#repost cause i put it under the wrong blog lmao

[elrielffs]

This wasn't romantic. Cassian would do that for anyone. He feels it's his job to take care of Nesta for the good of the Night Court cause he knows that she can be used as a political pawn or weapon!! He just wants a mating bond cause he's envious of Feysand!

SEE? Cassian feels WARMTH AND WELCOME AND DELICIOUS when he's with Emerie, NOTHING like when he feels when he's with Nesta!!! And Emerie WATCHES HIM. MATES!!!!

THAT IS SUCH MATE BEHAVIOR.

Begging antis to understand this is how they sound to the rest of us.

[sparklysung]

✨[ 22:53 pm ] – q.k.✨

© sparklysung – 2021. all rights reserved. no reposts, modifications and/or translations allowed.

note – so ig i’m back? after a long disappearance (i’m so sorry idk why i always do that, not only w my blog but like w everything, i just disappear from the face of earth lmao) i’m finally officially back. 2nd semester starts on monday tho so pls pray for me. anyway, this is the edited version of something i wrote for a friend and since i’m sad i haven’t posted anything in so long i decided to release it now. pls excuse any mistakes and hope you guys like it!♥️

[established relationship!au ; big dick!dom!kun, sub!reader, pet names, some spanking, daddy kink, praise kink, nipple play, marking kink ; 859 words]

you sat on kun’s lap, his fat cock plunged deep inside your core. a funny feeling on your stomach made you squirm around, causing your fingers to curl and straighten in an attempt to keep yourself grounded.

you whined quietly, waiting for him to move and fuck you as he normally would. but he didn’t. instead, he looked expectantly at you, brows quirked in a teasing manner.

“what is it, baby? why are you so pouty? i thought this was what you wanted.”

and he wasn’t wrong.

you had pleaded him to let you be on top, just for once. you were always the submissive one in bed, and don’t get things wrong, you liked it that way. god, there was nothing you loved more than to be fucked dumb by your hot boyfriend.

but still, sometimes you wondered how he would look like laying on your shared bed, helpless and sweaty under your prying hands. more than anything, you wanted to feel him grab your thighs with his bigger ones, squeezing the soft flesh until bruises adorned your skin and groaning in pure bliss as you bounced on his dick. just thinking about the sinful sight had your breath hitching in your throat.

you gulped, glistening lips forming a cute pout on your face. “daddy, please,” you clenched around his cock to get him to do something, face burning with embarrassment, but he only chuckled.

if you were being honest, you had expected him to take control of the situation after some time of you bossing him around and fuck your brains out, thrusting his hips up into yours hard and fast –just how you liked it– until you were nothing but a whiny mess.

you didn’t appreciate at all the unexpected turn of events.

“what does my baby want?” one of his big hands squeezed your thigh, while the other forced your hips to start moving on his dick. “you want me to fuck you?” he asked, biting back a satisfied smirk, and you nodded eagerly, lip trembling slightly under his intense stare. “if you want me to fuck you, you’ll have to show me you deserve it in the first place. ride me like the good girl i know you are.”

kun sat back and relaxed against the headboard, calmly scanning your expression for a hint of what was going on in that little head of yours. although you tried to put on a neutral face, you couldn’t deny the way his words excited you. it was incredible the amount of control kun held in his hand without even trying. you could be the one on top but he was the one who called the shots after all.

so, without putting much of a fight, you lifted yourself a bit until only the head of his cock was left inside of you before dropping all your weight down, letting him slide all the way in once again. the deep groan that left his chest egged you on to fuck yourself on his cock to your heart’s content, so you let yourself enjoy the feeling of his tip kissing your cervix. he reached so deep inside of you it made you see stars dancing behind your heavy eyelids.

whimpers and moans fell from your lips as his eyes stayed trained on your figure, on top of him, breasts bouncing with your every move. your thighs burned and your legs shook with exhaustion, body feeling weak, as you tried to keep up your rhythm.

you threw your head back when you noticed the big smirk plastered on kun’s pretty face. a cry of his name left your lips when his hand that was previously caressing your thigh landed a playful smack on your ass. he hummed in satisfaction when you picked up your pace, rolling your hips with newfound vigour, mouth hung open and struggling to maintain your eyes locked with his.

sweet little praises left your boyfriend’s swollen lips, basking in the way your body reacted to his ministrations before he sat up to capture a nipple with his lips. the new sensation caused your hips to falter, back arching into his mouth with a loud moan escaping your chest before you could stop it.

“enjoying yourself a little too much, huh?” you felt him mumble against your chest, breath fanning over the wet skin and making you shiver. not expecting an answer from you, he began sucking on the sensitive bud, alternating between both tits and making sure to leave pretty bruises all over the valley of your breasts for you to find in the morning.

kun didn’t even need a verbal warning of your nearing high, he could tell through your body language. only a couple of seconds later you found yourself coming around his cock, squeezing him, trying to milk him dry. the clenching of your walls triggered his own orgasm and he was barely able to pull out before tipping over the edge, abs flexing with every rope of cum that landed on your asscheeks, leaving you both panting heavily.

“i hope you’re ready for your reward, baby, because i’m not holding back.”

–lia:)

[angrymongol01-archived]

TITLE: “Scrunchie” (a Fem!Hinata oneshot, in 2 parts)

GENRE: fluff, humor, friendship?

WORDS: 939 words (Part 1)

SUMMARY: Hinata receives a gift—stashed inside her locker—from someone but she doesn’t know who?

A/N: Am reposting two of my shelved discontinued fem!Hinata fics from my old blog here (for exposure ig? Also I didn't delete them completely there, they're just posted privately lol); for those who've read the original post before and wondering why this blog repost another blog's work, supplies~!! OP here, filling this blog with some Haikyuu content from last October, starting with my very first fic. Enjoy ^^;; ALSO DO NOT SEND HATE ORZ smh

NOTE: Let’s assume that Hinata Shouyou is the only female member of the Karasuno High School Men’s Volleyball Club. Also let’s assume that you are the Hinata Shouyou, *side head tilts* ne?

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Morning practice done, and you and Shimizu-senpai and Yachi are heading to the girls’ locker room to change.

Cause i still have my dignity intact lmao

As if i’d let her change inside the club room together with a bunch of hungry wolves. Iirc

As you opened your locker, surprise~! You see a small baby blue packet tied with a blue ribbon, on top of your school uniform.

“Eh?” You got hold of the packet into your hands, eyeing curiously. “What’s this doing here inside my locker?”

“What’s the matter, Hina-chan?” Yachi asked.

You showed the small packet in front of them. “I found this on top of my school uniform. Dunno why it’s here~”

Deep thonking

“Maybe, a birthday gift?” Shimizu-senpai cocked her head on one side.

You rubbed the back of your neck and sweatdropped.

“That’s some very belated birthday gift, if it is, if you ask me…—“

Since you’ve turned sweet sixteen almost a month ago!!!

Yachi looked closely at the packet after you handed it to her so that you can change clothes.

“Hmm… doesn’t have a gift tag or something…”

Her curious expression changed that of alarm 🚨

#YachiPanicc

“W-WHAT IF THERE IS A BOMB INSIDE!?!! OR POISON!?! ((((；ﾟДﾟ)))))))”

Shimizu-senpai taps the blonde girl’s shoulder.

Panicc attacc stahps

Which prompted Yachi to accidentally throw the packet up in the air.

Luckily you caught it in time (after a quick change) before hitting the floor.

“Hitoka-chan, calm down. There’s no way that packet can harm all of us~ :)”

You examined the packet again, raising it under the light.

Kinda like x-ray vision lol

“At least, there’s something inside—“

Next, you shook it but gently, and you heard nothing.

The goddess intervened, a smile on her lips: “Hinata-chan, why don’t you open it?”

“B-but, idk if someone really gave it to me…?”

“Nah, don’t worry~” Was silent for a sec. “I can assure you that this packet really is for you.”

You glanced at Shimizu-senpai, a bit sus—

An Among Us ref (sorry I still couldn’t play the game) but still—

Many scenarios playing inside your head.

Wow Tsukki would be shocked if he knows you can also think with that single brain cell of yours

Hc’d Hina-chan calls Tsukishima ‘Tsukki’ also aside from Yams.

“Go on, Hina-chan! Open it, open it~” Stars forming in Yachi’s eyes lol

You smiled sheepishly. “If you two say so…”

You untied the ribbon and pried open the packet—

You gasped at the contents before fishing it out.

Like 👁👄👁

“Uwaaaa~ a cute hair scrunchie!” you exclaimed, showing off said scrunchie like a trophy.

A black hair scrunchie dotted with sunflowers and oranges, like your team’s black-and-orange jersey.

Even bigger stars have formed into Yachi’s eyes looks like she’d created an entire new galaxy wwwwww kidding.

Goddess Kiyoko beaming a little…

You tied your chest-length orange ginger-colored red whatever you fans called it lol—

You pulled your chest-length hair up in a ponytail and secured it with the scrunchie.

YAH LOOKED FAHBUHLOUS, DAHLING~ *chef’s kiss*

“Oi, dumbass, hurry up or we’ll be late for class!” Hollered another dumbass outside the locker room.

“H-hai, coming~!”

The two of you walking side by side from the gym towards the first years’ hallway to class.

Kageyama kept glancing at your direction. You noticed.

“What? Is there something on my face, Bakayama-kun?”

“Ha?” He stared ahead, scowling. “No, nothing.”

There’s his glancing again.

Annoyed, you stopped in your tracks and pouted at him.

An angry and pouting Hinata is cute af ngl—

“Can you stop looking at my face, Bakayama!? What’s wrong with you??? Mou~ (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾”

C-cute, the raven-haired setter thought, cheeks flushing.

Looking flabbergasted at his fellow teammate’s rant.

“O-oi, dumbass, calm down!” Kags said, his hand clamping your head.

“Then why are you staring at me??? Ow ow ow let go~!”

Still clamping, he lowered your head a bit and nodded at your new hair scrunchie.

“What’s that thing on your head? Who gave that to you??”

Oof jelly boyfie alert dejk—

You swatted Kageyama’s hand away from your head and adjusted said scrunchie “thing”.

“A hair scrunchie, idiot! I found it inside my locker earlier after morning practice.”

Mumbling, “Dunno who put it there though…”

Silence.

He slowly said, looking away from you, his cheeks a tinge of red.

“That looks… good on you, the colors suited your hair. It’s cute.”

You looked at him surprised, face a bit flustered too. “T-thanks…?”

Wow… Bakayama complimenting me? He said ‘cute’… to me? (*☻-☻*)

#TsundereKageyama imo lol fite me

An idea formed in your head.

Seriously Tsukki’ll be shocked. Really—

Brown eyes narrowing at him. “Maybe…”

“Maybe, what?” he demanded.

What this dumbass thinking—

“…did you sneak inside the girls’ locker room and place it inside my locker???” you feigned shock.

Which made poor Kags choke on his spit and full-blast tomato face mode.

He stuttered madly. “W-WHA… WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING, HINATA BOKE!?!!! I DID NOT—S-STOP SPILLING NONSENSE DAMMIT!!!”

“( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) hai hai~ I believe you now!” you grinned at the setter. “Sorry for pulling your leg hehe”

Tick marks forming on his forehead, mouth twitching…

“Why you little—“

First bell rang~

You walked towards your classroom’s door before turning at him.

“Hey, Kageyama-kun, I’ll see you at lunchtime, ne?” You beamed.

And winked ^_−☆ before heading inside.

Double kill

The poor boy was left alone, unmoved in his position.

That boke’ll be the death of me //////

DO NOT REPOST/EDIT WITHOUT PERMISSION. PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME, KIDS. LIKES ESPECIALLY REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED. ALL WORKS (c) angrymongol01 - 2021.

[httpjeon]

❝ warm ❞ kth ― m.

 ― summary:

you return home to see your roommate jerking off on the couch

taehyung/reader | roommate!au | smut, fluff | 3k ↬ content warnings: DIRTY TALK, praise kink, masturbation (male&fem), light voyeurism, degrading names, lots of pet names, multiple orgasms, mild forced orgasm, squirting, tae cums inside too so unprotected sex, also the return of the ‘fat cock’ disease

a/n: this is a repost from my old blog byleo and it has been edited! this is bordering on gift level dirty talk so beware lmao

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You returned home from closing up the library, letting out a sigh of relief as you stepped into the heated apartment you shared with your roommate. It was mid-winter, the temperature shockingly cold and snow covering the ground in a white fluffy blanket. Kicking off your shoes, you were careful to make sure they were on the mat to avoid melting snow from making a puddle on the floor, you also shed your jacket and hung it up on the coat rack beside the black one with gray trim -- your roommates. You stood for a moment, letting your body heat up, listening to the sound of the TV playing in the living room as a signal that Taehyung was still awake.

Through the smell of vanilla candles burning, you could barely make out the delectable scent of food. You wondered if your darling roommate had been lovely enough to pick up some food; he was known for bringing takeout home for when you worked late because the poor guy was hopeless in the kitchen.

When you entered the kitchen, you immediately zeroed in on the box of fried chicken sitting oh-so innocently on the countertop, happiness flooding your system in silent waves. You reached in a box, grabbed one of the tasty morsels, and popped it into your mouth, humming as you chewed.

You wandered your way to the living room, greeted by the beautiful sight sat on the couch. His t-shirt was discarded on the floor, leaving his torso bare; his tan skin and toned body on complete display to your greedy eyes.

The real shock was the way his sweatpants had been moved down just enough to release his cock, which he was currently stroking with one large hand. His head was tossed back, displaying his sharp jaw and beautiful neck; his mouth was open slightly as he released small pants and moans of pleasure.

Momentarily stunned by the sight, you stood there watching as your roommate jerked himself off.

Swallowing thickly, you forgot about the food you had in your throat; immediately choking as the chicken went down wrong, covering your mouth as tears sprung to your eyes through your coughing.

Taehyung yelped, jerking his sweats up and turning to you with his eyes as wide as dinner plates. He stood up and approached you, slapping you on the back, with the hand he wasn't jerking off with, until your airway cleared and you stopped coughing.

“A-Are you okay…_____-ah?” He whispered, obviously embarrassed that you had caught him.

“Yeah…Tae…I’m okay. Just shocked is all,” You mumbled, avoiding his gaze as you fought yourself to not ogle his naked chest.

“I uh…hope you…um…” He trailed off, nervously running his hand through his hair.

“It’s fine.” You brushed it off, though you had no idea what he was trying to say, your own cheeks growing hot.

You could see Taehyung was still hard in his sweats, the material tenting dramatically as they struggled to contain. The image of his hand around that cock, pretty red tip dribbling precum over his skin, slowly sliding up and down laguidly as his hips tensed at a particularly good touch.

“There’s food in the kitchen. I’m going to go to bed,” Before you could respond, he was skittering down the hallway and hiding himself away in his bed with a final slam of his bedroom door. The silence was deafening as you stared at his shut door; you could only imagine what he was doing in there.

After showering and getting into pajamas -- not before putting the chicken away of course, you crawled under your duvet and attempted to sleep away the lustful thoughts of your roommate.

“Shit, baby, you feel so fucking tight around me,” Taehyung whispered, your hair wrapped around his fist as he fucked you from behind, fat cock stretching your walls.

His free hand reached under you and cupped your breast, pinching your nipple between his fingers viciously. It made you cry out, the pinch of pain contrasting deliciously the pleasure he was giving you.

“Tell me how it feels, slut,” He growled, yanking your hair harder, the name only making you gush.

Tears stung your eyes as Taehyung lifted your torso off the bed by your hair; your hands flailed in the air, unable to reach a purchase to steady yourself. You could hear Taehyung chuckle from behind you as he watched you struggle, the condescending sound making your face burn.

His hand abandoned your breast to find your clit, circling the swollen nub with rough fingers. He circled, pinched, and flicked the little bud to send you flying into a delicious orgasm.

“Cream on my cock like a good girl,” He hissed, the feeling of you tightening so well around him, causing his pace to stutter.

You shot up in bed with a gasp, sweat making your night clothes stick uncomfortably to you. Your heart was pounding almost painfully in your chest, the sound nearly deafening in your ears.

What a dream.

You were left with a distinct stickiness in your panties, making the fabric stick to you as well. Groaning, you reached beneath the oversized shirt to pull the material off. Once they were off, the open air making you whimper against your still-wet heat.

You fingers ghosted their way down your body until they reached your heat, immediately getting the digits wet as you teased your outer lips. You slid your fingers between your lips, ever so lightly grazing your clit, making your hips jump and a whimper escape your lips before you could shut your mouth. Pressing your fingers to your entrance, you didn't enter yourself, just teased.

“…Taehyung…” You sighed softly, sliding your middle finger inside of yourself, feeling your own hot walls close around.

“…Yes baby?” A deep voice resounded from the doorway, you jumped, pulling your finger out from between your thighs and slamming your legs shut. He was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest; the light from the hallway behind him making his shoulders look incredibly wide.

“Tae…” Your hands trembled as you attempted to explain. “Wait… did you say 'baby'?”

“I think…” He started towards you, ignoring your question. “You liked watching me jerk off.”

“I…” You blushed. “I did….”

Taehyung hummed, crawling onto the bed with you,making it dip beside you as he kneeled beside you. You caught a glimpse of Taehyung’s cock in his pants, hard from watching you and that idea sent a wave a heat through you. He pushed your shoulders, making you lay back on the bed as he hovered over you, staring straight into your eyes.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” He whispered, his lips dangerously close to yours, an almost sinister smirk on them. You nodded frantically, feeling almost desperate from the tease, needing his lips on yours.

With a smirk, he pressed his lips down, your lips mold together perfectly and drawing a whimper from your chest. Within seconds, the kiss became so intense it was leaving you breathless.

His lips traveled down your neck to distract you as he situated his thigh between your legs. He pressed his muscled thigh against your heat, instantly feeling the wetness through his sweats. He groaned softly in response as you arched your hips into his thigh.

you didn't even need a command to begin grinding against him, the sudden onslaught of pleasure leaving you sighing beneath him. His lips continued to work against your neck, leaving tiny marks everywhere he could that would blossom into purple bruises over the night.

You soaked through Taehyung sweats, making the fabric stick to him as he pressed harder against him not seeming to care. Taehyung broke his lips away from your skin to watch at you rode his thigh; the way you moved your hips up and down so desperately, the way your chest heaved with every moan you emitted, the way you desperately pulled on your nipples through your thin shirt made him burst out into a moan.

“You’re such a dirty girl, grinding on my thigh like this,” Taehyung growled, dark eyes watching every little move you made.

You whimpered, the fabric of his sweats against your wet heat driving you insane. The pleasure was spiking up your spine, causing goosebumps to cover your skin while your body was sticky with a sheen of sweat.

Taehyung bit his lip as he watched below him, desperately grinding your clit against his thigh. The debauched, faraway look in your eyes doing terrible things to him -- he wanted to make you cum so hard you wouldn't even be able to function through the pleasure. The only sounds that came from you were soft whimpers and whines as your hips moved desperately, chasing an orgasm that was rising, threatening to toss you over an edge that you surely leave your throat raw from screaming.

“I want you to fucking cum all over my thigh, baby. Be good little slut,”

You clawed desperately at the man above you, your nails sinking into his biceps. He hissed at the sting but made no move to stop it. You began to slow down, the stimulation of it all becoming too much. He was having none of that, roughly gripping your hips and forcing you to ride his thigh.

You cried out his name, tossing your head back as your body became taut. Then, you were flying off the cliff. Your body trembled and shook as your orgasm raced towards you. Blind heat exploded in you, the force of your orgasm rendering you unable to make a sound.

“Fuck, that’s it babygirl. Cum for me,” Taehyung whispered, his voice dangerously deep and close to your ear. “Good girl…”

You began to come down, your vision returning to you in little spots. Taehyung was running his hands along your body, whispering soft praises to you to help you come back down. His lips found yours the second your eyes found his again, lulling you out of your haze into the intense kiss. You tangled you hand in his hair, pulling at the silky stands to make him moan.

The energy had sapped out of your body, lying limp beneath Taehyung. He smirked down at you, enjoying how fucked out you looked. He was so fucking hard in his pants it was bordering on painful but he merely fixed you with a gaze, seeming to ignore it.

“Next time, I expect you to use that pretty mouth.”

"F-For now," You reached for the hem of your shirt, tugging it over your head to expose your naked breasts to his prying eyes. "You can use my cunt,"

"Fuck, such a filthy little mouth," Taehyung snarled pushing his sweats down his thighs until they reached his knees, where he then merely kicked them off the bed. With the heater in the house going, there was no shiver once he was naked -- the air comfortably warm.

He gripped your thighs, shoving them apart to expose your still-pulsing heat to his eyes. Gripping the base of his cock, he ran the tip along your slit to get himself soaked with all your juices. It was at this moment, you were reminded by the sheer size of his cock; long and thick with a delicious amount of precum that you couldn't wait to taste.

"Dirty girl," He chuckled, using the head of his cock to slap against your tender clit, making you whine. "You're absolutely gushing for my cock. Could it be my good girl is a slut for a nice, fat cock?"

"Please, Tae," You arched your hips, making the tip of his cock prod your entrance. Feeling how wet and ready you were for him, he couldn't resist pushing his way inside you. The stretch was unlike anything you'd ever felt -- delicious sting along with the direct stimulation of your g-spot had your eyes rolling back into your head immediately.

"Holy shit," He groaned when he bottomed out, kissing your cervix. No man had ever been so incredibly deep inside of you, your thighs were trembling. "You're fucking tight."

"Ah, Tae, please fuck me," You begged, grappling onto his shoulders as he pulled out until just his tip remained, your walls clenching to suck him back in. He groaned, fucking back into you with a firm thrust of his hips.

In the silence of your room, the creaking of the bed and your mingled moans felt far too loud. You could swear your nails were creating red lines down the bronze skin of his back but the sting only seemed to push him to fuck you harder. His skin became slick with sweat as he worked to bring you pleasure.

"Fuck, I'm close," He whined, his voice sounding completely worked.

"A-Already?" You teased, making him pin you with a glare and a punishing thrust against your cervix.

"Thanks to someone, I was completely blue-balled hours ago," He growled, leaning down to bring his teeth to your shoulder, chuckling when you whimpered.

"D-Didn't you finish j-jerking off?"

"No," He growled, bottoming out in you and stopping, leaving you stretched and squirming over his thick shaft. "After watching your innocent little face looking so shocked, I felt too guilty to get off."

"O-Oh..." You muttered, grinding your hips against him, reaching down to find your clit. However, Taehyung grabbed your wrist to stop you, a sinister grin on his face.

"No," He growled, pinning the arm above your head. "You're going to cum from my cock alone or not at all. It'll be your punishment for being a little tease just now."

"I-I'm sorry," You whined, feeling your eyes burn when you felt him grind deeper into you, grinding against your sweet spot. "Please fuck me then, please let me cum."

"Good girl, begging so prettily for me," He whispered, licking his lips but not lifting his grip off your arm. However, he listened to you and began to fuck you just as hard as he had been but nowhere near as fast. He was keeping himself from cumming for the sake of torturing you.

You could feel an orgasm mounting in your system, the coil in your stomach so taut it nearly hurt. Never before had a man made you cum from his cock alone, most of the time you had to get yourself off in the process or after he was finished anyway. You felt so close and even though his cock felt so good inside you, you didn't know if you could cum like this.

"Don't worry, babygirl," Taehyung cooed, releasing your arm in favor of cupping your breast. "I'll get you there."

At his promise, he finally picked up the pace. He aimed exactly where you needed it, making you cry out and arch in pleasure. One thing you didn't expect him to do was push down on your stomach, the feeling making you cum right away; the orgasm like nothing you'd ever experienced before.

"Fuck, there you go," Taehyung praised, not letting up on the pressure or slowing his pace. "Fuck I can feel my cock inside you like this," His words were so fucking filthy, you felt your orgasm raising to new heights.

Your eyes rolled back, black spotting your vision and your head going light. You weren't sure if you were going to pass out or black out; your orgasm reaching levels of pure overstimulation as his thrusts didn't even slow. You were aware of his voice but you had no clue what he was saying; all you knew was you were cumming hard and everything was increasingly wet.

Then, there was a rush of warmth inside you and he finally stilled; you could have sobbed in relief when he pulled out. You laid panting on the bed as Taehyung got off it; he wandered out of the room to fetch a towel but you didn't even notice his absence.

You did notice when a cool cloth began to clean up the mess left on your body. When you opened your eyes, you could see a small smile on his lips as he cleaned your thighs of your mixed fluids.

"Let's sleep in my bed tonight," He offered, helping you sit up even though your spine felt like jelly. "You ruined these sheets!"

"I ruined them?" You choked, your voice completely wrecked.

"Yeah, babe," He chuckled, lifting up into his arms. "Never squirted before?"

"Sq--" You felt your face flush at his words, feeling embarrassment.

When Taehyung dropped you onto his bed, he pressed a chaste kiss on your lips.

"Don't get shy on me, beautiful," He giggled, climbing onto the bed beside and pulling the blankets up around the both of you. "It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen and I cannot wait to make you do it again and again."

"Well, I still owe you that blowjob but," You chuckled and grinned up at him. "I think I'll need a few days R&R because I'm not entirely sure the feeling will return to my legs."

He laughed, wrapping his arm around your middle and pulling you into his chest. With the warmth of the house combined with his body heat, it was almost too hot.

"Well in that case," He mumbled, watching you with fond eyes. "How about you let me take you out on a date?"

"What kind of date?"

"Well I'll have you know, I can be the most romantic man in Korea," He said, taking on a dramatic tone.

"Oh sure, I'll buy that," You joked, making him laugh before he pressed a kiss to your temple.

"How about we go for some dinner and a movie and then...I'll walk you home like a gentleman," He offered, wiggling his eyebrows. "And then...once you're home, I'll fuck your brains out again!"

"You're such a pervert!" You cried, playfully shoving him away, making him gasp all too dramatically which only made you giggle more.

"Okay, okay," He acquiesced, snuggling back down with you. "We'll hammer out the details later. Let's just sleep, alright?"

"Hmm, deal," You breathed in his scent, ignoring the too hot feeling surrounding you before closing your eyes.

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[brianprobablywill]

Driven By You (Brian May x Reader)

summary: the reader is insecure about her relationship with brian, making brian’s return from tour an emotional day for both of them.

fluff + angst; 1.8k words

[since i accidentally deleted this post from my blog while trying to edit it - the tumblr app is a bitch lmao - here is the repost! i’ll also attach the right link to the masterlist asap!]

This wasn’t the first time you were here. Here, sitting in a dingy booth of this dingy coffee shop in this dingy corner of East London.

You had been here over and over again. Sunday after Sunday. Breakfast after Breakfast. Sneaking pieces of toast off your boyfriend’s plate, him taking a sip of your coffee to get you back. Your boyfriend holding your hand fondly across the table, telling you how much you mean to him.

You had always been fascinated by Brian. There were so many layers to him. Such a shy, sweet boy on the outside, only letting his wild side out when he was playing the guitar, gelling perfectly with Roger and Tim.

He’d invited you to his first gig ever, taking you backstage after and kissing you softly, asking you out on a date. You’d gone to every concert of his after that, even the one where Tim had left Smile for Humpy Bong. You’d helped him think straight when he was upset over it. You’d been there when he’d voiced his concerns about their new frontman — one of your closest friends — Freddie, and had assured him that he was the perfect fit.

You’d been his sounding board for all his song ideas. You had been there to celebrate when he’d said the album had hit the charts. You’d been the one to pick up the phone when Roger had called to tell Brian that their manager had booked them a tour of America.

You had stood at the airport, kissing your boyfriend goodbye one last time, telling him you’d loved him. Brian had held on tight, pressing kisses into your hairline, not wanting to let go. He had said he loved you and asked you if you would wait for him. You had pressed a kiss to his knuckles, telling him he was stupid to think that you wouldn’t.

You and Brian would talk almost every day. Yes, timezones made it difficult, but Brian made sure to get in a phone call every two to three days, even if that meant he had to wake up earlier. The phone calls started to get more and more sparse as Queen progressed into the most hectic leg of the tour. You started to worry that it was because Brian was finding better things to devote his time to, rather than spending time talking to you.

You worried a lot. Every day that passed without talking to Brian, you worried. You would get the occasional postcard in the mail, chicken-scratch scrawled on really tiny, trying to fit as much as he could onto the small card. You’d smile and tuck them under the mattress on your side of the bed, reading them any time your anxiety got the better of you.

On his last letter, dated four weeks back, he’d told you to come to the coffee shop today. At your regular time.

So here you were. A long time had passed since the last time you were here, but it still felt the same. Minnie — one of the waitresses — came to your booth and smiled at you, happy to see you back. “We thought you’d moved away! Is Brian coming later than usual?” She asked.

“Yeah, I suppose he’s just running a little late,” you said, smiling warmly back at her.

“I’ll wait till he’s back to take your order, even though I’m pretty sure it’s going to be the same.” Minnie said, “I’ll get to meet him too, that way!”

You watched as she walked away, not sure if you were going to get to meet him either. It was fifteen minutes past your usual time, but Brian still hadn’t shown up. You pulled the letter out of your bag one more time, making sure you’d gotten the date and time right.

After rechecking for the fifteenth time, you banged the side of the letter on the table, considering leaving. Tears were forming in your eyes. Brian had decided not to show up.

You were picking up your bag, readjusting your hair, trying to stall. You drank the glass of water that had been sitting on your table. As you began walking towards the exit, Minnie called out, getting you to turn around, “He’s not coming?”

“Seems like it. Must have gotten caught up somewhere,” You said, trying to hold back tears.

Minnie put a hand on your shoulder, “I’m sure it’s just that,” she said, almost as if she understood.

You nodded quickly, biting your lower lip. You turned around quickly, walking with your head down. That’s why you didn’t notice when you bumped into someone, mumbling an, “I’m so sorry,” trying to be on your way.

But it was when you heard that sweet voice you’d been yearning to hear for so long, that you stopped.

“Y/N?”

You looked up to see a familiar pair of hazel eyes, crinkled at the corners.

“Brian,” you said softly, holding onto his arm, your grip tight.

“Oh, goodness, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” Brian said, his voice full of emotion, pulling you into a tight hug. One of his hands was on the back of your head, convenient for you because that meant he couldn’t see your tears. His other hand was around your waist, pulling you impossibly close to his body. “Oh, my love, you came.” He said, putting his hands on your arms to separate you from his body.

“Of course I did,” you said, your voice small.

Brian’s expression changed to one of worry immediately, “What’s wrong? Let’s sit down.” He put his hand on your back, sitting down across you in the booth that you always occupied.

As always, his hand instinctively went to rest on top of yours, thumb stroking your skin idly. You pulled your hand away — not sure why — taking it into your lap, not making eye contact with Brian.

“My love, did I do something?” Brian asked you. He always called you ‘my love.’ You loved when he did. There was so much feeling in those two words. And you knew Brian meant them every time. This time it hurt a little to hear them.

“You still love me, Brian?” You asked, afraid of the answer.

Brian looked shocked. “Of course I do, sweetheart. What makes you think I don’t?” He leaned forward, putting both of his hands forward. “Can I hold your hands, please?” He asked. His eyes looked pleading; slightly afraid.

You gave him your hands, looking gravely at them as he took them in both of his own, holding on tight.

“My love,” he called, getting you to look at him. “I never stopped loving you. I will always love you. Don’t keep a single doubt of that in your mind.” He was confident in his words, maintaining sheer eye contact to show you how serious he was.

You nodded, starting to believe him. “Yeah,” you whispered.

“What made you think I didn’t anymore?”

You took a few breaths to compose your answer, not wanting to overwhelm Brian. You gulped, pleading to yourself to maintain composure as you spoke. “You were away touring, surrounded by pretty girls all the time, all of them waiting to get a touch of you.” You swallowed, taking a deep breath in. You watched Brian’s incredulous expression during that time. “You started writing less and less, and I just started to worry, it sounds really stupid, I’m sorry —” You were cut off by Brian’s sound of disagreement.

You looked up at him as he stood up and walked over to your side of the booth, sitting down and scooting close to you. He put one arm around your shoulders, the other coming to the arm closest to him.

 “Y/N, my love,” he began, pausing for just a second. “Nobody comes close to you.” His eyes looked glossed over now. “I love you, Y/N. Not a day passed by on tour when I didn’t think of what it would be like, doing all of that with you. Seeing all those beautiful places with you.” He opened his mouth, closing it before opening it again. “I actually wasn’t going to show you this till I was sure, but…” He released you from his grip, reaching across the table for his backpack, pulling out a notebook. You recognized it as his songwriting notebook.

He flipped to a page titled ‘Driven By You,’ pushing the notebook to you.

Your eyes took in the lyrics, pausing for a moment at the especially good ones.

“We’re working day and night to make a dream come true,

Everything I do is driven by you,”

 You smiled, looking at Brian, who had shifted slightly away from you. You wanted to pull him in for a hug, but you decided to read the entire thing first.

“I'm holding on to life with you

'Cause life without you just won't do

Driven by you.”

You laughed this time, your heart doing a little dance. You closed the notebook, putting your arms around Brian. “Did you write that for me?”

“Yes,” Brian said, “It’s true.”

“I’’m sorry I doubted you, Bri. I am so sorry.” You said, pulling away, putting one hand on his cheek.

Brian brought his hand to hold your wrist, “No, I see what you mean. If you were away for so long, I would have gotten a little worried too.” He assured you. He leaned down, pulling you in for a kiss.

You melted into it, bringing your hands around Brian’s neck. You had missed this. You had missed this so bad. You weren’t going to let go so easily. You pulled away after a few seconds, keeping your forehead pressed to his, “I love you, Brian May.”

Brian chuckled softly, “What would I do without you?”

You giggled, pressing one last kiss to his lips before pulling away completely. “Let’s go somewhere else. I wanna meet you properly,” you said slyly, getting up and waiting for Brian to do the same.

Brian kept his fingers interlaced with yours the entire time back to your apartment, stopping you one last time outside the front door. “Y/N, my love?” He asked, pulling on your hand to get your attention.

You hummed in response, looking up at him, You were still thinking about all the places Brian had seen and described for you.

“Please don’t think I don’t love you again,” he said, his eyes soft, filled with concern. “I love you, okay? More than anything in this world. I promise. I didn’t think once about all the girls I used to see everywhere, all I could think of was coming ba—”

“I believe you, Brian,” you cut him off. “I believe you, I promise. I think I just missed you a little too much.”

You pulled on his collar, getting him to walk with you, whispering in his ear as you pushed the door open, “How about you show me just how much you missed me?”

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SHIPPING INFO     //   ANSWER  THE  FOLLOWING  FOR  YOUR  MUSE(S)  SO  PEOPLE KNOW  HOW  SHIPPING  WORKS  ON  YOUR  BLOG.   REPOST.   DON’T REBLOG.

1. WHAT’S  YOUR  OTP  FOR  YOUR  MUSE?:

Awe gosh. I’m not sure I have an actual true true otp with Oswald. I’m extremely fond of Gobblep.ot. and Nygmobble.pot but I’ve always been rather hand wiggly on how one-sided feelings are in the latter (and won’t ever be explored further in canon.) So I guess I like. It more when it’s written well otherwise it’s just a one sided mess of feelings. 

Honestly, I just want Oswald to be HAPPY? 

As far as rping going, @onexbadday’s Joker and Oswald is one of my favorites. That just kinda. Sprang up out of a joke LMAO. But it’s very specific to Cas’ particular Gotham Verse Joker. Who is NOT Jerome or Jeremiah. Like pls. Use your eyes to read. 

2.   WHAT  ARE  YOU  WILLING  TO  RP  WHEN  IT  COMES  TO  SHIPPING?:

Awe gosh EVERYTHING??? Domestic nonsense is fun. Fluff is fun. Angst; Violence. Conflict. Whatever falls under the sun. I’m not all that confident in writing smut though so I’ll typically fade to black or wuss out and drop the thread; even if I’m super super close to the other mun. 

3.  HOW  LARGE  DOES  THE  AGE  GAP  HAVE  TO  BE  TO  MAKE  IT  UNCOMFORTABLE?:

I mean. Similar enough? Oswald is in his late 20′s/early 30′s in my verses. Massive age differents are a bit of an awkward horse and would have to be discussed individually. 

As far as shipping with someone; I’d PREFER the mun to be over 18, especially if things reach anything heated or heavy (not that it really would but lmao). Lying about your age gets you blocked bucko. I ain’t about that life.

4.   ARE  YOU  SELECTIVE  WHEN  SHIPPING? :

God yes I am. I am very VERY selective. Oswald has to vibe well with the other muse and I as the Mun have to be comfortable with them OOC. I’ve had far too many situations where I’ve been forced into shipping and I just. I hate it. It’s not fun and it makes interactions a chore. 

I stopped rping for a long time bc of it. I need CHEMISTRY. 

Also pls don’t throw women at Oswald when YOU know he’s gay. I’m not dealing with it. I’m not going to indulge your fantasy. 

5. HOW  FAR  DO  STEAMY  MOMENTS  HAVE  TO  GO  BEFORE  THEY’RE  CONSIDERED  NSFW? :

Anything that ventures past pg-13 is gonna be stuck under a readmore; I’ll put warnings in the tags as well bc I know people don’t wanna see that. (Or maybe they do??? idk)

6.   WHO  ARE  OTHER  MUSES  YOU  SHIP  YOUR  MUSE  WITH? :

Rn it’s p much only J. Oswald’s got a BIT of a crush on an Edward (Wrongwiththisrights) and Bili’s Ed (akillerconundrum) p much follows a lot of canon so I think it’s safe to assume that what went down in the show occurred between them. (I mean?? We’ve mentioned it in a group chat so If I’m wrong pls correct me jsdflkjsdf)

7.   DOES  ONE  HAVE  TO  ASK  TO  SHIP  WITH  YOU? :

If things are heading in that particular direction and you feel like our muses are vibing well; I’d like to be asked and made aware of the intention to ship.

8.   HOW  OFTEN  DO  YOU  LIKE  TO  SHIP? :

I view it as more of a��‘If it happens it happens’ so Iunno! 

9.   ARE  YOU  SHIP  OBSESSED  OR  SHIP  MORE - OR - LESS? :

I’m not obsessed lmao; as I said. If it happens it happens. It’s not the reason I started this blog and isn’t the reason I continue to write. 

10.   ARE  YOU  MULTISHIP? :

I. I guess I am?? I’ve never really been one before; But rest assured if two ships are active then they aren’t related. They aren’t overlapping and Oswald is not polyamorous (have you seen this man?? he could never share). I’m also extremely squicked out by cheating and using it as a plot device. So. 

They’ll be separate. Be it a different verse or what have you.

11.  WHAT  IS  ( ARE )  YOUR  FAVORITE  SHIP  (S)  IN  YOUR  CURRENT  FANDOM? :

I mean. You can look back at the first question lmao; I also enjoy Scriddler (but not GOTHAM Scriddler you feel? Cause Jon is a baby.) UhhhHHHH I enjoyed season one Jim/Lee  Butch n’ Tabs. Tabs n’ Barb 

idk I don’t know many ships sjdkfljsdfkj

12.   FINALLY,  HOW  DOES  ONE  SHIP  WITH  YOU? :

I mean. If our muses have good chemistry and we’re friendly ooc you’re free to be like HEYYYY so I’m feelin’ a ship and I’ll be like. Sick bro here’s MY feelings on it. Nine times out of ten? I’m probably gonna be down.

Just know I’ll never shut up about our boys if we do ship.

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Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog. REPOST. Don’t reblog.

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?:

Speeding Bullet (Sniper && Scout). Like, that’s the biggest one for me not gonna lie. Like, I honestly haven’t put a lot of thought into shipping much when I joined the fandom, but I really love Speeding Bullet.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?:

Everything but sex at this point honestly. Like, probably even when I turn 18 next month ‘cause I mean??? Who actually things describing intercourse is?? Interesting? Idk the word I’m looking for right now, but it ain’t my thing honestly. It’s kinda gross? And if I were to ever do it, I’d prefer to do it privately like over d.iscord or another chat thing rather than posting it publicly. It’s just kinda gross to post it where everyone can see like if it ain’t under a read more and it just out in the open. Like-- An unwanted dick pic kinda?? Idk that’s just me though.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?:

Honestly, so long as both parties are consenting adults, and one isn’t old enough to be the other’s grandparent, I won’t be uncomfortable with it, and it’s the same way with Jean. Like, she’s been in a situation where she was seeing an adult while she was a teenager, so she doesn’t want that to happen to someone else, and then who would want to be with someone who’s old enough to be their grandparent?? It’s like the grand-daddy-dom post all over again and that’s awful. I mean the post was funny, but the idea is awful and u g h.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?:

Depends? Like?? I guess, yes in the sense that I’d prefer to be comfortable talking to the mun before shipping muses so it’s easier to write and share ideas for the ship, and I’d prefer it if our muses actually had chemistry and a few threads together to see if they would even work in a relationship, or how they interact with each other? Like, Kinda??? I guess???

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NSFW?:

As soon as clothes come off or someone starts talking dirty or grinding imo. Like, I feel like that’s a safe line to say for sure that ‘yep they gon fuck’ and then go to black with it. Cause I mean?? Passionate make outs aren’t too nsfw are they? I have no idea tbh like shipping was never really my thing, and even when I did with past rps and stuff, it was always the softer ships. Like the ‘you were asleep and i made you breakfast’ or the ‘slow dancing to our song in the kitchen’ sorts of ships and plus I wasn an even younger minor so??? Idk, but def when any of that starts happening.

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?:

Right now, the only active ship on the blog is with @talariis since the other muse I ship Jean with is on a hiatus. Not a lot lmao

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:

I mean, preferably, but if it happens on its own, I’m not going to complain like?? Honestly I love it when ships sort of happen on their own? And it kinda becomes blatant to the point where muns can just start dropping ideas about romantic stuff with each other?? God those are the best kinds of ships imo bc you know they work, and fit together and aaa love them--

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?:

Eh. If it happens, it happens, but unless I’m really into a ship, I’m not going to be actively looking to ship romantically. It’s just?? Not my thing?? Don’t get me wrong; I enjoy it, but it’s just not a priority.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?:

yep. verse dependent.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?:

Mostly? More-Or-Less. Like, if I really get into a ship like with Ben and Jean or Speeding Bullet, then I’ll become a little ship obsessed, but most of the time I’m pretty impartial to ships. Like, most of them can be cute or sweet in their own ways and that’s rad, but there’s only ever a handful I’m 110% in love with??

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:  

Speeding Bullet. But besides them, Z.hanna and Soldier if we’re focusing on just canon characters, but if ocs are involved?? Track and Latch (Hook // @maplelatch && S.cout ), Target Practice ( Seeker // @peregriiine && S.niper ), and Swords and Shields (?) ( Safeguard // @shield-wielder && D.emoman ). Fucking love all of them, and need to draw them but who?? actually draws?? lmao nerds thats who a h a

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:

First, just rp with me. Let our muses meet and interact, and if something sparks, then come talk to me about it. Easy as that.