#i am onto something istfg

[roman--rambles]

Okay so Garcia wants to know what happened to Princess Diana Spencer

Diana --> Diana Reid

Spencer --> Spencer Reid

The writers are obsessed with Lady Di change my mind

#criminal minds #penelope garcia #garcia #lady di #diana spencer #princess diana #diana reid #spencer reid #dr. reid #dr. spencer reid #i am onto something istfg #I LOVE LADY DI

[borathae]

"Yoongi can’t talk right now. He is so ruined and it’s only been seconds. This is going to be the biggest torture you ever made him go through. Being touched and licked should have prepared him for your pussy, but it didn’t. When you played with him, Yoongi noticed the spell but it felt more like very intense edging to him. He is starting to realise that this is so much more."

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x Witch!Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut, domestic Fluff

Warnings: switch!Yoongi, switch!Reader, this goes from Dom to subbiest!Yoongi, he is all cocky at first but then turns into the whiniest baby, i love when men submit :), he spanks her casually and talks about putting her over his lap, it’s not in a sex related context but with heavy sexual undertones, she is such a tease when she subs ahaha, and a sexy demon when she Doms, explicit flirting, dirty talk, istfg the tension between them, a lil bit of dry humping, sex spells, magical orgasm control, strength & size kink, she lifts him onto the counter to feel him up, stripping, he sits on her lap as she gives him a handjob, edging, praise, good boy kink, she calls him kitten, he calls her Mistress, begging, sexy possessiveness, messy nipple sucking, blowjob, deep throating, CBT, masochist!Yoongi, she rides him, his big vampire cock makes an appearance, so much cum besties, subby boy tears, his fangs make an appearance too, she fucks him into non-verbal subspace, dollification in the sense that he can't move anymore cause it feels so gooood, this is both the kinkiest sex ever but also deeply emotional for him, you know me there's gonna be an emotional conversation at the end, they're in love :(

Wordcount: 11.4k

a/n: listen besties, you know my thoughts on them. i can't form any more words. i just love them and i want them to be happy always 🤎

“My love?” you say, sitting down next to him and draping your arm over his tummy.

He was lounging in his living room, writing lyrics in his notebook when you interrupted him. 

“What do you want?” he asks, not looking up.

“Why do you think that I want something?”

“You’ve got your needy princess voice on.” 

“I don’t have a needy princess voice”, you mumble with a pout. 

Yoongi lowers his pen and gives a look, cocking his right brow up.

“Even if I do”, you give up, “you can at least give me a chance to voice it.”

He lowers his book to his lap and turns just a little so you are facing him better. 

“I’m all ears.”

“Okay so”, you begin by taking his hands and bouncing on the sofa excitedly, “I’ve been thinking and I wanna show you something.”

“Okay?”

“Here. This”, you place a piece of paper into his palm, “read it.” 

Yoongi sighs in defeat and reads whatever secret you put onto the paper. He looks attentive at first, but soon his expression changes into utter surprise and shock until landing on confusion.

“Where did you get this from? I didn’t show you that yet.”

You snicker mischievously, grabbing his thigh to shake his leg.

“What do you think of it?”

“I wanna know where you got this from. That’s not the magic we’ve been practicing.”

“Tae. He had this really interesting book on sex magic and he gave it to me and I went through lots of spells with him already. This was one of them.”

“Princess”, Yoongi says in his scolding voice, lowering his eyes at you, “what did I tell you about doing new magic behind my back?”

“Technically you said that I knew enough control these days that I can feel safe in myself.”

“Yeah and then I followed it up by telling you to discuss new magic with me before trying it. Perfect control doesn’t mean being master of all magic. You can still get hurt or hurt others. This is crazy”, he says, lifting the piece of paper to wave it in the air, “you’re not ready for this kinda stuff.”

“But I am.”

“What do you mean?” he squints his eyes, “princess, what did you do?” 

“I’m only gonna tell you if you promise not to get mad.”

He squints his eyes even harder, making it difficult for him to see. But he doesn’t need to see clearly right now, to see the utter mischief in your eyes. You may pretend to be sorry right now, but you aren’t. You are completely and utterly confident in your past sins and Yoongi is meant to accept them all. He loves that you feel safe enough with him to feel no fear in confessing to him, but he also hates that your trust in him means that you will act reckless way too frequently. 

“Fine”, he grumbles through gritted teeth, “I won’t get mad.”

“Okay so, I practiced with Tae. Many, many times until I was good at it. Then I practiced it on Tae and at first it didn’t work, but the second time we tried it I was able to control it for ten minutes. And by the third time we tried it, I managed to do it for an entire session.”

“Fucking hell, this is giving me a headache”, he murmurs, massaging the bridge of his own nose, “what else? I get a feeling that’s not it.” 

“Of course not. I did it a few more times with Tae and it went splendidly with all of them. And then I did it, okay so remember how Kook and I went on a camping trip?”

“You did it to Kook?!” Yoongi gasps, “are you outta your mind? Princess, don’t do that.”

“No, it’s not like that. I did it to him and it went well”, you calm him down, taking his hands, “it went really well. So well actually that I gave him a Ripper high without blood.”

Yoongi gawks. The silence between you and him is heavy, but not uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry, you did what?”

“I gave him a Ripper high without the blood, just by controlling his orgasms and making him cum really hard.”

“Stop fucking with me.” 

“I’m not. This actually happened. Ask Kook.”

Yoongi studies your face with distrust in his eyes.

“Go on, ask him”, you stress, shaking his arm.

“No, don’t be weird”, he whines and shakes you off, “I’m not gonna ask him that. Goddamn it princess, I wanna be so mad at you right now. You’re so reckless. Do you even have an idea what could have gone wrong? What you could have done? What-”

You silence him by kissing his lips. Deep and passionately. With your hands cradling his face and your tongue tasting his surprised gasps. Deeper. You need him to forget he ever wanted to be mad at you.

You climb his lap, hook your arms behind his head to pull him close. Yoongi sounds so utterly helpless underneath you. His thighs keep pressing together and his fingers cling to your body desperately. How obviously ruined he is. Just from simple kisses. 

You break them because you know that you’ve got him enchanted.

“Nothing happened”, you whisper. 

“If you think that I’m just okay with it because you kiss-” 

You kiss him again, even deeper than before.

Yoongi shakes you off, “princess, stop that. You-”

You pull him back into the kiss, silencing his growl of complaint by stuffing his mouth with your tongue. His fingers twist your jumper at the back, his throat produces a small keen of helplessness. His tongue tangles with yours. He couldn’t even control it happening. It was instinct. 

Your fingers begin scratching him behind his ear. He’s sensitive there, resulting in his chest to rub against yours as he arches his back. 

He’s distracted. Good. Your plan has worked. 

You break the kiss again, basking in the desperate sigh he lets out. His pouty lips chase you. You know that he wants more. Good. He can’t think about scolding you if he craves your kiss.

You flutter your eyes open once you are far away enough that you can comfortably look at him. He has his head tilted back and his eyes half-lidded. They switch between staring at your lips and gazing at your eyes. 

“Don’t do that”, he whispers.

“Just needed you to shut up”, you answer him as your fingers play with his hair at the nape of his neck. You know how much this makes him shiver. He gets so weak because of hairplay.

Yoongi chuckles deeply, sliding his hands to your butt. He spanks you with both hands. Hard enough to make it tingle and to force your body to flinch into him instinctively. You even let out a surprised moan, arching your back. 

“Say shit like that again and I’ll put you over my lap”, he warns, rubbing the tender spots on your pulsating buttocks, “understood?”

“You’re being unreasonable”, you argue, earning yourself another spank. You had hoped that it would. It burns so good, making you sigh his name. 

“Are we understood?” he stresses as his big, manly hands rub your tender flesh. His touch feels addictive. 

“Yes”, you get out, “yes, we’re understood.”

“Good girl. I like you so much better when you listen”, he praises and runs his hands along your waist. Up and down, back and forth. His touch feels like electricity on your skin. 

“Yoongi”, you sigh, grinding on his lap instinctively. The spanking made you needy, “Yoongi, I wanna try the spell on you.”

His touch stops. Silence. His eyes are widened as he stares at you.

“I’m sorry?” he gets out.

“I wanna do it with you.” 

“Why do you wanna do that?” Yoongi gasps with widened eyes. 

“I don’t know, I just thought that it could be fun”, you say, shrugging your shoulders.

“You’re just gonna mess it up”, he is pretending to be against it. You can see it in his eyes. 

“I know I can do it and you’re the only one who didn’t get to experience that yet”, you try harder.

“I’m three thousand years old. What makes you think I never experienced that before?”

“Because you were a brooding loner, who didn’t wanna be touched, for most of it”, you throw back.

“Wow”, he lets out and laughs. It’s heavy in amusement. His hands slide to your ass, taunting you because they aren’t lifting for a spanking again, “I was a perv for the first few centuries. You know that I was.” 

“Yeah well, then you didn’t experience it with me yet”, you throw back. 

Yoongi smirks. He’s so sexy when he does that you feel your heart flutter at the view. 

“I’m busy with lyrics.”

“That’s okay. We can do it whenever you have time.”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t act stupid”, he says and picks you up so he can lie you down on the sofa. He hovers above you, pressing his crotch against yours, “you’re so fucking wet already and you wanna act all innocent with me”, he rasps, rolling his hips into you, “as if I have the choice to still say no.”

“You always have a choice. You just gotta be stronger than your urges and stop getting affected by my smell.”

“You’re a brat”, he says as his amused smirk grows, “fuck, I wanna make you cry on my cock.”

You shudder. He’s driving you insane. He can be so dirty-mouthed if he wants to.

“You can only do that after I made you shake”, you tell him, earning yourself a deep growl from him.

“See? I have no fucking choice.”

“Yeah, you do.”

His eyes gleam in the thrill of this little game you are playing. He closes the distance between your lips, needing your kiss. The tug was too unbearable otherwise. He is so hungry for you. 

You however, turn your head away. It results in his lips to mouth at your jawline. He lets out a chuckled whine, dragging his fangs over your skin without pressure.

“Don’t deny me”, he whispers deeply.

“I don’t wanna kiss right now”, you lie, twisting his hair playfully.

“Yeah, you do. You just get off on being cruel”, he rasps and nibbles on the spot where your jawline meets your ear. 

“Maybe. Or maybe I just don’t wanna get lost in something which isn’t my plan.”

“Plans can change.”

“No”, you laugh and push at his chest harsh enough that he has to sit up. You sit up as well. Your legs are tangled together, your middles pressed closed. “Not this plan. I still have lots to do. Potions to brew and bottles to fill, so you still have a few hours to think about your answer.”

“And if I say no?”

“Then you can have my kiss and you can make me cry on your cock.”

“See? That sounds like a good plan.”

“Definitely, but I also know that you’re only pretending to be against my plan.” 

Yoongi chuckles, cocking his right brow up.

“Brat”, he says, making you grin victoriously. 

“Yeah, I know”, you say and untangle yourself from him. You get up from the couch even if Yoongi tries so hard to keep you with him. In the end however, his hands slip from your hips and he is left feeling cold and desperate while you look down at him.

You run your hand through his hair. Yoongi tilts his head back instantly, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. 

“Think about it”, you tell him, “I gotta go back to work.”

You step back, but Yoongi manages to snatch your hand. He holds it tightly, guiding it to his lips so he can kiss it. 

“Stay. Don’t go”, he begs, looking up at you with pleading puppy eyes.

You really want to stay. Hell, you want to kiss him and touch him and allow him to make you feel so good that you cry. But you can’t. The game of chase is too much fun with him and you know for a fact that Yoongi loves it just as much. There are many occasions where you turn each other on without acting on it instantly. The thrill of denial and the desperate hunt which follows, makes the sex all the more intense. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t”, you tell him and slip your hand out of his hold.

“Princess”, he pleads, but you step back.

“I’m in my kitchen. Yeah?” you tell him and turn to leave.

“Fuck”, Yoongi drops in the sofa, running his hand through his hair, “you’re so fucking cruel.”

You are in the doorframe, looking over your shoulder. The playful smirk you send him, makes him crazy.

“See you later”, you coo and finally turn to truly leave. 

You spend the next hours getting needier and needier. You just can’t stop imagining all the possibilities of tonight and as your mind produced vivid images of Yoongi being lost in pleasure, it couldn’t help but wander to past evenings with him. Shared moments of intense pleasure run through your mind and make you all the more desperate for him. It may sound peculiar, but you love those feelings. Thinking about sex with him is just as exciting as actual sex with him. You love swimming on those thoughts and especially when you know that your near future will include sexy times with him. The knowledge makes the fantasising just all the more sweet.

You managed to fill an impressive amount of potions in the time you thought about Yoongi. 

You made a deal with Maël and the Seville pack to deliver potions for the upcoming blue moon next week. The wolves want to strengthen their lifespan and asked you to deliver the needed potions for it. The ritual will be a werewolf only event, but you are allowed to see the preparations with the explanation that you are Min Yoongi’s mate. It is honestly remarkable which places you are allowed to enter without question because you are his love. It is also very nerve-wrecking to think about which important people trust your magic because they know that Yoongi has his entire trust in you. You are obviously excited about all the opportunities, but if you told your past self what kind of life she would be living one day and what kind of job she would be pursuing, she would have called you crazy. You’re a witch, delivering potions to an established and highly important werewolf pack and you are helping your vampire Creator mate keep the peace between the supernatural factions. Goddamn, your life is awesome.

There is a sudden knock on your door. Your heart does somersaults in your chest, your knees almost give up on you. He is here. Yoongi is finally here. You check the clock. It’s not even been two hours. It felt so much longer than that however.

“Yes?” you call out, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

The door opens and in steps Yoongi. He seems to have taken a shower as he is in a rope and nothing else. The rope is black with golden dragons on the material and a golden belt. His long raven hair is tied into a bun.

“Oh? Hey there”, you tell him as calmly as possible, while your heart is almost giving up in your chest. You pretend to be busy with wrapping rope around the potion necks, whilst in reality you are just waiting for him to make a move.

The door locks.

Your heart races even more.

Yoongi is by your side within seconds, wrapping his arms around you from behind and connecting his lips with the side of your neck. His big hands squeeze you while his strong arms pull you against him. You stumble because of it, but Yoongi holds you with enough strength that you barely even notice the stumble. He sways you from side to side slowly, helping you instantly float on the sensation of being close.

You feel light-headed. Fantasising about being intimate with him made you so sensitive that his neck kisses feel like paradise right now. 

“You were being fucking awful with the shit you pulled”, Yoongi rasps, “telling me all this shit and then just leaving. You think I was able to actually be productive these past two hours?” 

You can feel his voice against your back. You press yourself closer because of it.

“I was just saying. It was just an idea.”

“Stop fucking around”, he warns, guiding his lips to the shell of your ear, “you knew what you were doing.”

You smile. Of course you knew what you were doing, that’s why you did it in the first place.

“And what is your answer?” you ask him.

“If we are gonna do this, I need you to promise me not to tell anyone.”

“Of course I won’t. It’s our secret.”

“Good girl”, he praises and turns you in his arms. He presses you against the countertop, staring you down with dark, enchanting eyes. You feel so drawn to him. You touch his chest.

“So how are we gonna do this?” you ask him.

“Not so fast. I’m not done yet”, he says and takes your hands to guide them behind your back. He steps closer this way, making you gulp as you look at him. He lowers his voice, caressing your wrists as he keeps you pinned, “I need you to promise me that if I won’t react as well to the spell, to not get disappointed.”

“What? You mean that you’re too strong for it? Like you are too strong for the rope spell?” you taunt, staring at his lips.

Yoongi tugs his brows together, making you snicker victoriously. 

“Don’t worry about it, my love. It’s okay to be nervous”, you tease him as you rub his chest.

His frown grows, but you know not to be intimidated. He is just embarrassed to be caught in a lie.

You run your hands to the nape of his neck and begin to play with the hair he didn’t put into the bun. 

“Anything else?” you ask him.

“You’re a brat”, he mumbles.

“I know”, you grin, “and you love it. Be honest.” 

His frown softens. He steps closer, sliding his big hands to your hips. He lowers himself, you do the same. You are resting against the desk in a way so that your legs are between his’ and he can look down at you. Your weight, you support with your elbows propped on the countertop.

The tension is unbearable. Your lips are only a tilt of the head away from feeling the other’s kiss.

“Kiss me right now”, he orders in a rasp, staring at your lips with half-lidded eyes.

“And if I won’t?”

“I’m gonna get my kiss regardless.”

“Is that a threat?”

“This is the truth.” 

You giggle, “oh Yoongs, you are so delightful.”

Yoongi gazes at your lips.

“Kiss me”, he whispers.

You lift yourself. Yoongi moans, parts his lips and closes his eyes. He is so eager to kiss. With a fluttering heart, you watched it happening. You giggle and lower yourself again. 

Yoongi opens his eyes.

“Please”, he begs, cupping your cheeks. He lets his words swirl over your lips, “give me permission to kiss you.”

“You’re so cute”, you whisper. 

Yoongi moves his lips as if he was already kissing you, letting out a pained sound. 

“I’m begging you, allow me. Please.”

“I don’t even have to enchant you to get you begging”, you taunt, inching closer.

Your lips ghost over his’. Yoongi moans softly, squeezing your cheeks. He doesn’t move in. Not until you initiate it. The denial aches.

“You’re a delight”, you whisper and push him away from you 

Yoongi stumbles back, looking so utterly hurt. You take his waist and switch your roles, pushing him against the counter. One surprise movement later, he sits on top of it, pressing his legs together in embarrassment.

“Why would you do that?” he complains.

“Because I can”, you are smiling up at him and kneading his hips, “now stop pressing those legs together and let me get a peek.”

Yoongi follows without hesitation, gawking at you with his eyes slowly getting softer in submission. He knew that he would be the submissive tonight and he loves it. He feels so excited about it. You are such a good Dom and you know him like no other. He trusts you, he can be naked with you, vulnerable and utterly himself and you wouldn’t judge him. Which is why he loves it when you’re bossy. Yoongi loves being a helpless slut just following your orders. 

You slide your hands to his inner thighs, sending electricity through his veins. You massage them gently, never going past the hem of his rope. He wants you to go past. He currently exists for nothing else than your touch.

“You’ve got the softest thighs, my love”, you gush and look into his eyes, “I want to exchange safewords with you.”

“Snowdrop.”

“That’s right and is it okay for me to control the scene?”

He nods his head, opening his legs further. You are caressing his skin mindlessly as you talk and it feels so good.

“Say it.”

“Yes, it’s okay.”

“Good boy. Is it okay for me to take off your clothes and to touch you?”

“Yes, it’s okay.”

“Both?”

“Why are you asking so many questions? You’ve been torturing me for two hours, please I wanna be touched and cum in your hands”, he whines, cracking you up. 

You bounce on the spot, blinding him with your smile. Your fingers knead his flesh. It tickles uncomfortably which forces Yoongi to whine and push them away. You change your grip, now caressing him again. This all happened within seconds as you smiled at him.

“You won’t cum for a long time, kitten. So get that outta your head.”

Yoongi gulps, opening his legs even more. He looks so, so needy this way. And like such easy prey. He even arches his back so his nipples would slip out of the rope accidentally. So perky and dainty. He’s got the prettiest nipples. You ogle them for a moment then look back at his face.

“And second of all, I fucking love you acting this way. My pretty slut, mhm?”

Yoongi rolls his hips against nothing. His skin is charged in sensitivity, his body feels fuzzy. With just your eye contact, your simple touch and your words, Yoongi already feels fucked. Shit, you are such a safe space for him. You make it so easy to switch from his normal – careful and wary – headspace to his sub headspace.

“One last question, promise”, you say, running the back of your nails up and down his inner thighs. Yoongi places his hands behind his back, putting his weight on them just so he can arch into your touch. 

“Please hurry up”, he stresses, hurting unbearably. He needs your touch on his cock. It hurts so bad to be denied.

“Is it okay for me to go with the flow or do you need me to ask for consent each time I do something new?”

“I wanna be touched”, Yoongi begs.

“Answer my question, kitten.”

“Don’t ask for consent, just touch me. I’ll say if I don’t want something.”

“There we go, that’s all I needed to know. Thank you for being such a good cooperator, kitten. Such obedience needs to be rewarded”, you say and slip your hands from his thighs. 

You twist the golden belt between your fingers and open the loose knot with one tug. The fabric still hides him, but you open it. You want to see him and marvel at his beauty. His ivory skin glows golden in the candlelight, his dark nipples are swollen and against his soft tummy, his hard cock stands impatiently and aches for your touch. His velvety cockhead is flushed, the thick veins on his cock pulsate as he gets harder under your greedy eyes. 

“Look at that. You’re already hard”, you gush, looking up at him, “kitten, you’re so hard.”

“I’m so needy.”

“Of course you are. My needy kitten.”

You run your fingertips to his tummy. Up, up, up until you can trace his pecs and down again. Teasing. You trace the outline of his cock on his tummy without touching him on his cock.

“Please touch me”, Yoongi begs. He’s such a good boy with you, always so eager to beg. 

“I am.”

“Touch my cock, please”, he tries, arching his back. 

“You’re such a fucking delight, my kitten”, you rasp and step closer. Your fingers slide to his waist, your lips connect themselves with his chest. Your teeth take his right nipple and play with it hungrily. Your lips suck him swollen, your tongue tastes his skin. 

Yoongi feels lightheaded while his nipple feels charged in pleasure. Every touch, kiss, lick and bite feels better than the last. He thought that he couldn’t get any needier, but he was wrong. 

“___”, Yoongi begins moaning your name. That means a lot with him. Your name doesn’t fall from his lips often. Only when he feels deeply and overwhelmingly emotional. Being pushed deeper and deeper into the safest, most pleasurable subspace is definitely one of the most intense emotions he can experience. Your name feels like relief during those moments, your syllables taste like candy on his tongue. 

You switch sides. You are a very fair Dom after all. His nipples need to be worshiped equally. He has such a pretty pair of them. Once his left nipple feels as swollen as his right, you lift your head. 

His cheeks are flushed. He is breathing heavily. Your thumbs stay on his nipples, rolling circles into them.

“Be my good kitty and take off your rope”, you order him. 

Yoongi obeys. The rope falls onto the countertop and stays there.

“There we go. Look at you.”

Yoongi is entirely naked while you are still dressed. If his past self could see him right now, he would actively make sure never to meet you just so he doesn’t have to get naked in such a demeaning way. But Yoongi isn’t his past anymore. Yoongi is in love and he is happy and he found his safe home with you, which means that being naked while you were dressed feels good to him. Maybe even empowering because of how incredibly smitten you look. 

“I want to worship you for hours, my love”, you tell him as you run your hands over his torso.

“Because I’m beautiful?” he asks shyly, earning himself your eye contact.

“Say that again.”

“Do you want to worship me because I’m beautiful?”

Your heart does somersaults in your chest.

“Do you think that you’re beautiful?” you can barely get the words out.

“Yes”, he whispers, lowering his head shyly. 

“Holy shit”, you press out. Your hands cradle his face, your eyes sparkle as you make him look at you, “holy shit, Yoongi my love. You, you never said that- you, oh god, are so beautiful, oh my love”, you choke out and squeeze his cheeks. 

Yoongi feels great. Nothing hurts. Except his cock. Oh god, he is thinking of it again.

“Can you touch my cock?” he begs, “please, I was a good boy”, and he bargains.

“I can, just not here. Follow me, my love”, you say and take his hands to tug him off the countertop. 

He hops off and follows you to the sofa. You twirl and fall, tugging him down with you by his hips. Yoongi stumbles and falls onto your lap, gawking at you with widened eyes.

“What the hell?” he says.

“You like it?”

“Why should I, I like it? You tugged me down and that’s it.”

“No, I meant do you like this?” you ask him and wrap your hand around his cock to jerk him off. 

Yoongi gasps, writhing desperately as his legs squeeze around your thighs. His eyes widen for just a second before his lids flutter and a breathy "ah" slips past his lips.

The first touch won’t ever lose its spark. Yoongi has to moan again because all the mental and physical teasing made him unbearably sensitive. 

You place your unoccupied hand on the small of his back and tilt his hips so his cock thrusts into your palm. Then you continue your rhythm, running your skilled hand up and down his entire length.

“Do you like this? Mhm?” you repeat your question.

“Yeah”, Yoongi gets out, writhing on your lap. This position is a first for him. To sit on your lap and have you touch his cock. He feels so vulnerable and small in this position and it’s messing with his already dizzy head. 

Yoongi lowers his head, looking down at where your hand makes him feel electric. His tip is glistening in his excitement. 

You run your fingers to it and give him a squeeze, forcing more droplets to leak out of him. The sensation combined with the visual makes Yoongi moan. 

It was soaked in surprise, shock, pleasure and submission with a hint of embarrassment in the end. 

“Look at you”, you have your sexy, powerful voice on. The kind of voice which makes Yoongi’s knees weak, “you’re leaking like crazy”, you say and massage his pink tip in strong squeezes. You have him between your thumb and pointer finger, using the grip to really make him leak. 

And he does. Oh, how he leaks. He gets so wet for you. He gets especially wet when you are helping him fall into his small subspace. And tonight. Oh tonight, you pushed him into it with one simple act. The act of sitting him down on your lap and playing with his cock.

“Look at all of this. You’re so wet for me, kitten.”

Yoongi falls even further, arching his back so the tip of his cock moves between your fingers. He closes his eyes and scrunches his nose. A breathy, “fuck” follows. So quiet and shy only you can hear it. 

You watch him, feeling your tummy churn in excitement. His cheeks are rosy, his pretty button nose is scrunched up and his dark hair frames his delicate face messily. 

“You’re so pretty”, you praise him, “my pretty kitten.”

“Please”, he chokes out and lowers his head. His body writhes on your lap, his cock throbs between your fingers. 

“Yoongi, love”, you speak sickeningly sweet, placing your fingers under his chin to tilt his head up, “don’t hide your pretty face from me. Open your eyes.”

Yoongi obeys, looking at you with droopy, glassy eyes and his lips parting as he keens shyly. He can barely keep up eye contact. It makes him feel so shy that his tummy keeps fluttering. But he doesn’t want to disobey you. Not when you touch him so good and not when you look so pretty.

“That’s better. You have such beautiful eyes”, you say and smile, “keep looking at me, kitten.”

“___”, he whispers shakily, cupping your face as his hips roll back and forth on your lap. Like this, his balls and tender hole grind against you, sending bolts of warm pleasure through his middle. His palms are clammy. You know that it is because of a mixture of pleasure, coyness and the intense warmth his body produces because he is with his soulmate. His touch feels so alive on your skin, because this is how you make him feel.

“That’s it, don’t you dare look away”, you praise, rewarding him with the best touch Yoongi ever felt on his cock. Nobody feels like you do. Nobody makes him feel so good. 

Yoongi mewls and runs his clammy hands to your jaw. He cradles it for just a second then his hands slip to the sides of your neck.

“My handsome prince”, you whisper, “you’re my handsome, pretty love.”

“You’re making me cum”, Yoongi chokes out and pulls a face of devastated pleasure. 

“Thank you for telling me”, you say and retreat your touch, caressing his thigh instead.

“No”, Yoongi breathes and squirms, “please…”

“You’re such a good boy for telling me.”

“Don’t edge me, please”, he begs and tries to tug your hand back to his aching cock. 

“You’re cute. I take it that I can start with the spell now?”

“What spell?”

“The orgasm control spell. Yoongi love, that’s why we’re doing this tonight. Did you already forget?” you ask in a fond snicker and your loving hands caressing his waist.

“Oh”, Yoongi lets out.

He was so lost in pleasure that he forgot the true purpose of tonight. He is so deep in subspace that he forgot the only reason why you are touching him is because of the spell. He feels a little sad at that thought, lowering his eyes.

“Unless you don’t want it anymore. Then we can do something else”, you say.

He shakes his head, “I want it, but I’m, I don’t know, I need reassurance.”

“Of course, oh Yoongi you’re my most loved. Yeah?” you say and slide your hand to his cock, “and I’m gonna make you see stars”, you add in a rasp as you run your hand up and down the underside of his cock. 

Yoongi moans softly, closing his eyes and slipping his hands to your shoulders.

“Don’t stop”, he whispers and adds a breathy, “please, Mistress.”

“Okay. I won’t stop. Is it okay for me to do the spell when I notice you getting close again?”

Yoongi nods his head.

“I need to hear it.”

“Yes, surprise me with it. Please, holy fuck, don’t stop.”

“There we go, that’s what I like from you. You’re such a good boy voicing your consent like that”, you praise him as your thumb massages his most sensitive spot. 

He writhes and moans softly, “fuck. There.”

“Yeah, right there. You’re such a good boy, my love. Such a good boy.”

“Okay please”, Yoongi reaches down and laughs panickedly, “be quiet.”

You snicker, “close?”

“Yeah…“

“You’re so cute”, you say and cup his cheek, “come here, kitten.”

Yoongi leans down. Your lips brush his forehead. A hot, breathtaking sensation shoots through his body. A big, unbreakable knot forms deep in his tummy and his cock suddenly feels like exploding. Not literally but he swears, one wrong touch and he would shoot cum everywhere. Except that there are touches on his cock and no matter how good they feel, he can’t let go. 

You pull your head back, studying his face. 

“Shit, ah”, he gasps, opening and closing his mouth as he tries to make sense of his own state, “what did you do? Ah.”

“See? And you wanted to tell me that you’ll be too strong for the spell.”

He somehow manages to open his eyes. They are filled with devastation.

“It shouldn’t feel like this.”

“Does it hurt?”

He shakes his head.

“What else?”

“I can’t, I can’t cum. But I want to. Please don’t edge me, I don’t know what- ah-”, he stutters, ending his senseless rambling by rolling his eyes back and closing them. His nose scrunches up, his fingers dig into your shoulders as his body begins fighting the enchantment. He keeps grinding and humping and bouncing on your thigh, all while his cock throbs and pulsates between your fingers.

“Look at you. You’re such a needy kitten. Look at you trying to cum”, you say and giggle maniacally, “you’re so cute.”

“Fuck. Shit”, he gasps and tugs your hands away. “Oh”, he startles because of his own reaction, looking at you with big eyes. His hands grasp themselves and move up to hide his lower face behind them, “sorry”, he mumbles into his little fists.

“You’re okay”, you soothe him, “I can stop this again. It’s not your taste, is it?” 

“I don’t know”, he confesses and looks at his cock. It is swollen and pink. So pink it borders red. He drops his right hand and wraps it around his cock. He still covers his mouth with his left hand, changing the grip once his own touch meets his length. He squeezes his own cheeks, furrowing his brows as his eyelids flutter. A deep purr rumbles in his chest, his thighs squeeze your own. His own touch feels so different than yours. You have the softest palms while his’ are slightly calloused from fighting. He misses your softness whilst at the same time getting addicted to his rough touch.

“Fuck, please”, he begs as he tightens his fingers around his cock. He tugs on it, trying so very hard to make himself cum. He fails miserably at it, gripping your upper arm in desperation, “please princess, please.”

You watch him touch himself, caressing his twitching thighs as you do. His hand is so big around his cock. Yoongi isn’t small, he is actually the perfect length, but his huge hand makes his cock almost look tiny. He pumps it around his girth, squeezing out droplets of useless precum. 

“Ah god, shit”, he presses out and speeds up his hand. Wet squelching and the needy sounds of him fill the room. He is panting like crazy, mixing in deep purrs and desperate gasps every now and then.

“There we go, touch yourself. Isn’t it fascinating? Look at your wet, little cock. Such a wet kitten cock, mhm?” you talk to him in your sexiest voice, soothing the shakes in his legs with tender touches. 

Yoongi mewls loudly and drops his head against you. He humps you, fucking his cock between his naked tummy and your clothed stomach. His hands, once grasping his own body, slam down on the wall behind the sofa. He scratches his nails down as he somehow tries to make himself cum. 

“Fuck”, he presses out, letting the word swirl over your face. His hips chase you quickly, giving his cock a fruitless fuck, “f-fuck.”

“Does that help?” you ask him with a fond chuckle on your lips and your hands grasping his buttocks. They are tensing uncontrollably, mirroring the desperation he currently experiences.

“No”, he croaks, “what did you do to me? I can’t cum. I want to cum, please.”

“Just say the word and I’ll stop this.”

But Yoongi doesn’t say the word. Yoongi mewls and fucks himself against you with such vigour it knocks the air out of you. And again. Again. Again. Yoongi is desperately humping you even if it makes breathing oh so hard for you.

“Stop that”, you laugh and grip his ruthless hips, “hey, you’re gonna make me have a stomach ache if you continue humping me.”

Yoongi drops onto your lap, whimpering into the crook of your neck. His hands cradle the back of your head, his body shudders.

“I can’t do this”, he gets out in a fragile voice.

“I will stop this, yeah?”

“Don’t stop please. I can’t cum. Holy shit, what did you do to me?”

“Magic”, you say and slide your hands under his thighs, “now don’t startle.”

Yoongi startles. You stood up with him in your arms and he didn’t expect it. He presses himself closer, whining about being put down.

“I’m too heavy, don’t do that.”

“You’re not heavy. Hush.”

You turn and sit him down on the sofa. Yoongi looks up at you, looking so embarrassed. He’s adorable.

You give him a grin and fall to your knees before him, spreading his thighs for him. Yoongi reacts in a thrust of his hips and his hands placing themselves over yours. You caress his skin and look up. He is breathing heavily, looking so utterly nervous yet turned on.

“My pretty kitten”, you praise and take his cock between your lips. 

“Ah”, Yoongi gasps, furrowing his brows as his cock twitches into you. He is so messed up. His tummy clenches like crazy.

“Mhhhm”, you purr around him, sinking down on him until he tickles the back of your throat. You hum deliciously, swallowing around him to make it all so tight for him.

“Please”, Yoongi breathes and grips the edge of the sofa. He squirms, pressing out another “please” when you begin fucking your mouth with his cock. All while you are purring and humming and moaning around him, making him feel your voice in the most stimulating of ways. It makes him so sensitive.

Yoongi scrunches his face in desperate pleasure. He can’t cum. But he wants to cum. You feel so good. Hot, warm and soft. You keep sucking on his tip and licking the spots which are the most sensitive. Everything – every single fiber in his body – begs for him to let go, to fall into the sensations. But Yoongi can’t let go. The pressure in his tummy aches and makes breathing hard, his legs are so weak that they can’t even tremble anymore and his nails hurt from gripping the sofa. And yet he can’t cum. No matter how hard he tries.

You are at his tip again, sucking so harshly your cheeks fall in. All while your left hand is sliding to his balls and your right is jerking off his shaft. You are moaning as you feast on him, sending vibrations through his sensitive cock. 

“Please”, he begs. Pleads. Whimpers. His eyes tear up. He closes them and curls his lips back as another high-pitched whimper rolls off his tongue. 

“Mhhm, ah”, you slip off of him deliciously, slurping up the sweet mess he leaves just for you, “you’re so wet, kitten”, you taunt, massaging his thick vein and therefore forcing more useless precum out of his cock. It sits on his flushed tip as pretty, translucent pearls, “look at that mess. It’s so fucking useless, isn’t it?”

Yoongi takes your hand and squeezes it. You look up, meeting his glazed over eyes. 

“Need a break?” you ask him to which he shakes his head, “what else? Mhm?”

“I need to cum”, he presses out.

“But you can’t. I know, you told me before”, you say and smile, kissing his knuckles softly, “don’t worry kitten, you’re in safe hands. And mouth”, you say and snicker at your joke, lowering yourself back to his cock. 

Yoongi wanted to complain about your stupid joke, but couldn't because you stole his ability to speak. All he can muster are needy noises and desperate gasps for air.

You take him as deep as you can go, using the position to really push him past your throat’s limit. It’s not uncomfortable, it’s so incredibly hot to you. Especially because it makes Yoongi whimper above you and grip your head as his body slacks in utter defeat. His legs fall open further and his tummy softens as his muscles give up on him. He presses out a weak, “hngnmm” and lets his head all against the sofa and roll to the side as he is staring at you with heavy eyes.

He doesn’t use the leverage he has on your head. He truly wastes the opportunity, letting his hand lay limp on your head while you throat fuck his cock. Your left hand grips his pretty waist, your right cups his balls and tugs. 

“Ah!” he yelps, thrusting into you against his will. His back arches off the cushions, his eyes roll back involuntarily. The pain was intense, gaining in intensity because your spell turned his body into one overly sensitive mess.

You slide off with a slurp, keeping your attention on his flushed tip while your hand tugs again. Harshly. The pain sits deep, but feels like paradise. 

Yoongi drops his hand from your head for the sole purpose of rubbing his own face. With both hands. Desperately. Mostly to make sense of his state, but also to wipe some of the tears he spills. 

Another tug on his balls reminds him that he’s your fucking slut. He throbs between your lips and chokes out an agonised sound. It is filled with so much pain and torture that you feel the need to check up on him.

“Colour?” you ask, massaging his aching balls gently.

“Green”, the word leaves him breathlessly, a small whimper follows, “please let me cum, please.”

“Mhm, I don’t know. You’re so cute when you’re like this”, you coo and kiss his tip, “my cutie.”

Yoongi touches your head before cradling your cheek. His palm is sweaty, his touch weak yet loving. You tilt your head up to see him.

“Please", he whispers, staring at you through his lashes. His dark hair hangs into his face messily. He is practically glowing in pleasure. The view makes your heart race. He is so pretty.

“You’re cute when you beg”, you say and give his balls a tug. Once stretched to their limits, you incorporate a twist to really drive the pain deep.

Yoongi’s face scrunches in pleasure, he squeaks out a “please” while his enchanted cock throbs between your fingers. 

“Like this, so cute”, you squeal and giggle, “my cutie patootie”, you add in a squeak and tug on his balls, giving them a twist when it hurts the most.

Yoongi thinks that you are the cruellest person ever. Your voice and the words it produces build him up and makes him feel so loved, your eyes show him how much he is adored and yet your hands torture him as if you hated him. You are so loving and yet so cruel. Yoongi can’t function because of it. 

“Mistress, please”, he begs and squeezes your cheek gently.

“My cutie”, you say and kiss his palm. Just once because then you stand up. Your torturing, amazing touch ceases to exist. Yoongi feels cold because of it, aching in his chest.

He reaches for you instantly, “don’t leave, I need you”, he pleads.

“I’m not leaving”, you assure him and slide your hands to your own clothes to undress. 

“Oh”, Yoongi lets out, watching you with heavy eyes, “you’re beautiful, princess.”

“You’re beautiful too, love.”

You step out of your pants and get on his lap. Yoongi welcomes you with his hands touching your hips instantly. You slide your hands to his jaw, using a gentle grip to tilt his head up. Yoongi gazes up at you, looking so utterly ruined. Only you can get him this way. Ruined and flushed. So pretty. 

“You’re gonna cum inside me. Are we understood?”

“Yes, Mistress”, he whispers as he runs his hands up and down your lower back. 

A faint smile washes over you. You run your thumb to his lips to trace them. Yoongi chases you with a soft moan and his tongue darting out to lick you. You allow him, watching him lap at your thumb while his devoted eyes are gazing at you. 

“Who do you belong to, Yoongi?” you ask him.

“___”, he says your name without needing to be asked. 

“Yeah, that’s right”, you press out with a fluttering heart, “shit, you’re mine.” 

“Yours…”

You pick up his cock and sink down on him. Yoongi’s face scrunches up. He is so overtaken by pleasure and yet he still finds the strength to press out a desperate “yours.” As if it was instinct, but it’s not instinct. It’s the result of a well-trained, loved and utterly devoted sub finding his heaven in his Dom. And it’s his desperate attempt to show you that you and only you own him. He is yours and only yours and being reunited with you is the drug his body runs on.

“That’s right. Mine”, you praise and bottom out. You caress his neck and begin moving on him. Up and down with a skilful roll in your hips to make sure he hits every single inch of you.

Yoongi presses out a desperate moan and drops his head into your chest. He hugs you close, shaking in a tearless sob. It feels so good to be fucked by you.

“You’re doing so well”, you praise him, hugging him against you with your hands deep in his soft hair. 

Yoongi can’t talk right now. He is so ruined and it’s only been seconds. This is going to be the biggest torture you ever made him go through. Being touched and licked should have prepared him for your pussy, but it didn’t. When you played with him, Yoongi noticed the spell but it felt more like very intense edging to him. He is starting to realise that this is so much more. With every bounce on his sensitive cock, every clench of your soft walls, every swirl of your hips, Yoongi feels less and less in control of his own body. This is the true effect of the spell. Every second with you feels like ecstasy and yet Yoongi is denied its high. He is right at the source and yet can’t taste its sweetness on his tongue. 

He forces his head to tilt back just so he can look up at you. His hair is a mess on his forehead, his eyes are barely open and his chin is still in contact with your chest. 

He presses out your name until the first vowel then forgets how to talk as you slam down on his cock again and render him useless. 

“You’re so handsome, my love”, you coo as you cup his cheek with your left hand. You keep your right still buried deep inside his long hair, giving him a soft tug because you know he can take it. The bun he once wore has long being ruined. You fucking love him like that. Messed up and ruffled just by you.

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut in the most devastating of ways, hiding his face in your chest again as his throat produces the most beautiful of sounds. 

“So handsome and you’re taking me so well”, you praise while you are ruining him. You bottom out, writing your name with your hips. He should remember who treats him like that. He shouldn’t forget.

Yoongi falls back because his body is weakened more and more the longer you ride him. 

You fall with him, laughing because you didn’t expect it. Your hands slam onto the wall to support yourself, your boobs smother him. 

“Careful baby”, you snicker. 

“Yours”, he croaks and gathers your tits just to suck and lick them. He is wet and sloppy with it, giving you glimpses of his fangs and you are loving it. 

“Yes baby, this feels so good”, you encourage him and use the new position to bounce on him. Your clit grinds against his lower tummy this way, while his cock hits all the right spots deep inside.

Yoongi mewls and whimpers into your tits while you feel yourself get lost as well. You are going to cum on his cock. That’s all you can think about right now. His touch, his lips, his warmth and throbbing cock paired with the feeling of having him at the tip of your fingers makes you feel so weakened.

Yoongi drops his lips from your nipple. He can’t breathe. If he doesn’t fight for air soon, he will pass out. His head is against the edge of the backrest, your tits are all in his face while you bounce him. You fuck him so hard that the impact your ass makes on his thighs is audible. You sound so wet. So goddamn wet. He feels it stick to his thighs and run down his balls. Your puffy walls keep clenching and sucking on him as you make yourself cum. Yoongi knows those motions by heart. You always start to get tighter when you are getting close. Yoongi finds it hard to control himself during such a ride on normal days, but today he is actually suffering. He wants to cum, but he can’t. He is so serious. He wants to cum, but he can’t. Why does nobody know how serious he is? He wants to cum, but can’t. He can’t. Every second feels like that one pivotal moment before he tips over the edge, but he can’t. 

“Please”, he begs, scratching his nails down your back. He doesn’t even realise that he is leaving marks on your skin. All he needs you to fucking understand is that he can’t fucking cum, but he wants to so, so bad.

“I’m so close, baby”, you moan above him, caring shit about him. You are just using him and his enchanted cock. Yoongi feels so ruined, spilling tears from his ruby eyes. Your tits keep slapping his face. It’s like mockery to him. He is so desperate to make you understand him and find pity in yourself and yet you are blind to it, “so close, kitten”, you press out, squeezing around his cock, “your pretty kitten cock is gonna make me cum so good.”

Yoongi tries to beg you, but can’t. He doesn’t know how to speak. Only animalistic sounds come easy to him. They’re not of feral nature, but that of a scared, little animal getting cornered by its biggest predator. You are talking about your impending orgasm while he suffers. Yoongi feels so fucking mocked by you and as a result, he wants to kiss the very ground you walk on. You own him.

You motherfucking own him.

“So close, kitten. So fucking close”, you moan as your tits remind him what heaven is and your pussy keeps his enchanted cock on edge.

Yoongi tries to help you, but he can’t. His body is useless. He can’t even get his legs to move or his hips to meet your bounces. He genuinely feels like a stupid, little sexdoll right now. A sexdoll meant to exist for your pleasure and to be useless otherwise. You could do anything to him and he couldn’t even fight back because you ruined his body to the point of paralyzing exhaustion. 

All which still works are his hands and they are currently dimpling your ass from gripping you so goddamn harshly. He’ll leave bruises in the deepest parts of your flesh, but you can’t care about this right now. Yoongi doesn’t even notice that he is bruising you. He feels numb to anything other than your hot pussy and your tits in his face. He snatches for them and manages to brush his tongue over your left nipple. It’s so weak and slow, his licks that is, and Yoongi can’t speed up even if he wants to.

“Yes Yoongi, yes. Fuck my prince, my beautiful, ah”, you moan, rutting against him. Your walls are so tight. Yoongi tries to breathe through it, but even that gets hard when you knock the air out of him each time you slam yourself down on him. 

Your hands come to cup his cheeks and tilt his head up. You want to meet his gaze, but can’t. Yoongi’s eyes are glued shut, his face is crinkled in pleasure. Or agony. You can’t decide. Maybe it’s both. 

“My love”, you moan and climax to the view of him, “a-ah Yoongi”, you whimper, dropping your forehead against his’ as your body shakes out of control. 

Yoongi’s hands lose strength as well. Your pulsating, clenching walls are too much. Not even spilling tears is enough to show the desperation he feels at this point. But he still does. It’s the only thing he can still do besides moan like crazy and fight for air.  

You come down soon, but don’t slow down as you fuck your tight walls through the overstimulation. 

Yoongi tries again to produce words, “p-please n-no more”, he chokes out and tries to grip your hips, “I can’t take much more.”

“I know kitten. Almost there”, you lull your words, sounding so ruined by your high. You speed up your hips, fucking him into insanity and no control.

“No more”, he squeaks and presses out a pained, “oh”, before a sob shakes him. 

“Who do you belong to?” you rasp the words against his temple.

“You”, he chokes out, spilling tears.

“Yes Yoongi, fuck”, you lull as you drag your lips to his forehead, “cum for me”, you order and kiss his forehead. 

The spell drops. Yoongi screams and arches his back off the sofa to its breaking point. His head he keeps thrown back, showing view to his throat and his agape mouth. His fangs are on full display as he screams over and over again as you finally fuck him to an orgasm. His cock, once perfectly human sized, grows into his supernatural length within a second. 

“Fuck, ah”, you gasp, convulsing around the sudden intense stretch. One second you need to get used to it and then you are already bouncing on him again, fucking masses and masses of hot cum out of him, “yes Yoongi, cum for me. Yes”, you growl, using the edge of the backrest as support. Shit, he is cumming so hard that it is squirting out of you and you fear that he might stuff you past your body’s limits. You can’t get enough of him, wishing for him to reach places no human should be creamed at.

“Keep cumming for me. So fucking good. You’re such a good fucking boy”, you moan while Yoongi is reduced to screaming and clawing at the couch. If he didn’t claw at it, he would hurt you. He has no control over himself right now. It scares him, but all the more it fills him with sensations he hasn’t experienced in millennia.

Yoongi thought that he knew pleasure with you. He was so sure that he couldn’t climax any harder with you. You break him and build him up just to break him again over and over each time your bodies connect in pleasure. You know his every spot and how to get him to his breaking point, you know how to keep him there until even breathing gets hard and you know how to draw it out until begging is the only thing he can do. His pleasure is on your literal fingertips and Yoongi thought that you already dragged out the deepest highs from his soul. And yet he was wrong. He was still fucking wrong. 

The last time he felt that kind of high, Yoongi lived a different life. He killed for pleasure, fucked for short relief and found his highest high in the taste of blood. He was twisted and wrong and loved nothing more than the sensation of blood coating his throat. He doesn’t like to think of this time in his life, but sometimes he thinks about the highs he can’t have anymore and begins missing them. And you are dragging such a high out of him right now. Safely. Without blood spill. Two millennia without it and Yoongi finds it again at the fingertips of his beloved woman. If he didn’t already exist solely for you, he would have started to do so right here and now. 

His screaming stops in sync with his back dropping against the sofa. He grows limp as paralysation sets in. Yoongi is there for it. Mentally he takes in every second of his vulnerable state and he can’t do anything against it. He should feel scared, but he doesn’t. He just feels so ruined and happy that he wants to smile but he can’t. Even that he can’t do because you fucked him into helpless paralysation.

“Good job”, you praise and slip off of him, “ah shit, I’m not peeing myself right now, it’s your cum”, you say and laugh which makes even more cum squirt out of you. It covers his thighs and drips to the ground. Truly you are leaking like a goddamn faucet. You snicker at the situation and look at Yoongi when he doesn’t respond. 

He is staring at the ceiling with ruby eyes and silent tears running down his cheeks. His lips are parted and his cheeks look so…fallen in as if his muscles stopped working.

“My love?” you ask, cupping his cheek, “what’s wrong?” you say, shaking his head gently. It flops from side to side without any kind of protest from him. Like his muscles forgot how to work.

You study him with furrowed brows. Unmoving and limp. Almost as if…you widen your eyes. This is the result of a Ripper High. 

“Holy shit, I gave you a Ripper high”, you gasp and press out a squeaky giggle, “oh my love, I did it!” you exclaim and begin kissing every inch of his face, “I, I did it. I knew I could do it. Oh my love, oh I love you. My love, you’re doing so well. It’s safe to come back to me, my love. Take as long as you need to, I’m right here.”

Yoongi is present for all of it. Physically he is gone, but his mind and heart are still with you. He doesn’t feel your kisses and loving touches at first. At least not on his skin, his heart still feels their effect. It swells in his chest and fills with the warmest of warmths. He knows that what you are speaking is the truth. It is safe to come back to you. There won’t be agony and guilt waiting for him, just love and the healing feeling of home.

“My beautiful, handsome love. Oh my Yoongi, I’m so happy and so proud and oh, I love you like crazy.”

Your words have an even stronger effect on his heart, affecting his mind as well and healing wounds so deep he thought they could never heal. When he lived a different life, being paralysed after his high meant that he slaughtered villages, left families ripped apart and caused nightmares to whoever was unlucky enough to survive. When he lied paralysed between the massacred bodies of his once pleasurable hunt, the guilt and pain of what he did made him cry and scream his lungs out until he stopped tensing up and he had to flee the scene with his limbs barely wanting to work. 

And now he knows that once he regains control of himself, there won’t be any bodies waiting for him. Just you. Perfectly fine and unharmed. 

The first kiss he feels on his skin is one at the tip of his nose. You trail them up the bridge of it and by the time, Yoongi feels your lips on his forehead the feeling in his skin returned completely. He can feel the wet mess on his lap, your warmth against his skin and your loving touch on his face. 

“___”, he croaks with his voice terribly ruined.

“Hey”, you speak gently, “welcome back. You did so well, I’m so proud”, you praise, tilting his head into a kiss. 

It focuses his attention on his lips and Yoongi does everything inside him to make them work first just so he can kiss you back. It happens soon. Yoongi regains control over his lips and finally kisses you back and it fills him with so much overwhelming happiness that his body regains control within the brink of a second. He loves you so much and he shows you that he does with his arms wrapping around you and his body melting with yours as he sits up and deepens the kiss. 

And he kisses you. Kisses you. Kisses you. And kisses you without wanting to stop. He kisses you with you on top of his lap, kisses you with his arms around you and his hands as deep in your hair as your texture allows it, kisses you with his chest flush against yours and his throat producing the most grateful, happy whimpers. 

He stands up with you in his arms, still kissing you. He keeps kissing you as his weakened knees drag him down and he falls onto the couch with you underneath him. And even then he keeps kissing you, needing you to understand what this meant to him. What you just healed. What you fucking mean to him. He swears that no kiss he shares with you is enough to show you what he feels for you. None of them is enough and so he has to keep kissing and kissing and kissing you until he finally finds the one worthy enough of his feelings. 

Quite frankly, he would have kissed you for countless more hours if you hadn’t broken it for him. You had to because he barely gave you time to breathe and you felt dizzy. 

“___”, his begs are instant, his lips search for your kiss but find your fingertips. The spot on your body which holds his heaven, paradise and dreams. Yoongi begins kissing them, doing so with his body trembling in emotion. 

“I can’t tell if you’re upset or not”, you whisper, watching him with overwhelming feelings in your chest. You always thought that he showed you every variation of kisses he had to offer, but the way he kissed you right now was unlike any kiss you ever shared. It left you feeling overwhelmed in the best ways possible.

He tries to answer you, but can’t. He is too overwhelmed by everything he feels.

“Take your time”, you encourage him, caressing his cheek with gentle fingers while his lips still kiss your other hand.

Yoongi tries again.

“The last time I felt this high, it was surrounded by dozens of massacred bodies”, he begins with his cheek seeking your palm. You help him find it, feeling your heart grow in love when he nuzzles into you, “I hated myself so much and wanted to die.”

“Yoongi my love”, you croak, cupping his other cheek as well.

“For hundreds of years I chased this high even if I hated it. For hundreds of years feeling it meant that I killed innocent people and left others traumatised and now you-” his voice breaks as his emotions overtake him.

He opens his eyes, giving view to the tears blurring his vision.

“I love you so much”, he chokes out shakily, “I-I want to know words more honest than love, but there are none. I love you so much more than love, I can’t f-find words. I feel so much for you”, he stutters and lets his head fall into the crook of your neck. He closes his arms around you, cradling you against him as best as the position allows him, “you’re the home I always longed for, ___”, he confesses, leaving you to spill tears because it felt so good to be loved by him.

“You’re my home too, Yoongi”, you say, hugging him against you as your nose nuzzles against his face, “god, you’re making me cry”, you confess in a chuckle, “I was planning for the evening to be fun and kinky and yet here we are sobbing again.”

“I feel so much, I can’t help it.”

“That’s okay, as long as we have each other we can be little crybabies after sex”, you say and making him laugh out a sob.

“Yeah”, he says, “ah fuck”, he gets out and laughs into the crook of your neck as much as he sobs.

You snicker and hug him closer, kissing his hair, “my Yoongi.”

Being with each other is the only thing that truly matters and if one was wondering, yes Yoongi will whine about everything which happened once he regained clarity again. It will come by morning after you and he shared cuddles in your bed and he wakes up to an empty bed and a magical note telling him that you were in your kitchen. He will find you kneeling by the couch as you attempt to fix the holes he ripped into the cushions and Yoongi will sit down next to said holes and give you the shiest glances you ever saw on him and mere seconds later, you and he will talk about last night. You will be terribly excited while Yoongi will whine at first about how reckless it was, but in the end he will giggle with you and tell you how nice you made him feel and that you healed wounds he never thought capable of healing. Then you will attempt to fix the couch together, stealing kisses and snuggles way too often as your giggles just didn’t seem to want to stop.

#yoongi smut #yoongi fanfic #yoongi fanfiction #yoongi scenario #yoongi oneshot #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #sub!yoongi #vampire!yoongi #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts scenario #bts oneshot #bts x reader #bts x you #sub!bts #vampire!bts #bangtan smut #bangtan fanfic #bangtan fanfiction #bangtan scenario #bangtan oneshot #bangtan x reader #bangtan x you #sub!bangtan #vampire!bangtan #fanfic: sanguis duology

[imrllytootiredforthis]

u said i can send u more asks😼😼so basically

thinking abt.... making giant boys pliant and feel miserable 😖 soob riding ur thigh because u decided to be mean to ur sweet little bunny - it's not ur fault he looks so adorable all flushed and frustrated - why arent u helping him? he's too aroused to get himself off

wanna degrade him while he's rutting my thigh calling him my perfect little slut - but oh no little bun can feel tears in his eyes and starts mumbling "m not a slut, just good, m i not ur good bun? wanna be good, good jus for u" and u can hear him sobbing by the end while he's just repeating the same words over and over again

u kiss his tears away and say that yes, he had been a very good boy so u help him by placing ur hands on his waist guiding him and setting up the pace

he ends up cumming so hard he holds onto u for dear life babbling "am i good? pls tell me i'm good"

😩😩soob who lives off of ur praise>>>>>

pls there are so many mistakes here but😭😭i cant think straight atp

smth abt thigh riding and soob gets me goin every fucking time istfg-

-idk if it's like the size thing-the fact that this giant of a man turns into a whimpery little mess rutting against your leg, burying his face into the crook of your neck, moaning and mewling into your ear-or really idk what else it could be

oh but he'd be so into praise😩😩

it's the air he breathes, just wanting to be called a good little bun by you<333

i can just imagine-

one night you wake up, bc your poor little bunny can't seem to get comfy, shifting around and grunting quietly, you keep your eyes closed, arms still wrapped close around his body until you realize...realize...

...he isn't shifting bc he's 'trying to get comfy' but in fact, he's grinding against your leg-trying his absolute hardest to stay quiet and not wake you up

well, it's a bit too late for that now, because you're already awake and a broken moan falls from his lips as your hands grip either of his thighs, setting a pace for him

"such a little slut, aren't you bun? Can't even wait for morning, you had to wake me up just because you were horny, baby." Condescending and mean, one of his favourite combinations yet he vehemently denies

"n-no, 'm your go-good boy. your good little bunny, right?

You agree, mostly because of how pretty he looks, all flushed and flustered, red and adorable. sounds so cute with high breathy pants and muttered words, just barely loud enough, going on and on about how much a good boy he is-imploring, begging-you to backup the claims.

"I don't know baby, look at you, all a mess, you haven't even taken on your boxers yet...not even thinking with that pretty little head of yours," your brush a lone finger over his cheekbone and he desperately pushes his face into the touch for more.

"you're acting like such a horny little slut right now~" The words have him moving faster, grinding down harder, mewling and letting out incoherent little hiccups in which all you can catch is something along the lines of 'good boy'.

“bun...b-bun jus' wans’ to feel good...please”

he's close. eyes glazed over, body tensing in trembling, tongue lolling out of his mouth with drool dripping down his chin. "please, please, please."

"shhh, shhh, don't worry bun'" you roll over and now he's under you, looking up with you with the biggest sweetest doe eyes you could possibly imagine.

"once i'm done with you, you'll be nothing but my good little slut."

#i love this #andif you got anymore ideas...feel free to send them #soobin smut #soobin x reader #sub soobin #sub!soobin #sub idol #sub!idol #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #txt x reader #sub txt #inbox💌 #dom!reader #dom reader #hard thoughts

[faejilly]

Whumptober #1: Shaky Hands

Happy @whumptober2019! Well. Maybe not ‘happy’ obviously. This is one of the ‘worst’ things I’ve ever written y’all, istfg. I’m sorry. Shadowhunters 3x18 canon-divergence. #MCD warning #Hurt/No Comfort (There’s even a heartbreaking letter in this, because I am nothing if not on-brand in my agony.) What if Alec never showed up at the bookstore to break-up with Magnus? What if that would’ve been better?

***

Magnus gets back from the bookstore late. Late enough Alec is probably working; falling for a Shadowhunter had rather condemned him to living a third-shift life, considering demons and darkness and all that. Normally he doesn't mind, doesn't know why he had to think 'condemned' even jokingly, not when living with Alec is everything he could have ever...

It's harder now, of course, that he doesn't have anything to do, no potions, no projects, no people, no responsibilities. He's empty, and he's bored, and that second's almost worse than the first when it's the middle of the night and he doesn't want to drink himself to sleep.

For a lot of reasons.

At least today he can remember those reasons, can remind himself that he'll find his balance again, somehow, can believe in that future even if he can't believe it right now. Thanks to Maryse, of all people, and Catarina, and Madzie, and Alec.

Always Alexander.

There's a note in the middle of the bed. Folded up into a pyramid so it sticks out, Magnus written across the side like the name tags they make kids put on their desks when there's a substitute teacher.

Or that was something they did twenty or thirty years ago, the last time Magnus knew an elementary-aged child.

He's not sure why he's just standing in the middle of the room staring at it, why his chest aches and his hands feel so unsteady, why he's thinking about children from a generation ago rather than...

Whatever this is.

He doesn't want to know what this is, but he promised himself he wouldn't be a coward any more.

There's something about the way Alec wrote his name, the lines are too dark, like he'd pushed too hard, so much harder than usual.

Magnus makes himself pick it up, feels the pages slide between his fingers.

The back page, the one with his name on it, is almost entirely illegible, fragments of words all scratched out and filled over, and something twists in Magnus' chest, and he's having trouble breathing.

He sits down on the edge of the bed, because he needs to before he reads this, he knows, he knows, this is bad, it's going to be so bad.

He'll deal with the scratched out page later. If he tilts it just right, the light catches in the grooves of the letters, he saw a 'loved' and a 'can't breathe' and he’s not sure... maybe he'll just let that lie, maybe he doesn't have to be that brave, maybe reading the letter itself will be enough.

Maybe the letter itself will be too much. 

He turns to the beginning, where it's addressed to him. The penmanship's messier than Alec's usual hand, and Magnus feels queasy even before he starts.

Magnus:

I love you.

And I know you love me.

I have to start with that, or the rest of this...

I know this is a terrible thing I'm doing, and I never meant to—

I never want to hurt you, have always wanted to protect you but I can't and there's—

Fuck.

I don't even know if this will work, if this is breaking the deal I haven't made yet, if this will be here when you get back, but I had

I have to try.

You told me you needed your magic back. You wanted to say that dying would be better than living without it, you almost, you tried to. You didn't, for my sake, but that doesn't mean you felt any better about clinging to me than you felt when you almost died.

How could I hold onto you, here, like this, if that's how it made you feel?

You're my home, Magnus, but I know I'm not yours.

Magnus almost drops the letter at that, it hurts, like a knife somehow slid between his ribs to stab right at the hole in his chest where his magic used to live and he can't, he can't breathe, he can't see, tears blurring his vision.

"What did you do," he whispers, fingers curling and paper crumpling between them as his grip tightens. He doesn't want to know.

He has to.

And that's ok, it is, I get it.

Magnus lets out a sob, back curving as his heart aches, and how did he get this so wrong? How did he fail Alec so badly, that he thinks... that he believes...

And that's ok, it is, I get it. You survived before me, and I want you to live and love after me, I do. That's good, and that's right, and that's the only way any of us can make life worth it, and you can't—

Alec's words are shakier here, like it was hard to keep going, like he had to fight himself in order to write. Magnus wishes he'd followed that impulse, had stopped, but it wasn't like Alec to back down just because something was difficult.

You can't do that if I'm— if I'm clinging to you to make me feel better, regardless of what it costs you. I want—

I want my memory to be something that keeps you warm in a hundred years, and I know that's selfish of me, and I know this is probably going to ruin that, but I don't know how to make it stop hurting so much, how to help you stop hurting so much.

I know you'd say that I don't have to fix anything, that you made your choice, that we'll stick together and we'll live through it, but how can I make you live with this choice if it makes you think dying is better than living with me?

You told me you need your magic back, and I know you're telling the truth. So I'm getting it back for you. But I need you to know, just in case...

I know it's not fair, leaving this for you, that it'll hurt you to see this, to read it, but. You deserve to know, if something goes wrong, that I didn't just... give up. That I didn't leave without intending to come back, that I wanted... I just wanted you to feel like yourself again. You deserve to know the truth, to know that I will always choose you, and I don't know how else to tell you, to make sure you know, that if something goes wrong...

I'm sorry.

I hope this works, and I come back and can tear up this letter.

I hope you never see this.

But if you do... I love you, Magnus, and I will never regret that. I hope you don't either.

He feels something in his chest break, and he curls down even tighter, trying to hold it together through pressure, the pain of his own ribs pressing into his gut, and it's as if his own agony flips a switch, opens a door somewhere between his lungs, behind his heart. He screams, and he falls from the bed as his magic comes rushing back in, sparking and flaring between his bones. It hurts worse than when he lost it, worse than when he killed his step-father, worse than when he bound it to Edom and felt the scorched sand rub inside his skin because it was the only way to bind his father there, too.

He can feel that binding again, can tell it's still there, that his father's still there, still trapped, that the fail-safes Magnus put into the binding before he went to Edom to make a deal worked. But there's an ugly sort of feedback traveling along it; it's humming, unpleasant and prickly and annoyed and smug, all at once, and Magnus knows.

Alec made a deal with Asmodeus, the only one who could let Magnus' magic go. Asmodeus is not pleased by it, didn't get what he really wanted, but Alec hit the terms of it well enough that Magnus got his magic back.

Break his heart to save him. That would be the sort of thing his father would ask for, Magnus' agony to feed him through the binding, to give him a way to influence Magnus again, a way to start convincing Magnus that Earth isn't worth it, that Edom is.

Demon deals are like Seelie promises; they can't be broken, but they're never ever as straightforward as they look. Asmodeus would have told Alec something specific to do it, but if Alec confirmed the result, not the process? Alec could have managed to bend it just a little in his favor, just enough...

Asmodeus isn't going to let him get away with that. Asmodeus will have already...

Magnus hears a scream from the hallway outside, Jace's voice, but broken, broken like Alec was when Jace was at Lake Lyn and Valentine...

Magnus is not going to see Alexander again.

And it's his own fault.

#shadowhunters #Magnus Bane #malec #whumptober2019 #no.1 #jilly writes #my sh fic #major character death #hurt no comfort #I almost put in #the letter Alec scratched out #but it didn't fit pacing-wise #maybe I'll do it for a different prompt #later this month?

[yiqiie]

IDOL PRODUCER S2: E3 THOUGHTS

every week, i’ll sit down and watch the newest episode of Idol Producer Season 2 《青春有你》and write down all my thoughts. nothing get’s left out so get ready for a bunch of memes, shit posts and rants as we get through another season of our fave survival show 

feel free to send me any questions to my inbox and i’ll answer them asap!

a/n: I AM READY i’ve been so hyped after the previews i’m finally feeling a bit of the excitement i got from last season again 

start time: 7:32 am

my wifi has been pretty good lately so i’m praying i won’t have to take all day to watch this ep again 

nO

THEY’RE DOING THE CALLS

NO NO NO 

wait omfg yaochi’s mum 

SHI ZHAN’S MUM HUNG UP ON HIM LMFAO 

HIS FACE

zyx you’re a little shit ahahahahaha 

also i love your dimple uwu 

no one in A class ;;;;

JOLIN I LOVE YOU MY QUEEN 

GUAN YUE UWU WHY ARE YOU SO CUTE MY BBY 

wait i got too caught up i forgot to write something

but like what he said is true 

you’ve got people who are already such all-rounded people compared to people who are maybe only good at singing so it’s gonna be harder for some people than it will be for others 

i love jolin so much guys she’s teaching them move by move 

i think the mentoring is so much better than last season though 

i think they focused way too much on like being strict last time but this time they’re actually doing move by move teaching 

it might have something to do with experience tbh 

but once again jolin is the cutest human and she’s my number 1 pick lmao 

hu chunyang uwu he’s so shy 

i love li ronghao teaching though 

YES BOY GO I REMEMBER YOUR DEEP VOCALS 

the poor thing but look at how hardworking 

they’re so nervous though poor babes 

XU LONGHAN AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH 

HE’S SUCH A MEME

so baby pick-a me! 

i’M CRYING 

ZHANG PD LEGGO 

i remember when he was teaching mask and all of the boys were doing zyx neck exercises and it WAS THE FUNNIEST THING 

HOW THE FCK IS HE DOING THAT 

i’m sorry i’m supposed to be focussed on the trainees but i’m mesmerised by zyx lmfao 

dude that is some pretty crazy workout 

balance 

WHO SAID BALANCE 

they’re asking pd hard questions ahahahhahahaha

CALLING THEM ALL REPORTERS AHAHHA

li wenhan teaching uwu what an aesthetic 

yaochi’s smile is so adorable 

GUAN YUE YOU’RE SO CUTE SHUT UP GET OUT 

XU LONGHAN AGAIN AHAHHA

THAT HIGH NOTE BRUH 

yao mingming is so cute honestly 

oh no baby ;;; 

he forgot some of his lines 

YEAH BOI GOIGN UP TO B 

please tell me they’re going to A 

omg 

i will cry 

pls pls pls i’m begging 

YES 

YES YES YES I’M SO PROUD OF YOU BABES 

i really have to get better at names 

wait someone got to A 

since when 

what who is it???

only 7 people went up from F ;;; 

please tell me someone went up to A 

F TO B THAT’S AMAZING 

no baby don’t cry no no no 

oh shit i’m crying 

YES BABE

I’M SO PROUD OF YOU 

YOU DID IT 

okay i’m sobbing i can’t even see my keyboard 

[break while i get a tissue box] 

LMAO ADDING IN A CHEWING GUM AD 

lol the subtitles aren’t matching the sound 

LOOK AT THAT VOCAL POWER 

now there aren’t subtitles 

wait no they’re back 

LIAN HUAIWEI MY PRECIOUS BUB 

wang jiayi you’re so hardworking i believe in you gorgeous 

YOU CAN DO IT 

YOU’RE IN B I’M SO PROUD 

well we already know wenhan is in A 

BUT I’M PROUD OF YOU BUB NONETHELESS 

guan yue my number one pick baby 

HE ALWAYS MAKES THIS FACE 

IT’S FCKING ADORABLE 

istg if zyx makes another trainee cry

NO NO NO NOPE 

YOU ARE NOT DOING THIS TO ME 

oof his vocal power though 

LIAN HUAIWEI YOU ARE SUCH A MEME I LOVE YOU SO MUCH 

‘hold me i’m going to faint’ 

i CAN’T BELIEVE THIS BOY 

jia yi is holding the fcking yoghurt milk drink and practising 

I CANNOT DEAL OMFG 

honestly my heart hurts so much for these boys they work so hard 

LIN MO DON’T CRY BUB 

sorry lin mo crying for his teammates is making cry 

wtf jia yi those vocals holy shit 

lian huawei is such a meme i can’t believe this boy 

GUAN YUE YOU LOOK SO BEAUTIFUL IN PINK 

sorry this is turning into a guan yue fangirl rant 

back to the topic 

damn that’s a lot of people in A 

THEY GET MORE MILK AHAHAHAHAHAHAH LMFAO 

sorry HE’S SO CUTE 

also did jia yi change his hair colour?????

zyx has his proud face on 

casper’s ‘YOU GOIN A MAN’ 

xu fangzhou’s visuals though omg 

honestly the improvement over three days is so much obvious this season then last year 

you can really see how much they put in and how much they’ve improved 

no babes don’t cry no no 

‘my killing part is really weak’ 

SAID WHO 

EXCUSE ME SIR

lmfao no one wanting to perform first ahahaha 

AHAHAHAHA THAT WAS SO CUTE 

LI WENHAN THAT WINK 

EXCUSE ME 

GO AWAY 

guan yue’s smile IS HONESTLY 

JIA YI 

COME ON DON’T DO THAT 

WHY ARE YOU SO ADORABLE 

he forgot the moves because he kept smiling AHAHAHA

LIAN HUAIWEI 

OMFG AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH 

i’m saying it again 

I REALLY LOVE THEIR NEW UNIFORMS 

i’m finally loving the new song 

my CUTE BABY BUB 

CHEWING GUM ADS 

jia yi don’t smile at me like that 

you know i can’t handle it 

GUAN YUE 

MY HEART 

GAH 

NO 

DON’T DO THE PHONE CALLS 

DON’T DO IT 

[brb getting my tissue box] 

okay no one crying so far 

we good 

YAO CHI’S MUM AHAHAHHAHA 

wait someone’s mum is brushing their teeth AHAHA

okay this is just really cute 

NO NEED FOR TISSUES 

this is hilarious omfg 

‘it doesn’t matter if i can see you on weibo or not’ 

LMFAO THIS IS SO FUNNY 

oh guan yue ;;; 

i’ve seen people on weibo saying that they don’t want them to show this bit and that people shouldn’t make a big deal out of it so i won’t talk much 

oh fuck where are my tissues 

no baby don’t cry you’re making them so proud 

NO 

NOPE 

WE ARE NOT DOING THIS 

lin mo pretending that there’s a bad signal so his mum doesn’t hear him cry 

perhaps my heart is breaking 

so is it gonna be this way producer team 

you’re gonna make me laugh and now you’re giving me all of this emotional stuff 

I CAN SEE THROUGH YOUR SHIT 

no li wenhan nope no no no 

i can’t even see my screen 

[break while i get water] 

ooooo group performances!! 

what are the songs this time 

pls don’t tell me there’s gonna be a PPAP level song 

wait like ‘dream’ as in the season one dream???

that was god-tier 

NAMANANA YES YES YES YES 

no one’s gonna beat zyx though just saying

ooooo we have a ballad!

IT IS SEASON ONE DREAM LMFAO 

it isn’t idol producer without some good old voting 

who’s number one pick 

li wenhan?

i bet it is 

LOOK AT THIS BROSHIP 

WENHAN YOU GO BABE 

pls pick a good song though 

LI WENHAN X JIAYI WHAT A BROSHIP 

GUAN YUE’S SMILE IS SO ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL 

4As LMFAO 

AHAHAHHAHA HE WISHED FOR IT AND GOT CHOSEN 

LMFAO HIS FACE 

he thought he was gonna be able to chose his song 

but he’s become li wenhan team’s competitor 

no one wants to be chosen anymore because li wenhan AHAHAHHAHAA

wait my wifi cut off how did we get here again 

oh wait three As in the other team 

now we’re onto the next song 

IT’S AN F BABY 

WHO’S GONNA BE DANCING NAMANANA 

oh the poor baby’s face ;;;; 

THIS IS ACTUALLY SO FUNNY 

before everyone wanted to be the next on picked 

but now no one wants to be picked anymore 

HE LITERALLY FELL OVER BECAUSE HE DIDN’T WANT TO BE CHOSEN AHAHAH

wait 

what 

one team per song can’t perform on stage at all 

what the hell 

what’s the point of live voting then?????

5 vocals and there are 4 rap parts AHAHHAHAH 

i love how there isn’t even competing in their team they just kinda force chunyang to be leader lmfao 

LI WENHAN A GORILLA AHAHAHHA I’M CRYING OMG 

‘whoever has muscles, let them be centre’ AHAHAHHAHA 

THEY’RE ALL CRAZY ISTFG 

this is so funny i can’t believe this omg 

PREVIEWS LEGGOOOO

wait they’re just kinda spoiling who’s gonna be able to go on stage 

not gonna lie though isn’t that kind of unfair?

oooo these groups look really fcking good 

he CHANGXI OMFG 

wait li wenhan group’s outfits are low-key ugly lmao 

they literally just revealed who’s performing ahahaha 

honestly this is really unfair to the people who don’t get to perform 

finish time: 11:03am 

that’s all folks; tune in next week for another episode of mai’s shitposting whilst we suffer through another survival show together!

#idolproducernet #qcyn-net #idol producer #idol producer s2 #qing chun you ni #qcyn #青春有你 #mai shitposts #idol producer s2e3 #series: ip s2 thoughts #text posts

[spooky-babyz]

15 Bias tags... tag... thingy...

I was tagged by @anna-something​ (who claims I’m tag happy, and she would be correct) and @doitforbangyongguk​ (hey hey hey).

OKAT, FIRST OFF: I DOUBLE BIAS JONGUP AND DAEHYUN.

The tag I use most for my biases but really just anytime a B.A.P member is being hella rude:

#u g h #he’s just so... #*positive grunt noise* 

#he’s so cute #like a baby #I just wanna #squish his face #against my face

#*suddenly collapses onto the floor* #*clutches heart* #*SCREAMS INTO THE VOID*

#MOON JONGUP ISTFG

#I'm CHOKING #jesus #hot damn #I didn’t ask for this

#he needs to chill #boy put that tongue back in your mouth

#Layla sent me this #u g h #someone get me a moon jongup bartender fanfic asap pls #he just looks so... *positive grunting sound* #F I N E

#sometimes his beauty just slaps me in the face and I live for it tbh

#i'm weak for strawberry dae #but blonde daehyun does things to me like itturnsonhissexyfactor?um

#I love me some strawberry dae #and daeup #and matrix moon jongup omg kill me

#his tongue his mouth his face i just wanna #*positive grunt noise* #b y e

#THE VEINS IN THAT LAST ONE THO SDFIHSDFKHEARUOFUGAEO

#puppy #uppie #puppie ? #guppie #dat me #k bye

#I'm not okay #goodbye #my soul has left my body

#h E L p #crumbles onto the floor weeping #bless #B L E S S

#goddammit daehyun #that's gonna become a new tag of mine I just know it (then soon after:) #... #goddammit Daehyun

BONUSES (from before I came out as a dae stan):

#.....shut up #i refuse to budge #i am a jongup stan dammit

in regards to Halley a.k.a daestan mom a.k.a RUDE:

#I didn't admit anything nor will I ever #Jongup is my bias #Himchan is my husband #and Daehyun is my baby #that is all #HOW DARE YOU GIVE ME A MINI DAE SPAM THO #c r u e l

also regarding Halley:

#error #this user is dead #iushefioawehfjlabeg #I can't function #HOW DARE YOU #AND WITH BLONDE DAE?! #my eyes went from his eyes to his cute nose then HIS LIPS TO HIS NECK AND OH GOD HIS HANDS #HIS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL HANDS #D A M N I T #and then the second one fucking killed me #done #d o n e #with you #with jung fricking Daehyun #jung daehyun istg #WHATAREYOUDOINGTOME #idk if i'm asking you or dae #weeps violently #stophalley2k17 #right now #UGH #PS - I LITERALLY HAD TO CLOSE MY LAPTOP AND WALK AWAY FROM A MOMENT BECAUSE I SIMPLY COULD NOT #my eyes have been blessed #but I feel like a traitor #weeps again

#I was going to include my tags for Himchan as a bonus #but my Daehyun denial was too funny not too include #it was also long so I left out himchan #not my bias #but he is my husband #jongup #daehyun #15 bias tags #tag #thingy #daeup #how do I tag this so I can find it again

[jiminiecricket21-blog]

I Feel At Home When I’m At My Piano

A/N: SO, I was in a really bleh mood the other day and I was listening to Trauma- which is now my favourite song istfg. While listening to the song, I thought I would make sort of an angsty/happy? sort of fic? This is my first one I’ve actually decided to post ANYWHERE so I hope you like it ^_^’’ Let me know if you do! Constructive criticism is always welcome~ English is my second language and even though I took after school classes for years- i’m not in school anymore btw; writing things out has always been a weak point for me- in my eyes anyway. Anyway, enjoy~! If you like it and want me to write you something, feel free to let me know ^__^ <3

When you play something you love, you start to feel all the emotions associated within it.

When I play the piano, I feel everything; sadness, happiness, sorrow...love.

I feel all those things in something as happy as The Marriage of Figaro.

I feel all those things in something as sad as The Requiem Mass.

All those things I feel swell up into my fingers as they glide across the keys of the piano, my body moving to the melody and tone set out in the piece;

I feel at home when sitting at my piano.

Recently I got into just free-styling the music. Whatever I’m feeling in my head I play on the keys. I did that for so long, I only knew melancholic. Sure, I’ve made happy songs; but none of them felt right. It was as if I wasn’t there when writing them, my soul not into the song I wrote.

That was...until I met her.

My description of her would not do the justice to her as it would to what I see every day. I can not begin to understand her mind and her mannerism.

The way she smiles, how her eyes almost close shut but not quite. The squeak that emits from her voice when her excitement becomes overwhelming. The way she bends slightly when her laughs take over her body.

The way she moves, as elegant as a gently moving stream of water; ever so quiet but still loud enough to be heard. When she even picks things up, she doesn’t mind the rolls that follow from her stomach; she continues without conviction and her head held high when she walks.

Her personality, the way she talks to people. She lights up whole rooms with her laughter and the stories she tells from her home country. She talks to my hyungs as if she has known them her whole life.

And her voice.

It’s gentle and sweet, not too high; not too low. It’s at the right volume and airy feeling that draws you in like a piece of metal to a magnet. It entices people in so they can hear her stories, listen to her sing, and laugh at her terrible pun jokes. Everyone loves her.

Including myself.

When I finally came to terms with the fact that I was in love with her, all I could do was write out my feelings into my ballads. That was all I knew, that was all I could offer. She would never hear them though, I don’t want her to; I’m scared.

I’m scared of rejection, I’m scared of the moment I tell her to be when she would laugh in my face and tell me “Not in your lifetime.” I’m scared that our friendship, which was built with so much consideration and time, would fall apart and shatter into a million pieces. I have never once told her my feelings in the 2 years that I have known her.

She is the sun in my solar system, and I am Icarus; I fly too close my wings will melt and I will fall.

Every time you come back, you constantly shake me.

I continue to play such melancholic songs, for the sake of her not knowing; and for the sake that my sanity will one day go back to normal. Boy, I sure did dream big on that one.

Even if I close both eyes, even if I cover both ears. I can still feel you~

I remember back to when you touched me. Those soft hands of yours wiping away the sweat off my face when I fell ill. I remember it as it was the only time your touch lingered on my skin; I still feel it leave a slight burn on my cheek.

When I just walk on the streets,

When I just breath it’s hard for me.

Because of the trauma,

The trauma you left me in.

I can’t blame it entirely on you though, for it’s me who decided that I would stay silent; that I would never tell you how I felt. Just to keep this friendship with you, it’s all I want; but yet my selfish mind wants more.

“Why do I want something I can’t possibly grasp?” I whisper to myself, stopping the music from playing and letting the last note fade away. Just like my sanity, it fades away whenever I picture your smiling face. Just hearing your voice brings to life this side of me that I cannot find on my own; as if you were a soulmate in another life.

When I hear this song playing,

Everytime you come back to me.

You constantly shake me,

Even if I close both eyes,

Even if I cover both ears,

I can still feel you~

My heart almost dropped into my stomach when I hear that voice. HER voice, the one that never leaves my thoughts in the dark. I turn my head slowly, seeing her leaning against the door frame of the piano room; smiling at me ever so softly.

“Y/N..” I breathlessly said, my heart hammering away in my chest as she made her way towards me.

I was paralyzed, she was breathtakingly beautiful; her movements gently and swift. She stopped in front of me, her hand extended. “Take my hand Sunshine.” she smiled bigger, and I couldn’t deny her what she wanted.

I took her hand and she helped me to my feet. “Y/N you...how much did you…” I couldn’t think of the right words to say, I couldn’t think of sentences.

“I heard it all. I heard you sing, play that piano...confess your feelings through this sad song.”

She intertwined her fingers with mine, looking into my dark eyes. “I hate hearing such sad songs come from your voice, listening to the sorrow of what once was; It hurts me to hear that.” a small tear fell from her bright eye.

I was about to speak when her finger came up and place itself on my lips. “I know that there is a lot that needs to be said, but there will be plenty of time to talk. For now, just live in this moment.” She smiled at me again and my heart had butterflies.

I smiled back at her. “Then come closer and live it with me..” I trailed off, looking at her with hopeful eyes. I believe she knew what I meant, for she moved closer to me; softly placing her lips on mine.

They were as soft as I thought they would be, and it was so gentle I thought I was kissing a cloud. I wrapped my hand around her waist, pulling her closer, my other hand on her neck.

If this is a dream, please don’t wake me..

She pulled her face away slightly and rested her forehead on mine. “Why don’t we set aside the sad music; and make our own happy music~?” she smiled brightly at me. I couldn’t help but nod my head, taking her hand and going back towards the piano.

Her sitting there with me, making happy tones and writing down happy words onto the manuscript; I couldn’t help but stare at her. The concentration she had always filled me with determination, it reminded me why I loved her so much. It reminded me why I wanted her by my side.

I feel at home when I’m at my piano.

#got7 #choi youngjae #got7 imagines #got7 scenarios #got7 angst #got7 fanfic #first #i'm really nervous #my anxiety is going to hate me for this #but oh well #I'm kind of curious if people will like it #I want to kind of get in the habit of writing again #love you all #<3 #trauma #choi youngjae trauma

[thebeaconbrown]

To e/o mad at me for my liking Hamilton

Calm tf down

I reblogged some post about Hamilton’s glorification of white slavers and was like, I still liked the musical and I liked how diverse it was and all the roles for poc etc, etc.

And ya’ll lost yall damn minds on me. Also I can’t seem to engage with those people’s comments directly for some reason and Idk how to fix that so I’m just gonna post here in case they creepin lol.

I’ll try to answer the questions (accusations?) I remember getting but it’s really hard to go back and forth and the full comments ain’t even showing up for me because idk how tumblr works since I don’t engage with people.

I reblog things that I like or think or interesting or think need to be seen by more people. I don’t tag people most of the time because most of the time I’m talking to just get my thoughts out on paper (u know what I mean). If you don’t like me reblogging your stuff then idk, maybe there’s a feature on here to stop reblogs or put in the tags don’t reblog if you don’t agree or some shit lol. But no, I’m not gonna do a stand alone post about my response to ya’lls posts because that takes the context away from any poor soul that stumbles onto my blog.

I don’t usually think my views are always correct or right or flawless, and I’d prefer to have people be able to read what I was responding to and form their own opinions than to go on a random rant like I’m doing now.

Now in regards to the responses:

I don’t think black people suddenly got access to jobs in broadway because of LMM. I really don’t remember saying that or anything like that in my post and I skimmed over it like twice just now (I’m not reading that whole thing fully again, I got ADHD lol) If that’s the impression I gave off then I’m really sorry! That’s not my intention; I was just saying that I liked how diverse the cast of Hamilton was, not that it’s the only show that’s diverse or wtv. I was trying to highlight my point of even things that have bad parts can have good parts. Somebody put something in quotes when they replied to me that I’m sure I didn’t say about Hamilton paving the way for blacks to get jobs or something to that affect. Don’t put words in my mouth. Quote what I really said and call me out on my bullshit fairly.

I liked Hamilton’s soundtrack because it was the whole performance, and I’d read that LMM had the entire thing in song so that people who couldn’t afford to go see it could still listen to the full show. I thought that was neat of him but I don’t think that’s the first time it’s been done? I feel like cats was also like that at the very least but idk. 

I literally am not informed enough to speak on the damage LMM has done to communities in Puerto Rico. I can’t form an opinion on that because I haven’t educated myself enough on it to say something. So, yeah, not ignoring it, just can’t speak on it.

On me not being around many black people because they been talking about Hamilton’s shitty aspects and weak raps or wtv for forever.

Stop that. Istfg I hate that kind of talk so much. You do realize there’s more than one way to be black and engage with black content and people? You know we don’t all exist on black twitter as some hive mind and so there’s bound to be places we don’t overlap?

Like if you’re big into theater and black I can safely say idk much at all about theater, but Hamilton did have me looking up more broadway soundtracks to listen to. Like, the number of times I’ve just been gaslit by fellow black people for not jumping on whatever dick they riding on or not being aware of something that “everybody really black” knows is ridiculous. My whole fucking family is black. I am fully black with southern black parents living in the south. I am the descendant of slaves on both sides of my family what more do you want? What more do I need to do, for you to feel like I am “really” part of my community? 

Do I need to get shot by the police to get my permanent black resident card you salty bitches?

I literally have spent the past few days hardly sleeping thinking about all the shit black people go through and fighting on social media with racist people and I come on here and ya’ll coming after me for finding positives in a damn musical. 

It boils down to the fact that I like the songs. That’s it. That’s literally all it is. I just like the songs. You can’t tell me Wait for It isn’t a beautifully sung song. Because that’s just my opinion.

And Idk if I can’t see ya’lls full responses or wtv, but ya’ll ignored all my points on how creators need to address any racism in the works they’re inspired by. It’d be great if there was a panel with the cast where they got to talk about how they felt about the characters they portrayed and what they wanted people to take from the show and discussed among themselves the dark parts of American history perpertrated by the people they were playing and used their prominance to jump start some really great conversations.

I remember there being a resurgence of people wanting Hamilton on the $20 and I remember thinking that was bullshit because it was supposed to be Harriet Tubman if I’m not mistaken, but also Trump happened so that’s not gonna be a thing while he’s there anyway. I never said I agreed with whoever wanted that to happen (and yes that includes LMM) so what does that have to do with the point of me liking the soundtrack and wanting to see the people perform?  I don’t know why I can’t just like the music without people thinking I’m a diehard LMM fan lol.

I swear I’m so irritated lol. Like, yall. I’m not saying what you’re saying is wrong-I’m saying that I DO NOT THINK IT CAUSES HARM TO WATCH THE SHOW SO LONG AS YOU ARE AWARE THAT IT IS GLORIFYING RACISTS AND ACKNOWLEDGE THAT THAT IS BAD AND THOSE PEOPLE-DESPITE BEING FOUNDERS-WERE ALSO SHITTY PEOPLE.

But I’m black so I been knew the founding fathers were shitty racists. So who you talking to? Who are you talking to?

If you want to talk more idk what else I can say to drive me point across but feel free to message me off of anon. Like for real what am I gonna do if I get mad? Find you? lmao I don’t have time for that shit. 

#fuck yall

[possum-teeth]

wow i’m actually not on mobile for once so i can do one of these

i can’t fucking do this anymore.

because i’m stupid and mentally ill (separate entities completely) i apparently cannot bring up my real problem to my therapist.

nightmares? nah, i can deal with that shit, it just adds to some sleep problems, not really affecting me enough for me to care anyway. yeah, it sucks, but i’ve lived with it for years. they can improve. they have improved.

flashbacks?? yeah, terrible, absolutely throws me for a fucking loop, but ultimately livable. 

dissociation maybe??? getting fucking closer tbh, i’m missing out on so much, where has my time gone? has it been a few minutes? hours?? fuck i hate myself. i am not myself when i dissociate, i feel like a fucking robot. and i can’t fucking escape it unless someone physically like touches or nudges me or something. it usually takes a lot, but occasionally weird changes in the general speaking and sounds around will be enough, like yelling or that weird whisper yelling thing people will do.

no though, it’s gotta be the fucking episodes i go through in public. from what i’ve gathered they are linked to sensory processing problems. it’s normally never been enough to bring up, i tend to have it very very mild for the most part, i fucking hate a lot of shit, it feels uncomfortable and near intolerable, but ultimately i can handle it. i fucking hate wearing shoes and socks, flip flops are a good compromise for me, HATE pants. they are the fuckign devil they feel so fucking wrong on my legs, the only tolerable ones are incredibly loose too large pajama pants, so i wear shorts. all year long. i live in the fucking midwest too, we do have some bad winters. i still wear shorts then. i cannot  clip my nails, it feels so absolutely wrong on a LOT of levels. they either break or i suck it up and chew them off eventually on a night before i take a shower and go to bed, hoping they’ll finally feel normal again in the morning.  and sounds i’m okay with for the most part nowadays, mostly in part to my mother who i swear to fucking god was trying to go deaf, i do have off days where i need to turn the car radio way down though. i feel like an asshole those days. 

honestly my sensory problems are mostly auditory and tactile in form and generally manageable (they had to be, i needed to shut up about my problems growing up because they were all in my head y’know. like how depression isn’t real and i just needed to stop being depressed like how it’s a choice you know?) but when i get the slightest bit stressed istfg everything is amplified x1,000,000

and i can’t fucking deal with this shit anymore.if i can’t hole myself up in an area in complete isolation quick enough or have someone to solely focus on, like holding onto, having a simple talk with to calm me down or just fucking shocked out of it usually by something gross(like when i was younger my little sister’s gross sticky fingers would snap me out of shit somehow, i needed to wash that shit off my hands asap, i feel like it should have the opposite affect but whatever, if it works i won’t question it) but anyway if i don’t get away i will either dissociate to the fullest degree and not even know where the fuck i am in time and space, or i will feel like everything is way too loud, a whole foreign language, feel like pins are stuck everywhere under my clothes, and want to run away/ punch someone/ and/or bash my fucking head into the nearest solid object be it a wall, a tree, a table, or even the fucking floor. I cannot rationally think, i get so fucking stupid to put it into a word, and then the absolute exhaustion sets in. which tends to last for hours. 

and fucking shit when i feel that overwhelmed i wish i could say i feel like i’m hitting rock bottom, but no. i feel like if i don’t get away while in the middle of all that, which i have each time, i have ran out of a store a few times luckily not into traffic tho it wouldn’t surprise me if i ran in front of a car in these episodes, but i feel like i’ll reach a point where i’ll just straight up faint. 

i’ve been trying for years to improve this, i’ve tried just gradually working my way up to larger places but i’m only getting worse. like i feel like the only permanent solution is either just dying and being done or never being alone. i can’t fucking live like this anymore.

like i do not have a diagnosis but i’m suspecting have have sensory processing disorder of some sort but who would i even see about it. haha like my general practitioner would take me seriously. my breathing problems are a fucking mystery i was told i’d be contacted about seeing a specialist and it’s been weeks. i’m just making all sorts of shit up for attention clearly. i’m so fucking frustrated i’m almost to tears. i’ve been in tears over this shit. my therapist won’t diagnose me with shit, i don’t even know anymore. 

IT IS SO FUCKING HARD FOR ME TO COME TO PEOPLE WITH MY PROBLEMS IN REAL LIFE. my mother always told me i was faking it when i got sick, i was faking it when i got the fucking flu, but my brother wasn’t when he got it the day after. i felt like i was fucking DYING. PEOPLE WERE CONCERNED FOR ME AT SCHOOL. 

and oh if that wasn’t fucking bad enough, i had an abscessed tooth when i was younger that i had pointed out to her.   it went on FOR MONTHS. it could have fucking spread and i could have actually died. i kinda wish it had killed me.

i can’t understand how she never cared to even QUESTION IT. like even then it had to be one of the first things to pop up when you google ‘bump on gums’ and she was not stupid with technology. she took to it like a fish in water. she texts more than me and texted before me.

 i am just tired.

#sorry just ignore this #i'm panicking #i've been alone for nine hours and my ferrets are sleeping so i'm really slipping #i lied #i am crying #ugly tears tbh #mother mention

[borathae]

I am wondering if Yoongi really had someone important to meet or if he just needed space to think about everything 🤔

OC and Yoongi really need to talk honestly about Suzy's death. She needs to hear from him that he's not angry. When he smelled fear from her I got really sad 🥺🤧

I think you might be onto something with your second theory 😔

OC and Yoongi really need to talk honestly about Suzy's death. She needs to hear from him that he's not angry. When he smelled fear from her I got really sad 🥺🤧

I AGREE FANDFNA besties istfg the payoff will be so worth it though fadsjfjasj

#asks: magnus venatio #asks #fancycollectormoon