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Good Vibrations | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Hihi hello! This is just a random thirst post that got out of hand. I hope you enjoy💕here was the original ask by @tomurastrashpanda.

Summary: Bakugou’s been away on a mission for three weeks, and you can’t quite seem to get yourself off while he's gone. Luckily for you, he’s got something to help you out.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, pwp, not proof read, long distance remote controlled toy, phone sex, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, multiple orgasms, the lightest degradation I’ve probably ever written, squirting.

Word Count: 3.5k.

It wasn’t unusual for Bakugou to be gone for long periods, you knew what you were getting into when you started a relationship with the explosive number two, back then a loud, brash sidekick. Often used to spending plenty of time alone when he got called away on business, finding ways to distract yourself from feeling isolated. You were lucky that you were born into a generation that had so many ways to stay in contact with your loved ones long-distance, wondering how you would’ve survived if you had to wait weeks to receive a letter from Bakugou. It wasn’t exactly easy, especially during those lonely nights when you wished you had a warm body to snuggle into, instead of the many plushies he’d bought for you. But for the most part, you managed just fine without him.

Of course, there were certain things you wished he was around for, those urges that needed to be satiated, itches that needed to be scratched. Things that you much preferred doing with Bakugou Katsuki, but of course sometimes this was easier said than done. There was little you could do to quench the thirst inside you, a blistering fire burning inside as you huffed. Eyes staring up at the fan blades on the ceiling circling cool air down on your body, one of Bakugou’s old Dynamight shirts pulled up over your chest as you spread your legs on your shared bed.

He knew what he was doing when he sent you that selfie, he knew that it would result in this. You’d been doing so well while he’d been gone on this work trip, distracting yourself with a mixture of mundane tasks and your friends until he returned. He’d dutifully sent Kirishima to check on you like he usually did when he was away, giving you more distractions to take your mind off him not being there.

But this? This was torture.

It wasn’t even the best one he’d ever sent you, the frosted mirrors blurred the image of him— but it was the implication behind it. You could just make out his torso through the foggy condensation in the hotel room bathroom, a towel slung dangerously low on his hips as you pinched the screen for a closer look. A smug smirk on his face as he held his cell phone up towards the mirror, a blatant indication that you had been right- he knew exactly what he was doing.

And this was the result.

A slick layer of sweat created a dewy hue against your skin as your fingers toyed with your puffy clit. The pads pruning from how long you’d been trying to get yourself off— a glittery orange vibrator now sat forgotten beside you as you increased your pace. Desperate times called for desperate measures and the toy only seemed to edge you further as the vibrations began to numb the sensation, the chance that the feeling may come back the only reason you hadn’t thrown it halfway across your bedroom. But even your fingers directly to your clit weren’t enough to quell the ache inside you, the cool air from the fan above effectively drying your slick as it increased the friction. Making the movements even more painful as you raised your fingers to your lips to cover them in spit before moving them back to your clit. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

Your eyes clenched shut as you tried to imagine Bakugou between your legs, his fingers dipping into the plush skin of your thighs as he smirked up at you. Placing chaste kisses against your hip bone as he began a trail towards your cunt. Blowing cool air against your outer labia as he settled down, his tongue poking out to lick a languid swipe along your slit. Your body jolted at the motion as you bucked your hips, desperately trying to get him to touch you where you needed it most. Thinking about how his lips felt when they wrapped around your clit, tongue lashing against the sensitive nub as he sucked hard. The way the most simplest touches could make you come undone in seconds— wishing that he was here to help you ascend into pleasure and end this torture.

Groaning you reached over to grab your cell phone, unlocking it to find your boyfriend's contact as you pressed ‘call’, the ringing sounding in your ears as you prayed that he would answer. Your mind still hazy from desperation from trying to get off you couldn’t work out what time it was for him right now, whether he would be at work or asleep.

“Hey, Princess.” His voice sounded on the other side of the line as you heaved a sigh of relief, there was a certain husk to his undertone as though you’d just woken him from slumber as you settled back against your plush pillows.

“Katsuki,” You whined softly, easing your body into the sound of his voice as you felt your limbs begin to relax.

“What you doin’ up so late?” He hummed.

“Couldn’t sleep.” You mumbled, “What times’it for you?”

“Four.” He sighed, you heard him shuffle as though he was relaxing back against his own bed as he snuggled beneath the duvet, “Why can’t you sleep, sweetheart. Missin’ me?”

“Yeah,” You knew he could tell you were pouting on the other side of the phone, even though he couldn’t see you. A soft chuckle left his lips and spilt through the speaker as you placed the phone on speaker so you could lay it on the pillow beside you.

“I miss you too,” He rasped, “I’ll be home soon.”

“I wish you were home now.” You whined, uncaring how pathetic you sounded.

“Me too,” His ears began to perk up at your tone, “Did you like the picture I sent?”

A high-pitched groan sounded in your throat at his words, immediately bringing your mind directly back to that sinful image he’d sent you a few hours prior. Your thighs clenched together as you felt the familiar desire bubbling up inside you again, leaving you feeling lightheaded as you closed your eyes.

“Yeah,” You mumbled.

“Yeah?” He smirked as you heard more rustling on the other side of the phone, his voice shifting slightly as he changed positions, “Just thought I’d show you I was thinkin’ about you. ‘m guessin’ you’ve been thinkin’ about me too?”

You could hear the smug tone of his voice as you squeezed your thighs together, trying to offer your body some sweet relief as your puffy clit cried out for attention.

“How’d you know?” You mused.

“Ain’t no other reason you’d be callin’ me at four am, sweetheart.” His laugh filled the speakers, “You been touchin’ that pretty pussy thinkin’ about me?”

Another gasp left your lips at his words, the sound sending pleasurable jolts directly to your core as you shifted against the warm sheets. Bakugou always made it difficult for you to focus, to think.

“Yeah,” You whimpered.

“Yeah?” He groaned, “How many times you made yourself cum, baby?”

“None.”

“None?” You could hear the confusion evident in his tone, “Not even with that new toy I bought you?”

“I can’t.” You huffed.

It was one thing using the toys when your boyfriend was home, satiating the desire inside you when he had to work late or he was out late for drinks with Kirishima- but he’d been gone for days. There were only so many times you could get off using your vibrator before your body became bored, remembering how Bakugou would touch you and how much better it made you feel. Soon even the intense settings on the vibrator that was usually too much for you to handle became mundane, muscle memory reminding you of how Bakugou felt and soon the toys became redundant.

“Aww, my poor baby,” He feigned sympathy, the disgustingly sweet condescending tone to his voice had your body betraying you as your walls clenched around nothing, “Can’t even get yourself off without me there, can ya?”

“Don’t make fun of me, Katsuki.” You whined, “It hurts.”

“Yeah?” He mused, “You need me to help you cum, pretty girl?”

“I told you, I can’t.” Your clit already felt sore, the incessant rubbing causing so much friction that you weren’t even sure you could cum anymore. Already resigned to the fact you would probably have to fall asleep with the throbbing between your thighs, the only saving grace was that hopefully, Bakugou’s voice could soothe you into slumber.

“Yes, you can.” Bakugou continued, “I’m already half-hard imagining you laying there all desperate and needy for me, sweetheart.”

His words caused your needy clit to throb, instantly thinking about him laying there palming himself because of you. Remembering how pretty his cock looked as the weight of it lay flat against his pelvis, the flushed tip dripping with pre as his balls tightened swollen with his cum.

“Can’t wait to get home and sink myself balls deep inside that tight angel cunt.” You heard him hiss as he wrapped a palm around his thick length, giving himself a teasing tug as he imagined you were there with him, “I’ll stretch you out properly.”

“Fuck,” You gasped at his words, your hips rolling against the mattress.

“Yeah? You want that, princess?” Bakugou goaded, “Want me to fuck you back into the shape of my cock?”

“Yes.” You hissed through gritted teeth, already feeling fresh slick pooling between your thighs at the thought.

“Grab that new toy I bought ya.” He continued, “Is it charged?”

Bakugou had sent you a new toy to add to your collection while he was away. A tiny pink vibrator that was bluetooth controlled and would work long distances- the small egg on the end of it didn’t look like it would do much, but the packaging's bold statements did catch your eye ‘the most powerful egg vibrator’.

“Yeah, but you need to download an app, Katsuki.” You reached into your bedside drawer to grab the small toy, “There isn’t time-”

“I’ve got it.” He scoffed, “Ya really think I’d send you that without preparing? Who’d you think I am? Shitty fuckin’ Deku.”

“Oh,” Suddenly you felt your body heat up again as you held onto the small silicone toy.

“Can you feel that?” You gasped as the toy came to life in your hands, a shrill buzzing now filled your bedroom and you were certain he could hear it on the other side of the phone despite its claims of discretion, “Oh fuck, I can hear it.”

The vibrations dulled to a gentle ebb as he turned the control down on his end, the toy barely humming as you continued holding it between your fingers.

“Want you to press it against that tight little hole, but don’t put it in. Can you do that for me, baby?” Bakugou murmured, “Want you to get it all nice and wet for me, yeah?”

“You said you weren’t gonna tease me.” You whined, the subtle vibrations doing nothing to satiate the burning inside you. Your eyes became watery in frustration as the desire began to throb.

“Okay, sweetheart, okay. Push it inside,” You could hear the amused lilt to his voice as he spoke to you.

Bakugou listened intently on the other side of the line for the noise he knew was coming next. He arguably knew your body better than you knew it yourself, knowing every single intricacy and what would have you coming undone in moments. His hands were skilled in finding all those hidden spots all over your body and the ones that would elicit the most sinful sounds.

Your lips parted in an ‘o’ as a surprised gasp left your lips, the toy sinking into your wet core with ease as it did nothing to stretch you out, but you felt the toy slide into place easily as the curved egg sat perfectly against your spongy inner walls, positioned directly against your g-spot.

“Fuck, sound so pretty for me, baby.” He groaned, the soft tone smooth through the speaker, “Does that feel good?”

“Yeah,” You gasped, feeling the vibrations beginning to increase as Bakugou slid his finger along his cell phone screen, “So good.”

“Knew you’d like this when I bought it for you.” He mused, listening to soft moans on the other side of the line as he palmed his balls, “If I can’t be there with you, at least this might be the next best thing.”

“Katsuki,” You murmured, slowly rolling your hips to give yourself some added stimulation with the toy, the vibrations just enough to have you creeping back to the edge of your climax, but not enough to send you over the edge.

“We should try this in public next time,” He continued, “Wonder if anyone would be able to hear it vibrating outside.”

The implication had you moaning, the sound causing Bakugou’s lips to curve into a smug grin on the other side of the line as he turned the dial up higher.

“Yeah? You like the sound of that?” Bakugou pushed, “Want everyone to know how filthy my girl is?”

“Fuck, Katsu-” You trailed off, the coil inside you tightening as you felt yourself dancing on the cusp of your release, “I think I’m gonna cum-”

“Do it,” Bakugou snarled, “Cum for me.”

The harsh tone of his voice had your cunt clamping down around the toy, the vibrations increased as he turned the toy up to the max as you cried out for him. Thrashing against the bed as the tension that had built up inside you the last few hours finally snapped, crying out for him as you came hard. “That’s it, pretty girl.” Your chest heaved as you felt him slowly begin to lower the vibrations to help you ride out your release, “Always sound so pretty for me when you cum.”

You reached up to palm your breasts as you rode out the final tremors of your release, fingertips pinching at your pebbled nipples as you stared up at the ceiling. Feeling more relaxed as you let out a soft sigh before you picked up the crude sound of Bakugou spitting on the other side of the phone.

“You really do need me to get yourself off, don’tcha?” He goaded, his hand sliding down his length to coat it in a mixture of spit and pre, “Got so many vibrators and you can’t even use those right.”

“It’s always better when it's you,” You mumbled softly.

“I know, baby. I know.” Bakugou rasped, “But you got me hard as a fuckin’ rock now because of those pretty noises you were makin’.”

You felt the egg inside you begin to vibrate again as you gasped in surprise, your eyes snapping open as you moved to pull the end of it to tug it from your slick walls.

“S’too much, Katsuki.” You whined, “I just came.”

“You’re not waking me up in the middle of the night just to cum once, sweetheart.” He persisted, “You better not take the toy out of that pretty pussy, you owe me at least one more.”

Even halfway around the world he still commanded the room like he was present, the authoritative tone in his voice had your spent cunt throbbing as he continued to allow the toy to buzz. Moving your hand from the end of it as you lay back against your warm sheets, focusing on the slick sound of his hand smoothing along the length of his cock. Your body betrayed you at the sound, feeling the desire beginning to build inside you again as you were painfully reminded how long it had been since the last time you’d been intimate with Bakugou- wishing that his job didn’t have to tear him away from you for quite so long.

“You still with me, princess?” He rasped as he fisted himself, his thumb grazing his slit to gather the fresh pre oozing from the tip as he smeared it down his length.

“Yeah,” You murmured, shifting your hips as you spread your legs wider, the toy nestled perfectly against your g-spot as your walls continued trembling around it in the aftershocks of your climax.

“Want you to touch that pretty clit for me, you can do that for me yeah?” Bakugou grunted at the thought, tightening his grip around his length as he pumped himself harder.

“It’s sore,” You mumbled, touching the sensitive nub to find it dry from the cool air in your bedroom as you ran your fingers towards your tight entrance, gathering some slick on your fingers before moving them back towards the sensitive nub.

“S’okay, baby. Imagine it's my tongue-” You gasped at the words as you clamped your eyes shut. Pressing soft, steady circles around it as you imagined he was here with you now, nestled between your plush thighs.

“Wish you were here right now, Katsuki.”

“Me too,” He groaned, “Wanna stuff you full of my spunk.”

“Oh, shit.” You gasped, the crass word had your cunt throbbing as your pace against your clit became sloppy. Thoughts flying to his fat cock splitting you open as his heavy balls emptied as he pumped you full of his release.

“Yeah? You want me to fill you with my cum, sweetheart?” His tone became more vulgar as his pace hastened on the other side. You could tell from the tone of his voice that he was close, “Want me to fuck it back into that sloppy pussy?”

“I’m gonna- fuck,” You cried out, your overstimulated body already pleading for more, “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

“Shit- That’s it, pretty girl. Cum for me.” Bakugou groaned, “Show me how pretty you sound when you’re cumming for me, yeah?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” A slew of curses left your lips as your toes began to curl in the onset of your climax, your walls clenching frantically around the vibrating toy as Bakugou turned the control up to the max setting. The egg buzzed uncontrollably against your g-spot as you could feel the vibrations coursing through your cunt and against your clit. Your fingers still rubbing the puffy nub messily as you began to fall into your bliss. Your hips thrashed against the bed as a mind-numbing climax surged through you, a jumbled mess of Bakugou’s name spilling from your lips as white spots began to blank your vision.

“Good fuckin’ girl.” He continued, the lewd sound of his wet fist moving frantically against his cock poured through the speakers as he worked himself towards his own release, “God, I’m gonna ruin you when I get home.”

His words had your spent cunt clenching as the toy continued buzzing inside you, almost certain you were reaching another peak as you tried to beg Bakugou to turn it off- everything was too much- too intense as tears began to cling to your thick lashes.

“S’too much, Kats- I can’t- it’s, I’m- shit-” You cried out, gasping as your cunt began to convulse, a clear stream of liquid gushing from between your thighs as you cried out. Your thighs trembled as your hand reached between your legs to pull at the end of the vibrating egg, pulling it out of your spent cunt as another stream of liquid followed. The soaked toy now buzzed in your hand as your chest heaved, trying to regain your breath as you lay spent on top of your drenched sheets.

“Jesus christ,” Bakugou groaned, panting heavily on the other side of the line, “Do you have any idea how hot that was?”

“Katsuki, I fucking squirted.” You gasped, “The sheets are ruined now, I’m gonna have to change them.”

You groaned in irritation as you’d have to eventually get up from your lust-filled haze and change your bed at this ungodly hour, not daring to look at the time illuminated on your phone screen as you continued to pant on top of your mattress.

“You squirted? Fuck, that’s so hot.” He groaned, “Don’t make me hard again, sweetheart. I gotta be up in an hour.”

“It’s your fault,” You pouted, “I made such a mess.”

“Gonna have to try that again when I get back, I wanna see how pretty your face looks when you’re falling apart for me.”

“It’s way too strong, I thought I was gonna die.” Your legs felt like jelly as you tried to move to the side of the bed, the fan on the ceiling was making the sheets below you freezing cold from the dampness as the fabric stuck to your thighs. Your limp body resigned to laying in the mess until you regained the strength to move as you took soft breaths.

“Made you cum, didn’t I?” Bakugou scoffed, “Like my sheets ain’t a mess now too.”

“Didn’t you put a towel down?” You laughed, imagining your boyfriend covered in his release.

“There was no fuckin’ time,” He groaned, “Not when you sounded so desperate.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You rolled your eyes at how cocky he sounded.

“I really have to go,” Bakugou’s voice softened, turning to a gentle whisper on the other side of the line, “But I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

“Yeah,” You hummed, “Night, Katsuki. I love you.”

“Sweet dreams, princess.” He replied, “Love you too.”

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kasagia · 1 year

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you can make a one-shot for klaus mikaelson very much in love with y/n based on the song i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys (you can do it from klaus's point of view)

I wanna be yours

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Katherine's sister! reader Summary: Over the ages, Klaus finally matures to admit that he has fallen in love with you, Katherine Pierce's sister. However, can you two be more than occasional "once in a century" one-night stands? Can he be yours, and you only his? Nonsense from me: So sorry it took me so long. I hope You like it. <;3 Warning(s): the reader is afraid of relationships and commitments; Klaus loves the reader, but it takes 400 years for him to realize it; violence; blood; curses; and so on Word count: ???(9k)???(I don't know why and when it became so long, and I'm a little nervous that it's such a long tapeworm)

I wanna be your vacuum cleaner Breathing in your dust

It started very innocently, like any real apocalypse or nightmare. Klaus didn't even realize when Y/N Petrova—the sister of the cold bitch, pain in the ass, and one and only Katherine Pierce—stole his heart.

Yes. She stole it. Klaus did not believe that he would willingly give her the meager remnants of his humanity (even if he hated them).

He could easily have been hiding his unwanted desire for centuries. Occasional encounters with the younger Petrova, their accidental, intense trysts, and once-in-a-century one-night stands, were completely enough to quench his thirst for this diabolical, dangerous woman.

But since their paths met again in Mystic Falls (while searching for a cure for vampirism), Klaus wanted more.

He desperately sought her slightest attention. He followed her around the city like a shadow. He stayed with her as much as he could, even giving her access to his cure research and telling her what he did know about it… well, part of it - Mikaelson can't trust the devil's sister. But everything he was doing since she arrived was just for Y/N to find her way back to his bed again.

He needed to vent his lust to Y/N. He was sure that after one night together he would revert to his murderous habits and continue his ruthless fight for the cure without the (delightfully tempting and beautiful) distractions around him. He was wrong. Terrible wrong.

Her warmth, touch, scent, the softness of her skin, the wonderful moans that lingered in his mind, the delighted look on her blissful post-orgasmic face, and the soothing weight of her body on his as she fell peacefully asleep were like a nercotic to Klaus.

He needed more.

He needed more of her. He would take from her everything she could give him. Even if it was her hate, anger, frustration, or just pure physical desire. Even if being with her was leading to his downfall. She was a siren, and he willingly fell for her alluring song like a foolish pirate.

And now, lying with Y/N in his arms, as he tenderly combed her hair after a passionate night they spent together, he couldn't get the one stupid, irritatingly frequent thought out of his mind.

He wanted to be hers.

I wanna be your Ford Cortina I will never rust

He remembered the day when their mutual interest in each other turned into something more. (At least on his side.)

Y/N and Katerina were hiding from the originals in Venice. Klaus and his brother, thanks to their vampires, found the sisters there. So under the cover of night, masks on their faces, they mingled with the celebrating crowd.

Klaus sensed her before he saw her.

The scent of her sweet perfume hit his nostrils, enforcing his determination to find the fleeing vampire. He had to find her. Now.

He made his way through the crowd of people, searching among the masks and bodies for the one person who, despite such blatant betrayal, could easily soothe his anger with one banal kiss.

He remembered clearly one day teasing Elijah that he was starting to care about Katerina. He had no idea then that the younger Petrova was already paving the way to his cold, dead heart. Or that Y/N had him wrapped around her little finger. Klaus laughed bitterly, remembering his old words. "We do not feel and we do not care, Elijah." What would his former self think of him if it saw him chasing the slightest trace of the woman who had thwarted his plans to become a hybrid? What would he say if it came out that all Klaus wants to do now with the youngest Petrova is kiss the living hell out of her and lock her in his arms forever?

And when he saw her. On a gondola in the middle of one of the rivers, when her night-black mask concealed her beautiful face and eyes, which sparkled in the light of torches and lanterns floating above the water, he felt something he hadn't felt for a very long time and was very frightened to admit to himself...

For these eyes, many men have completely lost their minds. Suddeny, she looked in his direction, subconsciously sensing that she was being watched. And in this moment, when their eyes met, Klaus knew that, like those unfortunate fools before him, he too was lost forever. It takes her one look to make him forget his main goal.

In a second, he was on the other side of the river. He was standing on the pier, waiting for her gondola to reach the shore.

"Hello, love." he said, extending his hand to help her out. With incredible grace, she stood next to him, completely ignoring his gesture. He smiled. That's what he loved about her. Stubborn, steadfast independence.

"Klaus. I guess you're not here for food and music?" he smiled involuntarily, ignoring her feigned hostile tone as her irises met his again.

"I much prefer beautiful views. But you're right, my main goal was not to enjoy the festival. I had… completely different plans."

"With my sister? I can assure you that I'm much better company than Katerina. We may have… a different kind of play together. Much more pleasurable." she said with a seductive smile, blinking her eyelashes innocently as her hand played with the sleeve of his coat, occasionally touching the skin of his rough palm with her soft fingertips.

Another reminder of how different they were from each other.

"Are you trying to distract me so your lovely sister can run away again?"

"You tell me…" Y/N took a step towards him, pressing her chest against his. She licked her lips, drawing his heavy, watchful gaze. "Am I a good distraction, my lord?" she whispered, leaning closer to him so that their noses were touching.

Klaus had never been this close to her lips... but he couldn't afford to indulge in his darkest desires. Not like this - thanks to a cunning plan hatched by the Petrova siblings.

"You're playing a very dangerous game, love…" he responded quietly, slipping his hands into her hair. And when their lips would finally meet after century of chasing, he pushed her a decent distance away from him. Y/N gasped in outrage as she nearly bumped into the crates with fruits behind her. "You should be careful, or you'll get burned because of it someday. And know when and on whom to use those sweet eyes of yours, which can work, but only on lesser men. Now get away with Katerina before I change my mind."

Without waiting for her response, he headed in the opposite direction, leaving the young vampire behind. But Y/N wouldn't let him go that easily.

"You won't fool me! Not about that!" He turned to her, raising an eyebrow questioningly. Klaus was doing his best to hide from the woman in front of him his stupid fondness for her. He was the original vampire, a hybrid, and the most powerful and fearsome being on this earth. He couldn't have a weakness, much less a simple woman who had tricked him, escaped, and ruined his plans. But all he could do was stand there and watch her in fascination as she got angrier with every step closer to him. "I see desire in your eyes every time you look at me. You want me, and that's why you're playing cat and mouse with us, but you know what? I'm tired of taking orders. From Katerina, you, and others who best know what I should do."

"So? What are you going to do, love?" he asked, smiling maliciously in challenge. He was genuinely curious to see where the young vampire's frustration and fury might lead him today. She must have had a good argument with her sister before he got here. Otherwise, she would never touch him.

Y/N used her vampire-speed and pinned him to the wall of one of the buildings.

They stared into each other's eyes, building tension with anticipation of what both of them had wanted since they met. Y/N's running away and him killing her family didn't seem to be conducive to building a romance. But now, when so much time has passed and the youngest Petrova is still struggling with the vampire's heightened emotions? They succumbed to the pleasures of a forbidden affair, finally connecting their lips in their first lustful, passionate kiss.

"What time is it?" Y/N's soft, surly mumbling against his neck snapped Klaus out of his memories. He glanced at the alarm clock.

9 a.m.

"6 a.m." he lied to her, tightening his grip around her half-asleep body. He wasn't ready to let her go yet.

"So stop staring at me and go back to sleep, half-wolfie." she mumbled, squirming in his arms until she found a comfortable position with her head right over his heart and her legs between his.

"Half-wolfie?" he asked amusedly, laughing softly, which made the vampire's head bob slightly. She rose for a moment, opening one eye and shooting him a angry glare.

"Would you rather be an crossbreed? Sleep or I will take another bedroom in this ridiculously large house." she groaned, laying her head on his chest again.

"As you wish, love." he murmured, kissing the top of her head and letting himself go back to sleep, hugging the one woman he could never truly have.

Because no matter how many nights they spend together or how much time they devote to each other during the day, all they will be are midnight lovers, hiding their relationship.

They stood on opposite sides of the barricade.

Y/N would never leave Katerina, and Klaus wouldn't abandon his siblings for the younger Petrova.

The world and fate were against them.

And Klaus was the only one who was ready to fight with them, only to gain the feeling of a sleeping beauty in his arms.

If you like your coffee hot Let me be your coffee pot You call the shots babe I just wanna be yours

The problem that has plagued Klaus for ages is that he and Y/N could never truly belong together.

He couldn't make any claims to her, and every time he tried to transfer their friend/enemy relationship with benefits to something more, younger Petrova brought him down to earth. He never cared much about it. He believed that Y/N needed time to understand her feelings for him. However, one conversation he overheard put his hopes of being hers in great doubt.

"What's going on with you and Klaus?" Katerina laughed out loud, obviously genuinely amused by something. "Don't make that face. I was talking to Kol about how often you show up at their mansion at night and you don't really go to gossip with Rebekah or Elijah. Are you two together?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." she brushed it off, trying to get off topic.

"Oh come on, spill the beans! Do you love him?" Klaus unconsciously held his breath. His heart was beating wildly, waiting for her answer that could change everything between them, made his deepest dreams come true.

"If you must know, I don't love him. It is just sex. Very good and pleasant sex. No feelings except pure, animal desire and passion." Klaus felt as if he had been punched in the stomach. Yeah. What was he counting on? After all, no one could love a monster like him. Unconditional, sincere love was not meant for him… even if he wanted it so much.

"Ugh, okay! Spare me the details, I don't want to vomit. But I thought you…"

"Love is a vampire's greatest weakness, Katerina. And we are not weak." his breathing quickened as he realized the true meaning of her words.

She heard them. Somehow, 1,000 years ago, she'd heard him talking to Elijah about love in a vampire's life... Back when he didn't believe in the true power of such a thing as love.

"And what about me, then?"

"You're my sister. That's something different. Now, I have to go. See you tomorrow." he hid in the shadows, waiting for the two women to pass him, and stayed there for a while.

Even though Klaus' heart was broken into a thousand little pieces, he knew he couldn't resist Y/N. He would take anything she could give him. Even that delusion of romance and a loving relationship that he both dreamed of and hated at the same time.

He couldn't believe he could just fall for her when he knew full well that things between them could only be physical. However, he soon found out that love really doesn't choose.

Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought Maybe I just wanna be yours I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours

Klaus wasn't about to show it to her. It was supposed to be a secret he would take with him to the grave (if someone managed to kill him). However, Y/N's curiosity, coupled with his lack of focus on finding the cure, made a very bad, devastating combination. He finally managed to focus on something other than the vampire who had been distracting him for centuries, and for a moment of inattention everything went haywire again. Ages of slowly and uncertainly, but still, winning Y/N's heart have gone to hell.

Only because he didn't lock up his damn art studio.

Kol is going to laugh so fucking hard when he finds out. His younger brother will never let him forget that he lost the love of his life because she was scared by a million paintings of her in his house. She probably thought he was a goddamn stalker.

Klaus stood in the doorway, watching Y/N's expressionless face. He admired and hated her ability to hide her emotions. He had the impression that she always read him like an open book. He couldn't hide anything from her. But she could easily hide from anyone behind her mask. It was both terrifying and fascinating at the same time.

"Are you going to say something?" he finally asked after waiting a long time for any reaction from her.

She shifted her gaze from the paintings to him. Klaus felt shivers run through his body. He couldn't remember the last time he felt such intense fear.

"Well, it's... it's nice. But you painted my nose wrong."

"What?! I didn't! I..." he stopped when he heard her burst out laughing after valiant attempts to hold back. A smile involuntarily formed on his face upon hearing this beautiful and rare sound. "You're not mad… or scared?"

"Of what? You weren't able to paint my nose properly? Or putting on me a yellow dress when you know that I hate that color?"

"It's not yellow, it's orange mixed with… Do you really have to tease me like that? Stop laughing, bloody woman."

"I'm sorry, you just make a funny face when you're protecting your art. To be honest, it's so sweet." she laughed so loudly that she had to lean in half.

"You should know better than to mock a very powerful and angry hybrid, love." he grunted in anger. Y/N, seeing how grumpy he had become, walked over to him with a cute smile. Klaus groaned internally. He didn't know which was worse. She running away from him or teasing him about it for the foreseeable future.

"Do you really think that after I saw all those paintings you can threaten me? I know you're obsessed with me, so I'm the most fucking safest person on earth." she bragged, throwing her arms around his shoulders.

"Don't be complacent, your pretty features are not unusual. I have seen many of them in my long life." he grunted, slapping her hands off of him.

"And yet I'm the only one who has a private collection of portraits made by the mighty hybrid."

"You won't let it go, would you?" he sighed, looking at the very amused woman as he tried to ignore the growing, warm feeling in his chest. God. How come that just hearing her laugh made him feel calm and happy?

"Nope." she said, putting her hands again on his shoulders and pulling him closer to her as she was playing with his hair. "But it's quite a nice feeling... you know, being your one and only beloved muse."

"Someone here is terribly pleased with themselves. I think I have to remind you of your place." he grunted feistily, grabbing her waist.

"I'd like to see you try."

Suddenly, Klaus swung her over his shoulder and slapped her bottom as he carried the laughing woman to his bedroom. Yeah... he was definitely in love with her.

Wanna be yours Wanna be yours Wanna be yours

Klaus began to squirm in the bed, trying to pull Y/N's warm body to him, which he had somehow lost in his sleep. He froze in place, feeling the emptiness on the other side of the bed. A familiar bitterness and disappointment took over his body. He could have guessed that she would leave him as usual. However, as he became more aware of his surroundings, he heard her muffled voice coming from the bathroom. She was talking to someone. This time she didn't leave him, she even stayed with him all night! Excitement and hope rose involuntarily in him. Maybe this time it will be different?

"Yes, Katherine, I know. I don't know how I overslept either. I know I'm irresponsible, and I'm ruining our plans. No. I'm not enjoying this situation, you're just acting like you got your period magically. It's not my fault I missed the plane, believe me, and don't you dare take your anger out on me just because you had a fight with Elijah. Talk to me when you've calmed down. I'm not going to be your punching bag. Bye." The bathroom door handle began to move, and Klaus quickly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

Y/N walked into the room and sighed as she dropped the phone into her purse. She ran a hand through her hair in nervousness and turned to the hybrid.

"I know you're awake. You stopped snoring." the man snorted indignantly, opening his eyes and appreciating her underwear-clad body. He could wake up to this view every day. "I'll castrate your brother as soon as I see him. You're lucky you're useful, or you'd have suffered the same fate for tricking me this morning."

"Very brave for an ordinary vampire to plan an attack on the original as the first thing to do in the morning. Apart from that, I don't snore."

"My nights experience with you says otherwise. And please, we both know I'm not just an ordinary vampire. You'd better make up for your deception toward me today before I get offended and seek someone else's company. Maybe Damon will be perfect? I've heard that for Katherine, he is very good in..."

Klaus cut her off by pinning her against the wall. Their chests rubbed against each other, her lacy bra teasing his bare, exposed skin. She raised an eyebrow, completely unimpressed. Klaus growled, baring her neck and extending his fangs to teasingly run them over her most sensitive spots.

"You will not talk about another man in my bedroom. These lips..." he said, resting his thumb against her soft pink lip, forcing Y/N to part her mouth. "Can only whisper, scream and moan my name. I must have been too gentle with you yesterday if you had the audacity to tease me like that. Maybe I should make sure you know who you belong to?"

"I don't belong to anyone."

"Wrong answer, love." he growled throatily, pulling her against him and pushing her against the bed as he climbed over her until their faces floated at the same height.

"What are you going to do? Fuck me to death? You should know better than to scare me with a good time, Niklaus."

"I'm going to do something completely different, love." Y/N raised an eyebrow questioningly, challenging him. Suddenly, fear flickered in her eyes as she realized his true intentions.

"No, Nik. We agreed never to…"

"That was ages ago, love." he murmured with a smirk as he began tickling her over the bare skin of her sensitive belly that was exposed to him.

"NO! HAHAH-NIK, STOP! I-HAHAHA!" she screamed, throwing herself into his arms, trying to avoid his fingers.

"I'm sorry. There is no mercy for you, love. At least you apologize."

"I"M-HAHAHA SORRY! PLEASE-HAHAHA SSSTOP IT!"

"You know what I meant, Y/N." he replied unfazed, only strengthening his attack against her sensitive skin.

"I CAN'T WITH-HAHAHAHAH YOUR FINGERS-HAHAHAH ON ME-AHAHAHA!" Klaus took pity on her, stopping to tickle her as he studied her red-laughing face intently as she took in quick, short breaths. "I hate you." she panted, breathing heavily. Klaus took a breath to answer her, but his sister's scream stopped him.

"Nik! Kol is in danger! He went to the Gilbert house to kill Jeremy, and they still have an white oak stake left! What the bloody hell?! Y/N?!" she screamed, turning her back to them two as soon as she entered the room and saw... THIS.

The two vampires looked at each other in shock.

"Hi, Rebekah. That's not what it looks like."

"So you don't fuck my brother?"

"Well, I did it earlier, but… Klaus, could you please get off me? This is awkward enough already."

"And put some clothes on you for the love of God!" Rebekah added, still with her back to them. Once they were both decent, Rebekah looked at them in disbelief.

"You two... How? When?!"

"Some 400 years ago. So, Kol…"

"WHAT?! But you hate each other! Well, maybe he's staring at you with puppy dog eyes in love, but you loathe him!" she shouted, pointing at her grumpy brother with her finger.

Klaus rolled his eyes. He didn't care at all about what situation Rebekah found them in. His siblings had an extraordinary tendency to come into his bedroom at more... steamy moments. To be honest, he was more surprised that Rebekah had only discovered their little secret now. Talking about her.

The original turned his curious gaze to Y/N. Again, their future was in her hands. But the vampire didn't seem eager to change their relationship in any way. Certainly not in the way Klaus had dreamed of for so long...

"Am I the only one in this room who actually cares about your brother's life? What did Kol do this time?" her attention turned away from her the penetrating gaze of the man sitting next to her.

Y/N breathed a sigh of relief as the siblings plunged into conversation. However, from the look Klaus gave her, she knew things would change drastically between them in the next few days. She could no longer avoid his longing glances and dismiss his attempts to establish a friendly, partner relationship instead of stopping at their one-night stands. But did she want to change anything?

Let me be your leccy meter And I'll never run out And let me be the portable heater That you'll get cold without

"It's a cold night." he said, sneaking up behind her and throwing his cloak over her shoulders. "I dare say that a short dress doesn't help keep you warm."

"Don't even start. I'm just waiting for the moment when I can wear pants without getting those judging, murderous looks from other women and lecherous expressions on the faces of these perverts."

"Rebekah says the same thing…" he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and fastened the buttons on his coat. Y/N giggled, returning Klaus' blue eyes to her face again. Only then did the man realize what he was doing, and he let go of the buttons, leaving her half-buttoned with a mischievous smirk on her lips. He felt his cheeks heat up slightly. "What are you doing here?"

"Katherine is playing with humans nearby. I thought I'd drop by for a visit and see for myself this great kingdom you've built, Klaus the Madness." she replied, leaning again against the railing of his balcony and staring out at the lively, dancing streets of New Orleans.

The light from the street lamp illuminated her face. Klaus absorbed all the changes that had taken place in her appearance, stating only that she was even more beautiful than when they last met. He didn't know how she did it.

"Is my fame starting to finally overtake me?" he asked, joining her side quickly. Y/N looked at him with a teasing smile, playing with the bracelet on his wrist. The same she gave him an century ago. She didn't think Klaus was sentimental enough to keep it.

"You are on the lips of all supernaturals in the world." she finally replied, shifting her gaze to his eyes, which shone in the light of the street lamp.

"Well, I would rather be on the tempting lips of only one, beautiful supernatural."

"And who could it be, my lord?" she replied in an equally flirtatious tone as her hand began to travel along his arm and muscles.

"Those mesmerizing eyes and cheeky lips will put you someday in a big trouble, love."

"Please, I'm Y/N Petrova. I'm always in danger, but I can get myself out. And also…" she kissed him, slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt. Klaus groaned, drawing her closer with one arm and cupping her warm cheek with the other hand. God, he missed the feeling of her in his arms. She pulled away from him, placing one finger over his lips, and staring at his eyes dilated with lust as they both breathed heavily. She ran one hand over the exposed skin of his chest, suddenly grabbing his necklace and pulling him to her with all her strength so that their noses rubbed against each other. "I'm not afraid of you."

"And that is your great mistake, love."

"Probably." she whispered, licking her lips in anticipation. She smiled as soon as she saw his gaze follow the movement of her tongue.

"Definitely." he replied, grabbing her waist, lifting her, and vampire-speeding her to his bedroom, where they could be as loud and as naked as they wanted.

That night was amazing. One of the best they had: she visited him for the first time in his beloved city, the home he built and hoped it would be theirs in the future, where he is for Y/N something more than a nightly forbidden pleasure. However, the pain of rejection when Klaus woke up in the morning among cold sheets with no goodbye note effectively pulled him out of this childish fantasy of belonging to her. He could never really have her. And Y/N reminded him about it every time.

I wanna be your setting lotion (Wanna be) Hold your hair in deep devotion (How deep?) At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean I wanna be yours

"What you were thinking about?! YOU COULD DIE THERE!" Klaus yelled at the woman as Rebekah took the last bits of wood out of the vampire's wound. She was only allowed into Y/N because Klaus' hands were too trembling for him to remove the white oak from his vampire's body by himself. Kol watched with great guilt as Petrova winced in pain.

"If that kid hit Kol, Rebekah wouldn't have much to fix, Klaus. I would be nothing but ashes, and you know that. Besides, I can say the same about you. You ran in there uninvited and ran out with me in your arms when you almost passed out from the pain yourself. What if they had more stakes? You could have died too." he ignored her, thrashing about the room in anger. Y/N snorted, falling onto the couch, so she got more comfortable while Rebekah was searching for the last splinter.

"I'm going to burn down their hellhouse as soon as I put my dear little brother back in the coffin." Kol jumped up from the couch with a horrified look.

"What?! But Nik, I..." the original tried to explain himself but stopped when Klaus threw a bottle at him.

"You went there even though you knew full well that they could kill us! You are a danger not only to yourself and Y/N but also to us, showing them how weak and easy to kill we are. You don't remember what the hell happened to Finn?! You want to share his bloody fate!" he shouted, walking towards his brother. Y/N jumped up from her seat and stood between the brothers, placing her hand on the hybrid's furiously beating heart.

"Klaus. You need to calm down."

"Go away, Y/N. This is between me and Kol. Rebekah, take her somewhere safe until I can deal with this mess our brother created." he growled at his sister, not giving the woman in front of him a single glance.

"No."

"What did you say?" he growled, finally looking at her for the first time since he saw little Gilbert stake her (luckily for the young hunter, he missed).

"I said no, Niklaus. You won't tell me what to do. If I want to, I'll take a stake for him again and again. I'll even protect him from your stupid daggers, and you can't change that." Rebekah and Kol nodded, both agreeing to leave the room as soon as "mom and dad" began to fight. They left unnoticed as the two stared at each other. Y/N with incredible calm; Klaus with incredible fury.

Why is she so devoted to Kol? What did he do that Y/N, without a moment's hesitation, threw herself in front of him to protect him from the white oak? What did he say to her to elicit such feelings from her?

"Why? What happened that you suddenly started feeling so strongly attached? I thought you were afraid of commitment, love." he asked bitterly, with clear resentment in his voice.

"Don't you dare to do this about us."

"YOU ALWAYS DOING IT ABOUT EVERYTHING BUT NOT US!" he shouted, tired of hiding his emotions. Especially after less than 15 minutes ago, she was in danger of dying in his arms. He had had enough. He was tired. And the object of his only desire did everything in her power to make things difficult for him. Yet he still couldn't be mad at her.

Good thing Kol got the hell out of there. Otherwise, his brother would have ripped off his head with my bare hands.

"Klaus, there is no time for..."

"Do you love him?" he asked, interrupting her. Panic rose in his chest, waiting for her answer—for Y/N to plunge the dagger into his barely beating heart and destroy whatever hope was left in him.

"What?!"

"You've heard me. Do you love my brother?"

"Yes. And this is exactly why I was fucking with you for the last 400 bloody years! My god, are you so blinded by your rage at Kol that it attacks your last brain cells?! That you insinuate some made-up, idiotic stuff and pounce on everyone like a rabid dog?!" she screamed, walking up to him unconsciously so that she was shouting it straight in his face.

"It's not anger that controls me." he growled through his teeth, clenching his fists in anger.

"Then what is it?!"

"Do you really want me to say it out loud, Y/N?" he whispered, staring at her softly. Y/N immediately calmed down. The atmosphere in the room changed from agitated to terrifyingly calm. They could both hear their frantically beating hearts in the oppressive silence between them.

"I..."

"NIKLAUS!" Elijah's scream and his quick footsteps interrupted their conversation. The woman thanked all the gods above who had sent the original at that moment.

"The worst bloody moment." Klaus whispered under his breath, thinking she wouldn't hear him, and brushed past her, leaving her alone in the room.

And Y/N wondered, breathing heavily after their argument… did she really want to hear THAT from Klaus? Was she ready for such a big change in their lives?

Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought Maybe I just wanna be yours I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours

"Miss Mystic Falls? Are you kidding me? You know, if you're sending me a dress with a place to visit, I'm expecting more than some stupid, stiff party for teenage girls and their rich parents." she whined, walking around the pond with the laughing hybrid.

"Be quieter, love. These girls have pretty sharp nails."

"And I've got fangs, claws, and you. I'm damn better armed." she said, counting on her fingers, smirking mischievously.

"Should I take that as a compliment or an insult?"

"As if you cared if I offended you."

"Well since we're on our date..."

"Date?! First of all, since when do you even date? Secondly, we're not on one. And third: a beautiful dress will not suddenly win you my favor. Aside from the fact that neither of us is suited to any kind of relationship, I have to ask you. Who are you and what have you done with Klaus Mikaelson?!" Klaus started laughing out loud, unknowingly attracting the attention of the Mystic Falls gang. They did not think either of them had ever seen the original in such a good mood without committing any murder first. "Seriously, what happened to you? You're nice, you're flirty, and you haven't threatened to kill my sister once. I almost didn't recognize you in that suit. Are you trying to be Elijah?"

"Maybe Klaus is on vacation." they walked all the way around the pond and went back to the party. A slow tune started to play. "Will you please me, love?"

Y/N blushed slightly, accepting his outstretched hand. Klaus led them to the dance floor, keeping his distance from her, which made Y/N curse him internally. After being apart for so long, all she wanted was to feel his skin against hers. Nik didn't need to make this romance feel, prolonging everything... But her stupid, treacherous heart was beating madly with every minute she spent close to the original shamelessly flirting with her. And she didn't know how much more she would be able to push him away.

"On vacation? Do you have a split personality, or are you just not in this cure fight? I thought you would like to turn your doppelgänger into a human." she finally broke the silence, returning to their earlier conversation.

"I don't need hybrids that much. It turned out to be… not exactly a good idea."

"Let me guess. They inherit your character, and now you can't take these anymore? Welcome into my world! I have to deal with your grumpy attitude at any time we meet."

"Ouch. That really hurt." he leaned closer, waiting to see if she was going to push him off. She leaned closer still, trying to concentrate on anything but how his hands were on her waist. Y/N missed him in this big break they had. But she wouldn't be the one to admit it first.

"And yet you still come back to me like a lost puppy. Am I such an astonishing person that the mighty hybrid just can't imagine his life without me?" Klaus smiled and dipped her, holding her tight in his arms like she was about to disappear in any second. They looked deeply into each other's eyes, enchanted by the moment and totally forgetting about the world around them. Their lips were so close…

"Maybe." he whispered, gently nudging her nose with his. Y/N held her breath unconsciously, waiting for his next move as they still couldn't tear their eyes away from each other. "Maybe I just wanna be yours." Klaus leaned closer to her, willing to cross the last millimeter between them, but someone's loud grunt effectively killed the mood. If looks could kill, Damon Salvatore would be dead by now. Probably long before meeting any originals.

"I'm not sorry for interrupting you while you were trying to get a bite into your snack, but we kind of need your help… Y/N? What the hell are you doing here?!"

"Long time, no see, Damon. Did you miss me? Or maybe you spent a hundred years trying to find and rescue my sister. Oh, wait... you did. Such a poor thing."

Damon took a step toward her, growling, but Klaus stood in front of Y/N, staring warningly at the young vampire. Y/N was smiling ominously, pleased with the black-haired vampire's surprised expression. She might as well play with him just a little bit after she returns to Katherine.

"I didn't think you'd be close to the originals. Especially, after what he had done to your family."

"And I didn't think that after what Katherine did to you and sweet Stefan, you'd fight for the love of her doppelgänger. See how ridiculous the world is, Dame?"

"You don't know what you're getting yourself into, Klaus. To be honest, I thought you were a little smarter than to fall for her, but I guess I was wrong."

"Watch your mouth, Salvatore! He is an original, a hybrid. You don't want to know what he is capable of." Y/N growled, stepping out from behind Klaus and facing the younger vampire herself.

"You're really worth each other." he spat and started walking away from them.

"And since you started talking about honesty, we're both on team Stelena!" she shouted after the man, smiling as she saw him tense with anger. She turned to the original, frowning as Klaus looked at her with a raised eyebrow and his own smug grin. "What?"

"Nothing. You saved me a few hours of dealing with this bunch of young vampires by scaring Damon off. Name your prize, love."

"I'll pretend you didn't just call me a bogeyman, and I'll say I want one thing from your great collection of antique jewelry."

"Just this?"

"Well, if you find me something really beautiful and shiny, I can call Katherine and tell her I'm not coming home tonight."

"Just tonight?" he teased with a smirk.

"We can negotiate it later."

"Good." he took her hand and kissed her forehead. "Let's get out of here. This party is dead anyway."

Wanna be yours Wanna be yours Wanna be yours Wanna be yours Wanna be yours Wanna be yours Wanna be yours

Klaus played with the ends of Y/N's hair as they lay in bed together. After a stressful week in which he and his siblings managed to escape Mikael's clutches, Petrova's unannounced visit was a pleasant surprise for him. But now that they both lay exhausted after... very satisfying activities, came the moment that Klaus hated the most.

Y/N was probably about to leave.

He hoped she would fall asleep in his arms, so he could steal a few more hours in her presence, but that didn't happen. She was lying partly on top of him, drawing patterns across his chest. Klaus buried his nose in her hair, enjoying her closeness while he still could.

"You're nothing like Mikael." she whispered, stopping the movements of the man who was now staring at her in shock.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I heard you arguing with Kol about it before… you know, you dagger him and put him in a coffin. I just want to make sure you know about it. You seemed so… pensive at first and a little bit sad. I thought it was because of this nonsense he said."

"What if it's true? If I'm really turning into him?" Y/N frowned, turning in his arms so that she was on her stomach and could look into his eyes as he continued to hold her.

"Well, he is not your real father, so I don't think you could inherit his psycho genes. Besides, if that were true, you'd kill me instead of fucking me so I could see the stars, so..." he chuckled, pulling her closer to him.

"You see the stars, huh?" he asked maliciously, with a smug smirk.

"Shut up. You know very well that you are extraordinary. I wouldn't come back to you if you weren't."

"And I wouldn't let you into that bed if you weren't just as tempting."

"I see what you're trying to do, but you really need to hear it, Nik. You're not a monster. You're just trying to keep your siblings safe. Maybe not in the best way, but you have good motives."

"You from all of the people should know that I'm not good. I'm pure evil, love. The monster parents tell their children about at night. I killed your family, Y/N... you shouldn't even be here."

"But I am. And I think we already talked about giving me orders or advice. I know what I am doing, Klaus. If I decide that you're worth my time, then you are. So shut up and let me finish." she kissed him, preventing him from trying to respond. Before Klaus demanded more of her, she pulled away from him, placing her index finger on his lips as he watched her in complete silence. "My parents were horrible, heartless people. And honestly? I'm glad they're dead. You are not a monster. You are Niklaus Mikaelson, a hybrid, loving brother who will do anything to protect your family from a father who abused you physically and mentally your whole childhood. You may not always make the right decisions, but none of us is perfect. And I regret some things in my life, but I will never regret meeting you. Not a single second have we spent together. Because I think you're someone worth knowing. Even if you don't agree with me."

Klaus stared blankly at her. It was the first time someone ever saw him for more than his murderous, dangerous side. His heart started to beat faster, and he prayed for all the gods that exist to prevent her from hearing it. Instead of letting himself take off his mask for the first time since he had become a vampire, he decided to cover up his real feelings, so that Y/N wouldn't know that his soft side for her wasn't only out of desire... but also something he couldn't admit to himself right then.

"Don't pity me." he growled, throwing her off him and walking over to the window.

"That's not a pity. You know I wouldn't tell it to you if I didn't think so." Klaus spun around furiously, trying his best to camouflage his fear with anger.

"And what else did you read from my personality? You're doing pretty well so far, considering we're just fucking in corners under the cover of night." Y/N stood up too, not hesitating to face the hybrid for a moment.

"This attempt to make me angry will do nothing. You try to push me away before I go too far, but it's too late. I know you, Klaus, and I know what you're most afraid of."

"And what is it?"

"Loneliness." Klaus froze in place, watching her with not even the slightest emotion on his face. "You don't want to be alone, which is why you gather so many people around you. Though you never let anyone get close enough to know your real self. But you know, you'll never get over that feeling if you don't let anyone in. Or if you keep locking your siblings in boxes or coercing others into obedience. It's... a beautiful, wonderful city, but how many people are really willing to follow you of their own free will? You may be king, but ruling vampires, werewolves, and witches with fear will accomplish nothing."

Klaus stood silently, watching her intently. Y/N shook her head in disappointment as she turned away from him and began to gather her belongings scattered around the room.

As she was about to put on her dress, Klaus ran over to her and gently grabbed her arm, turning her to face him. She raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Stay." she snorted, shaking her head with a bitter laugh as she brushed his hand off her. But Klaus didn't give up. He cupped both of her cheeks, forcing her to look into his eyes. It was the first time he had looked at someone with such pure desperation. "Please."

Her defensive posture dropped. The dress fell from her hands as she grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the bed. Without a word, she clung to him again as they tried to fall asleep.

They both took a risk today by showing each other their other faces, which they had never shown to anyone else except their families. They saw the lost, struggling in their darkness, people who needed the closeness of each other.

They both let themselves sink into their own dreams, where they loved each other unconditionally. But then both of them were too scared, distrustful, and hurt by fate to fully trust the other one.

But this time, Y/N stayed with him until he woke up. And Klaus, for the first time in his 1000 years of life, felt hope.

I wanna be your vacuum cleaner Breathing in your dust I wanna be your Ford Cortina I will never rust

Y/N has never been more scared in her entire life. She ran as fast as she could to Mystic Falls High School, hoping Katherine had either won the duel with Elena or had come to her senses and fled as soon as she realized the younger vampire had the cure.

She had no plan, no emergency escape, and no secret weapon. She had nothing. But she knew she had to help Katherine, even if she had to turn human herself in the process of rescuing her sister. She was all Y/N had left in this world. And she knew well that Katerina would do the same for her. Even if people didn't believe in her.

She ran into one of the corridors, following the sounds of the fight.

Her heart was beating wildly as she pushed Elena against the far wall, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the unconscious brunette on the floor. She breathed a momentary sigh of relief when she saw that Elena was still holding a cure in her hand.

"It ends here. Katherine will recover soon. You can't beat us both."

"I got along quite well with Katherine. I doubt you'd be a stronger opponent."

"Then you're dumber than I thought."

Elena lunged at her, trying to break her neck, but Y/N dodged, scanning her surroundings for any weapons. But Gilbert didn't give her enough time to think. She kept attacking the older vampire, inflicting small, meaningless injuries on each other. Y/N had to think of something, and fast, before Elena somehow got the upper hand on her.

The younger Petrova stumbled as Elena pushed her against the opposite wall. She groaned as blood began to run down her hair and down her spine. As soon as Gilbert got closer to her, she swung, causing the brunette to fall next to her on the floor.

They struggled for a while until the younger vampire bit into her neck, startling her. Both immediately plunged their free hands into the other's chest, holding each other's hearts tightly.

From Elena's determined look, Y/N knew she wouldn't be happy with a tie. One or both of them will end up with their hearts ripped out. There was no other way.

"Let her go! Or your dear Damon will die with her!" Klaus' voice coming from behind her made her heart beat even faster in Elena's strong grip.

How the hell did he get here?! After that fight at his house and their goodbyes, he was supposed to be in New Orleans rebuilding his relationship with siblings and his kingdom, not in Mystic Falls saving my ass as usual.

"How do I know he'll survive if I let her go?"

"You have my word, Elena." Elijah came out from the other end of the corridor.

Seeing my sister's ex made me both happy and murderous at the same time. Although... maybe he still cared about her, since he'd come to his noble ass here to save her.

"Be careful, doppelgänger; I'm holding your heart too. Don't forget that." she reminded her, clutching Elena's heart tighter, and she moaned in pain.

"Y/N." Klaus' warning snarl got no reaction from her. She stared defiantly at the doppelgänger.

"I told you. It ends here, Elena. Nobody has to die. Just let it go." her gentle tone of voice weakened the vigilance of the brunette kneeling in front of her. Y/N took advantage of this and, at the speed of light, loosened the doppelgänger's grip on her heart and ripped her hand from her chest with a scream. She also let go of her heart and shoved the medicine down her throat, pushing her to the floor.

Klaus was at her side immediately, taking her into his arms and watching the doppelgänger unconscious from the fall. He breathed a sigh of relief as he felt his vampire heart beating. A second too late, and it could have ended very differently. He pulled the living vampire closer to him, trying to chase away the dark thoughts.

"Niklaus!" her raised voice brought him back to the world. His brother stood beside them, holding the unconscious Katherine in his hands, watching him closely. He turned his gaze to the tired woman in his own arms. "Please get us out of here."

Klaus nodded, getting up with her and holding Y/N in a bridal style, close to his chest, so she could rest her head on him. Both originals left the school and went to their cars. Each of them finally took his girl home.

I just wanna be yours (Wanna be yours) I just wanna be yours (Wanna be yours) I just wanna be yours (Wanna be yours)

"Penny for your toughts." Klaus crept up behind her as she stared blankly at the streets of New Orleans. Involuntarily, he remembered how they had met here 100 years ago... and the night that made him realize how he really felt about her—the night she had stayed with him for the whole night and day for the first time.

She looked much better after resting in their mansion. Klaus could get used to having her so close to him, along with his entire family.

"I'm offended that you value them at a penny. But if you must know, I was thinking about you."

"Me? What a pleasure. And what you had in your smart brain, love?" he asked, glad he wasn't the only one of the two who thought of the other when they were apart.

"I've lost count of the amount of times you've been there for me and everyone you care about. But today you save someone who doesn't mean a thing to you. You could just take me out of there and let Elena shove the cure down my sister's throat without telling Elijah that she is in danger. But you didn't. You of all people saved Katherine's life, along with mine. Why?" Klaus avoided Y/N's scrutinizing gaze, pretending to be very interested in seeing the town below him.

"Leave it Y/N. I just did it. I wasn't thinking then. In hindsight, I should have made sure she turned into a human myself, and kill her. I still can do it, so for her own good, don't put any ideas in my head."

"Klaus. Just answer it."

"I did."

"Niklaus." he turned to her, meeting her expectant gaze. Klaus swallowed. He had dreamed of this moment so many times, even in the very place where they stood… but could he overcome the fear of rejection? Being alone again?

"I don't know if you're ready for the truth, love."

"Try me. Maybe you'll be surprised." Klaus sighed, looking away from her. Were they both ready to cross that safe line they had set so many years ago? He did not know. But he figured he'd never find a better time…

"I saved Katherine because you wished it... Because what's important to you is important to me. What makes you laugh makes me want to keep it. What scares you I want to tear apart. You are the most important thing to me. I can't spend a single day, sleep, eat, or do anything without thinking about you deeply in my head. You own me. Body, mind, and soul. I've been yours since the day I met you. And I'll always wanna be only yours, even if you don't want me at all."

Klaus plucked up the courage to bring his gaze back to her face. She was expressionless. Totally poker. He felt a cold shiver run through his body, and the pain of rejection paralyzed him so much that he was unable to make any move. The hybrid cleared his throat, controlling the trembling in his voice and the coming tears.

"You can run away now. I won't chase you, Y/N."

Those words brought her out of her trance. However, Klaus kept his head down, not wanting to see the love of his life walk away from him.

If he hadn't, he would have known the love and emotion on her face.

Y/N walked over to him, shocking him to feel her gentle hands on his cheeks and stunning him as she pressed her lips to his in a tender, soft kiss.

They couldn't get away from each other. They clung to each other as if they were the only anchor holding them in this world, embracing and kissing so hard that neither of them could mistake this moment for a dream.

It was only the lack of air that forced them to move away from each other significantly, resting their foreheads against each other as they inhaled the familiar, calming scent of their second halves.

"I'm tired of running." Y/N whispered, planting kisses across his face, teasing him as she deliberately avoided his seeking lips. "And I never want you to let me go. Ever. You stuck out with me, my lord."

"As you do with me, my queen."

"Good." she smiled, drawing him into another of their many kisses as she led him to his bedroom.

She stayed with him that night. And the next, and the next one. And she never left his side again.

He was hers. She was his. They belong to each other.

And Klaus was in heaven.

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I needed to make a post about this because...well, the title says everything.

First of all I would like to say that I'm feeling a bit anxious sharing my thoughts about this. I don't know if I'm the most qualified to talk about this but it has been bugging me.

I know a lot of people have already discussed the way Miguel, a POC and a latino man out of all people, has been oversexualized to a point that it feels fetishy and a bit concerning sometimes. I think we can all acknowledge this and that already gives us a lot to think about.

But what I think is really interesting is that not only is Miguel an intentional thirst-trap, he is a thirst-trap created mainly by a team of male producers/ writers. From what I read, the people in charge of his character design were men (I want to say that I am by no mean attacking anyone who worked on this movie. They did an amazing job and I am just sharing my thoughts, not saying they are bad people for this choise or anything. Thank you).

And I find this very telling. Because when I first saw this headline, I thought "Oh finally, women have been given the chance to freely thirst over a male character the same way men do." And I think it was a big mistake from me to think this way. (First of all, there are also men and non-binary simping over him). Because, let's be real for one second there, do we really want to thirst over characters the way men do? I have been an anime fan for years and let me tell you, the way a lot of men/ fanboys view female characters is simply gross (I know, I know, not all men). It's also something I noticed in comics and video games. Like, have you seen the outrage when a video game studio wants to propose female characters who do not look like what some p*rn addicts imagines women are?

My point is that Miguel has been created not with the female gaze in mind, but with the male gaze (and it hurts to say this). That's what I got from reading the part of the interview. The emphasis on his butt, the overly masculine, muscular body... Miguel was created not by following what women like in men but by what men imagine that women like in men.

This is also something we can see a lot in various medias over the last years, especially in the romance genre. The way some "desirable" men are depicted do not fit what women seek in a partner but what men imagine women want (ofc every woman has different criteria when it comes to this). I think it's very blatant when you compare medias written by and for women like Shonda Rhimes's shows, Bridgerton, Outlander... and medias written by men. So, in the end, I think that Miguel has been created with that in mind "Let's make a big, tall, dark and broody, muscular matcho man. That's what the female public wants." (ofc it's never as simple as that but you get the idea).

So... does this mean that it's bad to simp/ thirst over this character? Surprisingly I'm going to say no and I even think that it's important that the women in this fandom keep making content around Miguel! Because when we write fanfictions, draw fanarts of him... we are now picturing him with a real female gaze and that's what brings even more complexity and depth to this character.

I have seen so many interpretations of this character since I joined this fandom and a lot of them were really cool/ beautiful, showing just how much people love this character. When you think about it, it's crazy that a character who only got 15 minutes of screen time can have such a strong effect on a fandom, meaning that he is more than just a thirst trap. I genuinely think that the content created by the fans gives this character his humanity back (because, yes, being sexualized to no end deshumanizes a person. Go argue with a wall, thank you very much). I've seen so many tender, soft but also funny depictions of him making him more than just some ass shots on the big screen. And even on the NSFW corner of the fandom, some people out there are really making him more than just this "feral beast" that we have been sold by giving him back his tenderness, his sensuality...

So, yeah, take this headline with care and think what you want of it. Those were just my thoughts. Feel free to disagree, tell me if I got something wrong or just leave your thoughts under this post because I'm genuinely curious of seeing other fan's opinions. I apologize for the mess of this take.

And now I'm going back to sleep.

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderverse #we need to talk about this #gender critical #female gaze #male gaze #look at me not writing my college essays but writing this

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Sunflower Fields

the rustling wind was all too characteristic now, dream or not, he just wished to remember your voice...

character — wars, romantic or platonic

cw — mild angst with happy ending.

this is a gift i made for the loveliest @wayfayrr and took way too long to post because tumblr is a bitch, but since i am here now... enjoy! ps: i made an art commission from the dearest @h4wari. check it out, it's amazing!

The calm summer breeze blew, comforting and slightly humid as it ruffled his hair along with the scarf.

Blue star coloured eyes focused on the horizon, the chatting and bantering happening beside him barely catching his attention.

He looked lost.

As if chasing after something oh so far away, yet he didn't know what it was.

“Dozing off again, Link?” Impa voice resounded, breaking him off his stupor, gladiolus eyes thinning at the blank stare the warrior offered her.

“Let it be, Impa.” Zelda cut through, graciously stirring the tea before she poured one cup for herself.

“Ah, I can do it, Your Highness-” As Impa tried to stand up, the princess simply waved her hand.

Link took a sip of his own tea, already cold, though the gentle rosemary scent still filled his nostrils, a vague memory of Zelda telling him it was one of her favorite ones coming to mind, yet as the flavor seeped into his mouth he could only grimace.

Bitter.

The princess lightly pushed the sugar pot nearer to him, yet the hero refused, setting the porcelain cup back to the saucer with a muted clack.

“Excuse me, but I have to go back to my duties.” A blatant lie, he had been given a week off just the previous day.

Nonetheless, the princess nodded in understanding, barely looking his way as he made his way out of the garden. The gerbera daisies surrounded him the whole way out, as if mocking him, the sunny yellow shade only serving to make his mood worse.

He couldn’t understand why it was happening, why sometimes there were lapses of memories within him, the figments of a voice and a soft touch that caressed his cheeks with so much tenderness that he wanted to cry. He knew that such a thing could never have happened in the past as he spent most of his time in the war and taking care of his job as a commander.

His fists clenched when he finally reached the outer walls of the castle, the soldiers guarding the area bowed to him in respect, before opening the gates.

Freedom at last.

Somehow, after everything that happened, he couldn’t feel at ease while in that place, when near those people, when he got reminded of every single nightmare he had to push through, he felt as if drowning amidst the suffocating essence of abatina flowers, her image resurfacing to his mind even when he tried so hard to wipe it out of the memory.

With a sigh, he started heading back to his quarter, a vague sensation of deja vu overcoming his body, the rustling of the crisp summer air brushing his hair as if it was a loving hand.

The path home was quiet, some people greeting him here and there, to which was answered by his collected smile.

A fake.

Somehow nothing made sense, nothing seemed real, no amount of working or enjoyment made him feel at ease.

As the door to his house was opened, the red columbine in his stand shriveled, petals droopy, as thirst for a little drop of water, even then he ignored it, too aware of his own cowardice, hanging his uniform as he made his way to the bed.

The tired body just crumbled onto the bed, not trying to hold onto consciousness as he fell into a deep slumber.

…

He felt weightless, the usual tiredness not heaving into his shoulder.

A patch of small sunflowers surrounded him, someone sitting amidst it, a laughter familiar to him.

They said something that he couldn't quite understand, but before he could ask anything, they walked towards him, taking his hands into theirs, comforting and warm just as he remembered.

They laughed before bursting into hundreds of birds of paradise, colourful and filled with emotions.

Link didn't have any time to process it, however, as his eyes opened, the rays of light shone down on him as yet another day started.

Repeating it all once again.

He wished to sigh, but staying still at the same place for so long wouldn't do him any good, and only make him pity himself even more.

Just as he opened the curtains of his bedroom, his eyes widened, the place that should have been a vast open hill, was now covered in a patch of sunflowers, much like the dream he just had.

Not even bothering to take his usual uniform, he headed out in a flurry, tripping over his own feet as he stumbled towards the door.

As he opened it, the sight that greeted him was a familiar, yet unknown figure, surrounded by the townsfolk, all carrying bouquets of sunflowers, and placing it around the now covered patch of land.

The mysterious person's eyes met his, and they didn't hesitate before approaching him, the white-pink valerians in their arms standing out among the bright yellow blooms everyone else held.

“I'm sure you didn't expect it, Link.” Their familiar voice rang inside his heart, and he unknowingly smiled at it.

“You… how..?” So many questions flooded his head, yet no coherent words came out.

Scalding hot tears brimmed around his eyes, and with a soft smile they brushed it out of his face.

“I'm sorry that it took me so long to get to you my dear.” They answered with a melancholic smile, offering him the valerian bouquet.

He hesitated for a second, yet the moment he saw the guilt in your eyes, he carefully took it, not wasting any more time before taking you into a warm embrace.

“I missed you so much…” Link said.

“Me too, Link.” You sobbed into his arms.

Blue Star — Strength, Resilience

Gladiolus — Victorious, Strength

Rosemary — Remembrance

Gerbera Daisies (Yellow) — Appreciation in relationships

Abatina — Fickleness

Red columbine — Anxious, Trembling

Dwarf Sunflower — Adoration

Bird of Paradise — Freedom

Valerian — Readiness

#warriors x reader #linked universe warriors #linked universe #linked universe x reader #lu warriors #warriors #fungi's delicacies

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i love your monoma posts they give me reason to live 😭 if u get the time, i think a funny premise would be if the reader was thristing over monoma (to like… an unhealthy extent), and he just can’t pick up on it?? like he’s calling them and their friends 1-A losers n shit and the reader is giddy over the fact that he’s just talking to them lol. maybe kendo can break the news that the reader has a giant crush on him and he like… doesn’t know how to act at all. he can’t tell if he should give them mercy and be nicer to them or call them out and be a little bitch about it 🤭

WARNINGS ⚠️ : reader thirsting, Monoma (kidding I love him), kendo being done w Monoma, reader being kind of a pervert, tried to make reader gender-neutral, a kiss, delusional Monoma

DONE

They are done.

Class 1-A is officially DONE.

Done with your bullshit.

Every time he comes around you go insane. So insane that you’ve said to his face that you would take him out on a date if he would let you.

His response? “Why would anyone go out on a date with a 1-A loser?”

They were done with listening to you thirst over the man that hates their guts. Mina was done listening to you choke over yourself with how much you want him.

Honestly she can’t listen to it anymore- listen… she loves you. More than anything in the world. But if you don’t stop- she’s going to burn your tongue off. She can’t hear your reasoning anymore either-

“But Mina- his arms-”

“I swEAR TO GO-”

She’s done.

She’s tried to talk to you about it too. What do you actually see in him, Ya’know? To be fair, you gave some valid reasons.

His eyes being the color of the ocean and his hair in line with the sand. His smile- taunting or not- was indeed- maybe, on some molecular level- attractive.

He also had potential to become a great hero! Seriously, he did! But oh- oh god his mouth. Every time he opened his mouth- all she saw was thousands of reasons why you shouldn’t like him.

Hell- Aizawa had to tell you to knock it off a couple times- and god forbid that one time you got put in a sparing match with him. The collective number of groans that rang throughout class 1-A was comical.

You rode that high for weeks. Let alone the fact that you used it as a chance to get your hands on him. With the strength of your quirk that- unfortunately for him he could not copy- you sometimes just held him.

He of course didn’t notice- using bakugou’s quirk to fill the air with dust from exploded cement.

You even got to straddle him- to which you told him to yield. He didn’t.

But that knowledge was just for you.

Yet he remained oblivious.

The class can’t count how many times they had straight up watched you say he was hot and how many times you had asked him out- to his face- which he didn’t understand.

The people of UA didn’t know what was worse. Your blatant thirst for the man- of the fact that the man was such an idiot he didn’t see.

It was clearly starting to piss even you off.

So finally, Kendo had to take it into her own hands.

It was gruesome.

“Y/n likes you-”

“Of course they do- the 1-A’s should bow to us.”

“No- Monoma- y/n likes you like-”

“A god? I am one.”

*smack*

She looked deep into the eyes of the disgruntled man as he rubbed the back of his head. The intensity of her silent stare man his shiver as he cowered back.

“Listen to me Monoma. I am being serious. Y/n likes you. Like a married couple. Like a significant other. They want you to be their boyfriend.”

…

“You serious?”

She’s done.

Now Monoma is hit with new information as he dwells in his dorm lair. He laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling as he was stuck in his thoughts.

On one hand. Your pretty. Like- really pretty. Like walk into a pole on the street because he was starting at you busy. Your strong, fast, really smart… aaannnndddd you like him. A major plus if you will.

But- you were in class 1-A. Could he even date someone in class 1-A after trashing on them so much?

He couldn’t decide yet. So he let it sit.

Unfortunately for him, due to his new knowledge of you, he became hyper-aware of everything you did.

The comments, the touching, asking him out point blank.

Everyone saw the change in him too.

The way he suddenly got tongue tied when he stepped up to class 1-A and you made a comment on how he looked hot when he smirked.

How when paired together he was suddenly stiff and stopped communicating.

He was flustered.

Something that you realized. Something you were going to have fun with.

Oh and you did.

Any chance you got you touched him. Your hand flat on his chest or wrapping your arm around his waist, you did everything.

It builds and builds and builds of course. So the next time he sees you- he snaps.

You were just trying to get a drink after going to the bathroom. It was pure coincidence that he was out too.

To say you were shocked when you were suddenly body slammed into the corner was an understatement.

You stared, wide eyed at the boy in front of you at he fumed.

You stayed quiet, waiting for him to say something- anything really. But he doesn’t. Just holding you in place- breathing heavily with anger swirling in his eyes.

You couldn’t complain- no.

His face was so close to yours. His breath fanning your lips and his body continuously brushing against yours.

You finally broke.

“If you wanted me like this so bad, you could’ve just said so-”

Lips cut you off. Soft, warm- and you melt. Your arms instantly forcing him against you as you eagerly push against him. Your head is fuzzy, filled with him, everything is him.

His warmth, how soft he feels, his hair under your fingertips.

It’s driving him crazy how easily he drives you crazy.

When he finally manages to pull away, he’s disoriented. His hair is a mess, his eyes trained on your love-stuck eyes and your swollen lips.

It takes him a minute of the close proximity to get his head clear. He suddenly shoves you back against the wall again as he pulls a few steps back.

He swallows thickly as he tries to get his barring together. Straightening his uniform shirt he quickly points at you.

God that love-sick smile your wearing, it makes him sick. Sick in love- sick with vile he doesn’t know.

So he points at you and he says-

“Keep quiet about this. I-I can’t be seen with a 1-A loser.”

He doesn’t mean it. Not really.

But that’s okay.

You’ll steal these flustering moment alone where he moans into your mouth and clutches so tightly onto your hips while he lives in his beautiful delusion.

You’ll keep openly pining after him while he continues to hate on class 1-A.

It’s okay though. You know where you stand. So you’ll let him continue to loose his own mind figuring you out, not fully realizing the extent in which your all his.

OKAY THIS WAS RUSHED AND IM 50-50 WITH LIKING AND HATING IT BUT I LIKED THE ENDING SO IMA KEEP IT

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sooo this is gonna be a messy rant on the observations ive made between different writer communities, blog interactions and overall “status”. just silly little things I’ve noticed in my 4+ years being on tumblr btwn 2 diff blogs. and this is about no one specific, a very generalized post so if you find urself offended i honestly dont know what to tell you?? :o do better ig. & if you relate, i feel for you. TLDR @/end.

i dont like interacting/ building connections with people but not for the reasons ppl think. im not stuck up or pretentious or weird or anything. just another anime-enjoyer who loves to write in her free time. nobody special by a longshot!! i enjoy writing, always have since before i was a teen. (wasn’t always ff tho!).

but over the years ive just noticed fandom writing has its gritty sides that no one talks about often and its no mystery why so many prolific/ popular writers deactivated, me included. i had some shitty experiences and have seen friends go bc of it.

firstly, I’ve noticed, once you start interacting and building friendships with people, it’s easier to see the bigger perspective of where ppl stand and the blatant hierarchy of friendships and groups. same applies to that outside. like its literally just me n’ my bsf then my acquaintances bc mfs be weirddd omg its like cults or something. like thats why initially I didn’t interact w/anyone starting on my new blog. that n’ fear of drama following from my last blog ugh. ‘Cept the few i’ve met on my old blog (like my wifey)

not to mention i have bad anxiety. and sometimes im cue-deaf. i dont always pick up what people put down and vice versa and it makes me conscious in a lot of my interactions. so a part of me doesn’t want to interact at all to avoid all awkwardness and possible miscommunications. that’s not to say i don’t notice subtle changes in interactions after one situation / conversation or so forth, that in myself or witnessed between other ppl. (im perceptive, just not that good conversationalist lol. like i really have to try.)

but then…if you don’t interact with people on here, your chances of building an audience or a reader base is slim to none. the likelihood of developing relationships is zip. because you’re already perceived and pegged as just another tumblr writer. pause. to clarify, a writer who doesn’t want any recognition or interactions from mutuals or new friends. or just a lonely writer? a introverted, lonely writer. which leads to little to none interactions (anons, reblogs, moots —exposure.)

so then its like you’re kinda placed btwn a rock n a hard place. and there’s absolutely no problem with that! in fact this is the best part—meeting friends and like-minded people! people that make being online all the more worth it right? thirsting over fictional characters and sharing in each other’s works!

but you have to be in specific circles it seems. but then you can’t imply that you want to be in those circles bc then you’re desperate.

but well, then you cant purposefully want to be independent or be on your own or else you’re a hater, hypocrite or stuck up. not to mention, no one will reblog your stuff lol. no one will interact fr, and you’re friendless essentially. and god forbid if you disagree on something as if opinions don’t exist btw! then you’re being ganged up on. (like omg grow up!)

but then if you reach out you’re seen as trying to wedge in or kiss ass? you interact and follow and you’re ignored or left hanging? (bc im gonna touch your hand when i say this—it never gave fan, your majesty of horny nerds) and this is about ALL the writing communities and fandoms—spicy content, black content and dark content. ALL.

yet no one wants to talk about the pregnant elephant in the room—bias. and favoritism. also people seem to have a hard time being direct with how they’re feeling toward/about someone ( in a good or bad way) which in turn leads to a lot of miscommunication and subliminal attacks. (not to mention hate anons? one of my moots just had her inbox flooded w/them recently, ew.)

you can lead a horse to water AND you can write a 500-word essay on the observations made on tumblr writers as a whole. (a long ass post on the truth on behalf of those feeling this too)

also, slapping a HEY LOOK AT ME! IM A WRITER WHO WANTS INTERACTION AND FRIENDS! on a blog is frankly embarrassing. it shouldn’t even take all that seeing how easy it is for others wanting the same thing.

or doing less to achieve the same result.

not to mention, yall shit on ppl who essentially feel this way altogether bc you peg them as sb who doesn’t “try” or just jealous when their own works are phenomenally written themselves. ive seen it. and ive lived it. never gave jealousy baby.

at the end of the day, we’re all writers— either longterm or hobbyists. (personally, im longterm) self-indulgent or not! and its absolutely amazing when people are being fair in how they spread love and feedback to their writers.

Secondly, its not news that people have to want to reblog your fics so that their followers can reblog, so they can reblog, and their followers can reblog and so forth. but ppl honestly dont care atp bc once they’ve already read it, they owe you nothing. and apparently asking for reblogs is crass and bold. (imma do it anyway) but putting your very all into a story just to turn and see a half-thought out hc soaring 3k in 2hrs and 5k in a day — you have to stfu, open your ass and take it. keep it cute!

you’re getting fucked after all!!

because if you complain—you’re just jealous and lazy and uncreative!! and i hate that to seem like a writer worth a damn, you have to change up your writing style every two weeks to fit in with trending waves.

“no more poetic long fics, nobody’s into that! short, snappy slutty shots are all the rage!” “ppl are only into these specific tropes but you can’t exceed 2k words!” “only add trending characters to these hcs! ppl love them only!” “don’t write too much about a specific character or else ill unfollow you!” its exhausting.

i am well within my right as a literary artist to desire more feedback and interaction on anything i put out. period. and you are too! 🫵

God, im tired of that stupid, ‘you have to enjoy your writing for yourself and not worry about notes’ line. i do love my writing! don’t get me wrong there’s nobody id rather write like if not myself fr. not to mention the inspiration i draw from famous literary authors. however, i would love feedback and the same energy that i see with others in my same caliber.

and when i see others that didn’t even try fr—its a slap in the face to put it bluntly.

i can want silly little comments and notes about something i cherish and put out for that reason and yall aren’t gonna make me feel bad about it. sorry! like yall really be making people feel shitty for wanting the same type of interactions you get! especially when its harmless, bye asf. nb want to recipe to ur peach cobbler b!

the only one giving push back are those appointed popular /top blogs n’ cliques tho. now personally, i honestly dgaf if you have 20 followers or 25k, writing is writing and if its good you should want to support it regardless of following count/interaction right?

unfortunately, and quite unsurprisingly its not the case for the rest of this hellhole lol. there’s always gonna be some “big blog” in any part of tumblr or any social media for that matter.

but when the sole purpose being on a site like tumblr to write is mainly exposure, then it just makes it ten times worse especially if it seems that these blogs are steady at the top of every. single. tag. and listen, i know how initially stupid that sounds but when you’ve picked up on patterns for as long as i have, well iykyk.

so imma be real bc no one else will, half of the posts that yall see with 25k notes have alr been done. just different characters, different words, different dialogue. And 8/10 its been done by sb who only received 100 notes. Thats the evil part. whats more is that it lacks the creativity the one post with 100-300 notes is filled with completely.

POP QUIZ! what post would readers be more inclined to read? — one that says 10k (ohhh that must be popular!) or the one with only 150 (oh i guess nb really liked that one) that no one is even willing to reblog for MORE. and BOOM. now yall wonder why so many great writers LEAVE, its a fucking joke.

so unfortunately its no longer only about or only on readers anymore. its about who you know and who you know is willing to support your fr. who is willing to REBLOG your fics for their friends and followers, so that their friends and followers can reblog. to fit in you actually have to get in these days and it makes it all less enjoyable. makes it a chore and if you aren’t ‘doing it right’ ultimately it makes you feel shitty about your writing. (Please don’t, you are doing amazing. its the platform.)

it makes people not want to jump into writing. it pushes away those who actually want to join writing communities and meet people without feeling like they have to jump thru hoops to thrive or worse—live in other ppls shadows. and then it deters those from speaking up in fear of being shut down by bigger groups. ive seen it happen time and time again.

lastly, and this is the juiciest part! you absolutely cannot say anything about any of this bc you’re complaining and a fisher just looking for attention and not someone who just want things to be fair all over. play the game, right? ( wrong. and if this is your logic, you suck! )

its no longer about making flashy banners and pretty themes. its no longer about how many clever directory links you add or how many games you initiate on your blog or whether or not you’ve reblogged your fic three times already. its about your “friends”, other mutuals, and blogs willing to support you too. not just the audience. audience gonna do what they want regardless. reblog, don’t reblog, whatever. “at least ive read it right?” but everyone knows this. duh! but it’s obvious who doesn’t care as long as they’re on top of that tag! its admirable in a way but it sucks for those wanting to break out and build some kind of readerbase and/or make friends.

TLDR; people need to stop being bias and be fair and open lol. stop picking favorites and share the love all around. you see another person writing your favorite character or trope, give them a fucking chance and reblog, regardless if they’re in your ‘circle’ / radar or not. regardless if you know them or not. hell, let them put you on to a new fandom. bc writing is writing and making new moots and finding new fics seem to be what everyone loves to showcase until its time to actually do it. no wonder people get discouraged to make friends and write, yall treat it like some kind of secret society when its supposed to be fun💀 not a competition. (yall need to dead this clique-y shit. )

#writers #writers of tumblr #WATCH EVERYONE SKIP OVER THIS DHDHDJDN #OH OH OH #and im black #LMAO THATS THE PUNCHLINE #so #all of this isnt only happening in a general writing fandom #but the little corner for my black people??#and in the corners of other minorities #IT HAPPENS HERE TOO DHGSGJG #nb is safe🙅🏾‍♀️#i thought we were escaping exclusivity?#and assumptions made about other people??#trust when i say this is NOT about anyone specific #just silly little observations #and pieces of my experiences #so any complaints #SHOVE IT SHOVE IT SHOVE IT!#will delete if this starts a revolt #or not bc i love chaos in the name of truth #i hope yall can feel the sarcasm this is kinda longer than i intended but i wanted to be as thorough as possible in my point #been working on this for a min #im not tagging as discourse bc this isn’t what this is #and if you treat is as such imma just assume you’re exactly who im talking about and keep it pushing🤷🏾‍♀️#just be better is all im saying #BYE I JUST CAUGHT SO MANY MISTAKES #the shame #i was caught up #but yall get it

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ohmygod you have GOT to write a drabble about the norrix shirtgate of march 2024 ™️ please

Oh ho ho something like this? Last night Taylor wrote some dialogue that popped into my head (as I have been doing lately), and this afternoon Taylor fleshed it out a bit. This is more in line with a reaction to the shirt + the Instagram photo, but still, same idea and same crazy.

Lando’s just finishing toweling his hair when his phone starts ringing. It’s nine in the morning— probably Max calling to see where he is and if he can have another fifteen minutes on their scheduled meet-up time.

The caller ID isn’t Max though. It’s Martin, a selfie of the two of them from Australia smiling up at Lando from where his phone is sitting on the bathroom counter. Lando quickly counts back the ten-hour time difference and is surprised Martin’s even still awake after the long day he’s had.

Beggars can’t be choosers though. Lando slides his finger across the answer button and presses the speakerphone before Martin has a chance to say anything. “Hello?”

Lando directs his attention back to his reflection in the mirror and sets about sorting out the tangled mop on top of his head.

“Are you trying to get me to out myself?” Martin asks point-blank, sounding semi-serious. Given the hour, he could also just be tired.

Lando’s fingers pause in his hair, and he glances back down at the phone as if it holds all the answers. “In what way?” It clicks in the few seconds between Lando finishing his question and Martin speaking again. He could easily correct himself but finds he wants to hear Martin admit to whatever embarrassing reaction he had to Lando’s post.

“Those pictures? In the shirt you stole from me? You did that on purpose.”

Lando can’t help the self-satisfied and questioning hum that makes it past his lips. Because Martin's right, almost. He didn't originally set out with the intention to take the photos wearing that shirt, but Lando woke up missing Martin a little harder in his jet-lagged state than he was prepared to. So, he shrugged on the shirt he’d stolen on the tail end of their France trip even though everyone would inevitably trace the origin of it. (Lando had caught Max trying to pretend he wasn’t looking at first, but rather than put him out of his misery, Lando let him stew.)

And then they'd stumbled across the new art that hadn't been in the graffiti alley last year. Max had looked at him knowingly, suggestively, this time not hiding what he was trying to infer, and Lando had taken the bait.

Only later, as he was looking through the photos, up early again because of jet lag, did Lando decide fuck it.

He and Martin talked about their plans for the year while they were in Vietnam, zipped inside their tent for the night and alone with their thoughts. They're not hiding anymore per se, themselves or their relationship. Lando’s finished with not just posting whatever the hell he wants because of what it’ll eventually look like.

Hide in plain sight, Martin agreed.

Now Martin groans somewhat dramatically. “Menno had to take my phone. My fingers were hovering over the keyboard for too long and he caught me.”

“They were not.” Because there’s no way. If Lando didn’t know better, he’d think Martin was reacting to the more blatant thirst traps in his .mov post.

“Lando, baby, have you seen the photos? And you didn't warn me. What do you expect me to do when you’re sitting there looking comfortable and proud like that?”

Just the implication makes Lando's face warm and his chest ache. It’s at least another month before they see each other in China, and the days feel exponentially long looking at a calendar. “I expect you to be a normal human who doesn’t feel like risking it all over an aesthetic picture. At least wait until I post another thirst trap,” Lando muses. He turns to prop his hip up against the counter and picks up the phone to bring it closer to his face to pull up Instagram.

Most of the comments are normal, taking the aesthetic at face value. A few people play into the tone of the bubblegum pink hearts. A few more seem to have the nerve to call him on what he’s trying to do.

“Post a thirst trap and see what happens.”

The smile that spreads across Lando’s face hurts his cheeks. “Maybe that’s in tomorrow’s dump. Guess you’re gonna have to go to bed to find out.”

A huff of laughter from Martin’s side of the phone might as well be music to Lando’s ears. “Fine, you freak. You can tell me about everything when I’m not about to fall asleep. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Can’t wait. Talk to you later.” The line goes quiet, much to Lando’s disappointment. He swears he could talk to Martin forever and not get bored— about everything and nothing at all. When Martin calls him at the end of his day, rested and recovered, Lando’s sure he’ll hear all about how the half marathon went. He’ll be on the brink of passing out himself, but he won’t care. He’ll lay there listening and counting down the days until next time.

#don't ask me why i just like writing their phone conversations but i have approximately 5 (including this) snippets of just convos #I think the idea is to maybe do something with them eventually but here's this one for now #norrix #writing tag #lando #martin

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jjungkookislife · 2 years

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Don’t Forget Me

pairing: idol!yoongi x f. reader

genre: friends with benefits to lovers, tiny fluff, smut [18+]

summary: Yoongi is nothing but a tease

wc: 3.3k

warnings: yoongi!, pet names (baby, babe, doll, good girl), marking (hickeys, scratching, biting, bruising), f. masturbation over a video call, dirty talk, unsafe/distracted driving (yoongi is in a rush to get home), degradation, edging and orgasm denial, lots of begging, spanking, unprotected sex, creampie

date: August 23, 2022

Yoongi was a menace.

To you and to his fans.

Yoongi wasn't averse to causing chaos. In fact, he found it amusing to sit back in his studio or his bedroom, scrolling through his social media to see what he'd do tonight.

Bored, Yoongi opens his Instagram, knowing your notifications for all his posts are on. He chuckles at the thought, the memory of your blatant embarrassment fresh in his mind. Out of curiosity one night, he had looked at your phone before posting and watching it light up with his Instagram and Weverse notifications. He laughed as quietly as he could, not wanting to wake you up as you slept beside him in his bed.

The two of you could play this game each time. You both knew you were a label away from being more than friends with benefits. Honestly, he was ready to put a label on it, ready to show you off as his to his friends and family, but he loved this taunting more than anything. He loved how you'd get flustered at the insinuation, as if you hid your feelings well.

You weren't one to keep a secret, much less from him, and often found yourself talking in your sleep. Murmured, I love yous escaping your lips as you slept curled up at his side. Yoongi wanted you conscious when you said those three words to him, wanted them ingrained in his brain until the last of his days. He wanted to look you in the eye when he said them back.

"Yoongi!" your voice is loud as he answers his phone, smirking as he sets it on the stand on his desk.

"Yes?" He hums in response as he switches it to a video call. "What did I do?"

"Ugh," you can't even speak clearly when his gorgeous face appears, hair still fluffy and lips just as pink. "What did you do? What the hell was that thirst trap just now?!"

"Thirst trap?" Yoongi muses, quirking his head. "What thirst trap?"

"Min Yoongi! You live to make us suffer, you know that? This is why you're always getting sued!" you shout, trying to fan yourself as you walk down a hall toward an elevator.

"I haven't actually gotten sued," Yoongi laughs, his head thrown back to give you a glorious glimpse of his neck, and fuck, you want to mark it up. "Besides," Yoongi chuckles as his dark eyes are filled with mirth. A teasing smile appears on his lips. "I don't want my fans to forget about me."

"Forget about you? As if that could happen, you menace!" you screech as you arrive at the elevator.

"Where are you?" Yoongi questions as the elevator doors open but he knows damn well where you are at.

You roll your eyes at him, your finger pushing the top floor and then the close elevator button, not caring to wait for the person who tries to reach it in time. You smile apologetically as the doors shut in their face.

"I'm coming up," you huff as you run a hand through your hair.

"I'm not home, babe," Yoongi smirks. He shows you his studio and you curse.

"Yoongi," you pout as the elevator doors open and you step out. You head straight for his apartment, typing in the code and letting yourself in.

"Go to my room," Yoongi instructs as he leans back in his chair. You kick your shoes off, immediately stripping your clothes off except for your panties before you're climbing onto his bed.

Once you're settled onto his bed, you look at your phone. Yoongi grins, biting his lip.

"Take your panties off and spread your legs for me, doll. Let me see you," He licks his lips, and your body tingles. You slowly tease a hand over your body, pausing at your breast to pinch your nipple, and give Yoongi a lustful look that makes him curse as you move your hand to the waistband of your panties. You push them down, lifting your hips off the bed to make it easier to kick off.

"Yoongi," you sigh as you spread your legs and lean back on the mountain of pillows.

"Touch yourself for me, baby. Not too fast, do it slowly," he instructs, voice deep and you think of all those early mornings you were wrapped around him, his morning voice so deep and low that it would make you come all over his cock with just his words. You tremble at the thought, your body flushed as you put your hand between your legs, feeling your arousal.

"So fucking wet," Yoongi groans when you dip a finger in to tease him, smirking when you see how affected he truly is. He bites his lip again, running a hand through his long fluffy hair as he looks at you slowly rubbing your clit. He notes the way you arch slightly.

"Close your eyes for me, baby." Yoongi commands and you do as you're told, slowly rubbing circles on your clit. Yoongi is quick to mute his phone as he gathers his belongings, lowering the volume as he leaves his studio. He nearly runs to the elevators in his rush to get to the parking garage. He needs to get home.

"Are you thinking of me, doll? Thinking of how good my cock will fill you?" Yoongi asks as he arrives at the parking garage, popping in his earbuds as he gets into his car.

"Yes, Yoongi! I need you," you moan as you move your fingers down to your entrance, slowly pushing two inside as Yoongi's name escapes you, thighs pressed together. Yoongi curses, his cock hard and aching to be released from his jeans.

"Don't come, baby. Get yourself ready for me," Yoongi demands as he starts his car, pulling out of his parking spot quickly. He's trying to keep his eyes on the road, but you've spread your legs again, wider than before. Yoongi desperately wishes it was his hand instead of yours. He'd love to fuck you on his fingers, have you soak him and his rings as you come for him, squirming and screaming as he makes you come again and again until you're pushing his hand away. You'd take his fingers in your mouth, lick them clean and suck them dry before he'd pull you into a kiss, all teeth and tongue as you climb on his lap.

He'd lay you on the bed, wrap your legs around his hips and stuff your wet cunt full of him.

Fuck, he needs to get home.

The obscene squelch of your soaking wet pussy brings him back to the present. You've got one hand on your left breast, the other rubbing your clit, crying out for him as you edge yourself, legs shaking as you arch and almost fall over the edge.

"Good girl, don't you come," Yoongi insists with a smirk.

"Yoongi, I can't hold off much longer," you admit sheepishly, too overwhelmed by your touch and his photos. It honestly didn't take much to get you going, but you usually had Yoongi to get you off. In fact, before he had posted those sinful photos on his Instagram, you were going to ask him to dinner to have The Talk.

"Just a few more minutes," he urges, making sure your eyes are still closed as he pulls into the parking garage of his apartment building. He rushes to park and get into the elevator, hitting the button repeatedly. He looks at his phone as he leans against the wall when the elevator doors finally shut. He pushes his hair out of his eyes, wipes the sweat from his brow, and ignores the twitching of his cock when you moan his name.

"Yoongi," you breathe as you rub your clit again, body arched and a glorious sheen of sweat present. You're near the edge again and Yoongi curses the elevator for going so slow.

"You can touch as much as you want but don't forget about me, baby. Open your eyes for me, doll. I want you to look me in the eyes and edge yourself one more time for me," he commands as the doors open on his floor.

"Yoongi, I don't think I can," you moan as you fight the urge to come. "I need to come. Please."

"Hold on just one more minute, baby," Yoongi types the code and the door opens. He's been watching long enough, torturing himself by not being able to touch, and now he's just feet away from getting to touch you, to kiss you, to fuck you. The thought leaves him salivating as he kicks his shoes off.

"Yoongi!" you groan as your head is thrown back on his pillows. You've made a mess of his sheets already. He can already tell they're ruined as he ends the call.

"Yoongi!" you scream in annoyance.

"Did you think I'd leave you hanging?" Yoongi smirks as he steps into his bedroom with hooded eyes. He licks his lips as he takes you in from your flushed cheeks to your heaving chest and quivering thighs. You're a sight, a true beauty as you part your legs and welcome him in.

Yoongi is quick to strip, kicking his jeans off and pulling his shirt over his head before he's pushing his black boxers down his thighs to pool at his feet.

"Do you know how hard it is to drive while you're touching yourself and moaning my name?" Yoongi breathes a laugh. "I couldn't get here fast enough."

"I thought you weren't coming," you whimper as your eyes roll back.

"And leave you here all alone? When that pretty mouth of yours was begging for my cock? Never."

"I wasn't begging," you mutter.

"What was that? Make you edge yourself again?" Yoongi jokes just to hear you whine as your thighs clamp shut and your breathing grows heavy.

"Don't you dare, Yoongi! I've been good for you," you say in between shakes of your body.

"I know you have, doll. Tell me, what was it about my pictures that got you so wet and horny?" Yoongi places a ring-clad hand on your thigh and you nearly malfunction, forgetting for a moment that he's asked you a question.

"You really have to ask?" is your snarky remark that makes Yoongi smack your thigh. "Fuck, yes."

"Such a little pain slut, huh? I haven't even gotten started," Yoongi palms his erection as he looks you in the eye, licking his pretty petal pink lips.

"Yoongi, please just shut up and fuck me. Haven't I suffered enough? You post your pics looking hot as fuck, showing your pretty lips, your fluffy hair, and that look in your eyes that screams 'fuck me' and you expect me to be dry? Do you expect me to be unaffected when I know what your moans sound like? When I know how good you can fuck me?" You click your tongue, rolling your eyes.

Yoongi chuckles as he climbs over you, settling between your thighs. He wraps his hand around your wrist, bringing your fingers to his lips. Yoongi makes sure your gaze is on him as he presses your wet fingertips to his lips, opening his mouth to take them into his mouth. His wet tongue licks over them, and in between, loudly slurping when he sucks them clean. You clench around nothing, moaning softly as he finally releases them, your essence heavy on his tongue.

"Delicious," he grins devilishly. "Here, taste for yourself."

Yoongi leans over you, releasing your wrist to grab a handful of your hair to pull you into a deep kiss, his tongue tangling with yours. Your body trembles at his touch, eyes shut as you feel him grip your hip and squeeze. "I can't wait to be inside you, baby. This wet pussy is all I've been thinking about. I knew you'd rush over when I posted. I'm so glad I was right. You're just a cock-hungry slut for me, aren't you? Can't wait to jump on my dick when given the chance," Yoongi smiles, his nose pressed to yours.

You don't say a word because he's right. He's so right.

"Tell me I'm wrong, doll," he taunts as he traces your lips with his tongue. He knows he's got you, pussy soaking your thighs and his sheets. He knows even if you lie, so why even try? You gulp, nodding as you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers toying with the long strands of his hair. You tug on it. Yoongi shuts his eyes, cursing as you pull his hair again. Your lips press open mouth kisses to the length of his neck, teeth scraping the sensitive skin.

"You're not wrong. I've been waiting for you. Don't keep me waiting any longer, please," you beg as you whisper in his ears. "Fuck me, Yoongi. I need to feel your thick cock spreading me open, stuffing me full until your name is the only thing I can say."

"Fuck," Yoongi growls, pushing you back onto the bed. His lips are merciless as they kiss you, his large hands gripping and groping every inch of your body as his cock rubs against your thigh until he's gripping it. "You're so wet, baby."

You watch his hooded eyes as Yoongi presses the head of his cock between your folds, collecting your arousal on the head and smacking his cock on your clit a few times. Cursing, your hands grip the sheets beneath you as you beg him to fuck you. You've been teased enough. You can't take anymore. Your legs tremble with anticipation.

"Please."

Yoongi pecks your lips, nodding as he strokes himself, using your wetness for an easier glide before the blunt head is pushing at your entrance. With a curse and an arch of your back, he's pushing in.

"Shit, I always forget how fucking thick you are," you rasp as you feel the delectable burn of the stretch. Yoongi chuckles, apologizing as his perfect lips plant kisses on your jaw before trailing them to your neck. His bare chest rests on yours. Your fingers run through his pretty hair, begging him not to cut it any time soon.

"Why? You like something to hold on to?" he asks as he nips your skin, leaving a mark behind that he traces with his tongue.

"Yes," you breathe. "Gives me something to hold on to when I sit on your face," you smirk.

"Fuck," Yoongi curses as his lips trail kisses down the valley of your breasts. Your fingers continue to run through his hair as he wraps his lips around a pert nipple, taking it between his teeth to gently tug on it before he's swirling his tongue over it.

"Yoongi, fuck me," you plead and he chuckles.

"Yes, doll." He gives you one last kiss before he's on his knees, grabbing your legs and tugging your ass onto his thighs. You feel him deeper and you say so, eyes squeezed shut as he plants your ankles on his shoulders. He turns his head to kiss your foot and you laugh, telling him it tickles.

"Sorry, doll," he smiles as he grips your hips, nearly bending you in half as he pulls out except for the fat tip of his cock and slams back into you without warning. You moan loudly, grasping the sheets with one hand and digging your nails into his thigh as he does it again and again. You shake with each thrust, crushed between him and the mattress as he fucks you hard and deep. Your legs feel like jelly when his fingers rub your clit. You gasp, legs falling at your sides before he's on top of you, your legs around his waist.

"Take my cock, doll. Isn't this what you wanted? Hmm?" he asks cockily. "Isn't this what you were begging for? To be stuffed by my fat cock until you cream on it?"

"Fuck, yes! I was, but fuck, it's so big," you groan as you feel him deep in your abdomen and see stars when your eyes flutter shut. Your nails dig into his back, ignoring his chuckle as he continues to fuck you before he's flipping you onto your front, gripping your hips to pull you onto your knees. You arch for him, moaning when his cock fills you once again. His hands grip you tight enough to bruise, hoping his imprint is left behind as a reminder of the great fuck you got over some selfies.

You were in deep.

But you would have come running for less.

"That's it, baby," Yoongi groans. His fingers rub your clit faster, adding more pressure, and you meet each of his thrusts. Your body is hot, sweating as you take his cock, flushing with embarrassment at every wet squelch that fills his bedroom. "I fucking love this wet pussy. It was made for me, fuck."

You bite his pillow, trying to muffle your moans but they grow louder and louder the closer you get to your orgasm. Yoongi can feel the pulsating of your pussy, can feel the trembling of your thighs, and hear you gritting your teeth as you try to be quiet but you end up screaming his name when his hand smacks your ass.

"Make me come," you plead as you look at him from over your shoulder. Yoongi nods, quickening his pace and jack hammering into you, mesmerized by the jiggle of your ass. He licks his lips, grunting when he looks at his cock disappearing into your cunt, his cock soaked with your wetness. Fuck, he can't wait to have you come.

Your arms give out and you fall face first into his pillow, your hand pushing his off your clit as he grips your hips. You need to come now. You've had enough denial and waited long enough. You're panting as your body heats up, pleasure coursing through your veins, and Yoongi's name heavy on your tongue as you cry out for him. He's fucking you hard, hips slamming into your ass over and over again as his head lolls back, pleasure coursing through him as you tighten around his cock. He's panting, ignoring the sweat that runs down from his temple, his hair clinging to his damp forehead as he moans your name.

"Yoongi!" you shout when your orgasm hits, thighs hurting and shaking as you lift your head to take in a big gulp of air as your pussy clenches around Yoongi's cock. He falls apart, cursing as he cums inside you. He continues to thrust into you slowly, grinding his hips into your ass as you milk him dry and he's falling over you.

"Fuck, doll," he pants as he rolls off you. His hand reaches out for yours and you lace your fingers with his.

"Agreed." you giggle as you lay beside him, turning on your side to face him. He does the same, eyeing you curiously when you reach out to push his hair out of his eyes. You then move your hand to cup his cheek, your thumb tracing his lips. "Pretty."

"You think I'm pretty?" he asks softly.

"Very much so," you answer honestly as you maintain eye contact. You ignore the fluttering of your heart as you press a gentle kiss to his lips.

"You know, you always murmur something in your sleep," Yoongi says casually, giggling when your eyes widen.

"I-I do," you clear your throat.

"You do," Yoongi confirms. "And I think it's about time you said it while awake. I'll give you a hint, baby. It's three little words that I've wanted to tell you as well. Can you guess?"

Yoongi cups your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin.

"I love you," you whisper shyly.

Yoongi grins widely. "Bingo!"

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