#gosh what a cutie patootie

[strawbeii]

just saw an edit of some guy called prompto from final fantasy and now im not the same girl i was 5 minutes ago

#an edit of noctis showed up on my fyp and i was like “ooh this guy is cool what's he from” then i was looking through more edits #then i saw prompto and my eyes bulged out of their sockets #like that scene from the mask #he is so cutie patootie oh my gosh #final fantasy 15 #final fantasy xv #final fantasy #ffxv #ff17 #ffxv prompto #prompto argentum #text

[saloonwomen]

YOUR SON LOOKS LIKE A GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#this is about kankri #man i have taken a like fucking year long hiatus from reading homestuck cuz the beta trolls are soooo fucking boring #but i have seen enough both actual scenes with kankri in it and horrible yaoi boyification to know he is INSUFFERABLE #but i think hes funny in his own special fucked up way! like gosh. what a freak #anyways his godtier garb is so fucking gay he looks like such a cutie patootie #hes like if a girl was a boy

[astonmartinii]

big reputation | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x fem reader

they may have a big reputation and they may be end game, but sometimes you need a push from your girlfriend to enter your reputation era

(also no hate to vasseur and sainz, it's just the way the fic had to go)

MASTERLIST | TIPS

f1newsandgossip

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f1newsandgossip: after ferrari's continued chaos and inability to get anything right it seems, do you think charles leclerc will stick around and renew his contract?

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user3: i love him and i love ferrari but if he wants any shot of winning a championship he has to leave

user4: i would die to see him at red bull or even mercedes

user5: would he want to be a second driver though?

user4: babes they treat him like he's the second driver at ferrari at least there he'd have a competent car and team

user6: yes ! he has to leave, no one at that team respects him anymore

user7: he should've left a long time ago but this season has to be the final nail in the coffin

user8: all he does it protect ferrari and ferrari don't even give a shit about him it's actually sad

user9: they don't even protect him from his teammate and his teammate's parents being rude about him in the media

user10: for real the man needs to stop being a team player and tell him how it is

user11: i feel so so bad for him because his childhood dream is turning into a nightmare and through no fault of his own

user12: i know y/n is absolutely seething and the only reason she hasn't said anything yet is because charles is so in love with the team that he won't say anything bad about them

user13: i need her to give him a lil slap around to get his head in gear

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yourusername: you and me got a big reputation

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user14: me being delusional: OMG THIS MEANS CHARLES IS FINALLY ENTERING HIS REPUTATION ERA

user15: and then we remember rep is an album about love first and revenge second :(

charles_leclerc: is this a taylor swift reference?

yourusername: yes it is !! i knew you were actually listening when i gave you the full eras breakdown

charles_leclerc: i'd listen to you talk about anything

yourusername: even the things you don't want to hear?

charles_leclerc: i think it has gotten to that point, yes.

user16: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN ^^ ???

alexalbon: when will i be freed from the shackles of having to take cute photos of you two

yourusername: NEVER

charles_leclerc: is a seat on my jet not enough?

alexalbon: YOUR JET? i have clearly missed something here

maxverstappen1: alex is always free to fly air max (MY jet, factually)

yourusername: when did this become a dick measuring contest? (charles would win, you can all go home)

maxverstappen1: i don't want you to see my dick

charles_leclerc: i should think not verstappen

alexalbon: i don't know how i hang out with you morons

user17: gosh y/n is so sexy

user18: i am allowing myself to live in delusion and after the shitshow that was austin, y/n is initiating the reputation era and charles will either give ferrari hell or actually leave

user19: idk that man might be completely in love with y/n but he's even more in love with ferrari

charles_leclerc: nothing compares to her

user20: WHAT DOES THIS ALL MEAN?

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: hola mexico! can't wait for the weekend to start

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user22: post your team or car? no. post a random picture of your girlfriend? yes.

user23: he should post an explanation as to why his gf was being wined and dined by christian horner

yourusername: ZOOWEE MAMA

charles_leclerc: excuse me?

yourusername: instagram would ban me if i really said what i think

charles_leclerc: oh i'm blushing

yourusername: but always above all you are a cutie patootie

user24: i see posts like this and i wonder why do they always have break up rumours if they are this in love?

user19: bestie we simply cannot be believing everything we read, especially when it comes from a certain spanish paper

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user24: wait what is this supposed to mean?

user19: any "insider source" at ferrari that has anti-leclerc info is usually the sainz family lol that's why other than ferrari being clowns in general charles needs to get the fuck out

pierregasly: rivalling me with just how much you post y/n

charles_leclerc: ummmm you've met her, and you wouldn't?

charles_leclerc: WAIT don't answer that

user25: so are we just ignoring that y/n was at dinner with CHRISTIAN HORNER?

user26: the red bull!charles dream a bit more feasible now and i am appropriately feral

user27: obsessed with how he's just ignoring the horner thing

user28: i am similarly obsessed with how the media are spinning this to an affair between y/n and horner LMAO

yourusername: he made us split the bill after ordering a really spenny wine :/

user29: I'M CRYING

user30: horner's like if i don't get a driver out of this dinner i will be having a nice glass of wine he's so real for that

scuderiaferrari: let's get it 💪

user31: GET A JOB. LEAVE HER ALONE

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user32: lol she's so tired of being subtle

user33: TELL THEM SIS

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f1: BREAKING: charles leclerc signs for red bull racing for 2024 on a four year contract

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user36: they're MUGGY for the first picture omg

user37: SOMEONE CALL THE EMERGENCY SERVICES FOR ME I CAN'T BREATHE

user38: wait so like who do i have to thank for finally making this happen?

user39: this has y/n y/ln written all over it - the dinner with horner finally makes sense

pierregasly: WHAT ?????????

user40: HE'S FINDING OUT AT THE SAME TIME AS US? DID ANYONE KNOW?

user41: THERE WILL BE NO EXPLANATION JUST REPUTATION

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user42: okay since y/n and charles have referenced the reputation album so much during this whole fiasco .... taylor swift x charles leclerc piano ballad collab when?

user43: so this is il predestinato who has betrayed his team and completely blindsided him? this is why carlos has always been the superior driver

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user44: not carlos liking this comment

yourusername: i wish he would say something with his chest, always hiding behind his parents and the spanish media ... yeah we know about that and we're no longer under that stupid contract so i can and will say this all to your face

user45: HOLY SHITTTTTTTTTT

carlossainz55: you got the move and attention you wanted stop trying to drag me into it

yourusername: babe there's a difference between you and i, you create fake cheating rumours to try and shake your teammate while your PR team is fulltime constantly having to threaten legal action over you not being able to keep it in your pants

user46: ERM QUEEN THEY STILL HAVE RACES TOGETHER

redbullracing: anyways.... WELCOME TO THE TEAM CHARLES

user47: admin what is going on?

redbullracing: i have no clue but as soon as that man is in a navy race suit i will get the tea trust

user48: so real of you

maxverstappen1: ☕️

user49: LMAO KING

yourusername: i have a feeling we might get on (no more inchidents though)

yourusername

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yourusername: they said i did something bad, why does it feel so good?

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user51: momma does not play oh my

taylorswift: proud 🖤 🐍

yourusername: approved by our lord and saviour, thanks mother

charles_leclerc: do you need a pianist?

taylorswift: i'm sure we can work something out

landonorris: ^^ this is so unfair i thought i was the swiftie on the grid :(

danielricciardo: my rendition of our song says otherwise

user52: she really said FUCK FERRARI AND FUCK YOU TOO

user53: as she should

charles_leclerc: i'm not a playboy but i do LOVE YOU

yourusername: i love you even more

charles_leclerc: NUH UH I LOVE YOU MORE

yourusername: i would literally fight every person on earth for your hand

charles_leclerc: oh wow ... mark me scared AND horny

alexalbon: okay that's ENOUGH

user54: i'm so glad she shook him out of the ferrari daze he. might finally have a chance at the championship now

user55: i'd be afraid that ferrari may build a good car next year but then i remember it's ferrari LOL

user56: so y/n mentioned under the f1 post about a contract? was she not able to say anything about ferrari while with charles?

yourusername: yes. i was not able to say anything they considered negative. many times when i expressed disappointment in how charlie has been treated i was reprimanded by ferrari and was banned from the paddock for weekends following any statements

user57: wtf that is crazy ??? makes sense as to why charles always blames himself when it was clearly a pit/strategy issue

yourusername: ferrari have attempted to keep charlie under wraps since his second season at the team. they were worried about him becoming outspoken like seb. this goes all the way down to his music which they tried to prevent him from releasing. i'm glad he'll be given the chance to show his talents next season

user58: thank the lord charles finally left. this is insane. the reputation era was well and truly needed.

maxverstappen1: kelly wants to know whether now you'll be wag teammates that you can raid each other's wardrobes?

yourusername: of course !!! i can't wait to see her more often coffee dates are a must ( + p of course)

charles_leclerc: i'm gonna beat your ass at padel i WILL be the padel king at red bull

maxverstappen1: i will show NO MERCY

yourusername: maybe this was a bad idea ...

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: it saddens me to my core to be leaving the team i always dreamed of racing for and winning with, but there comes a point in your career when it's time to put your ambitions above tradition. ferrari has always been the dream for me, but the last couple of years have been a nightmare. i never thought i'd be put in a position where i'd have feelings like these about the team i love, but the constant disrespect, betrayal and the treatment of my loved ones leaves me no other choice. despite this sad ending, i am looking forward to new opportunities at red bull, racing alongside an old friend and under a competent leadership. finally, thank you to y/n and my family for being there for me during this time despite the way we were all treated. i know i will get questions, but there will be no explanation, just reputation.

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user59: he really left comments open so we could drag ferrari

user60: and drag i shall do... that man despite the absolute tomfoolery got that shitbox on the podium and NONE OF YOU SHOWED UP

user61: for real, they're out here trying to show charles as petty but then KEEP PROVING HIS POINT LOL

yourusername: i am so unbelievably proud of you. i know this was a hard choice but it's the one you had to make. today and every other day i will always be there to support you even if no one else is

user62: subtle DRAG

charles_leclerc: i love you to the moon and to saturn

yourusername: you're my invisible string

yourusername: also this is what i mean when i say reputation is a love story with a side of shade

user63: i know binotto let out a sigh of relief that he dodged this shit storm

yourusername: that fraud is SO lucky i was under contract while he was there otherwise i'd drag his ass so bad he'd be bald

charles_leclerc: i don't know how he made it out of silverstone alive after the whole finger wagging saga, i had to hold her back

sebastianvettel: i hate to say i told you so .....

charles_leclerc: SEB ????? BUT I'M DOING IT NOW, I'M NOT WASTING IT (tell christian to give me the better strategies i know you're still the o.g golden boy)

maxverstappen1: you know i can see this right?

christianhorner: and me?

charles_leclerc: @yourusername baby please take the fall for me

yourusername: I COMMENTED THAT

maxverstappen1: you guys really aren't slick... you're lucky i already love you two

christianhorner: i feel like i need to brief PR already

yourusername: if it makes it any better i'm a great baker and very generous

redbullracing: WE'LL TAKE IT

user64: @netflix make sure there's a camera in that garage at ALL TIMES

pierregasly: proud of you calmar, i hope this works out better for you than it did for me

yourusername: NO ROOM FOR PITY PARTY HERE SIR

yourusername: wait that was rude, we love you pierre

charles_leclerc: thank you pierre

pierregasly: ummmmmm tell y/n she can't say that ???

charles_leclerc: she made me see the light kinda owe her everything rn, so sorry?

christianhorner: definitely brief PR

note: teehee here it is. MY GOD my writing block has been insane - i also went on a trip to london and got horrendously drunk and made AWFUL decisions. alas, i hope you guys enjoy this and the race later !!

EDIT: I AM SO FUCKING ANNOYED AT THIS RACE ONE DAY WHERE CHARLES IS NOT FUVKED OVER IS ALL I ASK WHAT DID HE DO TO DESERVE THIS

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 #f1 social media au #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc instagram au #charles leclerc instagram edit #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc

[kittyball23]

Any chance of a quick fic of Branch's bros showing and telling Poppy Branch's embarrassing baby photos all while he's a embarrassed grumpy pants about it? I feel we need more embarrassing loving big brothers moments.

Hi, Anon, I apologize for this being delayed. I wrote out a few drafts to this story, but was unsatisfied with the turnout until now. I do hope you enjoy :)

Show and Tell (a Trolls fanfic)

By the time that Branch had gotten his drink at the bar - a concoction his older brother called the Tropical Refresh, composed of a variety of fresh, fruity juices  - and walked over to the backstage area of the karaoke stage to find Poppy, he could already hear the bouts of giggling coming from his girlfriend. Branch had come across this type of situation a few times already, and he didn’t need to ask what had gotten her in such a lighthearted mood.

“Don’t you ever get tired of looking at that?” he asked, gesturing at the clue board that she was unashamedly ogling over.

“Nope!” Poppy chirped. “How can you ever get tired of looking at this cutie-patootie face, huh?” She reached into her pocket and showed him a little wallet-size photograph of him in his signature perm.

Branch gasped. “Hey! Who gave you that?”

“I did!” The blue Troll turned to find John Dory approaching them, looking quite proud of himself. “Don’t worry bro, I got copies for you, too!” he said, pulling out three more from his dark, aquamarine hair.

Branch groaned. “Seriously?”

“What do you mean ‘seriously’? What’s so embarrassing about a baby photo? You totally rocked the look!” JD asked, confused. Then he chuckled, nudging Branch with his elbow and speaking hushedly so Poppy couldn’t hear. “At least I didn’t show her the other box, right?”

But Poppy had heard him. She perked up and faced John Dory with curiosity. “What other box?”

JD beamed at her. “Ohoho, girl, if you like these photos, just wait till you see what I got in store for you.” Whistling Rhonda over, he entered his caterbus and pulled out a heavy-looking trunk. He struggled dragging it out for a moment, and then gave a short cry.

“Ouch! There goes my back,” he whined with a grimace, having strained himself too hard and rubbing the affected area. But the smile returned to his face a moment later. “Feast your eyes on le pièce de résistance, Poppy Seed!” he declared grandly, and then opened the trunk with a dramatic flair.

For a second light almost seemed to emit from the trunk, like it had been filled with glittering gold. When Poppy managed to focus in and see what it actually was, well, it was as good as gold to her.

“EEEE! Oh my GOSH!!” She grabbed Branch’s arm and leapt up and down with tears of joy while her boyfriend grumbled in dismay. “This is the best day of my life!”

“OOooo, really! Why’s that?” It had been Viva who’d spoken, neither one of them having heard her approaching with all the commotion Poppy was making. She noticed the trunk and grinned. “Is there a lifetime supply of candy in there? I know that would be the best day of my life!”

“Even better!” Poppy cried, stepping aside so her sister could see. Viva tucked her hands under her chin and gushed.

“Awwww…. That’s so sweet!”

Suddenly Poppy whirled on John Dory, grabbing him by the vest and shaking him hard. “John Dory! And just how long were you going to wait before you told me about this?!?!”

“You gotta ask to receive!” JD answered simply.

“Well, I guess,” Poppy grumbled, “Okay, but no more dillydallying, you have GOT to spill everything to me about these!”

But to her surprise, John Dory shook his head. “No can do, Miss Poppy…”

The Pop Queen’s jaw dropped. “WHAT?”

While also surprised to hear this answer come from his brother, Branch was actually relieved. “Oh, good.” The less embarrassment he had to endure in front of his girlfriend, the better!

But it seemed JD wasn’t done explaining. “...Not without the others to help,” he finished with a sly smile.

Now it was Branch’s turn to exclaim “What?”

And before he could stop him, John Dory had cupped his hands around his mouth and called out in the direction of the cantina. “YO, BRUCE! CLAY! FLOYD! GET YOUR BUTTS OVER HERE, PRONTO!”

A few seconds later, all three Trolls had hightailed their way over.

“What’s up John Dory?” Floyd asked.

“Why you sounding like there’s a big emergency or something?” Clay questioned with suspicion, knowing how JD had a tendency to overexaggerate matters.

“And why does Poppy look like she’s about to faint?” Bruce asked, pointing at the overwhelmed Pop Queen who was being held up by Viva and fanned.

John Dory presented the trunk to the three of them. “Does this answer your question?”

Three identical ear-to-ear smiles stretched across their faces.

“Awwww, that’s nice,” Clay cooed.

“Wow,” Floyd whispered, tears pooling in his eyes, “I really had thought these were all gone…”

“Well they’re not!” Bruce chuckled happily. “This is great!”

“You’re telling me,” Poppy mumbled, just about ready to collapse. “And speaking of telling me…” She gestured at the trunk meaningfully.

But Branch intervened, putting a hand up. “Now wait, wait a second, hold on. Must we do this?”

John Dory rubbed his chin. “Hmm. Alright, those who aren’t in favor, raise your hands,” he said, putting the decision up to vote.

As it turned out, Branch was the only one among the seven who followed through on that.

“‘Kay. Now, all in favor of sharing Branch’s totally brodacious and all-around awesome Bitty-B-baby photographs, put ‘em up!”

Six hands flew up into the air without hesitation.

Branch rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

“YAY!” Poppy cheered, clapping her hands with Viva and giving her boyfriend a great big hug in gratitude.

John Dory grinned as he reached into the trunk - full to the brim with Branch-centered memorabilia, cut-outs, magazine-clippings, and pictures - and pulled out the first item to share. Poppy squealed as he began to explain.

“Hehehe, this one” - he started, gesturing at a photograph of Baby Branch suspended on a glitter wire - “was when we were deciding how Branch was gonna make his first live appearance. We thought about having him lower down onto the stage from above, but, hehehe, he was kinda afraid of heights.”

“I was a baby, John Dory. Everything around me looked big! So… yeah,” Branch said in his defense, crossing his arms.

Bruce had a turn picking next, and gave a knowing “Ohhh,” when he saw what it was. “Debut outfit idea that, of course, didn’t work because of, well… the obvious.” When he showed the photo, it was Baby Branch with his head barely peeking out of the top of a puffy blue vest, BroZone’s signature white slacks on his bottom and trailing behind him like a gown’s train.

“I wasn’t the same size as you all back then,” Branch said with a tone in his voice that exhibited a “duh!”

“Aw, but at least you’ll fit in it now, right, sweetie?” Poppy cooed lovingly to him.

He had to smirk at his girlfriend’s neverending optimism. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Clay laughed when he pulled out the next photograph. “Ohhh, man… Grandma’s birthday,” he said fondly. “Each of us had a hand in getting together her special Fluffleberry cake. Bruce and I made the batter. John Dory and Floyd took care of the baking. And Branch, hehehe… he helped decorate. Although, I think he might’ve ended up decorating himself more than the cake.” He turned the photo around so the others could see the little blue Troll baby covered from head to toe in colorful icing and sprinkles.

“It was my first time!” Branch wailed. “And believe me, I had icing in places I didn’t even know I had.” He shuddered to remember. “It was unpleasant.”

“Well, it’s a good thing we took you to the bath right after,” Floyd said with a little grin. The grin became wider when he pulled out the next photo. “Oh my, and speaking of baths… can’t forget your first shower, can we?”

Branch’s cheeks turned red from embarrassment when the baby photo depicted him pictured from behind, the soap bubbles barely hiding his birthday suit.

“Whoaho!” JD cracked up., “Now there’s something you don’t see everyday!”

“I guess you could say it happens only once in a blue moon, am I right?” Clay joked, Bruce laughing alongside him.

“OH!” Poppy squeaked in surprise, blushing, while Viva gasped and put a hand over her mouth.

“This just goes to showcase a whole new meaning to ‘junk in the trunk!’” Branch humphed with whatever dignity he had left, referring to John Dory’s trunk of memorabilia. Although, his older brother didn’t interpret the statement that way.

“I’ll say!” he hollered, stooping down to slap Branch in the rear.

“OUCH! JD!”

The goggled Troll giggled in response to his shout.

Branch huffed and plopped down to the ground, both as a way to ensure that John Dory wouldn’t do that again and as a way to make himself comfortable. Because - as the elder Troll took his turn sifting through the trunk for another good photograph and story attached to it, and his brothers eagerly awaited their next turns, and his girlfriend sat there nearly panting in anticipation - Branch realized that he would be there for quite some time.

Yep. A nice loooong time.

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #branch trolls #poppy trolls #john dory #spruce trolls #clay trolls #floyd trolls #viva trolls #brozone #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes #brodacious fanfiction #thanks for the ask! #kittyball answers #100+

[generalkenobee]

hello! do you have anymore ted logan headcanons you'd be up for sharing? or possibly evil robot ted? im currently experiencing ted logan brainrot because I recently watched the first 2 films for the first time and I have the PHATTEST crush on ted lol it's embarrassing

AHHHH YESYESYES I DO THANK YOU YESYESYESYES I LITERALLY HAVE SOOOO MANY TED LOGAN IDEAS YOU DONT EVEN KNOW

Warnings: contains both SFW and NSFW

🎸cutie patootie! Ted

- oh my gosh he loves you

- he'll do anything you ask.. anything!

- once in history looked at Bill and said "dude I'm totally a president!" After learning about teddy Roosevelt

-smells you...like a lot

-gives the best hugs ever like actually

-youre the first to get your license in the relationship so you drive him to school every morning while he plays music

-lets you paint his nails and put makeup on him

-always holding hands

-definition of a gentle giant

-his hands are about twice the size of yours

-likes to be the little spoon

-Ted Theodore Logan can not cook.

-please play with his hair

-the first time you complained about your period his dead ass response was "what's that?" 💀

-his dad doesn't really like you but he doesn't really like anyone so it's ok

-him sneaking in your room in the middle of the night while everyone is asleep>>>

NSFW

-sub/ gentle dom

-you'll never forget the noise he said when he first slid in it was like "wait wait wait oh my- I augh.. please no.. it's too much please i-" and it was only half his length-

-sososososoo pussy whipped

-lazy sex

-gently jerky him while he sits on his bed and tells you about his day

-PERV!

-literally taking peaks down your blouse all the time

-lovesss to suck on your boobs while you run your fingers through his hair, holding him close to you

-wont tell anyone what you do together because it's such an intimate moment

-other than Bill...

-bursts into the room while holding your hand pulling you along " BILL BILL BILL GUESS WHAT WE JUST DID!!"

-doesn't realize how horny you get when you see him play

-hes also clueless so..this is how that plays out

"Ted you're so good at guitar.." you said biting your lip looking him up and down "your fingers just move so fast baby" your sweet boyfriend looked up at you from his instrument smiling "thanks babe!" After he said that he quickly looked back down working on his music. You say there looking him in the eye rubbing your thighs together while literally telling him how much you loved his fingers and he just looked away

-hes a massive pervert but he's clueless at the same time yk?

-does not know how to please you the first time so just be patient and tell him what you like

-first time he ate you out was like a dog trying to get peanut butter out of one of those toys..

-I feel like he would excel at fingering you..I mean have you seen the guys hands? And he plays guitar?

-sneaking in just to finger you>>

-lord please moan his name while he's rutting up into you..

IF YOU WANNA HEAR ABOUT MORE OF EVIL! TED LET ME KNOW I KINDA JUST DID CUTIE! TED FOR THISSS🩷

#x reader #bill and teds excellent adventure #bill and teds bogus journey #evil! ted logan #ted logan smut #bill and ted #ted logan #ted logan x y/n #ted logan x reader #ted theodore logan smut #ted theodore logan x reader #ted theodore logan #keanu reeves x you #keanu reeves x reader #keanu characters #keanuverse #keanu reeves smut #keanu reeves #keanu smut

[ducksturniolo]

drunk ☆ （ 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝟤 ）

you went to a party last night , waking up to find yourself in a strangers bed

⌗ chris sturniolo x reader

⌗ strangers to lovers

⌗ implied sex (last night), naked, cutie patooties

YOUR POV :

i woke up with a massive headache, fuck i must’ve got drunk again last night.

realising my surroundings, my eyes widened. this isn’t my room?

fuck.

thats when i noticed the random guy clung to me. we were both naked - well, at least i assumed he was, i couldn’t see his bottom half, it was covered by the blanket.

i don’t think i wanted to.

his head was resting on my boob, mouth around my nipple and his arms lazily wrapped around my waist.

gosh i could slap drunk me in the face right now.

i lightly tapped the guys head in attempt to wake him up.

..

nothing. i tried again, this time a little harder.

he sleepily lifted his head, eyes prying open as he is doing so.

once his eyes focused on my face, they widened in shock.

wait

this random guy was actually kinda cute. drunk me did good.

then, he spoke up.

“what the fuck” he stated, clearly trying to hold back his laughter.

i let out a chuckle as we both burst out into laughter.

he tried to speak again, struggling through his laughter.

“i- im so sorry- i must’ve got soo drunk last- last night. i seriously don’t remember- like- a single thing.”

our laughing finally died down, both of our faces showing a red tint.

“it’s okay” i smiled. “i must’ve got really drunk to, the last thing i remember from last night was walking through the house doors.”

he let out a light giggle. “uh- did you like want to get changed back into your- um dress” the boy stuttered.

he was nervous.

i could definitely tell, but i didn’t blame him, me being pretty nervous myself.

CHRIS POV :

my palms were sweaty, what the fuck.

“no not really.”

WHAT.

my eyes went as wide as they could possibly go, i probably looked like i had shell shock.

did she want to stay naked with me? did she wanna fuck again, this time sober so she would remem-

“that dress was pretty uncomfortable”

oh

“did you want to wear my clothes?” i asked her. she accepted my offer with a warm smile across her face.

“okay so i can turn the other way while you pick out something from my closet” i suggested, pointing to my closet so she actually knew where it was.

she nodded. “thank you so much.”

“of course.” i said, turning away from the direction of my closet.

when she was fully changed she called out to me. “i’m done” i turned around, now finally getting to see her properly, with my clothes on.

i looked her up and down, admiring her with my clothes on her body.

“alright stop checking me out, your turn”

my eyes widened for the third time just this morning. “oh uh sorry” i apologised before making my way to my closet.

TIME SKIP :

once we were both changed, we talked for a bit. she was so perfect, until i asked her what her home life was like, she kinda shut down that topic and moved on.

by now we had exchanged numbers, it was nice to know i could keep in contact with her.

“okay okay, if you said your 17, what school do you go to?” she asked me.

“somerville high. you?”

her jaw dropped. “no. way.”

“whatttt” i laughed.

“i go there to!!” she answered excitedly. “no wa-”

“OMGGGGG YOUR CHRIS FROM MATH CLASS”

this time my jaw dropped. “WERE IN THE SAME MATH CLASS??”

“YUPPP” she was so eager. i loved her energy so much.

but then, her phone rang.

she grabbed her phone. showing ‘mum’. “fuck” she mumbled, worry covering her voice.

answering the call “hey mum..” then i heard a lot of yelling over the phone, although i couldn’t tell what her mum was saying.

“okay … sorry … mhm … i will”

the phone call ended. this beautiful girls face was now plastered in so many emotions that i couldn’t figure out, but i knew it was bad.

“i gotta go” she mumbled, barely audible.

“oh okay that’s fine, maybe we can hang out at school?”

her face brightened up a little at my sentence “for sure, chris from math class”

i smiled. “bye”

“seeya.”

☆ kanana speaks ☆

u guys wanted a part 2 so here u gooo 🫶🏻 hope y’all like it

taglist: @spencerstits @nipseyhusslestan @mattsneezing @mattsaq

#kanana writes #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #kanana luvs u #sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader

[tuskicles]

Another one that's on my mind 👀 ummm what if me and a cutie patootie (a guy- also consent) slept together and while he's sleeping I slide under the blankets and bury my face in his ass. And I sneakily slide his underwear off and pull it down past his thighs. I try to get a good look at both thighs and ass, and then with how sweaty and gross his ass looks, I can just stuff my face in there and sniff him for hours. The gassy aroma isn't ever ending, with how me and his ass are completely covered under the blankets. Even if I'm past my orgasms, I just don't stop touching myself and sniffing his fat farting ass. Gosh. Him grumbling and moaning in his sleep to rip more rancid farts against my nose or into my mouth as I tongue him to high hell. I just don't know how to stop, huh?

#eprocto #farting #fart #eproctophilia

[itskindachilly-right]

After Hours (n.s.)

Summary: neteyam being a cutie patootie

Warnings: none

A/n: this is officially my third ff phase wooo (my first being in 2017) avatar has awaken the “writer” in me and I’m here to do my best!! This was supposed to be written as something else but I kept it short and fluffy Enjoy🤭🤭

" gosh yawne!"

You tried to push neteyam away from you but it was impossible when he was literally on top of you.

~~~~~~~~

It was just about to be eclipse when he walked into you guys’ tent seeing you already asleep on your shared mat. He was on a hunting trip with his father that he didn’t want to attend-his father had to damn there drag him out of your home. He already cleaned himself up before he arrived and all he wanted was to lay with you. Be warmed by you. And that’s what he did.

He lays all his things in the corner as quietly as he could though he was probably going to wake you up anyway. He walked over and crouched down next to you. He moved you onto your back -since you were previously laying on your side- removed the blanket and put all his body weight on top of your sleeping figure.

He shimmys around using his knees to move your legs apart to make room for him. You stir at the new weight on you. Your eyes open to see your soon-to-be mate casually getting comfortable on you.

Not realizing you’re fully awake -having ignored your stirring- he moves your arm from where it laid across you stomach so both of you would be skin to skin. He then tucks his arms under your body and lays his face in your neck.

You lay there just to see what he’ll do next because you find this amusing.

Neteyam lets out a content sigh signaling that he’s in his final position and is getting ready to let sleep consume him.

But that’s interrupted by the arm he moved a minute ago raising to his shoulder.

“Gosh yawne” you grumbled with sleep still evident in your voice. You lightly pushed neteyam to attempt at getting him off of you.

And it worked…kinda

He untucked his arms to prop himself up and looked at you with a pout.

“What?” He was basically whining. The way this man looked was something only you were gifted to see. He’s tiredly looking at you half-lidded. Slowly blinking at you. Eyes roaming your face or trying too. Admiring? Waiting I guess. He’s so in love and so tired. But he started whining again.

“This is nothing new.. what’s the problem now??” With a huff he plops his head back on your chest not planning to move any time soon.

You smile at how childish he’s being. He’s cute. “I’m just kidding teyam” you mumble. you run your nails lightly up and down his back. “Caught me a little bit off guard tonight”

He just hums enjoying your hands that are making it hard to focus on whatever you’re saying. He knows you wouldn’t have a problem. You never did. “Night neteyam”

He nods his head - at least that’s what you think he did. Who knows. He’s barely awake. You wait till you hear his breathing get slightly louder which tells you that he fell asleep.

You are this mans safe space. No one has ever made him feel so protected. He’s so tender. So soft and sweet with you.

#neteyam x reader #avatar #neteyam #avatar2009 #I need a neteyam #atwow x reader

[thunderousavery]

Ocean-Blue Eyes Pt. 1 (Ghost x M!Reader)

A/N: Was bored thinking about dicks and masked men, so I thought of making a little story about one of my cutie patooties. This will have an eventual smut, I swear it's evident in the writing. I'm so bad at this though, so bear with it a little.

Summary: You're the Ghost and Soap duo's favorite bartender. You're harboring a secret crush for Ghost, and well, Soap annoys you about it. Main Pairing: Ghost x M!Reader Warnings: Cursing. More cursing. Vulgarity. And Soap being an annoying mohawk rat for the reader's taste.

Midnight of April. Saturday. A gentle warm breeze of the summer wafts in the air.

I work as a bartender at a little club in town somewhere in South America. I don’t know, but I like my job. It’s what kept me in a stable life nowadays, and I haven’t run into any financial problems with it. I please customers, and they give me tips; very opportunistic work if I could say so myself.

“The usual?” I asked my long-time customer and friend as he greets me with that charming smile of his before sitting down at the bar counter. I know his drink was more of a hard Scotch mix that I never make for others, so it’s pretty much very easy to remember.

He nods, setting his cap down, and ran a hand through his mohawk hair. “Aye. Ya know me so well, lad.”

I chuckled softly while preparing his drink, grabbing a few bottles of beverages from the liquor cabinet as I spoke, “It’s because you’re the only one who drinks shit like this, man.”

“Hey! It’s a specialty from Scotland. It ain’t shit,” he retorted, shooting me a playful glare.

“It’s shit. I tried it once, and it tasted like dog piss and water from the the fucking Amazon”

“Hey, now that’s just rude!” He pouts.

It’s always like this whenever Soap comes to the bar after a long day from military work; banters and laughter with him and a couple of shots of his shitty drink. We’ve been friends since he came here two months ago, and I have to admit that he’s grown on me for some time. He tells good stories, encourages other customers to buy drinks (especially his weird concoction that he keeps forcing me to make), and he also looks after me when I feel down.

He’s one good friend, I’d give him that. But I never get any other ideas than that.

Soap’s cute, but not cute enough for me to spread my legs for. That’s a gay shit that I won’t cross the line. Personality and appearance are both a big fucking check for an annoying Scotsman like him, but I don’t like him more than as a friend.

... Well, except for his ‘other’ friend.

“So, where’s Mr. Blue Eyes?” I asked with a soft smirk as I try to hide the eagerness in my voice while wiping the countertop.

“Ghost? He’ll be here soon,” he replies before taking a swig from his drink. He raised an eyebrow and broke into a mischievous grin. “Why ya lookin’ for him? Gonna fuck him with yer eyes again?”

I felt my cheeks erupt in red at his vulgarity before looking away and groaning in annoyance. “I-I’m not...” I trailed off, can’t seem to think of a good retort to that. Damn him.

“Oh, admit it, lad. Yer stares are enough to undress him well, and he hates getting cold. He gets all grumpy when that happens.” Soap chuckled.

“I-I wasn’t staring!” I tried defending myself, but I know it was no use.

“And ya know what they say? Denial is a river in Egypt, baby.” He grinned as he made the innuendo gesture on his hands, his finger pushing in and out on a little hole he made with his other hand. “He likes angry fuck, by the way.”

This is why he’s better off as my friend. We don’t take each other seriously, and he’s a fucking bully to me when it comes to my crush on his friend, Ghost.

Yeah, I like his friend. And yeah, Ghost is the type of guy that I’d spread my legs for if he allows me to. With just a single look from his piercing blue eyes, I’d call him ‘Daddy’ and beg for him in obedience. Gosh, I don’t even remember the last time I got laid.

But I’m not admitting that out loud. I learned my mistake by telling Soap, and he won’t stop being a bitch to me about it.

“Fuck you. I’m putting rat poison in your drink next time and I’d play that Ratatouille theme when you die.” I shoot Soap a glare while threatening to throw the dirty towel on his face as he held his hands up.

“Hey, quit it, (Y/N). No one’s poisoning anyone’s drink tonight.” A familiar gruff voice with a strong British accent vibrated in the air.

...

...

... Holy fucking twat, it’s Ghost! And he’s walking up here wearing something that I've never seen him wear before!

His typical skull-faced balaclava was on, but he was wearing a dark green sleeveless shirt and a pair of cargo shorts. With the way he moved and dressed like a fucking macho man, I could see every muscle on his tattooed arms flex. He has some light scarlet burn scars on the skin of his right shoulder, but it didn’t lower the fondness I felt for him at all.

He looks so scrumptious right now, and the way his ocean-blue eyes looked at me sternly makes me want to take a dive and drown in them.

“... You’re doing it again.” Soap decided to pop my thought bubbles and laughed.

“What’s he doing again?” Ghost asked him, clearly in confusion as he sits down and looked at me once more with curiosity.

“I-I’m not doing anything, Soap. Damn it...” I cursed under my breath as I busied myself again to wipe the countertop that I and Soap knows was already clean. I couldn’t look at Ghost; I’d fucking die and let the ground swallow me whole.

Soap continued to laugh it off before sipping on his drink one last time before he handed his mug to me, gesturing for one more. I could only glare at him silently before sighing and taking his mug to prepare his shitty drink again.

This night’s going to be a disaster...

Ghost eyed me for a bit before he pulled out his wallet and put some cash on the counter. “Scotch on ice, mate.”

“That same plain shit again? I swear, ya have sum boring taste buds, LT.” Soap chuckles as he took a sip.

“Shut it, Johnny. I’m just making it easy for the lad, unlike you who always wants some fucking weird shits in your drink.” Ghost snorted, and gosh how I’m proud to hear him put his friend in his place. He’s so aggressively British, I’d let him talk me down and destroy me—

“Eh, but why’d ya put for more than one glass? Tipping him the extra?”

... Huh?

I looked at the counter, and I had to blink a few times before I could register the fact in my head that there are a couple of dollars sitting right there. Even at this distance, I can already count that it can afford more than one shot of Scotch on ice. Not only another one but probably a couple more.

“I-I...” I gulped softly as I looked into Ghost’s piercing blue eyes that could stare right at my soul. “You... You’re tipping too much—”

“It ain’t. Have a drink of your own and join us.” If he ain’t smirking behind that intimidating mask of his, I’m having doubts now because of how his chuckle gruffly vibrated from his chest. “Or, it can be a tip if you wanna be boring, mate. You don’t seem to look too busy, though.”

It’s more than enough for one drink!

... However, there’s a bar policy; never drink with the customers. No matter how convincing they are or they offered to pay, never ever drink with them. Never entertain them too much because work always comes first. Failing to uphold this, you’ll find your last cut of salary and letter of expulsion in the boss’s office the next morning.

...

... I’m just kidding. There’s no bullshit like that here. This is the best workplace that I’ve ever been in.

“Yeah, and there ain’t even a single customer here other than us, lad.” Soap agreed, nodding with a soft hum.

“That’s because it’s only an hour before closing time.” I shook my head and chuckled. “But sure, I can join you guys.” I grabbed a glass for myself along with a couple of beverages and some lime. I made my favorite cocktail mix; Moscow Mule.

Who would’ve thought I’d get to have an excuse to drink with my British military soldier crush? Aren’t I so lucky?

“That’s the spirit.” Ghost lifts his mask a little, just enough to reveal his stubbled square chin and plump lips as he takes a sip from his Scotch. And, oh my god, I swear there was a damn smirk on his lips just before they touched the fucking edge of the glass.

Does he even eat ass with that mouth of his? I wonder.

“If stares could kill, someone could become a bloody murderer now.”

The impeccability of this fucking mohawk rat to just outright say such words is so darn bad, I just want to shove a whole empty bottle of Scotch up to his fucking ass. I glared at him silently while I finished making my drink, thinking carefully if I should throw a lime at his face and hope it would catch on his fucking eye.

“... So,” I spoke, trying to make a small conversation rather than having another banter with Soap. “When are you guys going on your next mission?”

“Classified detail.” Soap snickered when I gave him another deathly glare. But then he eventually answered, “In two days, I guess.”

“I see...” So, I only got two days left to get laid by some British hunk? “And you’ll come back in?”

“Depends on it, lad.” Ghost answered this time, and he didn’t bother to slide his mask back on to cover the lower half of his face. Thank goodness for that. “If we’re lucky and Soap doesn’t fuck up a single time, then we’re back in two days after as well.”

“Hey, I don’t fuck up on missions!” Soap pouts like a fucking rat, I swear it’s damn annoying.

But I like these two’s dynamics. A lieutenant and a sergeant. They look so close like two brothers with different blood and origin, and I remember Soap telling me some stories about how he hates Ghost but likes him at the same time. They respect each other at work, but Soap says he will always find time to annoy his lieutenant at some point. Typical brothers, I guess.

“—And they said Gaz would be... (Y/N)?” Ghost’s voice snapped me back to reality when his words trailed off and mentioned my name. He looked at me with a soft frown on his lips along with a concerned look in his eyes. “You okay, mate? You’re staring off.”

“O-Oh... Uh, y-yeah... I’m fine.” I smiled sheepishly before taking a sip from my drink. I didn’t bother to look at Soap because I know he had a damn smirk on his face right now.

“... If you say so.” He sighed before setting his glass down and put his shoulders on the counter, leaning forward a bit. “Enough about our work. I wanna know something more about you.”

If I still had my drink in my throat, I would’ve spat it out, probably aiming at Soap’s face. “W-What? U-Uh... What do you want to know about me?” I gave Soap a quick glare to make sure he doesn’t speak any dirty side comments.

“Hmm...” He rubbed his chin for a moment before he spoke. “... Are you hitting on Johnny here?”

...

“... Wait, what?” My eyes widened as the size of saucer plates. Did I... hear that correctly? I’m pretty sure he asked if I was hitting on—

“Hold up, why’d ya even think the lad’s hitting on me?” Soap laughed obnoxiously, almost tipping over from his seat as he found it also surprising that Ghost would jump to that conclusion. “I’m pretty sure that’s not the case, LT.”

“Then, why does he keep looking at you like you’re some piece of meat?” Ghost grinned.

I swear this is not the right time to show your pearly white teeth, Ghost! Oh my god, what has the world fallen into? I know Soap and I know that I’m already being obvious with my little gestures and looks to Ghost for quite a while now, but why the hell would he think I’m hitting on Soap all this time?!

Hasn’t he seen my heart eyes whenever I look at him? Hasn’t he seen the way I’d smile charmingly for him just to notice me? Like, what the actual fuck?! He was thinking I’m hitting on this fucking mohawk rat?!

I blushed softly nonetheless mostly because I’m finally running out of patience and sanity. “I-I... No, I’d never—”

“He’s hitting on you, LT.”

That was the last straw.

“Alright, where’s the fucking knife?!”

A/N: Will post part 2 as soon I finish it. Love lots :))

#ghost x male reader #ghost x reader #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soap cod #soap call of duty #soap being an annoying mohawk rat #no beta we die like men #unbeta'd because I'm lazy #cod fanfic #ghost x y/n #ghost

[satorsra]

Bro is a Cutie Patootie

wc: 665

notes: this was inspired by the jjk x sanrio collab, literally the cutest i cant. Gojo and Cinnamoroll makes sm sense to me sobsob im gonna explode.

🩵.ೃ࿐

Satoru is cute. We all know it. He knows it. You often call him your “cutie patootie” or “pretty princess” for fun, looking forward to the grimace his face contorts into as he pretends he isn’t eating it up.

Right now, you two are out shopping, hands interlocked and swinging forwards and back when you come across a store with a wide array of Sanrio goods. “Gahh! Oh my gosh! Look ‘Toru!!” You let go of his hand to point and do little excited tiptoe hops.

He finds your excitement for the little characters so endearing. Satoru smiles at your innocently excited form and grabs your hand again before walking into the store. He thinks you’re cuter than any of those toys.

Like a wind up toy, you’re darting all over the place, picking up almost everything and gushing at how cute it is. Satoru just follows with a smile and listens to you nerd out about Sanrio lore while he eats his crepe.

“And that’s why I like this one the best.” You say, holding up a plushie of your favourite character and hugging it. “Just so adorable ugh.”

“Which one do you like most?” You ask, turning to him smiling the cutest smile he’s ever seen.

“Uhh,” He takes the last bite of his crepe and places a finger on his chin as he ponders the question and taps the finger on his chin. You know dang well he’s not thinking that hard about the question. “They’re all pretty cute,” He finally swallows the bite of that crepe. “I guess that bunny would have to be my favourite.”

Bunny… hmm. You reach over for a plushie and show it to him. “You mean My Melody?” His face tilts to the side a little in confusion.

“Nah not that one.” He looks around for a second before reaching over for a different plushie. “This one.”

He’s puzzled at the sight of your face shifting into a smile before you start laughing. “What? It’s cute?” The character in question was none other than Cinnamoroll.

“Cinnamoroll is a puppy! I thought I told you this Satoru come on, were you not listening to me earlier?” Laughter subsiding, you take the plush from his hands and smile at it.

“Oh come on! That literally looks like a bunny!” He exclaims as he grabs its floppy ears. “Even the tail!” Pink ever so slightly dusting over his cheeks at being wrong. He wasn’t gonna admit that he was listening to you earlier, he just got distracted by your cuteness and ended up tuning you out a bit.

“Well, he’s not a bunny.”

“He?? That’s a girl, you’re just messing with me now. ‘Ts too cute to be a boy.”

You chuckle at his disbelief. “I could say the same thing about you.” You counter with a wink.

He dramatically scoffs as he takes the plush and puts it back on the shelf. “I’m going to assume you meant that as a compliment.”

You snicker as you take the toy back from the shelf. “‘Course it was! My pretty princess~” you giggle as you look for the little scrunch of his nose.

And he does just that, scrunches his nose and face contorts into a silly grimace. “You’re so corny.” You shrug off the insult and stick your tongue out, both of you know who’s cheesier at home, so you let it slide.

“You know, you liking Cinnamoroll the best is actually quite fitting.” He raises an eyebrow as you start.

“Blue eyes, white hair, pink cheeks. You two are identical.” He laughs as he takes the plush and holds it next to his face.

“Well unlike him, I am also quite handsome aside from being cute. And hot.” He says smugly as he wiggles his eyebrows at you. You roll your eyes with a smile.

“He also loves eating, just like you.” You add.

“Does he like sweets?”

“He loves sweets.”

Satoru gasps. “He’s coming home with me.”

✎ i too was in denial when i first found out cinnamoroll was a dog.

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk drabbles #satoru #jujutsu gojo #gojou satoru x you #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #jjk fluff #jjk imagines #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk satoru #gojo

[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 08 - Yuja]

Warnings: Smut, they are going down sweet memory lane together :(, switch!Yoongi, switch!Reader, mutual masturbation, handjobs, fingering, so much kissing, body worshipping, she’s a lil shy and he is so reassuring, slight overstimulation at the end, many cuddles :(, Yoongi once again being the only one

Wordcount: 12k

a/n: i will break into pieces 😔 i wanna keep living in this world forever :( gosh, this yoongi did it to me so well. he is such a cutie patootie :( thank you to everyone who went on this journey with me, i love you 💜

“What are you doing here?”

You turn.

Yoongi is in a fluffy onesie and with his hair ruffled from sleep. His eyes are puffy, barely staying open.

“I’m just a dream you’re asleep”, you say, feeling your heart begin to race.

“I know I’m not”, he says, holding back a laugh.

“Crap”, you murmur. Okay here we go. You came here to talk, so let’s talk. You take a deep breath before finally making the first move, “I came here to talk.”

Yoongi studies your face, gnawing on his lower lip.

“What I did early today was such a mess and now I’m panicking because I don’t want you to think I was telling you off or something. I’m just a mess and nervous and panicking and a mess. In conclusion I’m a mess.”

Yoongi scoffs in amusement.

“Do you want to come inside? It’s so cold”, he offers.

“Oh yeah, thank god you offered. I was freezing my butt off outside.”

“Yeah sorry, I was kinda asleep when you rang my doorbell, so it took me a while to get up.”

“I figured. Crap, sorry Yoongi. I should have waited until tomorrow or something.”

“No, it’s fine. It wasn’t a good sleep either way.”

You follow him through his cottage to his living room. It was warmer than the rest of the house. There was a pillow and blanket on the couch and in the fireplace coal was still glowing. Yoongi begins cleaning off the sofa from his sleep stuff, carrying it to a chair instead.

“Sorry, I’m sleeping by the fireplace for now because the heaters upstairs broke last night and my bedroom is literal Antarctica”, he explains, turning around. He has his arms wrapped around his own torso, shivering even in the warm room. Not even those fluffy socks he is wearing seem to keep him warm.

“You’re still cold aren’t you?”

He nods his head, “my body needs too long to feel warm after waking up”, he explains with his teeth clattering, “do you mind if I wrap myself up in my blanket?”

“No sure, go ahead. I’ll just sit down here”, you say and blop down on his comfortable sofa. It is still warm from his body, the sensation is seeping through your pyjama pants.

Yoongi claims the spot next to you, making sure to keep at least one pillow of distance between you and him. He has his legs pulled up to his chest and the blanket all the way to his ears.

“So uhm, you wanted to talk to me?” he begins, staring at you with nervous eyes.

“Yes uhm”, you nod your head, “why did we break up?”

He blinks quickly before letting out a breathy laugh.

“You said no easy entrance into this conversation for me.”

“Yeah I know…but I don’t know, it’s the thing which is driving me crazy the most.”

Yoongi stays silent for a while, gnawing on his lower lip with knitted brows. He gives in with a sigh.

“I wasn’t a good husband to you.”

“Huh?”

“I spent too much time in the studio, ignored your texts asking me if I would come home for dinner just so I can finish this one song and then when we did spend time together all I could think about was my work and how I needed to finish this or that.”

“You serious?”

“Of course I am. You think I’m going to lie to you and make myself look bad on purpose?”

“Yeah okay, that does sound like a dumb move. Sorry uhm”, you turn to him, “so we broke up because you were a workaholic basically?”

“Yeah well basically”, he lowers his eyes, “except that I was literally addicted to work. It became so bad that I couldn’t even get hard in the bedroom, which made you feel really ugly and as if I didn’t want you anymore, which wasn’t true at all. In reality, my mind was running on nothing but work, it took up all of me. I didn’t care about anything other than my clients and my music and one day you just had enough.”

Your eyes meet.

“You left me, packed all your things and left. And the worst part? All I thought of at that moment was that I can’t wait to work this heartbreak into a song.”

“Okay damn, I didn’t expect that.”

He laughs painfully.

“That was four years ago. I looked for help after I literally passed out and woke up in a hospital bed after my burnout. I got therapy for my addiction and slowly gained back control over my own life.”

He stops talking to look at you with glassy eyes.

“I’m so sorry ___. That’s all I wanted to tell you for the past four years. I��m so fucking sorry for being such a shitty husband to you. I was so awful and selfish and I will always regret it. I-“, he forces down a sob, clearing his throat and squeezing his eyes shut, “I never got the chance to tell you because before I could get to you and talk to you, you were in the car accident.”

You feel a cold shiver runs down your spine just at the mention it.

“Did you try to visit me in the hospital?” you ask, waiting for his answer with bated breath.

“Of course I did. I spent every single visiting hour with you. I talked to you a lot, watched your favourite cartoons with you and made sure you were always looking your best because that was always important to you.”

You laugh with tears in your voice.

“It was you? You were the one who put on my cartoons?”

He nods his head, looking at his knees.

“Yoongi, I-“, you stop talking to inhale shakily. You scoot closer, “Yoongi, I don’t know what to say. You made the loneliness easier. Holy cow, do you even know how important you were?”

Yoongi shakes his head and lowers his eyes even more.

“I was looking for you everywhere. You were the only thing keeping me from giving up because you gave me comfort. Yoongi I”, you force down a sob, “thank you so much.”

He looks into your eyes and smiles painfully.

"Seriously thank you so much, I owe you my life", you say in a shaky voice. 

He sniffles, rubbing at his button nose and squeezing his eyes shut. 

“You know", he begins with his voice slightly pitched in emotion, "I was really hoping that you would wake up soon and that I could talk to you and make everything right but then-“, his voice becomes quieter as he speaks the next words, “-the doctors called me, told me that you woke up, but that you can’t remember a thing.”

You sit back on your heels, feeling your heart fall in heaviness. He wipes at his eyes.

“I visited you one last time, thinking that seven years together must be enough memories to trigger something. It wasn’t enough, you looked at me as if I was a stranger and the worst part was the fact that I truly was a stranger to you. I was gone, erased, like I never existed. So I stayed a stranger for your sake. I didn’t want to rip open old wounds by telling you how shitty I was to you.”

You feel your stomach sink.

“And you never tried again? To see me, I mean.”

“Once after that. A few months into your rehab I visited the hospital. Not because of you, no I was there to get my shoulder checked out because I was having pain in it for a decade at that point.”

“Oh no.”

“Yeah, a truck hit me when I was a teenager. When we were married you always rubbed pain medicine on it on my bad days”, he says and gives you a smile.

You retort it.

“But the point is, I visited the hospital to get my shoulder checked out for my surgery and then I saw you sitting on a bench and I gave in to my own selfishness and walked up to you. Maybe something has changed now that you are better again. So I thought.”

“But it didn’t.”

“No it didn’t”, he lowers his eyes, “you looked at me in confusion and asked me if you know me. I told you that you didn’t and that I had mistaken you for someone else. I went home crying that day because I had all the proof I needed to know that I was actually gone from your mind.”

He sniffles, burying his nose in his blanket to wipe away his tears sneakily.

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to cry. I didn’t, didn’t tell anyone a-about this ever. It’s so much.”

“No it’s fine”, you assure him with a painful lump in your throat, “I’m sorry that I didn’t recognize you. That must have been the most painful thing you ever had to feel.”

“Yeah, it was”, he whispers squeakily, forcing his eyes shut to gain back his control.

You reach out and wipe his tears away. Yoongi is frozen, forgetting to cry for your touch had left him too shocked. 

"I'm really sorry Yoongi", you whisper and Yoongi watches a single tear roll down your cheek. 

"It's not your fault", he breathes, reaching for your wrist to touch it softly, "please don’t blame yourself." 

"I just feel so awful. All those years I thought that nobody cared enough for me to visit, while in reality I always had you by my side and, and I couldn’t even thank you for it."

"I'm sorry, I told the doctors and nurses not to tell you of my visits. I just…didn’t want you to be scared of a stranger sitting by your bed claiming to be your ex husband. I didn’t want to creep you out. They agreed, said that it was in your best interest not to overwhelm you with too much information." 

"I understand, I just…I'm so sad that I couldn’t thank you sooner", you say and intertwine your fingers with him, "thank you, Yoongi. Thank you for being there for me."

Yoongi squeezes your hand, caressing your knuckles with this thumb. It is slightly calloused from renovations, but the touch is gentle nonetheless. 

"I'm just happy that I could help. That’s all I wanted. To be there for you."

One gaze at his lips, one second of the unbearable desire to kiss him and you already put distance between you and him again in nervousness.

“So uhm, what changed your mind? Why did you decide to become my neighbour?” you ask.

“I didn’t”, he says, “I really didn’t. I decided to move to the countryside because life in the city suffocated me. You know, I had too many failed relationships after you, work felt like it was trying to gain back control again and honestly, my apartment sucked too. So I looked for a new place, something with as few stress factors as possible.”

“And the Old House was the best purchase for that?” you ask with slight confusion in your voice.

“Yes. Building something with my hands is the best kind of therapy I can give myself.”

You smile. That sounds so much like Yoongi. Always busy with fixing something. Of course he would find relaxation in it.

“So why my village? Did you know I was living here?”

He shakes his head, “I had no idea. I was so surprised when I saw you on my doorstep that night you caused the short.”

“Urgh don’t remind me.”

He chuckles shyly.

“Sorry, do continue. So you didn’t know I was living here, but you decided to seek my contact?”

“I must admit that yes I did. When I realised that you still didn’t recognize me, I felt sad at first, but then I got the brilliant idea that maybe this could be my chance at a second try. You didn’t know me, you didn’t know how shitty of a husband I was in the past. I could try again, show you the real Min Yoongi without work clouding his mind.”

“Mhm I understand your point. It must have felt like the universe was giving you a chance to make everything right again.”

“It did, it really did. And I’m sorry for the way I handled it. I thought it would be better if I gained your trust first before I tell you that I was your husband in your past life. You must believe me, I never would have let it come to the point of us becoming physical with each other. I don’t know if this makes it any better, but really I never wanted to take advantage of you. I just- fuck.”

He scoots closer to you.

“I’ve fallen in love with you again. The new life you, the real you. Not the bank manager, city girl you of our past, which by the way, still a great catch.”

You laugh.

“But I fell in love with the tea shop owner you of the now. You are just so lovely and sweet and made me feel so welcome when I was a shy mess with everyone and you see so much wonder in the small things and I just- “, he exhales shakily, ”-fell in love with you. And the stronger my feelings for you became, the more I doubted my own promise of telling you about our past. I thought that I didn’t really have to tell you about our past because we were so happy and you didn’t know my past me, you didn’t know about us, you were just a sweet tea shop owner falling in love with a weird city guy.”

“So when I tried to kiss you that night.”

“I knew that it was then or never. I knew that it would be really freaking weird if I pulled back again, especially after the nice evening we had and me basically telling you that I feel the same for you. I knew I couldn’t excuse all that pulling away with my nervousness anymore. Shit ___, I wanted to kiss you so bad that night, but the voice in my head told me to stop being selfish and instead be honest with you. So I was and told you everything and I’m sorry for not being honest with you from the beginning. I really am.”

He finishes by exhaling loudly, sinking in on himself as if finally speaking all those words out loud lifted a million pounds from his shoulders.

“Well damn, that was a hell lot of stuff to take in”, you say and exhale loudly.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know just…give me a quick moment to digest all of this.”

“Yes of course, sure. Take your time.”

He waits for you in silence, fumbling with his own thumbs under the blanket and sneaking glances at you every so often. He is literally dizzy in nervousness. He is so scared of how you might react, already picturing the worst scenarios in his worried, little head.

“So we were married for seven years?” you begin.

“No five, we dated for two before that.”

“And I broke up with you because work was more important to you than our relationship?”

“Yes and I’m sorry that it was.”

“And you visited me when I was in a coma and tried to make me remember you?”

“Yes, I’m sorry if that was creepy.”

“And then you decided to give up the city life and move to the countryside instead, but you didn’t know that you would meet me there?”

“Yes.”

“That’s some fate shit isn’t it?”

“…yes?” he murmurs shyly and with his eyes focused on his floor. It’s cute, it makes you smile.

“And then you decided to build a healthier relationship with me and to do us over?”

“Basically, yes. I know I should have been honest from the beginning and I’m sorry.”

“No honestly? I did some thinking and maybe I’ll sound like a completely crazy person, but I’m kind of glad that you didn’t tell me.”

“Really?” he sounds surprised.

“Yes, again I’m basically crazy at this point, but I think I would have straight up called the police on you if you rang my doorbell and pressed the wedding invitation into my face to tell me that we were married. I definitely would not have wanted to hang out with you, that much is sure.”

“So…me being a coward actually…helped?”

You laugh.

“I think so?” you say, tilting your head to the side.

“Okay…uhm…damn?”

You look at each other. You are the first one to laugh to get rid of the nervous tension. Yoongi joins in a second later to get rid of the pressure on his chest.

Your laughter only lasts a second and then you grow silent, gazing at each other with nervousness in your eyes.

“So what is going to happen to us now? I completely understand if you don’t want to see me anymore”, Yoongi says.

“I don’t know, urgh”, you groan, throwing your head back, “I’m literally so weird because I kind of want to keep seeing you”, you say and groan, “does this make me a total idiot?”

Yoongi smiles and shakes his head.

“Okay good”, you pause to scratch the back of your neck, “do you – uhm – do you have more pictures of us? And can you tell me something about my past? I honestly wanted someone to tell me about my life before the accident for years.”

“Of course I’ll tell you, holy shit ___. I have a photo album, I-I’ll just get it real quick.”

You have never seen a man run faster as Yoongi does at this moment. You couldn’t even really take a deep breath to calm yourself down and he was already on the couch with you again, bundled up in his blanket and with the photo album on his lap.

“Here”, he hands it to you.

“Thanks”, you accept it, opening it on the first page.

Your wedding picture. You in a white dress and Yoongi in a black suit. His hair matches with the suit colour and his cheeks aren’t as round as they are these days. Your cheeks seem rounder, perhaps it was also the way you had your hair back then. You and him were posing for the picture, looking so incredibly happy. 

“That’s us, damn.”

“Mhm-hm yes.”

Yoongi lets you look at the picture in silence, studying your features with bated breath. You seem so interested. Especially in the one picture of you and him kissing after saying your vows.

“Damn that’s so weird. We had a whole wedding and I can’t remember it.”

“It was a really nice day.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. The sun was shining, but it wasn’t too hot. It was a spring wedding because you always loved spring.”

“At least that didn’t change. Spring is the best season. Especially with all the trees blossoming.”

Yoongi smiles, eyes softening.

“You told me that on our second date.”

“I did?” you gasp and look at the next picture, one of you and Yoongi dancing your first dance together, “I did…” you whisper, dragging your thumb over your smiling face in the photograph, “I was really happy, wasn’t I?”

“Yes, you were so beautiful.”

You chuckle, “that’s not what I asked.”

“Yes, you were happy too.”

You sneak a glance at him, feeling yourself burn up under his fond gaze. You flip the page, letting your eyes run over the many pictures of your wedding celebration.

“Anyone you recognize?” he asks.

“No, not really.”

“Do you want to know?”

“Are they the same people who never visited me in the hospital?”

“Most of them.”

You look at their unknown faces.

“Then no, I don’t want to know”, you say and flip the page.

A new location. You and Yoongi in the grubbiest of your clothes and with moving boxes surrounding you. One picture shows Yoongi trying to build a rocking chair. Another picture shows you bend over the bathtub as you look into the camera with your shirt soaked in water.

“That’s from our moving day. When we finally moved in together. The faucet in the bathtub broke and you tried to fix it.”

“And you took a picture instead of helping me?”

“Yeah”, Yoongi says and laughs boyishly.

“Wow, so mean”, you murmur, giggling afterwards.

You flip the page. More pictures of your moving day. Yoongi fixing the fridge. You installing a wall lamp. The both of you posing for the self timer with tools in your hands as you both pull a silly face.

You flip the page with a smile.

“Aww that’s cute.”

One single picture next to some text. The picture is of you and Yoongi kissing on the sofa, you are sitting on Yoongi’s lap and he has his arms around you. The text lets you know how your moving day went and that Yoongi was a complete meanie as he didn’t help with the faucet but then he fixed the fridge and he was your favourite person again.

“Did I write that?”

“You did. You loved writing a few words between pictures. I did the doodles.”

“They’re so cute. I like the little hammer you drew.”

“Thank you”, he says with his heart melting in his chest.

You flip the page again. You and Yoongi doing all sorts of domestic stuff with each other. Cooking, cleaning, doing the laundry, painting.

“Oh? We painted together?”

“In the beginning we did, yeah”, he says and sighs, “I’m sorry I didn’t find time for it anymore later.”

“Hey, no worries. I can’t remember it anyways”, you joke, sending him a reassuring smile before flipping the pages.

More pictures of you and Yoongi doing domestic stuff together. Going grocery shopping together, painting some more, doing face masks together.

“You look like the tinman of Oz”, you laugh.

“You literally said the same thing when we did those masks.”

“I did?” you gasp, “gosh, I’m repeating myself so it seems.”

Yoongi hums and smiles, resting his head on the backrest of the couch as he hugs a bundle of his blanket to his chest. He thinks you are so cute right now.

You flip the pages again.

“Aaaaaw oh my god, look at how small Holly was”, you exclaim in a high-pitched voice.

Yoongi’s head snaps up. You have reached his favourite page.

“Right?” Yoongi scoots closer to you, “we got him as a puppy. Look”, he points at a picture, “that was on the day we got him. He was so small that he could fit into my palm. Isn’t he so cute?”

“Yeah he’s so adorable. Gosh, look how small he looks in your hand, aaawww.”

You flip the pages. More pictures of you and him with Holly. One picture of him sleeping on Yoongi’s stomach and the words “asleep on dad’s stomach” scribbled next to it. One picture of him sleeping on your chest with the words “asleep on mom’s chest” scribbled next to it. Then one of Yoongi cooing at him as they both are sitting on grass. And another of you lifting him up in the air and smiling at him.

“No wonder he greeted me the way he did. He must have missed me so much", you say.

Yoongi looks at your side profile.

“He did. In the first few months of not having you with us anymore he could only fall asleep on one of your shirts.”

You pout.

“Nooo that’s so sad. Poor Holly.”

“But he has you back now and he seems happier.”

“He does?”

You turn, just your head, and come face to face with his soft gaze. He can’t stop his eyes from flitting to your lips. You didn’t miss it, feeling lighter in your chest at the sight.

“Yeah he’s happier”, Yoongi whispers and looks away as if he had realised what he was doing.

“I’m glad he is”, you breathe, averting your gaze back to the book.

You flip the pages to even more Holly pictures. It makes you giggle.

“I have another photo album and it is filled with even more Holly pictures. You can skip the next ten pages if you want.”

“Hell no, I want to look at all of them.”

And so you look at every single picture on the next ten pages, asking Yoongi every now and then for a few behind the scenes facts. He happily tells you every story and trivia he can remember. For example, that you and Holly always had this silly race in the park, which ended up with both of you too exhausted to walk back home, which ended in Yoongi having to carry Holly and supporting you with a strong arm around your waist. Or that Yoongi was way too overprotective in the beginning and that you had to basically drag him away from Holly because he always wanted to stay by his side. Also that he regularly claimed the entire bed while you and Yoongi had to sleep in one tiny corner. 

Then the pages change. Holly was still in some pictures, but not all of them.

“We went camping?”

“We did. You loved it. I would have preferred an actual bed, but you insisted that we sleep in a tent and watch the stars.”

“Ah god that sounds like me”, you cringe and chuckle as you point at a picture of Yoongi with his hair in a complete mess. He had auburn hair back then, it suits him.

“That was when you woke me up with coffee and then surprised me by taking a picture. I hate that photo.”

“No, it's cute. I especially love the drool on your cheek.”

“Hey”, he whines and nudges your arm.

You turn your head and laugh. Yoongi seems flabbergasted, keeping his hand rested on your elbow as he once again gazes at your lips. His fingers are moving just the slightest bit, as if he wanted to caress you secretly. You laugh softly and smile, nudging him with your arm.

“Uhm”, Yoongi clears his throat, “sorry”, he says and pulls his hand away.

“It’s alright”, you assure him and flip the pages. More camping pictures. Oh you look so happy.

You sigh and knit your brows.

“We were really happy, weren’t we?”

“At that time we still were, yes.”

“Did we go on many camping trips?”

“Yes, even in our last year together. But I spent most of it on my phone.”

“I see”, you whisper, running your thumb over your smiling faces on the photographs, “I’m sad that I can’t remember those days. They seem like great memories to have.”

“They are”, Yoongi says softly and points at a picture of you next to a bonfire, “I cut that wood and you told me that you find it very hot when I use an axe.”

You laugh, “that sounds like something I would say. Axes are kind of hot.”

“And here? That was seconds before I burned my tongue on a marshmallow.”

“Aww noo that sucks.”

“It did, but you kissed it better.”

“I kissed your tongue? Eww weird.”

“Yeah it was weird, but that’s what I love about you.”

You look at each other again and this time around you feel your own eyes flitting to his lips. His tongue darts out, wetting them and making you aware that you had been staring. So you clear your throat and turn back to the album to flip the pages.

“No way! We went canoeing together?” you gasp and pout, “that’s so mean, I want to remember that.”

“You really don’t. I hurt my shoulder pretty badly that day and spent the rest of our trip in pain.”

“Oh no, I’m sorry. I hope that I put pain medicine on it.”

“You did. Lots of it, with many kisses too.”

You giggle, “gosh, I’m so cheesy.”

“Yeah”, he whispers, dancing his pointer finger up and down your leg just once. You know that he did it on purpose, leaving you to shiver.

You turn your head, “hey, I’m a little cold.”

“Do you want to share?” he offers just like you had hoped he would.

“Yes please.”

Yoongi scoots closer and opens his blanket to drape it over your shoulder. Like this your legs and arms are touching.

“Is that alright?” he makes sure.

“Yes, it’s alright. Thank you, it’s so snugly”, you say and flip the page again.

“Recognize that pillow?”

“Yeah, what the hell? I have that in my sunroom!”

Yoongi chuckles deeply, “it was always your favourite pillow. You took it with you once you left, but this picture was taken minutes before you decided to have your five minutes and start a pillow fight.”

You snort, “gosh, sorry.”

“It’s alright. I won.”

“Mhm sure you did”, you tease, “you’re probably just saying this.”

“Guess we’ll never know.”

You giggle and flip the pages.

“Oh dear”, you gasp.

“Yeah uhm, crap”, Yoongi gasps and covers the pages with his hands, “I completely forgot that those are in there too. Uhm yeah, we tried erotic photography a few times?” he says and chuckles awkwardly.

“I can see that”, you say and push his fingers away to sneak a glance at one of the pictures.

You on white sheets, they are covering your lower parts and the sun paints swirls of gold over your naked breasts, “oh so artistic.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi presses out with his eyes closed.

You chuckle, “why do you have your eyes closed?”

“Because it’s rude to look.”

You giggle, pushing his hand away to flip the pages. More pictures of you and him in every sort of sexy poses and positions. You try not to look too much either because you both are wearing very little clothing in all the pictures. So you quickly flip the pages again.

“Okay it’s safe to look”, you say and exhale in relief.

Yoongi peels his eyes open, “oh that!” he exclaims and begins smiling.

You look at the pictures. You are in your pyjamas in all of them, matching each and every time. They are different sets each time, which means those were all taken on different nights. They all had one thing in common, you were in some sort of pillow fort in all of them.

“Those are pictures from our countless movie dates. You insisted that I would build a pillow fort in the living room every time.”

“I see”, you murmur and grin.

“You see those mugs?” he asks and points at them.

“Mhm-hm.”

“Warm milk with honey and cinnamon. You always called it your special sleepy time recipe.”

“Holy moly”, you gasp, touching your chest, “when I made you that drink I…I remembered that somehow?”

“I was really moved that night, you know? I thought for only a second that maybe you finally remembered me, but it seems that only your subconsciousness did.”

You turn to face him, feeling your breath hitch now that you and him are so close. You can even smell his body wash in this position and the warmth of his body and you realised that this was a scent familiar to your nose. You know now why it was so familiar and it leaves you leaning closer, until you could watch his eyes widen.

“Thank you for doing this with me. It’s nice to know that I was happy before the accident. It’s just kind of sad too because I would love to be able to remember all those times.”

“It’s…” Yoongi looks at your lips, “…nice for me too.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. I haven’t looked at those photos in years.”

“And yet you kept them.”

“I couldn’t throw them away.”

“Even when you started a new life.”

“Ha”, he lets out and lowers his eyes, “it’s kind of creepy isn’t it?”

“I don’t think so.”

Your gazes meet. Yoongi’s breath hitches. You are literally mesmerised by his lips. Maybe he could do it if he leaned closer. You don’t move away, as a matter of fact, you lean closer too.

Yoongi closes his eyes and tilts his head to the side, holding his breath. 

Then you kiss and Yoongi feels like flying, sighing your name as an array of emotions makes his heart race uncontrollably.

It is nothing major, just lips on lips and a shy sound from you, but it leaves him breathless. You pull back with a giggle, nudging his nose with your own.

“I did it again”, you whisper.

“What?”

“I kissed you.”

“Yeah”, he breathes, dragging the tip of his nose up and down the slope of your nose, “I want to do it again.”

“But what about the pictures?”

Yoongi laughs breathlessly, tilting his head to the side so he could drag his nose over your cheek and leave a feather light kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“Do you want to know more stories?” he asks you in a voice you have never heard from him before. It comforts you like nothing else.

You open your eyes, feeling your heart flutter at the view. He has his eyes closed, his dark lashes carry unshed tears and cheeks are flushed a deep pink.

“Later”, you breathe, letting your eyes fall closed again to chase his lips.

You both sigh once you find each other. The kiss lasts longer this time around, Yoongi even goes so far as to place his hand on your cheek. It feels big on your face, warm and soft. 

You touch his chest, fingertips resting on his collarbone. His heart is racing even faster than yours does. This moment must be so special to him. 

You break the kiss. Yoongi lets out a breathy whimper, closing his finger around a bundle of your hair. 

“Come back please”, he begs quietly, nudging your face with the tip of his nose. 

You let out a breathy chuckle, twisting his hair at the nape of his neck to pull him back into a kiss. You pull your legs up on the couch, sitting down on your heels and facing him in the process.

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut until wrinkles appear on his face. He dreamt of this moment so many times. He dreamt of talking to you and apologizing to you and maybe he also dreamt of feeling your kiss one more time. He never thought that those dreams could become reality one day. That one day you would really be back. But now you are, you are back with him again and you are even better than you were in his memories. Nothing else will ever come close to the pure happiness he is feeling right now.

He sighs softly, running his palm along the curves of your shoulder and arm. He stops at your wrist, dragging the pad of his thumb over the sensitive inside. It makes you sigh against his lips. 

Your fingers land on the zipper of his onesie, playing with it mindlessly. The kiss becomes slower, just soft sucking and biting and the addicting taste of his lips. Yoongi is touching your back, refreshing his memories of how your spine felt under his fingertips. He thinks it still feels just as addicting as it did five years ago. His touch drives you on top of his lap, you just want to be closer to him. 

"Mhm ___", he mumbles against your lips, letting out a lazy chuckle as you take his hands and tug them around your waist. He follows gladly, holding your waist safely while your weight is resting on top of him comfortably.

It feels exciting to be on his lap and to have him hold you like that while his lips dance with yours. It leaves you with an array of butterflies in your belly and tingles on the parts of your body he touches. 

You want to touch him too. His shoulders, strong and muscular from all the working he has been doing. His neck, skin oh so incredibly soft under your fingertips and for some reason he seems to let out a trembling gasp as you let your fingertips dance over it. 

The kiss breaks just enough that you can feel his breath tickle your lips. Foreheads resting together and eyes half-lidded, you touch his neck again, eliciting the softest of sounds from him.

You giggle, he does too.

"What?" his voice is raspy.

"Just, you", you answer him, pulling him back into the kiss. 

Yoongi makes a sound again, abandoning your waist to run his hands up your back instead. First your lower back, palms outline the paths of it until you are kissing him oh so deeply. Then up to your shoulders, the touch is placed with such intention and care, inch by inch he seems to feel you up. 

Your tongue darts out, shyly and hesitantly. He lets you lick over his lips once, smiling fondly before parting his lips and meeting you with his tongue. The change makes you gasp and for just a second you want to pull back, but he doesn’t let you. With his strong hands on your lower back again, he pushes you into him. Closer, tighter. No distance between your bodies as he tongue kisses you deeper and deeper, forcing you to whimper at the intensity of it.

So that’s how that feels. That’s how it feels to be so into a kiss that one's hands only purpose becomes the task of pulling the other closer. That’s how it feels to get so lost in the other that having to entangle each other’s tongues is the only bearable solution. It’s addicting. 

With an almost needy roll of your hips you seek more of him. He doesn’t even have to press you closer now, you do it all on your own. Closer and closer. Chest against chest. Stomach against stomach. Soft hair between your fingers and lips sensitive from kissing oh so deeply. It is Yoongi who whimpers this time around, having to tilt his head back in order to reach you and your magical kiss. 

You answer him, feeling up his shoulders and chest eagerly. You love how it vibrates under the sounds he makes, how his deep voice is tickling your fingertips.

Another tickle. You slow down your touch, chasing the tickle again. His zipper. Oh, how you want to tug it down.

You try it, hesitating a second later because the gesture made him gasp into your mouth. You break the kiss, looking into his hazy eyes. His lips are so swollen from kissing, looking so pink and pretty.

"Sorry", you let go, "that was creepy." 

Yoongi however grips your hand and pulls it back to the zipper. 

"Do it", he rasps, holding the zipper with you together. He tugs it down a few inches, letting out a breathy whimper while his eyes seem to practically make love to you.

Your heart is going haywire in your chest, your head is dizzy. He is so hot right now. Oh dear, his gaze is making you squirm. 

With a gulp, you take over for him, tugging down the zipper while he rests his hands on your waist to caress it softly as you undress him. 

Your heart is racing. You haven’t really imagined how Yoongi looks like naked before. As a matter of fact, you haven’t even really imagined how it would feel like to be sexual with him. You just loved to spend time with him and that was perfect for you. However, you can’t deny the feeling of utter excitement at the aspect of seeing him naked – or at least shirtless – now. 

The zipper opens all the way down to his crotch. You place your hands on his hips and run them up his torso. Yoongi's breath quickens at the sensation, back arching so he could chase your touch. You run your palms along his shoulders until you reach his collarbones, continuing your way to the slightly opened middle of the onesie. 

You take one cautious look up at his face, stomach tingling at what you see. Yoongi has his head rested against the backrest of the couch, eyes closed and features relaxed in bliss. As if he wanted to concentrate on nothing other than your touch. 

You tug on the onesie softly. 

“Oh?” you gasp, breaking into laughter a second later. 

“What?” Yoongi asks in a chuckle, peeling his eyes open to gaze at your smiling face. 

You giggle, hiding your nose behind your tiny fist. 

“Gosh Yoongi, I expected you to be naked underneath.”

Yoongi looks at his torso and the thick flannel pyjamas he is wearing.

"I was cold", he pouts cutely. 

“So you are wearing two layers?” you ask in a cute giggle. 

He laughs, feeling his cheeks heat up in giddiness. 

“I like warmth”, he murmurs.

“You’re like a cat.”

“You…”, he lowers his eyes shyly. The blush spreads over his nose, “...sometimes called me kitten because of it”, he confesses in a whisper.

“I did?” you gasp, “gosh”, you say, hiding your face behind your hands and plopping against Yoongi’s chest. 

He chuckles fondly, placing his big hand on the back of your head to pet you softly. 

“Sometimes you also called me grandpa because of the way I run”, he says. 

“That’s so mean”, you whine, nuzzling your face against his chest, “I’m sorry Yoongi.”

“I don’t think it’s mean, it’s funny”, he assures you. 

You lift your head. He seems so fond. It’s literally driving you insane. 

“But most of the time you called me dumpling baby or snuggles, sometimes darling too”, he says and shows his teeth in a fond smile. 

“Dumpling baby?” you snort. 

“Because of my cheeks.”

You groan, hiding your face behind your hands. 

“I’m so embarrassing, oh my god.”

Yoongi pulls your hands away from your face, placing them on his chest instead. He tilts his head up, placing a tender kiss on your lips. It makes your heart flutter.

“I called you beautiful and darling”, he says, studying your features with sparkling eyes, “or my love”, he breathes, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone slowly.

You are basically melting. He is so sweet. He is so goddamn sweet. 

Yoongi looks at your lips, tilting his head up again. You meet him in the middle, kissing him back. He sighs, allowing you to lead the kiss with his eyes squeezed shut and his heart fluttering in his chest. He guides your hands so your fingertips would hook in the opened zipper. It is a silent question for you to undress him and you understand, pulling the onesie over his shoulders and down his arms until it pools on the sofa by his hips. 

The kiss breaks, you broke it to catch your breath. 

“Lie down, I’ll take the onesie off”, he tells you, nudging your hips softly. 

You follow in an instant, crawling off his lap and resting back on the soft pillows. He works quickly, standing up to step out of his onesie. He finds his home on top of you after a second, resting between your legs and cupping your face in his big hands. His thumbs run along your cheekbones, lips curling into a fond smile. 

You giggle, “so you're keeping the pjs on?”

“Yeah”, he pouts, “it’s so warm and cozy.”

You chuckle, sighing a second later when Yoongi pecks your lips. You blink quickly, feeling your cheeks heat up. 

“Can I kiss your neck?” he asks in a soft voice, caressing your temple as he speaks. 

“Yes”, you breathe, waiting for the sensation with your eyes squeezed shut and your head rolled to the side. 

You always wondered how that must feel like. This is so exciting. 

The first kiss is placed softly upon your skin, leaving you to gasp for air. The second kiss is placed just next to it, Yoongi gives you the softest of sucks to end it with. The third kiss is placed just under your ear, right where your jawline melts into your neck. You shiver so much, feeling so good and lightheaded. 

Yoongi sighs your name softly, placing the fourth kiss on your jawline. He allows his teeth to drag over your skin gently, eliciting goosebumps on your arms in reaction. And while his lips worship your neck, his right hand runs along your body, starting at your thighs and ending at your shoulders. It leaves tingles behind, making you so sensitive to his touch. So sensitive and so, so nervous because as Yoongi makes the first indicator of touching you under your breast you tense up.

“Yoongi wait.”

“What is it?” he lifts his head from your neck, hair ruffled from the pillows. 

“I, I have to confess something to you.”

He nods his head and relaxes, “tell me.”

“I didn’t have sex with anyone in four years”, you blurt out and hide your face behind your hands, “urgh god I just said that out loud.”

Fingers rest themselves on your hand, tugging it away from your face. If comfort had a face it would be Yoongi in this moment, because as you open your eyes in nervousness and meet his fond gaze you don’t feel fear or embarrassment, you feel comfort. 

“It’s alright”, he whispers. 

“And I’m not on birth control, so you have to use a condom.”

“Of course, that’s alright.”

“And I also have no idea how to do sex because I have no memory of how to do it”, you say. 

He cups your cheek, caressing it with his thumb. 

“That’s alright too.”

“A-and also I have scars”, you say and lower your eyes, “many, they are sorta big.” 

“Doesn’t matter, you are so beautiful with or without the scars.”

You feel so freaking comforted. God damn you are repeating yourself, but Yoongi just....radiates judgement free and honest comfort.

“Okay, okay”, you let out a deep breath, locking eyes with him, “sorry, I just needed to get all of this off my chest.”

He smiles softly, “it’s alright. You know that we can take it slow? We can do whatever you are comfortable with.”

“Really?” 

“Yes really. We’ll take it at your pace, alright?” 

“Yes, alright.”

Yoongi smiles, kissing your forehead softly. It makes your eyelids flutter shut and your heart skip a beat in your chest. 

“So what should we do? Should I show you more pictures?” 

You shake your head. 

“Then more stories? I could tell you about our honeymoon, it was a blast. That was the time we ate watermelon for breakfast and also realised that we are both good surfers.”

You smile, cupping his face in your hands. Yoongi parts his lips and gazes down at you with widened eyes. 

“I want to try.”

“What? Surfing?” 

“No”, you laugh, “gosh no, not surfing. I kind of want to try...sex?” 

His eyes soften, yet deep down arousal glistens in them. 

“Right now?” 

“Yes, right now.”

“With m-me?”

“No Yoongi, with the old Misses Jang from up the road”, you say sarcastically. 

Yoongi blushes furiously, hiding his face in your shoulder with an embarrassed groan. You laugh and giggle, giving his head a soft pat. 

“Don’t laugh at me. I’m nervous too”, he whines. 

“Don’t be nervous, it’s just me.”

“Yeah exactly”, he lifts his head, somehow his bangs are even messier than before, “I want to make a good first impression.”

“What should I say? At least you know what I like, I have no idea.”

Yoongi chuckles and lowers his eyes, “I guess you’re right”, he murmurs, “but still, maybe something changed and I just, I like you so much, I don’t wanna mess up and disappoint”, he says and pouts. 

“Well then let’s figure out our bodies together”, you touch his chest, eliciting a breathy gasp from him. You run your hand to his side and place your nails against it. You dance them down softly then you go up again. Yoongi’s eyes threaten to close, hips rolling against yours on instinct. The sensation feels really good. He is hard in his pants, grinding the hardness up and down your core. It feels so nice and also hot. 

“God ___ that’s so good”, he whispers shakily.

“Are your sides sensitive?” 

He nods his head, melting closer. He begins kissing your neck again, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You let your eyes fall closed and bask in the sensation as your hands explore his torso.  

His tummy is soft, it tenses when you run your fingers over it. Relaxing in a trembling breath a second later. You can feel it tickle your skin, it is warm if not hot even. 

"___", he whispers, biting down on your earlobe softly. 

"Oh? Oh okay", you laugh softly, "that’s good." 

Yoongi purrs, dragging his lips over the shell of your ear. 

"Your touch is so nice. Can’t get enough of it”, he whispers in that honey voice of his’. 

He bites your earlobe gently, tugging on it just slightly. Like a chain reaction of sensations your shivers run all the way from your ear down to the tips of your toes. 

"Yoongi I want to be shirtless", you confess in a breathless moan. 

Yoongi’s head shoots up. 

"Are you sure?" 

You nod your head, reaching down to tug your sweater and shirt up. Yoongi watches it happen, breath hitching in his throat at the sight. You grunt quietly, fighting with the last few inches until finally they slip off your hair and arms. You open your eyes, meeting adoration in his gaze. 

"You're so beautiful", he whispers, "fuck ___, I never want to stop looking at you." 

You giggle, covering your chest with your hands. 

"Okay now my bravery is kinda running out, help I acted way too quickly." 

Yoongi chuckles. He sits up for a moment to take off his shirt, revealing yet another shirt to your eyes. A white t-shirt, loose fitted and slightly wrinkled. 

"Yoongi", you wheeze, “you’re not serious. How many layers are you wearing?” 

"I was cold", he whines with a pout and soon his face disappears under the shirt as he takes it off.  

He slips out of it with a grunt, blinking quickly with his hair standing up in the front. You giggle. He is so cute. 

“Sad, I expected another shirt”, you joke. 

Yoongi fixes his hair and shivers. Goosebumps cover his fair skin in an instant.

"So cold", he whines, reaching for the blanket to pull it over his shoulders. Then he cuddles back into you, sharing his warmth with you. 

"God Yoongi", you chuckle, "you're so dramatic, it's not even that cold." 

"Yes it is. It’s freezing", he murmurs, nuzzling his cheek against your chest. 

"Alright, alright it's cold", you give in with a fond roll of your eyes. 

"Mhm", he lets out, turning his head so he could begin kissing your chest all over. 

"Oh wow", you groan, head rolling to the side and veins tingling in electricity. 

Yoongi was right. The blanket was a good idea. Oh you are so warm all snuggled into it and somehow it makes the sensations of his mouth even more intense. He kisses you, he kisses even the long scar under your breast where the doctors needed to go inside to fix your ribs. And he kisses it without mentioning it in any kind of way, as if it was just another part of your body which he wanted to worship. You don’t tell him, but you appreciate his silence so much. 

Perhaps a reason for you not sleeping with anyone in the past four years – ignoring the fact that you weren’t actively seeking it in the first place – was the fact that some part of your brain was still too ashamed of your scars. You feared that if you bared yourself to someone and they would see your scars, you would have to explain yourself. And you really didn’t want to do that. 

But Yoongi stays silent, placing featherlight kisses all over your scar before he moves on to another part of your chest like it was the most normal thing to do. You feel so appreciated. And so, so nice. 

Yoongi sucks on the swell of your breast before lifting his head for the sole purpose of giving you a sweet gummy smile. You retort it, feeling your heart flutter in your chest. Then he lowers himself again, kissing a path up to your nipple. He hesitates, brushing his lips over it in an attempt to see your reaction. 

You tense up in anticipation, arching into him. 

That is all he needed to know. He parts his lips and wraps them around your nipple, caressing your other side with his big hand. 

You let out a breathy laugh, ending it with a surprised moan and an arch of your back. 

“Okay that’s - ha - that’s really nice.”

“Yeah?” his warm breath swirls over your skin, making you shiver. He hums and abandons your nipple for the sake of kissing the other. Not that he truly abandons it, the moment his lips take on their sweet journey to your other side his hand begins touching you skillfully. 

“Mhhhm”, you purr contently, letting your head roll to the side. He makes you feel so warm between your legs. Oh, it’s so embarrassing because you can feel it stick to your pyjama pants as well. Hopefully it doesn’t soak his couch, gosh that would be devastating. Oh! Forget every worry you ever had, Yoongi using his teeth to bite down on your nipple gently is the only thing important. Or maybe it’s his right hand slowly but surely dancing down your stomach to the hem of your pants. You giggle nervously, making Yoongi raise his head. 

“No?” he asks, pulling his hand away. 

“I’m nervous.”

He nods in understanding, caressing your side for now. 

“What do you want to do?” 

You gnaw on your lower lip. 

“Just tell me beautiful and I’ll do it”, he encourages you in a soft spoken voice, the kind which fills you with so much comfort that it’s almost unbearable. 

“God Yoongi you-", you pause to cup his cheeks and squish them, “-stop being so sweet”, you say, squishing his cheeks more aggressively. 

His pink lips stick out in a squished pout, his eyes become little slits as you squeeze his cheeks together. He chuckles deeply. 

“Can I have my face back?” he asks fondly. 

“Yeah, uhm”, you pull your hands back, “sorry, I just – I don’t know – I wanna keep touching it because I like it so much.”

He lowers his eyes shyly and blushes.

“Stop”, he murmurs.

“Why?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “just so.”

“Mhm, that’s not a reason”, you giggle, reaching out to stroke your palm over his cheek again and again, “I want to try it.”

“Tell me”, he says, nodding his head.

“Your hand”, you reach for it, “I want you to touch me down there”, you say and guide it down your stomach. Yoongi keeps his fingers relaxed so they would leave the softest of tickles behind. 

He smiles and nods his head in understanding, caressing your lower stomach.

“Scoot over a little.”

You do as you are told, watching him with curiosity as he wiggles into the spot between you and the backrest of the couch. He sneaks one of his arms under your head, engulfing you in the safety of his chest. This is so close and intimate with both of you being shirtless that you feel your cheeks heat up. Skin against skin, not knowing which warmth belongs to you and which belongs to Yoongi. You truly never imagined how such sensations must feel like with him and yet they leave you so tingly and happy that it feels as if a wish was fullfilled.

“Are you comfortable?” he makes sure.

“Yeah very”, you whisper in awe, “the blanket was a good idea, it’s so snuggly.”

“Right? I told you it’s a good idea, but you wanted to nag”, he murmurs, nuzzling his nose into your hair to kiss your ear softly.

You giggle, hiding your face in his chest. The bickering is cute, like a married couple and that is what you were. You were married and perhaps that is why you felt so comfortable with him. Because deep down you already knew that he was your other half. 

You begin placing little kisses all over his skin at the aspect, feeling his blissful purr.

“Keep doing that beautiful”, he encourages you in a sigh, travelling his hand up and down your stomach and sides. 

And so you continue, littering his chest with kisses and touching whatever parts of his sides you can reach. Yoongi sneaks his hand inside your pants, running his fingers down to your middle slowly. You part your legs for him, waiting for the sensation with bated breath.

He touches your entrance first, rolling slow circles on it to pick up your arousal.

“Oh? Okay”, you gasp, lifting your head to look into Yoongi’s eyes.

He gazes down at you and smiles, dancing his fingers up your core. One touch to your clit and you are squirming.

“Oh? Okay yeah okay”, you press out, widening your eyes.

“Is it nice?”

You nod your head vigorously, watching how it makes his pupils dilate.

“Good, relax beautiful, I’ll take care of you”, he rasps, closing his eyes and kissing your forehead.

You relax in his arms, basking in the sensations and feeling your head become dizzy at his scent. Now, you did touch yourself in the comfort of your own bedroom. You touched yourself many times actually and you like to claim that you are very good at it. But god diddly damn, it’s so different if someone else does it. The touch is laced with the exciting surprise of you not knowing where he will place it next. It leaves you shivering in the best ways possible.

“That feels really good”, you sigh and moan softly.

“Mhm, it feels good for me too. You’re so wet and soft”, he whispers, drawing figures of eight with his fingers.

“Yoongi can I touch you too?”

He groans quietly. Your words affected him, you know that they did because his fingers speed up on your clit.

“Y-yes”, he presses out, panting heavily in anticipation.

“Okay, here I come. Just tell me what to do”, you say, dancing your hand down his stomach until it disappears inside his pyjama pants.

He is so excited that he basically twitches into your hand, mewling softly when you wrap your fingers around him.

“Fuck ___”, he chokes out, bucking his hips up, “you’re so good.”

“But I haven’t even started.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

You giggle and moan. Yoongi is toying with your entrance, the aspect of having his long fingers inside of you almost drives you insane.

“Can I finger you?” he asks in a rasp.

“Please”, you whisper, moving your hand up and down his length slowly.

Yoongi whimpers and slips two of his fingers inside of you. You keen and roll your hips into his touch, squeezing his cock on accident because the breach surprised you so much. It wasn’t painful or uncomfortable, it was just surprising because it felt so good. Fingering yourself is definitely not the same as getting fingered, because holy moly damn that feels amazing. Especially with the length of his fingers and the perfect girth of them. Yoongi also seems to have the perfect technique of rubbing his palm over your clit as he moves his fingers.

“Yoongi it’s so good”, you moan, resorting to squeaking softly afterwards.

“Yeah? Keep going too beautiful, your touch is perfect”, he encourages you, voice raspy and strained.

He is probably overhyping your touches. He is distracting you so much with his own touches that sometimes you forget to move your hand. Yoongi makes up for the loss of friction by rolling his hips into your hand slowly until you finally remember again that you needed to move as well and you begin jerking him off with a certain vigour in your touches. Yoongi moans deeply each time this happens, rewarding you with a mindnumbing curl of his fingers against your sensitive spot inside.

“Yoongi….”

“Mhm?”

You tilt your head up, chasing his lips. He understands wordlessly, leaning down to kiss you deeply. Oh his touch becomes so much better now that you are kissing him, making your toes curl and your limbs feel as if they were on fire. You hope that you feel better for him too, making sure to pay special attention to his tip.

Yoongi lets you know that you feel a thousand times better by moaning against your lips and darting his tongue out to chase your own. His fingers curl inside of you, your fingers squeeze around his hot tip and your tongues dance with each other sloppily. It quite frankly steals your sanity from you.

The blanket is becoming very hot on top of you, so hot that sweat pearls on your chest and tickles your skin as it runs down your sides. Yoongi seems to be hot as well, his skin is just that little bit damper as it presses against your own and his once ruffled bangs are matted. They are still messy though, he looks so good like that. It almost knocks the air out of you when you pull back for a quick breather and your eyes land on his handsome face. His dark eyes are even darker than usual, almost as if his pupils are so dilated that they are swallowing everything else. His nose is glowing prettily, carrying a rosy sheen to it. As do his cheeks and his swollen lips.

“You’re so pretty”, you whisper.

“Thanks”, he murmurs shyly, blushing even more.

You giggle and squeeze his tip, watching how it makes his brows knit in pleasure.

“Fuck baby you’re gonna make me cum”, he groans.

That does something inside of you. Your stomach tingles uncontrollably, your walls clench around his digits. You want this to happen. You want to see him lose himself. He would probably look so hot.

“Do it”, you rasp.

“Mhm, not yet”, he murmurs, claiming your lips in a passionate kiss. The kind that steals your breath away.

He keeps his fingers curled, moving them the slightest bit back and forth. You squeak, fighting for your air. It seems that Yoongi wants to see you lose yourself before he does. He is doing an amazing job at that, your stomach is tensing so much.

He breaks the kiss, panting against your lips.

“Are you close?” he asks.

“Yeah”, you squeak, legs shaking uncontrollably. There is too much pressure on your clit, his palm is too soft and warm. His fingers are too good, too long and skilled. He is actually going to make you cum.

“Whenever you are ready, beautiful”, he encourages you.

You gasp for air repeatedly, squeezing around his cock for the sole purpose of holding something. Not sexy if it wasn’t for Yoongi rutting into you desperately. He watches your eyelids flutter, feeling your walls clench around his digits.

“Come kiss me, let me taste your moans”, he rasps, making your legs shake with the way his fingers curl.

“Yoongi”, you choke out and stumble into the kiss.

It is sloppy, Yoongi gets more of your licks than actual kisses. He accepts them happily, swallowing your every moan as he curls his fingers against your magical spot once again. You squeak and shutter, everything gets too much for you. 

“Yoongi.”

“Let go", he encourages you. 

You break around his digits, hiding your face in his chest as your body spasms in fiery electricity.

“Oh god, what the hell”, you groan, shocked by how hard you are climaxing. It sits so deep, feels so hot, makes your stomach tense so much. This is the best. The literal best.

“That’s it, shit you’re so sexy”, he encourages you, helping you ride out your high with skilful movements of his hand.

You whimper, twitching one last time before finally opening your eyes again. Yoongi looks fucked, with his eyes blown out and his cheeks heated. Also his breathing is ragged, heart pounding against his ribcage.

“How was that?” he asks you, pulling his fingers free to caress your thigh.

You giggle, stomach bursting in feel good hormones. Yoongi smiles, placing a soft kiss on your ear.

“Good?” 

“Yes, so good”, you whisper and place a kiss on his chest. It makes it rumble in one of his deep moans. 

So you lift your head and look at him. He is breathing even heavier than he did before, squirming softly.

“What?” he asks you because the sudden smirk you are sporting confuses him.

You sit up and try to roll you and him over, doing so a lot more clumsily than you had wished for. He collides with the couch in a deep grunt. His head tangles over the edge, messy hair almost touching the floor.

“Oh shoot, sorry”, you gasp, “I wanted to be sexy.”

“Fuck”, Yoongi laughs raspily, “mission accomplished, fuck.”

You tingle in pride. He seems very into it, judging by the red spots covering his chest and his neck carrying a sheer layer of sweat. He rests his hands on his stomach, long fingers still glistening in your juices.

“You’re really hot”, you tell him. 

“You too”, he rasps, swallowing heavily. His fingers run over his own stomach mindlessly. The view taunts you. Especially because it leads to the very prominent dent in his pants. You don’t really have the desire to see dicks, because they aren’t really exciting to you, but it feels different with him. You really want to see him. So much so that you are almost going crazy at not being able to see him. 

You hook your fingers in the hem of his pants and pull it down far enough to make his cock spring free. 

“Huh?” his head shoots up, lips parting in shock.

It is just as pretty as the rest of him, his tip is glistening with his arousal. Also it matches with his hands, oh so many veins. Very sexy. You think that his dick is very exciting to look at.

You give him a playful smirk, wrapping your fingers around his length to jerk it off quickly. 

“Fuck”, he moans, dropping his head back and fucking his hips into your hand, “holy f-fuck.” 

Maybe it is muscle memory but somehow your fingers know exactly where to touch him. You also think that he has such a nice cock. A very nice cock. Very reactive and so pink, just like his lips. Said lips are currently parted widely, letting the most sinful of noises free. Deep grunts, breathy gasps, high-pitched whimpers. For someone who has such a deep voice he has an impressive range if only you touch the right spots.

You roll your thumb over his frenulum, twisting your wrist afterwards.

“How's that?” you ask him, repeating your movements. 

“Good”, he lulls, bucking his hips up. He wraps his long fingers around your wrist and squeezes softly. 

His body trembles, his cock throbs. You dance your fingers up to his tip again and massage it quickly. 

Yoongi twitches with his entire body before a guttural moans rolls off his tongue aggressively. Your eyes flit to his face, fingers working on their own. You find it peculiar just how sexy he can actually be. How your cute and sweet neighbour looks like sex personified now that you have him shaking under your touch. His lids are opened halfway, giving view to his rolled back eyes. His lips are parted and swollen, glistening in his saliva. And his neck is shimmering in a sheer layer of sweat, muscles flexed in the position. 

One roll of your thumb over his slit and he is twitching again. 

“I’m cumming”, he chokes out, letting go of your wrist to grasp the edge of the sofa instead.

“Do it”, you encourage him, welcoming his high with quick jerks of your hand.

Yoongi groans and spasms, covering his tensed stomach in his seed. It runs down his length, collecting all between your fingers as well. This is so hot, this is so hot. Oh you want to continue. This is so hot.

“Wait, wait”, Yoongi laughs panicky, trembling fingers reaching for your hand, “slow.”

You don’t listen, jerking him off with madness in your eyes. He mewls and squirms, trying his hardest to pull your hand away. 

“Please ___", he begs, gasping for air. 

Faster. His cock is so hard and twitches so much. There must be more for you. He must have more to offer. 

Yoongi laughs panicky, twisting the sofa pillow. 

“Please slow”, he begs squeakily, “mercy please”, he is laughing by now, tugging on your wrist again, "fuck ___ please", he presses out, writhing desperately. He is twitching with his entire body, forcing cut off laughs and gasps out of him. 

His other hand reaches for you, gripping you with such strength it surprises you. 

"Slow", he drags the word out, squeezing you with trembling fingers.

It is enough to clear your mind from the hungry madness you are feeling. You slow down your movements, blinking quickly. He guides your movements, smooth rolls up and down his cock.

“That’s better, it’s too sensitive otherwise”, he says and sighs, “god beautiful, you just made me cum so hard”, he says and laughs, covering his eyes with his arm, “fuck.”

You touch his tip and squeeze gently. He hisses, twitching away.

“___”, he complains in a laugh, lifting himself with the help of his abs, “I’m sensitive.”

You pull your hand away, “sorry, it’s just so much fun to touch you.”

“Mhm”, he hums, drawing closer to cup your cheek and kiss your lips softly, “you’re still as cruel as you were in the past.” 

“Yeah? Did I do that often?” you ask him, wrapping your fingers around his cock again to give him quick jerks. 

Yoongi whimpers, twisting your hair at the nape of your neck, “please no more.” 

You twist your hand on his overly sensitive tip, forcing a moaned laugh out of him.

“___ baby", he chokes out, taking a hold of your torturing hand to squeeze it. 

You giggle, burying your nose in the crook of his neck. You push him back on the sofa, pulling the blanket over your bodies and snuggling into him tightly. Yoongi just let’s it happen, melting like ice cream in the sun. 

“That was lots of fun", you say and giggle, touching his inner thighs for now.

“Agreed, I love being with you. I really missed it.”

You smile, trailing kisses up and down his neck.

Yoongi shudders and pulls you closer, inhaling your scent.

“Fuck ___ I actually missed you so fucking much. Those last few months without you were horrible”, he murmurs into the crook of your neck, hugging you to his body and rolling over on the sofa with you so he could cuddle you tightly.

“Agreed. I was so lonely on most days.”

"Same, especially on Tuesday." 

"Yes", you agree, nodding your head vigorously, "you have to come by again from now on. I'll make you so much tea and you can eat your egg sandwich and we have tangerine tarts on our menu these days. You have to come eat them."

"I will. Tangerine tart sounds amazing, I can’t wait to try it." 

"Yes, me too."

You kiss his hair and close your eyes. It is so warm and cuddly now that your blanket is wrapped around you so snugly and Yoongi holds you so tightly.

Yoongi exhales his breath shakily and squeezes you softly. He is in heaven. This is paradise.

“Yoongi?”

“Mhm?”

"I'm glad I had you as a husband. If you were as sweet as you are ever since I met you then I was a very lucky woman. It’s so nice to know that I had you in my past." 

Yoongi squeezes your middle and squeaks.

“Don’t say that”, he murmurs, clearly fighting with his tears.

“It’s the truth, you’re such a sweet man and you bring so much comfort into my life. Falling in love with you was so easy and felt so comfortable.”

“Stop that.”

You laugh, squeezing him.

“You’re so cute.”

Yoongi lifts his head to gaze at you. His beautiful eyes are filled with unshed tears and yet they are sparkling in unconditional love for you.

“Thank you for giving me a second chance”, he whispers.

You smile.

“I’d do it again."​​

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hello I love your writing soo much, I was wondering if you can do pastel meringue cookie one

AN: WHO IS THIS CUTIE-PATOOTIE AND HOW HAVEN'T I LEARNED ABOUT THEM SOONER???

I just find him so interesting and cute, so I decided to make a oneshot with some headcanons at the bottom 😅 There will definitely be more of him in the future, just give me a little bc tests are starting today-

I can easily see this being writin with the opposite dynamic, but I just wanted an excuse to write a pathetically in love Meringue

Pastel Meringue x Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: Not proof read

-Fairytale-

In many fairytales, the prince will do most of the saving. It's a very traditional way of going about storytelling, but it still has this dash of enchantment to it.

Pastel Meringue's story seems to be going a bit differently, though, despite still being a fairytale... You see, in his story, you seem to be doing most of the saving.

Pastel Meringue has always wanted nothing more than to be treated like a prince; but how can he play that role when he feels himself getting weak everytime he sees you?

It wasn't a bad feeling per se, it just got in the way of his charming and confident personality. Honestly, how was he supposed to woo you when his face turned all rosey at just the thought of you?

When Pastel Meringue saw you earlier today and felt butterflies in his stomach, along with his temperature raising a concerning amount, he knew something would have to be done.

A confession seemed to be one of his only options, and of course, it would have to be absolutely perfect.

So he went about writing you this extravagant letter inviting you over while also collecting only the cutest of flowers for a bouquet.

He made sure to put on his best outfit and waited eagerly for your arrival.

Then there was a chime at his door.

He was sure that there wasn't anyway he could possible mess this up after preparing for nearly the entire day.

He opened up the door, revealing perfect perfect you.

All of his thoughts began to whisk together, and he had become a blushing, flustered mess.

"Ahem, hello ribbon-" he managed say after staring for an embarrassingly long time.

"Hi!" You'd respond with a smile.

It was always that smile. Gosh, it absolutely ruined him! He could die right here and right now as long as you continued to smile like that. Seriously, how was he supposed to do anything at all when you're giving him that look?

"Meringue?" You'd say, poking at him a bit. He went silent, and it had become slightly worrying.

"Oh, um, me? Imfineimfinereally, justcomeinside,hahaha--"

Wonderfully executed.

So you and Pastel Meringue began to catch up over a cup of tea. Originally, he would have confessed to you right at the door with all of these flower petals flowing down elegantly to give the room this romantic air to it, and you would have confessed your undying love for him.

Obviously, that isn't exactly what ended up happening, but you have to flexible with these kinds of things, right?

"So how have you been?" You'd ask.

"Fine," he replied, still blushing profusely.

"I actually have something I've been meaning to tell you for a little while now," you would say.

Over one-thousand thoughts began to race in his head. Did you not like him? Was he acting too weird? Maybe you're already dating someone? He just sat there nervously for the news to arrive.

"You know, I really like you," you said calmly.

In that moment, Paste Meringue just couldn't understand it. You said it so casually, and he was just so surprised.

"You do?"

You nodded your head.

An awkward silence filled the room. This isn't how it was supposed to go at all. How had you always managed to steal the spotlight? He even wanted to confess first...

"I... like you as well-" he would say.

You laughed a bit. "I figured, you're really not that great at hiding it!"

《☆》 Fin

Headcanons ♡

Definitely kicked his feet and giggled like a middle school girl when he first met you

Was so madly in love with you

Still is, of course

Everytime you compliment him, he legit malfunctions

Makes you clothing often

Has planed on confessing numerous times but chickened out each time

It was so painfully obvious to everyone involved how he felt about you

You eventually got a bit bored of waiting and just confessed yourself

Felt kinda bad about it, but you weren't sure if he was ever going to go through with it!

#crob #cookie run x reader #cookie run: ovenbreak #pastel meringue cookie #pastel meringue x reader #pastel meringue x reader crob #x reader #crob x reader #pastel meringue oneshots

[kiritouyadeku96]

Oh my gosh 🥺 what a cutie patootie! I haven’t even seen any other panels from this chapter yet, but this is the best one by far! Baby Tokoyami and dark shadow!

#bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha 381 #mha 381

[bluskye-27]

Hi my fellow pirate :) Can I please request headcanons for Sanji, Shanks, and Ace having a crush on a tough, dominant, intimidating woman and after figuring it out, she pounces on them for a kiss and is like "Finally you're all mine."

Here's a reference for the pouncing part:

Sanji, Shanks & Ace crushing on Tough & Intimidating! Fem! S/O

Summary: To think a tough pirate like him would fell in love with an equally tough and intimidating woman like you.

Blackfoot Sanji:

- When Sanji first met you, he was like 😳

- He thought he would never meet any dominant and intimidating women in his entire life yet you clearly proved him wrong

- Sanji will try to be a gentleman to you but you just dismisses him, telling him that you're not one for chivalry n' stuff

- The cook was in awe of your strength and bravery, not depending on men to protect you which confuses him at first but accepted it for some time

- For once, Sanji will try not to treat you like royalty, instead he'll see you as an equal (much like Zoro to girls)

- "Ah, thanks for the food, Sanj!" You smiled at the blond man, ruffling his hair as you walked off with the dessert he made for you.

- Gurl, you just successfully made the pervert/gentleman/cook fell for you~

- And when the marines attacked you guys, Sanji was entirely mesmerized by the way you fight, tough yet graceful at the same time. He was so caught up with gawking at you when an enemy sneaks up behind him

- You noticed immediately and proceeded to tackle Sanji while Zoro slashed the enemy

- "Watch your stupid back, Curly Brow!"

- Yet Sanji was not paying attention to the green haired swordsman, instead he was laying down on the floor with you on top of him. Gosh, those eyes he just love staring at was currently looking down at him in concern, flustering him greatly

- Before he can stop himself, Sanji blurted out a quick "I love you."

- You just grinned of course, swooping down to kiss Sanji on the lips.

- "Yeah, I know. You've never been discreet with your staring before, so yeah, I would know."

- Sanji was a blushing mess that day, letting you carry him to the infirmary to treat his injuries.

Emperor Shanks:

- One day, you met Shanks and his crew. You were intrigued by them so you asked Shanks to join his crew

- The red haired emperor just laughed, smirking at you in his drunken state (you guys were at a bar on your island)

- "Sorry, lady, I can't see a beautiful and delicate woman such as yourself be a rowdy pirate like me and my crew."

- Having been looked down upon your entire life, you snapped at Shanks by grabbing his only arm and flipped him on his back, twisting his arm behind his back painfully.

- "How about now?" You smirked down at the surprised emperor.

- "You know what? You're in. Though you're gonna pay for my spilled booze." Shanks pouted while his crew-well, your crew- cheered.

- Everyone in the crew was very happy to have you with them. They knew how tough and intimidating you are, not one of those girlie girls, so they treat you equally on how they treat each other.

- Shanks, who can't see the difference between prim and proper ladies and tough and manly women, treated you like a royalty.

- Which you clearly despises ofc

- Everytime Shanks called you "Princess" "My Lady" "Cutie-Patootie" and other cutesy nicknames, you would flip him off or literally flip him

- And no, the idiot would not care about the pain but just to see your "sexy" strength. After all, he has loving feelings just for you, no matter how many times you flip him on his back.

- For once he's sober, Shanks decided to tease you once more, ofc you flipped him on his back again, but this time, he quickly changed your position with him on top instead, smirking down at you.

- "You know how much you flip me, I will always love you~" He chuckled

- You huffed and grabbed Shanks by the back of his neck and slammed your lips on him, shocking the red haired pirate.

- "Yeah, and I love you no matter how annoying you are."

- Shanks is in love~ 🥰

Portgas D. Ace:

- You've always been with Ace ever since you guys are still the Spade Pirates and until now when you guys joined the Whitebeard Pirates.

- You were one of the toughest and strongest fighter so WB put you under Ace's division which the latter clearly liked

- Ace has been forever crushing on you ever since he met you at your island, where the two of you ran into each other when the male is running from angry restaurant staff (yeah, he committed dash-and-dine once again)

- And now in the present time, you, the WBP and other allies are fighting to save Ace from getting executed.

- You learned about Luffy from your dear commander so you quickly knew it was the strawhat-wearing boy when you saw him. You and Luffy quickly teamed up together and fought every marine on your way to the execution podium.

- "LUFFY! Y/N! TURN BACK! I DON'T WANT YOU TO SAVE ME!" By this, you snapped.

- "SHUT THE FUCK UP, PORTGAS!"

- Everyone around you looked at you in utter disbelief. Even Ace was stunned to silence

- "I DON'T GIVE A SHIT IF YOU DON'T WANT US TO SAVE YOU BECAUSE WE'RE GONNA DO IT ANYWAY! ALSO, DON'T EVEN THINK YOU CAN JUST CONFESS YOUR FUCKING FEELINGS TO ME ON THAT DAMNED LETTER WHILE YOU WERE AWAY HUNTING FOR THAT STUPID BITCH TEACH!"

- (Somewhere, Blackbeard sneezed.)

- Fast-forward to the time when Akainu is about to punch a hole on Ace-

- "GET THE FUCK OUTTA MAH WAY, YOU MAGMA ASS!" Using your wind powers, you blew Akainu away to the sea, saving Luffy and Ace.

- "Y/n, I-" Ace started but you cut him off with a rough kiss, pulling him by his necklace to meet your height.

- "I love you too, dumbass. Next time, don't even think about leaving me again, ya hear me?" And you put his cowboy hat on his head, grinning at his flustered face.

- "Mhm. I will!" He smiled back at you.

Hello, @sacredwarrior88 ! This is your long-awaited request, hope you like it~

#vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader #black leg sanji x reader #one piece sanji x reader #red haired shanks #akagami no shanks x reader #one piece shanks x reader #portgas d. ace #portgas d ace x reader #fire fist ace x reader #one piece ace x reader

[artist-emerald]

Trollstopia: Rapid Freeze Tag

Poppy: Okay everyone, today we're going to help welcome our newest, and first ever pardody troll resident, Emerald Waters! We'll be playing a classic community game of freeze tag! And Emerald will be the one who's it.

Holly: Oh no, Poppy, what have you done?

Poppy: What do you mean?

Emerald: Queen Poppy, a question before we start. What are the established rules on hair usage for this game of freeze tag?

Poppy: Hair usage is totally allowed!

Emerald: That's all I needed to hear.

Poppy: And game start!

Emerald Waters takes off his hat, and stretches out his massive hair towards all the other Trolls, instantly freezing them in place, with the exception of Holly, Poppy, Branch, and a small handful of other Trolls.

Holly: I tried to warn you, Poppy! He may not be a fast runner, but he makes up for it in hair power. Ain't nobody escapes the Rapids of Gold, y'all!

Poppy: Rapids of Gold?

Holly: On the account of his hair being the appearance of polished gold and the fact he can maneuver it in a rapid manner. Now run!

Emerald: Hoo wee! Looks like we got ourselves a game! Y'all can run, but you certainly can't hide!

Branch: I gotta say Holly, your boyfriend's got some skill. I think this is gonna be the most fun game of freeze tag yet!

Holly: Aw, thanks sugar. Under that cutie-patootie face of his is one tough, game-playin troll!

The other Trolls ran off, many of them trying to hide but to no avail. Emerald spread out his hairs like a pack of snakes on the hunt. It came down to the final three of Holly, Branch, and Poppy. Until Emerald caught Holly by surprise and cornered her.

Emerald: It was a good run Holly, but there ain't nowhere to go now.

Holly: Well I sure did have fun, sweetheart. Now go get em!

Holly giggled in excitement before Emerald planted a small kiss on her cheek, freezing her in place. He then set off to tag the last two survivors.

Branch: Poppy, I don't know how much longer we can keep this up. I'm losing steam.

Poppy: Come on Branch! We can do this! You and me, Team Broppy all the way right!?

Branch couldn't respond, due to him being tagged on the back by Emerald's hair.

Poppy: Branch! Nooooooooo! Gosh this is fun!

Emerald: I'll tell you what Queen Poppy, you really made me work up a sweat. I haven't had this much fun in the longest of times! I reckon you do know how to make a troll feel welcome.

Poppy: That's all I ever wanted. Good game!

And with the last tag, the game was over.

#trolls #trollstopia #writing #fic #trolls poppy #trolls branch #trolls holly darlin #poppy #branch #holly darlin #trollsona #trolls oc #dreamworks trolls #oc x canon #trollsona x canon #broppy #emerald waters

[enha-stars]

in case u missed the face reveal tee hee (i'm not even playing this is the only good picture i have of myself)

BELLA ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️❔❔❔❗️❗️❗️ YOU ARE SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIE OH MY GOSH??? YOURE SO PRETTY WHAT THE HELL

#remind me to never miss a face reveal AGAIN #BECAUSE ?????? #YOU ARE SO CUTE BRO #YOUR EYES??? MASHALLAH #that’s such a cute pic man #ur so pretty #won and jay stans are all so pretty #how are you my love #lemme give u a kiss #arabella! #enha!asks