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cosmic-kaden · 24 days

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{breathe me in, calm me down.}

Ship: Matt x Kaden

Words: 1,570

cw: **Mentions of irrational anger. (I hc that Matt has bipolar like me so I'm using my own experiences with it. p r o j e c t i n g but it's not descriptive or anything! this is like.. after he rages and he's just pissy now) other than that WE GET KISSEY! SDLFKJDSLKF

Notes (to Matt!): Happy Birthday baby~ Today was the day that I was suppose to introduce you as my joke f/o, you were going to be a chaotic guy who took over my blog and then promptly exit by the end of the day but I thought about you too much and I actually ended up falling in love with you… and now you're someone so incredibly dear and I love you with all of my heart. I'm glad you're staying with me from now till forever~ <3

Hey, if you don't self-ship please DNI, nothing against ya, I just got anxiety lol || ok 2 rb

Seething. Livid. Mad. Pissed. Angry. He couldn't calm down. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't for the life of him find any type of inner peace, if someone spoke to him he would snap loudly at them, his anger was explosive and no one dared to get into his path when he was like this. There was really no telling how he would react to anything.

Kaden was blissfully unaware of this, that was until one of their co-workers came to them and told them that everyone was basically finding a place to get away from their boyfriend. Kaden was quickly informed that Matt was on a rampage. Something set him off and now there was no calming him down.

Kaden was quick to push back in their chair and stand to their feet. "Where is he?" Kaden had planned on seeing him later but given the situation, they knew it would be better for everyone if they saw him now. They hated seeing Matt so upset or hearing about how upset he could get. It always left a pang in their chest. He had gotten better over the time they started dating but much like themselves, they would have their days where they couldn't be calm.

Their co-worker told them he was stomping around near the medbay and Kaden was quick to drop everything they were doing and headed off in that direction. they walked as quickly as their feet would take them and once they got there, sure enough, there Matt was, sitting down, leg bouncing a million miles per minute, hands balled tightly into fists, he was breathing heavily and his brows were furrowed. He was pissed off.

Anyone who looked at him was in for it, that was the thing with Matt when he got mad, he got mad and he didn't care who it was on the other end of receiving his anger, everyone except one. It wasn't as if he liked acting this way but it was just a reaction that he hadn't learned to really control before, he was always like that but ever since he started dating Kaden, he wanted to try and better himself, not just for Kaden but for him too. He hated feeling like a walking slab of stress and tension.

"Matt..?" Kaden spoke softly as they walked up to him and he instantly stood to his feet, his body tensed and he clamped his jaw shut. Great now he was also feeling anxious, if he ever say something out of anger at them he would never be able to live with himself. The thought of hurting the one person he cared so much for made his stomach turn and his heart hurt.

Matt never wanted to lash out at Kaden so usually when his anger got this bad he would try to find a spot where they couldn't find him until he calmed down unfortunately they were able to locate him which only pissed him off more because now he was wondering who the fuck said something to them and why they thought it was a good idea to send Kaden to him although he was unaware that this was a concious decision by Kaden themselves.

Matt walked forward, his footsteps heavy as he let out a loud puff of hair through his nose, he walked past Kaden or at least attempted to but his attention snapped to them when they effortlessly grabbed his forearm. His eyes narrowed a bit but then softened when they remembered who it was who had him. Kaden didn't grab him tight enough to hurt him but tight enough to make him stop moving.

"No… don't run… Come with me…" Kaden looked up at him. "You don't have to talk, just follow." Kaden stated quickly as they started to pull Matt towards their private quarters they loosened their grip on Matt's arm and trailed their hand downwards, gently grabbing his hand into theirs where they interlocked their fingers. Matt's grip was tight and they took note of how he tensed up. When Matt was mad, he could easily be blinded by anger and when he lashes out it's intense and usually what he says doesn't particularly mean that he means each word that is outbursted. Kaden lifted their interlocked hands to give him a soft reassuring kiss to his knuckles. "It's okay.."

Once they got to Kaden's quarters Kaden walked in with him and locked their door behind them. "Sit," Kaden said, turning to face him, their expression was soft and they had a small smile on their face.

"I'm not a mutt" Matt mumbled quickly and Kaden rolled their eyes, gently bringing their hands up to Matt's chest where they gave him an encouraging little push towards their couch and didn't stop pushing, this yearned a small little half smirk from Matt. His heels hit the couch and he ploped down onto it and Kaden wasted no time in straddling his lap, one leg on either side of him.

"Now that you can't run away from me…" Kaden gently grabbed each of his hands with their own, interlocking their fingers once more and Matt couldn't help the flutter he felt in his chest "I can finally cheer you up~" Kaden smiled at him.

"Doubt it.." Matt huffed, now it was his turn to roll his eyes and Kaden shook their head in playful disbelief. He was stubborn like that but Kaden knew they had some effect on him because his thumbs instantly ran small circles on their hand when their fingers interlocked. Despite his anger with others at times, he really cared and trusted Kaden.

"You sure?" Kaden guided his hands to rest at their waist after letting his hands go, their own hands finding their way to either side of Matt's neck. Kaden had a playful glint in their eyes that didn't go unnoticed by Matt and he sighed.

"Kaden you know it's hard to get me feeling like me again. I got a knot in my chest and it burns, I want to be calm but inside I'm pissed-"

"Are you yelling now?" Kaden tilted their head a little, a small smile creeping up to their face.

"No…" he mumbled.

"Are you screaming and throwing things?"

"….also no but that doesn't mean I'm calm, I'm still extremely pissed off but because you're…you. I won't lash at you..I could never do that to you…ever.." Matt mumbled, his eyes reflecting worry and sadness as he talked about it.

"So you're still upset?" Kaden asked softly and Matt nodded his head.

"Well…" Kaden kissed one side of his cheek. "I guess…" Kaden shifted to the other side, kissing his other cheek. "We're going to have to fix that?" Kaden lifted their head to place a small kiss on his forehead. They trailed their kisses from his forehead down over the bridge of his nose, back to his cheeks and lower to his jawline, kissing from one side to the other. Kaden flicked their eyes up to meet his and Matt was smiling a little.

"Still upset?" Kaden asked.

"If I said yes?" Matt half grinned to which Kaden mirrored it.

"Well we can't have that~" Kaden chuckled softly as they lifted their head before dipping their head forward to capture Matt's lips with their own to which he let out a small hum.

"Now?" Kaden whispered against his lips and Matt let out a small chuckle. "If I keep saying I'm upset do I get more kis-- ah!"

Kaden, gently cupped his face into their hands and started to fevorishly pepper Matt's face with tons of fast small kisses. "Muah, muah, muah! Stop, muah!, being!, muah!, upset! muah~!"

To which Matt laughed fully after Kaden stopped their assault of kisses to his face and he brought them close as he leaned up to hug them tightly, his face burying into the junction of their neck and shoulder. "What did I do to deserve you?" He sighed softly in contentment against them.

"You're just.. you~" Kaden giggled softly, their one hand coming up to run through his blond locks.

"I'm sorry…I've been trying to hard not to have these outbursts.." Matt sighed, his voice holding a tone of dissapointment.

"Don't apologize, I know exactly how you feel..the important thing is you're trying…"

"I love you~" Kaden breathed out softly and Matt tilted his head up to give them a soft sweet kiss, their lips linger against each other for a moment before he pulled away.

"Love you too." He smiled.

"Happy Birthday Matt… I was going to get you a gift later bu--" Matt squeezed Kaden and they let out a small yelp, followed by a giggle as they felt him snuggle into them.

"You love me no matter what side you see.. you encourage me and support me when I want to be better…you make me laugh and you cheer me up like no one else can…I can't have anything better than that…You're the best gift a guy could possibly ask for, nothing and no one else could compare" he mumbled against their skin, giving their neck a soft little peck.

"Okay, now you're just trying to make me cry." Kaden giggled softly as Matt lifted his head once more to place a few lazy kisses on their lips.

"Despite my outburst… Best Birthday Ever~"

Tagging: @ama-ships || @dragonsmooch || @heatobrienswife || @lysandreslittlechatot || @kylars-princess || @retrojem

To others who may read this:

**Do not come at me about his anger because I'm literally using myself as an example, I get like this and I'm trying to better myself. I DON'T realize I get like that until the damage has been done so this in a sense is a comfort fic I guess. This f/o is the only one who I'm projecting my own issues to because it also helps me navigate my own thoughts and feelings about it and how I can view it as someone on the outside in a sense. I'm making no sense tl;dr don't be a d*ck lol

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE GUY WHO WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HANG AROUND BUT IM SO HAPPY HE DID! ILU BABY!! <333 #You My Darling;#matt 💞#my writing;

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kmuiyato · 2 years

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Oikawa Tooru ↪ for @krshima – Happy birthday, Emery! ❤

#hq!!edit #haikyuu!!#anisource #sportsanimedaily #oikawa tooru #my edit #animanga #HAAAPPY BIRTHDAY EMERY!!#MAY ALL YOUR WISHES COME TRUE DARLING #I know we haven't talked in a REALLY long time but I hope you are happy and healthy #enjoy yourself today #and I hope you like this #love you <333 you'll always be precious to me #//hugs//

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a-la-rascasse · 1 year

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY GILLES!!!!!!!!!!!! ❤️💞💓💗💕💘 (18/01/1950 - ∞)

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DARLING 💘💕❤️💞💓💗#words cannot properly express how much he means to me #he's the main reason of why I started posting on here #also my first ever post on here was a gif set of gilles and it has exactly 27 notes lol #anyways...... happy birthday darling wherever you are <333 #gilles villeneuve #classic f1 #f1 #formula 1 #retro f1 #f1 1970s #f1 1980s

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folklorianhaze · 1 year

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In Wait

Pairing: Some lightly implied/foreshadowed Feyre x Rhysand, but there’s not really a lot of shipping going on in this

Rating: T

Tags: One Shot, Introspective, Character Study, Pre-Canon

Word Count: 2918

Summary: "You were born on the longest night of the year. You were meant to be at my side from the very beginning."

On the day that Feyre Archeron turns sixteen years old, she's certain no one remembers it's her birthday. She tells herself she's okay with it, that she doesn't want to be remembered.

Little does she know that somewhere else out there in the universe, someone is listening.

Short oneshot I wrote in celebration of our High Lady's birthday! Happy winter solstice!

Read it on AO3 here!

Feyre left the cottage just before first light, as she always did.

What had once been powdery snow, now turned to unforgiving ice in the bitter cold of the previous night, crunched underfoot as she started down the winding path from her family’s ramshackle little home into the woods nearby. Cold dampness pressed in through the soles of her worn-out boots, and she found herself immensely grateful that she’d thought to layer as many socks and fabrics as she could find in order to protect her feet.

Perhaps if she found something today in the forest, if she could manage to take down an animal with enough hide to trade for a new pair of boots — or, at the very least, to earn enough coin to her name to buy some . . .

She expelled a slow sigh, already tired just thinking of it.

Her breath plumed in front of her face.

Winter had been particularly brutal this year, and her little family had begun to feel the strain of it in full this month. Long nights spent huddled around a weak, sputtering fire, their father’s face wan and expressionless in the flickering light; Elain and Nesta bickering over who would get whatever spare money could be had from whatever was left for Feyre to sell in the market; all three sisters clambering into their one bed together, kicking and squirming and fighting for warmth until falling into still-resentful sleep. The nights had grown longer, and with less daylight there was not only less refuge from the cold, but less time for Feyre to hunt safely in the woods. Thus, less opportunities for anything to eat.

Feyre swallowed past the dryness in her throat, stuffing her fingers beneath her underarms to keep her body warm as she walked. She tried to think of soft, luxurious blankets and roaring fireplaces, tried to imagine sweltering summer nights in some far-off desert kingdom, tried to picture herself sprawled out in the sun in a sparkling oasis. Anything to ward off the chill that seemed to bleed into her very bones.

And, most importantly, she tried very hard not to think about the fact that today was her sixteenth birthday.

It seemed like such a trivial thought to entertain — as if becoming a year older were some significant accomplishment to shout from the rooftops. And in any case, with all her family had to worry about these days, with the constant press of the elements against their little hovel, it seemed selfish to fixate on a birthday, of all things. She’d rather not squander an entire full day of hunting by demanding that everyone acknowledge her, celebrate her.

She huffed a dry, humorless laugh at that, hardly able to suppress a shudder at the thought of what Nesta’s face would look like if Feyre actually attempted to suggest her eldest sister celebrate her.

And she had to admit, given their family’s current deplorable state, her birth date made it difficult for anyone to be in a particularly celebratory mood. The longest night of the year — the winter solstice. Even though she’d been quite young when her mother had passed away, Feyre could still see those grandiose parties at the edges of her memory, the manor house draped with holly and evergreens. Nesta and Elain, especially, had always loved those, always jumped at the chance to throw a ball and preen among the nobility that their mother had loved so much.

And now they had nothing — now Feyre had nothing to her name but a scrap of a promise she’d made to her mother on her deathbed.

With the memory of all that still so fresh, looming over their heads almost mockingly, why would any of them want to muster up any festive spirit at all? It was fine. Perfectly fine. And if none of them happened to remember, if they didn’t stop her on her way back into the cottage tonight and instead let her simply slip by unnoticed . . . well, all the better. She certainly didn’t care. One bit.

Feyre’s boots thudded rhythmically through the snow. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

Blinking, she drew herself to a halt, only just realizing how loud she’d gotten. She needed to keep her steps light, as Isaac Hale and the other hunters had taught her, lest she scare away any potential quarry. And where she stood now, just on the edge of where the open path gave way to soaring evergreens and gnarled old birches that sliced against the pale gray morning skyline, any prey would certainly be able to hear her.

Including faeries, if the rumors about them being so close to these woods were as true as some in town claimed.

Feyre pressed her mouth into a thin line, busying herself with her limited hunting gear as she scouted for a proper tree. Doing anything she could to avoid thinking too deeply about the idea of faeries, the idea that chilled her down to her very bones. She’d heard whispers of what just one of those ancient beings could do to an entire village . . . it was an effort not to shiver at the thought of what one could do to a sixteen-year-old alone in the woods.

At the very least, she had a bow and arrow. She may not have a fighting chance against one, but at least she certainly wouldn’t go down without swinging. She chuckled a bit at the absurdity of it, especially when contrasted with the almost serene silence of the forest.

It was beautiful, she had to admit as she scanned her usual clearing for any signs of movement, even as part of her raged against that side that still looked for all things lovely in the world. What use was searching for beauty when colors and light and the way the snow sparkled in the sun wouldn’t help her to survive? Looking for details in her surroundings that mattered — now, that was useful. That could get her to live another day, to see as many sunrises as she liked.

Even if she never appreciated them again with her whole heart the way she used to. Even if it was so hard now, to see the world in the way she once did.

As she hoisted herself up onto the sturdiest-looking branches of the tree she’d chosen for the best vantage point, Feyre groaned and settled herself in for what was sure to be a long morning. The first few watery rays of sunlight were trying their hardest now to fight past the slate-colored clouds on the horizon, a lazy, slow-arriving dawn.

She wondered if Nesta and Elain were still in bed, if their father had said anything to them at all beyond his usual blank stares and careless hums. She knew the answer to that without even thinking about it.

What a wretched mess they all were. Her father, broken and hiding inside their cottage, never looking up from his wood carvings, never letting his daughters see or know what he might be thinking, feeling. Her sisters, lost and certainly frightened of this new life they led, grieving the riches and comfort that had been so abruptly swept out from underneath them. Nesta raging, wrapping herself in her anger as if it were the cape of a warrior-queen, Elain searching for safety and beauty within her flowers and never daring to see if she might do anything more.

But there had been nothing for Feyre back at their old manor, anyway, even if she did miss the warmth and stability, the knowledge that they’d always had whatever they might need. She’d never felt, even back in the height of her family’s success, as if she’d really belonged anywhere. Perhaps she truly didn’t. Perhaps she was every bit as sullen and strange as her mother had always suggested.

Perhaps that was why she’d been born on the winter solstice, of all days.

“Well, if there are any faeries out here following me about,” Feyre huffed to herself, in a voice she barely dared to pitch louder than the faintest whisper, “it’s my birthday.”

And she neatly, unceremoniously fired an arrow at a rabbit rustling through the edges of a nearby bush.

***

There was no light in this place.

There was only a constant, ancient drumming from the massive throne room beneath the mountain, a song that bellowed from the very depths of the world itself, from creatures who had been here since the dawn of time. There were only the wall carvings of long-dead Fae, reveling and cavorting, sliced almost spitefully into the stone of the sacred Mountain by the one who styled herself High Queen of this land.

There was only a barked command from the woman who sat upon the mighty throne leering down at them all, nothing but pure malice glittering in her dark eyes.

“Rhysand! Come here.”

The sound of his name upon her lips slashed through the clamor of the great antechamber, knifelike in his sharpness. A few High Fae and faeries alike cut conspiratorial glances in his direction, a secret judgment gleaming in their eyes that these days, he did his best to ignore.

It was enough, he thought, to remind himself of all that waited beyond this place for him. Of all he sought to protect. Enduring this was worth it, if it kept their eyes away from the one place, the people, who truly mattered.

He clamped down on that thought before it could fully take form, before it could wound too deeply. It had been a good long while since he’d allowed himself to think of Velaris in any capacity. His beloved city blanketed with stars — nearly against his will, he found himself wondering what it would look like tonight, what it would be like just to see that night sky stretched out over his head again, if only for one last time.

You will have that time, and more beyond it, once you’re free from here, he tried telling himself.

Tried, and failed to entirely believe it.

As memories ran unbidden through his mind, threatening to pierce him straight through to his very core, he fought to keep a bored malevolence on his features. The same practiced, calculated indifference he’d perfected over his years serving in Amarantha’s demented court — and in her bedroom. He knew what they would all see as he strode slowly, purposefully through the crowd, making his way to the foot of the massive dais upon which the dark queen’s throne was perched. They would see what they wished to see — they’d believe it because it was what was expected of the Night Court, of his people.

It made his job all the easier, he supposed.

“You called?” he asked when he had at last approached, holding her gaze, refusing to reveal where his thoughts truly lay. He dared to arch an eyebrow, to tease her with that glorious boredom that he knew by now she secretly loved.

A huntress to the very end — Amarantha enjoyed the fight for a lover’s interest.

His stomach twisted unpleasantly.

“I grow bored of tonight’s festivities,” she answered, waving a hand artlessly to signal to the musicians. “Keep playing,” she commanded them, and then, returning her attention to him, added: “I find myself wishing to retire early.”

He swallowed hard, ignoring the oily feeling creeping down the back of his neck at that predatory look in her eyes, the intent he read there.

“Oh?” he could only say, inwardly coaching himself to look just intrigued enough to capture her attention, but removed enough that she could have her fun.

Amarantha chuckled, the sound rich and deep. “Don’t tell me you would rather stay here and indulge in the celebrations?”

The glint in her eyes told him everything. Perhaps he hadn’t been as subtle as he’d thought; perhaps there was a sense of punishment beneath her toying, a way for her to assert power over him in whatever capacity she could. She knew he thought of home, and perhaps thought this her chance to wring the information from him.

He would not allow it.

“Not at all, my lady,” he said smoothly, gesturing with a hand to the hallway that led to her chambers. “It would be my pleasure to accompany you.”

Hours later, when Amarantha had decided she was done with him for the night, he at last returned to his own personal chambers, entirely drained and greeting the all-too-familiar hollowness in his chest as if it were an old friend.

Even this, the only place in this gods-forsaken mountain where he might have been granted any privacy, did not feel like a space of rest or sanctuary. Certainly, it was likely one of the more luxurious rooms here — Amarantha did love her toys to live in style, it seemed — but it lacked any warmth. What did it matter, ultimately, how comfortable his living space was, if it had been so long since he’d even felt the wind against his face?

He sat at the edge of his own bed, elbows propped on his bare knees, very deliberately not looking at the tattoos he knew he would find there. Instead, his gaze remained honed on the flickering embers of the dying fire in the hearth, as if they held some answer within to some secret question, some hidden problem over which he’d been puzzling forever. But they provided nothing, only danced briefly before threatening to fizzle out entirely.

Even the flames seemed to retreat from the darkness and cold here, it seemed.

He saw it then.

Or, rather, he supposed a more accurate way of describing it was that the images flashed through his mind, sudden and blurry and confusing. As if they’d been quite rudely dropped there by some passing, mischievous breeze — as a matter of fact, he could very nearly hear the tinkling, whispered edges of some unfamiliar, husky laugh on the other side of it.

He’d never heard it before, that laugh. That voice.

But if he closed his eyes in that instant, it was as if he were actually standing there. Viewing somewhere completely different, somewhere far beyond the reaches of this mountain, through an unknown, hazy veil.

It was a meadow. Silent, buried in piles of glittering white snow, icicles hanging off bare, twisted branches. The forest didn’t stir. It simply held its breath, as if watching. As if it were indeed waiting for him to arrive, to see who lingered here for him.

And before he could study the details of the scene before him for too long, he saw another flash — the briefest flicker of an image, of pale hands with chipped fingernails digging into frost-covered bark, the grunting noises of someone pulling their entire body weight up. Someone — a woman. Hauling herself up into the branches of a tree like they were a cradle, as indifferently as if she did this every day, as if swinging herself through treetops were a completely ordinary activity.

There was an endless silence, and he forgot his bedroom Under the Mountain, forgot the evening he’d spent pretending he hadn’t wanted to kill Amarantha right where she’d lain in bed, forgot everything except those visions of falling snow and a peaceful meadow on a side of the world he might never see.

Who are you? He wanted to say, but there was nothing there, no mind for him to look into, or perhaps that haze was blocking his way in.

Perhaps he’d simply finally cracked, and after all these years spent locked in darkness and confined to the ground, had started seeing things, imagining snow-covered fields that weren’t truly there.

But no — there was her voice again, and he couldn’t see her face, but somehow he knew, knew with such a bone-deep certainty that it frightened him, that this — she — was real.

“. . . if there are any faeries out here following me about,” she was saying, and her voice was full of sardonic, self-effacing humor, so much that he found himself smiling without even thinking about it, “. . .it’s my birthday.”

And there, before he could stop it, were tears stinging the backs of his eyes, falling in clean lines down his face. He wasn’t sure where they came from, nor did he know entirely why something in his gut seemed to twist within him at the sound of her voice. He could only hold close to the knowledge that she was truly out there somewhere, this strange girl, that she had shown him just one beautiful thing left in the world on a night where he’d sorely needed it.

She had shown him a clearing sparkling with snow — shown him that the world still existed beyond the stone, that there was still sunlight and fresh air and . . . and a beautiful world for the people he cared about to enjoy, as long as he kept trying to keep them safe.

So he spooled into whatever void might be listening to him, whatever force beyond his understanding that might possibly allow him to give a response. And he sent the girl an image of his own, bright and clear at the forefront of his memory.

The night sky above Velaris on the night of the Solstice, dappled with stars over the winding Sidra. The night sky, for the girl whose birthday was the longest night of the year.

And into the darkness, with his eyes closed as if to preserve the image for her, the High Lord of the Night Court whispered:

“Happy birthday.”

#acotar fanfic #my fanfic #feyre archeron #feysand fanfic #feyre fanfic #feyre x rhysand #acotar #feysand #rhysand #happy birthday feyre darling!!! <333

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hopezzy · 2 years

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💙Happy 20th Birthday Nat Natasit💖

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i-luvsang · 2 years

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HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAYS TO YOU, MY SWEET SWEET TAWNI !!! @svtglitch

first of all, i’m so sorry to have missed actually being here today !! i’m so sad to miss it :((( but what can i do ig lol

i hope that you can have an absolutely amazing birthday and an amazing year following it !!! i’ve really really enjoyed talking with you lately and i am always so appreciative of your support for me !!! i’ll be back to wish you a happy birthday in time in just a day or two !! :))

love you always !! — moon <333

#［ my darlings %.#［ tawni %.#［ queue %.#ILY TAWNI #HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN <333

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yamikawas · 1 year

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Happy birthday, sweetheart! Oh, my sweet little darling, I'm obsessed with you, I've had this marked on my calendar, watching the clock, waiting to tell you happy birthday for MONTHS now! I've been counting down the SECONDS! This is your special day, and you are MY special little cupcake! So of course, I would have to send you a birthday message! Tonight, I'll watch you extra as you sleep, watching you dream, as our own little party! Just for the two of us <3 I can't wait!

See you then <3

~ Your Yoomie 🎂

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THANK U YOOMIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ;///;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AKAJSJSJFSJKDJFKDNFDGDJCBJFHF THANK U SO MUCH A BIRTHDAY MESSAGE FROMNU MEANS THE WORLD AND MORE TO ME I LOVE U SO MUCH<<333<3<3<3<<33<3&3<33<3<3<3<33<3<3<3<33<3<3<3333<3<3<3<3PLEASE WATCH OVER ME AS MUCH AS YOU LIKE AND MAYBE EVEN COME IN AND CUDDLE ME TO SLEEP IF U WANT THATD MAKE A NICE BIRTHDAY GIFT I THINK HEHE

#IM.AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA YOOMIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE<<3<3<333<3<3<3<<<<3<3<3_÷<÷_÷3<3<3<<3_÷×^÷&^#EVEN JUST YOUR PRESENCE IS A GIFT TO ME MY LOVE<3<3<3<3<3<3<33<<3<<3<333<3<3<3<<3<3<<<3<<<3<333<333333<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<33<3<3<3 #MAYBE WE CAN PLAY VIDEO GAMES AND CUDDLE UNDER THE WARM BLANKETS AND EAT CANDY TOGETHER..........................#OR U CAN JUST WATCH ME FROM OUTSIDE AND TAKE PICTURES OF ME ITS THE INSANITY THAT COUNTS<3<3<3 #BUT CUDDLES.......BUT INSANITY..............BUT CUDDLES....................BUT INSANITY...............................#SOLUTION: KIDNAP ME AND SMOTHER ME IN CUDDLES AND KEEP ME TIED UP SO I LITERALLY CANT ESCAPE YOUR AFFECTION #CUDDLES A N D INSANITY<3 #IM LITERALLY SO.SO THINKING.I CAN NOT STOP THINKING #I THINK I DESERVE ALL THE CUDDLES AND INSANITY PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE BC IT IS MY BIRTHDAY OK<3 #AND I WANT.KISSIES..............................................#BASICALLY I DONT NEED A PHYSICAL GIFT I JUST WANT AFFECTION /INSANE<3 #I DONT NEED ANYTHING OTHER THAN MY DARLING<3<3<3 #SHES LITERALLY EVERYTHING TO ME ID DIE WITHOUT HER I LOVE HER SO MUCH OK I COULD LITERALLY HAVE NOTHING EXCEPT FOR HER AND ID BE HAPPY #I DONT NEED ANYTHING ELSE OK I ONLY NEED HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER H E R #JUST HER.FOREVER💓❣⚡💖🧡💚💜💘💕💌⚠️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💞💋❤💛💓💝⚡🌠🌩🌈✨🍋⚠️💙💌💚💟💚💗💘❣💫🌼💕💙💜🌻🧡🌈💖💓💋⚡💞🌩⚠️🌠🍋💙💞❤#I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.NORMAL

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magicshop · 2 days

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seokjin + iconic solo performances for @cordiallyfuturedwight ♡ [cr. namuspromised]

#btsgif #btsedit #seokjin #kim seokjin #jin #bangtan #bts #mine #mine:gifs #mine:ksj #cordiall #cordiallyfuturedwight #annie #annietrack #rjshope #userp #userpat #raplineuser #useremmeline #i didn't have a lot of time but i hope you still like this #and that i've queued this for an appropriate time fjfgfjg #HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAREST KAYLA<333333333 #I hope you have the loveliest and most wonderful day #you are a bright light in this fandom and i am so happy to have met you #and for the privilege of enjoying your beautiful sets and flirting with you all the time <333 #you make me feel warm and i want to smooch your face!!!! meet me at the park i'll be the one on one knee :((((#i'll have my picnic basket ready this time<3 #(btw i hope you appreciate the fact that i had to rewatch the astronaut multiple times to make this #and i cried every time<3)#happy birthday darling<3

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Hi lovie could you write an insta au where y/n is dating harry but she isn't famous (like not a youtuber or celeb just v lowkey) and maybe he has a priv account where he interacts w her post but one day he makes the mistake of liking and commenting on his main account and fans find it. Thank youuuu if you do this

aahhh love this idea of secret socials!!! hope you enjoy this. thank u for the anon <3333

private life | harry lewis

summary: y/n lives a private life with harry until one day he forgets to change his account and fans finds out about their relationship

face claim: fayegreenwoody

harry's finsta in the ig au : haroldinho , y/n's account is public <333

y/nslife posted a photo!

liked by yourfriend1 & 340 others! y/nslife oui oui i'm in france

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yourfriend1 the only person that could suit mustard yellow ↳y/nslife too kind lovely xxx

yourfriend2 bonjouuur pretty girl ↳y/nslife merci my darling xxx

haroldinho mustard is my new favourite colour ↳y/nslife said no one ever....

sidemenupdates posted a photo!

liked by w2slover & 19,203 others! sidemenupdates W2S pictured with a fan today in France!

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harrylewislover he is soooo fit omg

harryfan1 rare harry pic with a fan>>>

w2slover new sidemen vid in france????

sidemenlover123 apparently the fan said he was with some girl walking around paris ↳harryfan2 probs just an assistant or something

y/nslife posted a photo!

liked by yourfriend1 & 321 others! y/nslife back to london life :(

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yourfriend1 never seen someone so excited to get on the tube ↳y/nslife just love public transport xxx

yourfriend2 omg back on the hot girl runs ↳y/nslife H has dragged me into doing 75 hard with him

haroldinho day 1 of 75 cmoooon legend ↳y/nslife i hate you btw ↳haroldinho you love me :)

y/nslife posted a photo!

liked by yourfriend1 & 392 others! y/nslife bored waiting for the boyf to come pick me up

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yourfriend1 you beauty ↳y/nslife love you!!!

yourfriend2 if harry doesn't come pick u up i bloody will ↳y/nslife please do xxx

haroldinho so fit ↳y/nslife hurry up ↳haroldinho nearly there princess

y/nslife posted a photo!

liked by yourfriend1 & 431 others! y/nslife birthday weekend away with my lover

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yourfriend1 happy birthday you legend xxx ↳y/nslife thank you!!!

yourfriend2 prettiest bday girl ever ↳y/nslife too kind!!!

wroetoshaw love you doll ↳y/nslife oh for fuck sakes harry wrong account ↳wroetoshaw i've had a stinker

w2sloveer omg wtf w2s commented???

harryfan1 no fucking way harry has a priv insta

w2ssidemenluv as if w2s has a girlfriend wtf since when

harryfan2 is this his girlfriend??? is this who people have said they saw him w in paris???

sidemenupdates does this mean all the boys have priv accounts???

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liked by w2slover and 25,204 others! sidemenupdates screenshot taken from y/nslife which shows harry commenting. w2s has a girlfriend confirmed. what do you guys think?

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harrylewislover omg omg omg

harryfan1 i can't believe it omg???

w2slover makes so much sense, this is the girl hes always seen with

sidemenlover123 they seem really cute ↳harryfan2 ikr i'm lowkey obsessed w seeing harry being simp

y/nslife posted a photo!

liked by yourfriend1 & 331 others! y/nslife cheers harry, officially a private account now :)

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yourfriend1 lmao harry's in the dog house ↳y/nslife he's such an idiot

yourfriend2 hahha good luck getting out of this one @ wroetoshaw ↳y/nslife no sympathy for him

haroldinho sorry sorry sorry ↳y/nslife so now you wanna use the right account ↳haroldinho oh nelly

sidemenupdates posted a photo!

liked by w2slover & 18,230 others! sidemenupdates screenshotted these off of y/n’s insta before she went private. Think they've been together for 4+ years from how far the pics go back! What do you guys think?

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w2slover surprised she stayed hidden for that long

harryfan2 how tf did noone know or even find his private account

sidemenlover she's really pretty

harryfan1 they seem really cute shame they don't post publically :(

harryfan5 give them their privacy guys xxx

harryfan6 so this is who he goes w on all those 'solo' trips he's talking about on side cast lmao

a/n: hope this was ok!!!! still working on my harry full length fic but couldn't help but do this cute little anon request. made this in 20 mins so hope its not too rushed xxx

#w2s #wroetoshaw #w2s x reader #harry wroetoshaw #harry lewis #harry w2s #sidemen #w2s fic #w2s imagine #wroetoshaw imagine #wroetoshaw oneshot #hollytoshaw #chris md #arthurtv #sidemen x reader #ksi #miniminter #tobjizzle #behzinga

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euphoricfilter · 1 year

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hi <33 i just read your yandere jeongguk fic and immediately rushed to see if your requests are still open. (i'm thanking all the gods and the stars that they are😭)

you're so talented and creative, and i'm really hoping you'll accept my prompt. if you're willing, could you please write a non-idol smutty, possessive and jealous yoongi fic?? maybe with a slight age gap? thank you for sharing all your work with us!! have a great day/night <333

𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭:

pairing: brothers best friend! yoongi x f. reader

genre: fluff || pwp || non-idol au || age-gap au || brother’s best friend au ||

summary: your brother’s best friend isn’t too happy when you come home with a lipstick stain on your chest, and has no issue about reminding you who you truly belong to.

word count: 2.8k

tags/ warnings: porn without plot, fluff, secret relationship, mild age-gap (5-6 years) smut in the forms of: oral (f. receiving), fingering, unprotected penetrative sex (this is fiction, don’t be stupid), breeding kink (but she’s on the pill so no babies yet), exhibitionalism? kinda because they fuck in the living room with other people in the house, multiple orgasms, creampie, cockwarming by the fire

notes: thank you so much my darling!! i hope you have a good day/ night too!! it’s all smut, there is a hint of plot but it’s minimal. this is my first time writing pwp so idk how i feel about it :’(

requests rules can be found here || my masterlist

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“You’re home late”

You pause; eyes meeting Yoongi’s gaze, always calculating. Always watching each little move you made until you were squirming, almost begging him to look away— your cheeks flushed red and voice barely above a whisper. And all he had to do was look at you.

If eyes are the windows to the soul then Min Yoongi’s windows have the curtains drawn shut— he had you figured out the minute the two of you met, and it’s taken over a decade for you to even remotely figure him out. And even now, both adults, you really could never figure out what he was thinking.

It’s the frigid caress of the winter wind on the back of your neck that has you shutting the front door. Careful not to slam it shut, assuming everyone but your brothers best friend was already asleep if the lack of lights on from the windows outside was any indication.

You stomp your feet to rid of any snow as you shrug your jacket off. Hanging it on the overcrowded hooks, evidence of another family living with you as you only pray it doesn’t fall.

“It was one of my friends’ birthdays” you explain, dropping to the floor in front of the fire. Skin tingling at the drastic change of temperature, your cheeks still a little red from the bitter weather outside (though it may also have to do with the man sat before you)

Your brother was home for the holidays, along with Yoongi and his parents. It had become a tradition over the years that both families gathered for the winter break— they took “the more the merrier” very seriously. And it wasn’t all that surprising for one of your families to stay over the others’ until new year.

“Looks like you had fun” his tongue wets his lips, book long forgotten on the arm of the chair as his eyes flit down your body.

Your fingers run over your collarbone, his eyes lingering a little longer than proper.

“It’s just my friend, she gets a little touchy when drunk” you wave him off, lipstick stain smudging under your thumb as you rub at the skin, no real force behind the action.

“Touchy?” Yoongi laughs.

“Mhmm” you smile up him.

And Yoongi groans, head tipping back as he readjusts himself in his sweats.

“Baby, the things you do to me” he tilts his head, eyes meeting your own. “Always a little minx”

“What do I do to you?” you dare ask, fingers toying with the hem of your sweater.

“That’s a loaded question, darling” his smile is lazy, hips rolling languidly up into his palm; short lived relief enough for him to stay sat on the chair.

“I can handle it” you reassure him. That gentle smile that tempts him time and time again, that gentle smile that he wants to kiss off your lips until you’re moaning his name, any thought of another man off your mind until you’re wholly consumed by him; and him alone.

“Bad things” he groans, not missing the way your eyes flit down to his lips, fingers fiddling and he knows you’re trying your hardest not to look at his cock— straining heavily against the fabric of his underwear.

“How bad?” you whisper.

“Very bad. You make me wanna do bad things, darling” he pushes himself to the edge of the chair.

You stay rooted in your place, and Yoongi thinks you look pretty on your knees; maybe prettier if you were between his legs.

“What sort of bad things?” you prod.

“Like fucking you silly” he leans forwards.

He watches your thighs clench, eyes widening a little at how blunt he was.

“Oh?” he croons, “You like the sound of that?” he asks, slipping off the chair.

“Yes” you nod, still unsure in yourself as you let his hands graze over your neck; unsure what to do with your own.

His thumb brushes over the lipstick stain, “You know I hate other people touching you, doll” his fingers dig into the skin, your breath coming out alongside a shudder.

“I told her not to” you tell him, lips pouty. And Yoongi leans forwards to kiss it away, ever so gentle that you fall into him. Early trying to deepen the kiss as he pulls away, lips tugged into a ghost of a smile.

“Yeah?” he whispers against your lips, “Did you tell her you have a boyfriend? One that doesn’t like to share?”

Your eyes fall shut when he presses wet kisses along the length of your jaw, his hands slipping under your sweater; rough skin caressing your bare back.

You tug at his shirt, and Yoongi pulls away from your neck to let you pull it over his head. He follows suit, tugging your sweater off before his lips find your neck, teeth nipping over your collarbone.

A hand clamps over your mouth, moan muffled by Yoongi as he sucks on your skin. He pulls away with a wet pop, thumb running over his bottom lip as he eyes his work.

“You’re gonna have to keep quiet, baby. Don’t want anyone waking up now, so we?” he pulls his hand away from your mouth, “Okay?”

“I know” you whisper, suddenly aware of everyone sleeping upstairs.

“Good girl.”

You flop back onto the floor, hair sprawled out on the carpet as Yoongi braces his arms on either side of your head.

“Yoongi” you smile up at him.

“Yeah?” he leans down to press another kiss to your jaw.

“Need you” your hands fumble with the waistband of his sweats, knuckles brushing over his cock.

Yoongi groans, muffled as he shoves his face into your neck. Goosebumps prickle your skin as his warm breath brushes over your shoulder, your hips rolling upwards— desperate for any kind of friction, any sort of relief.

“Yeah?” he grunts, helping you pull your jeans off, panties soon to follow, and you don’t bother to look where he throws them.

“Please” you whine, hands taking a hold of his face as you bring him in for another kiss, the heat of the fire melting your lips, moulded into one, so close that you don’t know where you end and he starts.

You mouth falls open into a breathy moan when a teasing fingers runs over your slit, your hole clenching around nothing as he teases over your clit. Touch so gentle you could barely feel it, pleasure like thin stardust as it fizzles through your body.

Your hips roll upwards, tempting him to give the release you so crave. You both pull away finally, breathing heavy as your chests connect. Hearts in sync with one another— and truly, Yoongi knows you’re his. Knows that your hearts are wrapped with a think red string and that you’ll always fall back into his arms. His love, his reason to breathe, his soul melded with yours that he couldn’t begin to imagine another woman underneath him.

Your fingers tug at the clasp of your bra, fingers a little shaky as adrenaline pumps through your body. Somewhere in the back of your mind still aware that anyone could walk down those stairs any moment and see the two of you.

Your hands find their way to your tits, tugging at your nipples as they begin to pebble— as Yoongi works his way down your body, trail of kisses following him. Lips barely there, though they feel searing against your skin. Printed in invisible ink that you’ll trail your fingers over later when you’re alone; a secret message left for you from him.

He kisses over your mound, fingers parting your lips before he licks a long stripe up to your clit. Your hand flies over your mouth, chocked moan bubbling up your throat as he repeats the action.

“Yoongi” you whisper, one hand tangling in his hair as his lips close around your clit. Your thighs twitch when his teeth graze over the bundle of nerves, eyes squeezing shut as a lick of pleasure wracks over your body.

You feel a finger prod at your hole, teasing the entrance before he slowly dips into you. You bite down on the skin of your arm as his tongue flicks over your clit, finger curling, before he’s pulling it out.

You barely feel the stretch of a second finger as he plunges it into you, the lewd squelch of your sodden pussy drowned out by the crackling of the firewood.

Your back arches, Yoongi pulling you closer into his face by one of your thighs. You feel him gently tug at your clit with his teeth, fingers expertly curling up into you; the slow build of your orgasm rising within your stomach.

Your thighs begin to shake, clamping around Yoongi’s head as he pulls his fingers out of you. Instead, replacing them with his tongue while his slick-coated thumb flicks over your clit in tight little circles.

You bite down on the skin of your arm as you feel the pressure of your orgasm reach its peak, Yoongi doesn’t need to ask if you’re close— knowing you were seconds from tipping over the edge as your cunt dribbles slick over his chin.

Your thighs to continue to shake around his head as you reach your orgasm. Your hand falls over your mouth, hiccup of a moan hard to contain as Yoongi continues to flick your clit, helping you ride out your high as the white behind your eyelids seems to fizzle to black.

Yoongi watches you tremble when he brings his face away from your soaked cunt. And you dare look down at him, light of the fire catching the sheen of your cum on his lips and chin as he smiles up at you; his fingers continuing to toy with you clit.

“Too much” you try to squirm away, his arm laying heavy over your waist to keep you down.

You feel yourself fall into another orgasm, buzzing overstimulation on your clit pulling you into a less intense but just as pleasurable high that has tears prickling your eyes.

“Yoongi” you snivel, mouth falling open into a silent moan, Yoongi not letting up on your poor clit.

Another dribble of arousal is pushed out of your clenching pussy, walls pulsating around nothing as you squirm, toeing Yoongi away from you— and finally stopping his unrelenting thrumming on your swollen clit.

Your next breath comes out jittery, hand held over your cunt as Yoongi licks his lips.

“You’re mean” you whine up at him, clit still buzzing with pleasure as the soft skin of your palm brushes over it.

“Can’t help it, your pretty little pussy is too addictive” he drawls, hands running over your sides to try and quell the slight tremble.

“Think you can take my cock?” he asks, wary of how sensitive you’ll be.

“Yeah” you nod, hand trailing back up your body to tug at your nipples as Yoongi pulls his sweats down.

You watch his cock spring free, pearly pre-cum smeared on his lower stomach, wet slap making you cringe.

He leans down, hand tugging at his length as he presses another kiss to your lips, drinking in your moan when you taste yourself on his tongue.

He kisses the corner of your mouth when he runs the head of his cock through your folds, cock slicked up with your arousal before he’s nudging the head against your entrance.

“You ready for me?” he murmurs against your skin, smiling when you hum.

Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer and he angles the head of his cock right over you cunt before he’s pushing in. The head pops inside with little resistance, and Yoongi has to bite back a moan as your walls clench around the tip of his cock.

You pull him in further, your boyfriend pushing his hips forward slowly before gently pulling back. Slowly, agonisingly, feeding you each inch of him until he’s buried to the hilt.

You revel in the feeling of being so full, cunt sporadically clenching around his length as he starts to pull out; gentle drag of his cock against your walls enough to bring you to a third orgasm of the night.

It wouldn’t be hard to make you cum again, not when your pussy was so sensitive after two consecutive orgasms. And Yoongi is kind enough to leave your clit be as he starts up a pace he’s happy with. Hand covering your mouth as you start to moan, fingers gripping your jaw and he worried he’ll bruise you.

Yoongi’s hips snap forwards before he’s pulling back until only the tip of cock is nestled inside of you before he’s ramming back into you again.

You feel his balls slap against your ass, squeaky moans tumbling off your tongue like honey that he licks from between your lips as he bends you in half, knees pushed up next to your shoulders.

You can’t help the red that stains your cheeks when you hear how wet you are, each brutal thrust of Yoongi’s cock ramming into you followed by a wet squelch as your cunt weeps around him.

“I’m close” you manage to squeeze out, eyes falling shut as your mouth opens, only Yoongi is clamping his hand over it moments later when he can see the moan ready to drip off your lips.

You’re the image of pure sin underneath him, nails digging into his arms as his hips continue to slap against your ass, and it’s a wonder as to how no one seems to have woken up.

“Me too, baby. Together okay?” he grunts, hands grabbing onto any part of you he can hold.

“Inside” you whine, “Cum inside me please”

“Yeah?” he grunts, “Like the idea of me putting a baby into you huh?” his laugh is mean, “What would your parents say? What would they think when you tell them you’re pregnant?”

“Probably ask whose baby it is” your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him close enough for you to kiss over his jaw.

“Yeah? And whose fucking baby would it be?”

“Yours” you cry, body being pushed up the carpet with each harsh thrust, your arousal starting to dribble down Yoongi’s balls. Each wet slap of them against your ass a lewd reminder of how wet you truly were for this man. “I’d tell them it’s yours” you sob.

“Yeah you will”

His hips start to stutter, thrusts less calculated, sloppier and he reaches his high. You feel his cock twitch and Yoongi smashes his lips against your own, more teeth than tongue, when his fingers find their way back to your clit; a cry being ripped from your throat at the harsh press of a finger against your swollen bud.

Your body trembles, Yoongi pushing his cock as far into you as he can before he’s cumming. Thick cum painting your walls white as he holds you close.

You shake through your own orgasm, tugging his hand away from your clit when you feel the overstimulation become painful, thighs shaking in the aftershock of it all.

Yoongi barely pulls out before he’s thrusting back into you, a foamy ring of white surrounding the base of his cock as he gently rocks into you.

You don’t bother telling him to stop, each electric thrum of overstimulating pleasure of his cock dragging against your walls too delicious to let up on.

Yoongi feels your walls rhythmically clenching around his slowly softening cock; and he’s gentle as he pulls the both of you to sit up— making sure he was still nestled deep inside of you as his hands run over your back.

Both of your skin shine in a sheen of sweat, bodies sticky as you flop into his chest. Your toes burning as they get to close to the fire.

“When are we gonna tell them?” you whisper, breath tickling Yoongi’s bare chest when you yawn.

“Whenever you’re ready sweetheart” his fingers run through your hair, catching in a knot and you wince at the pain. Though he feels you clench at it, he chooses not to comment. That was a discussion for another day.

For now he needed to get the both of you cleaned up, and you into bed before someone wandered downstairs wondering what all the noise was. Though he thinks that can wait a while, more than happy with you flopped against his chest while his cock stay impaled into your cunt; cum filled and swollen. Nothing a few kisses can’t fix and maybe his tongue in the shower.

“Maybe new year” you shrug, “I’m sorry about my friend kissing me” you peer up at him through his lashes.

He simply hums, “Just don’t let it happen again, fucking hate how touchy all your friends are” he grunts, “You’re mine, y’know?”

“I know” you giggle, wincing a little when you jostle his cock inside of you, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his cheek in apology.

And you let him off this one time, his smile too bright for you to even dare tease him about it when the atmosphere was so cozy.

#bts fanfic #bts smut #bts fluff #yoongi fic #yoongi imagine #yoongi x reader #yoongi au #bts fic #bts x reader #bts requests #bts pwp #bts suga

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ilwonuu · 2 months

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༺after hours༻

↴ lee seokmin

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

✵ summary- you and seokmin always get a little dirty after hours.

✵ warnings-established relationship, dom!seokmin, sub!reader, unprotected sex(my fav), creampie??, dirty talk(seokmin doesn’t stfu, pet names( baby, darling, honey), lmk what else

✵ authors note- ok seokmin has just been rotting my brain so much lately i had to write a smut!!! happy birthday seokmin<333

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you and seokmin are currently laying in your blanket fort that you made. you two have your computer set up and snacks and pillows and blankets to use. you two are cuddled up with a random movie playing in the background. “this movie is lame” he laughs at your invested expression. you just roll your eyes at him.

your boyfriend starts kissing your neck softly as he changes the mood quickly. “you look so pretty.” he murmurs into your neck as he kisses your neck slower. “sitting here so pretty.” his hand moving up to your thigh rubbing it. “seokmin- what are you doing?” you sigh into his touch.

“just trying to do something more interesting. don’t you think that sounds nice baby?” he’s tugging at your shirt pulling it off you. “yes-“ his smirk is enticing. “good girl.” he whispers into you ear. pulling his shirt off after.

“want to touch you so bad. want to feel you baby.” his voice is low and soothing. he’s shifting positions so he is pulling you into his lap. “seokmin-“ you just gasp as you are now straddling your boyfriend with just your bra and underwear on.

“yea baby?” he pushes his shorts down so the only thing separating each of you was your underwear. “can i ride you seok?” you ask grinding against him softly. “of course darling anything you want.” he smiles watch you pulls him underwear down. “naughty girl. gonna take it without any prep baby?” he asks you as he rubs your leg comfortingly.

all you can do is nod. “i know you don’t have much space so careful baby.” he kisses your cheek laying back. he watches as you push your panties to the side and slowly sink down onto him. “s-shit seokmin!” his hand is immediately on your bra unbuckling it with one hand. “you okay baby?” he groans lowly. you just nod into his neck as you start rocking your hips against him.

“fuck baby. taking it so good. such a good girl.” his eyes not leaving your figure as you slowly ride him in the dim light. the faint show playing along with you and your boyfriends needy noises.

“s-so deep seok i can’t-“ your hips slowly down. “too deep honey? i know you can take it.” he fucks his hips into you. “o-oh fuck baby feels so good.” his moans turning more desperate for you. “s-seokmin too much-.” he shakes his head. “too much? no no my pretty girl can take it. i know you can.” he rubs some of your hair back.

“darling you’re so wet.” his moans getting louder as he watches your boobs bounce with every thrust he gives you. “seok- im gonna cum oh fuck!” his thrusts getting more sloppy as he fucks into you. “cum b-baby i need to see you. where do you want me to cum darling?” he asks so casually as his words make you cum. “ins-inside seok please.” he complies his cum quickly shooting into you.

“fuck baby look at you. my good girl. took it so well.” his hips slowing down as he comes down from him high. “l-love you seok.” you say through breathy moans laying against his chest. “love you too darling.” he smiles holding you in his arms.

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