#i just like giving amai a hard time

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[itsthatmff]

helllooo, can you write boyfriends headcanons with other men like flashy flash and amai mask please? ~

IM FINALLY BACK WITH MORE HEADCANONS! writing for these was so hard- it was my first time doing amai mask too- I hope they turned out well 😩

Please keep the requests incoming I’ll try to work through them! I’m sorry for taking so long and Thank you so much for the patience.

Boyfriend Headcanons on OPM men Pt. 2

Fem!reader

Included: Flashy flash, Amai mask, Saitama, Zombie man

Flashy Flash

Having him as a boyfriend sure isn’t for the weak

He’s definetly the leader of the sassy man apocalypse

He takes his night routine SERIOUSLY like you will have a 20 step hair routine and a spa session

He gives great hair care tips though

Lets you braid his hair when you’re bored or does your hair when you’re tired

Gossiping with him is super fun

When he’s annoyed or jealous he scoffs a lot

Tiny bit reluctant over physical affection but his hugs and kisses feel so gentle, you could melt into them.

He goes all out when you’re on your period, like he knows exactly what you need and what to do.

Gifts you hairclips on random occasions !

Doesn’t like you touching his katana cuz he’s worried you’ll hurt yourself.

You get the best dates with him because he knows the best spots, prefers staying at home with you though in case one of his opps are after him.

He does bicker with you from time to time because he knows you too well and can’t be bothered to deal with your overdramatic ass

"Yeah fine we get it you’re just angry because you’re craving some desserts. Stop whining and lets go get it.“

Amai Mask

Might seem like a narcissistic and selfish bastard at first but he really just has issues

As a boyfriend he might not be able to spend much time with you since he is a hero AND a celebrity with a filled schedule

Makes sure to spoil you rotten tho

You get expensive gifts from him on a weekly basis and he takes you out to the best restaurants

He has to be very discreet with your relationship since it could cause him a bad reputation and backlash from the media

Whenever he’s overwhelmed or had a bad day he seeks comfort in your embraces

Feels like you’re the only one who understands him

Genuinely opens up to you and shows you his vulnerable side from time to time

He gets VERY jealous like he better not catch you admiring some other hero

At first he’d laugh it off not wanting to believe such a thing but slowly the jealousy would start creeping up

“You’re mine understood?”

Is just scared of u leaving him

He calls to tell you there’s a new magazine out that features him and wants you to buy it.

Thinks you’re his biggest supporter and likes to brag about you.

Saitama

Dates consist of gaming or getting deals at different supermarkets

I can totally imagine that he’s willing to try some new things at the convenience store with you and do taste tests.

Never rates the food a 10/10 cuz he thinks Genos could do it better.

YES sometimes Genos DOES make dinner dates for you two, he goes all out making a 5 star dinner for his sensei and his girlfriend.

Saitama secretly loves it when you come and sit on his lap as he watches tv.

He may not look like it but he really notices the small details, like he’ll ask if you put on different perfume or shampoo. Does it so sleek too.

He’d lean in to your neck and WHISPER INTO YOUR EAR

"Hm..you smell so good, got a new perfume?“

This guy just knows how to get you flustered

Is very nonchalant about most things, doesn’t really get jealous. (Unless you’re being overly nice to someone that has like really good hair)

“Yo genos. How much do you think a hair transplant costs?”

“Why are you asking sensei?”

“No reason really..” as he GLARES at the guy you’re talking to.

Doesn’t call you often, more like he randomly texts you what he’s doing and if your schedule matches his you both hangout.

Wants to climb up the ranks in order to impress you and loves to tell you about his day when he gets home.

Gets the most expressive around you.

He kicks out Genos when you two need your private time.

Gives the best piggy back rides.

Zombieman

Hands down the best boyfriend out there

He’s so chill about everything

Likes to take you everywhere with him, especially on shooting ranges, coffee shops or jazz bars

Respects your boundaries a lot, if you don’t like the smoke from his cigarettes he’ll try not to smoke around you, if you’re a smoker yourself he always looks forward to smoke some with you.

You both have a very casual relationship, there’s no awkwardness at all nor the cheesiness and pampering

That also includes physical affection. Cuddling on the couch or holding hands seems natural to you.

As nihilistic as he is, he can’t hide whenever he’s jealous.

“Was it fun chatting to that human?” He’d ask whilst pressing down the last remaining of his cigarette onto the whiskey glass. He wasn’t upset, more like curious of what you saw in another man.

Only calls you in the evenings after he walks you home. Likes to hear your voice before he goes to sleep.

He loves to get you roses

Asks childish emperor for advice on what to get you. Doesn’t even realise himself that he slips in your name in every conversation.

Is the kind of boyfriend that is happy enough to just watch you from afar.

Never ever gets aggressive with you. In fact you’ve never seen him angry.

Likes to polish his guns while you sit on his lap.

[readychilledwine]

✨️ACOTAR Booty Headcanons✨️

💕Peep the thigh headcanons here💕

Warnings - Butts. Fanart of butts. Nakey butts. Bubble butts. Lady butts. Man butts.

Up next? ✨️ Hands ✨️

✨️Body Headcanons Masterlist✨️ Master Masterlist ✨️

Edited to add - short plus size Elain sneak peak

A/N - for @lady-of-tearshed, I hope this meets all your dreams, my love.

A message from Mother - You, my sweet dear reader, are gorgeous as you are. You are real, touchable, and made with imperfections that enhance your beauty and uniqueness. You are a treasure. Do not compare yourself to a single body on this list.

Rhysand-

I like to start off strong..

Rhysand has a very bite-able booty.

He is slightly leaner than Azriel and Cassian, but he still has a firm butt.

Rhysand loves to wear tight slacks, just to watch your pretty little brain go blank when you see his ass.

He sleeps naked and it's hard for you not to just.. touch the booty.

To be fair, he loves to keep his hand (and hand print) on your butt, too.

Art by Amai actually just posted Rhysand butt fanart. Enjoy it below

Cassian-

John Cena has been described as having a military grade ass with an inhuman body.

Cassian also has an inhuman body, so it makes sense that my guy has a military grade ass.

Cassian has butt muscles in places you didn't even know you could have butt muscles.

It is intimidating. Very intimidating.

But you LOVE watching this man walk. Especially when he's walking to the bathroom to grab towels for aftercare.

Azriel-

Azriel's ass surprised you in the best way.

Azriel is lean compared to Cassian, so his bubble butt shocked you.

Much firm. Still jiggle.

You were ready for this jelly.

Azriel gets super shy when you tell him how good his butt looks, but he's like that one friend who secretly loves it and makes sure to wear the same pants/skirt/shorts the next time they see you so you are in love with their deliciousness again.

Sometimes, you just sneak up on Azriel and accidentally squeeze. In front of his family. But don't worry. He squeezes yours back.

Tamlin-

I'm disappointed I can't find this gif when I need it.

We can all hate on Tamlin as much as we want, but SJM herself says the man is muscular.

I imagine Tamlin was worried about his arms and chest being thicker than his legs, so he started hitting legs and glutes hard.

Then, the next thing he knows, he has a damn shelf.

He hates when you touch his butt though. He'd prefer you touch him other places.

But you bet your ass he is touching yours

Lucien-

I stand by Lucien having Chris Hemsworth's body type.

Lucien had the perfect, truly bite-able ass.

You constantly have your hand in his back pocket.

You constantly are giving it a little smack so it jiggles.

You always walk behind him.

Lucien loves the way you worship his body. He's insecure about his scars, so you loving every inch of him helps.

Eris-

Daddy 🫠🫠

Eris has the captain America Dorito proportions build, and I hope all of you know *exactly* what I am talking about.

I imagine Eris as slim muscular, and when I decided to do these, I needed him to have Chris Evans's ass

I mean look at it

Imagine that ass in Eris's finely tailored clothing.

Imagine that ass getting off a horse.

You're touching him. Constantly. And he loves it.

He loves that you seem to think he's some sort of God.

And he really loves it when you touch his butt because you begged him to treat you as his equal, meaning that ass of yours is in his hands quickly.

Helion-

You know when a guys thighs are so thick they become one with his dump truck? Helion.

He actually requires a CDL for his ass.

You can't really tell until he's naked and turns around due to the thickness of his thighs, but this male has ass for days.

And his ass is FIRM. There is not an ounce of fat on him.

He considers his ass a trophy of sorts, so touching it is only for those privileged to.

Luckily you have that privilege.

Oh, look.. I included the Archeron sisters

Feyre-

Don't accuse me of doing our girl dirty, but I picture Halle Berry in her Catwoman suit when I think of Feyre's body.

The reason you can't accuse me of doing her dirty is because the things I'd do if Halle Berry told me to do them are extreme.

I picture Feyre as very lean, very cut, and she had the cutest baby bubble butt.

She's definitely the friend who thinks she has no booty until you help her find the right outfit for the booty.

She also blushes whenever you touch it.

She wishes it was bigger sometimes, but a few spanks in, and she's telling you she's perfect as she is.

I wish I could find a better picture of this 🫠

Nesta-

Nesta I also picture as tight and lean.

For some reason when I read her, I picture Adriana Lima, but with blonde hair.

Maybe it's because I think Nesta has sultry vibes?

Nesta tries to keep herself small. It's ingrained deeply into her head because of her mother and grandmother that she has to be small.

She's also constantly training, so it keeps her tight.

She may not have the biggest ass, but that thing is the best apple you've bit

Elain-

If you don't know by now, you're about to: elain at minimum is slim thick.

I personally see truly happy glowing elain as mid to plus size, and I'm hoping for mid to plus size elain once this stupid shipwar is over.

Right now, though, elain is slimthick.

She's still recovering from her spicy sadness days, and her recovery has her doing squats in the garden

Ass. For. Days.

It's why she actually doesn't wear pants. She tried once and every almost had a collective mass failure heart attack.

So now, her booty is reserved for you and you alone.

You love it when she wears cheeky things in the bedroom.

I imagine elain is super into impact play because she loves the way you compliment her recoil.

I think she's secretly proud of her booty. She just doesn't want anyone else to know. So sssshhhh.

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[yurishica]

I have something like ideas for my YanSim rewrite, it's about order of rivals

First rival is Muja Kina. In that interpretation she's a student, who's interested in medicine and plans to build a career in this sphere. She's still clumsy and sometimes light-headed. I think that eliminating Osana is actually too hard for a first rival, because of Raibaru and because she already has good reputation, so, I think Muja would fit better, because her reputation is not really good and she doesn't have any person who will protect her if she's in danger.

Amai is the second rival. She has better reputation and when she's at school she will be busy with a bake sale, so her elimination will be harder.

Kizana is the third. She has high reputation and will spend most of her free time on the gym scene with drama club members + I think art club members could be there to prepare decorations.

Oka Ruto is the fourth rival. In my vision she will be hard to eliminate because if other occult members see you trying to hurt Oka, they will fight with you like protective person. They're not invincible, so you can beat them.

Asu Rito is the fifth rival and she's physically strong and she can fight back against front attacks. Her event is the sport competition.

The sixth rival is Osana and her elimination is similar to game. While not being really strong herself, she has a friend who's invincible.

The seventh rival is Mida Rana and she's still a teacher. I don't think that she really loves Taro, she just wants to "play" with him, while not really being interested in him as a person. It's hard to imagine how matchmaking would work in her case, maybe she will be the only rival who can't be matchmade (Or matchmaking won't exist in my rewrite at all. I think it's interesting as a gameplay mechanic, but I don't like it as a concept idk)

The eighth rival is Osoro and I think she's kinda cool as a concept and I can understand why she's hard to eliminate, so I don't think that she really needs to be rewritten

Hanako is ninth and I don't really understand how she would work as a rival, because she's well, his sister, so I don't think she will confess to him under the cherry tree. And is she really a danger? I think the only reasonable elimination for her is friendship. Expelling her doesn't work, because she will see him at home, maybe matchmaking could work, though I don't think that just giving her a boyfriend solves her emotional addiction with her brother.

Megami is tenth and same to Osoro. She's good

[yansimstorythatiwillnotworkon]

Miyuji Shan

Name: Miyuji Shan

Gender: Female

Class: 3-2

Club: Light Music

Persona: Social Butterfly

Reputation:

Overall: +50

Liked: +50

Respected: +100

Feared: 0

Crush: None

Strength: Incapable

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The main thing about Miyuji that I'd like to emphasize is her past anxiety. I mentioned it up above, but when she was in grade school or middle school, she screwed up in a talent show. Not only could she not handle the failure, but she couldn't handle the bullying and constant comments made about her performance.

A canon idea for her that I'm content with is her parents not often being around. When she messed up her performance, her parents weren't there to help her, although her mother did pick her up from school. After Miyuji proved to be too anxious to go back to school, her mother had to homeschool her.

This really just consisted of her shooting her an email with the work she needed to do and telling her to email it back when she's finished. Eventually, a couple of years later, Miyuji's parents both got too busy with their work to help Miyuji, so they sent her back to public school with a daily therapist appointment.

With the help of her therapist and her peers (like Furredo and Geiju), she stepped out of her shell a bit before ultimately deciding to transform herself completely. Now she is the Myuji we know today.

One thing I'm not sure if I'll keep is Myuji shutting down the club if one of the members goes missing or is killed. I did mention that I wanted to shrink the club member necessity down, and I don't think Miyuji would immediately give up on her club even if one was gone.

If that number increased to all of her friends being gone, then she'd likely start hanging out along before deciding to be homeschooled again. Not just because of anxiety this time, but because of depression after losing her friends and the club she worked so hard to keep up.

I think that if Miyuji lost her club mates one by one, she would get increasingly anxious and worried each time until deciding to leave. (This just serving as the in-between so that we don't have instances like Amai reacting the same to one or all of her clubmates missing.)

[lemonthepotato]

Amai’s Week

I didn’t even know until today that Amai had a week, that’s how hard this game fell off. Anyway, boy do I have some criticisms.

1) We need that many ways to enter a building in a mission? Why? It ends the same no matter what. The mission is still linear.

2) The dialogue in this game is so stiff and not how people talk. Never played a Hitman mission where the target said “I’m going to be here at X time, doing Y thing, blah blah blah” but Amai is kind enough to specify the times she’ll be serving food. Yeah, it’s kind of intuitive to not exit the classroom and start serving octodogs, the cooking club should know it’ll only be at morning, lunch and after school.

3) Amai’s sabotage events are so silly. I remember jokingly thinking “what? are we going to be giving him a pink apron or something?” as a JOKE. And then it HAPPENED, essentially. These characters are meant to be adults LARPing as teenagers but even a teenager has more maturity than “oh, you made an apron I didn’t like!” What? Did Ayano draw a swastika on it or another hate symbol? The game refers to it as a ‘lame’ apron, which implies it’s more likely that Ayano used a bland colour scheme. I’m sorry, but “I wanted a black apron but you made me a pink one, that offends me” is not on the same level. And by the way- if Amai’s food is giving people food poisoning due to Ayano’s sabotage, why is she still allowed to run the bake sale???

I was genuinely thinking “surely, it’s more going in this direction” during the picnic talk. It was. So, what? Amai is supposed to control the insects?

If you sabotage all of Amai’s events, Senpai should get the sense that she’s a BAD COOK. Literally all. Her sabotage events are NOT enough to warrant being cut off or rejected.

4) I like how no one in this game questions a giant ass water fountain placed randomly in a room.

5) THE LOVE CONFESSION DOESN’T MAKE AMAI LOOK GOOD, EITHER. Who the FUCK says “yeah, I know I’ve known you for a week, but I was actually pissed at you for mourning your dead friend because… what about me???”

OKAY, TO BE FAIR, THAT “MAKE SURE YOU KEEP THAT IN MIND” LINE FROM AYANO GOES HARD ASF 🔥

6) Okay lol I just. I love how funny Kizana is.

I like to imagine Ayano and Senpai are in some Truman Show situation where Info-chan is just hiring all these colourful personalities to rizz Senpai to create the craziest situations ever. Like Ayano is just some institutionalised person who was dragged out by a studio to be exploited in her dire mental state. Can’t wait to get Kizana in 2025 and Oka in 2026.

Look I’m an Amai defender but spitting in someone’s food is VILE. The reason I don’t go to… let’s call it OldRonalds is because three employees spat in my food. I had three occasions. Yeah, wasn’t risking a fourth. AND IT’S IMPLIED SHE DID THIS SEVERAL TIMES. That is NASTY.

7) Yeah I definitely talk to myself when cooking. That’s totally normal.

8) SHE TELEPORTS IMMEDIATELY TO THE FLOOR. ALSO HOW WOULD NO ONE HEAR THAT???

9) A small pet peeve of mine over the years is the line “oh my god! is that a dead body?” when talking about their classmates. Akademi is a small school, where everyone should know each other. Maybe- like “Oh my god! [character’s surname, because it’s Japan, or whatever their nickname is considering Akademi has nicknames]? A-are you okay? I need to get help!”

10) Ben Shoku-ro asks us to essentially stalk Amai. Very normal. See, this is why I headcanon that Akademi is just a mental institution disguised as some… high school LARP. A very ineffective one, too.

11) I like how everyone has the exact same criticism with the exact same wording towards Amai’s cooking.

12) “You shoot 100% of the takes you don’t miss” is such a funny quote. No shit Sherlock.

13) “juvenile delinquent” aren’t they 18? C’mon, if you’re gonna use the “they’re actually 18” excuse, be consistent about it.

14) Welcome to Writing 101. In Inkyu and Sakyu’s conversation on Friday, the pink one (Inkyu, I believe) says “however?” While Inkyu is gathering her thoughts. It doesn’t add tension to the scene, they’re talking about fucking studying. It happens twice, actually. It’s awkward and drags on too long. I’m a writer, not a programmer, but surely there has to be a way to make the dialogue end faster?

Also Horuda canonically drawing kill art is real asf. She is not okay in the head and is expressing her emotions to avoid doing something dangerous. This is what we call showing, not telling. This is something this game struggles at.

15) Wait, Kyuji stalking Osana is a bounty? What if the player match made them? Is the game seriously gonna punish you for doing the pacifist route?

16) Why can Toga walk on bushes???

Okay if Senpai’s new personality is himbo than I kinda fw him.

HELP DID YANDEREDEV FORGET TOGA WASN’T A CREEP SO HAD TO RETCON IT?? Same with Horo, though I think Horo being weird was inferred by the demon Easter egg.

17) Also, another general criticism, but the dialogue in this game is so wonky. Instead of “Hey, blah blah, did you know blah blah dislikes gossip?” It could be “Hey, blah blah, X said to me gossipers were all evil people. Ridiculous, right? Who doesn’t gossip from time to time? Guess that’s what I’m doing” or something shorter than that. And things like money and violence shouldn’t even be discussable topics. I’m sorry but “Hey, Horuda Umetsu, did you know Amai Odayaka dislikes violence” would receive an “okay? don’t we all?” IRL. Like even though Horuda is prone to violence no one’s going around shaming people for disliking it WTF.

(Edit: Btw, before Amai came out, I made my own version of Amai’s week a year ago, along with the other rivals, but honestly? They suck. I’ll add them anyway, if you wanna check them out, but I got lazy halfway through and began half assing stuff: Amai, Kizana, Oka, Asu, Muja, Mida, Osoro, Hanako, Megami. I’m not saying these are better than the game. The way I characterised Kizana, for example? Canon Kizana is much better. The writing on these posts were somehow cringier than the actual writing. Why share it then? Dunno. I like humiliating myself? Oddly, I got a lot of nice DM’s from people about them at the time. I also made a shitty AU.) (I have more posts over there, like a mission mode concept ending) (also, it was only a year ago, but I feel like my writing has improved a ton since then)

Addendum: Not sure if I gave the impression I support YandereDev. I don’t.

[crimsonedquill]

Falling asleep together headcanons (+ reactions)

Was in the mood for some fluffy headcanons so I decided to treat myself. Here's how I picture the main cast falling asleep together with MC plus other characters reacting to it 🖤

Poppy Sweeting 🦡

Snuggling together in the crook of Highwing’s wing is just perfect. It’s warm, safe, and it comes with the additional benefit of Hippogriff protection. Also, she totally has a pet Niffler to keep away bad dreams.

Natty’s reaction: Finds it adorable. She’s glad Poppy has finally found a human friend she dares to be this intimate with. Also, she likes how they resemble a mother keeping watch over her young ones; it reminds her to go give her own amai a hug.

Anne’s reaction: She sees a parallel as well, but with her brother. She’s reminded of the comfort of his arms, where she always feels like everything will be all right and nothing can hurt her. Kinda wants a therapeutic sleep Hippogriff now too.

Natsai Onai 🦁

They fall asleep in front of a fireplace in the Room of Requirement, MCs head on her lap. She lovingly strokes their hair until she feels her own eyelids getting heavier. Might as well close them for a quick nap of her own.

Poppy’s reaction: She passes them on her way to the vivariums. Merlin, that’s lovely. She would absolutely join them if she weren’t so terribly busy. But here, they can have a Puffskein to keep them warm and comfortable.

Sebastian’s reaction: It’s a moment of bittersweet deja vu for him. Anne used to sleep on his lap like that all the time when they were little. Hopefully Natty is able to offer MC the same comfort as he was back then.

Imelda Reyes 🐍

A high castle tower or a nice tall mountain spire; as long as it’s hard to reach so no one can bother them when they finally have a moment to their own. The temperatures might not be ideal, but they have each other’s body warmth to keep them warm.

Poppy’s reaction: She spots them while taking Highwing out for a flight around the highlands. She chuckles to herself as she watches them cuddle just a few feet away from a head-dizzying drop. That looks nice; she must try that out with Highwing sometime.

Amit’s reaction: He’s out stargazing when he spots something curious on the top of a high mountain. As he adjusts his telescope, his mouth falls open… is that?

Well, to each their own, he supposes. Personally, he prefers the relative comfort of the Astronomy Tower.

Ominis Gaunt 🐍

He introduces MC to the amazing concept of floors. There are lots of them and they’re so comfortable too! He’s glad to point them to all his favourite spots so they can nap together between classes… or after.

Natty’s reaction: She think’s a bit impractical, but it actually looks quite wholesome. Next time she’ll have to remember to offer MC her flank to sleep on if they ever feel tired. Gazelle fur probably makes for a better pillow than cold stone.

Amit’s reaction: He’s so engrossed in his Astronomy manual that he doesn’t see the two bodies on the floor until he trips over them. Will hastily apologise to the two groggy faces turning up to him and take his leave. Who in Merlin’s name sleeps on the ground?

Sebastian Sallow 🐍

Can’t go wrong with a certified classic. History of Magic is the perfect time to catch up on the sleep they lose running around the Restricted Section at night. He will offer MC his shoulder to lean on and they quietly doze off together… until woken up by the cold shower of a certain mind-numbing spectral Professor passing through them.

Ominis’ reaction: He’d recognise that snoring anywhere. Might come up with a sarcastic quip, but most of the time he will probably just join them. His friend has two shoulders, doesn’t he?

Imelda’s reaction: Would probably be more inclined to call the gesture romantic if they weren’t drooling all over each other. Merlin’s sake, go find a broom closet already.

Amit Thakkar 🦅

Stargazing is one of their favourite nightly pastimes. He’s so prudent, always bringing snacks and a big blanket to keep them comfortable as they take turns peering through the telescope. More often than not, they’ll end up cuddling together underneath it, MC softly falling asleep on his shoulder.

Anne’s reaction: Finds the whole display utterly romantic. If she’ll ever get another chance at a life free of pain, this is how she wants to spend it with her potential lover; falling asleep together under the beautiful night sky.

Imelda’s reaction: Hah. Nerds.

Anne Sallow 🐍

MC’s relaxing baths are just heavenly. They always take such good care of her, delicately washing her hair and shoulders until she feels herself drifting away from the physical pain and torment. MC will settle down next to the bath and hold her hand to make sure she doesn’t accidentally dip under water. Will probably close their own eyes for a minute too.

Ominis’ reaction: He didn’t mean to walk in on them, but he realises what’s going on when he hears the soft snoring coming from the bath. He smiles to himself. Good for them; it’s been so long since Anne had a decent rest. He’ll quietly take his leave to let them sleep.

Sebastian’s reaction: They are doing WHAT now?

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"LOVE I-I-ICREAM" lyrics in english + romanization ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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LOVE I-I-ICECREAM, LOVERY I-I-DARLING LOVE I-I-ICECREAM, LOVERY I-I-FANCY LOVE I-I-ICECREAM, LOVERY I-I-LOVE ME ♡ lets eat it quickly before it melts, do you like the flavour of being in love? (so sweet)like it? (but bitter) hate it? (tell me) like it? (bite me) Oh no, im distracting again! Dont you understand? Your fate between all the humans... is me! Your eyes looking at me (yum yum) your whispering voice (yum yum) 24 hours (yum yum) are specially tasty! (love it) Cant hide them anymore! (ding dong) My feelings are unraveling (ding dong) dont be mean to me (with you) love i-i-icecream, a hot dream, but also cold and sweet, would you like it? love i-i-icecream, everytime i taste it, i feel a thrilling feeling of summer! want more? love i-i-icecream, when im besides you, i feel like im melting, what should i do?! like vanilla, its not perfect! but ill keep hugging this heart ♡ LOVE I-I-ICECREAM, LOVERY I-I-DARLING LOVE I-I-ICECREAM, LOVERY I-I-FANCY LOVE I-I-ICECREAM, LOVERY I-I-LOVE ME ♡ pick a different flavor, and tell me "take a bite" but you are drinking iced coffee always... is it the fault of the heat that everything seems so hard? i just wanna be spoiled limitless!! cheeks blushing (yum yum) even in my chest (yum yum) i want to be spoiled (yum yum) i want my favourite topping! even if its a filtratious game (meow meow) ot just greed (meow meow) its a proof that i love you! ♡ (you are) love i-i-icecream, why sometimes, you show me sweet but bitter dreams? love i-i-icecream, i want to stop the time, before it overflows! yes too (no too) ice too (hot too) with you (everything) i want to taste... you are so sweet, sweet, hey! love i-i-icecream, is it yummy? ♡ (hey! a lot more)love i-i-icecream, i want to be besides you, but i feel like ill get drunk, what should i do?! if chocolate its your favorite, kiss this heart! if it is raspberry, id give you my love! LOVE I-I-ICECREAM, LOVERY I-I-DARLING LOVE I-I-ICECREAM, LOVERY I-I-FANCY LOVE I-I-ICECREAM, LOVERY I-I-LOVE ME ♡ do you have something by your lips? its exciting cream!

✮ romaji lyrics ✮⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆

LOVE I-I-ICECREAM, LOVERY I-I-DARLING LOVE I-I-ICECREAM, LOVERY I-I-FANCY LOVE I-I-ICECREAM, LOVERY I-I-LOVE ME ♡ hayaku tabenakya toke chai sōdayo koisuru gentei no Flavor (So swēt) suki?(but bitter) kirai? (Tell Me) suki? (Bite Me!) mō yada, hora mata meutsuri chūdesho  wakaranai? unmei no hito wa... watashi tte! mitsumeru mega (Yumyum) sasayaku koe ga (Yumyum) niyo jikan (Yumyum) supesharu ni Tastey (Love it) kakusu hodo ni (dingdong) bareru omoi (dingdong) ijiwaru shicha dame ! kimi to ♡ LOVE I-I-ICECREAM atsuku tsumetai amai yume o mitai no īdesho?  Love i-i-icecream nametemitara  dokidoki suru natsu no yokan nee motto!  LOVE I-I-ICECREAM sobani ni itai  demo tokechai sōna no dō shiyō? banira mitai ni sunao janai, kono hātogoto idaki shimete LOVE I-I-ICECREAM, LOVERY I-I-DARLING LOVE I-I-ICECREAM, LOVERY I-I-FANCY LOVE I-I-ICECREAM, LOVERY I-I-LOVE ME ♡ chigau aji erande "ne, hitokuchi chōdai" tte shitai  hā nanoni mata kimi wa aisu kōhī nonderu nanimokamo atsusano sei kana omoikkiri nē amaetai hoteru hō mo (Yumyum) mune no oku mo (Yumyum) yokubaritaiyo (Mumyum) kimi wo nomi no Topping (Love it)  kakehiki datte (Meow meow) kimagure datte (Meow meow) daisukina shoko jan! kimi wa LOVE I-I-ICECREAM toki ni setsunai  awai yume o miseru no dōshite?  LOVE I-I-ICECREAM kobore ochiru  ima jikan o tomete hoshī yesmo(nomo)icemo(hotmo)kimi to(zenbu) ajiwaitai  you are so sweet! sweet! hora love i-i-icecream, oishīdesho? "aan~" nē motto zutto ..!  LOVE I-I-ICECREAM sobani ni itai  demo yo kechai sōnano dōshiyō ?  chokorēto mitai ni honmeinara  kono hāto e to kisu o shite  razuberī kawari ni ai o nosete LOVE I-I-ICECREAM, LOVERY I-I-DARLING LOVE I-I-ICECREAM, LOVERY I-I-FANCY LOVE I-I-ICECREAM, LOVERY I-I-LOVE ME ♡ kuchi ni tsuiteru? tokimeki no cream

thats all,, yk if you have a req let me know!! :3 had a time trwying to undertand the goddamit kanjis... if i have a mistake let me know!! kisses (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

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i could not find a mv, but i found a live and dancing practice!ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊

[organchordsandlightning]

a brief little thing I (belatedly) wrote to celebrate @shadow0haven's birthday! I know amai likes creechures so I wrote some little creechur fluff set something around S2! happy birthday, friend!

“Weren’t we just in a desert?” Arthur demanded, his teeth chattering. “How the hell is it suddenly this cold?”

Arthur, I don’t think rules from your world apply here. There’s places we could rest until this storm is over. Why don’t we –

Maybe it was John’s use of ‘your world’ that put Arthur on edge. Maybe he was in a contrarian mood. Maybe John’s new form was a constant reminder that, oh, yes, John used to be a part of something grander and terrible, and any semblance of a normal life for Arthur had ended the second he picked up that book.

“I’m f-fine,” he insisted. He grabbed the ends of his coat and pulled them tighter around his chest, trudging through the snow. Arthur swore the drifts were growing deeper, up to his calves from his ankles, and it slowed him down considerably. “Just t-t-t-tell me which direction to head. This way, you said, yeah?”

I… 

Something furry and fibrous from John flicked out, cuffing the top of his head inadvertently. “Watch it!” Arthur barked. “Christ, can’t you keep ahold of yourself?”

I couldn’t see. Sorry. 

“What, are your eyes at the end of those…” Arthur hadn’t asked John for a description of himself. John hadn’t seemed willing to give one, but the occasional brushes as he walked along didn’t promise anything mundane. All Arthur really knew was that John was massive, though whether he slithered, walked, or hopped along like a fucking Pogo stick was beyond Arthur’s grasp. The snow was blowing too hard for that. “Things?” He accused, frustrated.

Yeah, Arthur. What do you want me to do about it?

Arthur wanted to tell him where he could stick it, that might help, but a particularly cold flurry momentarily froze him in his place. He hadn’t felt his face for what felt like hours,. Though John’s temporary vacation from his mind had given him his hand back… well, what good was it when he couldn’t feel either of his hands? Arthur clapped them together, blew into them for warmth, and realized miserably that the very air inside his lungs was freezing. 

I can’t see where we’re going. It’s blizzarding, Arthur. You need to stop. 

“What do you mean, you can’t see where we’re going? You said the mountains were this way –”

You’ve been listing to the right.

“Because it’s fucking cold!” Arthur shouted, and perhaps he shouldn’t have, but the only thing boiling hot in him was his fucking temper. Might as well make use of it. Survived the forest, survived the desert, only to freeze to death. Perhaps the King would flit by and mount Arthur’s head on his wall – or John’s, whatever creature he’d become in the Dreamlands. “Because it’s fucking cold, and I’m tired, and I’m… I don’t…”

Too cold to cry. Far too cold to cry. He thought his eyes might have been freezing over; certainly when he blinked, he felt the ice from his lashes sting his sockets. 

There’s a snow drift over here. Again, John’s tendril passed over his head, guiding it to the right. It’ll provide some shelter from the wind. 

“It’s not the wind that’ll kill me, John. Is there anything we can do to, to start a fire? Something?”

No. I think the snow’s too deep for that, and I don’t see anything for kindling. But… I might be able to help with the cold. 

The ground shuddered underneath Arthur’s feet. With a jolt, Arthur realized that – whatever form John took now – he had just sat down, the mass of him enough to shake the earth. It’d been a long time since he’d been afraid of John, but there was a certain intimidation involved. After all, John hadn’t had a body for quite a long while, God only knew if he remembered how fragile human ones could be.

Something furry brushed along Arthur’s chest, followed by the slightest of weight. It felt like…

It felt like a paw. Four massive claw-tips pressed against his shirt, enough to break through the cotton but not the skin. Even with the blizzard around him, heat radiated from the skin of his paw-pads, the whiplash almost painful. 

“What are you, some giant lion?” 

What’s a lion? Something decidedly non-mammalian flicked against his shoulder, and Arthur decided against questioning further. Perhaps it was best not to know, given the creatures they’d faced before.

The reminder that warmth did exist in the world was not a very good incentive for Arthur to keep walking. Equally unpleasant was the idea of stopping, of spending a single second longer here than he really had to. All he wanted was to get home, god damn it, and the despair of it turned his limbs to lead.

“No chance I could just ride you?” Arthur asked half-hearted.

Uh… there’s, uh. Spines. I think they might be poisonous. John considered. I could pick you up in my teeth –

“Alright, where’s the drift?”

It wasn’t far; Christ, he was grateful for that. He swore the blizzard got worse as he stood, waiting for John to clear out what he could. While he did, he tried to keep an ear out for John’s movements – but the swoosh of John clearing away snow was almost imperceptible from the roars of the snow. Icy crystals embedded into his skin. Given the nature of the Dreamlands, Arthur couldn’t be sure that they weren’t. Maybe he was slowly dying, microscopic cuts from the inside bleeding him dry. A cheerful thought.

Okay, John rumbled, trundling up next to him. I think that’s all I can do. C’mon. 

“Right.”

Even if it wasn’t much warmer, a break from the wind was more than welcome. Arthur curled his knees up to his chest. If he could seek out an ounce of heat from his body, anywhere… but even his bones seemed frozen solid. His teeth chattered while he ducked his head to his chest, cowering in the cold.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. The ground trembled next to him as John grew closer. Christ, whatever John was, Arthur hoped he wasn’t about to be pulverized. That’d be an ignoble way to die, though quicker than the fucking ice! 

With a sigh that whistled in the back of his mind, John startled to settle. Arthur became aware of warmth radiating out towards him, almost tantalizingly close, before –

John squished him. A bit.

He didn’t think it was intentional, and didn’t raise much more than an ooph of alarm as something furry and solid knocked against his back. Arthur fell forward onto fur-covered ground – no, no, that was a paw. Arthur’s hands darted around, trying to see where he was, and he could feel the horrific curve of John’s sharpened claws peeking through the fur. Christ, the paw was nearly as big as he was, so what did that mean for…?

Will you stop moving? John growled, frustrated. If I break all of your fucking bones, it’ll be your fault. 

“What are you –?”

There really was a good deal of panicked uncertainty, not being able to see any of this. He tried, indeed, not to move until John settled, until a small weight came to rest on his head. Arthur reached up in curiosity, fingers passing through his fur, until he came across – eugh. What was –?

Get your hand out of my mouth, Arthur.

“Right. Sorry.” Arthur wiped his hand off on the front of his shirt. Gingerly, John curled his paw and moved Arthur with it. For his part, Arthur tried to cooperate in a way that wouldn’t get him inadvertently speared because John had had claws for all of a few hours. “This – this would be a lot easier if I knew what you’d looked like, you know. I understand, if you don’t want to tell me, but…”

He reached out, touching fur… and kept going. Jesus, how much fur did John actually have? He could lose himself up to his elbow and still didn’t meet skin. Eventually, the paw retreated, and Arthur was practically buffeted against –

Oh. Oh, he could hear John’s heartbeat, just faintly, ringing through… yes, Arthur fancied that he was pressed somewhere against John’s chest, with John curled up around him. 

(He tried not to think of the stray cat on the fire escape, the one he and Parker fed from time to time. How they’d come out one day to see her curled up around a litter of kittens, their little faces peeking out from her long, soft fur. Hell, he’d agree with the kittens on one thing - it beat freezing to death.)

As far as I can tell, I have the body of a lion. My tail is… it’s long, Arthur. There’s a poison stinger at the end of it, dripping poison. I’m not going to hit you with it.

“Much obliged for that.”

And… like I said, spines up and down my back. I have the face of a –

“A person?”

How did you know?

“Well,” Arthur said. His frigid bones were beginning to melt – already, the blizzard seemed so far away, the screaming winds so distant as not to matter. “It sounds like you’re describing a manticore. Tell me, have you got… wings, of some kind? Christ, could you fly?” This journey would get much easier if John could fly.

Uh… no? Oh, excellent. Arthur always loved when John acted like he was going mad. It’s just… tendrils. Lots of tendrils, some with pointed edges, others with… eyes. I won’t hit you with those, either.

“Eugh. Much obliged.” 

Able to get himself comfortable, Arthur stretched out. He could still hear John’s heartbeat, thumping reassuringly against his ear, and with the soft warmth of his fur, the solidity of his paw underneath his head… god, when was the last time he’d gotten to sleep somewhere at all comfortable? Nevermind a bed, a bed was too much to wish for. Just somewhere warm, like this.

“What’s your face look like?” He asked curiously. “If you’ve got the face of a person.”

I don’t know. I can’t… see my own face, no matter what I do. And you’re… 

Blind, yes. That made things difficult. “Well,” Arthur offered cheerfully, feeling peculiarly optimistic. It was good to have things to look forward to, amidst hell. At the very least it distracted the mind. “Soon as we get out of this storm, we’ll find a… a lake or something, you can look in. Even if this is all temporary, be good to actually put a face to you.”

Do you think it’ll be mine? Or… the King’s?

“I don’t think we’ll know until we see it, do we? See if it feels like yours.” 

Alright. John sounded more cautious than excited, but such as it was. You should get some rest, Arthur. I don’t know how long this storm will last, but it might be good to take advantage of the opportunity. I’ll wake you up when it stops.

That was sound strategy. When he’d first come over to the Dreamlands, the idea of sleeping here had been unfathomable… until, of course, he grew tired. Now he’d take anywhere that wouldn’t kill him as he slept.

He had no guarantees, here. Other than the big manticore tendril creature keeping watch over him. Hard to know if he could trust John here, given all that had happened, given all that they’d discovered John was…

But if he had to trust somebody, then he chose to trust John.

(At the very least, if John wanted to kill him in his sleep, he’d had plenty of opportunities before all this.) 

Arthur finally let the last muscle in his back relax. The curve of John’s claws rested on his head, but he didn’t flinch. 

Sleep well, Arthur, John rumbled, the noise coming from deep within his chest.

An absolutely mad place to sleep… but he was tired, and John was warm, and the fur enrobed him so completely. He could hear John’s breathing around him, he could hear the thump of John’s insistent heartbeat, and before Arthur could decide whether or not to give in and fall under, he drifted off.

[caniasfire]

@starcunin sent:

“  when you look at me,  i feel seen.  i feel like you see past everything i’ve always surrounded myself with to try and protect my heart.  no one has ever looked that deeply at me.  ”  

The fire within him spread across every inch of his body, lighting up every inch of him with pure magic, the sensation playing a dangerous game of tightroping on the line that separated euphoria with destruction. Joy mingled with a hint of sadness, and that helped hold back the intensity of his emotions. They clashed among each other inside him, every blow they took making it harder to breathe, and he was never sure which would come out on top. Sometimes he wondered if he would be able to feel that pure happiness he once felt, or if he was now doomed to always hide a note of melancholy behind it. Logically, he was over it, he understood what had happened, why it happened, it was in the past . . . but his heart was having a hard time letting go. 

Numbing out his feelings had been a tactic for survival before; if he didn’t give them anything, they couldn’t hurt him. So they would laugh, they would tease, they would lash out, but he’d remain expressionless. It’s why he cut off his tail. Now that he knew more about himself, the control he once exerted over his emotions was a bridge into controlling the fire within him, or at least attempt to control it enough as to burn everything but specific targets. Those who matter.

All that control didn’t exist around Astarion, though. He could feel the way he lit him up from the core of his being, the fire that was him growing wilder at the mere sight of the vampire. It rhythmically pressed against skin at the same pace of his heart, and the faster it beat the hotter he would burn all over. The glow around his eyes turned a brighter shade of yellow as he listened to the other, and he could hear himself in Astarion’s words. He, too, knew something about surrounding oneself with walls to keep everything out. Once he had been desperate for connection and let people slip in through the cracks – he pulled them in through the cracks, only to then reinforce his defenses to protect his heart when he found himself bleeding. With his walls high as ever, Astarion still managed to disarm him with just his eyes, and he would have to put great effort into avoiding to lean into the other’s touch. For all the bleeding he caused, he still made his heart beat in a rhythm he had become addicted to. It wasn’t the adrenaline of a bad decision, or the fear of looking at a devil in the eyes, it was something else that slowly had become strong enough to override the ache that had overtaken him not too long ago. 

He held Astarion’s hand in his own, fingers intertwined, his thumb caressing the side of the other’s palm. No one has ever looked that deeply at me. Amay squeezed his hand, his eyes drifting away from the other’s for a brief moment as he brought the pale hand to his lips, pressing a kiss against the delicate skin.

“Others always looked at me like I was the dirt beneath their shoes.” That was what was waiting for him once this was over, one way or another, he would be dragged back to hell if he didn’t figure out a way to claim his freedom. It’s a question that plagued him ever since they set foot on the city; what now? He had made his peace with the fact he had to go back to Cania, that that was where he belonged, but with every caress and affectionate words from Astarion he grew more and more hesitant. The future was uncertain, and it filled him with dread. “But whenever your eyes are on me, I feel like I’m the only person in the room.” He lowered his gaze to the pale hand in his grip once more, one claw gently pressing against the skin to draw circles on it. “I am glad that . . . you feel something similar when I look at you. You’re not just a pretty face to look at. You’re so much more than that to me. You always have been.” He began to trace the strokes for love in his language on the pale skin in his hands but stopped himself midway, a wave of shame hitting him. “Not saying you are not pretty to look at, though.” 

He fell silent for a moment, his eyes fixed on Astarion’s hand as he was lost in thought. 

“I don’t want to go back to Mephistar.” He blurted out. “I want to stay with you.” He squeezed Astarion’s hand slightly, his palms growing warmer. “I want to be with you, for as long as you’ll have me.”

[hopes-memorial]

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Amai ships

Gundham: They giggle a little as they lean up on their tip toes to kiss him softly, wrapping their arms around his neck as they pull him closer. They adore him so much, enough that even in such a gentle kiss, they don't pull away until they both need air. Staring into his eyes as they pant softly, they giggle a little before giving him a quick peck. "I love you, my beloved warlock."

Kiyotaka: Naturally, he was studying for too long again, and instead of just kissing him, he got in his lap and put his hands on the prefect's cheeks. They give him a hard stare for a moment before kissing him, hard. The fact that they had to do this to get him to stop wasn't lost on them, and while it worried them, they were fine with it if it meant they got to do this more often. When they pull away, they press their foreheads together and speak softly. "Come to bed, my beloved knight, please?"

Fuyuhiko: "My prince, my beloved prince~♪" They sing song as they get closer to him, wrapping their arms around him. It was always blissful when they were able to get away from everyone else and just be together, and while they wanted to ease him, just a little, they couldn't resist just giving him affection right now as they give him a soft, adoring kiss, closing their eyes and humming softly in it as they hold him even closer. Pulling away, they smile brightly at him. "Hehe, I love you, my prince."

Hajime: It was a slow day in the shop, and while they were enjoying working with Hajime, they couldn't help but feel a little bad that he was there doing nothing right now. It was always hard when school was in session. Popular as they were, there were still hours when there was nothing to do, so taking the opportunity to wrap their arms around him and give him a sweet kiss. Humming softly in delight, they sigh softly when they hear the door open and they pull away. "And just when things were getting fun... oh, well. Lets save that for closing, all right?"

Raijin: Amai giggles a little as the two of them get off the plane. They loved whenever they were able to be with him in the sky like this. It was exhilarating and freeing, and they just adored seeing their partner utterly in his element. Wrapping their arms around him, they plant a kiss on his lips, sweet and gentle as they look up at him. "That was so much fun. Amai will make sure to make lunch for us next time."

Naoko: Seeing their lover sleeping wasn't anything new for them. If anything it was all too common, but they couldn't help but to find it adorable still. Going over with a blanket, they drape it over his shoulders and take a moment after adjusting it to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Sweet dreams, my dearly beloved..." They mumble softly as they go to make him a snack for when the historian wakes up.

Takumi: Given how charismatic and utterly irresistible the thief was to them. It was only natural that they would be more than tempted to steal a kiss from him, just once... just to see if they even could do it, and it was while he was focused on something else that they found the perfect opportunity to do it. As the thief fiddled with the lock, they smirk as they steal a kiss on his cheek, giggling as they pull away quickly. "Hehe, got you, Takkun~"

Haruka ships

Yukino: Naturally, she needed very little reason to kiss her girlfriend, but right now, it was hard for her to resist the urge to. Seeing Yukino and Ursula together was a gift to her. Truly what sight could be more divine than seeing a goddess and beloved familiar together in such a sweet moment as the exorcist pet the sweet looking rabbit with so much love in her eyes. Putting a finger under her girlfriend's chin, she closes her eyes as she gives her a soft, sweet kiss, tempted to linger, but not wanting to take too much attention away from Ursula. "Hm.. apologies, my dearest raven, there was simply no force on earth that could have kept me from doing so... not with how enchanting you looked."

Gundham: It was really a blessing that her crows had someone else looking out for them. She fretted over them constantly, and with someone like Gundham that she could trust with them, she felt some sort of ease that she never felt before. It was the sort of security that she hadn't felt since she was a child, and as the two of them were feeding the birds one day, she couldn't resist but to sneak a kiss to his cheek, humming softly at the feeling. "You have my sincere gratitude..." She says softly before turning her attention back on the birds, not elaborating at all on what she was thanking him for.

Mikan: It wasn't often she was in the nurse's office for anything other than seeing to see if someone died or not, though today, she found herself there with a minor accident. Bullying wasn't as big of an issue for her now as it was back in her old school though it wasn't as though it didn't happen at Hope's Peak, too. Seeing the nurse fret over her hand that had been cut by the razors left in her desk, she smiles softly, enjoying the soft bandages that her girlfriend wrapped around her hand, and as she was done, she leaned forward and pressed a hand to her cheek before kissing her as softly as she could. "I thank you for your aid, my dearest angel..."

Others

Mei and Takumi: Even if they hadn't been dating long, as they were watching one of the terrible movies that he recommended, she had stopped paying attention to it at one point and just... stared at him. He was handsome, sure, but there was something about seeing him relaxed with her like this that was even better. His eyes were so soft like this, and the feeling of his arm around her only made her feel just as soft and relaxed if not more. As he turns to ask her something or to point something out, she can't help but to lean forward and to kiss him, softly, for a long moment before pulling away. "...sorry, I-I just... you just looked really kissable for a moment there."

Reiichi and Akihito: Watching anime movies, especially older shonen ones wasn't the highest thing on his list of what he liked to do, but he certainly couldn't complain when it was with Akihito. The mangaka was... actually pretty cute when he wasn't freaking out all the time, and doing something that he knew that Akihito liked certainly seemed to help keep him calm. During a scene that was particularly emotional, Reiichi looks over for a long moment, and before he even realizes what he's doing, he presses a kiss to the mangaka's cheek. "...sorry, hope that that was all right." Though, even as he said it... he already wants to do it again.

Shirou and Rei: The patient that they were working on was done for the night. Anymore, and they might lose their toy too soon. He had planned to draw this out a bit more, and while he was cleaning up his equipment, he couldn't help but look over at her staring at their work. Macabre as the situation was, he couldn't help but find her beautiful like this, covered in the blood of their victim while watching them react so strongly with the poison that she made with love and care. It was gorgeous, and once he was done, he went over and from behind, he leaned around to kiss her cheek. "I see you're enjoying the sight of it.. we did good tonight, though... would you like me to make dinner? I've been told I make great hamburger steaks."

Elodie and Kaori: Normally, she wouldn't even think of giving a date tickets to a show on Opening Night, but she couldn't help but be excited as she handed it to Kaori. A modern retelling of Cinderella starring her... it might be a bit of an arrogant thing to give to her date, though she wanted Kaori to really enjoy the play. Naturally, it was a hit, the crowd loved the performance, though whenever she looked to the crowd, her eyes fell on the small, green haired woman, wanting to see her reaction each and every time. After the show and after the crowd cleared out, she made her way to look for the storyteller, managing to get her alone. The moment they could, Elodie couldn't help but to kiss her, just like she had kissed the actor playing the prince on stage, though while that had only appeared magical, this felt like it. It was almost addicting, the way that Kaori's lips tasted to her, and it almost made her mournful when she had to pull away. "Ah, my apologies, ma cherie, but I simply could not resist taking the chance to experience a real true love's kiss after tonight..."

Tsurugi and Etsuko: It kind of impressed him that she was able to pick up on card games so quickly. Honestly, he didn't expect anything from her, and while he still won every TCG game that they played, this time, she had gotten pretty close to beating him in one of the games that he wasn't particularly fond of. "Huh... not bad. Do you want a reward for that?" He asks, though... when she says yes, he hesitates for a moment before kissing her on the cheek. "Th-there," he grumbles as he looks away. "You'll get a real one if you win..."

Matsuri and Ume: It had been sometime since the two of them had first met, and she was very excited when they went on a date. This time of year was the perfect time for horror movies, and while she was disappointed with some of what was available, there were a few that were pretty nice to see, the gore and special effects were exciting for her, though not more so than the girl next to her. She didn't think that she would become this fond of the spray paint artist, though she was practically head over heels already, and as they get to the climax of the movie, she's gasping in delight, giggling a little as she leans over to kiss her cheek. "This is great! Thanks for bringing me..." She says before focusing fully on the movie again like nothing had happened.

Takara and Miu: While the inventor might be a bit... eccentric to say the least, he was highly enjoying her company. The way that she focused so much on them along with her being.... rather thoughtful at times with the upgrades that she offered, he found it rather admirable and adorable, too. Though, that might just be because he had a soft spot for her, her confidence attracting him like a moth to a flame. During one such visit, as he brought her some food that is mother had cooked, he found her passed out in the workshop. Rolling his eyes, he sets the food on the microwave and takes off his jacket, going to drape it over her shoulders. Pausing before he left, he goes to kiss her cheek, sighing a little as he does. "Next time, go to bed before it's too late. You'll catch a cold like this, Iruma."

Polycule

Botan and Giichi (polycule): After the date and as the four of them started dating each other, there were quite a few times that Botan found himself alone with Giichi. While he didn't watch TV at all, he could see how the actor appealed to others, even when he was angry, he was kind of adorable, enough to make Botan catch himself staring at one of his partners for quite some time. Right now, though as Giichi played with his cats, he couldn't help but stare. It was such a cute sight, and as he sat next to him, he moved to kiss his cheek, not able to help it. "Hm... you should let Reimei catch it this time... lest he be discouraged." He says as though he didn't just kiss his boyfriend as the two of them keep playing with the cats.

Botan and Hayato (polycule): Training for Botan always went like clockwork. Everyday, he got up and went through the routines that he had since he was a child, though doing it with someone else felt... different. Hayato wasn't like Masao in the sense that Hayato was going to use this knowledge instead of just going through it to spend time with him. It was nice... and it made him more eager to show the bodyguard. As they finish up for the time, Botan hums a bit as he motions for Hayato to lean down, getting on his tip toes to kiss his cheek, a little reward for doing so well. "Hm... I'm going to make lunch. Would you like to join me for the meal?" He asks before heading to the kitchen like he didn't just kiss one of his partners like that.

Masao and Hayato (polycule): Masao never liked boxing, though right now, he could tolerate it quite a bit. There was something... nice about training with Hayato. Maybe it was because the body guard could understand him in a way. They were both guys that were considerably gentle despite how they appeared and protective of someone that they deeply cared about, and while it worried him sometimes. he liked that he could fully relate to someone like this. As they finished up, his eyes caught a glimpse of him wiping away sweat, blushing a bit, he went over to the taller man and leaned up to kiss him, slowly and gently for a moment. "Good job... w-we should really work out together again, don'cha think?"

Masao and Giichi (polycule): At first, he was a little worried that he and Giichi wouldn't get along that well. The actor was better suited for someone like Botan or Hayato, though as he got some alone time with their smallest partner, he couldn't help but be utterly enamored by the smaller man as they walked through the garden. This was his favorite place to bring people and as they went, he couldn't help but to find a stray flower and to tuck it behind the actor's ear, pausing a moment as he does to kiss him. It was... softer than he thought it would be, and he lingers there for a moment before pulling away. "Sorry... really couldn' help myself there... uh... d-did ya like it?"

[sakis-sweets]

UPDATE TIME PEOPLE

The stage play tutorial is here!

The animations (which are by someone called Yomi I believe) ARE SO GOOD! They make Kokona seem so cute and lively! On that note, Kokona's voice actress did an amazing job with these lines! Cameron did really well with the sound design too! Get some sleep dude-

And we have a revamp of the first Amai cutscene! It looks awesome!!!!!!! A little stilted and slow, but still amazing! YandereDev says that the assets in this cutscene gives him almost enough material to build a barebones town with... errrrrr I'm not sure how necessary that is since we have the street, but sure!

We also have new renders for 1980's Mode cutscenes! Over 50 of them!!!!!!!!!! Someone should like rip them from the files and upload them or something lol

And there's a bunch of other fixes and improvements, like new animations and assets! I'm personally excited to see the lines written by the volunteer writer - some of the writing in Yandere Simulator is... novice? I guess? So it'll be interesting to see if this will be an improvement or not. Might be hard to judge by just a few lines though.

I have absolutely no idea what feature he's referring to. The Amai cutscene maybe? Imo he has a very loose definition of "feature" compared to me at least, because I wouldn't consider a new weapon a feature for example, but he does.

But yay! Update! Excited to see YouTubers show off all the cool stuff! I just wanted to talk about the basics as it seems no one else has yet. Yay!

[13beachesxx]

gucci bloom, one day you will be mine. flora too ofc but i've wanted that bitch bloom since she dropped. maybe a loftier dream would be becoming a gucci girl and then i'll be on the billboards next to hari nef and dakota. lol a bitch can dream

i truly do not know how to be patient with the process. in anything. give a bitch the tiniest shred of her mental health, sanity, and peace back and she's running a mile a minute. she's saying "i'm ready for my close up mr. demille" and wondering when her first official photo shoot will be. like hold the fuck up bitch.

on that note, while i'm making small movements toward my career goals, i think it's important not to do too much in that arena just yet. i'm still shifting and changing daily. focusing this year wholly on improving myself, my health, my mind, my strength will do me best. that way i can go into 2024 with thoughts of how to progress, achieve, score, win big, etc etc.

my motto for the second half of 2023 and also 2024 is "just keep on hustling." i think it was that, anyway, i had it in mind this morning but didn't write it down and now maybe i forgot. but that's close enough.

if i had a sub-normal life in 2022, i've been taking steps in 2023 to return it to normal, but i'm not content to just stop at normal, and never have been. i've always wanted the extraordinary even when it felt literally impossible. I just don't feel like it's so impossible now and the thought of the gap between me and It doesn't feel like it's completely out of reach in this lifetime. it feels quite possible now. which is another miraculous side effect of recovery i never expected.

it's so nice having friends all over the world. it's sad because you go years and years without seeing or hearing about them, but you just know there's somebody in this world whose arms you can run into and they'll hug you back so tight and it'll be like time never parted the two of you. i had this thought in the morning on the bus about amay specifically, but then i started thinking about all my friends, too many to name but just to name a few, sara, claudia, melissa, nandita, ayala, rin, and yes, even that guy.

when i thought about that guy i felt sad for 0.0025 seconds at the new developments i learned but even those were so surprisingly easy to turn into happiness, to turn into feeling happy for the happy couple. this technique has a 60-40 success rate for me currently but generally, if i try hard enough, i can focus all my feelings into happy feelings for the people i have ever felt envious towards. i just say that this is their path to walk in life, not mine, and it makes me feel better. the right frame of mind will do you wonders.

comparison kills, comparison is the thief of joy, etc etc BUT. while i will never be able to get rid of comparison, i can adjust how i feel about the thing. add a dash of insane beliefs that those things didn't come to me because something even crazier, even more amazing and better is coming to me, and somehow it works. when i truly believe it, it works wonders.

i was watching the GQ 10 things in my bag for sydney sweeney last night and one of her things was the perfume armani my way. i was like pfft this is just sly ad placement because she's currently an armani girl and of that perfume in specific. but i got a tester and sprayed it on me today and oh my it really does smell nice. my mom and sister didn't like it but i liked it a lot, i was like well damn, if she and i were up for a part at the same time, she would get it and i wouldn't because she smells like this. smelling good is so important. looking good is important too, but smelling good is ~everything.

i think i shall buy testers while i'm still a broke bitch of all the perfumes i want. honestly how genius of me.

[starcunin]

@caniasfire sent: [ LANGUAGE ] : sender begins to speak seductively and fluently with the receiver in another language.

The pale, slender form lounges languidly on the velvet loveseat, one leg propped over the other, his bare shoulder catching the flickering light of the candles that illuminate the room in a soft, golden glow. His new attire clings to him just right——a white robe that wraps across his chest, leaving one side exposed in a deliberate display of his pale skin. The bangles around his wrists clink faintly as he shifts, the slight motion drawing attention to the lithe muscle beneath. He feels luxurious, draped in silk and finery, the soft fabric brushing against his skin in a way that’s almost sinful after months spent rolling in the dirt.

But it’s not just the robe, or the lavish pillows, or even being in the Elfsong Tavern—— ( finally something close to a proper bed that doesn’t leave him aching. ) No, it’s the low, sultry cadence of Amay’s voice, that strange, molten tongue that spills from his lips like a dark melody, wrapping around Astarion like a warm caress. Infernal, Astarion knows, though he has no idea what the words mean. But gods, does it do things to him.

Astarion inhales slowly, savoring the sound, letting it wash over him as his red eyes linger on the strange, captivating creature beside him. Amay is close——so close Astarion can feel the faint heat radiating from his skin, the unmistakable scent of brimstone mingling with the warmth of the room. He’s always so warm, like a flicker of fire in the night, and Astarion has grown accustomed——no, addicted——to that heat. To him.

He leans in slightly, enough for the tips of their knees to brush, a deliberate invitation for more. He’s never shied away from teasing, but this——this is different. His gaze softens, that usual sly smirk giving way to something deeper, more genuine. A hunger still, yes——but not just for blood. Astarion tilts his head, his sharp eyes narrowing playfully as he watches the way Amay’s lips move, as if he could decipher the meaning just by staring hard enough. But there’s no need to understand the language——not really. The meaning is in the way he says it. How the words drip from his mouth like honey, like some forbidden promise that makes Astarion unravel.

He wets his lips, his fangs catching the light, and gives a low, appreciative chuckle, his voice like velvet over steel. ❛ You know, darling, I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re saying... but gods, it’s certainly doing something to me. ❜ His tone drops, laced with something far more intimate than the casual flirtation of before. He means it——every syllable, every word, coated in a rare sincerity that had taken him time to trust himself to give.

He reaches out, fingers tracing lightly along Amay’s arm, his touch feather-light but deliberate. ❛ It’s almost cruel, ❜ he murmurs, his voice a teasing whisper, though there’s no edge to it. ❛ Whispering to me in that wicked tongue of yours, without giving me a hint of what those delicious words mean. Am I to be left guessing? ❜ His hand trails higher, fingers grazing the nape of Amay’s neck before settling there, his thumb resting just against his pulse, feeling the steady beat beneath the surface——so alive, so vibrant.

The fire in Amay’s veins, that tantalizing burn Astarion has come to crave, simmers just beneath the skin, and it sends a shiver of anticipation through him. He could kiss him, taste that infernal heat on his tongue, but for once, Astarion isn’t in a hurry.

He leans in, close enough for his breath to ghost across Amay’s ear, his voice dropping to a low, seductive purr. ❛ Whatever you’re saying... don’t stop. I could listen to that voice of yours forever. ❜ His lips curve into a smile, soft and wicked all at once. ❛ And perhaps, after all we’ve been through, you could give me a little... translation. Or—❜ His thumb presses lightly against the pulse at Amay’s neck, just enough to feel it quicken. ❛—we can skip the explanations and you can show me what you mean, instead. ❜

There’s no pretense now. The flirtation that once served as a game, a shield, has long since melted away, leaving something raw and real in its wake. Astarion pulls back just slightly, enough to look Amay in the eyes, his gaze steady, sincere. ❛ You’re more than just some tantalizing distraction or a thing for me to use, Amay, and I’m sorry—again—for treating you like… an object,❜ ( oh, he knows the feeling well, still ashamed of himself for putting Amay through it knowingly ) he admits, his voice as smooth as ever, lacking its usual bite, mixed with his residual guilt. ❛ You’re... special. And it’s maddening, really. How much I want you. ❜

[hopes-memorial]

Sad as it was, they knew he couldn't be happy like this either. It was impossible. Even if Raijin claimed he wasn't a hero, the pilot's altruistic nature was just too present to allow people to suffer so much, something they admired.. at least they used to. "Good! Amai would do almost anything for you!"

They blink a bit in surprise at his confusion. "Yes... well, sort of." They think of how to word it a bit. "Juntan promised Amai and everyone a world where we would have some power in it... a change unlike any other. She promised a lot of things... Amai... I'm sure it was mostly a lie, if I'm to be honest, but she did give me something even you couldn't... told me everything I needed to hear..."

It was hard to explain, really. She knew how to poke around in their head and choose just the right things to get them down this path with a smile on their face. They weren't dumb or naive enough to believe that they would get everything that they wanted or that this was to help anyone but herself, but her words and actions... those had managed to get them all eating out of the palm of her hand...

"Amai isn't really sure what to think of it anymore, buuuuut everything is going to the way that Juntan wanted. That's what matters... at least to us." In the end, that was all that really mattered. Their own motivations were either fulfilled or changed completely over time, but that was just the how it went.

It’s definitely clear he is as good as his act was before..seeing the other in this state just did that to him. Yet..he couldn’t stop loving the other despite it all. He knows he won’t ever truly be happy when the world is like this..but he nods. “Yeah I know..”

With how things were..it’s highly unlikely such desires will ever come to pass. It was something Raijin had just accepted by this point even if he full heartedly desired it not to be true.

“Yeah…seems like everyone has to live an unlucky life with how the way the world is now. Lucky me..” he sighs just allowing them to do as they wish.

He takes notice and pauses trying to gather the others feelings before pausing with a slightly confused expression. “Your..doing all of this..just because someone asked you too?”

[dawnagustd]

MU$IC FAIRY || MYG

❃ Festivaled Away: Burned Memories hosted by @bangtanbathhouse​  

⤞ Ticket: Playlist ⤞ Main Event: Based on a Playlist ⤞ Games: fucking playlist | sensory deprivation | breath play | phone sex | oral fixation

⤞ title: mu$ic fairy  ⤞ pairing: rapper!yoongi x podcaster!female oc/reader ⤞ genre: smut   ⤞ summary: When Yoongi’s career started to kick off, he never imagined he’d have a secret admirer this early in the game. Sure, random women throw themselves at him all the time, but this one has a different approach when it comes to getting his attention.  ⤞ word count: 11k ⤞ warnings: strong language | sexual tension | pet names | dirty talk | guided masturbation | ball fondling | dom/sub dynamics | sensory deprivation | breath play | phone sex | oral fixation | mutual masturbation | protected sex | ruined orgasms | orgasm denial | hard dom!yoongi | sub!reader | blindfolding kinda? | rough sex | choking | degradation | face down doggy/ass shots | hair pulling | squirting | ass slapping | nipple sucking | multiple orgasms | blowjob | face/throat fucking | yoongi moaning(yes that’s a warning) | oral (male and female receiving) | face slapping | finger sucking | clit biting | gagging | bdsm themes | orgasm control | cum swallowing | praising | cum swapping | forced orgasms | kissing but not the cute kind | aftercare | yoongi’s harsh(no other way to put it) | crying(the good kind) | sex & music | manhandling | sex with no feelings | marking/biting/scratching | possessive!yoongi(like he’s obsessed with marking her up) | pain kink | you’re either going to love me or hate me for the ending | pov switches | lying ass heauxs | toxic behavior because they are wild lol | alcohol consumption | the oc is slightly curvy and brown like me😜 ⤞ rating: 18+  ⤞ a/n: This got way out of hand lol. I tried to write a drabble but it just didn’t work out. I need to first and foremost give a special thanks to my beta readers Bambi @agustdealer & Ryen @kithtaehyung​ for not only looking over this for me but listening to me cry and rip this story apart over and over lol(there may still be some mistakes because I’m a clown and added stuff they didn’t read). I really appreciate your dedication and faith in me. Also, praise needs to be given to the ever so talented Ryen @/kithtaehyung for this amazing banner. She slayed as always. Lastly, thank you Madame Amai @kkulmoon​ for hosting this event. I hope you all enjoy it. Don’t forget to comment, reblog, and leave feedback to let me know what you think.💖

Playlist: Vulture Island V2 by ROB49 ft Lil Baby | It’s Givin’ by Latto | Whole Lotta Money by BIA ft. Nicki Minaj | Thick by O.T. Genasis ft. 2Chainz | MMM MMM by Kali ft. ATL Jacob | Have Mercy by Chlöe Bailey

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Thank you for completing our questionnaire. Please stay on the line and allow us to find you the perfect match…

With a few basic questions and a two minute wait, he was paired with a woman that sounds rather beautiful. He imagines that she is, at least. Well, he hopes. 

He’s been chatting with her for about an half of a minute, and he’s feeling her. So he doesn’t hang up when the official timer begins.

“So umm…how confidential is this?” He can never be too careful. This could ruin his reputation if someone found out.  “You said you’ve done this before, right?”

“Yeah, it’s safe, love. Trust me.” 

He hopes you’re right. 

“After you complete the questionnaire, they pair you with a random person who has similar preferences.”

He pushes the worrisome thoughts to the back of his mind and proceeds to pleasure himself before time is up. He’s currently living paycheck to paycheck, so fifteen minutes was all he could afford.

“Should I lead or…?”

He scoffs out a laugh. “I got it, babe. Just vibe with me.”

“Okay.” Your response is through small labored breaths. You must be broke as shit too because you aren’t wasting any time. “C-Can you put on some music or something?...I umm, can’t do it  when it’s this quiet.”

He grabs his laptop and allows whatever track is next to travel through the speakers.

Fuck. He forgot about the beats he was playing for someone earlier. Hopefully, it doesn’t ruin your mood before he can change it. “Sorry,” he mutters a bit embarrassed.

“No, this is fine.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s sensual,” you pant. His brows knit together in curiosity and he momentarily ceases his movements. “The bass complements your voice well, actually. Did you umm…?”

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“I like it.” The little moan behind those words has him standing at attention. In any second, he could blow his load.

“Yeah? What else do you like?...Tell me what gets your attention.”

There’s a pause. “Or would you rather me shut up?”

“The opposite. I wanna hear you…your voice. You sound hot,” you giggle and it’s one of the most soothing things he’s ever heard. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart. You don’t sound bad either…Just hearing you laugh is making me hard.”

He hears a whimper; one of the sexiest, neediest whines to ever grace his ears. “Tell me what you just did. Don’t be shy.”

“I—”

You hesitate, so he steps in.

“Touching your pussy, huh?”

He senses through the phone how worked up he’s getting you. You’ve started panting and moaning out your words shamelessly.

“Mmhm, my clit.”

He chuckles and whispers of curses come through the phone.

“Do me a favor?” you agree and he continues. “Move a little lower and dip your fingers in your pussy. Tell me how wet it is.”

He uses his spit for lubrication and tightens his fist around his cock. He imagines it was your walls snuggled around him, pumping his length as you bounce up and down. Something inside of him believes that you’re pretty, with a nice ass too. A really nice ass, that’s what his fantasies project at least.

“Fuck. How many?” you ask him.

Damn. You’re obedient as well. That’s hot, really hot. 

“As many as your pretty cunt can take.”

When he hears a muffled cry, his bottom lips tucks between his teeth while he concentrates on the squelching sounds coming through the phone. You both move in sync with the music and allow it to take away the nervous jitters the both of you had previously. His cock starts twitching in his palm when your sweet little moans move through his ears.

“How many did you use, sweetheart?”

You answer him in a high-pitched voice. You’re close too, he can hear it. Your eyes are probably screwed shut, trying to keep it together to prolong the call, but he has to go before his bill skyrockets. He needs to get you off—quickly.

“Two. Three, now. I needed more.”

“Greedy, aren’t we?”

“No…I’m just really horny.”

He has to smile at that. “Yeah? Me too. This is good, but I'd rather be balls deep in you.”

“Fuck, I’d like it.”

Sweat beads on his forehead, but he just wipes it away with the back of his hand and keeps going. The music has changed to something more upbeat and he knows this is his shot for home plate.

“Really? Is that why you’re making a mess? I can hear it, you know...you’re so fucking wet.”

“Shit, I wanna come,” your words are barely recognizable and you just keep begging him for more, “please help me.”

“Fuck, sweetheart. Take your fingers out and rub your clit. Spread that sticky shit all over it and get yourself off.”

He throws his head back and curls his toes, bracing himself for the impact of his orgasm. This has to top he sexual encounters and he’s not even touching you. It’s just something about you that’s driving him insane. He doesn’t even know your name, but he doesn’t need to, not when all that matters now is the pleasure of this experience. 

“I’d lick it all up too, eat you out until you cry and forget your own fucking name. You want that, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I wanna feel you so bad.”

“I know, baby. You’d let me take you anyway I’d like, wouldn’t you?...I could bend you over? Dick you down with your legs pinned by your head. I fuck you up, princess and you’d never want another.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna—”

Dead silence. 

“Are you kidding me? Fuck!”

The phone hangs up just as you both reach your climaxes. Disappointment is thick in the air as his quick strokes gradually begin to slow. He groans and curses angrily at the loss, and grips fistfuls of his hair in frustration. Out of all the people for this to happen to; it had to be him. Just when he thought his luck couldn’t get any worse, this happens and proves that life is just out to get him.

“Something’s gotta give, man. I can’t keep living like this.”

So, he shrugs off his needs and does what he does best—work. He puts on his headphones and hopes that one of these tracks will be the one that opens the door to all of his dreams.

Two years later…

“This is your boy Jay Millz, and you're listening to Q107.9. We got my man Suga in the motherfuckin’ building. This guy has the hottest track on the radio right now, bro. He’s gonna be chilling with us for a minute while we dip into the Rush Hour Mix with DJ Reign. Suga! How you doin’, man?...”

He nods and greets the guy behind the mic. They extend their arms for a brief handshake before he continues. “What’s good? Glad to be here, man.” 

Yoongi looks around the table and sighs. He’s tired of the same fucking questions. 

What’s next for you? How does it feel to be the hottest rapper out right now? Will you sign with SlaughterHouse Records?

As if he’d leave a crumb behind for the tabloids to fight over. Yoongi’s been careful; really careful. He’s worked hard to maintain a decent reputation; besides a few run-ins with the law. But overall, he’s avoided anything that could damage the image he’s created for his pseudo. 

Many have tried to tear him down, or trip him up. However, he knows how to handle those people, and that’s what he’s about to do when the woman across from him asks the question lingering on the tip of her tongue. He knows it’s coming; he can tell by the way her nails tap on the table. She waits for silence and then she goes for the kill.

“So…Suga, you know I have to ask.”

The other co host sighs with an exhausted eyeroll. “Bee, please don’t start.”

“I have to. The people wanna know,” she argues and Yoongi can feel his head starting to throb. 

It’s bad enough that he hates these things and they cannot stop themselves from trying to dabble in his personal life.

“Anyway, are you currently dating anyone, Suga? A fan? A girlfriend?...etc?”

Yoongi looks to his left and gives her a lazy smirk, just fucking with her mind a bit before he responds.

“Nahh, I’m good. Gotta stay focused, you feel me?”

He takes a sip from his cup and savors the cold liquor before he gulps it down, watching the poor girl slump her shoulders in defeat. However, he was a fool to think this was over.

“And what about Mu$ic Fairy?” the interviewer to his right asks.

“What about her?”

He sets down his cup and turns in the man’s direction.

“She dropped a new playlist last night. I know a lot of us would have gone to see about that by now.”

Yoongi scoffs out a laugh. “Well, I’m not a lot of us, am I?”

“Damn right,” Jay chimes in from across the table. He notices Bee shaking her head in the corner and he couldn’t agree with her more. This is ridiculous. 

This girl, “Mu$ic Fairy” or whatever she calls herself is nothing but a fucking distraction. No one can resist bringing her up when he’s in the room. There’s no fucking escape.

At first, it was cute. A few Spotify playlists dropped every once in a while with a rather risqué cover just to tease, but now it’s an entire movement. Some fans are even calling themselves fairies, and wearing themed attire to his performances. 

He fucking hates it. The wings, the glitter, the overly sweet tones in which they speak. Of course, he appreciates his fans and they’re fun to look at, but Yoongi’s a picky guy. And if that’s the kind of girl you are, then you aren’t his type.

“I would’ve probably hit her up after she dropped the Fre@kii Ho @nthem! playlist.” 

Jay bumps fists with the other guy host after he says that and they have a “same” moment.

Bee adds her input after it quiets down.

“Well, I’m going to have to agree with—”

“Do not…say her name around me,” Yoongi intervenes.

He can’t; not when he has a show tonight. Just hearing her name pisses him off. 

Another reason he hates doing interviews is because someone always has to mention…

“Oh, are you talking about that podcaster?...Damn, what’s her name…”

Jay struggles to remember while snapping his fingers, so Bee attempts to help him out. However, Yoongi cuts her off before she can speak of the devil.

“Don’t you dare.”

The woman once again backs down and carries on.

“Well anyway, I agree with you know who. She makes valid points about how none of these people were after him before he started making industry music. They don’t really fuck with the real Suga.”

Yoongi only nods his head because the annoying bitch behind that podcast is right. This Mu$ic Fairy chick started showing up when he became popular and so did her followers. But that’s about one of the only things he agrees with. Everything else is out of line. This woman doesn’t know anything about him, but yet always has an input to give when it comes to his music.

One of the interviewers notices his change in demeanor and senses the hatred he has for this chick. He steps in and changes the subject quickly.

“Shit, we’re almost out of time. That’s what happens when you’re chillin’ with one of the greatest to ever do it.”

Yoongi shakes his head. “Nahh, man. Don’t put that on me yet. Give me some time.”

“Many would have to disagree with you there, bro. Matter of fact, you should ask them. Why don’t you tell the listeners where you’re gonna be tonight?”

“Yuh, tonight you can catch me at the Varsity. Tickets sold out, but yeah…fuck with me.”

The interviewers briefly share a round of applause before Jay concludes.

“Alright. You heard him. Tickets sold out, but who knows ladies…he might just take you home for the after party, right bro?”

Yoongi can only press his lips in a straight line because anyone that knows him, knows that a piece of ass is the last thing on his mind right now, but for the sake of some poor girl’s imagination…

“Yeah, we’ll see.”

And because of this, he’s probably going to have to fight his way out of the club.

The rush Yoongi gets from being on stage always lingers in his veins even after the music stops. The crowd keeps the energy going and going. They scream his name, applaud his techniques, and praise his stage presence like he’s a king. He is, in a way. Suga is the king of this city; there isn’t a guy who doesn’t want to be him or a woman who doesn’t want to fuck him.

Typically, temptation is easy to resist since his career leaves him little time for extracurricular activities. However, sometimes he just can’t allow something to slip away. Not again.

“You killed it tonight, man.” 

Yoongi doesn’t even spare his manager a glance as he brushes past him. His train of vision is focused on that little black dress swaying through the crowd. If he takes his eyes off of you for a second, he knows he’ll lose you in the mass of people.

“Thanks, dude. I’ll talk to you in a bit.”

He doesn’t know what was said in response because he’s out of range within seconds. He’s a man on a mission, and he’s not even sure of why. 

You’re beautiful, there’s no denying that—and sexy. But something else about you is just luring him in, and he thinks he knows why. At least, that’s his excuse for following you outside of the club. 

It’s dangerous, of course, since anyone could be waiting to get him alone. But tonight he can’t let you just leave without a word. He’s done that too many times. You show up to show after show, stare him down as if he’s your last meal, then leave without even a wave or goodbye.

Yoongi’s had enough; this ends now.

“Hey!”

You immediately stop in your tracks at the sound of his voice. He wastes no time trying to eliminate the distance between you, but you dash down an adjacent alley before he can get close enough to talk to you. 

He follows you, and calls out to you one more time before you halt and finally respond to him.

“Hey there.” 

Your voice is so dulcet, but edgy…and familiar. Where has he heard it before? 

“Looking for me?” The closer he gets the more clearer the sound becomes and eventually it clicks. He knows exactly why he knows your voice.

But you aren’t the person he thought you were, and you’re the last person he wants to see.

“You’re that podcaster, aren’t you?” Yoongi questions, approaching you carefully. At least his mind still holds the common sense to be cautious. 

When you look over shoulder, it’s like his breath leaves his body. He’s seen his share of gorgeous women, but you are out of this world. There’s no way you could be her. But everything is telling him that you are.

“Depends…who wants to know?” 

Yoongi doesn’t know where to look first. Your face or the body that comes along with it. “You or the bitches who want to be like me?”

The moment he’s close enough to hear the cockiness oozing from your voice, he knows it’s you without a doubt. He can feel the same aura radiating from you now that he does whenever he listens to those podcasts. You’re her; he’s a hundred percent sure of it.

“So you’re bold behind the mic, but now you’re too pussy to look at me?”

You turn around on queue, adorning a wide smirk that he’d give anything to wipe off your gorgeous face. “Better?”

Yoongi nods slowly and takes a few steps towards you. With every step he takes you move backwards, allowing him to corner you and in the dimly lit alley. 

“It’s funny because with all the shit you talk on air, I didn’t take you to be a runner,” he points out.

“I don’t think you know me well enough to assume that, love.”

“But you know me well enough to critique my music?”

You hum. “I do, actually.”

“Really?” When your back nearly touches the brick wall, he leans in a little closer. You show no signs of uneasiness so he plants his palm on brick structure and hovers over your shorter frame. “What makes you believe that?”

“Because I’ve been a fan for a very long time. Ever since your underground days. You’ve never noticed me…but I was there.”

When he gives you a look, you roll your eyes. Of course, he doesn’t believe a word that pretty mouth of yours spits out.

“Your first real gig was on your birthday. You were a senior in high school and you invited your parents to the show. You looked around and when you finally saw them you smiled like a fucking dork.”

Damn. You read him like a book, but that doesn’t make up for the negativity spilled on your behalf.

“So you’ve been following me to shows so you can build up the repertoire for your little podcast? For how long?”

You shake your head in denial. 

“I followed you because you’ve always been my favorite artist. I admire you, and I’ve been around since the beginning. Even when nobody was fucking with your music…your real music. The kind you’re passionate about.”

Yoongi scoffs. “Like you would know anything about that.”

“But, I do. That’s why I’m so pissed at you. All you make is industry music now, and I’m just…bored, I guess.”

You’re cute when you shrug your shoulders, but your eyes are lethal. He feels like he’s being stripped bare under your gaze. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say you were silently flirting with him, but they’d be a reach.

“So find a hobby,” he suggests.

“I did find hobbies. The podcast, the playlists, the—”

“Wait,” Yoongi’s face contorts with confusion at those words, believing that he’s misheard you, “...you said playlists. What playlists?”

Your smirk returns and Yoongi suddenly feels his cock slowly rising in his underwear. Why do the heavens place the demons in the most beautiful women; he’ll never understand.

“You know which playlists I’m talking about, love…” your hand makes a move to touch his shoulder but he grabs your arm to prevent contact, “they were made for you.”

“Made for me? What does…”

Oh, damn.

“Are you…?”

“Well, it sure isn’t the whore in there dressed like Tinkerbell. You think I’d wear that shit?” Your laugh is so intoxicating; he almost cracks a smile just standing there watching you. “I don’t need all of that to grasp your attention. I never have.”

Yoongi shakes his head. All this time you were right under his nose. Two women he could never stand to mention are placed right in front of him, hiding behind a goddess. It’s pure comedy; his reaction to the news should have him pulling away from you and heading in the opposite direction.

But can admit that he judges a book by its cover; you aren’t what he thought you were. You’re different, interesting…someone he’d actually like to have underneath him in the opportunity ever presents itself. But he’s confused…why him? Why go through all the trouble if the music is all you care about? That whole Mu$ic Fairy concept has completely fucked with his mind. 

How does he go from having no interest to wanting to see what it’s all about? There has to be more to it; otherwise, it makes no sense. You two are strangers. 

He shouldn’t crave the warmth beneath his palm while his hand grips your forearm, but he does. The skin to skin contact should not arouse him so easily, but there’s no denying the bulge forming in his pants. Despite all of this, Yoongi keeps his composure the best he can; you’re too cocky for him to just slip up and expose himself.

“Out of all the times to fuck with me…” he pauses when your beautiful glossed lips part to blow the strawberry bubblegum you’ve been chewing. Your tongue darts out to pop and collect the medium-sized pink bubble, and he can feel his knees buckle when you suck it back in. 

He’s usually not this fond of people and gum, but the way you handle it, the way you slowly rolled it over your tongue in preparation was a fucking sinful, and he can’t get enough of watching you do it. 

“Why tonight?” he asks you.

You bat your thick lashes, probably knowing good and well what you’re doing to him. He knows you’re taunting him, silently asking for him to make a move, but he won’t. You’ll have to beg him for it.

“Because…I’m horny, and I’m tired of waiting for your clueless ass to figure this out.”

Yoongi scoffs. “Bullshit.” 

He looks down as your finger loops underneath one of his chains and tugs him closer, something he wouldn’t allow anyone to do, but somehow you already earned privileges. You don’t know how dangerous of a game you’re playing with him, but he silently prays you’ll get to find out. He’d give anything to bend over the hood of his car and—

“And, I think you owe me something,” you inform, placing your other hand on his shoulder once he slides his to your waist.

“What might that be, love?”

Your smirk widens as you hypnotize him with your brown orbs. He can smell your perfume and flavored gum even better from this proximity, and your scent makes him feel like he’s in some sort of blissful haze—intoxicated by the smell of you. It’s no secret that he wants you bad; he just can’t let you know that. Not until you tell him why you’re doing all of this.

“An orgasm.”

Everything grows quiet after you articulate those words. It only takes him a couple of seconds to remember, and when his mind processes it all, his brain nearly malfunctions as he tries to speak.

“You’re fucking with me,” he insists.

“You should know by now that I’m tired of the games, Yoongi.” His body shutters when you use his real name. Something he’d normally go off about, but he never wants you to stop saying it. He needs to hear you say it again; for an entirely different reason. “You can tell me to fuck off, if you want.”

He blinks a few times, not realizing he was just standing there and not saying anything.

“No, no. I’m just–wow…I never expected you to remember me.”

“Why wouldn’t I? It’s not everyday you’re matched with your favorite rapper on a sex hotline,” you wink and Yoongi’s mouth falls open.

“You knew it was me the whole time?...and you didn’t say anything?”

You nod. “Yeah, I did. Your voice, your demeanor; I knew from the start, but I played along because you obviously weren’t on the call to talk about mixtapes. I just wanted you to enjoy yourself, I guess.”

“This is fucking crazy.”

Yoongi’s speechless. That was kind, and you kept it a secret all this time. Suddenly, all of this seems kind of sexy. It’s a secret he could have been in on if only he had read between the lines. However, he knows now, and it’s still technically still a secret…if it stays between you and him.

Your lips are once again his main focus; he’s so close to living the fantasies he had of you all those nights he wondered about how you handled yourself after the phone call ended. Did you come? Or was your mood ruined like his? He sure hopes not, because you were incredible and if anyone deserved to finish, it should have been you. 

He was right about you too. You are sexy, and the longer he stands here with you, the harder it is for him to hold back on his urges. But hearing your needy voice breaks him entirely.

“How much longer am I going to have to wait for it, Yoongi?”

All regards for his reputation goes out the window. He looks towards both ends of the alley before he makes his move. Anyone could be watching, but once he feels your hands sliding up his body, he decides that that is no longer his concern.

“Come here.”

Yoongi grabs you by your throat, but doesn’t squeeze or choke you. He just wants you closer, and your eyes tell him you understand where he’s going from.

“I live 20 minutes away from here, think you can wait that long?”

“Do I have a choice?” you reply and that sass is what gets him riled up.

He doesn’t think twice about kissing your pillow soft lips. He’s been staring at them, wishing he could feel them, taste them, and now he is and he already can’t get enough. The level of sweetness on his taste buds is sinful, but it’s one addiction he’d never give up. 

His tongue enters your mouth without any resistance from you, and he eagerly explores its depths, getting familiar with the woman wrapped in his arms as if he has all the time in the world with you. Your moans sends vibrations through his throat when he lifts your leg, nuzzling his crotch against your heat. 

Yoongi would fuck you right now while he has you pinned against this wall but that just wouldn’t satisfy his thirst for you. You’ve been teasing him for too long for him to just rush this. It took two years to lead up to this moment, a quickie would never do it any justice.

“I need you to be on your best behavior until we get to my place,” he tells you through his slightly labored breaths.

“And if I don’t?”

His features harden. 

“Then you won’t get anything, now come on. Let’s dip before one of your friends sees me without security.” 

Or…before he changes his mind. He’s had plenty of bad ideas, but this tops the list.

Breathtaking.

It’s the only thing you can think about as your eyes scan over the sleek hood of the Lamborghini Gallardo. The man’s got some taste, you have to admit. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be taking you to his place. You like the fact that he’s picky, but always chooses correctly.

You drink in the sight before—Yoongi standing there in his stage outfit, complimenting his car. The vehicle’s custom, all white except for the tires and the heavily tinted windows. You could only quiver at the image of him driving it, and when it actually happens, your mind and your mouth start to go in different directions.

He asks you basic questions like your name and where you’re from; you can only hope you’ve given him the correct answers because you cannot break away from the visual of him gripping the wheel with one hand while he’s laid back in his seat. His jewelry glistens and shines even in the darkness of his car, but your eyes still fight through the nearly blinding twinkle so you can watch the man behind it all.

You’ve wanted him since you first saw him. He came to a pep rally at your high school and you fell in love with his music and his sound—his voice especially. Sure he was a cutie, still is. But he had so much hunger, so much passion for music that you felt him on a spiritual level. 

He did so well on his first performance, and you remember telling your friends how much you wanted to listen to his Soundcloud when the event was over. Of course, they laughed and thought he sucked because he didn’t fit their visual standards, but now…they probably wish they’d been a little more invested in him.

“Can you stop doing that and answer my question?” 

There it is again. That voice. It drives you crazy; when he said hello to you on that hotline, you knew without a doubt you were talking to your favorite rapper.

“Wha–Doing what?”

“Eye fucking me and biting your lip like that. Do you want me to pull over?” 

Well.

You open your mouth to speak but he interjects.

“Actually, never mind. Don’t even answer that. Certain things I don’t need in my head while I’m operating a vehicle.”

Your neck and face heat up. If only he knew that you aren’t as confident as you appear. He’s hot, but the fact that he doesn’t know it makes him hotter.

“Sorry,” you turn towards the window so you can smile. You don’t want to feed his ego. No matter how much he denies it, he’s cocky as hell. If he knows you’re gawking over him simply driving, he’ll run with it. “...What did you ask me?”

A slow exhale leaves his lips, like he’s slightly annoyed and you should be offended, but damn—it was kind of sexy.

“I just wanted to know what you do for a living. How can you afford to travel and come to shows all the time? ...I’m just curious.”

“Why? You think I’m selling my—”

“I wasn’t going to say that.”

“You were thinking it, and the answer is ‘no’. And no, I don’t have an OnlyFans either…probably should, though. I’d make bank,” you shrug.

“Look, I know you aren’t doing any of that. Honestly, you seem kind of selfish with the goods anyway, but…tell me how you keep up. That’s all I’m saying. Podcasts bring in that much money?”

“No they don’t, especially when you do them for free. I’m a writer. I write songs and I sell them to some of your favorite artists.”

Yoongi whistles. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Name a few.”

“This isn’t roll call, babe. If you wanna look up my credentials, you know my name now…Google me.”

“Oh, I will.”

“Fine,” you scoff.

When you look forward, you notice that you’re entering a gated community. Yoongi lets down his window and waves at the on-duty guard before the older man opens the automatic gate. 

After driving past many luxurious homes, Yoongi pulls into a driveway and uses a clicker to open the garage door. 

“We’re here,” he announces.

His home is lovely, and you’re in awe by the set up and interior design once you enter. You’re impressed, most guys don’t spend much thought on this level of organization. 

Yoongi leads you up the stairs and into his bedroom. You can feel the butterflies in your stomach fluttering more and more as you get closer to the top of the stairs. Your knees buckle slightly when he opens the door, but your eyes still look in every direction once you’ve made it inside.

It’s dark, but you can still make out the colors that fill the room. Blacks and grays with white walls. His bed is draped with a dark set; you can’t help but find it inviting. And it’s huge; you imagine he must be a wild sleeper because you couldn’t imagine sleeping in a bed that large alone.

“I love your home, Suga.”

He waves his hand. “Thanks, but you don’t have to call me that. You didn’t call me that earlier.”

“I didn’t?”

“Nope.” He shakes his head and tells you that you can make yourself comfortable while he disappears into his closet. When he returns with clothes, you tilt your head with curiosity. “I’m gonna go shower, don’t get too nosey while you’re in here by yourself.”

“You’re leaving me? Why can’t I join you?”

Yoongi’s eyes widen for a second and a hand runs through his hair while he ponders over his answer. “Because umm…”

You crane your neck trying to coax an answer but he still stammers.

“It’s…you know.”

You smile. He’s kind of adorable, in a way.

“Too intimate?”

“Exactly.”

Your head lolls back while you laugh and Yoongi huffs in annoyance as he makes his way to the bathroom. 

“What am I supposed to do while you’re in there?” you call out and he stops to turn around.

You watch him get ready to produce a smart remark. However, he pauses before he can get it out. He puts his clothes on the bed and walks over to the nightstand, turning on his laptop and grabbing some Bluetooth headphones from the drawer.

“Here,” he says, pairing them to his computer and then handing them to you. You take them before you look up at him, wondering where he’s going with this, but he’s quick to fill you in. “Listen to this, I won’t be long.”

Yoongi puts on some music and gives you a wink that makes your pussy clench. He leaves you sitting on his bed, headphones in hand without another word. 

For the first minute you stare at the object wondering what’s being played, but your curiosity takes over quickly and before you know it, they’re coming over your ears. You don’t regret it the second you hear his voice. 

The music begins to travel through the speakers, you become obsessed with it from the very first track. You love that it’s similar to his original sound, but it isn’t the same track over and over again. They’re all so different yet so him. You can hear and feel the amount of dedication and effort he put into it. Like it wasn’t done out of obligation, but because he wanted to do it for himself. You can’t help but get up and sway your hips to the music. 

You feel so connected to him through his work, and that’s why you go on and on about how you wish he’d make another mixtape because this shit is fire. You wonder how long he’s been hiding it from the world.

You aren’t expecting him to be sitting on the bed when you turn around. Your hand finds your chest and you lower the volume on the headset.

“How long have you been sitting there? You fucking scared me.”

He shrugs. “Long enough to know that I want that dress off of you.”

Your startled expression turns smug. “Oh, really?”

“Hell, yeah.”

“So…you want me to take it off?” You raise an eyebrow.

“What do you think?”

“I think you’re going to have to use your words with me if you want something.”

Yoongi’s arms fold at his chest; his white tee strains against his beefiness. You remember how his clothes used to swallow him, but now he’s filling them up quite nicely, if you may. Either way, he looks good. It’s just a natural trait he possesses.

“I mean either you can take it off or you can leave. Doesn’t matter to me,” he shrugs his shoulders.

If you weren’t horny just looking at him sitting there in his boxers, you’d call his bluff. But you’ve already picked up on his stubbornness and you know better than to try him. “Fine.”

You sigh as you drag down the straps of your dress, rolling your eyes when he tells you to slow down. You flip your hair and twirl your body as you wiggle the fabric down your hips, turning around in the opposite direction to give him a peek at your derriere. 

Looking over your shoulder, you notice how his face becomes etched with approval. You give yourself a silent applaud for selecting this piece. You’re sure your thong leaves nothing for his imagination. It also doesn’t help that you’re topless.

You stop torturing him and turn around so he can see the front.

“Damn,” is all he can say.

You take off your heels before walking towards him and his eyes never leave your breasts the entire journey, even once you’re standing between his legs, preparing to straddle his lap.

“I want you.” You tell him as if he doesn’t already know. 

Yoongi’s hands find your waist while you place your knees on the bed. As soon as you’re on his lap, you can feel his bulge threatening to burst out of his underwear. It’d be so simple to pull your panties aside and milk him for everything he has, but not tonight. He’s the one who owes you a good fucking.

“How badly?”

His lips find your skin and make their way to your tits, making you clutch onto his damp curly strands while he sucks and tugs on your sensitive nipples. Your hands tug his hair, and you force him to look at your face.

“Yoongi. You’re either going to fuck me or I’m going to fuck you. What’s it going to be—”

He scoops you up and drops you on the mattress, making you squeak in surprise. The dark gleam in his orbs has your thighs rubbing and your fists clinging onto the comforter. He's finally had enough, and hopefully he doesn’t hold back anymore.

“You asked for this,” he warns you and you almost giggle with glee. He pulls his shirt over his head and is about to toss it somewhere, but then he changes his mind. Yoongi looks at you for a moment, contemplating before he speaks. “You trust me, right?”

“Well, I came home with you even though you hate me, didn’t I?...Why do you ask?”

“So a lot or a little?”

You groan. 

He chuckles and you feel the butterflies once again. Yoongi turns the volume up on his laptop before holding up a thumb to ask if it is too loud. Honestly, you’re glad it tuned him out because though you understand that safety is first, there’s little you wouldn’t try when it comes to this man. You’ve been waiting as patiently as you could to experience this and you’re ready to get started.

You nod and his devilish smirk is the last thing you see before he throws his shirt over your head. Darkness fills your vision but it doesn’t bother you as long as his voice is filling your ears. His cold hands slide up your thighs and spread them, wasting no time in touching your slightly sodden underwear.

Gasps escape your lips when his finger presses gently on your clit, and you can only hope the sound isn’t too awkward since you cannot hear yourself. 

The bed dips so you assume he’s climbing on and you release a breath when you feel his lips hovering over your body. He leaves kisses between your breasts and he doesn’t stop until your lace panties prevent him from accessing any more skin.

Yoongi quickly slides them off, leaving lying on his bed completely naked. Everything from the moment when his tongue dips into your center is one feverish bliss. Your back arches, your toes curl, and your fingers entangle in his hair. The sounds you’re making are probably feral and of an obnoxious volume but Yoongi doesn’t bother to shush you or stop his sinful movements. 

He draws circles over your throbbing clit with his tongue, moving in the same motion as you do as you swivel your hips. This song has you in the mood to grind your pussy on his face, and that’s entirely his fault for coming up with such vulgar lyrics. It’s filthy and you feel the muscles in your stomach tightening by the seconds. You scream his name over and over but he just keeps going until you release the pressure built up inside of you.

The shirt is snatched off your face as you’re at your peak and what you see between your thighs only intensifies your orgasm. His face is buried in your heat, sucking your bundle of nerves into his mouth and nibbling gently while you squirm in his iron grip.

Yoongi kisses your inner thighs once you begin to calm down to help you relax. When you back slowly droop onto the bed is when he carefully removes the headphones, turning them off and then setting them on the nightstand next to his laptop.

“I would go back for seconds, but that would only make me want more,” he tells you. He opens the bottom drawer and pulls out some condoms then throws them on the bed.

“I don’t know if I’d survive that.”

“Well, you better say a prayer because we aren’t done,” he laughs and excitement bubbles inside of you.

Yoongi switches the music to something else and you can’t help but pout. 

You sigh. “I pray you aren’t all talk.”

He glares at you for your comment and steps closer to the bed. 

“You’re a sweet girl, but…” he flips you on your stomach and pulls you up by the waist, positioning you so that your ass and pussy are directly in his line of sight, “you need to watch how you fucking speak to me.”

A shriek leaves your lips when he slaps your ass. “Yoongi…please.”

“Please? You want me to stop?”

“No!” Your voice is high pitched and shaky, almost unrecognizable to your ears. “Don’t stop, please.”

Yoongi finds humor in your desperation. “Ask me nicely.”

“Fuck,” you whine but it’s the wrong answer. “Yoongi, please do it again.”

“No.”

Your breath hitches. “What?”

“I said no.”.

“Such a fucking asshole,” you mumble insults, thinking they’re too low for him to hear.

“What was that?”

You look behind you and notice Yoongi rolling a condom over his dick. You can’t tear your eyes away from the sight of those veiny hands stroking his cock slowly, preparing himself to dive into your wetness. You’ve always wondered what he looked like doing that, ever since that time on the phone.

“Nothing,” you lie.

He puts his knee on the bed and inches closer to you. You tease him by wiggling your ass a little but he places a hand on your hip to still you. “You know…”

You can feel his cock against your entrance and your body pushes back on him to try and get it inside of you yourself. However, your impatience makes you forget how petty the man behind you really is.

The tip slips past your folds and with the amount of arousal seeping from your opening, he’s able to slide in with ease. But it’s only a taste; the majority of his cock still remains outside of you, and quickly your frustration takes control of you.

“If you wanna meet an asshole…” he makes a loud gasp leave your lips when he, without warning, slams into your pussy in one smooth motion. You whimper; a harsh snatch of your hair makes you wince and grip the sheets. Your head is turned in an uncomfortable position, but the only thing you can focus on is the intensity of the stretch and the way his dick doesn’t leave any room to spare, “I could introduce you to one.”

Yoongi pushes your head forward and pins you to the mattress. Your teeth grit together because of your sensitivity. You could come just like this without him even moving. That’s how worked up you still are. You just need a moment to pull yourself together, but Yoongi doesn’t have the patience for that.

“Arch your fucking back.”

He pulls out but swiftly snaps back into you, causing you to let out a squeak. You try to cover your mouth but his large hand comes down on your ass before you can do so. Your moans turn into screams within minutes, increasing in volume each time Yoongi slaps your rear.

“I know you can do better than that. Straighten up before I do it for you,” he grunts through the lewd skin-slapping noises that fill the room.

You squeeze your eyes shut and arch your back like he demands. The position is only uncomfortable for a few seconds, but eventually it becomes familiar and the sensitivity ebbs away.

Yoongi lets go of your hair and starts rubbing his hands all over your ass, kneading the reddened flesh and giving it words of appreciation.

When you start to fuck him back he holds your waist and pulls you back on his cock. Your body begins to move naturally with the rhythm of the background music and he allows you to set the pace while he whispers obscene remarks.

“Look at you taking it just like a whore.” 

You can feel the arousal between your thighs, dripping and making a mess of the sheets. The squelching sounds are disgusting but don’t phase you in this heated moment. You have more important things to worry about. Like how long you’ll be able to keep this up. You weren’t expecting him to have this much stamina, but you’ve learned to never judge a book by the cover.

He’s strong, the grip he has on you is evidence to that. The way he’s handling you like you’re nothing but a fuck toy he can use at his discretion has you clenching around his dick. His deep chuckle fills the room when he feels your walls tighten.

“On your next podcast, you should tell them how I fucked your brains out to your own playlist,” he comments.

Yoongi’s thrusts have your knees trembling and nearly giving out, but he’s quick to assure that you keep up. “No fucking slacking, whore. Do better or I’ll pull out and use your throat instead.”

You’re sure your ass will be sore in the morning because Yoongi cannot keep his hands off of it. He strikes you every chance he gets and the stinging sensation from his blows push you closer and closer to your peak.

“Fuck. Yoongi…please.”

Tears roll down your cheek when his cock travels deeper, touching the spot that makes you unravel at the seams. It’s all too much and you beg him to allow you to surrender to the pleasure.

“Not yet. Shit, do you have any idea how juicy your ass looks like this?”

“But I can’t,” you sob into the comforter.

A slap to your left cheek leaves you a shaky mess. However, he shows you no mercy and does the same thing to the other side.

“That’s not an option. If you come, I swear—”

“Sorry…” Your muffled cries are the last thing you can recall before your body accidentally gives in.

Your juices leak onto the bed while you hold on for dear life, afraid you’ll float away if you let go of the fabric. But just as your orgasm reaches its peak, it’s ripped away from you  by one of the foulest humans on this planet.

“What the fuck did I tell you?” he growls as he drags you off the bed. Yoongi forces you to your knees, ignoring your pleas to regain what was stolen from you. He slaps your cheek a few times, snapping you back into reality and demanding your attention. “Answer me!”

“You…You told me not to come,” you hiccup.

His expression tells you how displeased he is, but it’s too bad that you don’t care. Something comes over you that has you sucking it up and wiping your tears. If he wants to play dirty, you can do it too.

“So why did you?...I never said that you could.”

You look up at him with innocent eyes. However, you have no intentions on being good anymore.

“Because it felt good and I wanted to,” you tell him and he grabs your face.

“You don’t get to decide what you want to do or what feels good. If you had the answers you wouldn’t have been begging for my dick for two years.”

Yoongi pulls off the condom and brings his cock to your mouth. You clench your fist to hold back the excitement when he tells you to open. You’ve craved the taste of him even though you’ve never had him. Your mouth waters as you wait for him to enter, and when he does, he doesn’t stop until reaches the back of your throat.

“Tap my thigh if you need air, and do not suck until I tell you to, understand?”

You mumble around him as best as you can. “Mmhm.”

Before you can prepare yourself for a pace you know will be relentless, Yoongi withdraws and slowly re-enters your crevice. Your eyes roll back from the fullness and addicting taste of him. You want more—need more to fulfill your desire.

Ignoring his instructions, you enclose your lips around him and begin to suck him in each time he tries to pull out. “Easy,” he warns but you keep going.

One of your hands comes up to fondle his balls and Yoongi’s deep moans begin to fill your ears. He throws his head back in pleasure while you give him, what you would consider, the best blowjob of his life. The sound he produces is the only music you want to hear. His voice holds so much lust and bass, arousal gushes from your cunt as a result.

“Fuck, I told you not to do that.”

You hum around him, sending vibrations up his shaft. The feeling brings him to his senses and he places both his hands on your head. You have to grab onto his thighs to keep yourself steady since he’s starting to take control. You try to maintain the suction but his wild movements make it impossible.

“You wanted to suck me off so badly. Keep it up,” he grunts, increasing his speed.

You choke on his dick and the sounds make him twitch in your mouth. Yoongi starts to intentionally go deeper, but he’s unsatisfied by the lack of space there is for him.

He pulls out of you, leaving you coughing and gasping at the sudden intake of air.

“Well, damn. Do I have to teach you how to suck dick too?”

Yoongi shakes his head as he looks down on you then uses his index and middle finger to open your mouth. He pushes the digits in and finds the back of your mouth with ease, pressing on the back of your tongue to make you open wider. “Stop being shy and open this pretty fucking mouth,” he demands, making you gag on his fingers.

Your eyes water and spit drips down your chin. You must look like a complete mess, but Yoongi cannot take his eyes off of you. 

“Now show me, and I’ll give you some more.”

You’re scolded before you can even wrap your lips around his fingers. 

“Stop being fucking lazy.” He gives your cheek a few more slaps before shoving his fingers deeper into your mouth. 

This time you slurp and allow your saliva to coat his digits. ”Fucking, right. Now open up and milk this dick.”

Yoongi removes his fingers and replaces them with his cock. This time you just open your mouth and let him in. He uses your head like a fleshlight and drills into you at a rapid speed. You try your best to keep eye contact and breath through your nose, but then out of nowhere he buries his cock down your throat.

There’s an intense burning in your airways due to lack of oxygen but it’s nothing you can’t handle. The rush takes you so high you become slightly lightheaded, sending a tingling sensation straight to your center. Nothing but music, the sound of you choking on his dick, and his sound of pleasure can be heard and the way he calls your name sends your ego through the roof.

“Shit, I’m gonna come. Stay just like this, sweetheart.”

Within five long thrusts, his warm seed deposits on your tastebuds. You try to swallow everything but he pulls out quickly and empties the rest on your lips and chin. Your tongue tries to gather as much as you can, but some places are impossible to reach. 

“Come here.” Yoongi pulls you from the floor and brings you closer, greeting you with a sloppy kiss once you’re on your feet. He laps up all the cum on your face and gathers it all on his tongue before he feeds it to you. You savor the taste of both of you as the kiss prolongs, and even after he pulls away you can’t help but remember how good he tasted.

If you had to guess which body part Yoongi favors the most, you’d say it was your lips. He can’t tear his eyes away from them. You bite them, he shudders. You lick them, his cock twitches. So you can’t control yourself when it comes to teasing him and pressing them against his soft skin.

“You must want another round if you keep that up,” he mentions as you make your way to his earlobe. You nibble on it gently before you whisper in his ear.

“I just wanna come one more time before you kick me out.”

“Who said I was kicking you out?”

“You aren’t?”

Yoongi ushers you to his bed and helps you lie down before he joins you. He hovers over you once again and his hand snakes between your thighs.

“I definitely am, but not right now. I’m not done with you,” he informs, fingers entering your heat while his thumb caresses your clit.

“Well, hurry up then.”

He frowns. “Do you ever shut up?”

“Yeah, whenever someone has the balls to make me shut up—”

“Interesting,” he states after his hand pins your neck to the mattress. “Let’s test that theory.”

Yoongi’s digits begin to move in and out of your wetness, producing more lewd noises and causing your body to shake with sensitivity.

“Yoongi.”

His name flows past your lips like water. It’s the only word you can think of at the moment. Having been worked up all this time with no relief makes you desperate to satisfy the lingering desire that’s settled in the pit of your stomach.

“Feels good, huh?”

It feels damn good. Your hips buck off the bed to match his movements so you can chase your high. “Yes…more.”

“More?”

His hand tightens its grip and restricts your air supply. He knows how close to the edge it takes you by now and he doesn’t hesitate to use it against you.

“Say please and I’ll make you come all over my fingers,” he chuckles, knowing you can’t respond like this.

You try to speak, but everything gets trapped in your throat. You can only claw at his chest, begging him to guide you to your release. He loosens his grip and through your coughs you manage to give him the answer he wants.

“Please. I can’t take it.”

Yoongi gives you a fake pout, squeezing your face between his fingers. “But you can…watch this.”

His fingers curl inside of you and you’re seeing stars. Your nails dig into his arm, body arching off the bed due to the intense wave of pleasure that hits you. You try to run, but he pins you down and forces you to accept the mind-blowing orgasm you were begging for.

“You talked a bunch of shit, now back it up, love,” Yoongi tells you while your walls clench around him. His hand covers your mouth, preventing your screams from waking up the neighbors as if it isn’t already too late for that. “Let’s see if this cunt’s worth the headache.”

The coil snaps and your body stiffens. Yoongi’s deep voice continues to degrade you as your juices squirt all over his bed. Even though you cry out from the sensitivity he fucks you until the last drop. Your body just falls on the bed once he’s done with you, and you move into a fetal position when he carefully slides out his fingers.

The aftershock of your release has you twitching, but the bliss you feel is superior. This is what it feels like to get fucked out, and you knew he would be the person to deliver. Satisfied would be an understatement because you weren’t expecting to be stuck like this after you were done. Usually, you’re able to get up and go before they can return from the bathroom, but tonight you can only lay there in silence while Yoongi cleans you up with a warm cloth.

“I didn’t break you, huh?”

“The opposite, actually,” you laugh weakly.

“Good.” He lays his body beside you and wraps his arm around your waist, enjoying the familiar beat that plays into the dark room. It’s your phone sex song; the beat he played to help you relax. “Remember this?”

“Yeah, how can I forget?”

“You keep saying that like I’m always on your mind.”

“Maybe you are,” you reply.

A soft scoff comes from behind you. “I hope you’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

There’s silence, then eventually a long sigh. 

“I want you gone before I wake up, okay?”

You shake your head. Not in disbelief because it’s what you expected, but because he can’t read between the lines. But you aren’t naïve and you know when someone wants you just as bad as you want them. So for now, you’ll be patient.

“Fair enough,” you answer.

Satisfied, he rolls over and drifts off into sleep, leaving you awake to wallow in your thoughts. It seemed best to just get up and leave then, but it takes nearly an hour to regain your strength. And just when you think it’s safe for you to slip away and consider this night one of the good memories, the warmth you felt before returns and pulls you closer—it is then that your eyes become heavy and you submit to the comfort you know you aren’t supposed to have.

When Yoongi wakes up and finds a cold empty bed, he can only throw his head back in frustration. He hopes…no, he prays he didn’t say anything to make you feel like he wasn’t interested. He knows he can be a dick, but he was just pissed and horny last night. You’re not easy to handle, but he likes that about you. You aren’t afraid to put him in his place.

He rolls out of bed and the first thing he notices is that his laptop is still playing music, so he makes turning it off his first task. However, once he enters the password, he finds an opened document with a typed note in the center of the page.

If you ever think of me, just call...If you want?

Yoongi’s speechless, and out of his damn mind. That’s the only excuse he has for picking up his phone and calling the number you left at 9 am in the damn morning. The longer the phone rings, the more regret fills him. He can’t help but think you left that there to tease him for calling you so quickly. He tries to hang up but before he can remove the phone from his ear the ringing stops and your beautiful voice blesses him once again.

“Hello?”

He panics, and doesn’t respond. He searches the room frantically and finds his excuse lying on the floor right in front of him.

“Yeah, you left your earring. Looks expensive,” he murmurs before he clears his throat.

“Oh, I’m wearing both of mine now. Must be for someone else.”

Embarrassment washes over him as he stands there naked in his bedroom. How could he be so stupid? That thing’s probably months old, if not longer. He wonders if you saw it. Maybe that’s why you left.

“I’m kidding, Yoongi. If it’s a gold hoop, it’s mine,” you laugh and he feels a weight left from his shoulders. 

The idea of you finding stuff that belongs to other women in his home doesn’t put a good feeling in his chest. He also doesn’t want you to think of him as someone who lets anyone in his home because he’s not that kind of guy. 

“Haha, you’re so funny,” he says once your giggles cease. 

“And you’re sarcastic.”

Still sharp as hell. He thinks to himself.

“Whatever.” He takes a seat on his bed and rests his back against the headboard while he checks emails on his laptop and uses small talk to melt away the awkwardness. “So…you left in a hurry, huh?”

Smooth.

“You told me you wanted me gone before you woke up, remember?”

Of course, he did. Because he’s an idiot.

“Yeah, I was just fucking with you, though. I would have given you a ride or something, you know.”

“No worries. I made it to my hotel room safely,” you assure and he releases a sigh of relief. 

“Well, that’s good. Glad to hear that.”

“Mmhm, miss me already, huh?...too bad you kicked me out.”

“Honestly, I thought I was gonna wake up to some tits in my face, but that’s fair.”

There’s some shuffling in the background like you’re moving something, but he doesn’t ask any questions about it.

“Can you remember anything from last night?” you ask him after a beat of silence.

His fingers run through his hair as he thinks about all the filthy images replaying in his mind.

“Well yeah, I remember you, of course. You were fucking incredible. But everything after that moment was a blur. Please don’t tell me I did something stupid.”

“No, you’re good. I had fun.”

So did he. He wishes it’d happen again, and again. “And you’re okay too, right?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. My ass is sore and I can barely sit down, but I feel good. Thanks for that.”

Thank heavens you are. He knows how rough he was and most women aren’t into that but you took it and enjoyed it. You were fun to play with, and now his cock twitches at the thought of what your ass must look like now, covered in his marks.

“What about you?”

“I’m fine, love. Bummed about having to work, but I’m good,” he responds.

“Well, I’m glad you’re okay. And I’m sorry I kept you up when you have to work this morning.”

“Don’t apologize for that. I enjoyed your company, and…”

He almost told you that he missed you, but caught himself at the last minute.

“And what?”

“Uhh, nothing,” he gulps. “I was reading something…Forgot what I was going to say.”

“O’kay.”

Yoongi can tell by the sound of your voice that you don’t buy it.

“Yup,” is all he can say in response.

After a minute or two of both of you just holding the phone, you finally say something to keep the conversation going. “Yoongi?”

“Hm…”

“Are you busy right now or…?”

He places his laptop beside him because he can assure that whatever he has to do isn’t as important as this.

“No, what’s up?”

“Well, it’s about last night,” you admit.

Now, he’s kind of nervous. What else happened while he was in his post orgasmic bliss.

“Yeah, what about it?”

Yoongi stays on the line waiting patiently for your answer, and it’s one he doesn’t expect.

“Well, you still owe me, you know?”

Interesting.

“And what do you mean by that?” he questions.

“Well…”

Yoongi already knows where this is going and luckily he knows exactly how to handle this situation. “Not satisfied, are you, baby?”

“No, I am. But…”

He chuckles. “You want some more?”

“If it isn't too much trouble. And if you have time, of course.”

You’re as sly as a fox and you know how to get what you want. It’s hot, but he’s going to have to humble you before he does anything else.

“No trouble at all, baby. Do me a favor, and spread your legs for me.”

“Okay.”

He hears some more movement and then you return, prepared to do anything he tells you in the hopes of pleasuring yourself. You tell him once you’re ready and he provides you with more instructions, in which you follow without question.

“Now, facetime me and place the phone between your thighs so I can see your pretty pussy.”

Within a second, his phone notifies him of an incoming facetime call. He answers it and finds you sitting in your hotel room. You’re wearing a large shirt but he can still see the fresh blooms from where he took your skin between his teeth the night before creeping up your neck. He can’t stop the smirk from spreading across his face.

He curses when he sees your cunt, all glistening and wet with your juices. His mouth waters but he pushes his filthy thoughts in the back of his mind.

“This is what you’re going to do,” he starts, watching in awe as strings of arousal snap while you’re scissoring yourself in his presence, “...you’re going to imagine me fucking your brains out and you’re gonna use that image to get yourself off…without me.”

“Yoongi—”

He tsks. “I’m not your man, and making you come is not my job, baby.”

“But…”

If he gave a fuck, he’d break hearing how desperate and needy your voice sounds, but you need to understand that he isn’t going to come every time you call for him. He’s a busy man and he doesn’t need distractions.

“But nothing…Now, bye. Have fun.”

He hangs up just as you start to curse at him and yell into the phone. But he knows this isn’t over; you’re probably getting a ride over to his place right now, and that’s exactly what he wanted. 

You were able to just walk out of here this morning without even waking him. That doesn’t sit right with him, and there’s only one solution for it really—

He’s just going to have to fuck you harder during round two…

And maybe, just maybe…get to know you a little bit after.

We’ll see.