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absdoll · 5 months

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Hi bee:3 requesting for Abby eating out or playing with readers 🐱 with her fingers while reader is playing a game

It's all I've been thinking about lwjeuvesivdsi

hi qt ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა i luv this idea ! ty for requesting 🎀

cw : pervy!abby <3 my beloved ♡ // reader is playing animal crossing new horizons !

“abs! guess who just came to my island?!” you squeal as abby lifts her head from her book to meet your sparkling eyes. “hmm let me guess, the weird looking red dog?” she asks, quite genuinely.

“wh-… oh! cherry? she’s so cute! you’re mean.” you furrow your eyebrows at her, offended she called one of your favorite villagers weird looking.

your girlfriend smirks, a sigh leaving her mouth. abby gets a rise out of making her sweet doll-face frown and pout. abby knows it’s wrong to think such dirty thoughts about how innocent you are. the way your cute little butt peeks out of the bottom of your cotton shorts when you try to reach the top cabinet. when you’re all doe-eyed and curious asking her what she wants for dinner. how you sit crisscross applesauce in the big comfy living room chair, looking so small and fragile. and right now, the way you’re so giddy about a silly animal video game. she takes a deep breath as she moves over to where you’re lounging.

“i’m sorry baby, can i see?” abby rests her head on your shoulder, her right hand settling on your bare thigh. you giggle when she gives your soft flesh a little squeeze.

“it’s chai! i’ve wanted her to move to my island since i started playing!” you ramble on about your beloved blue elephant. “she’s just like cinnamoroll, look!” you tilt your nintendo switch screen in abby’s direction, biting your bottom lip in excitement, so happy you get to share this moment with your favorite girl.

abby glances at the game for a moment, then looks up at you, your eyes glistening. she looks back down at the screen, noticing your small fingers toggling with the knobs of the device. she takes another deep breath.

“mm so cute angel, i love the little teacup on her head.” abby kisses your shoulder. “i’m gonna get something to drink from the fridge, you want anything?” she inquires. you shake your head no, too focused on trying to make a good impression on your new guest.

the tall blonde stands to walk to the kitchen, stopping to stretch her arms above her head, letting out a long sigh. she turns around to give you a sweet look before she leaves the room, but her eyes fall somewhere else.

as you sit with your legs in the butterfly position, your pretty pussy on half display. abby clenches her fists, she’s resisting the urge to pry your game out of your soft dainty hands, pin them above your head, and fuck you dumb. she can’t hold back much longer.

“baby,” abby breathes, she walks back over to you, kneeling before you, elbows on your knees. “just keep playing, okay? don’t mind me.” you’re too busy cleaning up your island and making small talk with your digital neighbors to give abby any more than a “mhmm! okay bibi!” and she knows it.

abby begins planting gentle kisses to your cold thigh, humming against your skin as she sees goosebumps rise up your legs. you shiver a little when her face gets closer to your half covered heat. you move your game slightly to the left, looking down at her. “what’d i say pretty girl? hmm? eyes on the screen, don’t look at me again.” abby softly speaks through her pebbled kisses. you frown, confused, but decide to listen and be the good girl abby wants you to be.

abby’s mouth is nearing your pool of slick, you can feel the warm breeze of her breaths tickling your entrance. she uses her nose to reveal your wet pussy from your shorts.

“abs!” you attempt to close your legs around her head, but she knows you, she knows your movements. she knows that you like to play this little game where you say “nooo abs! don’t wanna! too sensitive!” and then a few seconds later, you’re spread wide open, desperately waiting for her skilled tongue to plunge into your aching hole.

“cmon princess, i don’t have to tell you again, do i?” abby coos. “spread.” her voice a little huskier.

you nod and relax your legs. you resume playing, eyes glued to the screen again, quickly getting distracted by the singsong isabelle is putting on outside town hall.

abby’s tongue now inches away from your puffy pulsating clit. all she can think about is devouring every last ounce of you while you sit there, so innocently focused on something far less disgusting than what she’s doing.

your perverted girlfriend watches as your cute hole tightens around nothing, a smile forms on her freckled face. she extends her wet pink muscle and licks a gentle zigzag from fold to fold. “mm-aahh!” you let out in a high pitched moan. abby shoots you a glare, a warning, that if you acknowledge what she’s doing again, she isn’t gonna be so sweet and soft anymore.

she’s drinking your pussy, tongue circling your sensitive nub, slurping every drop of white cream that’s sticky all over her chin. abby glances up at you, “good girl, so proud of you angel.” you bite your lip so hard that you wince a little at the sudden taste of blood, but you know better than to look at abby, let alone let her know how good she’s making you feel.

abby slides one finger into your pussy with ease, your drenched entrance practically sucking her in. “so wet for me.” she’s making out with your thumping clit, curling her index finger up, the pad perfectly tapping your g-spot.

you can’t breathe, you can’t think, you’re trying to move the controls of your game, your hands shaking. all you want to do is buck your hips up to her face, shoving her tongue so deep inside of you that feel her nose touch your clit over and over and over. “you’re close princess, i can feel it.” abby hums.

she’s going so agonizingly slow, the soft sensation of her saliva mixed with the unhurried pump of her finger, you’re dying for her to pick up the pace — and that’s exactly what she isn’t gonna do.

“cum slowly for me baby, ride it out.” abby continues lapping up your slick, using her free hand to hold your legs open. “that’s it sweet girl, riiight…. there.” you’re cumming all over her face, from her nose to her chin, her face is buried in your juices.

“let me hear that pretty moan of yours.” abby’s eyes fixated on your blissed out face. finally granting you permission, you scream out in euphoria, “uug-uuuh aahh aaa-bby-y-y!”

abby removes her finger, plopping it in her mouth, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she sucks your cum off.

sliding your shorts back up your legs and kissing the top of your head, she starts to walk towards the kitchen. “you want something to drink now?” she teases.

a/n : i loved writing this ପ૮๑ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ๑ აଓ hehe if u don’t love pervy!abby then idk what to tell u , ur missing out ! 😵‍💫💕 hope u enjoyed bbs <333

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fillinforlater · 9 months

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Hello plz feel free to replace my Eunbi ask with a Rose daddy kink feet smut. She has maybe my fave feet for K idol and I dream of the day I can see this smut published. White polish Rose feet stuff, licking, sucking, tasting, feet fucking ofc, and also getting her pussy pounded cumming inside, but also cumming all over her feet. Plot line you can decide. Thanks QT.

The Interview

Male Reader x Roseanne Park

Length: 2188 words

Tags: feet kink, cheating, daddy kink, an interview gone wild, infidelity, fucking feet, feet licking, footjob, masturbation, creampie, hair pulling, cum drinking, rough sex, folding in half

TW: no editing lol

(A/N: the final request of my first request phase back in early 2022. This one is so old, sorry that you had to wait for so long buddy @sooyadelicacies. I hope you enjoy it lol)

"Are you not going to start the interview? Or are you just going to stare at my feet all day?"

"W-well, it's hard to focus, like, your legs are literally pointing down at them. Your sandals barely hide the rosie!"

Rose rolls her eyes. Slender arms folded like a pretzel, she leans back into the beige cushion of her chair, fifteen-hundred, made for her ass and her ass alone. In annoyance she watches her useless boyfriend put the back of his pen on her calves but even a heavy sigh does not stop his advance. In one continuous trail, he drags the pen to her knee before she stops him with a snarky remark.

"Will you stop it? This is important to me. I need your focus on this." She taps the clipboard in his hand, knowing all too well that his horny ass has not written down a single practice question. "Please practice this with me."

"Nah, I'd much rather practice with my cock in your pussie, Rosie~" he responds, face in a smirk so disgustingly self-satisfied at his pathetic attempt at a joke that no one would argue with him looking downright ugly. Rose turns to the side, arms entangled rightly.

"You don't give a fuck about this, hm?" Rose fires back and grips her boyfriend's wrist. "We can fuck afterwards, but not now. I need your help, so please, at least try to act like a journalist."

There he goes again, blank stare focussed on her feet, her face, turning to a smirk as he finds another horny rebuttal:

"I'm no journalist, I'd much rather be an explorer. I could write books about how smooth your legs feel and how tight your pussy is."

"He is a journalist, he can surely write better than you can ever dream off!"

Rose's shout makes the room go quiet. Not that there were more people anywhere near them—but it feels like every atom has stopped moving and only motionless, perfect silence remains. Her boyfriend sinks backwards into the couch, arms folded the same way she has, an eyebrow raised in more than light concern.

"Oh. It's a guy doing the interview?"

"Are you not going to start the interview? Or are you just going to stare at my feet all day?"

You straighten your neck, terrified at Rose’s carelessly spoken words. It was only for a fleeting moment that your eyes caught her bare feet, the way her slender legs seem to point down at them, it was impossible not to look. You could promise her that this was only because she decided not to wear any shoes, which would have explained it, but nonetheless, you are in deep shit.

“Excuse my behavior, please,” you quickly respond, beads of sweat forming at the side of your temple. “I was just spacing out. I know I shouldn’t, but please, forgive me.”

“You’re taking this too seriously,” Rose laughs and leans back into her chair. “Is this your first interview with…”

“With someone of your caliber—yes, though I have never felt nervousness rise in me to the point such a mistake happens. I really am sorry.” You bow your head to the idol, hoping to overplay any and every thought of her thinking that you’re thinking about her feet in all kinds of ways. “Shall we begin?”

You pull out your recording device, ready to hit play and make this the professional question and answer session it was supposed to be, but Rose interjects. God knows what she is thinking when she leans forward, slender fingers right above your thigh, voice husky and deep.

“You want them on your cock, right?”

“What?!”

“You want my feet around your cock, right

“Daddy?”

“E-excuse me?!”

“I can see you drooling.” Rose captures a string of saliva with her thumb, blowing away your coverage behind decency, and spreading it over your dry lips. “I can see the want in your eyes when you look at my feet. Aren’t they pretty?”

“R-Rose, this is highly—”

"Inappropriate?" she asks, a look of brattiness and disappointment on her stunning features as her pointy, purple painted nail pokes your cheek. “Inappropriate, like staring at a lady’s feet while fantasizing about them?”

“I-I told you I’m sorry. A-and I was not fantasizing in the slightest.”

Your explanation ends with a wince. The pointy ends of Rose’s delicate fingers sink into the skin of your neck. You throw your head back. The pain is sharp, severe enough that you want it to end, but your hands still tightly hold onto the clipboard and recording device.

“Now you’re lying, Daddy.” Rose repeats that damn word without care. “Why can’t you admit that you like my feet?”

“Because…” you stammer, trying to escape the idol by sinking deeper into the couch, but Rose gets closer to you. Her face right above yours, her thighs trapping yours, her other hand is right on your—

“Because then I wouldn’t be able to hold back!”

Rose is gone, the small of her back back in her seat, her entire body far away from yours. Her entire body? No. You could never forget about her bare feet, which she raises from the carpet and places them on your piping hot bulge. In an attempt at torture, she giggles while rubbing you in between her tiny toes, curling them, pressing them against the head of your hidden cock.

“What if I don’t want you to hold back?” she whispers and fiddles with the top of her dress.

“Rose, I—”

"Don’t talk, Daddy, just

“Take me.”

Drop these useless devices, there will be no record of what is about to happen. Rose’s last sentence has ended the interview before it even started. If you can’t talk with your mouth, your hands will have to do the talking. Nothing stops you from popping open your dress pants, yanking them down your legs, your bulge the only real(ly massive) obstacle, and getting a hold of Rose’s feet.

She smiles, pale cheeks blushing at your sight and the feeling of your cock on her soles. You adjust them, making a perfect pocket to thrust into, but before you can jerk your hips upwards, Rose has taken the lead with this absolutely dreamy look in her eyes.

“Oh Daddy~” Rose moans and moves her feet up and down your length. “You are so big and girthy. Let me worship you with my feet, pretty please.”

“I-I… you’re already doing it, Rosie,” you hiss, her soft soles feeling incredible, yet you wish for some kind of lubrication for things to go smoothly.

Rose nods, her breathing getting more rapid by the second: “It’s just that I—I can’t hold back anymore. Daddy, I need to make you cover my feet, Daddy!”

Not holding back, not holding back, not—you grab Rose’s left calf and as she still yelps in shock, you put her toes in your mouth. With all manners thrown out of the window, you slobber all over her pretty little foot, spit covering every inch of her spotless skin. Rose starts to moan, her other foot teasing the sensitive underside of your shaft, forcing droplets of clean precum out of the tip.

Done with one foot, you take the other and everything leads up to this vicious cycle of covering one foot in drool while the other massages your member, smearing it with your saliva. You take a second to open your eyes and look at the idol before you. She has melted into the chair, biting the fingers of one hand while the other is rubbing her clothed crotch.

"Take them off," you mindlessly groan, before your tongue twirls around her toes. "Take off your clothes for Daddy."

Rose is eager to nod at you using the uncalled for, yet not unwanted nickname. Her eagerness does not stop there however, as she is quick to get rid of her tight white outfit, the thin strings fly over her head, her skirt travels down her legs. Before they reach her feet, she starts to jerk you off, keeping you hard and horny the few short seconds without stimulation.

"Daddy, please plaster your thick cum on my feet!" Rose moans as she inserts two fingers into her cunt.

"I won't hold back."

Pull her ankles close to you. Rose almost falls off her chair, eyes in surprise, then bliss. She is piercing herself open, her fragile legs weak, fully under her control. She loses her mind, you help her lose it and you lose your mind, she helps you lose it and you lose your train of thought—fuck it, fuck her feet.

"Daddy, y-you really seem to like me feet~"

"Fuck, they are the softest."

Move your hips back and forth, her ankles forth and back, squeeze them tighter around your cock. Watch your tip poke through it, watch Rose's finger move in and out, watch her tongue fall out of her mouth. It's all getting you closer, your breathing is rapid, Rose's too. Is she also—

"Daddy, I'm so~close~" the idol mewls and you thrust faster.

"Finger yourself stupid!" you command. "Watch me paint your feet, fuck!"

Rose's eyes tremble. She can barely focus on your erupting cock as her own sex explodes in a violent, squirting orgasm that leaves her thighs and chair in a messy, wet puddle. A deep, echoing, dumb sounding scream comes from her wide open mouth. She is the opposite of you, quietly relishing in the bliss of a climax that sends strings of cum all over soles, feet, even up to her legs.

Before the tremble of Rose's legs makes your semen fall off of them onto the carpet, you quickly fold her in half. The surprisingly flexible woman now has her cum-covered feet dangling above her delirious, glowing face.

"Open your mouth, baby girl," you whisper and watch Rose instinctively stick out her tongue. Your cum drips from her thin legs and feet straight on her face. Rose licks off whatever she can get in desperate desire, while you poke her exposed labia with your stiff cock.

"How does it taste?" you jokingly ask, ready to penetrate her pristine pussy.

"Is this really the first question to your interview?"

"There was an interview?"

Oh fuck.

"Oh fuck!" Rose vocalizes your inner thought as her pussy engulfs your entire length. You can feel her sensitive walls wrap around you, cling onto you, like she wants to squeeze more of your initial load out of you. No, you first have to get there, but with this incredible tightness and her insanely lewd expression as she swallows your dripping cum, she will have you cumming in no time.

"F-forget the interview," Rose whines. "I'll send you the answers per, per mail."

"No, we'll do the interview. Now," you growl at her, fingers tightly grabbing her small thighs. "You'll answer truthfully, baby girl."

"Hng, I-I can't think!"

"No need to. Just tell me: who fucks you better?"

"Wha—ah!"

Rose screams, laughs when you tickle her feet by spreading the remnants of your first load over her soles. Through all of it you start to thrust slower but harder, the depths of her cunt spread widely by your tip. You watch Rose throw her head back and decide to ask again.

"Who fucks you better, Rose? Your boyfriend or me?"

"You, oh God, you!"

"And who did you wear this white polish for?"

"Y-you, I'm only fucking you."

You ponder for a second, resting a hand on her throat. Rose suddenly has these puppy eyes that lack lewdness but increase your desire to dump a ridiculously large second load in her tight cunt.

"God, you look so breedable," you groan and lean down to her face, strands of rose-gold hair not hiding but increasing her stunningness. "But remember: I'm the one fucking you."

"Yes, Daddy." Rose seems to brace for a hard final fucking, but you don't want to give it to her. You feel great, fully inside her small pussy, her juices around you, keeping you wet and warm.

"Final question, Mrs. sluttiest idol:

"Where do you want my seed?"

"I need it in my pussy, Daddy~"

"You need it?"

"Of course, Daddy~ Fill me up!"

A loving thumb crazing her cheek, that's your final showing of mercy. Her ponytail in one hand, clit pinch with the other, you start to jackhammer into Rose's pussy with all the power the word 'Daddy' has given you. You won't be able to keep this up for long, but Rose is already a mess, nothing compared to the powerful idol from before.

She wants to be the little messy nothing on the chair, drilled by a big cock, her painted feet high in the air, her pussy convulsing. That's the way she wants to milk you, get your seed, and with a final thrust (and final, very harsh pull on her hair) you start to cum inside her.

"So warm, Daddy, ah!"

Fuck the interview or Fuck: The Interview? you think as you see you either losing your job or having the most incredible career of anyone in this industry.

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x-reader-theater · 6 months

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Secret Messages from a Lover

summary: While you're streaming, your boyfriend sends you a message.

pairing: Corpse Husband x Gender Neutral Reader (no pronouns are used.)

word count: 670

warnings: none.

a/n: i really just needed to write something so self-indulgent because god i want this so bad. i figured others want it too. i've been so depressed lately that I just need a little fantasy, you know? my requests are open, and you can find my request rules here.

“God, that video is so fucking funny,” you say, pulling your blanket around your shoulders tighter with one hand while the other brings your patterned tumbler with the sparkly straw up to your mouth, so you can drink your water. Your knees pull further up to your chest, which is easily done in your very spacious gaming chair. “OTV never fucking misses.”

You press a button on your stream deck, switching from the video you were just watching to your face, with chat scrolling in the top left-hand corner. You take another sip from your tumbler and pick out one of the comments passing by, scrolling to stop it from moving as you read it aloud.

“Were you on the newest Fear& episode? I was. QT, Hasan, Will, and I just kinda chatted for a bit. That was a good fucking episode, though,” you say with a grin. “Love those guys. QT especially, she’s fucking hilarious. She makes me laugh so fucking hard whenever I talk to her, even if we disagree on Taylor Swift.”

You keep scrolling back down, so you can keep seeing the comments when another one jumps out at you. “Are you gonna keep streaming? Yeah, chatter, I actually just started before that OTV video. I think Toast is gonna invite me to some Pico Park today? If not, I’ll just play some Valorant or something to pass the time. I gotta git good if I wanna beat, well, anyone,” you admit with a laugh, hiding your shame by taking another drink of water.

You see your phone light up in front of you. It’s a Discord notification, which you quickly check on your second monitor, assuming it’s Toast inviting you to the Discord call.

It’s not. It’s your boyfriend, Corpse.

“You look so cute today babe. You look so cosy wrapped up in your blanket and your smile is so bright. I'll never get tired of seeing it. I love you and have a good stream 🖤”

You feel your cheeks heat up at that, and you take a sip of your water to try and hide your reaction. You haven’t told anyone you're dating Corpse yet, and you have no plans on it any time soon, but he makes you so happy you find it hard not to blurt it out whenever you can.

You send back a bunch of yellow hearts and an “I love you too!!!!!!! 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛”, biting your lip as you type on your very satisfying, clack-y keyboard.

That’s when you get the notification from Toast to join the shared call.

“Ah! Toast’s calling!” you exclaim for the benefit of your audience.

You quickly join the call, the connection sound filling you comfortable, over the ear headphones.

“Hey! What’s up!” you say into the call, getting a couple of “Hey!”’s and “Hello!”’s back.

Then you hear a familiar voice say, “What’s up.”

“Corpse!” You’re grinning at this point as you continue, “I didn't know you were gonna be playing!”

“Uh, yeah. Toast invited me last minute. Surprise?” he says like it’s a bad thing.

“We haven’t played anything together in a while and I saw him online and thought, ‘Fuck it,’ yaknow?” Toast asks and you chuckle.

“Well, it’s good to talk to you again, Corpse,” you say, setting your tumbler down on your desk. He got you that tumbler for your birthday not long ago, and it’s your favourite thing you own. He also got you the blanket that’s wrapped around your shoulders for your six-month anniversary, and it’s the warmest blanket in your house. You always wear it when you stream because the A/C is always blasting.

“It’s good to talk to you too,” you say, shivering as your heart hammers at his words.

You begin loading up Pico Park, just listening to everyone talk to each other, when you get another notification on Discord.

“I love you 🖤” it says.

“I love you too 💛” you reply, smiling into the camera for just a moment, just for him.

#corpse husband #corpse #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband x y/n #corpse husband x you #corpse x reader #corpse x you #corpse x y/n #corpse husband x gender neutral reader #corpse husband x gender neutral!reader #corpse x gender neutral reader #corpse x gender neutral!reader

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the-phantom-author · 1 year

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Hasan Piker | genral dating headcannons

I caved and wrote most of these at 3am. Enjoy.

@starsyoubreaklikesugardust

Probably meet through a friend, i picture Caroline, Austin, or maybe QT

Very chaotic first couple of months, he is a busy man with a very full schedule. That being said, he makes time for you.

Like he'd set an alarm just to make sure he messages you in the morning and calls at night when he doesn’t see you.

You stay at his house often. As much as he is busy during the day, the morning and night are reserved for the both of you.

He's not a huge fan of sharing each other's clothes, but does love matching clothes. He just likes it when he can see you both wearing the same jacket or shirt.

That being said, you have full access to his jewelry drawer. The look that would adorn his face when he sees you wearing his bracelets or necklaces. Buy him a bracelet with both of your initials on it, trust me.

Cute local dates, like hole in the wall coffee shops, family owned restaurants, farmers markets.

He is also a show off. Surprise fancy dinners, going to award shows and events. All while also being an icon during irl streams, you may not be a streamer but you're always good for content.

Popping up on stream every so often, usually just to give him food or something to drink, but there are several stream series that you’re involved in.

True Crime reacts being the main one, doing Bob Ross painting together encouraging chat to join in, bringing back the cooking streams and cooking stuff together, making things out of clay, ect.

Being the person who calms him down, having to remind him that chatters are just that, chatters. And that sometimes internet drama can be left online.

Doing each others self care routines, paint his nails, brushing each others hair, forcing him to do face mask.

#hasanabi #hasanabi x reader #Hasan x reader #Hasan Piker x reader #hasan piker #Hasan x you #Hasanabi x you #my writing #i think if i write more it'll go on a side blog #but who knows

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gh0st-t0wn3 · 6 months

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I litterally can't stop picturing red son acting like freckles in lackadaisy? I don't know if you know the thing but like imagine red son staying over at mk's with mei maybe, he gies downstairs (pigsy noodle shop) to drink and get back to bed but then he notices a wobbly shelf and he's just like

;:/

>:/

and then he spends the next hour fixing it qt like 3 am CUS HES NOT USED TO DO NOTHING WITH HISHANDS AT NIGHT (also it bothers him) and pigsy hears noise, come downstairs, there is eye contact and-

Pigsy: go to bed

Red son: yes sir-

I absolutely LOVE this idea, it's so funny to imagine Redson fixing Pigsy's equipment in the middle of the night just because it annoyed him that something wasn't working right.

I'm sorry this took so long, I was gonna do a longer comic but I didn't like how it turned out so I re-did it but that looked off too so I wound up just making these two pictures instead, I'm so sorry ToT.

That moment when you think you're being robbed but it's really just your son's sleep-deprived demon boyfriend fixing your damaged kitchen equipment at 3 am, hate when that happens 🙄

#fanart #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid red son #monkie kid red son #lego monkey kid fanart #red son #lmk pigsy #lego monkie kid pigsy #monkie kid pigsy #i hope we get a pigsy and redson interaction in s5 #i need him to experience a healthy parental relationship flying barks studio please🙏#gh0st ask

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prettypr1ncezz · 1 year

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Things to do in the morning𓈒⋆⑅˚₊୨୧

stretch

drink water - first thing in the morning

shower🚿

wear a qt outfit

make a healthy smoothie

go for a run🏃‍♀️

make bed

meditate🧘‍♀️

eat a nutritious breakfast☕️

workout for 30 Minutes - 1 hour

read the newspaper

yoga

skincare🧴

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butterfluffy · 2 years

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Hi I just started reading you work and I love it soooo much especially Law and Zoro. If you can please may I request law with female reader. He neglects because he is so busy until she unintentionally neglects him playing games with the crew. Law being petty but just really wants cuddles lols 😂

“don't ignore me!”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· law is a busy man, so he can't avoid ignoring you for some time, but when the tables turned on him, he is unpleased..

⠀⠀➧ fluff | trafalgar law × f!reader | oneshot

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none, other than swearing...! mistakes may be present though.. so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀➧ requests are open! do send some requests for me to write!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: here's law being a qt @only1nycsweetie ♡(> ਊ <)♡

Law had been busy for some time now, and it's already getting into your nerves—well, why won't you? He's your lover, yet his attention is not on you, but to his damned work.

“Law, can you please give me attention, and not those papers?” You plead, tugging the raven-haired male's shirt to catch his attention—but no.

He didn't even turn around to look at you, he's just focused on the newspaper in his hand, jotting down information about some news on a paper. “Law, darling, stop ignoring me and just give me attention!”

Whining to your lover's ears, he then sighed, glancing at you for a moment just to say, “I can't, I'm busy, sorry.” before going back to his thing.

It's irritating. He's been doing this for almost a week now, and you can't handle it any longer. “Fine then.”

Leaving him alone in his room with a loud huff, you went to the crew to spend your time with them instead of your boyfriend who doesn't seem to care about you anymore.

“Ah, Y/n, what brings you here?” Ikkaku, the only woman in the crew other than you asks, sitting on the floor with a cup of tea in her hand. “..Nothing, just bored.”

Sitting down with them, you then heaved a sigh out, pouring yourself a tea to drink. “Is Law ignoring you again?” Penguin asks with a chuckle, snorting at your desperateness to have your lover's attenting.

“Shut it, Peng. This is no laughing matter!” You argued to the man who laughed your barks off.

“He's a busy guy, so it's not surprising that he's ignoring you.” Shachi mentions, dropping a deck of card to the table in front of you all. “Just go spend your time with us instead, we'll give you attention and not ignore you like your boyfriend, haha!”

“Ugh.. Alright, let's play, yeah?” Giving up on chasing after Law's attention, you just went on to spend your time with the crew, playing with them to actually have something to do...

And after some time, you've moved on from wanting Law's attention. Only wanting to have fun with his crew instead.

“Where's Y/n?” Law asks, looking around the ship for you. “She's with Ikkaku in the bath, capt. Why?”

“...No, nothing.” He muttered, averting his eyes away from his crew man, going back to your shared room with him to wait for you..

“Y/n-ya.” He calls immediately upon you entered the room after taking a bath. “What?”

“I'm free now, we can hang out already.” He mumbled, patting the empty space beside him on the bed.

“Ah, okay, but I don't want to.” You said with a shrug, tossing the towel on your head away and going outside to the crew once again—causing your lover's brow to twitch into a frown.

Now, it was his turn to chase after you for your attention. And he didn't like how the tables turned on him, completely unamused by this.

“Y/n, come with me.” He says in a demanding tone, wanting you with him instead of Ikkaku who's hair is being braided by you.

“Can't, I'm busy.” You blankly state like how he did with you before, “No you're not, so come and hang out with me, now.”

Gripping into one of your arms, Law grumbled under his breath, annoyed how you won't budge an inch away from what you're doing. “Y/n, you can do my hair later, just hang out with captain now..”

“Don't wanna, I'd rather hang out with you all instead of this boring guy.” Whispering this, you struck Law's nerve.

“That's it—if you won't budge there, I'll drag you with me.” Rolling his eyes by your petty self, Law then picked your figure up, taking you away from his crew, causing you to whine.

“Law, no! I don't wanna come with you, I'll still play cards with Peng and Shachi!” Kicking your feet, you struggled to get down from your lover who grumbled, now tossing you on the bed you two share before laying himself on top of you.

“Law!” You shout, pushing your boyfriend away who embraced you, going tighter, not letting you get away from his arms.

“No, you're staying here with me, because you've been ignoring me.” He huffs out as you clicked your tongue.

“Well you did the same to me, so it's quits now.” You defend, letting your lover be as you caressed his hair, giving in.

“Sorry.” He apologized, “..Now don't ignore me.”

Chuckling by his childish side, you hummed, “Alright, fine, just don't ignore me too.” “Got it, love you..” “love you too, my baby of a lover.” “I'm not a baby!”

#ੈ♡˳· butterfluffy #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #one piece oneshot #trafalgar d. law #trafalgar d. water law #trafalgar x reader #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar d. law x reader #trafalgar d. water law x reader #law x reader #law one piece #law one piece x reader

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p-taryn-dactyl · 2 years

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could i request some cute jealous Kate Bishop? maybe R keeps getting asked out / hit on but is oblivious to it and Kate acts as her protector? :(

a/n: hi! here ya go! (i didn't know if you meant they were in an established relationship, so R and Kate are already dating in this fic - i apologize if this is not what you wanted) also holy crap this took me way too long i am so sorry. Also, i just wanted to say that i loved this prompt and i really hope i don’t disappoint you <3 word count: 597 tag list: @coolbeans32 warning(s): i make fun of oklahoma, but it’s ok guys i can do that, after all -sadly- i am from there; mentions of Y/N having long enough hair to brush behind her ear

jealousy, jealousy

Kate was using everything in her power to not commit murder in this random gas station. She tapped her card against the counter, glaring at the cashier who had decided to flirt with you, her girlfriend. The woman was leaning over the counter, her back to Kate as she complimented you and made you laugh.

Kate wished she brought her bow.

You had wanted to go on a little road trip, go on Route 66, and now you were stuck in Oklahoma. Well, more like stuck in a QT in Oklahoma but it counted. Kate watched as you smiled and brushed your hair behind your ear as your face was probably heating up from the attention. She thought you were adorable and was about to stare lovingly at you, like a lovesick puppy, when the cashier let out what was supposed to be a laugh. The lady reached over and booped your nose.

“You’re just too cute, hun. I could eat you up!”

Your eyes widened at that before you let out a surprised giggle. You bit your lip, a habit of yours.

“Thank you, you’re not too bad eith-”

Before you could finish your compliment, Kate slammed her hand on the counter, finally grabbing the cashiers attention. She rose her eyebrow gesturing towards the items on the counter.

“We’re ready to check out.” Kate gritted out, her jaw clenching as she tried to put on a respectful smile. The cashier rolled her eyes and returned to the check out, but not before sending you a wink. Kate was positive everything was tinted red. You made your way to Kate, wrapping your arms around her waist, laying your head on her shoulder. In a moment, to purely be petty, Kate made eye contact with the cashier as she kissed your forehead. The lady handed Kate her drink and snack with a tight smile and a heavy hand. When she turned towards to you, your snacks were handed to you so gently, Kate thought the lady mistook you for a newborn puppy. You scrunched your eyebrows together when you looked at your chip bag, Kate’s hand gripping yours, not tight enough to hurt of course, as you walked out of the station. You seemed to realize what was scribbled on the bag, turning towards Kate, who had a grumpy look on her face.

“Kate, I think that lady wants to be my friend.”

Kate spun around, grabbing the bag you were holding out to her. When she saw the number, she started to laugh at how oblivious and cute you were.

“Oh, Y/N…babe, she wants to be more than friends.”

It took you a minute to register what she meant. You gagged playfully, shaking your head.

“Oh gross! She had to be old enough to be my mom!”

Kate laughed at your reaction, taking a sip of her soda.

“Sooner state, more like cougar state.” You murmured as you hopped into the passenger side of the car. Kate, hearing what you said, snorted mid drink. The soda came flowing out her nose as she coughed, laughed, and groaned all at once. You started laughing hysterically, handing your girlfriend napkins with shaking hands as Kate calmed down. The archer looked at you, a faux angry look on her face.

“Don’t be mean!” She pouted, which made your empathetic self laugh even more. Kate started laughing as well, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.

“Where to next?” You asked yourself, opening a map and trying to find the next sightseeing location.

“Definitely not another gas station.”

a/n: i definitely rushed this, i felt like i was taking too long with requests! hopefully you enjoyed it tho <3

#kate bishop x reader #kate bishop #my writing #fem!reader #kate bishop x fem!reader #kate bishop x female reader

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broken-hum0r110 · 4 months

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YOLO THIS IS MY FIRST POST ON TUMBLR, WHICH I WONT POST OFTEN, MAINLY JUST REBLOG STUFF❤️

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SO ANYWAYS I HAVE SOME HCS FOR FUN

SENATOR PROTEUS

He **IS** narcissistic.

HE DEFINITELY HAS A CRUSH ON SENTINEL (PRIME).

My man’s dick so rotten he has flies on it

He definitely has one of those dominating, worshipping kinks.

I believe he was JEALOUS of shockwave (other than shockwave’s betraying of the senate, and working alongside basically criminals, and being smart, predicting, etc..), THAT was one of his reasons as to why shockwave had empurata.

The reason he ordered shockwave to get shadowplay(ed) is because proteus KNEW, that shockwave’s explosive(or bipolar) personality would take a toll on the senate. And because shockwave was like that, and liked disrespecting Proteus.. proteus did himself a favor, and proceeded to make a lobotomy, BECAUSE he knew shockwave would be more serious, take stuff seriously, and because it would serve as an advantage to proteus.

My man’s stank. He showers monthly.

HE ONLY USED PERFUME.

IF you smell closely he probably smells like rotten milk.

OCD (OBCD😹😹😹)

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SENATOR RATBAT

MY MAN DEFINITELY GOES OUT FOR SOME FANCY NIGHTS..

Vampire core.

He likes the dark.

He can SEE in the dark.

Obviously, canonly (because of his wings), He’d be a predacon. A flier. A mix of both I say..

HES GOTHIC

He definitely drinks wine 24/7 and liked to visit the poor to insult and flex on them.

Man’s dick is medium sized.

Because of the toys (legacy model), I hc NOT ONLY can he transform into a bat-like animal, but into a submarine. And because as I previously mention (him being part flier), also into a jet.

He likes scaring others. And wearing ANYTHING that’s gold.

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SENATOR SHOCKWAVE

Secretly bipolar.

MANS ESCAPED THE MENTAL ASYLUM 5 TIMES

Used to get therapy.

SEX LIFE BIGGER THAN HIS DICK

Body dysphoria.

LOVES PARTIES

alcoholic.

He IS an asshole. And liked to fight.

Narrow eyes = grumpy looking face. Soft smile = QT PIEE

Because he experiments. He broke his T-cog numerous times and manipulated it. Which means he can transform into whatever he likes, as long as his plating (and/or armor) has more than enough parts.

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*FIN*

#idw mtmte #transformers #senator shockwave #proteus #Senator proteus #Senator Ratbat #transformers headcanons #headcanon #theories

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distant-screaming · 16 days

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Get To Know Me tag!

thank you for the tag @idletype <333 I love procrastinating and doing fun silly activities instead :)

do you make your bed? no 😔 I don't have time for it in the morning and then the next time I see it I just collapse into it. occasionally on weekends I will but that's just so I can fool myself into thinking I'm organized

what's your favourite number? 9!

what is your job? UNEMPLOYMENT‼️‼️‼️

if you could go back to school, would you? brother I am already here 🫡 but yeah I enjoy it for the most part

can you parallel park? legally yes. in actuality, probably, but I do my level best not to

a job you had that would surprise people? I technically work as a part time graphic designer for a non profit organization? I don't know if that's surprising though

do you think aliens are real? sure, in the way I believe in ghosts. I don't necessarily think they're real, but I don't think they're not real either. schrodinger's belief

can you drive a manual car? I can barely drive an automatic your honor

what's your guilty pleasure? as anyone who follows me knows I have zero sense of shame and/or guilt in terms of my interest hsjfjsjfjv. probably something like really badly written romance fantasy isekai manwhas?

tattoos? I wish!!! unfortunately I am like soooo anemic

favorite color? you know, I don't actually know, because one time I said it was purple and now like every other thing I own is purple but I don't know if it's actually my favorite??

favorite type of music? literally anything. usually it depends on my mood, the day of the week, the alignment of the sun, the current number of turtles on beaches, th

do you like puzzles? SO much <33 all kinds

any phobias? no phobias 🫡 I Really dislike interacting with critters and/or bugs though sorry lil guys

favorite childhood sport? HAHAHAHA um extreme speed reading? but if I had to choose probably badminton

do you talk to yourself? rarely, but I do have an internal monologue when I'm not distracting my brain with ten million stimulation

what movies do you adore? I don't watch movies much, but my neighbour totoro is <333

coffee or tea? neither and both! I don't drink either regularly or have a preference but if offered I'll take both

first thing you wanted to be growing up? oh man, no idea. author or something along those lines most likely!

tagging: @qt-qtoey @welcome-to-the-shit-library @jojotichakorn @akaane000 @ranchthoughts @cornflowershade @bubbaknowlton aaand anyone else!!

#yipppeeee #tag game #mint beloved #distant screaming screams into the void

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idletype · 16 days

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get to know me tag! :0

was tagged by my beloved b @weizhiyuan <3 many moons ago and i just remembered this is in my drafts. but thanku!!

do you make your bed? i wait until i absolutely HAVE to be out of bed to get up so i don't usually have the time or see the point

what's your favourite number? 7 or 9 (my bday)

what is your job? i work at a tutoring academy :D

if you could go back to school, would you? i am currently in school and Suffering but i still plan to (hopefully) go to grad school in the near (hopefully) future!

can you parallel park? in theory yes in practice yes but with a lot of adjustment and anxiety mumbling

a job you had that would surprise people? i've only had 2 other jobs besides my current one so i don't think so

do you think aliens are real? yes and if they're reading this rn pls call me pls give me ONE chance

can you drive a manual car? no and everytime i see it in movies or videos i am very confused

what's your guilty pleasure? i was raised catholic so all of my pleasures are guilty 👍 but fr i wouldn't say i have any, cringe is dead, life is too short, we should all enjoy the things we enjoy without shame (as long as it isn't hurting anyone ofcourse), etc etc

tattoos? none but i've many ideas about ones i really want, both silly and serious

favorite color? green (and yellow and blue and brown but mostly green)

favorite type of music? soft indie sad girl music, 2000s emo/pop punk, musical theatre, noisy kpop ... mostly those 4 wildly different genres

do you like puzzles? yes but i don't do them often, i should really do more puzzles. love the nyt games tho

any phobias? bugs especially cockroaches, this is specific but not being able to wake up from a dream/not being able to tell if i'm dreaming - i'm a very floaty spacey person so i'm scared of suddenly losing my sense of what's real

favorite childhood sport? i do not sport and have never sported. swimming and gymnastics but i'm not very good at both. swimming is still p enjoyable now

do you talk to yourself? constantly

what movies do you adore? dead poets society is my all time fav, wolf children, greta gerwig's little women, stephen spielberg's west side story.... i recently watched bottoms and it was SO good

coffee or tea? both, i probably drink coffee more nowadays bc i'm a caffeine fiend but tea is very comforting to me

first thing you wanted to be growing up? a princess/singer/actress probably. i have childhood photos of me wrapped in a curtain putting on a concert in the living room

tagging @qt-qtoey @petrichoraline @distant-screaming @serene-skies @benzatthanin unless u have already done it hehe

#mint talks #tag game

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kookstempo · 2 years

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busy being yours - myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader genre(s): fluff and some mild smut (?) word count: 1.8K

warnings: making out, grinding, mentions of choking, yoongi is a tease, mentions of hair pulling, mentions of an erection, he likes to grab your butt.

summary: you can't keep your hands off of the pretzels (or yoongi, either).

A/N: thank you, my stunning @daechwitatamic for having the words i needed, amazing reactions, and being such a qt and a mill (iykyk).

this drabble is about the to catch a dream/three couple! make sure to read those before to get some background hehe - masterlist

“You brought me flowers?”

“Is that my hoodie?”

You both notice completely different things about each other the second you open the door to your apartment. Yoongi is holding a bouquet of tulips in one hand, while the other holds a paper bag from the supermarket that is filled with snacks and drinks for tonight’s date. The tulips are coral-colored and they match the dress that you chose - on purpose since you know it’s Yoongi’s favorite - for tonight. Your boyfriend steps forward, entering the apartment; he carefully drops the paper bag next to the door and loops his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. His embrace feels like a warm blanket around your body that instantly makes you melt against him, humming in approval.

“Hi, my love…” you murmur with a serene tone, looking up at him. “Yes, this is your hoodie. I couldn’t bring myself to wait for your arrival, I missed you so much that I had to put this hoodie on to keep calm.”

Yoongi lets out a deep chuckle when hearing your explanation, moving one hand down to cheekily squeeze your butt as he leans down to peck your lips. You squeal in response, frowning.

“Hey, what was that for?!”

Bringing a hand to caress your lower cheek, you let go of him and move out of the way so you can close the door. You’re sure the neighbors wouldn’t appreciate this much PDA at night, or any time…

“Since we are all being so playful tonight. Just wanted to touch what’s mine.”

The way he says that so… casually makes your cheeks burn and your hands come up to your face to hide it from him before he can comment on it. The living room looks set - the couch has enough blankets (literally one since you always share a blanket with him), the table has been pulled closer for it to be easier to reach for the food, and the Netflix app has loaded already, waiting for both of you to choose a movie to play.

Yoongi has gone quiet, way too quiet for your liking. You turn around to see what he is doing, and the sight that greets you has you biting your lip to stop the cackle that threatens to leave your throat. He is struggling to open a hummus pack, lifting it and twisting it to find a different way to open it, yet failing once again. Shaking your head in amusement, you walk to the kitchen and lean over the counter. One look at the package is enough for you to recognize how it should be opened.

“Bottom left corner has a flap, use that to open it,” you suggest, pointing at the tab on the package with a teasing smile on your lips.

Before he can say or do anything, you move to the other side of the counter to enter the kitchen to help Yoongi… and to take a look at the snacks he bought. You spot Cheetos, Doritos, some already-cut veggies for the hummus. But one item at the bottom makes you gasp, alerting Yoongi. He knows his girlfriend enough to understand why she is gasping, and he pulls you away from the bag before you can take them away.

“No, no, no! Leave those there. You just have to wait a couple of minutes.” Yoongi scolds, grabbing the bag of Hershey’s pretzels and putting it away from you.

“Yoongi, wan’ them now!”

The whining lacing your tone makes him want to pout and give you the bag without hesitation. You shouldn’t have it so easily, though, and he doesn’t wanna hear your complaints in the middle of the movie when you run out of them. Just as you are about to make a run for the bag, he grabs your waist again and puts one hand under your jaw, making you look at him.

“Try that again, I dare you. Your pretzels will look prettier on the highest shelf there is here and I won’t get them down for you.”

“You used to be more fun, grandpa,” you sulkily mutter, getting out of his grasp and moving to the living room, plopping down on the couch with a sigh.

His eyebrows raise in astonishment, taking a quick look at you to confirm his assumptions - you’re sniffing to get his attention - with no tears pouring out of your eyes - buried under the blanket and you are holding a pillow to your chest.

“Sad…I have a blanket with all this extra room and no one to share it with.”

“Y/N, don’t be a brat and wait a little longer. If I don’t get these popcorns the way you like them, I'm not gonna hear the end of it.” He snorts, plating the last dish and opening the bag of pretzels so you won’t have to fight with the bag later.

You, undoubtedly, have him whipped.

“Why do you make it sound like I’m whining all the time? Be fair and square, Min Yoongi.”

“It seems like you’re whining now, aren’t you, doll?” Yoongi walks to the couch with two bowls in hand, setting them down on the table and going back to the kitchen to grab the remaining ones. “And you’re even using my full name now… I think someone is craving cuddles more than anything.”

Your silence is an answer. The way you snuggle against him once he finally sits down completes it. Yoongi moves one arm for it to rest around your waist and peppers your head with kisses. The feeling of his lips is something you will always love and would never trade for something else. He leans forward and grabs the bag of pretzels, placing it on your lap with a small squeeze on your waist.

“There, angry baby. What are we watching tonight?”

Flicking through many movies and TV shows, you finally agree on a movie before you run out of pretzels, and you show Yoongi this with a smirk on your face. With a popcorn bowl on his lap, a beer bottle, and a glass of wine, both of you fall into the plot of the film.

You can’t complain about the movie you chose - it is keeping you on your toes, the sound effects keep you alert, and Yoongi is enjoying it, too. This time, however, it’s not the Hershey’s pretzels that have you about to complain, but the way Yoongi looks right now is enough to make you want to forget about the movie and indulge in him. He runs his tongue across his bottom lip after a few drops of beer remain there and fixes his glasses.

You have gone too long without him, longer than you’d ever want to. He isn’t oblivious to the way you haven’t stopped looking at him - he reaches for the remote and pauses the movie, turning his head to look at you.

“That is not the look you give me when you’re about to complain about pretzels. What’s wrong? Are you not liking the movie?” He questions you, removing the bowl and the empty bag from your laps to pull you onto his legs.

You straddle his waist and give him a timid shake of your head, pulling him closer to your body by the collar of his shirt.

“Darling, look at me, c’mon,” Yoongi tuts, caressing your thighs with his hands.

Disobeying him, you move your gaze to his hands - his pretty, veiny hands. Unwanted memories infiltrate your head: the way those hands grip your hair and neck tightly, how they feel between your legs, how said hands grab your jaw as he kisses you. God, you need him to kiss you.

Speaking of jaws, Yoongi taps his index finger against it, letting out a deep hum. That’s enough to make you look at him, grabbing that same hand to intertwine your fingers with his.

“What’s up? What is bothering you?” He continues pushing you to understand what’s wrong.

You can’t bring yourself to ask him to kiss you, so you let your body language speak for you. You shift on his lap to be even closer - if possible - and nudge your nose with his, whining lowly. Yoongi’s free hand pinches your thigh and you whine again, about to complain, yet his words beat you to it.

“Speak up, doll. What do you want? Because I’m getting an idea but it’s better if you tell me instead of just whining.”

“Fuck, kiss me. Please?” You beg, bouncing impatiently on his lap.

The kiss comes sooner than you expected Yoongi to give it to you. It’s desperate, needy. His grunts fill the silence in the room now that the movie is paused; it’s almost as if he is swallowing the whimpers that leave your mouth. You tilt your head to the side to make the kiss deeper, sucking on his bottom lip and letting it go with a giggle that Yoongi appreciates, but makes revenge established by grabbing your hips and rolling them against his, letting you feel how hard he is becoming for you, because of you. Everything inside you feels warm, fuzzy - your senses are screaming Yoongi’s name.

When air becomes a need, you break the kiss and lean your forehead against his, panting.

“I don’t think I will ever understand why you continue to dress up so pretty for me if it’s going to end up discarded on the floor at the end of the night,” he murmurs, tone low and seducing. He is eating you with his eyes, pulling at the hem of his hoodie to discard it from your body, and you allow him to.

“Mmm, always wanna look cute for you.”

You bring your hands to your hair to tame it down, both the kiss and the hoodie disheveling it. Yoongi’s gaze drops to your cleavage when you lift your arms, a sneaky hand making its way to your stomach, threatening to move to your breasts.

“Is there something else waiting for me below the dress?” He lets his hand drop to your thigh again like the teasing little thing he is, laughing at the way your shoulders fall.

“Wanna,” you gulp, releasing a shaky breath right on his lips, “wanna find out?”

The growl Yoongi emits when your hands pull at the straps on your dress, close to freeing your breasts, makes the need you’re feeling become bigger, thighs trying to rub together to get some friction. He is quick to pull you back to his mouth, not without pulling your dress off of your body first, then meeting your lips in a passionate kiss.

What was the movie’s title? You don’t care or even remember anymore.

#red five diamonds in my queue #yoongi drabble #yoongi fluff #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #yoongi one shot #bts #bts x reader #bts fanfic

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