#dom suga just hits different

[byuljoonie]

Never Goodbye // myg

It’s never goodbye, I’ll always see you again…

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: one shot, angst, fluff, quick smut, rash decisions

word count: 3k

warnings: mentions of mental health, mentions of past SH/scars, sad-ish smut, d-day tour, swearing, almost oral (m4f), dom!suga sub!reader, unsafe sẽx, creampie, fluff if you hate fluff.

note: My depression has been hitting so hard lately. I will re-edit tomorrow, I’m exhausted and can’t double check tonight. I love Min Yoongi, I will backflip for him. In all honesty, when Yoongi did his first live since being gone for a while, I ugly sobbed over my iPad. I missed him so much and the thought of him leaving shook me to my core lmao. Though I’m overdramatic, I am a proud military wife for 3 so far of 7 husbands. Enjoy the one shot and feel free to submit requests to the link in my bio, and listen to some of my playlists also in the bio. I will post Ramo Buchón and this story on Ao3 next week. -dubu

I stood in the dimly lit record store, surrounded by rows upon rows of vinyl records, each a portal to a different musical era. I held in my hand the debit card my thoughtful boyfriend, Yoongi, had given me to use this afternoon. He had gifted me a beautiful scarlet record player, and now I was on a mission to fill it with music.

The store was a treasure trove of musical history. Rows of records stretched out in every direction, organized meticulously by genre and artist. I traced my fingers along the spines, feeling the nostalgia emanating from each one. Rock, jazz, classical, pop – it was all there, waiting to be explored.

My indecisiveness was palpable as I contemplated my choices. I would pick up one vinyl, then another, carefully examining the album artwork and reading the tracklist. Yoongi had given me complete freedom to choose, and I wanted to make sure every selection was perfect.

In the midst of my contemplation, my thoughts drifted to Yoongi. I couldn't help but smile as I remembered the way he had surprised me with the record player earlier. It was clear that he knew just how much I loved music like him, and he wanted to share that passion with me.

As I continued browsing, my eyes suddenly lit up when I spotted the records I had been searching for. There, among the vast collection, were albums by Queen, Mac Miller, Lee Moonsae, and Diana Ross – artists whose music had shaped my life. I felt a rush of excitement as I reached for each of them, holding them close as if they were precious treasures.

With a heart full of gratitude for Yoongi's thoughtful gift and a bag full of vinyl records, I headed to the checkout counter. I knew that each record I had chosen would be a soundtrack to special moments shared with Yoongi, and that made the indecisiveness and the joy of discovery all the more worthwhile.

My collection is finally growing again and I’m so grateful to him. I checked out quickly, holding a brief conversation with the nice blue-haired woman at the counter. Thanking god for the half empty store, I stepped out into the cold air. I called a taxi on my phone and waited the everlasting 10 minutes as I nearly froze in place.

The sleek navy-blue car pulled in front of the little store, a middle aged man stepping out of the drivers side to open the door for me. I thanked him as he grabbed my bag and set it in the trunk for me. The short drive back to our apartment was quiet, the hum of NPR coming from the radio piercing the silence. The heater blowing directly at me.

We pulled up to the tall building hurrying so I can escape the cold air. I grabbed my bag from the man and tipped him extra for his generosity and service. I scanned into the building making my way to the elevators past the front desk. After I exited the elevators I grew more excited to see Yoongi. I skipped happily to our door, putting in the key code.

I’m greeted by the smell of air freshener and our puppy running up to me. Excitedly licking my hand and wagging his tail. I closed the door setting my bag on the small table near it and then taking off my shoes.

“Hi baby!” I said cheerfully looking at Yoongi as he walked over to me. He grabbed my waist and placed a kiss on my check, making his way down to my neck. Resting his head on my shoulder as he held me. I felt like putty in his palm, moving to grab his face and plant a kiss on his lips.

He hummed into the kiss, letting his hands sneak around my waist to my ass. I giggled and pushed him away immediately, missing the feeling of his hands on me already. He pained a hurt expression and I gave him a knowing look. He was supposed to be packing but the laundry basket I left him to sort through seemed to be almost untouched as it sat idle by our sofa.

“Min Yoongi why is your laundry still folded neatly in that basket?” I questioned pointing to his clothes and resting a hand on my hip. “I needed a break,” he said nonchalantly, walking to go sit back on the sofa. He was precious but we have things to do and I can’t let his cuteness distract me. I grabbed my shopping bag from the table and walked over to Yoongi, sitting on his lap so I could show him the merchandise.

“Let me show you what I bought and then I’ll go start on dinner while you actually pack,” I said smiling at the way he rested his hands on my thighs. I took the vinyls out of the bag, setting the first two on the sofa cushion next to us.

“First I got this classic Diana Ross record, but I can’t hold in my excitement anymore!” I said grabbing the Mac Miller record and handing it to Yoongi. I watched as his eyes light up in excitement. “I know I was supposed to be shopping for me but I couldn’t help myself.” I said starting to tear up. I didn’t want to cry but the emotions are hitting hard, Yoongi leaves in a few days.

“Thank you so much baby I love it,” he said setting the record aside to kiss me softly. Yoongi sighed as he stared down at me on his lap. I noticed the worry in his eyes and sat up placing a hand on his cheek. “Are you okay my love?” I probed gently.

“It’s just…I can’t help but worry about leaving you alone again while I go on tour. Your depression and anxiety, I’m afraid they might worsen, and I won’t be there to help you when you need me the most,” Yoongi said staring deeply into my glossy eyes.

I smiled warmly at his confession, cupping his face in my hands. “Min Yoongi, it’s so easy to see why your parents named you light. You’ve helped me through so much already, you are my light. I’ve learned so much from you about handling my emotions, and even on my worst days, just a phone call with you can calm me down. I’ll be okay baby, I promise,” I choked out.

Yoongi looked at me for a second, seemingly analyzing me. He nodded slowly pulling me into a tight hug. “I know you’ve grown stronger, but I can’t help but worry. You mean the world to me Y/N,” he said as I buried my face in his neck.

“And you mean the world to me too, Yoongi. We’ll get through this together, just like we always do.” I said hugging him tighter. We stayed in our embrace for a while, finding comfort in each others presence. Eventually I break the hug and get up to go make dinner, while Yoongi starts to sort through his laundry basket.

“I guess I’ll actually start getting my things in order,” he mumbled to himself with a huff. He stood up flinging open his suitcases, and throwing in a few items he eyeballed. I giggled at how unenthusiastic he was being.

“I’ll help you pack after dinner Yoongs, you know I have to double check and make sure you have everything you’ll need.” I said busying myself at the stove. After I mixed the pasta, I told Yoongi to set the table while I change and I’d be right back.

I retreated to our bedroom, eager to change into my comfortable pajamas. As I shed my days attire and donned my soft, oversized pjs, my eyes involuntarily drifted to the prominent scars that crisscrossed my body, momentos of a harrowing time that altered my life.

A wave of sadness washed over me, recalling the challenges in my journey to recovery. Moments of doubt crept in, but just as I was about to get lost in my melancholic thoughts, I heard Yoongi’s voice gently calling me from the dining area.

“Babe come on I’m hungry and your food smells too good,” he whined cutely as I walked into the dining room. I placed some pasta in his plate and sat in the chair across from him, unconsciously tugging at the short sleeves on my shirt, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

Yoongi hummed in delight at the taste of the cream pasta, and I quietly chewed along. It didn’t take long for us to finish our meal, I stood up making my way to the sink, grabbing the dishes from the table. I started washing dishes, mindlessly humming one of Yoongi’s songs.

“Why’re you so quiet tonight sweetheart?” Yoongi questioned as he walked up behind me. I felt his hands wrap around my waist, he then pulled me flush against him. “Talk to me Y/N,” he said in my ear, leaving a soft lingering kiss behind.

“I’m sorry I just don’t feel the best, honestly, I feel like a burden. All these ugly scars already make me feel less than, but the thought of me holding you back from doing what you love pains me the most, Yoongi,” I said nervously, melting into his embrace.

Suddenly Yoongi unraveled his arms, reaching around me to turn the faucet off. I turned around to face him, confusion flooding my features. He gently placed his hands on my face, searching my eyes for an unknown answer.

“Will you let me show you how much I love you Y/N?” He asked. I nodded slowly, bringing my hand up to touch his that rested on my cheek. He leaned down to place a kiss on my lips, hovering close after he pulled apart.

We walked hand in hand to the bedroom, closing the door behind us. Yoongi guided me over to our bed, helping me up onto the tall mattress. He climbed onto the bed, gently pushing me to lay down flat on my back.

“With every piece of clothing I remove from your body, I’ll leave a trace of me behind. You deserve to know how gorgeous you are Y/N, how utterly irresistible and perfect you are. Every piece of you that you view as an imperfection, I view as another reason to love you.” Yoongi said removing his black shirt from his toned figure.

He removed his shorts, carelessly tossing them to some shadow realm. He looped his fingers under my, formally his, oversized shirt, pulling it over my head in one swift motion.

He stared at my exposed chest for a second, eyes flickering back to mine every so often. He then leaned down, placing a trail of kisses down my neck, and stopping when he reached my collar bone.

He started leaving behind love bites, sucking and licking at the quick forming bruises. I hissed in pleasure as his tongue felt like pure ecstasy, sighing at the way he took my nipple into his mouth.

He looked up at me through hooded eyes, staring at me intensely as he massaged and sucked my breasts. I moaned his name quietly, wrapping my legs around his torso as he moved his attention to the other side.

He made his way down my exposed front, leaving no inch of skin without a trace of his love, or tongue. He moved further down the bed, hooking his fingers under the band of my flower covered panties.

His eyes never left my face, he smirked as I watch him in anticipation. Stomach quickly rising and falling with every nervous breath. He pulled them down my legs painfully slow, I shivered as the cold air hit my exposed clit. He’s barely touched me and I’m already a soaking mess.

He placed a kiss on my left hip bone, massaging the right one with a free hand. He kissed his way down until he hovered over my center, watching the way my eyes drank in his sinful appearance. I could feel the warmth of his breath hitting my core, causing an accidental whine to escape my pouty lips.

He let out a breathy chuckle before placing a kiss on my clit. That earned another moan from me as well as a tight grip on the rappers long hair. He sat up suddenly, receiving a look of disappointment from me. “I can’t wait any longer pumpkin, I need to fill you up like the good girl you are. Gonna make you cry for a much better reason than before.” Yoongi said tossing his boxers to the side and rubbing his length against my pussy, I squirmed in anticipation.

I felt his tip probe at my entrance, his length slowly being engulfed into the hot, soft cavern. I gasped at the intrusion, squeezing Yoongi’s arm as he began to move slowly. With every thrust I clenched harder, scratching down his back as he loving fucked me into oblivion.

“I can never get enough of you princess,” Yoongi grunted out as he sped up his rhythmic movements. “This is my pussy baby you’re mine, all mine, and no one else’s.” He growled eyes darkening with pleasure.

“hmfp I…I’m all yours Yoongi all yours please please fuck me just like that,” I stuttered out, crying as my body grew sore with the force of Yoongi’s hips slamming into mine. I enjoyed every second of this painful pleasure, yanking him by the neck down to my mouth. Lewd noises echoed through our apartment, a melody of wet sounds and heavy breathing reverberating off the walls of our bedroom.

I screamed in pleasure as Yoongi reached down and started furiously rubbing my swollen clit. “Fuck down on me Y/N, let the neighbors hear all those pretty noises you make. Tell me how much you love this dick baby it’s all yours,” he said hotly leaving a trail of wet kisses down my neck.

“It’s mine oh f…fuck Yoongi I can’t take it, I want you to cum inside me please. N…need you to fill me up so I can fully be yours,” I choked out in between sobs. Before I could react the bed shook with extreme force, Yoongi unbelievably fucking me deeper, lifting my hips off the bed and squeezing my bruised hips.

I felt his dick pulsate inside me, indicating he was just as close as I was. “Fuck…cum with me baby,” he grunted out head rolling back in pleasure as his pace slowed. I felt his warm cum shoot inside me, I shook furiously hips spazzing as Yoongi gently set me down. He wiped my tears as I exhaustedly went limp, too tired to get another word out.

“I hope you know I’m going to think about this all the time while I’m gone,” Yoongi said grabbing some water from his bedside table to give to me. I mustered the courage to sit up and graciously take the water, passing him the rest after I finished. He leaned over and placed another kiss on my lips, holding me in his arms as he quietly talked me into a restful sleep.

Yoongi stood by the door, his bags packed and ready for the waiting vehicle outside. I watched him, my eyes brimming with emotions as he turned to face me.

“Y/N, I wish I didn’t have to leave without you, but I know how important your work is to you. I promise I’ll try to call you everyday, no matter the time difference,” he said softly.

“I know Yoongs, but I’m going to miss you so so much,” I said voice quivering as I struggled to keep my composure. My body shook with sadness, shoulders slouching in defeat. Yoongi cupped my face in his hands and gently wiped away my tears.

“Hey look at me, beautiful. I want you to know that no matter where I am, my heart is always with you. If you ever need anything, if you’re feeling down, just call me and I’ll answer in a heartbeat. I would fly across the country in seconds to get to you my love. I might not say it enough, but you mean everything to me Y/N there is no me without you. You’re my inspiration, my strength, and my love.” He confessed, his eyes holding a depth of emotion he often struggled to express.

“I love you too Yoongi, more than words can say,” I said while sniffling. Yoongi smiled at me through glossy eyes, clearly trying to hold it together for me. “Actions speak volumes, right? I’ll prove it to you everyday I’m away. This tour won’t change how I feel about you, and it damn sure won’t change us.” He said pulling me into another tight embrace. A car horn could be heard impatiently honking in the background.

“Goodbye my love,” I said smiling through my tears.

“It’s never goodbye, I’ll always see you again darling.”

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[daddy-suguru]

𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 ▸ 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ▸ nsfw, threesome, sub!reader, sub!suguru with dom thoughts, dom!satoru, Satoru fucks suguru’s mouth, daddy title is used, cock warming, begging, you ride suguru

Suguru is always bossy in the bedroom. But for tonight, Suguru is letting Satoru and you do what you want with his body for a little while.

Both of his wrists are bound to the bedpost. He could so easily break the bedframe and free himself, but this is the hotel bed. And it would be too troublesome to explain to some of the staff how they ruined the bed.

Satoru softly cooed, "Look at Suga, giving us his best behavior." As he smears spit over Suguru's pouty puckered lips with his cock head. Before he grabs a handful of Suguru's dark hair to hold his head still. As he pushes himself against Suguru's lips, which part so he can take Satoru's cock deep into his throat.

You say, "Daddy looks so pretty with your cock in his throat pretty boy." Wishing that Satoru would let you do more than just cock warm with Suguru. Whose throbbing cock twitches inside you as he occasionally tenses his thighs trying his hardest not to bounce you on his cock by hip-thrusting you up in the air and letting gravity do the rest. Suguru is sure he didn't need his hands. You were so light sitting on top of his bulky self.

Satoru pulls his cock out of Suguru's mouth, slowly groaning as Suguru's hallow cheeks rub along the sides of his cock. Which slips out of Suguru's mouth with a loud pop. "If Suga is subbing for us for then wouldn't he be the pretty boy? And I'm Daddy, since I'm the one telling your cute bitch ass when you can ride his cock. How does it feel having his cock twitch inside you, yet all you can do is sit and watch me fuck this pretty boy's throat?" Satoru sets a slow pace, fucking his cock into Suguru's throat.

You whimper, "I feel full. Can't you see my stomach bulging with his pretty cock?" You move one hand off Suguru's stomach to your own belly. Which you push on as you clench around Suguru, making him moan around Satoru's cock. The vibrations going down to his balls.

Satoru groans, "MmmMM! Fuck!" Afterwards Satoru smirks, pulling his cock out of Suguru's mouth and spitting before thrusting his cock deep into Suguru's mouth again. Satoru adds, "Call me Daddy and I'll let you bounce yourself on Suguru's fat cock." You clench your thighs, squeezing Suguru's hips as you look from Suguru's pouty, spit glossed lips wrapped around Satoru's pale cock. And up into Satoru's baby blue eyes.

You cave right away begging, "Daddy, please, let me bounce on our pretty boy's cock. I want to rub the inside of my pussy with his thick dick. It feels so good when it hits the back of my pussy, please." The way you're begging as Suguru slipping, wanting to pound into you from where he lays beneath you.

"Do it, but don't let him cum." With your hands on his stomach, you lean forward. Suguru is tall enough that you could lie down on him and still not interfere with Satoru fucking himself past Suguru's pouty lips.

Suguru can't deny there is something being on the bottom. Watching you get needy for him after Satoru said you could only cock warm. Which has resulted in you getting yourself off on his cock, which he might have you ride him more often. And then there is Satoru acting like a full on brat. You might enjoy getting bullied by the two of them, but Suguru preferred to do the bullying. But the brattier Satoru gets, makes putting him in this place afterwards even more exciting.

"Thank you Daddy." Pressing open mouth kisses on one of his thick man tits. Before biting down, making him the beefier one between the two. With Satoru's framing being more lean than bulky, two different muscular and equally mouth watering.

Satoru groans, "That's our favorite good girl, I love hearing you call me that. It's not fair Suguru gets it all the time. It's my turn, don't you think?"

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[bokuroskitten]

Hello! Just found your blog and been loving it! Can I request the prompt 136 with Sugawara? Thank you and keep up they great work! ❤

136. Don’t fucking touch what is not yours.

➳Genre: NSWF, Mature Themes ➳warnings: dom/sub dynamics, nudes, sexting ➳Character(s): Sugawara Koushi ✯This post contains Haikyuu manga spoilers✯ Thank you for your kindness, anon. I appericate you. ❦

Suga wasn’t one to keep his phone on him at work, typically it was left on his desk or in his locker, or briefcase. He wanted his full attention to be on his students whether it was during a lesson or homework time, the cellphone just seemed like a distraction. 

But today was different, he had forgotten to put the little device away before class so now it sat snug in the pocket of his slacks. He sat on top of his desk as his students worked on homework, soft hums leaving his lips as he read over a stack of essays that were handed in previous days. He would have totally forgotten about the device in his pocket, had it not vibrated multiple times within his pocket.

It made his humming stop, sliver brows pulling together in confusion. He typically didn’t receive texts during the workday unless it was an emergency. Getting that many texts in a row made him a bit worried. What if something was wrong with you?

So against his better judgement, he pulled the device from his pocket. He saw that you had sent him 5 texts and the worry only began to build. He typed in his password quickly and placed down the essays, eyes swimming with worry as he went to read your messages. Only for red to instantly rise to the tips of his ears.  

Message 1: “I know you’re at work Sir, but I just needed to tell you--”

Message 2: “That my cunny has been aching for you all day long :( “

Message 3:  “It was aching so bad I couldn’t wait for you to come home... I said your name so loud though~💖”

The last two messages were pictures that were, quite revealing, to say the least. Your legs spread open and your panties pushed to the side, your flesh glistening with what Suga assumed was your arousal. 

The male had to clear his throat, hop himself off the desk and compose himself as he turned away from the class, eyes staying glued to the screen of his phone. His brain was doing cartwheels as he attempted to come up with some sort of response, but the heat that was quickly travelling to his crotch was very distracting. 

“Keep working on the homework guys, I’ll be right back.” He spoke this to his students who all nodded and continued to work away, not even realizing the rising flush on their teachers face or the way his muscles were tensed beneth the white button up he wore. As he walked to the closetest exit his fingers typed a response. 

“Baby, are you telling me that you touched yourself without permission?”

It only took seconds after the text was sent for a response to be sent. This time it was a video that popped up on his screen. Thankfully Sugawara kept his phone on silent because when he clicked the play button it was a video of you pleasing yourself, fingers sinking into your dampened core. He bit down hard on his lip, knowing that you probably sounded so pretty doing that.

But there were rules for a reason. 

As soon as the outside air hit him Sugawara was calling you, phone pressed to his ear as he rolled up the sleeves of his button up. You didn’t keep him waiting for long, your breathless voice coming onto the other end of the phone. 

“Hi Sir~ Something wrong?”

“Baby.” Sugawara took a pause, hand subtly travelling over the bulge that formed in his pants before he started speaking again. “How many times do I need to tell you, don’t fucking touch what isn't yours.”

The way his voice sounded overm the phone made you bite down on your lip. You knew he was pissed. Swallowing down an excited clumo in your throat you whispered back to him. “But I couldn’t wait Sir--”

“I expect you to be naked when I get home.” Suga interrupted, his voice holding that stern tone that made you wanna moan even over the phone. “And keep that cunny wet for me, I’ll be fucking teaching you some manners as soon as I walk in the door.”

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[thisbeatchachinglikemoney]

Strange

Part 2 of the Boys with Luv series

Pairing: Yoongi x reader, Yoongi x BTS, 

Summary: Yoongi has found his soulmate, but his trouble has only just begun. He has to tell the members, but their reactions are something he never expected.

Warnings: Angst, Namjoon being a slight dick to Yoongi, sad TaeTae.

AN: Thank you guys so much for the love already on this series. I never expected it! Sorry this one is a little bit shorter, but there was less I planned to put in this chapter. There is more Yoongi x Y/N next chapter, I promise!

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Y/N POV:

After last night, Yoongi had brought me to his own apartment in Seoul. He had had to go back into work as he had got a call from one of the other members of the group and he had to go back. So he told me the address and allowed me to stay there so we could talk.

It was strange, now being able to see the colour of everything. It felt like if I had to go back to seeing in black and white now, I would not be able to cope. Everything was so vibrant. There were infinite shades of blue, and red, and green, and purple, all of which had been different shades of grey for all of my life. 

I had fallen asleep when I got to his apartment since it was so late. So I hadn’t seen the colours of the outside world; the colour of the sky, the sun, the clouds. I groaned as I pushed back the blankets, feeling the silk material of the main duvet slip and slide under my fingers. Of course Yoongi would have silk sheets. I giggled to myself as I swung my legs out of bed. I grabbed myself some new clothes and changed into them. But this time it was harder. I could see what colours clashed, and the thought of me walking around not knowing any better was now really embarrassing. 

I flushed red as I picked out a white sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. It had just hit me - I was in Min Yoongi’s apartment. THE Min Yoongi. As in Suga of BTS. As in Agust D. I was in what was hopefully the guest bedroom. I gasped. What if I had slept in his bed? I quickly turned and made the bed before pulling open the curtains. 

It was beautiful. The sky was a clear crystal blue. There were a few clouds, and the sun was a pale yellow because it was morning. It was common knowledge on what colour the sky and sun were. It was something constant and would not change. 

I sighed to myself. I needed coffee. Hopefully he would have some. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind me helping myself. Or I could get a delivery, but I didn’t know the address. I turned around and surveyed the bedroom better. The walls were a very pale grey, and the bed was a darker shade. There were light coloured pillows on the bed as well as dark grey silk sheets. There were framed photographs of cityscapes on the walls, and a white wooden dresser was opposite the bed against the wall. There was a wall of mirrors, which is what I assumed was a wardrobe. I pushed it open and saw it was empty. Definitely the guest bedroom.

I pushed open the door and walked out of the room. I looked side to side trying to remember which way was the front door and which way was the kitchen. I remembered that the living room was by the front door but the kitchen and dining room I had not seen so assumed were past the bedroom I had found. I decided to turn left and found myself in a large kitchen complete with black marble worktops and a large island in the middle.

It was then my eyes fell on it. The coffee machine. Okay, now a coffee cup. Where did people normally keep their mugs and cups and glasses? I began opening some cupboards when I heard the front door open, making me freeze.

“Y/N, are you awake?” You heard Yoongi call out.

“Yeah, I’m in the kitchen!” I called back.

Yoongi POV:

I felt bad having to leave her, but Taehyung called me. He had woken up and panicked when I wasn’t there. So I hurried back after giving her the key and directions to my apartment, hoping that she wouldn’t get lost. I walked with her part of the way, anyway, since it was close to the company building.

Taehyung was sat at my desk, spinning around in my chair as he waited for me. “Where did you go?” He asked, his eyes slightly wet and swollen. “I thought you had left me.”

I took a deep breath. He was beautiful. His eyes were a beautiful shade of chocolate brown, and his hair was a curly light brown. His skin was a lovely tan colour. 

“Yoongi hyung?” Taehyung was looking at me worried now. “What’s wrong? Did something happen? Was it a sasaeng?”

“No, nothing is wrong.” I replied. Now I had a choice, I either tell him that I met my soulmate, or I don’t tell him and keep it a secret. I decided to tell him - we were open to each other about everything, that way no one got upset over secrets that others had. “I think I met my soulmate, Tae.” I said, sitting down on the couch.

“What?” Taehyung stood up, looking surprised. “Are you sure? You either did or you didn’t.” He said. 

“Well, I can see colours now, if that’s what you mean.” I replied.

“Really, you can?” Taehyung asked, straddling his lap. “What do I look like?”

“You look so beautiful, baby.” I said, resting my hands on his hips. “Such pretty eyes.” Taehyung blushed.

“So what are you going to do. What is she like?” He asked.

“Well, I can’t leave her. She was staying in the park when I found her, with all of her stuff. She’s clearly not in a good place right now, so I let her stay in my apartment. She is pretty, and from what I can tell, a very good dancer. She was dancing to Spring Day in the park.” I explained.

“You’re letting her stay in your apartment?” Taehyung looked a bit annoyed at this. I knew it was dangerous, but I trusted her, which was strange, considering I had only met her not even an hour ago. 

“Yes?” I said, looking him in the eye. I was realising now he had a small mole on the end of his nose, as well as one by his lip. “I know it might be dangerous, but I do trust her, Tae.”

“Hyung, are you going to leave us?” Taehyung asked. I was silent. I didn’t know how to answer him as I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. His lips quivered and he nervously licked them. “Hyung?” His voice was smaller this time - sounding scared and unsure. “Please, no!” He begged, tears beginning to stream down his face when I still didn’t answer.

“Tae, I don’t know what I’m going to do.” I said, reaching out to stroke his hair to calm him down. He flinched away from me, getting off my lap. “Baby, please, this isn’t my fault!”

“Yeah, well, you could have just rejected her as your soulmate.” He spat, his arms folded across his chest. Rejecting your soulmate is something that you would never want to happen to you. It was painful, the cords between you and your soulmate being severed apparently felt like a white hot knife. You would never want to inflict that on anyone, at least, I knew I didn’t.

“Taehyung, that’s not fair! You know what that would be like for her!” I said, standing up. I was getting annoyed at him now. He knew what that would be like for her, and for him to purposely want to put someone through that... I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

“Yeah, but do you know what it’s going to be like for all of us? For me?!” Taehyung shouted. “We are supposed to be your forever, not some girl you met on the streets! For all you know she could be a whore out to get your money!”

“Kim Taehyung, you stop that right now!” I shouted, hoping that using my dom voice would get him to calm down slightly. “We need to have a group meeting about this! It’s not something I can decide on my own!”

“Well here’s my input, reject her!” Taehyung grabbed his coat before storming out of the studio. I sighed and sat down, burying my head in my hands. What a mess. I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text to the groupchat, saying I needed to have an emergency meeting with them all ASAP. They all replied saying they were on their way. Taehyung said nothing.

I guess that could be expected from him. Taehyung and I were the ones who started the whole polyamorous relationship. We started dating, but then decided that we wanted more, so we asked the members about it. Taehyung was my baby. I didn’t want to lose him, but I also didn’t want to cause Y/N unnecessary pain. I could already tell she had been through so much pain in her life and I didn’t want to be the cause of another source.

I made my way to our practice room and waited for everyone to arrive. It was quiet since it was so early. It was strange being here by myself - I was usually locked away in my studio until they texted me saying we were having a rehearsal, so I never realised just how quiet it could get. Yes, there was still the security guards and the night shift girl at the front desk, but they kept to themselves. 

The door opened, revealing the maknaes, besides Tae, and Hoseok. “Hyung!” Jimin ran towards me, hugging me tight. I smiled and hugged him back. Jimin always thought he was too fat and always wanted to diet, but I was against it. He wasn’t chubby, he was just muscular. I could feel all his muscles when I hugged him. I cupped his cheek as I kissed his lips, making him smile and rest his head on my shoulder. Jungkook also joined in the hug, accepting a kiss from me as well. 

“What’s wrong, hyung?” Hoseok asked as he shut the door behind him. “Did something happen? Where’s Tae?” He walked over to me and hugged me. “You look sad, love.”

“I’ll tell you all when Namjoon and Jin get here. Taehyung already knows, which is why he’s not here.” I explained, making Hoseok hum and nod, rubbing my back. The door banged open as Namjoon stumbled through, tripping over his own two feet. I chuckled. Such Joon behaviour. Jin was behind him, a hand firmly secured on his upper arm preventing him from falling flat on his face.

“Hey clumsy.” I said, with a small smile, making Namjoon scowl at me, and Jin flash a fond smile at me. I looked at all my boyfriends gathered before me. They had never looked more beautiful. The different shades of their tan skin tones, combined with their different hair colours was stunning. Both Jimin and Hoseok had blonde hair - Jimin’s was a similar shade as mine while Hobi’s was slightly darker, Namjoon had slightly faded purple hair, while Jin and Jungkook had their natural hair colours, except Kookie had green tips to his hair. 

“What are you staring at?” Jimin asked, a slight blush to his cheeks.

“I found my soulmate.” I revealed, making them all go silent and stare at me. “And I know I am sure because I can see colours now.”

“How?” Namjoon asked. I explained how I had met Y/N in the park, and how I think she is an ARMY, and now she was staying in my apartment.

“That explains why Taehyung was so upset.” Jin said softly. “Yoongi, what are you going to do?” He asked.

“I don’t know.” I said with a sigh. “I can’t reject her, but I don’t want to lose you all in the process.” I bit my lip as I looked around. Jimin was beginning to cry, and Jungkook just looked lost. Hoseok looked neutral, but Namjoon was angry. Jin was trying to calm him down. Namjoon was the one who got jealous most easily. Him and Taehyung were. “Joonie, speak to me.”

Namjoon looked at me in the eye. “I suggest you go and spend some time with your new soulmate and figure out everything. If you feel like coming back to us, then you can come back. But until then, just stay away. I don’t want anyone else to get hurt.”

My heart stopped. Did Namjoon just kick me out? In the middle of us preparing for our comeback? “Namjoon, that’s not fair!” I exclaimed, making him scoff.

“No, you know what’s not fair. You finding your soulmate and having the audacity to tell us that you’re not sure whether you want to be with her or us.” Namjoon shouted, making me flinch.

“Is that really how you feel?” I asked, looking at each of them in turn. When none of them answered, I nodded my head. “Okay, I’ll come get my stuff at some point this week, and I’ll be at the meet and greet on the weekend.” I grabbed my bag and left the room, making my way to my apartment.

#strange #yoongi x y/n #dom!yoongi #dom!namjoon #dom!hoseok #sub!taehyung #sub!jungkook #sub!jimin #bts ot7 #bts x reader #Poly BTS #btspolyau #bts poly #soulmate au

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Trying Something [Koushi Sugawara]

Or Day 2. Wax play 

!!18+!!

WC: 1377

Contains: College AU, Smut! Wax play, Oral, Dom!Sugawara

Pairing: Koushi SugawaraxFem!Reader

Ry: I forgot I was filling my sink while writing this and nearly flooded by kitchen so... enjoy 

[Smut Under Cut]

“Can we try something?”

Your eyes flutter open to stare at your silver haired boyfriend, wondering what in the heck he could be asking about. The two of you had been in the middle of making out when he had suddenly pulled away to ask such a question. With Koushi Sugawara, the question could be leading up to just about anything. Everyone saw this man as just a sweet innocent man, but the truth was much different. 

“What do you mean ‘try something’?” you have no choice but to be cautious.

“Can we use wax?”

“Like… from a candle or do you want me to wax my-?”

Suga rolled his eyes at your sarcasm and gently nudged you, “Wax from a candle, you doof,” he replied, his brown eyes watching you with curiosity.

“Oooh, in that case~,” you coo at him, giving his lips a peck, “I’d love to.”

Koushi grinned at you and crashed his lips with yours, kissing you heatedly. You returned the deep kiss, your hands moving around his body, slipping under his shirt and gently tugging at it. While he was slender compared to most men, he still had such a well toned body, you could feel every muscle as they relaxed and tensed with each of his own movements. One of his hands was groping under your shirt, trying to feel every inch of your skin. 

His hand finally came to rest on your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers as your deep kiss turned sloppy. Letting out a loud moan, your body shivered at his touch as your lips separated, his mouth trailing down to your neck. Inhaling a shaky breath, your fingers tangled in his hair for a moment as he got down to your collarbone before lifting your shirt over your head. Your bra was next, disappearing quickly once Suga set his sights on it. His mouth attached to one of your nipples, rolling his tongue over it and gently sucking, enjoying the sounds you made with each movement.

Letting out a whine when his mouth disconnected with a pop, he grinned up at you and lifted himself off of the bed. You watched through half lid eyes as he went to the closet, pulling out a box and bringing it back. Shifting so you were sitting up more, you looked at it with curiosity.

“Strip down, love,” he said as he got out fuzzy hand-cuffs, a lighter and a long purple candle. 

You complied, taking off your pants and wiggling your hips in a teasing manner as you slowly slid off your panties and gently tossed them at him. They landed on his shoulder, his free hand grabbing them and putting them into his back pocket. He slipped only his own shirt, tossing it to the side before he held up the handcuffs, twirling them around one of his long fingers. 

“This way you don’t stop the wax from dripping where I want it,” he said, staring you down with a certain look in his eyes until you sighed and put your hands behind your back. 

“...Fine,” you murmured, chewing on your bottom lip. You didn’t like to be restrained, as it meant you couldn’t touch Suga as much as you wanted to. Touching him was the best part.

“Thank you, love,” he purred as he cuffed your wrists. He kisses your temple before helping you lay back, propping you with a pillow so your arms aren’t totally squashed under your weight. He grabs the candle and lighter, flicking it on and watching the flame for a moment before lightening the candle. 

Slowly, the flame moves downward, causing the wax to melt and begin to drip. A few droplets hit your side and you let out a soft whimper, your body twisting a bit from the odd feeling. 

“How does it feel?” his voice is low, his usually pale skin pink as he watched you, flushed as he enjoyed the view below him. Another bigger drop hits your skin, right in the middle of where the others had been. You let out a loud moan, your legs squirming together, trying to feel some kind of friction. He grins, “So, good, then?” 

You nod, “P-Please t- Ah!” you shout in surprise as another hot glob of wax hits your skin, the fire getting hotter and therefore causing more wax to build up. 

“Please?” Koushi licked his lips, his eyes half closed as he watched you much too closely, his eyes slowly moving down your body and stopping at your wet pussy. He watched as you wiggled your legs before slowly opening them at the knees, whimpering softly. 

“Please touch me,” you finally manage.

“Wow, you enjoy the wax this much?” he said, his eyes sparkling as he lights the candle again, letting it build up some wax before spilling it onto your stomach in a line. Your body jerks up, eyes closing, letting out a loud moan at the sensation the hot wax creates across your soft stomach. Whimpering and panting softly as your body settles back down, still wiggling around trying to get friction on your quivering cunt.

It wasn’t so much the wax, although it was nice, but the way his deep brown eyes bore into you and enjoyed watching you squirm… Something about them made this all that more amazing. It was like he enjoyed watching you squirm.

“It’s not nice to ignore me, YN.”

You gulp, your eyes snapping open, focusing in on Suga as he leaned over you, his body shifting between your legs. Shit, you had totally forgotten to answer him.

“So-Sorry..” you whine softly, watching as he leans down between your thighs, resting his head on your stomach. 

“Did you like the wax?” he asks again, kissing your stomach sweetly as you nod. He frowns a bit before biting down next to your belly button. 

“Y-Yes!” you yelp out, squirming, unable to touch him with your hands tied behind your back. All you want is to curl your fingers in that beautiful grey hair and shove him between your legs, but this time, Sugawara is in control. He also seems to be revealing in it.

His smile is back and he moves down, sweetly kissing your mount, your hips moving up with his actions. Both hands push down on your hips, holding you there as he clicks his tongue at you. His hazel-brown eyes look up into yours, his tongue flicking over the folds of your pussy. You whimper, your eyes squeezing shut as you try to move your hips. Slowly, his tongue slips between the folds, slurping up your juices as he buries his face deep in your cunt. 

His nose gently nudges your clit as he flattens his tongue and runs it along every inch of you. He watches you, you can feel his eyes boring into you, as he uses his tongue to prod the hole every now and then. A slender finger rubs against the entrance as his mouth moves up, sucking on your clit as the finger slides inside of you. He curls it, moving it inside of you as he licks and sucks at your bud. His finger moves around inside you, his tongue exploring your sopping pussy, moaning at your taste. 

As you wiggle around, he just smirks as he adds another finger, building up more speed and curling them perfectly so they rub against the bundle of nerves deep inside you. The fingers scissor inside of you as they fuck your dripping cunt, his eyes never leaving your face. His suckling at your sensitive swollen bud along with his tongue swirling over it every chance it could finally pushed you over the edge. Finally, you came into his mouth as your hips tried their best to buck wildly, since only one of his large hands was holding you down now, moaning his first name loudly. He groaned, his eyes rolling back as he sucks in your juices, still finger fucking you as you rode out your orgasm. 

Panting heavily as you come down from your high, you mumble unintelligently about wanting to be unhandcuffed. Suga licks his lips, savoring your taste and seemingly mulling over your request before he chuckles. 

“No, I don’t think so...” he starts, shifting off his boxers and jeans, kicking them aside, “I’m not done with you yet, YN.”

​ This is for @vixenpen​  @starry-eyed234​ ‘s Event! 

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Haikyuu characters as things said in the hhcu

a/n: this is pure humor and just something fun, the hhcu is wild and says stupid shit more than once a day so i complied a ridiculously long list of quotes and put them together in this list to share with yall so please enjoy, read more because again this is so long also pt 2. some of these r pretty nsfw so uh yeah <3

Oikawa: When he gives up his torso 😍 

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Nishinoya: Fisherman daddy

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Bokuto: I trust no condiments

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Osamu: YELLOW BAD OIKAWA IS NOT ALLOWED IN MY KITCHEN

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Tendou: Give ass in shiratorizawa?

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Atsumu: Garlic air freshener

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Nishinoya talking about his sex life: ITS THE GOOD OL FASHIONED POW POW GRUNT GRUNT WINDOW WASHER ULTIMATE FRISBEE DICK CONNECTOR 

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Hinata: thank you!! also my oven melted??? and caught on fire 😰 

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Yaku probably thinking abt kuroo while saying this: not gonna front im terrified of the live action grinch and if i ever see him its on sight

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Kageyama: Except that one mustard faze I had

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Lev after yaku kicks him yet again: NO INCH ACTIVE INCH VERY ACTIVE

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Suga after Kiyoko holds his hands: premarital eye contact is already a sin

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Iwaizumi realizing Oikawa probably wouldn’t know the difference between hawaiian rolls and milk bread: when he says hit it till it breaks, he means the packaging of hawaiin rolls

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All of Seijoh to Oikawa: You know whats really sexy? Self care.

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Hoshihumi: like a three year old. still baby but also evil at times🤡 

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Oikawa right before his death: "MORNING HAJI!~" slaps tiddie

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 Anyone falling on love with haikyuu boys: hey a good reverse harem never hurt anyone

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Idk who says it but terushima would do this: places his hand to my heart but then hes like heh heh boob squishy

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Tendou: centrepical force saved my bag of chocolate!!

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Lev thinking it was a literary masterpiece: *reads about a fourth of the bee movie*

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Hinata making fun of Kageyama: milk is better than the feeling of the ball touching your fingertips during a perfect set

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Hinata and Kageyama failing tests: thats just the dumbass in me babey!!!

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Atsumu simply trying to annoy Osamu: Are y’all meaning to tell me you DON’T take your raw chicken on walks through the city?

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Yahaba: PUSSY ALWAYS LEAVES

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Mattsun just to annoy everyone: yall ever think about how in the 50s and 60s they just put raw hotdogs or shrimp into jello and ate that shit and enjoyed it???

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Suga: i am now crying and my boyfriend is concerned and i can’t tell him that I’ve lost my husband and children

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Kenma; Smh my head

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Bokuto: Sorry not all of us can have double decker extra stuffed bottoms up extra large super sized t n a like me🥰🥰💅💅

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Everyone to bokuto: titty enthusiast ✨✨

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Me to kuroo: sorry babe youre a scorpio you dont have any rights anymore

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Tendou: i accidentally lit a  baby on fire

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Atsumu: This feels real human centipede

Bokuto: theyre not ass to mouth

Atsumu: Close enough

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Bokuto when a minor inconvience happens: Why are we still here? Just to suffer? Every day, I wake up....

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Sakusa: Remove your lips from my penis

Atsumu: I use a gluestick as chapstick i cant

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Goshiki: Arson or boot in my book, set fire to something live a little

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Tsukishima: I don’t like recieving pain. It hurts

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Kenma annoyed w kuroo: Put your dick in the fucking catfish’s pussy then

Kuroo being annoying: How deep is catfish pussy

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Makki to Mattsun: Ayo babe what if we fucked on the catfish tank

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Kiyoko tiredly, to Tanaka: I’m not putting salt and pepper on my pussy lips

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Saeko: I’ve got that Deep dish, super soaker, wet, succulent dripping honey suckle like sweet marinated mooseknuckle, extra thick, slip n slide, water park, waterbender, extra ribbed, the seven seas, gorilla grip, flex tape, primordial soup Dwayne the Rock Johnson, Cardi B, Megan Thee Stallion pussy

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Atsumu not really knowing what cooch means: I got the body builder cooch

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Oikawa after not sleeping to train, extremely sleep deprived: youre got unending

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Goshiki; Commit arson

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Akaashi: I leave for 10 minutes and Bokuto is 240v (mouth edition) fuckmaster pro 4000 with semen drip collection tray, automated self-lubricating 6 speed pulsating pussy and built in Polycrystalline floatable silicon

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Oikawa; I’m coming to murk your ass xoxo

Iwa: I will literally shiv you bitch

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Kindaichi: ✨ bob duncan exterminates you asmr✨

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Makki: I’ll try to find my favorite about Jacob sartorius vampire babies with Hillary Clinton

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Kenma after playing some obscure video game: also i can’t sleep😔 too busy thinking about human sized bats

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ME fuck yall im carpetting my bathroom: you already put rugs in the bathroom might as well carpet that bitch

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Kuroo talking abt something sciency idk: LIKE A BODY WIG

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Seijoh when iwa throws balls at oikawa: spousal abuse right in front of my salad

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Hinata making up some new stupid song: Ants on a log ants on a log

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Atsumu to piss off Osamu once more: world f amous allegra chicken

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Semi: Gay little Ushijima’s left hand

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Bokuto: Are you disagreeing with the fact that I am thicc as phuck

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Kiyoko: Guys is it uh... is it possible to sprain a titty cause.... Uh....

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Terushima: He laughed at the end of his own joke what a fuckin chad

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Bokuto: IS THAT THE DOG FROM ZOOTOOIA

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Kageyama: milk is kinda like organ paint huh

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Nishinoya: i don’t think socks taste good

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Tendou: out of your mummy, into my tummy

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Hinata; shout out to me who thought chickens had four legs until last summer

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Oikawa Hanger: I WANNA HANG MY CLOTHES ON HIM 

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Kenma: What a little pissbaby

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Yamaguchi: i am literally so curious about what it's like to kiss a boy that it's almost killing me

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Daichi about Suga: he may be cute, but istg there’s some kind of raging devil trapped in him

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Saeko: fuck society my titties are out

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Hinata after getting lecture by everyone for sneaking into the training camp: GOOD NEWS MY DAD IS NOT GOING TO PUT ME IN THE OVEN

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Just me thinking abt any first years: children. toddlers. Tikes.

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Me waiting for the fever: When is malaria?

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Uhhhhh probably tendou his vibes: Ill electrocute his cock

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Akaashi just go w it probably about bokuto: Why is he shoving cheese up the pussy

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Osamu tiredly: Ooey gooey cheesy chicken vagaina

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Nishinoya trying to catch a very large fish: Dom the Crab

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Bonus crabagraph: The crabs death reverberated and struck fear into the hearts of all crabs in existence because of this one 60+ year old mans volatile universe-crunching swing. Dude defied the laws of gravity by simply getting pinched by the crab. Man just reinvented the laws of physics and all of science due to the sheer force of will and untapped wellsprings if potential unleashed by the crab. If aliens show up it’s because the supersonic radio waves released by the banging of the crab against the cabinet are the first ever created in the universe. Man could cause a ripple in space-time with his crab launching abilities. Guy probably opened a gateway into another universe when he launched the crab. You see how the cabinet door opened and stayed open? It’s because this elder tore a hole through the fabric of reality to the Other Side simply because he experienced a minor bit of pain. The way he released a defeated roar of agony. The ancient gods awoke from their deep slumber and this old man single-handedly revived all his ancestors. New wars are about to start because of the way this man broke the barriers containing this reality into one fixed area. This universe is now expanding at such a rapid rate the the geosphere will now be reshaped. This man probably unknowingly blasted a hole in the other side of the planet because the shockwaves of the aggressive rippling effect of this poor crustacean slamming at lightning speed into a small wooden frame. The crabs insides were probably fused into the shell because this man’s angry, rage filled, pain filled battering ram of an arm throwing him through every known dimension and re-arriving in this one at the mere moment to experience the most pain a crab ever has or will in the rest of the existence of crabs. This elderly man probably has phased through and broken every human limiter known to man just because he got a minor pinch by a crab. He probably is bio-medically fused with crab DNA at this point. A legend.

#incorrect haikyuu #incorrect haikyuu quotes #nishinoya #osamu #atsumu #oikawa #yamaguchi #suga #kiyoko #tendou #bokuto #akaashi #terushima #yaku #lev #hinata #kageyama #kenma #kuroo #kindaichi #semi #iwaizumi #did i get everyone #okay #enjoy this

[luna-ie-dreams]

Sugawara Headcanons:

Some hc’s for the Suga stans/simps.

Despite how chaotic he softens up for his s/o.

A little bit nit picky but just wants to make sure nothing bad happens.

Ceo of forehead kisses you can’t change my mind.

He does have mom tendencies but his crackhead energy shows firsthand.

Song theme I see for him: Blueberry Eyes (Max and BTS Suga).

That kind of boyfriend that will sit you up on the sink and do your skincare for you.

He is not as innocent as many fans think this man can get pretty spicy (don’t baby-fy him, he’s a teen with desires too).

I was gonna say switch but I can only see this boy as a dom.

His love language is physical touch.

Tries his best to somehow keep you near him or at least in his sight (not like in a protective way, he just likes to see you).

He thinks its cute when his s/o calls him honey or baby (maybe even love)

He’d definitely call his s/o sweetheart or baby

Calling him by Koushi or Suga will always hit this boy differently, watch him become a whipped puppy.

He’s not a heavy jealous type but he likes having your attention.

Loves seeing his s/o in his clothing, he melts at the sight of you.

Good with kids obviously.

Has a limited amount of patience.

He gets pretty needy, iykyk :)

If you’re sad or really in a rut, he’ll pepper you with kisses just to see you smile.

Hope I did justice with these!! <3

#fandom writing #headcanons #selfships #sugawara koushi #koushi x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu s/o headcanons #gender neutral s/o #gender neutral safety #jazz writes #aeryne writes

[upinthestarsx3]

BTS scenarios- You and him try dry humping pt2

Hyung version!! You can read the maknae version here.

Warnings: explicit language, mature content, dry humping, one of the scenario includes cheating, Dom yoongi and hoseok but barely. This is a little raunchy. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Genre: Scenarios|fluff(ish)|smut|angst(ish)

A/n: Long overdue!! It’s 1am and I definitely proofread; but if there’s a mistake in there sorry. It’s technically not all dry humping, but you’ll see what I mean.

Jin

“You’re so hard.” You whisper to Jin, your hand moving up and down over his hard-on before moving to his zipper,

“Don’t you dare,” He slaps your hand away, “it can wait until we get back to the apartment.” He whispers in the loud movie theater.

“Jin, no one will see, it’s so dark.” You try to reason with him. Being the adventurous one usually had its perk- but Jin was so stubborn about these sort of things.

“I’m not having sex in a movie theater, y/n. You’re unbelievable.”

“Come on, we’re all the way in the back. No one will see! Besides, we don’t have to have sex you know.”

He looks around the theater, then back to you before shrugging and nodding his head lightly.

You fall to your knees in the awkward aisle of the theater, but he shakes his head,

“I don’t want a blow job.”

Your eyes widen at him and then you laugh. When did he ever turn down one of those? But your smile fades when you see him drop his pants to his ankles, patting his lap for you to sit. It’s your turn to take a look around the theater, but just like you’d told him earlier; no one was paying attention- and the movie goers were too far away from the back to notice anything anyway. When you look back at Jin, he raises his eyes brows and motions for you to sit on his lap once again.

“Good girl.” He coos, shifting so that his body sinks a bit lower in the seat and his cock stood proudly between your thighs.

“Squeeze your legs shut,” he whispers, moaning when he feels you lightly rub the head of his manhood. You can feel him moving beneath you, trying to find the best angle as he starts rotating his hips.

Jin pushes his cock past your shorts and underwear, enjoying the slick noises your pussy made each time he slid between your second lips, but never once fully penetrating you. Luckily, the loud theater easily cancels out the sounds of your heavy breathing and moans.

His fingers climb your torso until they reach your breasts, gently groping them and kneading them for his own pleasure. You place your hand over his cock and hold it against you, angling it so that he was hitting your clit with each thrust. He continues moving beneath you as you cum.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” He utters, his cum filling your underwear just moments after, before he could stop himself. He looks at your with an apologetic look,

“Sorry but that’s was amazing.”

Namjoon

Rainy Sunday afternoons meant spending the day in with your boyfriend; today was no different.

“Come here.” He pats the space on the bed next him, his eyes never leaving the tv. You climb onto the bed, but you crawl directly over his body and settle on his lap.

A small roll of your hips seems to snap him out of his trance and his hands instantly move to your waist.

“I watched something yesterday that I wanted to try.” You shyly trail off, avoiding his eyes with reddening cheeks.

“Porn?” He lets out a laugh but you hit chest lightly, “Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” he reaches your underwear, and you awkwardly maneuver your bodies so that he is able to take them off.

“Don’t.” You stop him when he reaches for his boxers, “Sorry, it’s just... You’re supposed to keep it on, I think.” He tilts his head in curiosity but nods nonetheless.

You sit naked on top of him, leaning down to place both hands on his chest as you start to rock your body back and forth on him. Your wetness soaking his thin boxers and it almost feels as though he had nothing on at all.

You can hear the large gasps of air Namjoon

keeps taking and he begs you to let him take you raw.

Ignoring his pleas isn’t hard when you’re so focused on the feeling of his tip colliding with your clit each time you moved your hips up down. You reach down to the waistline of his boxers and tug it down, just enough to allow the tip to be freed from restraint.

“Faster!” His voice breaks and he continues to hump you from below.

“Are you cl-” You barely finish your question before he’s grunting, cumming all along the bottom of his stomach. You let out a huff, irritated that he didn’t wait for you; until you feel him pat your thigh,

“Ride my face.”

Suga

“I’m working, Y/n.” Yoongi huffs in annoyance, but you ignore his comment.

“Take a break.” You demand, closing the computer screen and tugging on his wrist. He lets out yet another sigh and follows you over to the couch.

“You don’t listen.” He teases you, leaving a quick kiss on your lips and pulling back quickly, knowing you’d want more.

“Don’t tease me. We’re not in the mood.” You tell him, taking his hand and placing it on your heat, the wetness from your cunt already seeping through your underwear. You can see his eyes darken as he begins taking his clothes off, and you follow suit.

Your eyes dance with excitement as you watch him squeeze his cock and give it a few pumps. He lines himself up against your pussy, but instead of pushing in; he slides himself between your second lips. A low moan leaves your mouth as he presses his dick against your clit, circling it slowly yet firm.

“Fuck, Yoongi.” Another moan slips from your lips, and you pull him down so that the weight of his body covers you entirely,

“Yoongi, fuck me. Please!” You whine, gasping when he nibbles on your lip to shut you up.

“No. Im gonna make you cum just like this, and then you’re gonna let me finish my work.” He tells you.

Your breathing picks up when he lifts your legs and places the both on them his right shoulder; forcing your legs together, then pushing his cock between your thighs. You raise your hips until you can feel his tip slide over your pussy again,

“I’m gonna cum.” You hear him hiss, watching his white streams make a mess of your body. He stills for a moment, and he then tries to stand to his feet before you pull him back down,

“We so are not done yet.”

Hoseok

“You have to be quiet.” Hoseok hushes you from behind. He lifts your dress over your hips and you find yourself pushing back on his groin. You hear him let out a small laugh, and in return you let out another loud whine.

“Patience, baby.” Can’t have anyone catching us can we?” He purrs.

“You mean like your girlfriend, sitting right outside in the living room with our other drunk friends?” You look back at him to see his eyes squinted harshly at you, but he doesn’t say anything in return.

His pants drop just below his thighs and he grabs at your hips, rubbing himself against you,

“You talk too much, you know that?” He pulls your panties down to your knees and taps on your leg once, whispering, “open”.

You spread your legs for him without another thought, allowing your arms to rest on the door in front of you for support.

He slowly brings a hand around you and down to your clit, rolling it slowly between his fingers; listening to you squeal.

“I said be quiet.” He repeats. Using his free hand to cover your mouth,

“I’m not gonna fuck you, you don’t listen.” He pulls your panties all the way back up, but his hands don’t leave your body. You can the feel his cock pressing against you, your underwear acting as unwanted protection. He continues humping you, and you almost don’t notice when you slides your underwear to the side.

His fingers find your cunt again and he plays with it, pressing himself against you but only ever allowing the tip to go in.

“Please, fuck me.” You plead.

“No, but you’ll listen next time won’t you, baby?”

masterlist is here (:

#bts #bts smut #bts reaction #bts scenario #bts jin #bts namjoon #bts rm #bts suga #bts yoongi #bts hosoek #bts j hope #jin smut #rm smut #yoongi smut #j hope smut #kpop smut #noonanet #kpop writing #bts writing #jin #rm #suga #jungkook #jimin #j hope #taehyung

[leeloooonfire]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga

Characters: Kim Namjoon | RM, Min Yoongi | Suga

Additional Tags: Smut, Blow Jobs, kink bingo, Dom/sub Undertones, Hook-Up

Series: Part 1 of Namjoon Kink Bingo 2020

Summary: One night, Namjoon and Yoongi are hooking-up.

Read the story after the break or on AO3. Kudos and comments are very much appreciated 💜

4) Aggressive submissive/Dominant Bottom

The moment Namjoon opened his mouth under the guy's lips and let his tongue curl around his tongue, he knew.

He knew he would be bossy.

Min Yoongi, the guy had said when they started to talk with each other at the bar, nursing their drinks almost entirely quietly after Hoseok introduced them to another and then left them at the bar to dance with Seokjin in the mass of sweaty club visitors.

Sometime after Namjoon's third drink and silently watching his friends shimming their bodies to some halfway decent club music, he and Yoongi started to talk about their mutual friends, the bad taste of the beer in this place and then, rather oddly, how much they would like to hook up.

It went kinda like this:

"They look stupid," Yoongi had said, rolling his eyes when Seokjin waved at them, circling his hips suggestively.

"True, and the beer tastes like shit." Namjoon had agreed, trying to avert his eyes from Hoseok's body rolls, which lead his eyes automatically to his too tightly clothed crotch.

"Is that why you're drinking Whiskey?" Yoongi had asked, voice drawling a little bit and Namjoon had to lean to him for better understanding.

"Yeah, it's the only decent drink to enjoy here." Namjoon had nodded, taking another sip from the brown liquid and tried to not make a face.

"Why did you come to the club if ya don't like it?"

"Wanted to get laid." Namjoon had shrugged his shoulders and grinned at the other man beside him.

Well, and after that, it spiraled downhill. Or up, depending on how Namjoon would view it the next morning.

Yoongi had sent him a glance, licked his lips and then suggested with a husky voice for them to crash at his place if Namjoon wanted.

And Namjoon wanted because Yoongi had nice eyes. Sharp and full of something, Namjoon couldn't name, couldn't pinpoint. He also had very nice lips. Plush, pink, soft doll-like looking lips Namjoon wanted to taste, to nip at and feel against his body.

So, they'd paid for their drink, told their friends good night and then left.

They made it barely into Yoongi's flat, door slamming shut behind them and the other man biting into Namjoon's lips, coaxing out one groan after another.

Strong fingers curled into Namjoon's neck, roughly tugging at the hair until their lips disconnected and he laid his neck bare, sighing quietly.

"You wanna fuck me?" Yoongi almost growled against Namjoon's ear, licking the exposed skin, making him shudder in the process. He could feel his heart beating almost violently and imagined Yoongi could feel his pulse under his tongue as well.

"Yeah," He whispered back, gripping Yoongi's hips tightly, pulling him as close as possible, "Yeah, I wanna fuck you so good."

"What if I wanna do you? What if I'm not into bottoming?" Yoongi retorted and Namjoon could hear the smirk in his voice, raspy and so fucking hot. He opened his eyes to look at the man.

"I don't care," He said after a moment, realising it had been a little bit presumptuous to assume the other man would take him like a good boy - just because of what exactly? Their high differences? Because Yoongi looked softer than he actually was, with his high cheekbones and beautiful lips? Because Namjoon normally liked to fuck into a wet heat more than let someone fuck into him?

"Whatever you want," He added, leaning down a little bit again, rubbing his legs between Yoongi's and feeling the hard dick pressed against his clothed leg. Too much fabric, he thought while searching Yoongi's lips again, wanting to taste the sweet, but rough taste again. Alcohol, cherries, human - he tasted so good, addicting, Namjoon could barely suppress the passionate moan.

Yoongi bit down on his bottom lips again, pushing him against the wall, finger still in his hair, "What if I want you to fuck into me, but not give you control? Would that be ok?"

And although he still sounded sure of himself, his voice clear, Namjoon could hear the slight uncertainty in his words. Did he make some bad experiences? Did his previous partners think they could dominate him just because Yoongi was willing to let them fuck him?

God, this was so fucking outdated, it almost made Namjoon angry. Just like those stupid 'Are ya a bottom or a top?' questions he sometimes got from strangers in bars or on tinder. Damn, what do they even expect him to answer? 'Wanna try how good I'm going to pound ya ass?' Not exactly what he should say, but this stupid heteronormativ thinking made him just so frustrated. Switching was possible, also for het pairings, and clear roles such as top and bottom, alpha-omega was straight out bullshit. Porn, fanfiction, you know?

Also, loving some good old-fashioned dicking didn't automatically mean the person was a sub, same vice versa.

Images of Yoongi fucking himself on his dick, taking control, being the one on charge, maybe even take Namjoon's wrists and pin them above his head made his cock jump excitedly, precum smearing in his underpants.

"You wanna stay in control?" He whispered against Yoongi's lips, finger digging into the soft globes of his ass, hard and probably leaving some purple fingerprints.

"Yeah," The other's voice hitched and when Namjoon brushed his nose along his collar bone, he made a sound oddly similar to purring. God, Namjoon liked that very much.

"Where's your bedroom?" He asked, nipping at the pale skin. Instead of getting an answer, Yoongi pushed him against the wall again and then started to tear at his clothes.

"Take it off," He complained, hands flying over the fabric in a desperate attempt to get rid of Namjoon's leather jacket and shirt, buttons springing open. Carefully, the other man dropped to the floor, looking up to him, nuzzling his crotch, grinning slightly, "First, I'm gonna blow you right here and then you can fuck me."

"Fuck," Namjoon moaned, feeling Yoongi's breath already on his stomach, shirt tucked under his arms and long fingers were working on his belt.

"That's the spirit, baby," The other murmured, licking over his hipbone and down, down, down. It didn't take him long to get Namjoon out of his trousers, cold air hitting his hard, leaking penis, but then a soft, hot mouth was there. Lips closing around the head and a rough tongue licked, almost shyly over the slit, gathering up every last drop of precum.

"God, yes," He moaned louder, head falling back with a loud noise and his hand found its way into Yoongi's ash-blond hair almost automatically. Yoongi was more than just skilled with his tongue. The man was a genius, making Namjoon babble words stringed together to incoherent sentences like he'd never learned how to use language properly in the first place, " God, you feel so good. Shit, yes right there. FUCK ."

He'd never felt that good, never felt a tongue at his dick and thought he might pass out any minute because it was just too fucking good.

"I want you to deep-throat me and come," Yoongi's cheeks were pink and pout on his lips even more prominent than before, dark red and shiny with spit and precum, "Can you do that?"

"Fuck, yes," Namjoon growled and pushed his dick between Yoongi's lips again, deeper until he felt the other's throat constricting around him, but instead of holding Namjoon back, Yoongi gripped his hips and pushed him even deeper, harder.

After he was finally completely settled, Yoongi's nose brushing his groin and he was breathing hard. God, it felt so good and Namjoon reached for Yoongi's chin to lift him a bit, "Look at me."

And Yoongi did, cheeks bright pink by now and a few tears at the corner of his cat-like eyes, but they were heated. There was a fire, hotly burning and that was a first for Namjoon. He'd never met a person so sensual, so full of passion and so utterly in control.

Whenever he gave any heads, he felt powerful as well, but he never felt in control, never did he feel like he was the one leading while someone was fucking his mouth, but Yoongi?

Yoongi left no doubt that he was in charge, that he was the dominant one between them and fuck, if this wasn't one of the hottest things Namjoon'd ever experienced.

Yoongi swallowed around Namjoon's twitching cock, tongue pressed onto the underside of it and the other must feel how aroused he'd become.

"So good, you feel so good," He whined, gasping when Yoongi started to bob his head a bit, taking him deeper while one hand wandered up to pinch his nipples.

Soon enough, Namjoon wasn't able to even say anything anymore, whimpering with every movement, every swallowing, while his heart was running a mile a second in his chest, almost jumping out of his throat.

He'd never been this vocal before, never let noises spill out between his lips as loud as he was doing it now. His free hand came up to his lips, trying to cover the harsh panting with the back of his hand, but Yoongi reached up and pulled his wrist down again while letting go of his penis.

"Don't you dare," The blond rasped out, voice utterly wrecked and the thought alone that he'd done that made Namjoon's knees buckle, "I wanna hear how good I make you feel."

"Yoongi," He whined, squeezing his eyes shut, "Please."

"Please what?"

"Please, I wanna come."

"Then stop restricting your noises and look at me. Look me in the eyes."

Before Namjoon could reply anything, Yoongi's lips were back and the other man was pushing his dick back into the wet heat. Their eyes were locked and even if Namjoon would have wanted to close them, he couldn't. He wasn't able to look away from Yoongi anymore, taking his face, his expression in and how his sharp eyes narrowed when he gulped down a soft sigh instead of realising it. One hand dropped down on Namjoon's leg, running up his skin carefully and then Yoongi cupped his balls gently.

"Oh god," Namjoon mewled, he actually mewled and fumbled with his hands for something, anything to hold onto. Gently, Yoongi lead Namjoon's hands to his neck and head, making him grip into the blond hair again and when Namjoon finally started to hold on to him properly while also thrusting into his open throat, Yoongi purred.

The vibration almost sent him over the edge, but the hand on his balls tightened and Yoongi raised a cooky eyebrow.

Not yet , he seemed to tell him and for a moment Namjoon didn't know what the other was intending to do and if he was able to hold it in for much longer to even enjoy it properly, but then Yoongi's hand released his balls and slowly went further. Rough fingertips brushed over his perineum, making him groan out loud and Yoongi purr in return.

The pressure behind his balls got stronger, Yoongi massaging his prostate from the outside and sending blinding pleasure through Namjoon's veins.

"Can I? Please?" He stuttered and finally, Yoongi nodded.

It took Namjoon only three more swirls of that skilled tongue until his orgasm rushed through him, hot, white and all-consuming. He knew his grip on Yoongi must be a bit too harsh, cum spurting down his throat, but through his pleasure he could feel Yoongi purring, swallowing every last drop.

"Oh my god," He whispered when he finally came down from his high and Yoongi let go of him, "Holy fuck, you're like a god."

The other man chuckled, voice absolutely broken, a needy roughness that made his rapidly softening penis twitch again, "Thanks for the compliment."

Namjoon extended his hand to help Yoongi up again, knees creaking a little bit and he felt bad for not taking him into his bedroom, but Yoongi was licking his lips sheepishly, grinning brightly.

"That was nice," He said, stepping a bit away from Namjoon and opened the zipper of his jacket he was still wearing.

"It was."

"Wanna go to bed and fuck?"

Namjoon couldn't help but laugh at that, nodding earnestly, "Definitely."

#Namgi #Kim Namjoon #rm #min yoongi #Suga #smut #AO3 update #my work #BTS #bangtan sonyeondan

[nomnomsik]

Lesson Plan - (m)

Summary: The ever-growing rapper, Min Yoongi, arrives in LA for his first American interview with Vogue. His English Tutor and lover, Jung Hoseok, supports his endeavors. Wherever the rapper goes, he follows. But what happens with the tutor messes up a translation...on purpose?

Pairing: Rapper!YG x English Tutor! Hoseok

Word Count: 2.9K

A/N: Letting out all of the pride power this month. Exude that gay power! June is the month to fully let out all the gay wbk. What better way to do that than SOPE? The sope content we all need. @kimseokmomjins thanks for coming up with the title. Also stayed tuned cause we both going full gay this month. 

Trigger warnings: sexual themes, dom/sub dynamics, sexuality dysphoria, profanity, and unprotected sex. Please do not read if you are sensitive to these topics. 

IMPORTANT STORY NOTE: Italics = English, normal = Korean 

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“Wake up, Yoongi.”

"...”

“Wake upppp!!” The voice whined as their hands ruffled the silk blankets. “I said, wake up now!!!”

Yoongi groaned as the warmth and comfort of his own blankets that he paid for with his hard-earned money for this lavish hotel were stripped off him. He aimlessly waved his hand in the air, desperately looking for those soft cushions blankets to cover him.

“I don’t want to.” Yoongi sighed, turning to the other side of the queen-sized mattress.

“Don’t be a big baby, Mr. Rapper. Now get up, we have an interview with Vogue today.” Hoseok brought both of his hands on each side of his hips, looking in disapproval at the rapper.

“Didn’t Vogue say I could speak in Korean? They’re gonna translate it anyways.” Yoongi muttered, rubbing his eyes.

Hoseok let out a sigh, closing in eyes as he brought a hand up to his face. “You still need to practice your English, mister. You’re in the heart of LA. Now get up, or else.”

“Or else what?” Yoongi countered.

“Or else we’re taking a long English exam tonight. And by we’re, I mean you. I’ll be watching.” Hoseok threatened, turning away and walking into the spacious living room of the hotel suite.

Yoongi stretched his arms out, grunting as his feet hit the soft cushion of the rug floor. With a toothbrush in his mouth, Yoongi walked into the living room, flipping on the TV as he aimlessly brushed his teeth. Hoseok looked over from his bag, meeting the rapper’s eyes.

“Yknow, for someone whose job is to write raps, you really suck at fighting back.”

“Don’t make me write a whole diss track about how much my English tutor sucks,” Yoongi muttered, toothpaste in his mouth.

“You wouldn’t though, because, you, LOVE, ME.”

“You’re lucky I do,” Yoongi muttered before returning back to the bathroom.

“Touche.”

“What?” He called after spitting the paste in the sink. 

“You don’t know touche?”

“I know touche.” He deadpanned, taking a seat in the living room. “I meant what do you mean I’M lucky that YOU love me?” 

“There are so many people that won’t put up with your crap, no matter how big their heart is.” 

“Oh, so you’re a poet now? Great.” 

“I didn’t know poets called their partners ‘crap.’“ Hoseok sighed, shaking his head. “Why are you being so stubborn this morning, mister? Did you sleep on the wrong side of the bed?” 

“Maybe it’s cause you didn’t sleep next to me and I’m angry.” Yoongi folded his arms, turning his head the other way. 

“You’ve got to be kiddin-” He started. 

“No. Don’t talk to me. I’m angry at you.”

“Yoongi are you seriously being a brat right now?” 

Upon no response, Hoseok shook his head. 

“Oh dear...This isn’t going to be good... Would you like an apology-”

“NO! I don’t like you right now.” Yoongi glowered from the opposite side of the living room. 

“Oh boy.”

»»————- ♡ ————-««

“What’s wrong with the two of you?” 

“Yoongi’s silently rebelling against me, sir.” 

“And why...?” The manager scratched the back of his head. 

“He’s angry at me, sir.” 

The three of them sat in the living room of the hotel suite, joined by hair stylists and make-up artists who all worked on the rapper. Yoongi sat annoyingly in the studio chair, busying himself with his phone. Attractive women stood beside him, spraying foam into his hair and make-up artists touching up his look. 

“Did you do something to anger him?” 

“Perhaps...” 

An awkward silence was shared between the two before a lightbulb clicked inside the manager’s head. 

“Oh, I see. Is Yoongi being petty right now?” 

Hoseok stopped for a moment, staring at the older from his seat on the couch. His eyes met Yoongi’s the mirror, Yoongi’s eyes snapping back down to his phone. 

“In a way... I guess you could say yes.” 

“Care to share?” The manager asked, taking a seat beside him. 

“Don’t you dare, Hoseok,” Yoongi warned from his seat. “I swear, I’m going to fire you if you do that.” 

“You cannot fire him, Yoongi. That’s not how that works.” His manager forced a smile before looking back at the younger. “Well?”

Hoseok cleared his throat before continuing. “I taught him an English lesson last night when we arrived. And afterward, I went out for a drink because I don’t get jet lag... and well...” 

“Well?” 

“I crashed on the sofa but he doesn’t believe me.” 

“Of course I don’t! I would’ve heard the door-” Yoongi shouted from his seat, the stylists jumping from their spots. Hoseok sent him a dirty glance from his seat, his nose scrunching up.

“He thinks I’m bi, I swear he makes me go insane.” 

“YOU HAD A GIRLFRIEND BEFORE!” He countered. 

“I DID NOT! YOU JUST TELL YOURSELF THAT WHEN YOU’RE DRUNK!” Hoseok yelled back. 

“Do you even hear yourself? Me? Drunk? You’re the lightweight here. The bottom!” 

Hoseok’s face flushed red as the manager just shook his head. 

“That was a TMI.”

“Take that back!” Hoseok wailed, standing up from his seat. “I-I... This is so embarrassing...!” 

“I still won’t forget what you did last night.” Yoongi glared, folding his arms across his chest. “Let me explain and you’ll see why.” 

“Ugh, not this again...” Hoseok muttered. 

»»————- ♡ ————-««

“Okay, today, we’re learning how to say ‘I love you’ in English. Ready?”

Yoongi sighed, laying down on his newly made bed. 

“I just got arrived in LA and the first thing you want me to do is to study? Really?” He complained, throwing his arms in the air to exaggerate. “Besides, why that phrase? When am I going to use it?” 

Hoseok walked out of the bedroom, pulling a chair from the suite kitchen and plopping it down in the room. He waddled over to his backpack, taking out his Ipad before seating himself down. 

“Ready?” He asked, completely ignoring the older’s comments. 

Yoongi groaned. “Fine, fine, fine. I’m ready.”

“Repeat after me. I. Love. You.”

Yoongi paused, sitting up to stare at his tutor. He sighed once again, shaking his head in annoyance. “Like I said before, I already know how to say that.” 

“If you’re that confident then show me. It’s important you say it right to thank all your fans and send your appreciation and love to them.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” He spat, before lowering his voice to a whisper. “I love you.”

Hoseok smiled from his seat, the stylus of his tablet clinking against his chin. “Okay! That wasn't too bad. But I think you need to pronounce the o-sound more.”

It was unfortunate for Hoseok that Yoongi had said it perfectly, but couldn’t he be selfish for once? Yoongi was rarely the one to woo someone with words despite the fact that he could spit raps and absolutely drag him through the dirt. But, to hear Yoongi say another form of “I love you” melted his heart and soul.

“I. Love. You.” Yoongi repeated, looking up for approval.

“Again.”

“I. Love you.”

“Just one more!” Hoseok smiled.

“I love you,” Yoongi repeated, his eyes twitching and annoyance growing.

“Yes! That was good!”

Yoongi squinted, his eyes darting around in irritation. “How was that any different from the other times I said it?”

“It wasn’t…Hehe.”

Yoongi flushed a red color as he mumbled something under his breath. His bucket hat covered his face as his fingers played with each other.

“I hate you.” 

“Mhm, keep telling yourself that Min Yoongi.” 

»»————- ♡ ————-««

“Don’t.” 

“I didn’t even open my mouth.” Hoseok countered, taking a seat beside him in Hyundai Palisade. “I can’t believe you’re still mad abo-”

“I said, don’t. Do you not know Korean?” Yoongi hissed, completely dressed for his interview with Vogue. 

“Fine,” Hoseok responded calmly, folding his arms across his legs. He adjusted his frames, pushing them a bit higher on his face as the car drove off. 

“Hello! Welcome! We’re so glad to be here with you today.” The interviewer spoke in the mic, giving a bright smile to the duo. Hoseok sat next to the rapper, a notepad in his hand ready to begin translating. 

Yoongi gave a small nod, unaffected by the numerous cameras that surrounded him. 

“So how has LA been treating you, Suga?”

Hoseok spoke quickly without missing a beat. “He wants to know how it feels to be in LA so far.” 

Yoongi nodded, tilting his head to the side before answering. 

“It’s been alright, I guess. It’s somewhat warm even though it’s supposed to be Fall.” 

Hoseok scribbled his words down, picking up his microphone to translate. “He says that LA is really warm despite the Autumn weather, but he’s enjoying it.” 

The translator smiled before moving onto the next several questions, Hoseok always following without fail. 

“So what message were you trying to spread with your latest album?” 

A smile crept on Hoseok face at an actual good question, hoping for a positive reaction from his partner. 

“What was your goal for this album in terms of the message for your audience?” 

Yoongi smiled, his eyes scrunching as he held the mic close to his mouth. 

“I wanted to write about the problems I had to persevere through and encourage to whoever listened that they can do the same. As for my raps... it was more of outbursts of emotions that I needed to let out. It was therapeutic.” 

It took Hoseok a few seconds longer as he frantically tried to follow up, jointing down important words as he carried the mic to his lips. 

“Ah, sorry about that.” Yoongi giggled, to which the interviewer joined along. 

“So, Suga said that he wanted to be more transparent with his audience, regardless if they were fans or not. It was about his personal stories to help bring up anyone who was going through similar issues. For his raping tracks, he created them to release emotions he built up over time which was remedial to him.” 

“I see, that’s great you’re spreading a positive message.” The interviewer replied back, looking at the remaining questions in his notebook. 

Yoongi let out a small “thank you”, before shyly squirming in his seat. Hoseok gave him a smile and a thumbs-up. 

“For our next question, do you have a girlfriend? Are you planning to get one soon?” 

Hoseok’s translation faltered a second later to which Yoongi immediately noticed, not that he didn’t understand the question. The word ‘girlfriend’ was in everyone’s vocabulary. Hoseok picked up the mic, trying to hide the sadness in his face as he translated it. 

“They want to know whether you plan on g-getting a girlfriend or n-not sometime… soon.”

Yoongi sighed internally, knowing the tape was recording his every reaction. He tightly gripped the mic, looking to the side before replying back to Hoseok. 

“Tell them I’m not planning on getting a girlfriend because I have a wonderful boyfriend, right, here.”

Hoseok’s cheeks reddened as he refused to meet the older’s eyes. He spoke quickly, hoping to mask the embarrassment building up in his face. 

“He said not anytime soon because he wants to focus on his career.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened as he shook his head frantically. He pointed to Hoseok, almost suffocating him as he scooched closer to his partner. 

“No…!” Yoongi continued to point. ”Boyfriend. Here. He is… him. Him, him, him!”

»»————- ♡ ————-««

Yoongi slid in his hotel card in, listening to the bright electronic sound of the door and the illumination of green light of the lock. He kicked the door open, pulling in Hoseok, his hands bundled in his clothing.

“I’m disappointed.” 

“...” 

“Do you want to know why I’m disappointed, Hoseokie?” 

“No...” He murmured. 

“Well too bad. I’m disappointed you didn’t do your job properly as my translator.” He carried the younger through the door, walking slowly in the spacious living room. 

“Isn’t it your job to properly translate what I say?”  

“Yes, it is.” 

“And what did you do?” 

“I didn’t translate it properly... but that’s because-!”

“No.” Yoongi cut in, throwing up the bedroom door. “Why’d you change my answer? Was it to save my career? Was it to not lose fans? Or was it because you were ashamed?” 

“What- I just didn’t want you to get negative publicit-” Hoseok frantically replied. 

“And you thought you knew what’s best for me? Who told you to make a decision for me? Am I not older than you?” 

Hoseok remained quiet before Yoongi stopped in the master suite of their room.

“Look at you.” Yoongi grit, tossing him onto the bed as Hoseok’s body bounced before he laid flat. Yoongi climbed on the sheets, locking eyes with Hoseok. “What do I have to do to make you understand that I’m yours? Are you embarrassed by me? Are you so embarrassed that you’d rather lie just to avoid some judgemental eyes from people you don’t even know?”

“N-no… Of course, n-not. I just-” Hoseok whispered, his body feeling weak. The pair collided foreheads as Yoongi ran his tongue over his own lips.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” Hoseok stood motionless, just staring up at his partner with his mouth slightly agape. “Don’t you like this?” Yoongi snickered.

Yoongi slowly pushed his knee into Hoseok’s crotch as he let out a grunt. “I thought you liked it when I ordered you around.” He muttered.

“A-ah…” Hoseok panted, his face flushed as he shuffled around nervously.

“Is this okay?” Yoongi whispered near his ear, his hand coming up to his partner’s belt. Hoseok nodded, mumbling a quiet ‘yes’.

“Do you know how long we’ve been together?” Yoongi whispered, throwing the belt onto the floor. 

“U-um, t-two years?” Hoseok whimpered as he felt his pants slide down his legs. 

“Is that a question?” Yoongi teased before crushing his lips on Hoseok. 

“Mmpf.” Hoseok moaned before dragging the older down with him. With a pop, their lips separated. “Maybe two and a half...” 

“Yeah, two and a half.” Yoongi cooed, brushing red strands of hair off to the side. 

“AH!” Hoseok yelped before he was suddenly flipped on his stomach, his knees propped up to support him up. 

“Open the cabinet and pass me the bottle of lube,” Yoongi instructed. Hoseok stretched his arm to the nightstand, pulling the drawer open as Yoongi stared at his back. His muscles stretched and his back curved, revealing an erotic sight. 

“Here...” Hoseok muttered to which Yoongi squeezed a generous amount on his hand. 

“It’s gonna hurt. You do know that right?” 

Hoseok nodded, jutting his ass up in the air. Yoongi took hold on his hips, taking several minutes before he fully submerged himself inside his lover. 

“You okay?” 

Hoseok nodded again, biting his lip to suppress the pain. Hoseok brought both hands to his mouth when Yoongi began to move, muffling his cries. As Yoongi increased his pace, Hoseok got louder and louder.

“So I wasn’t wrong when I said you’re a bottom,” Yoongi smirked, grabbing hold of Hoseok’s hair.

“N-no, I’m n-not…” Hoseok whined, panting and his entire body shuttering from the pleasure. Yoongi let go of him, Hoseok’s head falling back down.

“You’re not?” Yoongi asked amusingly. “Cause it sure looks like you are right now.” His hips snapped harshly as Hoseok’s body shuttered again, clutching onto the pillow tighter.

“Nnn…No… I’m n-not…” Hoseok moaned, burying his head into the soft cushions. “Ahh… Wait a bit-” Hoseok reached his arm behind, pushing Yoongi’s chest a bit away from him. Yoongi looked at him with delight before grabbing Hoseok’s arms and pulling him onto him even more.

“AHH!” Hoseok cried out, biting his lip as his right hand tightly bundled the sheets underneath him. “Y-yoongi..!” Hoseok shouted, his body meeting his partner’s thrusts. “I can’t… No more. I can’t-”

“No more?” Yoongi grunted, releasing his hold on Hoseok’s arm and placing both hands on his hips. When Hoseok nodded, Yoongi slipped out, breathing hard. “Shit...Hah…” He brushed back strands of his white hair before staring down at Hoseok’s fucked state.

“You... you actually stopped?” Hoseok questioned, slowly breaking out of his daze. 

“Of course.” He responded nonchalantly. “You weren’t used to it.” 

“Because I’m not a bottom...” Hoseok whined, grabbing at the blankets to cover up his bare body. “Ahh, this is embarrassing...” 

“Why?” Yoongi asked, throwing the clothes off the ground and onto his dresser. He pulled a shirt over his head as Hoseok stared at his back. 

“I guess I’m still not used to this... Dating a celebrity and all that. I can’t help but feel... small.” Hoseok explained, laying down on the soft pillow. 

“I guess... I’m still a person though.” Before Hoseok could reply back, Yoongi stormed into the bathroom. 

“Don’t bother me. I still have a problem to fix.” 

“Ah... right...” 

Before the door shut close, Hoseok ran over, bursting it open. 

“Wait! I can actually help with that.”

#sope #yoonseok #yoongi x hoseok #bts fanfiction #bts sope #yoongi #hoseok #bts smut #bts jhope #bts yoongi #bts hoseok #bts ideas #filth #writing filth

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BTS Crack Fanfic

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

THE STORY IM ABOUT TO TELL IS JUST A JOKE AND IT’S REALLY DUMB...I WROTE THIS ABOUT A YEAR AGO FOR MY FRIENDS WHO ARE THIRSTY FANGIRLS. PROCEED WITH CAUTION. YOU. HAVE. BEEN. WARNED.

Once upon a time, there lived 7 different men. No, not men, fucking little shits who like to ruin people’s(mostly ARMY) lives. Anywho, the seven boys names were Seokjin(aka Jin), Yoongi(aka Suga), Namjoon(aka RM), Hoseok(aka j-hope), Jimin(aka Chimmi), Taehyung(aka V), and finally Jungkook(aka Kookie).

Jin~

* Oldest

* Can cook

* Is a mom

* Worldwide handsome

* Face of a fucking god

* Deserves better

Suga~

* Acts all tough but is a soft little shit

* Sleepy grandpa

* When active you better watch the fuck out bcs this man will rap, dance, and sing circles around you

* Hot guy who can play piano

RM~

* Smart little fucker

* The definition of daddy

* Would be the one that if you are at dinner with your parents and you say "daddy can you pass me ______" he would give you it not realizing you are talking to you dad

* Hot and cute at the same time

* Wrecks everything even that p***y and d**k

J-Hope~

* Will destroy you with his dance moves

* BEWARE OF HIS HIPTHRUST

* Is a dom, don’t @me

* Ball of fucking sunshine

* Can rap but also sings(listen to spring day)

* Deserves better

* Sprite

* Cutie

Jimin~

* Shy but lowkey freaky

* Seriously this man is a little horny fucker

* Probably gay

* Also a great dancer

* Hits notes higher then stephen hawking IQ

* Fine af

V~

* HAS DESTROYED MY LIFE

* Will go from I’ll have her home by 8 to she calls me daddy

* Voice is as smooth as a buttery yeast roll

* Funny/weird/cute/sexy

* Will ruin your life, please stay clear

Jungkook~

* Youngest

* Nice face, nice bod, HAS FUCKING ABS KFKWOJDNE

* Seems cool

* This boy can do anything

* Voice is 10/10

* Rumor has it, his golden abs have blinded people

Nobody knows the origin of these disrespectful little sausages who I love with all my heart but some believe God sent them down as a form of population control since there hip trust can kill any unsuspecting victim. Now that we know a little bit about the 7, why don’t we get into the story?

One spring day, all 7 of the boys were at home. Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook were sitting on the couch playing games, J-hope was hiding from Suga since they were playing hide and go seek, and Suga was asleep in his room(gave up looking for j-hope as soon as the game started). This of course was like any other day in the house of BTS. Now you must be thinking that I forgot about Namjoon and Jin right? Nope, I didn’t. Those two were in the kitchen because Joonie boy is a thirsty little hoe and wanted the Jin’s D so he asked him if he could help him learn how to "cook". Jin being the angel 👼 he is said of course.

Tae, Jimin, and Jungkook continued playing whatever they were playing until they heard a loud noise coming from the kitchen, followed with Jin screaming "Fuck Namjoon don’t go so hard." All three of them paused at that. Hoseok came out from his hiding place and rushed into the living room followed by Yoongi who had woken up a little bit ago. The 5 of them were completely still waiting for the next movement/sound to come from the kitchen.

"Ohhhh that taste so good," Namjoon moaned out followed by a noise of something being repeatedly jerked(I couldn’t think of a word)

"Go harder and faster," they heard Jin say and then the noise became more frantic and fast.

"Like that?"

"Yeah just like that."

"Joonie be careful putting that in there, it’s quite big."

Taehyung, Jimin, Hoseok, and Yoongi all gave each other the "look" while Jungkook was jungshook and disgusted.

This continued for about 20 more minutes then small moans and groans could be heard through the house. Jungkook had enough of the grossness and decided to go into the kitchen, get Jin and Namjoon to stop being dirty, and continue gaming(we all know his freaky ass just wanted to see some action). Even though the other 4 protested, he decided to still go in there. Hesitating a little, he took a deep breath and threw open the kitchen door.

"Guys can you-what the fuck?"

The other 4 followed Jungkook in only to stop dead in there tracks red faced. Nothing could prepare them for what they saw.

Jin and Namjoon were sitting in the kitchen eating burgers, sausages, hotdogs, rice, and cookies. (I couldn’t think of anything 🤷‍♀️)

"Hey guys!" Namjoon states with a mouth full of food. The 5 boys stood in the door way dumb founded. All the noise they heard was just Jin coaching Namjoon on cooking.

"What’s wrong?" Jin asked as the boys still stood there lost for words.

"We, we though...."

"We heard moans and..."

"The noises were loud..."

"Namjoon being the thirsty dude he is..."

"WE THOUGHT YOU TWO WERE BANGING!! WE THOUGHT YALL WERE GIVING EACH OTHER THE D,” Jungkook screamed over the other 4 boys who were trying to form words.

Namjoon and Jin looked at each other for a split second and started dying of laughter.

"You thought we were what?" Namjoon laughed out as tear started to fall out of his eyes.

"Why would we have sex with you guys in the house?" Jin questioned also in tears. Again, the other boys were silent.

"Plus, Joonie boy and I haven’t banged in a good bit. The only person I’m banging right now is Jimin and that’s only on the weekends,” Jin laughed out as he exited the kitchen.

"Yeah that’s, wait what?” Namjoon asked as he processed what Jin just said. Leaving the boys to give each other, the look

#bts #bts imagine #bts reactions #bts smut #bts crack #namjoon #seokjin #yoongi #hoseok #jimin #taehyung #jungkook #jhope #jin #suga #v #chimmy #chimchim #hobi #namjin #taekook #jikook #taejin #yoonmin #sope

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AO3 stats project: tags

In this post, we'll discuss tags on the Archive of Our Own! Please note: because the works on the Archive include explicit material, some of the tags discussed in this post may not be appropriate for your workplace.

The Data | Basic Questions | Fandoms | Tags | Correlations | Kudos | Fun Stuff Thanks to @eloiserummaging for beta reading these posts; any remaining errors are my own.  A Python notebook showing the code I used to make these plots can be found here.

The Archive of Our Own has one of the best tagging systems around. You can read more about it here, here, here, or here. For our purposes, the important part is that users can tag their works however they want, and then a group of people called "tag wranglers" sort those tags, either adding them as synonyms of existing tags or creating new canonical versions for them. What I'll be showing here is the "canonical" version of the tags. For example, a work tagged "flufffffff" or "so fluffy!" would have those two tags assigned to the canonical tag "Fluff", so I will consider both of those tags as being "Fluff" to get the most accurate count.

The other important thing about AO3 tags is that they come in four flavors. The first one is "warnings", the content warnings required by the Archive (plus the default tag indicating you're abstaining from the warnings system). The second flavor is "Characters", tags describing the characters in the work. The third is "Relationships", tags describing the platonic or romantic relationships depicted in the work--typically, "X/Y" indicates a romantic and/or sexual relationship between characters X and Y, while "X&Y" means a platonic relationship, although this usage isn't universal and isn't enforced. The final category is "freeform", aka everything else.

Again, the tagging system is freeform and optional. In particular, I'll note that "character" tags and "relationship" tags don't necessarily imply each other: you can have a work tagged "Sherlock Holmes/John Watson" that only features Mycroft Holmes, or that features John and Sherlock but doesn't tag them as characters, only as the relationship. So remember that--while it's pretty good on average, because people tag their works so readers/viewers can find them--the number of uses of a character tag isn't the same as the number of works that feature that character, for example.

Okay! So what are the most popular freeform tags on the Archive? If you read a lot of fanfiction, I doubt you will be surprised by anything on this list. Left column is the top 15 tags by number of uses, while right column is the top 15 tags by the cumulative hit count on every work tagged with that tag.

Are these tags consistently popular over time? For reasons of space, I’ll just plot the top 10 by number of works:

If you look back at the works vs time plot in the second post, you'll see that yes, the shape of these trends is similar to the total number of works, so trends in fannish tastes haven’t changed much over the time the AO3 has been in existence. (These show a little more bumpiness because there are fewer works in each plot.) Some of these have gained a little more recent popularity vs earlier works--smut, fluff, and the two specific alternate universes are a little more weighted towards later times, while humor and general AUs are falling a little behind--but the differences aren’t as large as we saw for fandom trends in the previous post.

I'm sure you're curious about characters and relationships. Here are the top character tags, omitting the catchall character tags of “Original Character(s)”, “Original Male Character(s)”, “Original Female Character(s)”, and “Reader” (all of which would otherwise appear in the top 15). Also, remember this is missing some of the data from 2018 and 2019, as described in the first post, so BTS characters should probably be higher:

And here are the top relationship tags (again, excluding the catchall “Minor or Background Relationship(s)”):

And in particular, here are the top characters of color (excluding works with fictionalized race/ethnicity power systems--um, more than modern-day Western society’s power systems are made up--and characters from Voltron Legendary Defender, since I wasn’t able to find enough information on them):

Park Jimin (BTS)

Min Yoongi | Suga

Jeon Jungkook

Kim Taehyung | V

Kim Namjoon | Rm

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope

Kim Seokjin | Jin

Zayn Malik

Katsuki Yuuri

Sam Wilson (Marvel)

Magnus Bane

Nick Fury

Midoriya Izuku

Bakugou Katsuki

Erica Reyes

And here are the top relationships that are not M/M:

Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Emma Swan

Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak

Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin

Clarke Griffin/Lexa

Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov

Pepper Potts/Tony Stark

Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Emma Swan

Kylo Ren/Rey

Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley

Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper

Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold

Allison Argent/Scott McCall

James Potter/Lily Evans Potter

Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Here are the top ten freeform tags for the top ten fandoms. Different fandoms seem to produce different kinds of fanworks--which you'd expect, based on the variety in the source material.

AU = alternate universe, AU - CD = Alternate universe - canon divergence, AU - C/U = alternate universe - college/university, AU - HS = alternate universe - high school, BJs = blow jobs, ER = established relationship, H/C = hurt/comfort, PWP = plot what plot/porn without plot, RPF = real person fiction, SPN = supernatural.

Finally, for fun, here's the top 200 tags of all kinds, sorted against each other. You can find a lot of fun things on this list. Some of my favorites:

Supernatural is so big, and so focused on so few characters, that Dean Winchester is the sixth most popular tag on the entire AO3.

Clint Barton is way higher than I would have expected.

Sherlock Holmes is slightly less popular than anal sex.

Original female characters are more popular than anal sex.

Similarly, cuddling is more popular than A/B/O.

Harry Styles is less popular than 3/7ths of BTS (at least as of sometime in 2018); Louis Tomlinson barely tops Draco Malfoy.

Alcohol comes between Katsuki Yuuri and Viktor Nikiforov.

Leonard McCoy is below songfic. Please join me in picturing how pissed off he’d be.

The one-two punch of “Spanking” and “I’m Sorry” is pretty amusing.

If I had put up the top 201 tags, 200 and 201 would have been “Flirting” and “Murder”, so Hannibal is almost on this list.

Fluff

Angst

Alternate Universe

Romance

Hurt/Comfort

Dean Winchester

Humor

Established Relationship

Smut

Sam Winchester

Steve Rogers

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

Tony Stark

Friendship

Original Female Character(s)

Anal Sex

Drabble

Original Characters

Sherlock Holmes

Fluff And Angst

Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Castiel/Dean Winchester

One Shot

John Watson

Stiles Stilinski

Castiel

Harry Potter

Oral Sex

James "Bucky" Barnes

Natasha Romanov

Blow Jobs

Clint Barton

Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Drama

Derek Hale

Reader

Slow Burn

Original Male Character(s)

Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

First Time

Alternate Universe - College/University

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[bangtanniex]

Kitty’s Master

Title: Kitty’s Master

Rating: Explicit

Group: BTS

Ship: Yoongi x Jeongguk

AO3 tags: below cut

Summary: As if he felt Yoongi’s gaze, Jeongguk looked up at the man and flashed him a quick smirk. Yoongi frowned at him and felt the unfamiliar need to wipe that smirk off of his face. Normally, Yoongi takes the submissive role in their relationship and he’s never felt the need to change that. However, Yoongi the urge now and he couldn’t wait for the two of them to get home.

or: Jealous Yoongi doms for the first time

AO3 tags: Jealous Min Yoongi | Suga; First Time Domming; top jeongguk; Bottom Yoongi; Dom Yoongi; sub jeongguk; Bondage; Cock Rings; Vibrators; its the cock ring tho; Riding; Anal Fingering; Subspace; kitty kink; master kink; Light Dom/sub; i think thats all lmao; welcome to more filth

Min Yoongi wasn’t usually the jealous type, especially when their friends were involved. Sure, if it was a random person hitting on Jeongguk, he’d have a huge issue with it and he’d no doubt crawl into the man’s lap to make it known that he is very much taken. However, if he got jealous every time one of their friends was a bit too touchy with his boyfriend, then he’d likely go insane since all of them are big on skinship. He’s not sure what’s different today, though. Yoongi was sitting on the floor beside Namjoon while Jimin was cuddled up against Jeongguk on the loveseat. The smaller man had his legs thrown over the other man’s lap and his face is tucked into the crook of his neck. Yoongi couldn’t help the dark flash of jealousy that he felt in his stomach.

As if he felt Yoongi’s gaze, Jeongguk looked up at the man and flashed him a quick smirk. Yoongi frowned at him and felt the unfamiliar need to wipe that smirk off of his face. Normally, Yoongi takes the submissive role in their relationship and he’s never felt the need to change that. However, Yoongi the urge now and he couldn’t wait for the two of them to get home. The seven of them were all gathered at Seokjin and Hoseok’s place for their weekly movie night, but Yoongi couldn’t focus on what the movie was. He kept glancing up at Jimin and Jeongguk. Jeongguk seemed to catch on pretty quickly and his eyes flashed with amusement as he placed his hand on Jimin’s thigh.

Time seemed to move slowly but finally, the movie ended and Yoongi shot up from his place on the floor and marched over to Jeongguk. He smirked up at his hyung as he saw the telltale look of jealousy in his eyes. Yoongi grabbed his arm and yanked him up, effectively shoving Jimin off of the man’s lap and onto the floor. Yoongi knew that he’d have to apologise to their friends come tomorrow but he couldn’t think of that at that moment. He pulled Jeongguk out of the apartment and in the direction of their car.

“Hyungie,” Jeongguk whined, worry flooding his voice. He hadn’t meant to upset the man, he just wanted to tease him a little.

“Drive, Jeongguk,” the elder snapped. His mind was reeling with all of the things that he wanted to do to the man when they got home, but he knew that he couldn’t do anything unless he calmed down. He took a few deep breaths and settled silently into his seat. He spent the remainder of the ride calming down and running through how he wanted the scene to go. By the time they’d arrived at their apartment, Yoongi had a plan and his mind was calm. When they got inside, Jeongguk reached out to the man.

“Hyun--” A loud slap rang through the air as the younger man’s hand was smacked away.

“Go lay on the bed. On your back,” Yoongi commanded. He watched with pleasure as the man’s eyes grew wide and looked as if they were already beginning to cloud over. Yoongi knew that Jeongguk was a switch, they’d talked about it before in case Yoongi ever felt like switching things up, but he never thought it’d be this easy. He figured that Joengguk would at least try to fight him, not look as if he was ready to slip into subspace. Jeongguk nodded sharply and ran to their room.

Yoongi, however, took his time taking off his shoes and jacket. He gathered up water bottles and snacks that he knew they’d need afterwards. He had full intention of tiring the man out. He walked back to their room slowly and even when he’d entered, he didn’t immediately look at the boy sprawled on the bed. Instead, he started rummaging through their things to gather up the supplies that they’ll be using. He tossed them on the bed and finally looked up at the other man. Jeongguk had stripped down to his briefs and was laying on the bed like he’d been asked. Yoongi let out of happy hum.

“Good boy,” he whispered as he began crawling on the bed towards the man. Yoongi watched his muscles tense as he dug his fingers into the bed in an attempt to stay still. “Master is being a good boy for Kitty.” Jeongguk let out of surprised gasp at this and then a quiet moan followed. Yoongi straddled the man and sat down so that his butt was directly on Jeongguk’s dick. He rolled his hips slowly as he spoke, causing shocked moans from the younger. “But you weren’t a very good boy today, were you?” When Yoongi didn’t get an answer, he lifted his hips up to cease all contact with Jeongguk. Said boy let out a strangled No! at this is tried to grab Yoongi’s hips to pull him back down on him, which only cause the older man to pull away completely. He reached over to his pile of toys and grabbed the rope. Yoongi ran his fingers along it and shivered as he remembered the way it felt against his skin, but today wasn’t about him. He grabbed Jeongguk’s hands and held them down above the man’s head. They both paused here and looked into each other’s eyes.

“Colour?” Yoongi asked, his lips brushing against the other man’s.

“Green,” Jeongguk moaned out in response. “Hyung, please.” Yoongi cocked his head at that.

“Is that what you’re supposed to call me?” Jeongguk’s whole body shook with pleasure at this and he whined high in his throat.

“Kitty.” Yoongi whispered a quick good boy and began tying his hand to the headboard. Once he was all tied up, Yoongi sat back down on the man’s lap and began grinding his hips down again.

“Now as I was saying.” Jeongguk was panting harshly as Yoongi was speaking. “You were very bad today, making me jealous with Jiminnie.” Jeongguk whined and choked out a sorry, Kitty but Yoongi chose to ignore him. “Master let Minnie hang all over him so he’s gonna watch his kitty fuck himself on Master’s cock,” as Yoongi spoke, his voice dropped an octave and got husky. He leaned forward and mouthed at Jeongguk’s nipple, knowing that it was a sensitive spot for the man. “Master isn’t allowed to cum until Kitty does so I got you something special.” With that, he got off of Joengguk and went back to where we placed the toys. Yoongi grabbed the lube and one of his favourite toys: a vibrating cock ring. When Jeongguk saw what he was holding, he let out a loud whine and squirmed in place. Yoongi just smirked at him.

Yoongi reached for Joengguk’s briefs and all but ripped them off, revealing the man’s flushed and leaking member. The elder licked his lips and could resist leaning down to lick the precum from the tip. Jeongguk all but screamed at the feeling and his hips jerked up towards Yoongi’s mouth but he pulled away. Instead, he grabbed the lube and poured it directly on his dick, causing the man to let out a hiss at the cool temperature. Yoongi quickly started warming it up with his hand before grabbing the cock ring and lubing it up with what was left over on Yoongi’s hand. He carefully slips the ring down to the man’s base and makes a triumphant noise when he sees that it fits perfectly.

“Remember not to cum, Master,” Yoongi warns as he pushes a small button on the cock ring. Jeongguk shouts as intense vibrations come from the ring. Yoongi knew that even with the cock ring and Jeongguk’s willpower, he wouldn’t be able to hold out for long, so he decided not to waste any more time. He grabbed the lube again and pour some onto his fingers. Yoongi straddled Jeongguk backwards so that he could watch Yoongi stretch himself. Still a little lose from that morning, Yoongi was able to push in two fingers right away. Usually, he liked to take his time and stretch himself slowly but he knew he didn’t have the luxury tonight. Finally, after scissoring three fingers in himself, he deemed himself ready and turned back to face Jeongguk. He felt a flash of arousal at how absolutely wrecked his boyfriend looked. His lips were swollen and red from where he’d been chewing on them and his face was flushed. Yoongi could tell that the boy was definitely teetering between reality and subspace by the faraway look in his eyes. All of his muscles were pulled taut as he struggled to control himself.

Without warning, Yoongi slammed himself down on Jeongguk’s cock, his mouth wide open in a silent scream at the feeling of the cock ring vibrating against his rim. Between the vibrations and the full feeling, Yoongi wasn’t going to last much longer so he started riding the man with vigour. The only noise in the room was the lewd sounds of skin slapping and harsh breathing.

“Master--” Yoongi started but was interrupted by a sharp moan that ripped itself out of his throat. Jeongguk’s eye snapped open to look at Yoongi. “Master says that Kitty belongs to him, yeah?” Jeongguk nodded with a dark possessive look in his eyes that made Yoongi shiver. “Well--” Yoongi slammed his hips down faster as he felt the familiar heat in his stomach. “--Master also belongs to Kitty.” Jeongguk’s eyes widened at this and his hips snapped up. “You are mine.”

“Kit--I’m gonn--please!” Jeongguk begged, his voice desperate.

“Yes, yes. Cum for me Master. All mine. Kitty’s Master,” Yoongi chanted as if in a trance as he continued to rock his hips down. His thighs were starting to kill him, but luckily Jeongguk took over by thrusting sharply into the older man. Yoongi came first with a loud shout and Jeongguk came shortly after as he clenched around him. Jeongguk whined and sobbed with overstimulation as the cock ring continued to assault the man with vibrations.

“K’tty, please.” Despite feeling like he’d gotten his soul fucked out of him, Yoongi got off of the man and quickly turned the ring off before sliding it off of his softening dick. Yoongi reached up and untied the rope from Joengguk’s wrists and then cuddled up beside him. When his arms were freed, Joengguk wrapped them around the smaller man and nuzzled the side of his head. “M’sorry, Yoon,” he whispered. Yoongi shushed him and ran his fingers through the younger man’s hair.

“It’s okay, baby. You did so well for me. You’re completely forgiven.” Yoongi continued to give the man praises like this until he fell asleep. Yoongi slipped out of the bed to grab a washcloth and gently wiped them both down before sliding back in bed and falling asleep too.

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