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borathae · 1 year

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"All it takes is one evening of getting Yoongi drunk to find out just how needy this man can actually get. Alternatively: Yoongi is drunk and that means his restraints are gone. So he decides to ride you, because that's all he really wants to do."

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut

Warnings: sub!Yoongi, Dom!Reader, he is cute & a lil bratty & also a total painslut, then his instincts kick in and he becomes so fucking needy, like SO NEEDY, she is so gentle but also slaps his face like twice, she calls him a good boy & a slut, consensual drunk sex, needy pegging in cowboy & lotus position, lotsa making out, butt spanking, cock slapping, anal fingering, handjob, blowjob, edging (m.receiving), multiple orgasms (m.& f.receiving), prostate milking, so much cum, so much drool, he squirts, belly bulging :’), vaginal fingering, he has his fangs out, biting, a very vocal Yoongi, i just need him to know that he is cute, loving aftercare

Wordcount: 10.8k

a/n: this is Sanguis!Yoongi when he is drunk and trusts her completely. It's so cute and hot and I just want him to be happy. hahah help me. I love them so much, I'm gonna rip off my own face skin and cry about them

“I wanna be fucked”, Yoongi whines against your neck, pressing your hand to his clothed crotch. He begins rubbing himself against it, lips parting in a needy moan.

“What are you doing?”

“Wanna be fucked, please”, he is lulling his words, tugging you closer as he tries to get your hand inside his pants.

“And you decided that in the middle of the hallway?” you laugh, feeling your stomach tingle in excitement. He is so needy. It’s so hot when he is.

“Yeah”, he whines, “come please. Come”, he orders in a huff of air and tugs you with him as he stumbles to your wing.

“Okay, okay I'm already coming. Holy moly, you really didn’t do well with that wine, did you?”

“No”, Yoongi giggles the word. Yeah. He giggles. He giggles as he shakes his head and lifts his shoulders to his ears, adding two little skips into his steps on top of that.

“Okay, wait. Love, slow-“

The door falls closed.

Your back hits it.

Yoongi cages you in and grabs your face to kiss you.

Deep.

Passionate.

Needy.

And sloppy.

He tastes like desire and wine. He sounds desperate. Feels like fucking heaven. His knee is between your legs, punching up the fabric of your floor length dress and grinding right against your pussy. The thin fabric of your panties does little to mask how amazing his thigh feels.

“Fuck Yoongi”, you rasp, tilting your head back. The kiss breaks but he litters your neck with wet kisses instantly.

“Fuck me”, Yoongi answers you in a keen, dragging his tongue up your pulse point until he ends it with a flick right under your ear, “wanna be fucked, please”, he begs in a whisper, letting his voice tickle your ear.

You went out tonight. Like every year, the university hosted its late autumn masquerade ball and like always, you wanted to go. As did Taehyung and the boys of former Sanguis and, well, Yoongi wanted to go too once he saw how excited you were. He went with a suit and black mask like every year, while you went with the prettiest dress inspired by the Regency period and an intricately done venetian mask. Taehyung made it for you. Your masks have long been discarded by the front door. As has Yoongi’s long coat somewhere on the endless hallways of the estate.

You had so much fun at the ball. There was zero drama and even less danger. Just dancing, laughter and way too much booze. One should also mention that you did a lot of making out and that Hoseok ended up winning the costume contest with his realistic Mothman costume (it looked hotter than it sounds, promise). Back to the booze however. You drank a lot, all of you, to the point where you had to call a cab back to the estate because none of you were able to drive. Yes, even Yoongi. The Creator who normally never gets drunk because he'll heal before that could happen. Not tonight however, no amount of healing will get this man sober again. And you love it because drunk Yoongi means clingy Yoongi and that’s one of your favourites.

Most of you arrived home safely except for Hoseok who refused to come as he met a woman at the ball and he wanted to spend the night with her. The others were all busy too. At Seokjin's place. No further details needed.

Which left you and Yoongi stumbling to your wing and Yoongi acting the horniest you have ever witnessed him act.

You witnessed Yoongi drunk one time before tonight. It was back when you were still on the road and you came back from a dance. That night will always stay in your memories. It truly will.

Yoongi swoops you off your feet, making you squeak because you didn’t expect it.

He grunts, swaying from side to side dangerously.

“Don’t drop me, I’m serious”, you warn in a laugh.

“I’ve got you”, he lulls, stumbling down the hallways, “kiss me, wanna be kissed please.”

“Mhm my prince”, you sigh, kissing him gladly.

It was strange at first to return to university after everything you went through. People looked at you weird, but you tried to ignore them. The masquerade ball is too much fun to miss out on. Especially this year when the world was finally safe. Even Yoongi let loose, asking you for one dance in the ballroom while the others got drunk in the disco. It was very nice, but also the moment you realised just how wasted Yoongi was as he whined about how pretty you were in front of other people and he never does that.

Thump.

“Ah Yoongs”, you gasp.

“Sorry.”

Yoongi just hit the door with your back, now fumbling with the doorknob to open it.

“You said you’ll be careful”, you whine.

“Sorry”, he tries to kiss you, “don’t be mad. Are you okay?”

“Yeah I guess”, you giggle, “what are you doing?”

“Tryna open the door. Is it stuck or something, the fuck?” he tries to wiggle the doorknob.

“You gotta push.”

Yoongi does it with little pressure. The door opens instantly.

“Oh”, he lets out, sneaky a shy glance at you, “I knew that.”

“Mhm sure”, you say and chuckle, “kiss me, you idiot.”

“You's mean”, he mumbles and leans in to kiss you. He stumbles to your bed, dropping you on top of it and without ever breaking the kiss, he climbs atop your lap. He plops down, moving his hips back and forth in a needy grind while his hands are cradling your face. Your legs are tangling over the edge, as are his feet.

“I'm mean?” you ask him in a chuckle.

“Yeah. You messing with my heart. It keeps racing”, he says, guiding your hand to his chest, “feel it.”

“Yoongs, your heart stopped beating three thousand years ago.”

“Oh yeah”, he flutters his lashes, “doesn’t matter. Being with you's making me feel flutters in it”, he says, tapping his chest with your hand, “right there. Tingles so much.”

You twist his shirt and pull him close. Yoongi falls with a surprised gasp, gasping again when you kiss him deeply. He grows limp atop of you, except for his hips. They begin wiggling like crazy. And his feet. He begins kicking them happily.

He cups your face, breaking the kiss solely for the purpose of littering your face in big smooches.

“Loveyou, you's the best, loveyousomuch”, he slurs his words but they are clear to you.

“You are so drunk”, you giggle in a squeak.

“Ye, drunk on you”, he retorts, wiggling cutely, “is what you said to me. Remember?”

“Ye. I do.”

Yoongi kisses up and down your nose, moving on to your left cheek. He makes loud kissing noises, mixing in the occasional "mwuah" or a lulled confession of his eternal love.

Truly, drunk Yoongi is the most precious treasure on earth. Freed of his restraints and anxiety, he finally becomes who he wants to be deep down. This is him. This is the real Yoongi. And you can’t get enough of him.

Yoongi ends his love attack by sucking in your cheek and biting it gently.

“Ah Yoongi”, you gasp, moving away.

He releases you with a bop, gawking at you with puckered lips.

“What?”

“You bit me.”

“I did not.”

You snicker, reaching up it squish his cheeks.

“You're so cute.”

He huffs out air, cupping your cheeks and kissing your lips, using his tongue for it until you moan and kiss him back with just as much passion.

Yoongi is the best kisser on earth. No. In the universe. Gentle but so passionate. Sweet but so rough. Loving and oh so skilled. Kissing him is paradise. Kissing him while you are both stupidly drunk? The best experience ever. You don’t ever want to stop. He makes you so happy. He feels so right. He is so perfect.

Overwhelmed by your feelings you break the kiss to litter his face with kisses.

“My cutie. My Yoongi Boongie. My handsome prince”, you mumble, kissing every inch of his perfect face.

Yoongi lets it happen with squeezed shut eyes and his prettiest gummy smile. He kicks his feet the whole time, wiggling his hips because nothing in the world could contain the happiness he currently feels.

You end your love attack by kissing his lips, falling back into the most passionate kiss ever. You are smiling so much, holding each other, feeling so high on one another.

His fingers begin fumbling with your dress. Clumsily and without any sort of plan in mind. Their only goal is to get you out of that dress.

“Shit. Goddamn it”, Yoongi breaks the kiss to curse under his breath.

“What's wrong?”

“Your dress's not opening. Why's it not opening?”

“Maybe ‘cause you're tugging on the collar instead of the lacing?”

“Oh”, his fingers slip, “I knew that. Just wanted to test you”, he mumbles, changing his grip to finally open your dress.

“Yeah, sure you did”, you say in a chuckle.

You sit up to help him, giggling when Yoongi gets off your lap to fall to his knees before you. He tugs the dress down your legs, caressing your ankles as he helps you step out of the big heap of fabric. He discards it on the floor and moves on to taking off your shoes.

Once they are discarded as well, he lowers himself to place a worshipping kiss upon your left instep.

Your breath hitches in your throat, eyes mesmerised by him. You are towering over him atop your big bed while he lays worshiping by your feet. You feel hot all over because of it.

Yoongi kisses your right instep as well, ending it with a little hiccup.

“Scuse me”, he lifts his head, “I'm so drunk. You have really pretty feet.”

“Well thank you, my prince”, you say and giggle, lifting your foot to dance it up and down the buttons of his dress shirt. Yoongi arches into the touch, presenting his palms on his lap as if he was made to do so.

He is fully dressed while you are barely clothed. Only a matching set of satin lingerie is keeping you modest. Yoongi can’t seem to take his eyes off of it, breathing heavily while his thighs squeeze together desperately.

“Can I see you tonight?” you ask him, trying to open his bow tie with your toes. You are failing miserably.

Yoongi replaces your toes with his fingers, opening the tie and letting it drop on the ground. He begins opening his dress shirt afterwards, submissive eyes glued to your face. This is his answer. He feels really sexy tonight. He knows that it is because of the booze. The knowledge doesn’t stop him, on the contrary, it encourages him. If he ends up doing something embarrassing, he can just blame it on being too drunk and then you won’t be able to judge him. He feels so confident tonight. Confident and like the hottest person ever born.

He drops his shirt on the floor, gasping softly when you stop his fingers from opening his belt by stepping on his hand.

“Stand up”, you order.

Yoongi obeys, getting to his feet before you. You tug him closer by his belt. Yoongi stumbles with wobbly knees, feeling his stomach tingle. He loves it so much when you are rough with him. He stumbles, catching himself on your shoulder.

“Careful”, you giggle, hugging his middle with your cheeks squished against his soft tummy.

“Sorry, is really hard to stand”, he lulls, hugging you back.

“I know, I’ll be fast”, you say, placing a loving kiss on his tummy before lifting your head. You smile at him, eyes spilling over with love. You are still hugging his waist, “you're so handsome, my love.”

“Thanks”, Yoongi mumbles, swaying his shoulders from side to side. Your sweet words only strengthen tonight's feelings. He is so, so sexy and handsome. Yoongi loves feeling that way. It makes his tummy all tingly and his brain all fuzzy.

You turn your head and bite him.

“Ah”, he gasps, cupping your head.

It was a gentle bite. Nothing more than a nibble of love. But it was on his tummy. And his tummy is terribly sensitive. Yoongi rubs his thighs together, swaying like crazy.

“Don't do that”, he whines.

You release his skin, “why?” you ask, gazing up at him with sparkly eyes.

“Feels so much”, he whispers, scratching the spot you bit.

“Yeah? You like it?”

“Ye.”

You scrunch your nose up, giving him a blinding smile. One last kiss to his tummy and you sadly release him, moving on to getting his pants down. He slips out of his shoes as you work, wanting to waste as little time as possible.

The belt buckle hits his thigh as you let it fall open. It doesn't hurt, merely making a metallic clinking sound.

Yoongi is holding his breath, looking down at you with his lower lip between his teeth. You are opening his pants. One button at a time until it is finally done. You run your hands to his butt, slipping them inside the pants and tugging them down but not before squeezing his round buttocks.

He gasps because of it, feeling dizzy. The pants fall down, pooling by his feet. You touch his hips, tugging him closer. Yoongi steps out of his clothes, finally he is freed of them. He would feel really self conscious on other days, but tonight he feels good. He is so handsome when he is naked. That’s how he feels.

Your eyes are glued to his clothed cock. It is already straining the fabric of his black briefs.

“All mine”, you whisper, making his knees buckle.

“___”, he moans your name, climbing onto your lap messily. He grinds against your thighs instantly, kissing you with a needy mewl.

You chuckle because the kiss surprised you, breaking it just so you can grin at him.

“I'm yours”, he lulls, “is true. All yours”, he says, fighting you gently just so he can kiss you again.

“You're so freaking cute”, you say, “goddamn it Yoongi, I love you like crazy.”

“Love you too”, he mumbles, hiding his giddiness by pushing you into the sheets and burying his face in your neck. He begins kissing your skin instantly, nibbling and sucking on it until you feel lightheaded. The thing with Yoongi is that he loves biting. Obviously because he is a vampire. He loves biting, but he doesn’t want to go too far, which results in those really tingly and gentle bites all over your body. And they drive you insane. Truly insane.

Yoongi whines, lifting his head. He is pouting at you.

“Why? What’s wrong now?” you whine and chuckle.

“I wanna suck your tits. Why do you have a bra on?”

“Tzt, crybaby”, you arch your back off the mattress, “open it.”

Yoongi follows gladly, opening the clasp in the back and pulling the straps off your arms. He throws the piece of clothing over his back.

“That's really expensive, just saying”, you snicker.

“Is fine”, he dismisses you and gathers your breasts just to bury his face in them.

“Mhhm Yoongi”, you sigh, closing your eyes in delight. His lips are so soft, his tongue so eager. He is nibbling again, biting and sucking every inch of your chest without ever going too far. It feels so good. His fingers caress your skin as he kisses you. He adds just a little bit of strength every now and then, sending electric sparks through your veins each time he does.

Yoongi giggles, kicking his feet happily. He is so, so happy. You are so perfect and the fact that he can kiss you feels so, so good.

He lifts his head only to rest his cheek on your breasts, sparkly eyes gazing up at you.

“You're so pretty”, he whispers, sparkles in his eyes growing, “and soft and warm and perfect. You's so perfect.”

You smile, running the back of your hand over his cheek, “you're so cute.”

Yoongi looks away, wiggles and then attacks you with the tightest hug in human history. You squeak, allowing him to shake you around as he does everything in his power to squeeze you against him.

Somehow in the sweet mess of it all, he managed to change positions so you were fully resting on the bed now, heads supported by pillows and toes facing the foot end.

Yoongi breaks the hug, but stays close enough that he can kiss your neck. He is humping the side of your leg, panting against your skin.

One arm is still under your head while the other is draped over your tummy. Not for long however, just as Yoongi begins mewling softly and his cock is oh so hard against your leg, his hand begins traveling down your body, soon disappearing inside your panties.

You open your legs happily, sighing his name when his fingers begin feeling up your pussy.

“So wet”, he whispers, drawing circles on your soaked entrance.

“It's your fault”, you answer him in a sigh.

Yoongi snorts and giggles, rubbing against you in a giddy squirm.

“You always say so much”, he whines, “so mean.”

“I'm not mean I'm-oh”, you struggle with your words because Yoongi just buried two of his fingers inside of you and is now moving them in and out carefully, “I-I'm telling the…truth.”

Oh, he's got you so sensitive already. Being with Yoongi does that to you. You like him so, so much and being with him makes you so eager for his touches that whenever he finally gives them to you, you can barely even handle them. It feels so nice to be touched by Yoongi. Especially when he is as perfect and cute and amazing as he is tonight.

You slip your hand into his briefs, palming his cock.

“Wait”, he gasps, tensing up.

“What's wrong? Don’t want it?”

“No, is just that. Wanna be naked.”

He abandons you for just a second as he wiggles out of his briefs. You do the same, watching him with the biggest heart eyes ever. Whatever was in the wine tonight made him brave. You are so giddy. Normally it takes Yoongi at least an hour of sex to feel safe enough to undress and now he is doing it willingly during foreplay. He is so perfect when he is like that.

Yoongi drops into the sheets and shimmies back to you. You roll to your side, kissing his lips with sighs of his name. Yoongi purrs, kissing you back with a dizzy head. It happens naturally that his hand slips back between your legs. You lift your leg, draping it over his hips to give him better access. Yoongi buries his fingers back in your pussy, forcing a shudder to run through you.

“Feels so good”, you whisper.

“Good, you’re so pretty”, he whispers.

“Yoongi.”

“What's it?”

“Yoongi, you feel so good”, you sigh, gazing into his eyes.

He seems mesmerised by you, eyes racing between yours.

“I'm so drunk”, he whispers.

“Me too”, you snicker.

“You're not real. I'm so drunk, you can’t be real”, he lulls.

“Does that feel real?” you ask him, wrapping your fingers around his cock. You give him slow strokes up and down as best as possible in the position, putting more pressure each time you reach his tip.

“Y-yeah”, Yoongi croaks, squeezing his eyes shut, "oh god", he huffs out and whimpers softly.

“It's real, Yoongs”, you promise him.

“You's real”, he sighs, throbbing in your hand, “I'm so lucky”, he adds in a barely there whisper.

“I'm lucky too”, you breathe, closing your eyes as you fall into the sensation.

Soft moans, gasps for air, sounds of eager touches. The room fills with the melodies of your pleasure, mixing with the ruffling of sheets and the sounds of kissing each time one of you steals a kiss or two. You both know you won’t be able to orgasm soon. You are too drunk for that. But you don’t mind because it’s so goddamn amazing to be close and to touch each other and to feel those nice tingles of a loving hand for as long as you want to. You don’t want to climax because being with each other like that, all dizzy and droopy and bursting with happiness, is the best reward ever.

Yoongi stubs you with his nose, calling your attention. Your eyes meet. He looks so droopy. His face is glowing now that you are sharing so much heat with each other.

“Finger me”, he lulls.

Your hand around his cock falters.

“I'm sorry?” you gasp.

“Want your fingers up my butt. Please”, he begs, wiggling his hips.

“Hot. What the hell? Hot?”

“Please?”

“Uh heck yeah? This is the hottest thing you ever said. Let me just get the lube.”

You hate that you have to end the amazing thing you currently had going on, but this is more important. Yoongi never asks for things. At least not for himself. He'll take what you give him, but he will never ask for more. Even while you are doing something he won’t ask for another spot to be touched and you are left figuring it out yourself by accidentally touching his favourite spots and making his body shake involuntarily. So to have him ask you to do something to him, especially butt stuff, makes you want to squeal. This is the best night ever.

Yoongi is on his back once you return, welcoming you back by grabbing your waist and scrunching his nose up.

“I can't believe you're letting me do that to you.”

“Want it so bad”, Yoongi says and opens his legs, “is that good? Want another position?”

“No. No, it’s perfect. You’re perfect”, you say, having to kiss him because otherwise you would have exploded in emotion. He is the best person ever.

Yoongi kisses you back, mewling quietly.

“You're so perfect. My perfect man”, you mumble, feeling him up desperately.

Yoongi barely handles the touches, writhing under you with flutters in his tummy. His skin is so sensitive. Your palm is so soft and warm. He can’t handle how good you make him feel.

The kiss breaks once you reach his inner thighs, Yoongi has more important things to do. Like gasp your name and part his pouty lips. His skin feels electric wherever you touch it.

“The prettiest. You’re so pretty”, you praise, “and soft. Why are you so soft?”

“I'm soft”, he repeats, wiggling his toes.

“Yeah you are. Wanna keep squeezing you”, you say, squishing his inner thigh right next to his cock.

Yoongi keens, parting his legs more. It tickles, but also feels intense. His cock begins aching because of it, yearning for a touch.

You don’t give it to him, which he dislikes at first until he can feel your touch on his balls. You massage them gently, forcing the warmest sparks to course through his tummy.

“Except for there. You’re so hard”, you say, squeezing them until it hurts.

Yoongi gasps, opening his legs further. His balls feel like bursting.

Slap.

“Mo-oh my god”, he chokes out and arches his back.

“That was a reward for being so cute”, you tell him.

“Want it again”, he begs, touching your tummy with shaky fingers. He scratches your skin softly, “please.”

And because he is so adorable right now, you can’t deny him. You slap his balls a second time, ending it with a harsh squeeze.

Yoongi moans in gratefulness, letting his eyes fall closed by rolling them back first.

“You're so sexy like this. Fuck, Yoongi”, you rasp, spanking him one last time before moving on to a new spot. You know better than to keep going. Yoongi can - and did - cum from cock torture and you don’t want this to happen. Yet.

Yoongi wants to complain at first, but doesn’t when he feels your fingers brush against his hole. Just once and nothing more than a feather light touch. He is so sensitive that it felt a million times more intense however. He chases you, tilting his hips to make it easier for you. He drops them again the second you touch him, veins filling with tingles.

You put more pressure than last time, drawing circles.

“Feels so good”, he sighs, seeking you by rolling his head to the side. Like this he can almost bury his face in your tits.

“And I haven’t even started yet”, you whisper, sending shivers down his spine. You sound so confident. Yoongi feels dizzy. You are so hot like this.

Your touch retreats for a moment. A click lets Yoongi know that you are covering your fingers in lube. Another click as you close the bottle then you touch his rim.

“Ah”, he gasps, twitching in surprise.

“Sorry, was that too cold?”

“No, is good”, he says, shivering when you begin moving, “is so good. You so good.”

“You're so sensitive”, you put the slightest sound of teasing into your voice, making Yoongi huff out air.

He flusters way too easily. He can’t bear to be teased. Especially not tonight when his senses are so heightened because of the booze. Of course he is sensitive. He danced with you and kissed you and you called him handsome so many times. He had to get sensitive. It was unavoidable.

“Now take a deep breath for me”, you whisper.

Yoongi obeys, releasing it a second later despite his efforts. He can’t help it, your finger is in his ass and that feels so good.

“Slipped right in. Wow my Boongie, you’re so greedy, aren’t you?”

He nods his head vigorously.

“Love your finger. Is so good.”

“Of course you do”, you whisper, moving it in and out of him slowly. To get him used to it. To feel him up. To enjoy his tight warmth for as long as possible.

“Don't stop”, he whispers, adding a breathy “please” as he widens his eyes at you. His pouty lips are parted and his sparkly eyes widened. He looks so cute right now.

“Oh my Boongie, you’re so cute”, you giggle, scrunching your nose up before leaning down and rubbing the tip of your nose against his’. His eyes flutter closed, a sigh slips past his lips, “my dearest love”, you whisper, curling your finger in search for his favourite spot.

“Good, is good it’s- ah, a-ah”, Yoongi gets out, voice pitched in surprised pleasure.

“There? Right there?” you ask, massaging the spot inside of him.

Yoongi opens his legs, thighs twitching involuntarily. He purrs deeply, scrunching his nose up as he nods his head.

“Yeah, right there”, you rasp, drinking in his expression, “you're taking me so well, my prince.”

It is fascinating just how tight and warm he feels around you. Truly, Yoongi’s warmth is so addicting and quite frankly, adorable as well. You realised that whenever he is close to you and he feels especially happy, he becomes warmer than on normal days. As if your presence in itself gives him enough nutrition for his body to heat up. You love to cuddle him whenever that happens, which results in Yoongi purring happily and becoming even warmer.

“You're burning up, love”, you whisper, kissing his temple.

“Feels so good”, Yoongi sighs, “one more, please.”

You slip your ring finger inside, eliciting a raspy purr from him. It vibrates deep in his chest and is filled with his honest bliss.

“Like this?”

He nods his head, cock twitching angrily as you scissor your fingers.

“You're so tight, I’m surprised that you can take me.”

Yoongi peels his eyes open, frowning at you.

“What?” you ask in a chuckle.

“Don't slutshame me.”

“Slutshame you?” You snort, “what are you talking about?”

Yoongi closes his eyes, “shut up.”

“No, no I'm not. Are you telling me that you’re my slut? Mhm Yoongi? Is that it?”

“No it’s not. Stop. Take your fingers out. I don’t want it.”

“No? You don’t? So if I do this, you don��t want it?” you challenge, curling your fingers against his prostate. You begin massaging it, forcing him to gasp and shudder.

You get to your knees between his legs and wrap your hand around his cock.

“And if I do this, you don’t want it?” you taunt, jerking him off quickly as you continue fingering his greedy bum. Quick and hard, just like you jerk off his leaking cock. It’s what deserves for pretending that he isn’t into it.

Yoongi squeaks and grips your hand with trembling fingers. He writhes, thighs trying to close in a desperate attempt to flee from the harsh fingering. It’s too much, Yoongi doesn’t know how to handle it. It feels too good.

“Mhm? If I do this, you don’t want it? Mhm?” you challenge with hunger in your eyes. He is shaking so much, it’s so cute. His bum looks so good taking the harsh finger fuck, his cock is all twitchy and leaky.

“___”, Yoongi gasps and lets out a loud “ah” followed by a whiney moan. He is trying so hard to get your hand to stop, weak fingers barely closing around your wrist.

“So cute. You’re so cute when you're shaking. You’re such a cute, little slut, Yoongi love. Such a cutie”, you coo, forcing his cock to leak all over your fingers.

“Please not so, so fast”, he begs, squeezing your wrist weakly.

“Why?”

“Cum”, he gets out and arches his back with a whiney little sound escaping him.

He feels fucked. Your fingers are so fast and know exactly where to touch. It’s like you're already fucking him. That, mixed with the dizziness of the booze and Yoongi swears he is going to crumble any second now.

“Please slow”, he begs, gasping for air.

“Cute”, you rasp and slow down, but only so you could take him into your mouth. Yoongi arches off the mattress, fingers twisting the sheets and cute hole squeezing around your digits. You are fucking them in and out of him slowly and to their fullest, giving Yoongi a taste of how it feels to be stretched out over and over again. He takes you so well, sounding oh so perfect doing it.

“No please”, he gasps, “___, please”, he whimpers, throbbing in your mouth.

He tastes so good. Like desperation and pleasure. You love it so much, slurping it up hungrily. His cock fits down your throat so nicely. Yoongi normally hates it when you deep throat him. Not because he dislikes the feeling, on the contrary he loves it, but because he is always scared that he will make you gag and therefore uncomfortable. He doesn’t have to worry about that tonight, because you are drunk. And when you are drunk, your gag reflex ceases to exist. It’s probably the added boost of confidence. You won’t ever complain, it feels so fucking empowering to be able to take his entire cock down your throat without needing to gag.

Yoongi is appreciating it as well, thighs trembling like crazy and hole pulsating around your fingers.

“You're really un-unfair”, he stutters, punching up the sheets with his toes as he curls them. Nothing else helps. He is getting his ass fingered and his cock throat fucked. He wasn’t ready for what he bargained for when he asked you to finger him. You are too good and way too eager to destroy him.

You slip off of him, allowing your drool to drip down on him. It runs down his veiny shaft until it soils his dark pubes, marking him as your property.

“So you don’t want this?” you rasp, playing with your spit, “mhm? You don’t want any of it?”

Yoongi swallows heavily, recovering for a short moment with quick pants for air.

You pull your fingers out, anticipating his reaction.

“No”, he whines breathily, “no, back. Please back”, he whispers and you hear him.

You do. But you want to tease him. You press your wet fingers against his soft rim, drawing slow circles on it. It’s remarkable how relaxed and loosened up he already feels.

“Back”, he breathes.

“Mhm? What was that? I couldn’t hear you”, you tease.

Yoongi places his hands on the back of your head, pushing you down shyly. He bucks his hips up, hitting your nose with his cock. It makes you giggle because it was funny to be nudged with his cock.

“Please”, he whispers.

“You're so fucking cute”, you gush, taking him back into your mouth. He glides over your tongue until your throat hugs him tightly. Only then, do you stuff your fingers back into him, using your wrist to control the movements. Deep and quickened and just enough to force him to twitch inside your mouth over and over again. You moan deliciously and begin bopping your head up and down, going fast because it makes him whine so cutely.

Yoongi grips the sheets again, hitting his head against the pillow twice before he decides to arch his back instead.

“More fingers please”, he begs, shaking when you purr around his cock. Deeply and deliciously. The stretch of his hole which follows makes him shake again. You listened, now burying your pointer finger in his butt as well. Deep and so thick. Your fingers in that position stretch him out so much.

“___”, Yoongi moans, “___ please. Please.”

Yoongi is awkward. About literally everything, but especially about his sexuality. Now. He never looked for labels or definitions. If a person attracts him sexually then so be it, he never cared about what was between their legs or what that would make him. He does care about how he fucks however, what he receives and how he receives it. Because receiving is hard for him, especially butt stuff. He doesn’t let anyone other than you close to this part of his body. It’s too intimate, makes him too vulnerable and requires a level of trust only you – and maybe Jungkook – achieved. So yes, Yoongi is awkward about butt stuff. Even if he loves it so much. So, so much. But this right here? This right here makes him want to keep begging you and act like a complete slut. This is the endgame. The real deal and he is burning up.

“Thank you”, he croaks, thighs shaking each time you fuck your fingertips against his prostate.

You moan around his cock, sending sparks through his veins. He is too sensitive.

“I'm gonna- ah”, he gasps, gripping your hair and twisting it desperately, “you're making me cum”, he croaks, relaxing his muscles in preparation for the warmest most amazing high ever.

Stop.

Pain and suffering.

Agony.

Yoongi has to sob and writhe.

You stopped.

Slipped off his cock, removed your fingers. They are gripping his thighs now, forcing him to stay open even if all he wants to do is close his legs and rub them together.

You laugh. Tauntingly and with enough craze in it to make Yoongi’s skin crawl in hot, dumb pleasure.

“You didn’t actually think that I'd let you cum did you?” you ask and laugh, “oh Yoongi, you’re so gullible.”

Yoongi whines and wraps his fingers around his cock, trying to jerk it off. Anything please.

Slap!

You slapped them away instantly.

“Ah”, he gasps, peeling his eyes open just in time to watch you place yourself atop of him. His legs, you force to stay open by keeping his thighs thrown over yours. Like this, your crotch is pressed right against his ass, taunting him because there is no cock inside him but all he wants is for you to stuff him with your strap.

His grabby, misbehaving hands you pin right above his head, digging your fingers into him in a strong grip.

“Keep those hands where they belong. Hear me?” you growl.

Yoongi rarely falls into subspace. Entering that state means giving up control and letting another person see the part of him he is most ashamed of. He thinks there is nothing wrong with wanting to be like that when other people want it, but he thinks it’s embarrassing when he wants to be like that. You however make it easy to fall. And fun. And quite frankly you make him love every fucking second of it. He feels so tiny and weak and that’s all he wants right now. That and your strap.

“Yeah”, he gets out.

“You do? So why did you try to touch yourself, mhm?”

“I'm a slut”, he lulls, going dizzy under your piercing gaze.

“No, that’s not it is it? Tell me the truth.”

Yoongi shakes his head, earning himself an aggressive roll of your hips. He mewls, wishing for another one.

“Tell me Yoongi, tell me.”

“I'm a brat”, he keens, rubbing himself against you by wiggling his hips needily. He needs the friction, needs to feel as if you are already fucking him. Oh god, it doesn’t feel the same. Yoongi wants to cry, why doesn’t it feel the same? He needs to be fucked so bad.

“Exactly. You’re a brat”, you rasp, abandoning his wrists to scratch down his arms.

Yoongi keeps them above his head naturally, mewling your name with closed eyes. He opens them a second later when you slap his face and therefore surprise him. They are widened and glassy, looking at you with so much submission burning in them. You slap his other cheek, gripping his face right afterwards. Your fingers dig into his cheeks as you keep him hostage.

“Don't look at me like that. It makes me feel bad that I had to slap you”, you rasp, forcing even more submission into his droopy gaze. “What's wrong?” the question may be of nurturing nature, but Yoongi knows your true intentions behind it. This is to mock him, to force him to voice his wishes even if it embarrasses him so, so much. He wants to kiss the ground you walk on. You are so mean and perfect.

“Fuck me”, he gets out, feeling his cheeks heat up instantly.

“That's not very polite of you, is it?”

“Fuck me please. Please. Please fuck me”, he begs, trembling desperately. He wants to burst, he is so embarrassed and weak and fucking sensitive. He should stop humping you like a needy dog, because it makes him want to cum but he can’t stop. It feels so good to grind against you.

“There we go. That’s better”, your features soften in fondness, “you’re so perfect when you’re being my good boy”, you praise, releasing his cheeks to instead caress them gently.

There you go again. Messing with him. To go from slapping his face and calling him a slutty brat to caressing his cheeks and calling him your good boy. Yoongi can’t handle it. He felt so perfectly degraded only to be lifted and be made feeling like the most treasured person on earth. He is too drunk and giddy for that.

Yoongi whines and throws his hands over his face, kicking the sheets.

“Please just do it, why are you so mean?” he mewls.

“Why?” you giggle, tugging his hands away to beam at him, “why are you so shy, huh? It’s just me.”

“Yeah, it’s you. Exactly”, he pouts.

Your eyes soften. You rest your chin on his hands as you hold them.

“You’re so cute”, you whisper, stubbing him with your nose. Yoongi closes his eyes, chasing you with a tilt of his head. You stay, whispering the words against his lips, “do you wanna be my good boy and get the strap for me, mhm?”

He nods his head in obedience.

“Good boy, such a good boy”, you praise, rolling off of him, “off you go, get my strap”, you order him and as Yoongi climbs out of bed, you can’t help yourself and slap his butt just once.

“Hey”, he complains, pouting at you with furrowed brows.

“You’re so cute”, you snicker, giving him the biggest heart eyes.

He huffs out air and turns his back to you to waddle to your sextoy dresser instead. He takes out his strap of choice and waddles back to bed. You watch him with a fond grin on your face, stifling a giggle because his walk is rather hilarious.

“Don’t look at me. I hate walking with a boner”, he whines, making you laugh.

“I think you look cute”, you say, “you’re swaying so much, my love. Are you really drunk?”

He falls atop your lap, rubbing himself against you. He nods his head, humming deeply.

“I’m drunk too”, you say.

“I wanna fuck”, he whines, “please put it on. Why are you taking so long?”

“Oh excuse me that I can’t really move when you’re plopping yourself down on me”, you laugh, pinching his sides.

Yoongi giggles, writhing away, “don’t tickle me”, he whines, rolling off of you. You chase him instantly, gripping his waist just to tickle him more. He laughs squeakily, pushing at your chest, “please stop. I hate it.”

“Sorry, sorry”, you snicker, caressing his waist instead, “I couldn’t resist. I love it so much when you laugh.”

“Put it on please”, he begs with burning cheeks. Truly, he is adorable. You realised by now that Yoongi gets those really pink cheeks when he's drunk. Paired with his naturally shy blush and he looks beyond adorable.

“I am, I am”, you say, slipping on the harness. You make sure that everything sits in place, sighing happily because it grinds against your clit all nicely. You are going to love using it, that much is for sure. You climb back on bed, “done, you- eeek”, you squeak in surprise as Yoongi grips you by your shoulders and throws you into the sheets.

He climbs on top of you, intertwining his fingers with you and pinning your hands above your head. Like this, his long hair is hanging into his face, framing his glowing features.

“Wanna ride you”, he confesses, grinding against your tummy.

“Hot”, you whisper, gawking at him with a dizzy head.

“So stay please”, he begs, widening his eyes.

“Okay. I’ll stay”, you whisper, having to smile, “you're so perfect, my prince.”

“You too”, he says, stealing one kiss from you and then he shimmies down your body, sitting down on your lap. He reaches for the lube bottle and opens it with one hand as the other is busy feeling up your strap.

He spills the lube all over it, lips curling into a dirty smirk as he begins jerking it off while his other hand grips your waist, thumb tracing your tummy.

“You're so fucking hard”, he rasps, leaning over you so his hair was hanging all into his face again. He places his hand right next to your head, lowering his eyes playfully, “you're so fucking into me, aren’t you?”

“Uuuh…yeah?” you let out a breathy laugh, “what the hell is happening? Where's my shy Yoongi Boongie gone?”

“He left”, Yoongi says and laughs, kissing you midsmile which results in him biting your lower lip and tugging on it until you moan, “wanna eat you up. Fuck, I can’t wait to get your strap.”

“You're so hot”, you squeak out, head feeling dizzy in disbelief.

“I know”, Yoongi says nonchalantly and straightens up, placing his hand on your tummy for support. He lifts himself, shimmying up your body until your strap was aligned with his hole. He grinds on your tip back and forth, half-lidded eyes glued to your face. “Wanna take you so bad, princess.”

“Then do it”, you rasp, gripping his hips and giving them a little push down.

Yoongi lets you, widening his stance so he could take you easier. The bulbous head breaches him after a second of struggle, forcing an audible gasp out of him.

“Now I’m in. There we go”, you say, caressing his tensing thighs, “how's that, love?”

Yoongi sinks down further, placing both his hands on your tummy. Like this, his fingers are tickling your sides nicely. He huffs out air loudly, scrunching his nose up.

“How's that, mhm?”

“Good”, he croaks and bottoms out, arching his back just so his ass sticks out. His lips curl into a dirty smirk, eyes falling closed, “fuck yeah”, he rasps, chasing your girth with smooth rolls back and forth, “ah fuck. Yes, princess. Fuck princess…”

“You're so hot, I can’t believe that you’re real”, you get out, feeling dizzy. He is rubbing the strap against your clit each time he moves his hips. You are not missing out on any of the sensations, that much is sure.

“Fuck. That feels so good”, he moans, straightening up and tensing his tummy. He begins moving up and down on your cock, not wasting any second with going slow. He is drunk, dumb and horny. And free. He feels so fucking free right now. No self doubt, insecurities and mean voices in his head telling him that he is ugly. Just silence, pleasure and loud voices telling him how much of a sexy motherfucker he is riding your cock. And he wants it. Wants the rush of confidence it gives him, chasing you with fast movements.

“You're so hot, holy fuck, you’re so hot”, you pant, gawking at him with a racing heart.

Your words only encourage him to keep bouncing on you. He doesn’t care about how loud he sounds doing it, he doesn’t care about what faces he is making or how his cock moves. He'd ruin the moment on other nights, questioning every single thing, but not tonight. Tonight he is free and desperate for more. More. More. More. Give him more. Make him fall freely. More.

“Keep going, holy fuck, you’re so hot”, you praise, slapping his bouncing cock.

“A-ah”, Yoongi’s hips falter. He looks at you with ruby eyes. Your gazes meet, electric sparks course through your veins at the connection. “again”, he orders, fucking his hips into your palm.

“You drive me insane", you rasp, spanking his pretty cock.

“Yes”, Yoongi throws his head back, bouncing on your strap within seconds. Hard and fast and with the intent to not stop any time soon. That’s what he needs. Pain and pleasure. It’s the same thing to him and drives him absolutely insane.

Moaning his name, you spank his cock a third time, watching in delight as this makes it leak. You wrap your fingers around him, spreading the hot slick all over his length.

“Please continue, feels so fucking good”, Yoongi begs, dropping his head back in synch with his hands slamming down on your thighs. Like this, he is grinding on your strap more than he bounces, but the desperate freedom in his movements remains. He is making sure that his hole will remember tonight. That much is sure.

Wet squelching joins the slapping of skin and Yoongi’s unapologetic moaning, mixing with your mewls and the sound of you jerking him off.

“Leaky boy, you’re so wet for me”, you taunt, holding his cock just so you can spank the tip with your other hand.

Yoongi trembles, squeezing your thighs. He whimpers, chasing the pain with desperate hips.

“There we go, keep leaking for me. Love that so much”, you praise, rewarding him with a merciless slap to his cockhead followed by you jerking him off with two hands.

“I’m cumming”, Yoongi gasps, “I'm cumming, I’m cu- ah!” he yelps, releasing all over your torso as he thrusts into your fists. It lands on parts of your face as well, feeling hot on your skin.

“Yes Yoongi, yes”, you growl, forcing him to shake uncontrollably by jerking him off quickly, “cum for me. You perfect slut, cum for me. That’s it, shake for me. Love it when you do.”

Yoongi writhes, slamming his hands into the pillow on each side of your head.

“Fuck”, he hisses, following it up with a throaty mewl and his lips curling back to reveal his exposed fangs. He chases you. Harsh and fast. His hole is so tight, his cock so sensitive and yet he can’t stop. He can barely even think. All he runs on, is pleasure. It feels so good. He never felt like this before. Is this what he could have if only his own head wasn’t holding him back so much? Is this how sex could feel like?

Yoongi slams his hips down on you over and over again, drooling from his parted lips because that’s what he does when he feels too good. It normally only happens when he eats your pussy, but tonight you’ve fucked him into complete dumb pleasure.

You don’t mind that he is dripping onto your face, gazing up at him with droopy, foggy eyes. You have never seen him like that. So utterly lost to the pleasure. He has no idea how much this fuels you, how you are shaking in bliss because it feels like a dream come true to have him act so freely.

Your right hand moves around his cock, while your left runs up to his chest. You pinch his nipple, rolling it between your fingers afterwards.

“___”, Yoongi moans, squeezing his eyes shut, “___, I’m yours”, he pants, throbbing in your hand.

“Yeah you are. Fuck, you’re mine. Fuck, Yoongi I can’t stop cumming you’re so hot”, you growl, shaking again because his words just felt too good to hear.

“___, I’m cumming too”, he croaks, scrunching his nose up, “you're milking me”, he adds and groans, climaxing all over your tits and neck.

“I’m milking you?” you gasp, laughing breathily, “oh my fucking god, keep talking like that and I’ll break you.”

“___”, he moans, fucking his pulsating hole through the tightness. His prostate feels on fire and yet he can’t stop. This feels so good. You feel so good.

Yoongi straightens up and grips your thighs again, showing you his fangs as he throws his head back with an agape mouth.

“___ I’m yours!” he moans loudly, arching his back. His cock is leaking like crazy. His white milky pleasure is running down your tummy by now, soaking the sheets. And yet he can’t stop, leaking continuously as he fucks himself stupid on your strap.

“Holy fuck”, you choke out, “holy fuck, you’re so hot”, you whimper, spilling tears, “Yoongi, my Yoongi, you’re my Yoongi”, you sob, gripping his cock.

“I'm yours”, he moans deliciously, “spank me, please.”

You grant him his wish instantly, spanking his throbbing cock.

“Again”, Yoongi demands, chasing your hand.

Slap!

“Again”, he growls, clenching around your strap. He can’t get enough of being fucked and spanked and milked. He wants it so bad. Needs it like air.

Slap!

“Yes! Again.”

“Yoongi, you’re leaking like crazy”, you rasp, voice trembling in pleasure. You spank his cockhead, rubbing your palm against it afterwards.

“Yes, again please again”, he begs, convulsing on you with trembling thighs.

Slap!

“Holy fuck, you’re making me cum”, Yoongi laughs darkly, ending it with an audible gasp and an aggressive, “fuck.”

He arches his back, shifting your strap deeper into him. He hasn't noticed it yet, but like this you can see your cock inside of him. It is bulging his tummy, moving each time he bounces on you.

“Yoongi”, you moan, “Yoongi, why are you so hot?” you keen, spanking his cock with all the love you have for him. You can’t believe that he is real. And that the universe aligned your paths, “I'm so lucky. So fucking lucky”, you say, digging your thumb into his belly bulge in synch with your hand connecting with his cock in a slap.

“Woah”, Yoongi gasps, holding your wrist, “woah, woah, woah.”

“Feel that? That’s my cock moving inside you”, you taunt, grinding against his bulge.

“Holy shit”, Yoongi croaks, squeezing his thighs around your hips.

“Yeah that’s it. Feel it. That's how deep I go”, you growl, slamming your hips into him as best as the position allows you to.

“You're making me…cum. ___, I can’t stop”, Yoongi chokes out, shaking in anticipation.

“You're so hot, holy shit", you spit, fucking him angrily. You need him cumming again, need him to continue making a mess on you.

“Yes, yes, yes”, Yoongi chants, chasing you, “now. Now. Ah, now- ah!”

You can feel his high hitting him. You can’t believe it’s real, but you do. His tummy tenses and begins convulsing, taking your cock with hungry ease.

“Fuck, I can feel you cumming”, you growl, digging your thumb deeper into his belly, “you’re so hot.”

“A-ah”, Yoongi lets out and flinches, “no. No. Nonono why?” he sobs and comes to a stop abruptly, forcing you to lift your eyes. He is gawking at you, lips pouted and eyes sad. His hands are on your stomach, fumbling nervously.

“What's wrong?” you ask him, “don’t wanna make yourself cum anymore, mhm?”

Yoongi blinks rapidly, parting his lips.

“What's wrong?”

“I healed”, he confesses.

You furrow your brows in confusion.

“I'm sober.”

“Ah”, you understand immediately. His powers healed him. The sobering up process, which takes normal humans many many hours, is sped up for Yoongi. Which means he is clear in the head again and self-conscious. And being on top of your lap with your strap inside of him after he fucked himself senseless is not his preferred comfort place to be.

You sit up, forcing him to tilt his head back in order not to headbutt you. Your lips are almost touching, your bodies are grinding against each other, smearing his cum everywhere.

“So? Means I gotta fuck you dumb again”, you rasp, eyes pinning him down, “I wanna fucking ruin you.”

He widens his eyes. You grab his hips and force them to move. Back and forth in smooth rolls, forcing your strap to grind against his sensitive insides.

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut, falling around you in a tight hug. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, his chest is melted with yours and his hard cock is rubbing between your stomachs.

“Oh god”, he gets out, shuddering desperately.

“That's it, my prince, hold me close”, you whisper and wrap your arms around him, hugging him close, “don’t stop now, you fucking love it so much. Hold me baby, hold me.”

Yoongi thanks you with little moans and stuttering hips, fingers twisting in your hair and parted lips moving against your neck.

He is naked with you. Naked, hot and bursting in pleasure. And now you are hugging. Yoongi is actually able to feel your naked skin against his own as you make him drown in pleasure. He is in paradise. He gets to hug you naked. You are hugging. And he is sober for it. Which means, he'll actually remember it tomorrow.

“Please don’t stop”, he begs, chasing you with growing desperation. He can’t help himself. It feels so good to have you inside him.

“I won’t, my love”, you promise him, bending your legs so he can sit even more comfortably.

Yoongi arches his back, moaning each time his little bubble butt connects with your lap. The position forces your strap to go so deep. Yoongi feels fulfilled in ways that still feel like a dream to him.

“Such a good boy, you’re doing so well”, you praise him, caressing his hips. He tingles because of it, chasing you with even more eagerness. He has more leverage like that. When he was riding you, he didn’t really have a lot of support and Yoongi fucking loved it, but this right here is on a whole other level. To be able to lean against you, to rest against your body and find support in your hug gives him so much comfort. Comfort, but also the opportunity to move on your strap like he needs to. Fast and desperate. Yoongi bends his legs, hooking them behind you and begins moving like he needs to.

“Please don’t stop”, he begs you, drooling all over your shoulder, “oh god, it feels so good.”

“Yeah it does. You fuck me so good, love. So fucking amazing”, you rasp, rubbing his round buttocks in an encouraging manner.

Yoongi hates being a vampire. There is no denying that. He hates it so much, except for when he has sex with you and his powers make him feel everything a million times more intensely. That’s when he fucking loves his nature. That and when his instincts kick in and force him to act against his will in the best way possible. Like rut against you as if he was an animal in heat for example. Or drool all over you because his head tells him that it was feeding time, but he forces his body to feed on something other than blood. Your warmth and the pleasure only you can give him. It tastes so much better than any amount of blood could ever taste.

Yoongi fucks fast and hard once his instincts kick in. The gluttonous, insatiable hunger for whatever addictive substance his body got a taste from takes control of him and makes him its puppet. And that substance was your strap tonight. Your strap and the deafening amount of pleasure you make him feel with it.

Yoongi may be sober again, but mentally he is completely and utterly busted. Intoxicated on the instinctive urge to fuck and rut and ruin his little hole. Your loving hug and comforting warmth encourage him to go even harder.

“I can’t stop”, he croaks, trembling harshly, “I can’- ah, stop.”

“That's so fucking hot. You’re so hot, my love”, you moan, feeling lightheaded. He is moving the strap over your clit as he bounces on your length. Mixing that with the sound of his needy fuck and you are this close to giving up, “you feel so good, Yoongi. So good.”

“You. Too. Ah”, he gets out, breaking his lips away from your neck to instead cup your cheek and pull you into a messy tongue kiss.

You kiss him back gladly, loving every fucking second of it even it is oh so sloppy. Saliva gets mixed, loud moans exchanged and tongues shoved down throats. Truly, this is the kiss between two people utterly lost in the pleasure they give each other. It is nasty and it is fucking glorious. Breaks for air are scattered throughout the kiss, Yoongi uses the opportunities to curse and moan your name. You use the opportunities to praise him and call him handsome.

“Oh god, fuck”, Yoongi croaks, moaning weakly when you run your fingers under his lips.

“You’re drooling so much”, you rasp, forcing him to drool even more.

“Feels so good”, he whimpers, resting his forehead against yours. He knows that he is drooling. His entire chin is covered in it. It’s so embarrassing to him, but you fuck him so hard that he doesn’t even mind right now. Even in his sober state, he doesn’t care. You have him dumb and stupid on your strap, chasing his high because that’s all he wants.

“Spank me”, he begs, “please ___, please.”

“Spank you”, you repeat, “fuck Yoongi, you drive me insane”, you moan, connecting your hand with his bubble butt.

“Aa-ah”, Yoongi lets out, convulsing on top of you.

“Like this? Mhm? Is that what you want?” you taunt, landing another spank.

“Yes”, he mewls, “oh ___”, he sobs, falling around your neck. He hides his face in your shoulder, fighting for air as his body moves all on its own. It is sloppy and uncoordinated, but makes him feel so good.

“Good boy”, you praise, spanking him harshly, “you’re my good boy. Such a good boy.”

It burns so much. Yoongi sobs and forces his lips to lift from your shoulder. He guides his trembling hand to his own mouth and bites down hard. If he hadn’t, he would have ended up biting you instead and that would have made him hate himself forever. So he bites his own hand, moans muffled and body trembling like crazy.

You haven’t noticed it yet, enjoying the tighter hug he gives you and spanking his pretty butt.

“Eeh”, Yoongi squeaks, jerking into you, “hgngeng”, he lets out, coming undone from the pain and pleasure. One last time, but this time feels so good that Yoongi starts squirting all over your bodies, clawing at you because quite frankly he is a little scared of what happens to him.

You join him in his wet bliss with a pounding head, holding him so close that you could honestly merge with him.

“Holy fuck that feels so good”, you whimper, moving your hips into him needily.

Just five more strokes and then Yoongi begins flinching in discomfort, tapping your back in panic. He releases his hand, gasping loudly.

“No more”, he begs, “I can’t anymore.”

“Mhm love”, you purr, slowing down your movements until you come to a stop.

Yoongi grows heavy on your lap, flinching and twitching as he recovers. You are both so fucking sweaty, but still hold each other tighter. It’s all you need right now. To hug as you recover. No words need to be spoken – quite frankly neither of you could – and no touches need to be exchanged. Just a hug. One honest, loving hug which says everything the two of you can’t say right now.

You feel sobered up as well. Not a lot, because you are still really dizzy, but the needy fucking definitely helped your mind clear up a little. You still feel ruined though, but that’s only because Yoongi always does that to you. You finally find strength in your arm, running your hand up and down his lower back. Just a little, on the area of where his tailbone and his buttocks meet. His skin is covered in goosebumps instantly.

“Nobody gets me like you do”, Yoongi whispers, voice completely ruined.

“I feel the same, my love”, you breathe, nuzzling your nose into his neck.

“Did I actually do that?”

“You did”, you smile, caressing his hip, “you were amazing.”

“What’s wrong with me?”

“Hush, don’t start like this. You feel good right now, don’t you?”

“Yeah, so good.”

“Then don’t ruin it with stupid questions. You know that your brain’s mean. Don’t start believing it.”

“I know, sorry”, he whispers.

“It’s okay. You’re my most loved. You know that, don’t you?”

“I am?”

“You are, my love.”

“I love you too”, Yoongi breathes, hugging you tightly, “so fucking much.”

You giggle, squeezing him right back.

“Oh Yoongi Boongie, you are so sweet.”

He purrs, snuggling into you. He sighs, growing heavier on your lap.

“I’m done for”, he whispers.

“Yeah same. I have no idea how often I just orgasmed”, you say, making him chuckle.

“Same”, he says, wiggling his hips, “we’re so dirty.”

“Yeah I know”, you snicker, making him snicker as well.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks.

“Of course not”, you assure him, “why? Did you hurt yourself?”

“No. No, I was just asking because I lost control.”

“You did?” you gasp.

“Yeah”, he says and huffs out air, “felt so good, it’s not my fault”, he whispers in a little whine.

“So that’s how you lose control? Oh my fucking god Yoongi, you are so hot. What the hell?” you gasp, forcing him to lift his head just so you can smooch his lips.

He managed to lick them clean so you would have no idea that he bit himself, except for one little stain of blood on his chin. You wipe it away, furrowing your brows.

“Did you bite yourself?” you ask him.

“No?” he lowers his eyes, “shut up, you’re so mean. It’s your fault”, he whines with a pout.

“Wow okay, I see how it is”, you laugh, “fine, I’m taking all the blame, but I’m not regretting it. You were so hot”, you say, pecking his lips.

Yoongi grumbles, but smiles shyly, leaning into your touch with closed eyes. He looks utterly content with the situation.

“My pretty prince”, you whisper, grinning goofily, “I wanna eat you up.”

“Mhm”, he hums, wiggling his toes when you bite his cheek gently.

“So sweet”, you say, snickering, “also sweaty as fuck”, you say, smacking your lips.

“Ew, you’re so weird”, he whines, pushing at your chest gently, “why would you say that?”

“Why? It’s the truth”, you tease, laughing when he pulls a funny face because of it.

“I’m insecure, don’t say that”, he whispers, pouting cutely.

“Gosh, I’m sorry”, you caress his cheek, “I was only teasing, I don’t mind when you’re sweaty. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yeah”, he mumbles.

“Mhm good”, you peck his cheek, “still wanna take a shower together? I feel really sticky.”

“Give me two minutes. My legs are dead”, he says, sighing loudly, “seriously, they’re dead.”

“You’re so cute. Of course, take as much time as you need”, you say, “I think you just like sitting on my strap and you’re pretending that your legs are weak.”

Yoongi stays silent but huffs out air, making you snicker and pat his butt.

“Be quiet”, he mumbles, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“I am, I am”, you say, chuckling fondly.

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thepersonnamedsam · 1 year

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Hiii!:)

I was hoping I could request a song prompt for Charles with home by Edith Whiskers if possible?

Take all the time you need btw no rush!

Thank you :)

my home - cl16

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary: #5 from the songs prompt list with cl16

word count: 1k

warnings: mentions of sex, but nothing further

note: thank you for requesting

masterlist / prompt list / taglist

Alabama, Arkansas, I do love my Ma' and Pa' Not the way that I do love you

He was looking at you from afar, marveling about your beauty. You were truly out of his league. He doesn’t really remember how he first talked to you, but what he remembers is, that you looked so magical. And now three years later, you looked just as magical, if not more.

He loved you so much, wishing you would have had time to meet his late father. Pascale, his mother loves you, she loves you so much. She loves you like a daughter she never had. That’s what made you special, the love you received from all sides. Taking it all in and reflecting it ten times harder. Everybody loves you for that. Especially Charles.

Well, holy moly, me oh my, you're the apple of my eye Girl, I've never loved one like you

Time stops when he’s with you. He loves you like nothing else and receiving a love back, he’s never experienced before. It feels like you belong to him, some invisible string attaching you to one another. It’s meant to be.

Man, oh, man, you're my best friend, I scream it to the nothingness There ain't nothing that I need

You first met Charles at the Italian GP, having just celebrated your bachelor’s degree, your friends and you decided to make a short visit to the paddock of the formula one GP. You didn’t have any passes or anything that could take you in, you and your friends just stood outside the paddock and tried to find a way inside. That’s where he saw you the first time, laughing and giggling with your friends, sneaking around.

He wanted to have you as a friend. You seemed like so much fun, it’s crazy how much like fun you looked. So, with long strides he walked towards your friend group and talked to you. Six months later, you were best friends with the formula one driver and laughing and doing shit together.

Well, hot and heavy pumpkin pie, chocolate candy, Jesus Christ Ain't nothing please me more than you

And as you two grew much more together, it happened. You two had sex and it was the most that heaven was seen on earth. You two fit like a piece of puzzle. Made for each other and not leaving any space for something or someone else. At first you were scared it would ruin your good friendship, but as you laid there, panting heavily, kind of but also not regretting your choice, he kissed you with his perfect lips and told just how much you mean to him.

Oh, home, let me come home Home is wherever I'm with you

You moved together 8 months after you confessed your feelings to each other. And Charles always felt special after coming home from a race, because now he had a home to come back to.

Opening the door and shouting “Honey, I’m home!” was a dream come true for him. He always wished to have someone to come home to after a long week of racing. And now he had you, his home.

I'll follow you into the park, through the jungle, through the dark Girl, I never loved one like you

You attended as many races as you could, having to work it was difficult to make it possible. That’s why he accompanied you everywhere you went. If you had to work, he would sit in your office working on new strategies for the car. You always went to the gym together, never a time you didn’t.

Shopping? He was the first one to go with you. Or meeting your friends? He was happy that he could just sit at the table and hold your hand. He went everywhere with you, and you were more than fine with it, because you missed him just as much as he did.

He loved you like nothing else, and you were sure to show him that you loved him just as much.

Moats and boats and waterfalls, alleyways and pay phone calls I been everywhere with you

Your favorite thing to do during the breaks was travelling. Having Charles just for yourself and exploring all the beauty nature has to give. You went to the Maldives, Australia, Switzerland, Belgium, Thailand, Bali and many more countries. Seeing him relaxed and bathing in the sun, resting his eyes on the beach or washing his hair under a waterfall, it was perfect. Everything he did was perfect to you.

We laugh until we think we'll die, barefoot on a summer night Nothing new is sweeter than with you

But what the most perfect thing about your relationship was, was your carelessness; you danced with him in the rain. Walked barefoot down the street in the night just to still feel the warmth of the sun through the street. You laugh together, you cry together, and nothing is sweeter than your relationship with Charles.

You are his home, and he is yours. Feeling like this is meant to be and hoping it will never end. You and Charles are like a pair of socks, always best as a pair.

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #f1 #ferrari #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x female reader #formula one #f1 x reader #cl16 imagine #cl16 x reader

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Overboard - N. Horan Blurb

note: damn it feels good to be a gangster writing again holy moly does anybody still follow this account? summary: niall goes overboard for your birthday this year. (inspired by a similar event that happened for my actual birthday a couple of weeks ago). pairing: niall x gn!reader warnings: none wc: 507

“Hello there lover, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Niall’s voice was extra chipper when answering your phone call. The stares and whispers around the office all in credit to your (normally spacious) desktop being dwarfed by edible arrangements, extravagant floral displays, foil balloons, teddy bears, and small white note cards all with a single culprit’s signature printed at the bottom; each new thing pointed out by one of your colleagues makes the growing heat behind your cheeks that much hotter.

It’s safe to say your husband’s tone isn’t due to his morning cup of tea.

“Niall, what the hell?” You demand in a hiss.

“Woah, woah! What’s with the use of my government name? Where’s this sudden aggression coming from?” He’s playing coy, but all you can hear through the phone is how big his smile is growing.

“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?” Did he want to play coy? You could play the part just as well. He’s quiet and it's obvious that you’ve cornered him in his own trap.

“Just tell me, do you like the roses or lilies better? Because I was fightin’ day and night with myself on what to surprise you with.” His accent grows thicker in his question, and it leaves you frozen with the exception of a few hard blinks.

“So instead of choosing one flower, you decided to open a whole gift shop on my desk at work?” You pluck one of the plush toys teetering on the corner and cringe at the high voice that emanates from it. “I love you bear-y much!”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” You sigh with a shake of your head. At this point, you were finding it hard to keep your smile at bay. Each new detail you noticed encouraged the knots in your stomach to tighten and your love for the man on the phone to grow fonder.

“Who’re you telling? I didn’t know that thing talked!” Niall is now astonished by how he’d outdone himself.

“Just promise me this is all I’ll be getting today. I don’t think I can handle any more attention.” You plead.

“Well…” he starts.

“Niall…” your tone is on the fence of a warning, cueing his cheeky laugh to finally break free from his throat.

“I promise, I promise. No more surprises.” The reassurance he offers you is short-lived, though. Because the next thing you know…

“Is there a Y/N Y/L/N here?” A group of smiling patrons enters the building and is directed to you. As they march closer to where you are sitting, you can faintly make out the lettering on their shirts to be the uniform of a singing telegram service.

“Niall…” There is no room for mercy in your voice now. Your husband clears his throat.

“I should let you go, it sounds important. See you later, lover!” The phone call ends with a click and your mouth is agape as the choir proceeds into an extravagant rock ballad you would be scolding Niall for seeking out later.

#niall horan #nh #niall james horan #niall horan imagine #niall horan blurb #niall horan fanfiction #niall horan fluff #niall horan x reader #niall horan story #niall horan fic

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myunghology · 4 months

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— ✦ i see us, together, celebrating our anniversary.

featuring tsukasa suou x gn! reader

warnings none!!

genre + context fluff, reader finally answering tsukasa after he courted them for over a year!?! 😱 holy moly — written in 2nd pov!

a/n i kinda teared up making this. why can't someone treat me like how tsukasa suou treats reader. Head in hands

Almost everyone knew. No— probably everyone knew at this point that Tsukasa Suou was courting you. No one could ever miss the sweet acts he does for you everyday in school. Hell, maybe even outside of school if you will.

Tsukasa Suou; Your suitor who asked your parents personally if he could court you, to which he had 15 emotional breakdowns since he was too nervous, since if they don't allow him.. All of his plans to woo you will all be trampled down on. Luckily enough for him, your parents allowed him, though there would be serious consequences if he ever did something bad to you!

When he picks you up for school everyday— technically not him but his driver. While you say that it's too embarrassing, sulking around while Tsukasa finds an excuse for him to be the first one to see your pretty face in the morning.

And in addition to that; he never let's you sit alone at the back seat. When you try to open the door he reaches out to it and slams it shut back again before heading out in a hurry to open the door for you.

Whenever you two go out or are possibly in the same class, actually, no matter where you two are, he's always going to open the door first for you. He doesn't care if you want to open that door first because you want to be 'independent', he's already removing your hand from the door handle to open it first!

Whenever he proposes to go out somewhere nice, he always says, "Give me that, I'll take a picture of you." whenever you try to take a picture of yourself. It would be such a waste if you can't even see the beautiful background behind you in a picture, right?

Even if you don't ask, he already has multiple pictures of you on his phone whilst you sulk once again that you look bad in some of those pictures, asking him to delete them. Meanwhile he laughs, but complies. Though he is a bit sad that you say that about yourself! You always look gorgeous to him.

Tsukasa's wallpaper being the two of you at an aquarium pointing out sea animals, this picture could've never happened if he wasn't taking a picture of you himself, but then some sweet old couple offered to take this picture of you both since young love is so, so adorable.

Putting your foot on top of his knee because he noticed that your shoes were untied, kneeling down just to fix your shoe laces when you didn't even notice yourself that they were even untied in the first place.

Your other classmates have seen him carrying your heavy stuff for school projects to the classroom; even if you two aren't in the same class. Everytime he insists, you automatically turn him down saying that you can carry it yourself. Can you really, though?

He still ends up bringing them no matter how much you tell him that you don't mind bringing them yourself and that him picking you up and dropping you off at your house are already good enough and that he doesn't have to do anything more.

But even so, he probably doesn't care. It's his duty as a knight— specifically your knight to always be by your side to help you. Even when you're not together— he still checks up on you through texts or calls.

He is your suitor, but it is an unsaid rule that you both won't say 'I love you' to each other once you start dating. Making it specifically clear to everyone that he isn't your boyfriend, just incase it makes you uncomfortable.

Buying you expensive gifts, using his money and only his. Reassuring you that it's nothing while you scold him to stop spending so much money on you. "If it makes you happy.. Then I'd be happy to spend more on gifts just for you." "I appreciate it.. But it doesn't make me happy that you're spending so much money on me!"

Learning a love song in your native language just to make you happy, Sending a video of him singing it since he's too ashamed to do it in front of you; Bonus points because he calls you romantic pet names in your native language, whilst you laugh at him in a good way because he way he's trying just warms your heart by itself. "Stop laughing!"

And to which, this day finally comes.

It's been 1 year and 4 months ever since Tsukasa started courting you.

You and Tsukasa were sitting in a cute little gazebo together, the soft wind blowing through your hair as you rest your head on his shoulder, putting your phone right in front of you to record, which doesn't even confuse the male anymore— since he knew that you liked recording you two together, a small sense of intimacy between you two.

"Kasa?" You call out his nickname whilst he hums as a response. "I bought us both something for shits and giggles," You say, laughing, bringing out two fortune cookies, placing one in front of him.

He pouts playfully, but nods, gently cracking it open.

The words, 'Kasa, I love you.' perfectly written on the small slip of paper between his fingers as his eyes widen slowly, his heartbeat speeding up from the written words as he makes an attempt to stop the tears from trying to come out of his eyes.

A small and short laugh comes out of your lips as he finally turns his head to look at you, tearing his gaze away from the slip of paper that he set aside on the table, he laughs back in response to yours, with his glossy eyes and his voice that was now shaking—

"Is this a joke?" He asks in a soft voice, but it's still clearly full of love.

You shake your head, and once you do, not even a second is wasted once he pulls you into a hug; you could practically feel his heartbeat at this point. caressing your hair softly, pulling away after sometime.

He covers his mouth with the palm of his hand, not being able to stop his tears anymore from streaming down his face, you instinctively wipe his tears away with your thumb, Tsukasa's hand making it stay put so he could lay his head on the palm of your hands.

Tsukasa notices your phone recording, he goes near the camera, happily announcing; "they said yes," he sobs out once again, pulling you into another tight hug, but this time, one hand is on your head while you bury it in his neck, his other hand on your waist, his body trembling oh so slightly.

He kisses your head with nothing but pure intentions, a gentle breeze stirring your hair as Tsukasa holds you in his arms.

This causes you to smile, eventually giggling right after. "Stop laughing, I love you so much. You're worth the wait. I will never get tired of pursuing you." This time, he sulks, but he ends up laughing with you.

'Tsukasa Suou, on this day, next year.. i see us, together, celebrating our anniversary.'

©myunghology. — me and who guys. Me and wh-

#jian’s works!#ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars headcanons #enstars x reader #enstars #tsukasa suou #tsukasa suou x reader #GUYS PLEASE #ME AND WHO #why isn't tsukasa suou in my life

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themculibrary · 28 days

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Field Trip To Stark Industries Masterlist 3

part one, part two

Anything For You (ao3) - pancake_thursday G, 8k

Summary: Peter Parker is going on a trip to Stark Industries. Flash Thompson is a bully. Tony Stark just wants his favorite spider-kid to be happy. --- If Peter was uncertain before, he was certain now. He had to go on this trip. Just yesterday Flash had punched his lights out behind the storage shed. He received looks in the hallway, eye-rolls, and heard whispered conversations he shouldn’t have been able to hear from teachers. The Stark internship wasn’t the problem, it was that no one believed little orphan Peter Parker. Besides Ned and MJ of course. And while everything would never stop, what if he went on the trip and proved it?

dog days are over (ao3) - syzdiezel T, 50k

Summary: Peter looked at Ned for support, who slowly nodded. “Okay yeah… if I was in your shoes, this would be very humiliating,”

“Thank you, Ned,” Peter smiled and turned towards MJ to stick out his tongue at her, who muttered a ‘real mature’ back at him.

“But… well… I’m not in your shoes. So, to me, it is kind of funny,” Ned shrugged, and MJ started cackling.

“Ned!” Peter groaned. Did nobody understand his plight?

Peter and his AcaDec team go to Stark Industries on a field trip. But that’s in two weeks. Until then, Peter has a lot of surprises waiting for him, that could change his life for the better… or worse. You really never know which one might happen when the Avengers are involved.

holy moly (it's a real do-nothing day) (ao3) - RJam9 T, 36k

Summary: (i could change address and try another state, i could change my name, it won't do anything)

The school year has managed to continue on without incident, even with the Rogue Avengers having officially been pardoned. However, what is more important is that the Midtown High Academic Decathlon Team won their national competition. Technically, they don’t get any awards other than boring money stuff from it, which — when Tony Stark hears about it — he intends to rectify.

Which means they get a special, end-of-the-year field trip to Stark Industries on the behalf of Tony’s two interns; Peter Parker and Harley Keener.

Peter is not enjoying this. Harley might be enjoying this a bit too much.

(or, since i’ve technically already done a twitter fic, i’m tackling the next biggest trope in irondad content — welcome to the mandatory field trip fic, everybody!)

If I Can Be Like That (I Can Do Anything) (ao3) - JAWorley T, 12k

Summary: Peter and his class get to Stark Industries for their field trip, but when they get to the front desk there’s no tour guide waiting. Instead Happy pulls Peter aside and tells him the tour guides are all out sick with the flu, and that Pepper wants Peter to lead the tour. Peter’s not freaking out… totally not. He can do this (maybe) if he can just channel Mr. Stark for the day.

Peter is doing his best, Flash is being a jerk, Mr. Harrington is awesome, and Peter and Tony get some important things figured out.

Interim Intern (ao3) - Singing_Siren G, 7k

Summary: The moment Peter hears Mr. Harrington say the words “field trip” and “Stark Industries” in the same sentence, he knows he’s doomed. Not even Flash’s repetitive and entirely too uncreative taunts can snap him out of the daze he falls into at the sight of the field trip permission slip with STARK INDUSTRIES printed in big, bold letters. Oh, boy.

Another Field Trip to Stark Industries fic featuring SI Legal being BAMF, Peter and Harley as genius siblings, a new fledgling AI, and daily life at a tech giant like SI

it starts with a series of unfortunate events (ao3) - raccoons_bubbles_killerG, 2k

Summary: parker luck strikes again, and peter doesn't realize until it's too late

or; due to a series of unfortunate events, peter is left in the dark about the upcoming field trip to, *drum rolls* stark industries! and of course it wouldn't be funny if his acadec team didn't surprise him in the middle of a rush on the job

Just Greeaaat (Or: A Flashlight?) (ao3) - Writing_Desk_Raven T, 5k

Summary: One of Midtown High School's classes gets a special treat - a tour of Stark Industries. Which is just greeaaat for one Peter Parker, who's trying to keep the extent of his involvement there under wraps. In a place where everyone knows you, your classmates don't believe you've even met anyone, and where you actually do end up having a job to get done, what are you supposed to do?

(Alternatively: The one where a flashlight is a lot more than just bright.) (ONESHOT)

Just My Luck (ao3) - butwhyytho mj/peter T, 18k

Summary: Peter Parker is balancing school, his "internship" as Spiderman, his actual internship with Tony Stark, and the pressures of being a teen genius. Of course, his school field trip will take place at Stark Industries. How will he keep his identity a secret? More importantly, how will he keep the Avengers from embarrassing him in front of his entire class?

Features Ned, MJ, and Peter friendship, IronDad, and fun with both the Avengers and Stark employees.

Neon Liar (Hiding In Plain Sight) (ao3) - isaDanCurtisproduction T, 70k

Summary: Peter is stuck between a rock and a hard place. Or more literally, he's stuck between the will of ten other teenagers and the knowledge that if anyone finds out he's living with the Avengers he can kiss his normal high school life goodbye. Can he keep it a secret from his classmates that he's living with the world's loudest superheroes? And can he keep it a secret from the Avengers that he's accidentally bringing his classmates home for a field trip?

And once he starts hiding things, keeping secrets, and lying, will he be able to stop?

And even more importantly: will Ned be able to keep his mouth shut long enough for Peter's secrets to stay a secret?

At least MJ can be trusted to keep a lid on things

nobody knows (ao3) - oriocookie G, 6k

Summary: Peter was dreading going to school. He’d been up for half an hour now, pacing around, fiddling with his hair so bad it looked like several small rodents had taken up residence there.

Because today. Today was the day he’d been fearing for a month. The day of the Field Trip.

Peter had taken every precaution to ensure that everything would go right, and that his secret identities, as both Spider-Man and the secret adoptive son of Tony Stark, wouldn’t be revealed.

Permission Required (ao3) - harrysthirdghost G, 4k

Summary: Peter Parker is just your average high school genius who works as an intern for Stark Industries, and is very close with Tony Stark himself. Somehow, his high school’s science class managed to book a tour of the building he practically lives in.

Peter Parker's Perfect Field Trip (ao3) - The_Mishamigo N/R, 3k

Summary: After saving his classmates at the Washington monument, Stark Industries’ offers them a tour as a way to lift their spirits… and it’s obviously not because Tony Stark wants to embarrass Peter Parker.

Snazzy Suits, Decathlon Trips, and the Almighty Intern Lab (ao3) - ironfidus G, 24k

Summary: Once the students have wheeled their eyes back around to face her, awestruck and visibly eager for a rundown, Roxanne beams and explains, “What we have here is hands-down one of the most exciting intern labs in the entire building. More importantly, it’s our only intern lab that combines students from multiple scientific disciplines. But I’ll let the lab director tell you all about it—Dr. Grayson, if you would?”

“Hello, Midtown,” LD Grayson says cheerfully, “and welcome to Lab 17A!”

“Or as we like to call it,” one of his interns pipes up, grinning impishly behind thick glasses, “the Cool Kidz’ Lab. With a Z.”

—

Or: Peter goes on a field trip to his workplace, bonds with fellow interns and secret coworkers, and watches it all (not) blow up in his face.

ft. A visit from Tony Dramatic Stark, the Academic Decathlon team living up to their reputation as complete nerds, and Ned finally getting the internship he deserves—not necessarily in that order.

Still Better Than Last Year's Field Trip (ao3) - mytimeconsumingsidehobby G, 2k

Summary: For once a field trip goes fine. Mostly.

The Field Trip (ao3) - Angeeelatin G, 5k

Summary: The field trip fic.

Or: how peter's team decided enough was enough and invited midtown over to SI to deal with their baby boss' bullying issue . Surprisingly, they didn't have to do a thing.

At SI, Peter Parker bows to no one, especially not to an entitled brat like Flash Thompson or this asshole from the military who came to stir up trouble.

There is Happiness (ao3) - See_the_starlight T, 6k

Summary: After moving into Stark Industries, the last thing Peter wanted was to take a field trip to his own house. Peter really hoped that today would go off without a hitch. Of course, the universe had to have other things to say about that.

Just a classic field trip fic, with a little bit of angst sprinkled in there.

The Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Field Trip (ao3) - its_kale_chip G, 19k

Summary: Peter is just trying to live a normal life: going to school, being spiderman, and spending every free moment he has at the avengers tower. When it is announced that his chemistry class will be taking a field trip to SI, Peter panics as he watches his worlds collide.

Welcome To The Avengers Compound (ao3) - funkylittlebidiot mj/peter, tony/stephen G, 10k

Summary: Peter didn’t respond, simply pointing a blank and exhausted stare at the wall opposite his bed, trying to switch his brain on and shake off the remnants of sleep that clung to his skin. The windows were still dark despite FRIDAY having pulled up the blinds already, and it took a moment of confusion to realize his usual wake-up music was, in fact, playing.

Tony turned to leave, probably in search of his second cup of coffee as he waited on the boys to get ready, but called back at him from the hallway. “Don’t forget you have your field trip today!”

When Plans Fail (ao3) - OrangeOranges G, 3k

Summary: Another SI field trip from yours truly, featuring Peter Parker and his potty mouth.

Peter makes all the plans to avoid the Avengers and anyone else from embarrassing him in front of his classmates. However, this plan backfires when he meets an unlikely roadblock: his non-existent mouth filter.

When spiders tour their houses, chaos ensues (ao3) - pirateninja9 harley/peter, mj/shuri T, 7k

Summary: "I am very pleased to announce that we’ve been invited for an overnight tour at Stark Industries.”

Join Peter and his Academic decathlon team on a chaotic field trip to the Stark Industries. Featuring a bullying teacher and student, a confused tour guide and many Avengers shenanigans. With luck like his, Peter should have known this would be as far from a normal tour as possible.

#themculibrary #masterlists #marvel #mcu #peter parker #irondad #stark industries #stark industries masterlist #tony stark #field trip #field trip masterlist

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ieatsmallorphansnamedtom · 1 year

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Hey there! I love your blog. The lil snakes are so cute 💞💞💞. I was wondering if I could get headcanons of an oblivious farmer who's got Elliott and Harvey pining over them? (With some polyam themes, if possible, but no worries if not!) Hope you're havin a good one 💜

Elliott and Harvey with an Oblivious Farmer

Holy moly I'm back! Well, not really, but I have a post! Yippee! Anyways, so sorry this took so long. I hope you haven't up and left yet lol. I have to say I only do character x character if the farmer/reader is involved and because of that I'm not very good at it. However, I will try my best! Thank you for your patience waiting for this! Also thank you for the compliments I love my snakes too dfdkhfkds (/gen).

It had been about a year since you moved to the valley. Over your many seasons of work you had managed to grow quite close to the townspeople of Pelican Town. Your gifts and services had earned you a high rank within the valley's social hierarchy. High enough to earn the attention of two of the town's bachelors!

Elliott and Harvey had been smitten with you for a while now. Everything you did just gravitated them towards you. It didn't help that you were just as lovely to everyone else. The two of them spent a lot of time observing your behaviours (not in a creepy way), so it was only a matter of time until they realised someone else had their eyes on you.

Harvey was the first to realise something was unusual about Elliott. Whenever he tried to talk to him in passing in the town square, he always seemed less grounded in reality than usual. He always seemed to have his head in the clouds thinking about something.

Then he started to notice the way he looked at you and talked with you. When you were talking to someone else, that ditzy aimlessness remained, but when you were speaking to him, he was completely focused. It was strange how his behavior would switch instantaneously, and it only took Harvey so long to know what was happening.

Harvey's first reaction is a big 'oh no.' He already thought he was out of your league, but now? Well, there's no chance of anything happening, is there? He might as well give up while he's ahead. But then again, that would make him sad. So maybe he should just try.

Harvey starts talking to you more. He brings you gifts. He puts so much effort into trying to get you to notice him, as anyone would. But, of course, luck isn't on his side. You remain completely clueless to the sheer mountain of hints he's giving you. To you, the doctor is just being a good friend. What else would he be doing? Having a crush on you? Ha! If only!

It's when Harvey begins this bombardment of gift-giving that Elliott begins to sense something is up. He gets slowly pulled from his romantic daydreams as he notices you spending less and less time with him.

'Y/N, want to come on a boat ride with me?' 'Sorry, I organised to hang out with Harvey today.'

'Y/N, how would you like to share a plate of crab cakes?' 'So sorry Elliott, Harvey's already offered to share a bottle of wine with me.'

He just can't catch a break. Every time he tries to hang out with you something's come up on the farm, or a villager needs help, or Yoba forbid you're hanging out with Harvey again. He's on the verge of giving up when he decides enough's enough. If Harvey's going to play at that game, so is he.

Elliott starts making plans weeks in advance to avoid Harvey's sneaky little last-minute tricks. He sends you letters asking to hang out; he offers to help with whatever chores you're doing. He knows Harvey's got his own plans (being the town doctor and all), so he takes advantage of it. Whenever Harvey's working, he's by your side helping you out.

Truth be told, they both got in a little over their heads. They never really bothered to realise that you had no clue as to what they were doing. All that's going on in your brain is 'yippee, my friends like me!' Not once to they take a minute and go 'wait, have I ever got any hints back?' (not that Harvey would be able to tell LOL).

What makes the situation even more comical is the fact that you did like them. Both. You were just having the time of your life getting to hang out with your crushes while they fought in the background. You always had the sneaking suspicion something was up, but you could never tell what.

Eventually, they both get sick of it. During Elliott's next annual appointment with the doctor, Harvey explains that he's done fighting over you. He explains that acting how they were is immature of them, and Elliott agrees. They decide to just go back to how they were before, safe in the knowledge that if you do ever happen to fall for one of them, you'll let them know.

Elliott x Harvey Part (AKA I Didn't Know if You Meant Just the Reader Was Polyamorous or the Boys Too)

(/nm btw. I'm just a wee bit clueless).

Once that whole ordeal is over, the men start growing closer to each other. It's not like a 'wow we're in love' sort of closeness, more so a 'wow, we have a lot in common' kind. They're the oldest of the bachelors and don't really connect with the younger people in town. Of course, they each have their exceptions (mainly Maru for Harvey, since Leah's a bit older), but for the most part they're on their own.

They're both pretty lonely people deep down, so it's nice to have someone to connect to. They're both nerds in their own rights and bond over that. Elliott often comes to Harvey for medical and historical information (mainly on planes) for his books, and Harvey comes to him for help writing professional documents and emails.

While they still pine over you, something else seems to come through between them. It takes them a while to come to terms with it, and when they do, they're pretty shaken up. I don't imagine either of them ever thought to consider the chance that they may be polyamorous, with Harvey too focused on other things in life and Elliott too caught up in how he's been taught true love is mostly monogamous (*cough cough* every mainstream love story ever *cough cough*).

However, it takes your confession to them for them to actually get together. It's only when they realise 'hey, maybe it's not so odd to love more than one person at once' that they actually bother to confess. It's very short and sweet and barely at all romantic (probably takes place during another checkup lol), but it gets the job done.

You three end up as a very happy throuple together! Harvey and Elliott already work well as friends, but as partners they're pretty dang good. You're all just happy to be able to be together. :)

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My thoughts on the latest episode of BUCCHIGIRI?! Episode 9 aka the one episode that had me mentally broken

WARNING: *May contain spoilers esp in regards to Senya and Ichiya and the starting of the corruption arc of Matakara*

- Continuing the ending scene of Episode 8, it seems like everything was Akutaro’s and Ichiya’s plan was to go smoothly but SIKE! It was ICHIYA’S plan all along! Akutaro was just a pawn!

- Akutaro doesn’t seem too pleased about it and wants to merge back with Ichiya with the latter telling him straight up how he was nothing but a tool straight up made him mad.

- In class, Mahoro as always is looking at photos of her brother and holy moly! THE JIN’S HAVE A DOG?! I DIDN’T KNOW THEY WERE FRICKIN RICH!

- Anyways, Arajin being the simp that he is tries to give her the soapstone but she ignores him.

- However, Arajin just so happens to overhear Komao and Zabu being worried for Matakara and how he’s been gone for three days! WHAT?!

- This has got me super worried AF.

- Arajin doesn’t seem too concerned about it but something tells me that deep down he feels…worried for some reason.

- Back in the Tomoshibi family restaurant, Arajin is helping out as always and Senya can’t help but notice Arajin’s worry so much to the point that he slapped him on the back pretty hard to cheer him up which he doesn’t seem to accept.

- Back with Zabu and Komao, they asked the receptionist about Matakara’s whereabouts again only this time he’s back. Excited about the news, both Zabu and Komao bought him something to eat but they heard a crashing sound.

- They open up to see Matakara opening up his piggy bank and taking up whatever remaining money that he has all the while ignoring Zabu and Komao. Man. That hurts.

- Meanwhile, Arajin is heading to the bathhouse due to the showers in his home being broken down, but then he bumped into Matakara but unlike the usual, Mata’s whole cheerful demeanour is gone, most likely from what happened last episode and just left without saying a word.

- The customer and cat cafè waiter returned again. This time, when the customer asked for Pu’er again, the waiter begged him to take Jasmine again because of how she’s been waiting for the customer which causes the customer to change and asked for Jasmine. What this means is probably gonna be foreshadowing of the next episode or the current predicament that’s happening.

- At the bathhouse, Arajin was trying to enjoy a peaceful bath time when he ran into Komao and Zabu with the former being all cheerful, calling him Ara-pyon and offering to wash his back despite seeing him act like an uncaring asshole last episode (what a sweetheart).

- Arajin and Zabu asked each other about Matakara’s wellbeing before Komao jumped into the bathtub cannonball style.

- There’s something oddly cathartic seeing the NG Boys and Girls discussing about Akutaro’s downfall (I mean he did abuse them after all) and Akutaro can’t help but watch all of this happen and ran off embarrassed by his downfall.

- Tho that being said, Akutaro does have a plan in which he discovered a slip of paper that says Honki on the front but what it says is pretty unknown.

- Any scene with Matakara and Ichiya is just so heartwrenching because unlike Arajin and Senya’s relationship, Ichiya is trying to break Mata down mentally.

- Oh and it turns out that the dark shadow thing isn’t Ichiya’s but something hiding within Matakara all along.

- Also, we got some backstory regarding how Matakara joined Minato Kai, in which he just beat up a bunch of random thugs because of honoring his brother and Arajin, he and Ken went up against each other to pass the trial to become a member of Minato Kai.

- Also, just saying but the first year design of Zabu and Komao are just so adorable. Oh and I guess my headcanon of the first meeting between these three got debunked but it technically became true when it’s revealed that all three joined Minato Kai at the same time.

- To Mahoro, Marito and Outa (the latter two who are absent since last ep): Mahoro is playing some sort of imaginary tea party with a dolly of Marito lol but the moment real Marito and Outa came in she quickly hid under the covers.

- From there, both Marito and Outa began to discuss about Mitsukuni’s hospitalization and also revealed that not even Kenichiro can beat him. When Marito asked why is Outa is concerned about Mitsukuni and even brought up the topic about it, Outa then revealed that Matakara is going through a hard time right now and that he is the kid brother of Mitsukuni.

- Both Marito and Mahoro who overheard about it expressed shock at the relation. And my reaction to all this is: “Wait none of you siblings knew about it?” (Moreso from Mahoro because Matakara told her about it back in Episode 4)

- Marito heard something and began to search in his room for the noise which Outa began to question what is he doing before they continue their discussion.

- Mahoro oddly began to display worry and concern for Matakara, despite those two never interacting by a whole lot. But it is a nice gesture nonetheless.

- The next day, Arajin and Mahoro have a talk on the rooftop, to which the latter asked about the condition of Matakara’s wellbeing. Arajin was hesitant to ask and even begin to worry about how she is showing interest in Mata (which is not true at all) to which Mahoro is disgusted by and just left him.

- Also, it’s interesting to note how Mahoro said that it happened to her once (regarding the things Matakara is going through) but what this mean is quite peculiar.

- While walking back, Senya tried to cheer Arajin up with a massive slap to the back but Arajin dodged it this time. At least until they are approached by a disheveled Akutaro who slipped a paper right into Arajin’s jacket pocket before going off.

- Ichiya breaking down Matakara and manipulating him to fight Arajin. My poor sunshine puppy. 😭

- Arajin and Senya are walking to the bathhouse again but this time we are given expository on Senya and Ichiya.

- Both Senya and Ichiya are street kids (possibly back when they were mortals) who live in an unknown part of the desert long time ago. Senya (who wasn’t given a name back then) admired Ichiya’s fighting style and begged to fight him. Ichiya was disinterested in Senya at first but he doesn’t seem to say no either.

- Over the years, both Senya and Ichiya’s friendly rivalry grew and grew so much so that when they were hanging out, Ichiya was the one who named Senya as he is today.

- But all of a sudden, their relationship turned sour at some point with black shadows covering Ichiya. What happened is unknown but it’s seem odd for some reason.

- When Arajin asked why Senya relied the backstory to him, the genie said that both Arajin and Matakara’s goal of being Honki People is a lot similar to his and Ichiya’s goal.

- Matakara appears in front of Arajin, clearly looking distraught and not long before he starts attacking Arajin.

- Arajin had no idea what has happened and Senya told him to merge with him to which Arajin managed to thankfully stop Matakara’s kicks but Matakara overpowered Arajin and just as he was about to land a finishing blow, Arajin’s gut began to growl which hit him to run to the nearest bathroom

- Also in all seriousness, can’t they dropped the toilet humor?

- Ichiya appeared and is convinced that the reason Matakara held back was because of his kind heart.

- Back in the Tomoshibi residence, Ara patched himself up from what has happened and Senya looked down and muttered about how Ichiya now has a hold on Matakara now. Angered by all this, Arajin began to ask how did he know about it before Senya disappeared.

- Just as Arajin is lying down, he saw the slip of paper that Akutaro slipped in meet him in the dead of the night.

- Akutaro then revealed that the reason why Senya is being secretive is because apparently Senya is planning to take over Arajin!

- Back with Ichiya and Matakara, Ichiya talked about Mitsukuni and feed lies on why the latter is weak before Matakara began to go apeshit and destroyed the dark shadow. Oh and Matakara has a mark behind his back not unlike the one Arajin has behind his ass.

- And with that, the final scene now has Ichiya in full possession with Matakara all the while saying that he is lacking anger and hatred in his heart. Matakara’s eyes lacked shine and now resembles Ichiya’s.

#rubi’s post #bucchigiri?!#arajin tomoshibi #matakara asamine #senya #ichiya #zabu kakeru #komao sakigake #mahoro jin #marito jin #outa tahide #meta #review

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MOOT GAME: " make up a trope for your moots and their biases. doesn’t need to be romantic. can be crackfic/funny. ^ㅇ(๑>◡<๑)ㅇ^ "

yeonie u remind me of worried boss x workaholic secretary au w seungie aka what’s wrong with sec kim

、ㅤ🎬 ⋆ ࣪ 午 MOOTS AS TROPES ᵎᵎ

aww it's so sweet of you to assign me a trope too,, love you anonie. it's not a kdrama i enjoy that much but the trope is top tier so im happy and that too with seungs omg im so down for it!! also i haven't worked once in my life yet but my perfectionist high achiever ass is definitely gonna be a workaholic i can feel it in my kidneys. ( MUTUALS )

instead of biases i just assigned idols who i thought they would be compatible with (includes enha, txt, svt, the boyz, zb1 and riize) hope you don't mind that i changed it up a bit :) hope my mooties like it!! UNEDITED! (also almost all turned out romance oops)

☆ @jaesvelvet

CHA. i will say single dad having the hots for his kid's teacher with ricky (zb1) omgggg like cha ks the super sweet teacher, the only other person ricky's kid voluntarily talks and associates himself with and ricky finds it so hard to believe until the parent teacher meeting when he meets cha for the first time. it's like an instant spark for him and ricky's kid is literally on a mission to make cha his mom!

☆ @luvhyun3

KANA. hmm my babe right here suits arrange/contractual marriage setting with jiwoong (zb1) like rival companies entering into an alliance through a union of the heirs yes that's what it is. they don't hate each other but they don't really like each other either. there's slow burn, like slow slow burn and so much denying getting confused with all the act they put on for the media until it all gets real.

☆ @jungqkook

HARU. would say best friends!brother now if he's older or younger in your fic that's upto you, and it has to be with soobin (txt) ahhhh i can imagine haru never having met bin at all and having no idea he exists until one day she does and lemme tell you it's love at first sight, she's smitten and it's so obvious that it makes bin fall for the cutiepie and everyone has so much fun watching them get together.

☆ @hoes4hoseok

PIPER. she would rock a journalist x a-list celebrity with joshua (svt) a literal movie plot where josh falls for piper's eloquence and sophistication and the way she doesn't fawn over him and is so professional. only accepting to be interviewed by her and her alone. trying his best to find new ways to bag someone who is not dazed by him at all but in reality piper is always dying internally because she likes him so much holy moly.

☆ @ctrlemis

ART. this one is a complicated one but— high school crush reuniting,, like former classmates with jungwonie and art and him had mutual liking for each other but life happened and years later at a reunion they meet again and hit it right off oblivious to the fact that they were each other's crush. like little lunch and dinner dates after work talking about how they used to be and how much they changed so cuteee. popular x quiet au.

☆ @jangwonie

FAE. for fae i feel something kinda cute yet complicated sooo childhood friends to situationship??? where they both are inseparable since diapers but something happens and they distance away only to come back together because of some deal between them and then it somehow turns into a situationship,,, with huening kai (txt) bunch of oblivious idiots you see.

☆ @nyukyujs

KYA. hers is a total fluff filled story where best friends realize they feel something for the other and do not hesitate to talk about it and then it's all flowers and hugs and cuddles and dates and kisses and everything in between with sunooo. nothing much changes in their relationship minus the label and pda which i might add that sunoo loves when it comes to her. a really healthy relationship!

☆ @heecyon

BEE. another cliche trope i see for my wifey,, ceo x his secretary: office romance where everyone just knows withh jayyy. spoils ally so much doesn't let her do too much work and makes it as easy for her as he can and literally trusts her blindly. wears his heart on his sleeve for her and is stone cold to anyone that's not her. treats her like his princess.

☆ @boyfhee

CAELIN. a super cliche one for you— forbidden rom between intern and boss with mingyu (svt) where cael does something super duper stupid infront of gyu and then he's like she's weird and then later on comes up with this mind blowing idea that no one could ever have thought of and gains so much recognition for it and gyu just falls for that hardworking pretty lady.

☆ @heelvsted

RIN. a supernatural universe where you're an angel who falls for a fallen angel omg,,,, with sunwoo (the boyz) like imagine rin on an angel mission like being someone's guardian angel for a while and then coming across fallen angel sunwoo and learning the dark sides of heaven, falling for him despite knowing the consequences.. let your ending be the decided by fate.

☆ @heesbaby

CINNA. you gotta have the most interestingly interesting meet cute everrr, i say holiday fling with wonwoo (svt) where they meet at the hotel lobby and accidentally get their room cards exchanged and all that misunderstandings and then they bond over the breakfast the next morning, have a walk by the beach at night and just have these tingly feelings for each other.

☆ @enhalov

MUSE. i say hybrid juyeon (the boyz) obsessed with his owner trope! muse stumbling upon a stray cat somewhere and taking it home only to find out a week later that it's a hybrid when she comes across a really hot guy curled up in the spot of her lovely cat. juyeon following her around everywhere and doing everything for her not letting her lift a finger,, damn.

☆ @www-jungwon

ELENA. fake dating fake dating fake dating,, to all the boys ive loved before yk withhh wonbin (riize) also topper x back bencher jock thingy where elena is like the good girl at the top of the rankings all the time and for some absurd reason has to put up and act with the egoistical quarterback,, they both do not understand each other's way of living but in the end fall for the way they're so different from e/o

☆ @joomiu

NAT. don't kill me for this one,,, student x professor but it's like a really young prof and they don't have a big age gap max is 4-5 years +_+ though it isn't the technical student one, just nat gets to know jake through her friends and then finds out he teaches finance at some university so she just shows up to his lectures to admire him and slowly jakey boy notices and rest it up to ur imagination.

☆ @okwonyo

JIAH. do i really actually need to say this? it's obviously grumpy falls for sunshine withhh yeonjun (txt) bambi brings out his soft side he never knew he had like one who has it in his bloods to baby his love with one who loves being babied by her love. the perfect puzzle match. sometimes there's this sugar rush in her that he's so damn confused how to act but always ends doing exactly what she wants without her having to say it.

☆ @atrirose

SEIU. definitely definitely definitely a thousand and hundred and eleven percent enemies to lovers with beomgyu (txt) like i can just see them as classmates who are at each other's ass all the damn time you know kinda like "the beloved summer" vibes where they hate each other's guts out and then end up falling in love and having the most unhinged confession moments ever everrrr. and then you a pair of idiots in love that act like frenemies like 80% of the time.

☆ @odxrilove

DORI. hm i see some neighbours to lovers here,, especially with the dumb x dumber pair one with sunghoon. newly moved in dori keeps ordering amazon to 106 when she's 105 and sunghoon is too much of a coward to tell her off. and then one day they bump into each other and sunghoon is like i gotta talk to her omg and she's like imma keep ordering to 106. y'all start talking, hanging out over each other's and then boom!

#🦢̼ࣳ ⋆ ٫٫ ⁽ anon ₎#( 🪽 ) ৲⠀꒰͡ ִ 𝒎 𝒚 𝒂 𝒏 𝒈 𝒆 𝒍 𝒔 ⠀ׂ ⠀ ͡꒱#୨ৎ . . 𝓂o𝐨𝐭 𝓰a𝗺𝗲s ᵎᵎ #YALL I TRIED MY BESTEST ^~^

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afreakingdork · 2 months

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Happy one year anniversary (since first chapter) to Weak Spot dork !

Idk if you really care about this yourself but I thought I'd give congratulations and kudos anyway.

How you managed to write nearly a bible's worth of turtle fic in a year still escapes me, but cheers to that anyway ( ^^)

IT'S THE ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY!?

I GENUINELY HAD NO IDEA!!!!!

holy MOLY!!! tHAT'S WILD!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TELLING ME AND WISHING IT UPON ME!!!!!

The Bible? 👀 Welp! I already beat War and Peace so I guess I'll aim to beat the Bible's word count next!! 😂 I'm actually not as sure that I will surpass it with what I've got left, but I will now keep that in mind as the next goal post (to be clear here, though, I'll never beef the word count just to beef it! I have my integrity! If it happens, it happens!)

Amazing, thank you so so much!!! You've made my day!

#ask

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madelynhimegami · 8 months

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About twenty years ago (probably closer to nineteen), I finished my playthrough of Harvest Moon: A Wonderful Life.

This morning, I finished my (first?) playthrough of the A Wonderful Life remake.

Well before I finished, I decided I wanted to make a post talking about it, giving my general thoughts on it. And I'll probably just end up rambling. Who knows if it's at all interesting to people but. Here goes.

Being able to save and load anywhere at any time is such a game changer. Holy moly. Even though I didn't really have to do a whole lot of reloading (except where fishing requests were concerned). But it still felt very good to have.

On a related note, the remake is so transparent about its mechanics, it's amazing. I know that AnWL already had some tranparency added to it (especially wrt your kid), but just. Having as much info as the remake gives you, at all times, is nuts. Makes things so much easier to finagle around.

Likewise, thank god for automatically recording cooking recipes. It was already practically impossible to remember how to make anything in the GCN games. The fact that the Harvest Sprites gave you a new recipe every day also helped. As did telling you when your cooking skill levelled up, because the GCN games didn't tell you anything.

Characters actually sound distinct now! The thing about mediocre localizations is that you don't know what you're missing out on until you get a good localization. And wow, the amount of personality shown by having characters speak differently adds a shocking amount.

Even with all of the QOL updates... the main thing that makes me never wanna touch the GCN games again is that they're a lot less bugged. I once again blame the old localization.

(you think there's weird stuff going on in the remake. you have no idea.)

That being said, aside from being able to select your pronouns at the start of the game, the cast (including yourself) don't really do much of anything to gender you. AnWL gave me so much gender euphoria before I even knew what it was. (Not to mention the FoMT remake set the bar for being gay in a way that AWL is set up couldn't really replicate). So... who knows. Maybe I'll end up replaying it someday anyway.

Granted, I say that, but as I was typing that sentence I thought about how the event for giving your toddler a bath was broken so that you could not give him one. Instead of a Yes/No prompt the game just said "Several days later..." and then continued like you had said no. Maddening.

Nuts to it, someone just give me an annotated textdump.

After so much hemming and hawing about who to marry in the remake, I ended up just marrying Nami again. One part autistic lesb solidarity, one part her kid being so goshdang powerful. Either way, I joked about how nothing about me had changed in twenty years.

Once I got to chapter two, I started screencapping like crazy. Got almost 400 of them on my switch now. I just wanted to note everything I could about what my darling baby girl was doing throughout her life. Also my wife.

In my original playthrough, even though I tried to influence my son into either art or academics, he ended up becoming a farmer. But then again, I also didn't understand how to influence him optimally. Which sounds awful out of context. Oh well, at least his life was mostly organic.

I managed to get my daughter into academics before chapter two ended. Probably the most interesting thing that happened was how her dialogue changed. She started reciting her ABC's to herself, and mumbled about books, and said that gemstones were like puzzle peices. It was darling.

Since I've only played the entire game with Nami's child, though, I do wanna replay the game just so that I can see what a different kid is like.

Problem is, it just brings back the marriage problem. And the child career problem, because even if I marry Muffy, like hell will I raise an athlete (but I don't want scholar again... but also if they're an artist they run away from home after the game ends, which is kinda messed up).

A lot of people in the village make comments about how air conditioning isn't good for people's health. They did that in the original game too, if memory serves, but it's still weird. Is this a thing in Japan, or was the person that wrote those parts of the dialogue have a vendetta of some kind?

This is another thing that I know got changed in AnWL, but I'm still so glad that chapters are only one in-game year long. There's a special kind of pain to get to the end of the year, only to learn there's more you need to play before you see your kid get older.

Despite that, I still got a whole lot done, to the point that I spent most of the last two years just idling because I had nothing else to do. Same way I got to the endgame of the original, come to think of it.

I never bought the teddybear. I wasn't gonna do it when my daughter was a teen by the time I had the money. I'm not that dumb. Doesn't do anything but be spoopy anyhow.

I seem to remember the seed maker being instant in the GCN game. If it was, it got seriously debuffed in the remake-- you can only put up to twelve crops in at a time, and it takes 20 in-game hours for the seeds to be produced. Obviously meant to balance how absurdly high tree seeds could be sold for, but the prices were already slashed to pieces, so it was just overkill and made it hard to keep up with what crops I did or didn't have seeds for.

I genuinely hope I never have to make nine of each rare crop again. I mean, technically I never had to anyway, but I did and it was so much pain.

Cows are absurdly expensive in the remake. I guess it's to balance the fact that there's no limit on how long cows can be milked, but

here's the dirty secret

If you have a cow and a bull, they'll mate on their own without you needing to order for it. My cows in the GCN games were constantly getting pregnant. Anyone who complains about cows going dry was doing it wrong.

Sheep are significantly more affordable, though. So I ended up getting mostly those instead.

That being said, a star/brown/marble cow giving S Milk (and the latter two getting their milk processed into butter and cheese respectively) does give you more profit than golden wool does... until you get the Blessed Clippers and you start getting two bundles of wool per sheep (which is insane). But wowie are they expensive...

My new personal hell is having a dozen sheep following me around to scream at me. Did they do that in the original(s)? I never bothered with them....

I'm still sad Flora's not a marriage candidate.

As I mentioned, I was basically without anything to do by the end of the game. Which makes the infinite postgame chapter's existence kinda funny? I don't know what else I'd want to do with that, since as far as I've been able to tell nobody has new dialogue.

No really. I can't even 100% the game anymore because Van stops selling goats, I have over 5 million G, I've grown each one of every plant, caught every fish, dug up all the digsite items, and have all in-game achievements. What would I wanna keep playing for?

Also, why isn't Nina in said postgame chapter? If it's the afterlife anyway, then she should be there too, dangit!

I still don't understand why the dog is trainable.

The player's child is so adorable. I love my daughter so much, she's such a sweetheart.

Wish her self-esteem wasn't so low from chapter 3 onwards, though... another reason to see the game married to somebody else.

I am so grateful there's no friendship decay for the villagers.

What a great game.

And now, some of me rambling about my history with the series:

I don't know what drew me to the original AWL game. All I knew is that there was coverage of it in an issue of Nintendo Power, and I just kept reading and re-reading it. I had a couple friends that swore by the HM games (in particular, 64 and StHL), but beyond that I guess something about it intrigued me to the point that it became a game I really wanted. Had a plan of how I would run the farm and who I'd marry. And counted the days before I finally got it (must've been a birthday or Christmas present).

And I played through it, beginning to end. Despite my brother scorning it. Despite one of the friends that swore by HM64 thinking it was such a watered down derivative it made him laugh several times even as he tried playing it himself.

I also got the girl version when it came out. Don't remember how I afforded it, but I remember that I was too embarrassed by wanting it to let anyone know I did get it but myself. Never managed to finish it, but boy howdy did it have a lot of gender euphoria. I got to be a mom.

...I tried other HM games since. I got Magical Melody (which I recall using Action Replay to turn my player character into a girl that make perfect sense to me now but I don't know what I had been thinking at the time), but dropped it shortly after my wife started expecting.

I got both versions of HMDS (mermaid wife yes please), but only stuck with them for about two or three in-game years each.

I got Isle of Happiness, but honestly the fact that every item had decay to it stressed me to the point I couldn't play without Action Replay codes to keep everything top quality and freshness forever-- and even then the crap you gotta juggle is crazy. Played long enough to marry the Witch though, so that ruled.

I got Hero of Leaf Valley, and that one I actually stuck through to the end (including forgetting how many zeros were in fifty thousand and ended up raising up half a million G before the second year's end), but got too paralyzed with indecision on who to marry (it was mainly between Gwen and Aurelia, since I read that Alice couldn't be raised to red heart after the credits. Game seemed to have thought I had my sights set on Lyla, though).

I tried Rune Factory 4... but something about it just didn't vibe with me so I bounced early.

Every now and then, I thought about going back to A(n)WL, or maybe trying a different one. Never did, though. And Stardew or other inspired's didn't ever really grab me.

And yet I inhaled the chance to play the AWL remake when the time came. And now I've finished it. Go figure. I'm still not sure what it is about that game specifically that calls to me.

I think the amount of interactability with your kid is a big factor, though.

#story of seasons #story of seasons: a wonderful life #A Wonderful Life #harvest moon: a wonderful life #SOS AWL #HM AWL

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nessieart · 11 months

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Teeth pt. 3

Characters: Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, Shifter!Reader

Eventual Tony x Reader, slow burn?

WC: ~3.9k (it got away from me sorry!)

AN: Holy moly a pt3? I’ve really been enjoying writing, and I'm just trying to keep it going because at the end of the day its for me, and if you’re along for the journey then I'm glad you’re here reading, too.

Warnings: Canon divergent sorta cause i love peter so much. Cursing, no y/n used, canon level violence?, made up fantasy stuff most likely.

Summary: You try to explain who and what you are to the group.

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There's a silence that lingers longer than you'd like. It drags on for a few minutes after Peter leaves. You feel like everyone is holding their breath, waiting for something to happen. You shift on your feet, the Captains still standing behind you, but he removed his hand from your shoulder.

You looked at him over your shoulder, "I'm sorry for my outburst, Captain," you spoke softly. "I can't guarantee it won't happen again, but in my defense, it is close to the full moon."

You tried to smile a little, to ease the tension in the room.

"Please, call me Steve," he released a deep breath you're sure he wasn't aware he was holding, and returned your smile. "You wouldn't mind telling us a bit about yourself, maybe? Where are you from, how did you get here?" Steve gestures his arms out wide, probably in a general sense of New York and not the Tower.

You look from Stark to Dr Banner. The former sweeps his hand out for you to continue.

With a heavy sigh you move and sit down on a chair closest to you. It's squishy and comfortable, not something you'd associate with a Billionaires taste in furniture. Style and function over comfort.

You fidget with your hands in your lap while you gather your thoughts. No use keeping it all back now.

"I'm from an area outside Sedona, Arizona," you start, still looking at your hands on your lap. "I was born in 1923." You hear a choking noise from across the room, looking up you see Stark cough into the new glass of scotch he poured.

"I-Im sorry?" Stark says, placing his drink down, "you look like you're 25!" His hands articulate around him like he can't fathom it.

"Yeah, and so does he," you point to Steve.

"But I was on ice for 70 years," Steve tilts it head to the side, eyebrows drawn down in question.

You shrug, "I'm supernatural. Shifters and werebeings and things like that live really long lives. Usually."

"You said, 'usually', what's another factor?" Dr Banner speaks up this time. He's moved across the room to sit on the edge of the couch across from you.

"Untimely death," you say. "Sometimes if a supernatural being forms a bond with a human so strong they tend to have the human's lifespan." Your fidgeting is back, out of the corner of your

eye you see Steve make his way to the couch where Dr Banner is.

You take another breath before continuing, "My papa was a shifter, my ma was a human. When my mother died Papa died not too long after." You see the sadness in Steve's eyes, Dr Banner gives you a sad smile. Stark's looking down at his drink in his hands. You know people aren't foreign to loss, and you can see it on all three of the men's faces in the room. "After Papa died, it was just my brother's and I," you continue. "I had four older brothers, me, and two younger brothers. Out of the 7 of us, only one was human. My youngest brother, Arthur, we all called him Artie," you smile a bit at the memory of your family. "He was 16 when he was drafted into the army..." your trail off, looking out the window instead.

"I lost my best friend while overseas, fighting back HYDRA," Steve says softly. He’s leaning forward with his arms resting on his knees. "He fell from a train and I couldn't do anything but watch him fall," he's gripping his hands together so tight his knuckles are white. "I used to question what was the use of me getting the serum if I couldn't even save the one person that meant more to me than anyone else in the world..." Steve heaves a sigh, he's looking at you now, his gaze unwavering. The bright blue of his eyes are startling.

"I was told I was always meant for more. And then I crashed that plane into the Arctic, and woke up a year ago. I lost everyone I ever cared about in the blink of an eye for me."

"I'm so sorry, Steve," you say. And you mean it, "My brother Artie is still alive, he has a family and lives in Oregon. He's a grandfather with 4 grandkids." You get up and pace a little, making your way over to Stark. "I haven't seen him in almost 20 years."

He looks up from his glass, when you stop in front of him. "I'd make a Twilight joke, but I really don't want you to bite me," Stark says. He watches as you take the glass from his hands and bring it to your lips, downing the rest of the contents. You can tell it's expensive, the scotch is smooth going down and only burns a little at the end. You hand the glass back to Stark, his face is blank and you can't tell what he's thinking.

You lick your lips to get the rest of the scotch off, and his eyes track the movement. For a moment you two stare at each other, Stark breaks eye contact first, clearing his throat he taps the light you just noticed in the middle of his chest.

"My parents died in a car accident when I was younger," Stark says quietly, he avoids your gaze for a moment, still tapping at the light in his chest. You think it might be a nervous tick of his.

"I'm sorry," you tell him, hedging away and going back to your chair near Steve and Banner. Stark hums in acknowledgement, he seems lost in thought for a moment.

"What about the rest of your brothers?" Banner asks.

"I have a twin, I'm 12 minutes older than him," you smile slightly, "always used to make fun of him for it. His name's Leon. My younger brothers and I are the only ones still alive."

"What happened?" It was Stark who spoke up, he was standing behind the couch where Steve and Banner sat. His question was soft, so was his gaze.

"Hunters," was all you said. Spitting the word out like venom. Your hands balling into fists in your lap. You didn't notice yourself get so angry you were growling until a hesitant hand was on your knee. Your head shot up and you were staring at Stark. Whiskey colored eyes staring at you, his face full of concern. He's sitting on the coffee table in front of you

You took a deep breath and relaxed your hands, there was blood on your nails from when your claws dug into your palms, the wounds already closing.

"I'm -"

"If you say sorry one more time I'll throw a fit," Stark tries to joke to lighten the mood. His hands still on your knee when you nod at him, grateful to not have to go into detail about your other siblings.

"Why don't we call it a night?" Steve's the one to speak up now, he stands, and tilts his head towards you. You agree with a nod, and Stark squeezes your knee a little before he stands up and backs away.

You stand and wrap your arms around yourself, "I want to thank you for listening to my story," you speak softly. "Steve, Dr Banner," you nod at each of the men. And then you look at Stark, "Stark."

"I think after all that you can call me Bruce," he smiles at you as he puts his hands in his pants pockets. You hum in agreement.

Stark makes his way to the elevators, followed by Steve and Bruce, he looks back at you, "C'mon Big Bad, I'll show you to your room." The lift on the right dings open and all three men step inside. You follow after a moment.

Steve's standing at parade rest in the center of the elevator, oh yeah definitely a military man. Bruce is to his right and next to him stands Stark. You stand next to Steve in the corner on his left. The doors close and you're left in silence as the elevator descends.

Being in this close proximity to them all the smells are jumbled and mixed together. You can pick out Steve fairly easily, after he gave you that bear hugging grip earlier you remember his scent. You don't realize you're leaning into him until he clears his throat.

You jump back, " I, uh, sorry. You smell like a forest. It's nice," you're acutely aware that your face is bright red as you look down at your feet.

Steve chuckles lightly, "It's alright. Good to know I don't smell terrible." He's grinning at you when you look up at him. He's also sporting a slight blush, the tips of his ears are red as well. You smile up at him.

“Does everyone have a different smell to you?” Bruce asks, he looks around Steve to you.

You nod, you’ve never really had to explain it before, “You know, hm. Damn, this might be harder to explain than I thought.” The elevator dings again, and the doors open.

“Maybe you can explain it tomorrow?” Bruce asks, him and Steve exiting the lift together. You smile and nod. They bid you and Stark farewell and goodnight before the doors close again.

You’re not sure where you’ll be staying until the doors open again only a few floors down. Stark motions for you to exit before him and he follows you out into a large living area. The couch in the center of the room is sunken into the floor, the comfiest couch is littered with blankets and pillows. The space looks well lived in, there's a fireplace across the couch on the right wall, and above it is a large flatscreen tv. The floor to ceiling windows are on the far side of the living space across from the wall the elevator is on. There's a kitchenette on the far side as well. To your left is a hallway, it looks like there’s 3 doors down that way.

You take a big inhale, getting used to the space, and you’re hit with that bubblegum scent here. It’s all over the space. You light up and smile, “Peter,” is all you say when you look at Stark.

He hums, “Yeah. This is where the kid stays when he’s here at the Tower. Usually on the weekends.” Starks rocking back on his heels with his hands in his pockets. “I hope this is okay, for you to stay in while you’re here.” He rubs the back of his neck with his hand. Was he nervous?

“This is more than enough,” you say. “I can’t remember the last time I stayed somewhere as nice or as big as this,” you look around the room. “Actually, I can't remember the last time I stayed indoors.” You go to move towards the couch, you really wanted to get comfy and get under those blankets.

“There's three rooms down the hall, the one on the right is Peet’s,” Stark supplies, “the other two are fair game. Basic clothing, toiletries, etc. Help yourself to whatever’s in the kitchen.” He isn't looking at you while he speaks. In fact, he hedged his way back towards the elevator while you weren’t looking. It makes you upset that he’s suddenly uncomfortable around you. A small whine escapes you before you could stop it, he looks at you then. Eyes a little wide and brows furrowed.

“I uh, sorry,” you say, fidgeting your fingers together, “You, um, n-never mind. I’ll figure it all out.”

Stark nods, “J, make sure she has everything she needs,” he says to the ceiling. The AI responds in affirmation. Stark says your name as the elevator doors open. The lights from the lift cast his form in a silhouette, and he bids you a goodnight.

“Thank you, Stark,” you say with a wave.

“Call me Tony,” he calls as the doors close and there's a quiet ding.

You’re left on your own in a space that lingers with the faintest hint of cedar and cut grass.

–*--

You’re hesitant to speak to the AI, not used to talking to yourself out loud, and having something that responds back. You make your way towards the rooms instead and check to see if Peter’s was open.

You push the door open and inside is the biggest bed you've ever seen, the sheets and comforter are rumpled and well used, there's socks and shirts and gym shorts on the floor and hanging out of the hamper next to a door on the left wall. That door leads to an ensuite bathroom, all of Peter's ’s toiletries are strewn about.

You take it upon yourself to straighten things out, cleaning off the sink and countertop, arranging the bottles around nicely, removing his dirty laundry and putting them in the baskets by the door. You tidy up the shower stall as well, placing the soaps and shampoos away.

You’re tempted to take one yourself, but decide to finish cleaning up Peter’s room. You're not sure when you'll see him next and want his space to be nice when he returns. After the bed is made and the dirty laundry is away in baskets, you check the wardrobe, there's a few shirts and hoodies hung up and drawers full of undergarments and socks and shorts.

You grab the largest hoodie there, it's well worn, big, red, and smells like detergent. You also grab some boxer briefs until you can clean your own clothes. You shed your dirty clothes and put them to the side, and turn on the shower. The room is steamy when you step into the shower stall, the water temperature perfect and you sigh in relief. It sure beats washing up in a fountain or stream in Central Park.

The soaps and shampoo feel nice as you lather them. You'll have to ask Stark for some unscented soaps, but for now these will do fine.

After drying off you put the oversized hoodie on, which reaches just above your knees, along with the boxer briefs. It's warm and cozy, and you see why Peter keeps it. You gather your dirty clothes and put them near the couch in the living area. This couch has been calling your name since you walked into the space earlier.

You arrange the blankets just right in the middle of the giant couch, and shift into your overly large coyote form. It was easier shifting this close to the full moon than during any other moon phase. You make yourself comfortable in the blankets and hoodie as you are sent into a fast and deep sleep.

–*--

You aren't aware of how you came out of your slumber, but there's a weight next to you and someone's hand softly running over your head, and down to your shoulder blades. It repeats again, the same languid motion of being petted. And then you let out a purr, it's low and rumbles in your chest and you sink further into the affection.

Inhaling deeply you smell citrus and bubblegum, which isn't a surprise because you're in Peter’s living space after all. But it's stronger now and then you hear a chuckle.

With a yelp you spring off the couch, blue eyes wide as you stare at Peter.

He's trying not to laugh too hard, “Oh no! Sorry I woke you,” he says between giggles. “I didn’t know you could turn when it's not the full moon! That’s so cool. And you’re really soft, I couldn't help it.”

You huff, prancing back over to where Peter's sitting on the couch, and flump down next to him. He’s grinning down at you as you put your head in his lap, and he raises his hand back to scratch behind your ears. You didn't realize how touch starved you were until Peter started lazily petting you again, the purr you let out was loud now and you plan on soaking up the affection for as long as he’ll allow.

The lift door dings, but you can’t hear it while Peter tells you about school, his aunt, and his friends. Every sentence feels long and run together with how fast and enthusiastic he speaks. But you don't mind, you really like Peter. He reminds you so much of your younger brothers when you were kids.

“Well, that's not something you see everyday,” Stark says after a moment, he has an amused look on his face. He’s standing behind the couch where you and Peter are. How did you not notice him coming in? “Comfy Wile E.?” That dumb smirk is on his face and there's a twinkle in his honeyed brown eyes.

You grumble as best you can, grabbing the hoodie and boxers in your mouth and trotting out of the room into Peter’s bedroom. You shift back to human and put the clothes on before you return into the living area a few moments later. Peter’s pouting looking up at Stark, the latter has his back to you when you come in.

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up,” you comment dryly, “like i haven't heard that before.”

They turn to look at you, Peter still has a slight pout, and as Stark looks you over you hear a sharp intake of breath, there's a slight blush that rises to his cheeks and he clears his throat as he stands to his full height.

“Bruce is in the lab,” Stark says, “wanted to know if you, uh, wanted to do whatever it is you do.” He gestures around you vaguely.

“You could’ve told JARVIS and we would have made our way up,” pipes up Peter, his arms are crossed over the back of the couch, and his head is resting on his arms. He’s hiding a grin when he looks at you, and you roll your eyes. Stark clears his throat again.

You hum, “Not like I have anywhere else to be,” ignoring Peter’s comment. The teen bounds up off the couch to follow you to the lab to see what Bruce wanted. He missed your telling of your history last night, but you could tell him about it another time.

–*--

As you enter the lab, you notice Bruce is hunched over a table, he’s looking into a microscope and glancing at a tablet he jots notes down every so often.

“Brucey, I come bearing gifts,” Starks sing-song voice rings out in the lab.

Without turning around, Bruce sighs, “Please, Tony, I really can’t stand those smoothies you make–” he cuts off mid sentence, having noticed other people in the room other than Stark. “Oh,” he chuckles lightly, removing his glasses as he turns towards your group, “sorry about that. I didn’t know Tony was going to get you.” he glances at Stark then back to you and Peter.

Stark makes himself seem busy, standing at a different table in the lab. There’s machine parts and tools strewn across it, “Hmm? Never said that,” he mutters to himself. He peers out the corner of his eye at you, and you’re looking at him with your head tilted to the side, and another blush rises to his cheeks as he averts his gaze back to the table.

Hmm, Cute…

Wait, what?

You shake your head a bit, looking back to Bruce, “So, what is it you need me to do, Doc?”

Bruce grabs his tablet, tapping away for a moment before he swipes up and the video from a month ago of you in the alley with 4 of those thugs is in the space between you.

A growl lets loose from your throat at the image, Bruce raises a hand in defense, and then he taps a few more times and swipes up again and a still image of you shifted to your coyote lying on your back with Peter petting you while you two were on the couch.

This time you feel the heat rush from your neck all the way up to your ears, it’s a hot embarrassing blush and you put a hand to your cheeks to try and cool the burn.

Next to you, Peter lets out a quiet ‘aw’ and he places a hand on top of your head and ruffles your hair a bit. You don't fight him, you enjoy his brotherly affections. You smile over at him and playfully shove him away from you.

When you look back to Bruce he’s smiling at you both, you clear your throat, “Ah, what do you need me to do?”

Bruce stands and walks through the projections, motioning to the still video he says, “How is it you can look like this and this?” He then motions to the candid picture of Peter and you.

“The large anthro build is a defensive form of shifting, for fighting mostly,” you explain. “We still have use of our hands, and our legs are very powerful. I could probably jump a small story building in one leap if I were to really try.”

“Whoa, like Superman!” Peter exclaims. You snort at him, you were no superhero, and you definitely don’t wear capes.

The still is zoomed in on you, fur covering your arms and legs. Your fingers have long claws coming from your nail beds. Your face is a mix of half dog half human, fur covering your cheeks and down your neck to your chest. Your nose and mouth elongated into a half formed muzzle. There's a snarl on your face and your teeth are long and pointed k9s. Your ears had shifted to long points with tufts of fur at the tips. A tail protrudes out the back of you above your ripped and tattered jeans. You're surprised your clothes aren't rags by now.

“And the normal quadrupedal form is the most common one used amongst Shifters. It’s fast and easy to shift to, it blends in with other wildlife, usually. I uh, this isn't something I’ve had to explain before, sorry if there’s something that's confusing.”

Bruce nods along with your explanation, he seems to understand somewhat. He was typing on his tablet while you spoke, probably writing notes about your forms.

“Are there any other forms you can shift to?” he asks when he finishes typing, he moves back to his desk.

“None I'm comfortable doing right now,” you supply. “The one I need to shift to is my coyote form, and the need becomes greater the closer to the full moon. That's why you walked in on me like that, Bug. I feel like I’m crawling out of my skin the longer I put off shifting, even standing here right now is making me crazy.”

“You’re very soft,” Peter grins. “I thought you were a werewolf though? You said coyote?”

You nod, “I’m a shifter, it’s different in the sense that I was born this way, not bitten.” All heads turn towards you with wide eyes. “What?”

Peter sputters a little, “You can be bitten?! And turned into a coyote? Or a wolf?”

“Says the kid who was bitten by a radioactive spider, and got super human abilities,” Stark says.

Now it’s your turn to stare wide-eyed.

I'm sorry, what?

You honestly shouldn't be surprised by a lot of things, coming from the supernatural world. At least that's what you thought a year ago, before literal aliens came pouring out of the sky in the middle of Midtown New York.

–*--

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AN: thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this, it really means a lot to me! I wasn’t planning on making this more than one part, but here we are!

#tony stark x reader #Tony Stark x Shifter!Reader #best friend!Peter Parker #Tony Stark Imagine #Shifter!Reader #supernatural stuff is happening

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love-cult-enthusiast · 2 days

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Im running into the stage banging the floor demanding to know about the band au as you speak /hj

reveal yourself band au anon, I wish to know who you are cause you’ve allowed me to ramble

I haven’t figure it all out so this is kinda just spitballing ideas lol

Warning long ass post holy moly

So the band au is kinda written like Clone high, I treat it like one of those really serious romance dramas, except the band au is more just relationship focused instead of strictly romance, also there’s a lot of drama

I’ve come up with four main bands at the moment :3

The Grim Reapers - an underground goth band with Coffin as the bassist and Tissue box as the (main) vocalist, they’re most well known for their songs being about pretty grim subject matter, though they’re probably the least popular out the four main bands

Electric Current - A pop-punk family band with Electracey on the electric guitar, Elevator Speaker on the Bass guitar, Laptop on Drums, and Colin on vocals, they have a very futuristic theme and are by far the most popular band out of the four

Malcolm’s Angels - a band started by Shrignold the head of a love “organization” to help spread the gospel of Malcolm, their music is mostly folk type music, with Unicorn on the harp, Frog boy on the flute, Rabbit boy on the mandolin, and Shrignold on guitar and vocals, the other members of the “organization” are also there, to they just aren’t part of the band, but some of them are on the marketing team

Fly To The Stars - i also refer to them as “the rejects”, an obviously space themed rock band, with Gilbert on guitar, Solar system on the keyboard, Magnet on bass guitar, and Lamp as the lead guitarist

there’s also other characters that aren’t in bands but are still pretty important to the main story like

sketchbook - A young college student, currently studying art, she’s a big fan of Electric Current with her favorite member being Electracey, she’s also roomies with Tony

Tony “Anthony” Clock - An older college student studying history, roomies with Sketch and also a small solo music artist in his spare time (hehe)

saxophone - A music artists who’s songs are usually canoe related, has gained a small cult following due to this

Warren W. Eagle - Local homeless person, usually spotted around dumpsters, can play a pretty mean keyboard solo though

there’s more important characters but I these are the ones I’ve currently planned out (Saxophone isn’t really important though, I just found the concept I had for him funny)

and finally, some miscellaneous facts that I can’t fit anywhere else in this incoherent ramble

The two main locations are Clayhill and Mullhoven, though Mullhoven in this au has become a bigger city, well Clayhill has kept its gated community status

The main three do have a minor role in this au, with them being know as the “weird” residents in town, some situation always seems to be happening to them wether that be their house burning down or finding their pillowcases full of ham

Electracey and Sketchbook are both college age with them both being 17

Laptop on the other hand is a highschooler, being 15 years old

All the characters are humanoids, they basically have human proportion’s but still have some of their weird puppet feaures

Lesley is Electric Current’s manager, though it’s not her only job according to her, she won’t tell much about herself, she likes the game of mystery

Electracey’s name in this au is just Tracey, Laptop’s is Lapis, and Elevator Speakers is Alexa

Colin, Laptop, and Electracey are all siblings, Colin being oldest, Tracey being middle, and Laptop being youngest, well Elevator Speaker is their cousin

Tissue box is fine with her and Coffins band being pretty unknown, but Coffin wish’s they could be as popular as some of the others, and he will do anything to make that happen

Laptop is a big fan of Hatsune Miku and and makes references to her in some of Electric Currents songs when it’s her turn to write one

uh that’s it for now :3 *disappears in a cloud of misty smoke*

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robinismywife · 1 year

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[ 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 ] (p.2)

PAIRING: Elvis Presley x fem!reader

SUMMARY: Y/n invites Elvis to her 20th birthday party in hopes to gain his attention. However, it leads to bigger things than she could even dream of...

WARNINGS: mentions of drinking / vomiting, kissing, Elvis being a flirt ;)) If I missed any inform me!!

A/N: Hi!! Thank you so much for the support you showed to my idea! I can't believe you keep showing me so much love every day and especially to one of my favourite things I've ever written Young and Beautiful!! It means the world to me truly! I apologize for taking so long but this whole series needs a lot of planning! I hope you like this as much as I do and get ready for the rollercoaster that's to come <33

WORD COUNT: 3k

[Young and beautiful] (p.1)

(the gif isn't mine!!)

The party was booming, yet Y/n couldn't help but feel a little dissapointed deep down. She should have known this would happen, her friends told her that this would be a risk but she did it anyway. Now she felt truly stupid, to think that she had any effect whatsoever on the biggest star in America: Elvis presley.

After meeting him a week prior in the studio, she was falling faster for him than she thought. So, her overly eager 19-year-old self took it upon herself to invite the man to her huge birthday party.

Her father was very much against it in the beginning, thinking that Elvis would be a bad influence on his young daughter. Y/n knew he wasn't entirely wrong- Elvis was indeed a couple years older and much wilder, being a celebrity and such. Perhaps it could be very easy for Y/n, an almost 20-year-old that's studying Music theory at college, to stray away from the right path- or at least the path her family expected her to stay on.

In spite of all that Y/n couldn't actually care less. She desperately wanted to be with Elvis and she was going to do anything to win him over. Now that she was thinking about it, this was a very bratty mindset but it's merely the product of her parents great affections and wealth. She wasn't responsible for it, thus she didn't dwell on it much.

"Girls do you think he's coming? Be honest?" Y/n frowned deeply, her hands fidgeting with the red reusable cup in her hands. If it wasn't for the thriving party around her, she would be vomiting in the toilet right now.

"Y/n I can't believe you're still hung up on that guy-" Daphne started, holding a beer can that she'd stolen from the fridge. Y/n was sure her father would be pissed about the fact that most of his precious beer had been stolen by a bunch of sweaty 20-year-olds.

"He's not just some guy, Daph?!" Lily cried out dramatically "He is the Elvis Presley and our Y/n has the chance to win his affections!"

"All I'm saying is that she should be grounded and- " Daphne paused for a second and her jaw dropped the moment she looked behind Y/n "Holy moly, hun.."

"What? What is it?" Y/n turned around and her eyes found him. He was right there, pouring himself a cup of spiked punch. He looked ethereal standing there with his perfectly styled jet black hair and expensive watch adorning his wrist. She could do nothing but turn back around and face her friends with a shocked expression.

"Oh my goodness! What do I do?!" Y/n whisper-yelled at her friends who looked back at her with great enthusiasm.

"What you're going to do is talk to him-" Daphne grabbed Y/n's shoulders viciously

"And you're going to ask him for an autograph- I need it in my collection- " Lily and Daphne smiled at y/n encouragingly, making her sigh in preparation for the possible humiliation.

Y/n patted down her velvety dress and made her way to the bouffee. This could either be a cruel joke on her or Elvis was actually interested in seeing her again. She definetly preffered the latter.

She gathered up the courage and poked him in the back a couple of times. Elvis turned around in surprise looking even more beautiful up close. Y/n could have fainted then and there.

"Hi" She smiled gently, trying desperately to hide the nerves and her extreme enthusiasm

"Hiya doll," He smirked back then clinked his plastic cup against hers "Happy birthday and everythin', hope you're having fun" Y/n really couldn't understand how this man could be so confident and cocky but so awkward at the same time.

"Now that you're here I am" She stated boldly. Y/n might as well jump head first into this, she has absolutely nothing to lose but her dignity at worst.

"Really?" Elvis' brow quirked and he chuckled in amusement "Well, I'm glad to be of service, baby"

Baby. Baby!? Oh Y/n could cry. This was the best birthday gift by far. Not even the hair rollers Lily got her could compete with this.

"So, Elvis, are ya enjoying your time at the studio?" Y/n asked not wanting the conversation to die out. That would be embarassing.

"Yeah, it's good to be back, ya know? Making music and all that- It feels exciting" Elvis spoke looking down at the drink in his hand. He looked absolutely adorable smiling at his drink all shy. Y/n had to fight the urge to smother him in kisses.

"I hope my daddy ain't giving you much trouble, he's always been such a perfectionist" Y/n casually took a sip from her drink

Elvis laughed slightly "Nah, he's great. I'm thrilled to be working with him really- He's a very charismatic man, has an ear for music"

"well, don't you ever tell him that, he won't believe ya" She found herself finally relaxing under his piercing gaze. It just felt so natural to talk with him. "He's too humble, that man"

"Believe me I know" Elvis raised his eyebrows in agreement "if you were in the studio you'd know how many compliments he brushes off"

"I keep having to remind him to take a compliment once in a while- Every Saturday that I'm there it's always the same thing" Y/n grinned, recalling her fathers flustered face.

"You're there on Saturdays?" Elvis' face lit up suddenly

"Yeah, don't ya remember? We met on a Saturday" She stiffled a laugh at his shocked features

"Right- right- I-I-I forgot about that," Elvis cleared his throat a bit and the confident look appeared on his face again "Well, do you sing or somethin', honey?"

"I don't know if I'm any good, but I do a bit of singing, yeah- Why do you ask Elvis?"

"Just wondering," He took a sip of his drink and resumed his sentence "Wouldn't mind a duet with ya"

"Me?! A duet with you?! You're insane Elvis!" Y/n laughed incredulously

"Why not?" He chuckled warmly "I have a bunch of songs that are in need of a voice like yours"

"You haven't even heard me once Elvis! I could be absolutely useless!"

"I'm prepared to take that risk, hun'"

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And he did take that risk. The very next day Elvis had invited Y/n to the studio to check out some new songs. Now, Y/n and her father had just arrived, parking right in front of the entrance of the huge building. She took a deep breath before they both got out and walked in.

The space immidiately brought a sense of comfort to her. Y/n had been accompanying her father to the studio for at least a decade now. Therefore, some of her fondest memories with her father had been made there.

The two of them greeted the secretery and she waved back hastily in the midst of making phonecalls.

"Are you nervous, sunshine?" Y/n's father smiled sympathetically as he filled some cups with warm coffee.

"Can you blame me?" She chuckled, however, the butterflies in her stomach were still intense

"Well, ya shouldn't worry sweetheart, Mr.Presley is indeed a gentleman"

Y/n smiled at that, recalling the previous night they spent together, talking and laughing. Before she knew it, her father had filled the cups with the warm beverage and they'd reached the studio.

"Good morning boys!" Her father spoke loudly as they entered the spacious room.

There they all were, sitting around the coffee table on comfortable armchairs. On the table a bunch of papers were spread, not leaving much room for the coffee Y/n and her father had brought with them.

The rest of the boys didn't lift their heads, only Elvis did. His eyes landed on Y/n and lit up. For all she knew she could have been a stack of gold by the way his face was covered with admiration. Obviously, she didn't know that Elvis was admiring her and how the morning sun hit her just right as it bled into the room. Y/n looked even prettier than the night before.

"Good morning" She spoke, a lump forming in her throat, as the two other men shifted their focus to her.

Elvis finally leaped up from his chair "Y/n's singin' with me today, boys" then he faced her with a comforting smile "That's Scotty and Bill, you've seen 'em before"

"Yes, I certainly have, pleasure" Y/n shook hands with both of them and the session began.

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Y/n was already aware that today she would be surrounded with individuals much more talented and professional than she could ever be. Now, everybody knew that Elvis sang like an angel but when Scotty and Bill picked up their instruments, Y/n swore that she was in heaven. The three of them were magical.

At the moment, they were preparing for a song that seemed to make Elvis unusually nervous. However, he was trying to cover it up by making small talk with The Jordanaires, his background singers.

"Y/n? Y/n?" Y/n's vision was blocked by Scotty's hand waving in front of her face "You're distracted" Scotty told her knowingly, a smirk appearing on his face. He was a very sweet boy but also very disciplined when it came to work. Although, Y/n liked that about him, right now all she wanted to do was stare at Elvis.

"I know, I'm sorry, it's just-" Y/n leaned closer to the guitarist to whisper " Elvis seems nervous- I mean look at how he's jittering"

"He's always jittering, Y/n" Scotty told her as if he was trying to avoid saying anything

"Scotty look at him" Y/n said seriously

"Well, if you pay attention to the sheet music you'll understand" Scotty looked at her expectantly as she examined the paper and Y/n suddenly felt grateful for her ability to read sheet music. Her eyes widened when they landed on the last chord progression.

"Scotty that's a really high note" Y/n spoke in shock

"Yeah, no shit," Scotty sighed "He's been practicing all week"

"Well, a vocal coach could-"

"Help? Nah, he's too stubborn- Says he wants to do it by himself"

"That's stupid"

"Tell me about it," The man shrugged and got up, ready to record "Boys are y'all ready?"

And they began recording. Y/n stood next to The Jordanaires once again to sing the background vocals. The song was going particularly well until Elvis stopped singing mid-verse.

"EP you good, man?" Bill asked, side-eyeing Scotty who shrugged

"Nah, I-I-I just um-" Elvis' eyes wandered anxiously around him until they landed on her and finally seemed to relax "Y/n come 'ere, baby"

"Next to you?" Y/n was getting nervous too now. She was not prepared for this. Doing the background vocals was a piece of cake, but doing a duet with America's best singer was taking it too far. Elvis obviously had faith in her, however, knowing herself Y/n was very likely to ruin the whole session.

"Yeah, we're sharing the microphone," Elvis spoke with his hands resting on his hips and a playful grin "Don't feel right without ya"

"But-"

"Just do me the favor, doll," He pleeded with his eyes, just like a little kid would "I promise this will turn out so good"

Thus, Y/n obeyed. She walked next to him, placing her sheet music on the stand before them. Her hands were shaking quite a bit, making her even more self consious than before. Why was she finding it so hard to be a professional for once? If she actually wanted to follow this profession, she would have to stop looking and acting so mortified.

When Elvis noticed her fidgeting and shaking, he couldn't help but feel the need to comfort her. That's why his large and warm hands found themselves on top of her own cold ones. Something he didn't expect is how well they fit together, just like puzzle pieces. Usually these kind of situations made Elvis want to run away and not look back, but for the first time he felt as if he was doing the right thing.

"You know how to sight read?" He asked her quietly, trying to take her mind off of the singing.

"Yeah, I was in my church's choir when I was younger" Y/n answered, very much aware of her hands being engulfed by his. Not that she minded it, it was just surprising and a bit overwhelming.

"Gospel, huh? Gotta listen to ya sing some of those tunes one day, baby" She didn't miss the enthusiasm in his voice at the thought of Gospel music. Elvis was a very spiritual person.

Before Y/n could answer, the instruments had already started playing the upbeat tune of Now or never.

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"Thank ya fellas- We'll make it big with this record" Elvis chatted with the men around him.

"You're already big, E" Chuckled Bill, taking the last sip of his now cold coffee.

"Nah, I tell ya, boys- I can feel it- This record we're cuttin' will be the start of something big" Elvis' eyes were filled with hope. Now, that he was out of the army he felt unstoppable.

Y/n kept quiet as she picked up her things and shoved them in her bag. Elvis has been praising his friends for at least five minutes, but didn't even look at her after the recording stopped. She couldn't understand what his problem was. He had been so sweet to her, so gentle, and now he's ignoring her. Y/n felt used. Used for the perfect recording and then thrown away. What if she becomes just a name on a list of all the girls the king of rock and roll dated? What if she becomes a bitter old woman sometime in the future writing a book about the "real" Elvis Presley? What if she hates him soon? She should stop spiraling.

Elvis was waving goodbye to his friends as they left the studio, their laughter echoing off the walls. They were alone and Y/n hadn't even noticed how quickly that came to be. So, she picked up her bag awkwardly and headed to the door without a word, as he watched her with confusion.

"Where you going?" He grabbed her wrist with a frown

"Home. I'm sure my daddy's waiting for me outside" She spoke coldly, trying to rip her hand from his grasp. Y/n still had some dignity left and she wasn't going to give in to his tactics.

"Don't treat me like that baby, what did I do?" His frown now deepend as he walked closer to her

"Don't call me baby, Elvis" He was making it extremely hard being mad at him when these nicknames sounded so good rolling off his tongue.

"Why? You don't like it?" Elvis smirked as if he could read her thoughts "You're squirming under my touch, honey" and thats when he held her face with his one hand, as the other snaked around her waist. Y/n hated to admit it but everything that he was doing felt so right.

After a bit of silence and looking at each others lips, Y/n couldn't handle it anymore, she had to say something. "Say something sweet to me, Elvis"

"Hmm," He chuckled lightly "You wanna hear it, don't ya? How good you were, singing your little heart out?" And she couldn't help but nod, all common sense was thrown out the window from the moment he touched her anyways.

"You were good, baby, so so good for me," His lips were now almost on hers, and she was so eager for him to close that gap "You're my muse" and he kissed her.

He was eager, yet gentle. Y/n had been kissed before but this could not compete with the unexperienced and lanky boys from college. Elvis was skilled with his hands as they roamed her body in a way that she had never been touched before. He made her feel beautiful, like he was a sculptor and she was a statue of a greek godess. His touch brought her to life.

"Elvis- Elvis stop-" Y/n pulled away suddenly

"D-Did I do something wro-?"

"Someone's coming" They both quieted down and the sound of a man's laughter reached their ears. Y/n could recognise that laugh anywhere "My daddy's coming!" she whisper-yelled.

They both jumped off of each other, adjusting their clothes, just in time. Her father marched in still chuckling to himself as the two stood in front of the door uncomfortably.

"Hiya kids," Y/n's dad lifted his head and looked between the two of them, now looking uncomfortable himself. The tension was so thick Y/n could cut it with a knife.

"Everything alright, Elvis?"

"Yes, sir" Elvis nodded a little too aggresively

"Ready to leave, sunshine?" Y/n nodded now as well. After waving goodbye at an overwhelmed Elvis, she grabbed her fathers hand and they walked out of the studio.

When the both of them finally got in the car Y/n sighed, looking through her bag for her compact mirror. She prayed her makeup wasn't too messed up. They were almost caught, but there was something thrilling about the whole situation.

"You know you can talk to me right, sweetie?" Her father looked at her with a frown, and when she nodded in return he continued talking.

"Cause, if Mr.Presley is not acting appropriately- If he's being weird- You know boys, at his age, want different things-"

"Daddy!" Y/n looked up at him with shock written all over her face "I got the message- Can ya just drive us home please?"

"Sorry sweetheart"

Actually, Elvis was being quite inappropiate, but she liked it. It would be their secret. After that kiss Y/n felt like a whole different person, like something had awakened in her. She wasn't sure how to stop it, not that she wanted to. Elvis helped her feel so wild and alive. She felt as if she had spent her life living under some rock, and he took her out of that monotony. Y/n couldn't wait until the next time she would see him.

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