'd been on the street for a while now, at least as far as I could tell, I never pushed them on how long they were out there for and I will not begin now." Ghetsis smiles, "But I do love my darling prince and princess, they're such polite kids. I remember when I first got them into my care how they would try their hardest to make sure they weren't a burden on my house, they were never burdens, it took a while for them to see that though." Ghetsis raises his scarred hand in front of his mouth, trying to conceal his growing smile. "I also remember a time when they got their hands on my makeup, the absolute mess they made on their brother's face… I should've taken a photo!"

Ghetsis giggles some more, before lowering his hand with a hum, look off into the distance of his office. "They're good kids, I'm happy to see how they've shaped themselves. Ambrose has been taking a liking into being a teacher, I suppose he always had been one. He may be soft spoken but let me tell you how assertive that boy can be when he needs be! I think out of all of my children, Ambrose is the one who's out in the Valley the most, specifically the section where the baby Pokémon reside. It's cute, watching him play with all the baby Pokémon, how their eyes light up when they see him and how they sing praises in his name!" Ghetsis' smile is contagious, his cheeks starting to hurt slightly. "They love him, I'm happy to know he's found what he wants to do with life, to know he's happy and fulfilled."

Ghetsis reaches for his cup of tea, chamomile tea with one spoonful of honey mixed in, his throat being sore. In the midst of taking a sip his eye lights up, his cup making a clinking noise as it's slammed back down onto its porcelain plate. "Did I tell you about what's going on with Connie?" Alder shakes his head, "No, I don't think you have?" Ghetsis shakes his scarred hand in excitement as he grabs Alder's shoulder with his good one, "You have to keep it a secret! Connie will kill me if she finds out I told someone…" A sly smile spreads across Alder's face, how catty, "Your secrets are safe with me." Ghetsis nods, "So, I'm sure you're aware of my daughter's attempts in trying to court a lady friend, yes?" Putting emphasis on attempts are we? Alder nods, Ghetsis gives a sly smile. "Well, lately I've been seeing her around one of my volunteers… A nice red head, her name escapes me at the moment, but she's a sweet girl. But I can sense the chemistry between them! I'm certain Connie has finally found her special one! They don't think I know, but oooh do I know, I always know. A father knows everything, dad's sense and all that."

Ghetsis wipes a faux tear from his eye, a huge smile on his face. "My babies are all grown up now, I remember when they were only little! When we used to play princesses and dragons, I was always the dragon mind you and Natural was always the other princess and never the knight, it should've been a glaring clue when Ambrose always wanted to be the knight and never one of the princesses…" Ghetsis laughs softly to himself at his prior foolishness. "Or when I used to read them bedtime stories… How'd they giggle whenever I read the big bad guy's voice in a low pitch, how that would always rile them up more and they'd request another story…" Ghetsis seemed solemn for a moment, "They're all adults now, it feels like yesterday when they were only small children, their whole lives ahead of them… Where did all the time go?"

A sad tone washes over the room, Alder had never been a father, he'd never understand what it's like for Ghetsis, but he can sort of sympathize with him. Alder does wish he could be a father, to have all those sweet moments with his own like Ghetsis had described, but he's infertile, it's impossible for him to bear a child of his own flesh and blood… He knows he can just adopt a child for himself, but he's well into his fifties now, it's far too late for him to adopt a child now. It makes him despair, as well as slightly jealous of Ghetsis, he deeply desires the bonds he has with his children with his own hypothetical child.

"I also remember the day I found the triplets… That's a day I'll never forget, even in death…" There's an incredibly sad tone in his voice, there's more? "They'd clearly been on the streets for a very long time, in fact I wouldn't be surprised if they were born on it. I first encountered them on my way back from a conference. It had lasted longer than I would've personally liked, so I was walking the streets during the night…" Ghetsis sighed, a sad look apparent in his eye as he looked out the window of his office. "I found them being attacked by a group of men, a gang I had assumed, it was sickening, they were only kids… I had Atropos scare them away, he can look rather frightening in the dark, they ran away like the cowards they are." A bitter look spreads across Ghetsis' face, a scowl forming, though his face quickly relaxes and morphs back into a sad one. "I rushed them to the medical centre within the palace, I know if they had been taken to a true hospital they wouldn't have gotten care quick enough, they were bleeding too much…"

He lowers his head in shame, almost as if he's still guilty about what happened. "… I was too late in the end. Ares had lost an arm and Hebe had lost both her right arm and left leg. Only Hephaestus came out rather unscathed when it came to losing limbs, not accounting all of the horrific scarring all over his body…" Ghetsis' face grimaces in shame, it's clear this is still something he's upset about to this very day. "I managed to get prosthetics made for them, but they were just so traumatized… They didn't even speak a word to anybody until I think about three years had passed, Hephaestus still hasn't said anything to this day however, I assumed whatever had happened to them whilst on the streets caused him to go mute…"

His face lights up slightly, but only slightly. "I recalled the day Hebe said her first word, she was the first to say anything out of her siblings. I was doing the dishes, she had snuck up behind me and called me "Dad", now I'm sure she was trying to ask a question, but her voice was so soft and unsure, I almost missed it! I had turned around thinking it was Ambrose, though when I saw it was Hebe I had quite literally dropped a plate in shock." He laughs softly, "I liked that plate, it was my favourite plate. But I would've smashed a hundred of my favourite plates again for the chance to experience that moment again, I had cried y'know?" The sad atmosphere had dissolved away and turned back into a soft recallment of good memories. "Ares then followed suit, those days were very tear heavy. I couldn't help it! I'm a very emotional man and it was an emotional moment, those days are still very special to me. I'm happy they feel so comfortable to speak with me and their siblings now, even if it's in private, it means a lot."

It seemed like Ghetsis had finally stopped, having to take another sip of tea to soothe his sore throat from talking so much. "… That all sounds amazin', I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't jealous though…" Ghetsis hummed in amusement, "I know, I can always tell when somebody lies to me." Alder huffs, "You know what I mean!" Ghetsis giggles, placing his teacup softly back down onto its plate. "You can always adopt, you know that right?" Alder lets out a singular loud laugh, a mockery. "At my age? In my dreams! I'm far too old for that now, I lost my chance to adopt years ago…" Ghetsis hums, taking another sip from his drink whilst crossing his legs over, thinking. "Well, you never know. Life works in unexpected ways, you shouldn't be so certain about the future if you can't see through it." "You're being vague and philosophical again." Ghetsis giggles, placing a hand on Alder's shoulder. "Don't worry about it, alright? I'm sure you'll do great either way, Firefly."

-

A boy, who couldn't have been older than fourteen, peered at him from a tree, crouched upon a tree branch, chewing on what appeared to be aguav berries. Shaggy red hair rested on his shoulders and face, thick and matted, there were areas where the sun had bleached it a light orange colour. His red eyes looked at him curiously, like a predator watching its prey. Oddly enough he wasn't skinny, he had sunkissed skin, about three shades darker than his own, the kid had some decent muscle as well. That was probably from climbing these trees, and his weight was assumed by how many berry trees and bushes in the area there were… That's why there were no Pokémon in this area! Torn clothing, what he assumed to be a white shirt absolutely torn to shreds and some shaggy black pants far too big from him, having the legs torn off it seemed. Bare footed and dirty, he was clearly abandoned in these woods.

"Shit." Alder thought to himself, what now? What would Ghetsis do in this situation? Um, "Hey there kid… What cha doin' up there for?" Real smooth Alder, real fucking smooth. And apparently it was also a terrible idea as well, because the kid bared his sharp teeth at him and leapt at him, trying to bite and claw the shit out of him. What came next was a big scuffle of Alder trying to wrestle the kid off of him, he was surprisingly strong! The kid, having the perfect leeway to do so, bit forcibly into his arm. "MOTHERFU-" Alder growled back the swear, it was out of reflex from Ghetsis preening coins from him when he swears. He grabbed the kid by his hair, like scruffing a Purrloin, and pulled him back. "Let go!" Fucking hell, this was NOT as easy as Ghetsis made it sound like it was.

The kid eventually loses his grip and lets go, Alder proceeds to scruff the feral thing and tear off his poncho, wrapping the kid up like the most fucked up burrito known to humankind. The kid wailed and screamed the entire time, he didn't cry, no he was just screaming out of rage, snapping his teeth at him in an attempt to bite him. "Dragons, would you chill out for a second!?" The kid just glared at him, growling and snarling, fuck sakes man. He definitely couldn't walk back to the palace with this feral creature in his hands, he grabs out his Braviary's ball and summons it out.

The bird, stretching its wings out, looks over and spots Alder, not Ghetsis or N. Puffing its feathers out in annoyance, it sneers back at his trainer. "Oh, can it will you, Ahote? Can you see I'm in the middle of a situation here?" It takes a moment, a grueling moment of Ahote looking up at Alder, then at the wiggling child trying to latch its teeth at Alder's neck and pull. Eventually it lowers itself in a huff and beckons Alder to get on its back, "Thank you." He meant it, he really did, but it came out more tired than he would've liked. Along the fly back home, the kid actually managed to fall asleep, he seemed to calm down being in the air, odd.

He couldn't help but feel uneasy the whole time during the flight home though, he just had that nagging feeling that something was watching him, following him… Maybe he was just being paranoid, and being paranoid wasn't doing Ahote any damn favours so he needed to quit it. When he did make it back home he busted through the palace doors, a bit rashly he will admit, though the kid didn't stir. "Firefly! You're back! How was-" Ghetsis cut himself off, looking down at the wrapped up nightmare child sleeping peacefully in his clawed up arms, he isn't as surprised as Alder thought he'd be though. "Oh." Ghetsis smiles, looking back up at Alder, "I see you've brought a friend." "Friend my ass!" Alder lifts up his arm, "Do you see what this little shit did to my arm!?" Ghetsis steps closer, gently grasping at his arm to look at it, a nasty bite mark apparent on his arm, having already bruised a terrible purple colour. "… That's rather unpleasant." "You think!?"

Ghetsis turns his head back, snapping his fingers at some of his followers, who quickly turn tail and run further into the palace. "Don't worry, I'll have somebody come check it out, in the meantime…" Turning his attention back onto the child, gently caressing the kid's dirt covered face. The kid nuzzles into Ghetsis' soft touches, it pisses him off. So while Ghetsis gets all the nuzzles and kindness he gets the piss bitten out of him? Tauros shit. "What are you going to name him?" Alder blanks, "… Huh?" Ghetsis giggles, looking back up at Alder in amusement, "I said; What are you going to name him?" Alder stutters and trips over his words, "N-n… Name him?" "Well yes, he's yours now, you should get to name him."

Have you ever had the feeling of your heart stopping? Of your blood going completely ice cold? That's how Alder was feeling. "M-mine? But I'm not…" "Well, you can give him up to foster-" "No!" Alder cuts off Ghetsis, a little more adamantly than he thought he would, clutching the kid to his chest. Alder clears his throat, slightly embarrassed at his outburst, "… No, he'd suffer in foster care, right? I can't… Do that to a kid." He pulls the poncho back slightly, the kid nuzzling himself closer into the warmth of Alder's chest, drool running on the side of his month from sleeping with it open… An odd sense of warmth spreads through him. "Then I will ask again; What will you name him?"

Alder pauses, unsure of himself. Naming a kid is a big choice, it's something that will stick with them for the rest of their life, he doesn't want to mess it up… "… Mphm." He struggles, too many options, too many choices, too many mistakes. "Take your time." He looks up at Ghetsis, then back down at the kid. "… Benga." Ghetsis hums, "Benga? Now that's an interesting one." Alder snaps his head back up to Ghetsis, a look of panic across his face, "Is that bad!? Did I make a bad choice!?" Ghetsis laughs, shaking his head, "No! Of course not! It's unique, special, having unique names is what makes somebody special." He smiles, soft and knowing, "I think the name is lovely, it suits him. You made a good choice."

Alder is shaking slightly, probably from the adrenalin wearing off finally. "… Okay, good, good." His legs feel like jelly, like they're going to give out at any moment. Ghetsis kisses Alder softly on the side of the cheek, a warm smile beaming across his face. "Welcome to Fatherhood, Atlas. I'm sure you'll do great." With that, Ghetsis began to walk away, leaving him with the kid he now can call his own… Ghetsis is walking a bit faster than usual.

It hits him. "I'm sure you'll do great"? He's heard that before, where did he hear that from… Ghetsis, as in Ghetsis Harmonia, as in the Prophet of Truth. The one who's said to see through time with the guidance of the legendary dragon, see through time… Life works in unexpected ways- "YOU SON OF A BITCH, YOU KNEW THIS WAS GOING TO HAPPEN AND YOU DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING!-"

-💌

BENGAR 🔥 🔥 🔥 HELLO BENGA. MY BOY. HE GETS TO EXIST . fucked up nightmare burrito. i guess if n was gonna be had the normal way then Some kid had to still be found in the woods. it's the natural (hehe) order of things

when you said something fast and blue sped past him i was like ? SONIC? ok dumbass /lh

i really do love benga though i need to do more with him. he's the silly and deserves love

[4fter-hours-archive]

15) sender wakes up in the hospital and finds receiver at their side, who is in the same clothes as the day they were admitted because they’ve refused to leave their side. - meeka & charlie

Charlie had been on his usual route with a smile on his face. Soon they were going to learn if they were having a boy or a girl and nothing could deter him from the joy that overcame him at what it would be. He could careless, he just wanted them to be happy, healthy, to spoil them rotten and have their mothers smile.

The happiest part of his route was that the new bakery his wife had opened was on his route. So he would make any excuse to sit for a moment for a cuppa before returning to his duties. Today was no exception, Parking his red van outside the store front, he walked in only to hit a wall of something unexpected. The girl at register looked at him with a sadness, a worry. Something was wrong. ❝ What's happened? Where's Meeka? ❞ Panic filled him.

The girl hastily recounted how Meeka had been helping in the back when she suddenly fainted. His heart sank to his stomach as she told him that they called an ambulance. ❝ She's at Saint Thomas ❞ Without another word, he raced back to his van, he would call work when he got a chance. This was more important.

The race to the hospital felt like the longest it had been, with tourist in the area and traffic it was nightmare. He had finally made it though and like a bat out of hell demanded to know where his wife was at reception before finally being led to her room. Thankfully the doctor said that it would be okay, she had passed out from exhaustion and dehydration but that they were administrating it intravenously and that after some rest, they would check on the baby and mother again before letting them go home. While Meeka had always been a hard worker, he had been blind in their new found expectation, that he hadn't realized how hard she had been pushing herself. Overworking herself, something that would have to change. He'd have to talk to his in-laws about this.

As she laid there resting Charlie dragged the chair in room as close as he could to her. With one hand in hers, he used the other to text everyone what had happened and to not worry since he was there now. He didn't know what time it was anymore by the time he had laid his head down on the edge of the bed next to their hands and found himself asleep as well. The next day he stirred as he felt movement, her fingers in his hand. Sitting up, his free hand comes up to her cheek. ❝ Hey, ❞ his voice was soft as he kissed her lips softly. ❝ You gave me quite the scare. How you feeling? ❞

[passionfruitmango]

We are two weeks into may and I still haven't made up my May calendar

[kqltlc]

Tumblr really going full Operator mode with this bug. lmao.

Essentially, what's happening is the reload button is rapidly (and I mean RAPIDLY) flickering from Reload to Stop Reload (x), making it look like the Operator symbol.

[saph-yells-into-the-void]

should i sleep or watch the new link click episode....

[fundonboy]

the fact that our school was moved to the center of the city and everyone was saying how at least it will be quick and easy to get there and yet A LOT MORE OF US ARE LATE EVERY MORNING

[ktownshizzle]

Love & Lullabies | Part 4.5

✎ ˎˊ˗ Pairing: Min Yoongi x female Reader

✎ ˎˊ˗ Summary: What begins as a simple favor for your best friend Namjoon soon pulls you into the rhythms of Yoongi’s life—afternoons spent caring for his son, late nights filled with candid conversations, and a connection neither of you thought you needed. You’re just fresh out of a long-term relationship with an ex who didn’t want a family with you, so did you really just stumble into a life you’ve always dreamed of? (Thank god Namjoon isn’t the only one who’s clumsy.)

✎ ˎˊ˗ Alternatively: It’s 2025 and BTS is prepping for their comeback. All members seem to have gained muscle weight from their time at camp. But Min Yoongi has gained a different kind of weight—an 8-pound baby and a fuck-load of responsibility. (Thank god you’re there to help him.)

✎ ˎˊ˗ Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, idol!au, Acquaintances to Lovers, Reader is Namjoon’s bestie

✎ ˎˊ˗ Warnings: Yoongi is a DILF (!!!) That’s it.

✎ ˎˊ˗ Chapter warnings: porn with some plot kinda, this yoongi is very horny and is a very methodical masturbator (?) in the way he set the mood for himself (could be canon, amirite), let’s fix that boner you left him with, and let’s soothe your weary minds from that Dispatch article, POV switch after the article headline, idk if you know that one video of yoongi in d-day during the piano break in life goes on he does this thing with his tongue… it’s written in here somewhere

✎ ˎˊ˗ Word count: 1.5k

✎ ˎˊ˗ Posting date: December 15, 2024

✎ ˎˊ˗ A/N: Surprise! I kid you not, this was written within a span of like 8 hours? So if it sucks, that’s probably why, lol. Lucky for y’all I am too impatient to wait for notes milestones before I upload the next part, so here you go. 🎁 Also, @glossdebut, you know what you did. Enjoy, my lovelies~ 💕

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four |  Masterlist

“Fuck me…” Yoongi sighs, leaning further back into the computer chair. He runs both hands through his hair as the preliminary pinpricks of pleasure makes his cock spring to life under his sweatpants.

His phone is now propped on his half-empty coffee mug, of which the screen—maxed out in its brightness settings—is projecting the photo you sent through its 2x dynamic galaxy amoled display—of which his dick would personally like to thank his Samsung sponsors.

He is so horny he might just die if he doesn’t get off in the next five minutes. 

It’s your fault. Of course, it is.

God you’re so fucking sexy, do you even know that? Do you even realize what you do to him? He is literally about to masturbate in his multi-million won worth studio to the pitiful pixels you have afforded him with.

He stands up, curses you under his breath as he pulls his pants down to pool around his ankles. He drops to his chair, about to slip a clammy hand inside his boxers when he decides to adjust the view juuuust a little, zooming the photo closer…closer…  and that’s it.

Just the view he needs. (Sue him for having astigmatism.)

He grabs the aircon remote and adjusts the temp to a balmy 24 ‘cause it’d be hella annoying if he can’t get hard because his studio is an igloo.

Some velvety track with soft percussions filter out from his speakers.

A pump of lube from his hidden drawer, wet wipes at the ready for the inevitable clean up, and he’s off to the fuckin’ races. 

His fist wraps the base of his cock, coating his entire shaft with the gel. It's cold, but it immediately warms up to his body temperature as his palm slides up and down his semi. 

Greedy eyes rake your body on his phone screen. Your tits. They’re a vision. He can see just the ghost of your nipples, peaking in the slightest way against your silky top and suddenly his mouth is dry. What would they look like if they’re not hiding from him? For sure they’re puffy. Pretty jet-puffed marshmallows that he’s gonna be putting in his mouth and sucking until you’re falling apart and creaming with just that. He smirks. Yeah, he could do that.

He tugs at his cock faster, licking his bottom lip as he imagines the texture of your pebbled nipples against his tongue. He shivers, increasing the pace of his ministrations, cock now fully hard.

Back to the photo.

Huh. You knew what you were doing—squeezing your breast with your hand. The way the mound of flesh is about to spill over, and your areola is just kissing the edge of the fabric is actually killing him. It’s diabolical. Pure torture.

Had you been here, he’s scooping out that breast, the one you’re holding out to him, so it’s hanging generously from your top, wobbling as he bounces you on his fat dick. 

He feels his eyes crossing, caught in the spell of the hypnotic movements playing out in his mind. He moves his hand faster, cock throbbing and aching for release.

But he’s not there yet.

Closing his eyes, Yoongi lets himself sink back into the memory, rewinding the moments from just hours ago. The sensation of your weight against him is the first thing he recalls—the way your ass fits so perfectly in his lap, warm and soft, like you were made to be there. The way your body had melted into his touch, so pliant, so eager, grinding slightly like you were inviting him to ruin you, and he was more than willing to oblige.

Your lips—he can still taste them if he focuses hard enough—sweet, intoxicating, like the lingering memory of his favorite whisky. And your neck, the way it arched so perfectly for him, leaving him no choice but to press his mouth against it, the faint hint of your skin still ghosting on his lips even now.

If he concentrates, he can almost smell you again, that sweet, delicate perfume that drove him insane. It’s like you’ve imprinted yourself on him. Or maybe it’s the faint traces of your scent that linger on his hoodie, the one you pressed yourself into while straddling him and he could feel the perfect ass against his crotch. 

The thought is enough to send his pulse ticking faster, his head leaning back against the chair as a low, frustrated groan escapes him. He needs you. Fervently. Urgently. Needs you like he has never needed another person ever. 

Jaw slack, tongue dangling from the corner of his mouth, he imagines licking your nipples from side to side and his mouth stretches into a smile. He can almost hear you moan oh yoongi and wow what an ego boost to have you unraveling for him when in reality it’s he who is actually unraveling in his own damn hands. His cock is getting heavier, balls tighter at his impending demise. He tugs and tugs, collecting some of the lube that gathered on the base and pushing it back towards his angry tip, concentrating his movements there.

You’re not in the room but you might as well be with the way your name keeps tumbling from his lips. He is whining like a little bitch in heat, but he doesn’t give a shit. He hasn’t had a satisfying jerk-off like this in a while. He can’t even remember sex being this good. Nothing remotely like the way this fog of lust has him ascending to another plane of existence right now, because you’re so fucking sexy and so good to him and he likes you so damn much and suddenly he’s coming, warm spurts of cum oozes from his throbbing cock decorating his fingers like the rings he used to wear to the knuckle, and fuck he’s still going, there’s so much and god dammit his boxers are soaked but it feels phenomenal.

Chest heaving as if he ran a marathon, he stares at his ceiling, waiting for his heart rate to slow down.

Not long after, he laughs at his stupidity, pulling a wipe from the packet and proceeds to clean up. He sobers up from his horny thoughts, but not by a whole lot. Not when the photo that started it all is still bright and beautiful from his phone. Shit. He cannot wait to fuck you for real. 

Little did he know, something was gonna fuck him up come morning.

AllKpop Scoop:

Confirmed: SUGA of BTS Dating Actress Lee Sung Kyung

Eagle-eyed fans are convinced the duo has been hiding their relationship in plain sight, pointing to their undeniable chemistry during a past Suchwita episode, where sparks were reportedly flying between the two.

The story was everywhere. News sites, entertainment shows, gossip columns, social media—each one milking it for all it was worth. 

Darling of the press, K-drama royalty, multi-awarded thespian Lee Sung Kyung, had resurfaced from her mysterious hiatus, and of course, the headlines couldn’t resist pairing her name with “infamous idol Min Yoongi.” You roll your eyes so far back your head they almost didn’t come back.

The South Korean media was having an absolute field day.

And as much as it hurt to see it, your first instinct wasn’t to dwell on the sting of the rumors. It was to scan every word, every post, every thread, checking if Haneul had been dragged into the mess.

Thankfully, he hadn’t been. You’d be devastated if your little sarang had been implicated in any of these stories. You don’t know the first thing about how to protect the poor baby from these trolls, but you will be damned if you don’t try.

The photo that sparked the frenzy was everywhere—a shot of Sung Kyung leaving Yoongi’s Hannam apartment. That was it. No Yoongi, no Haneul, not even a hint of context. Never mind that the building housed countless tenants or that there was zero proof they were together. It was enough to send the internet spiraling into speculation.

You were scrolling through the comments under one of the reposts, your stomach churning at the sheer creativity of the assumptions being thrown around, when your screen suddenly switched to an incoming call.

Yoongi.

You didn’t hesitate, swiping to pick up almost immediately.

“Sarang,” he starts, his voice soft and familiar, like he already knows he needs to tread lightly. Bro’s really starting with the buttering up.

“Where’s Han?” Was your first question.

“My parents drove him up to Daegu this morning. It’s better if he’s there for now.”

You let out a heavy sigh, rubbing your temple as you sit back. “Just answer one question, Yoongi: is it true or not?”

“It’s a big fuckin’ lie,” he says without missing a beat, his voice steady and firm. “None of it is true.”

“So it’s all bullshit?”

“YES.” he replies emphatically.

The tension in your shoulders eases slightly, and you exhale, nodding to yourself. This is fine for now. “Okay.”

“Okay?” There’s a note of uncertainty in his voice, like he wasn’t expecting you to let it go so easily.

“Yes. Just get your ass here by 7 and not a minute later.” You say, firm.

A pause. Then, with the faintest hint of a chuckle, he replies, “Yes, ma’am.”

Part Five >

A/N: So???? I don't know what that first part was. It just took a life of its own. Anyway, as per ush, please let me know what you thought about the chapter. Feedback is always appreciated. Thank you so much for reading this, you lovely, beautiful human xo

See you in the next half! :)

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