#are the shoes too much? prolly

[enthusiastic-nimrod]

The final week of BAB! I’m not gonna lie, I’m sad to see it go (though I will be keeping the character and posting more of him later). Full body and size under the cut. 

[void-tiger]

Some days I think I probably do need an actually trained service animal for mental health crap + the occasional chronic crap affecting my mobility.

But like…I don’t really want a dog. I want a Highly Trained mainecoon or norwegian forest cat. Just. This very large very fluffy very baseline breed intelligent cat known to take on BEARS (or, home invaders and men attempting SA).

I’d be THAT Crazy Lady walking this giant fluff monster most days, but other days just have my lap full of fluff when my hips-down don’t want to cooperate, or I need the comforting weight and fluffy company to hold the brain static at bay.

And some days…look. It hurts to grasp things. Or I risk dropping things. And cats can and will open cupboards and drawers if the handles let them hook their paws Just So to make up for the lack of opposable thumbs.

(Yeah yeah I know people are more accustomed to training dogs for this, but I’ve had quite a bit of luck training my “just housecats” as adults with various things, and people post the adventures they take with their mainecoons like, all the time…so think of what I could do with socializing and training a cat if I had the chance to do so.

(…also I just get along better with cats than dogs. They’re more tolerant to my need to not have a true routine. Also they poop in a box.)

[saviourkingslut]

spoilers for wolf 359

dude for real. do they really just kill off the one character i still liked in this show. brother. dimitri you are the ONLY guy i respect.

[sukunasweetheart]

sukuna is that one boy in class that will do anything to annoy u bc he doesnt know any other way of showing his affection

he loves to see you jumping up and down as he holds something above your head, a nasty smirk showing on his face

aims to get you eliminated first in any game played during p.e (yeah, no mercy for those legs of yours when its dodgeball)

or if you end up in the same team as him he’d use you as a shield for any incoming attacks from the opposite team (even tho we all know this bitch can dodge like a pro)

its so cute how he gets himself eliminated on purpose afterwards tho, so he can sit beside you and annoy you more.

messes up your hair whenever hes walking past... so now you have a habit of instinctively covering your head with your hands whenever hes walking by and it makes him and uraume chuckle...

would be the first to howl with laughter, clutching at his stomach, whenever you make a fool of yourself. you tried to kick a soccer ball, but missed the ball entirely and your shoe went flying instead. and then you had to chase after him bc he snatched it up and went running 💀

if youre a jumpy person, he’d take any chance to scare the living lights out of you. he loves seeing you get all freaked out, screeching (100% chases you around holding a roach)

but sukuna makes it very clear that he is the only one thats allowed to toss you around like this, he would kick the next person that tried to the same

if anyone else told you that hes usually stoic and moody you go 🤨 bc this man is so lively around you

sukuna is so BORED when youre not around, it drives him insane

he’d probably mellow out more as he gets closer to you but still, the teasing is relentless as always

if there is a day where he’s upset you fr bc, idk you were already in a bad mood or something, he would most likely not know how to cheer you up... maybe he’d leave u a drink from the vending machine on ur desk. what’s your go-to drink? strawberry or chocolate milk? pocari sweat? apple or orange juice? (hes around you often, so he prolly knows what you get the most from the machine)

you know that this is the closest thing to an apology that you can get from him so you accept it anyway

at some point, sukuna will assume that you’re already aware of his feelings for you. he gives you so much attention, surely you know by now, right? wrong. youre absolutely clueless, and when he brings it up one day, you just sit there like, what??

“are you playing dumb, or are you fuckin’ stupid?”

you get all defensive and the two of you start bickering.

“enough of that. well, now you know,” he nonchalantly tells you.

youre so confused bc youve never thought of him in that way and you tell him that youll have a think about it... to which he clicks his tongue in annoyance and says “fine”

he keeps pestering you for an answer after that! you keep running away from him. (its like youre triggering his hunting instincts, making him chase you around)

his usual teasing ensues but something feels different... you feel more flustered and your heart races more than it used to... (he notices it all)

when you eventually give him an answer and say “i like you too...” he will respond with “yeah, i thought so.”

watch out bc sukuna is the type to move things fast. blink once and you might already be married to him.

Masterlist

[theycalledhimastar]

I may love Kyle, but I can totally admit when he acts like a total weirdo (he doesn't, he's perfect).

☄. *.

Alright, for starters, man takes up all the counter space with his stuff. Unlike Simon, he is very loyal to his brands and he has a longer face care routine than you do.

Just look at his perfect skin and tell me I'm wrong because you can't, that shit's flawless and he intends to keep it that way.

Every towel in the bathroom smells like him whether or not he's used it and you will never ever figure out why.

(It's because he probably used it-)

"Kyle, did you use my towel after your shower?"

"No, why?"

"Because it literally smells like your bodywash."

"How do I know you didn't just use my bodywash?"

Don't make this about me, Kyle Garrick. You know what you did, you're just lucky your shampoo is easy on the senses. He's the one task force member that seems to be able to differentiate between what smells good and what is altogether too much.

The type of guy to have long, gorgeous eyelashes and always, ALWAYS complain about them getting in his eyes.

Like suck it up pretty boy, you're literally living my dream here with those baby doll eyelashes of yours.

He also knows it pisses you off so he tries not to mention when it happens, so you'll just catch him sitting there on the couch blinking like a madman. Trying his darndest to get the annoying eyelash from his eye without drawing attention to it. Although really and truly this just makes it more noticeable and kinda funny to watch.

Applies Chapstick in that really weird way that guys do it where they make a duck face, except he's fully self aware, he just knows it weirds you out so he exaggerates it further.

"Babe what are you doing, that's not how you apply chapstick."

"What do you mean, there's no right way to do it." :0

SLEEPS WITH HIS SOCKS ON BECAUSE HIS FEET ARE ALWAYS FREEZING!!!

Like thank you for sparing me from those absolute ice blocks, but like babe, that is unnatural. It is cruel and unusual and I will not stand for it!!

(Socks stay on during sex-)

Also prolly wears long sleeves and pants to bed regardless of how warm it is because he swears its more comfortable. Bro going to bed fully dressed, all he needs are shoes smh.

On a similar note, his hands are always cold, but instead of putting them in his front pockets or his jacket pockets like a normal guy, he walks around with his hands in his back pockets given the chance.

Doesn't think it's weird, but he walks around leaned back in order to do it and it looks goofy as hell.

Willing to advocate for you and it's really sweet, except it'll be for every single little thing. Like not just ketchup that you ordered but didn't get, if you off-handedly mention that whatever you ordered is kinda cold, he is on it immediately.

"Hey, uh, my Partner here says their food is a little cold, is there any way we could fix that please?"

Like he's not rude about it, but you still want to die inside because it's not a big deal and he doesn't seem to get that you really weren't complaining or trying to get him to fix it.

[tokio-motel]

YEHDKBDKDJ I THINK I GOT THE GOLDEN IDEA

HEEHEHEHEHE LEMME GET 4 BIG DICK BIG MACS(oh lord ive had too much sugar its full band headcannons seperate💀💀) with a bf who gives em princess treatment n shi😊

like mf will drive for them do that hand on thigh thing, will tie their shoe, buy em expensive ass shit, pull them on his lap(bro is prolly shorter than them too💀), opening the door for em alat jazz and you can look up more stufff(dont look at the urban definition)

LBZJSHDKSN STOP I CAN JUST IMAGINE TOM NOT TAKING THE TREATMENT AND MAKING READER TAKE IT INSTEAD I CANT😭😭😭

BAND X READER: PRINCESS TREATMENT

4 big dick big macs..oh lord. i regret looking at urban dictionary.

BILL:

・YES. YES. A THOUSAND TIMES YESSS!!!

・He likes being treated like royaltyyyyy

・Having you tie his shoes? He feels so special STOPP

・Your hand resting on his thigh as you drive, rubbing your thumbs in circular motions. He's so happy 🙏

・Sitting on your lap, leaning his head on the top of yours. He just feels so loved and cared for.

・Loves when you spoon him, holding him close to you and kissing his fading tattoo on his neck over and over.

・Feels like the luckiest man on earth if you offer to pay for his nails

"M/N, are you sure? It's really expensive and-"

"Of course I'm sure, here." then giving him like 200 fucking dollars 💀

・Especially likes if you help him with his mohawk!

TOM:

・He's not used to being treated like this. Like, he normally takes on the role of buying stuff, opening doors, etc.

・But he can't help but feel slightly flustered, smiling as you hand him gifts.

・HE LOVES GIFTS WHAT. I keep saying it over and over but gift giving is his love languageeeeee 🤞🤞🤞

・Eventually he starts to challenge you, doing things you would previously do.

・Like even if you has already opened the door for him he'd hold it open aswell, waiting for you to go through.

"Tom I got the door first, just walk in."

"Why don't you walk in? Your closer to the entrance."

"..Tom."

・...yeah it takes him a while before he just gives up, letting you take care of him.

GEORG:

・He feels relaxed yet..confused?

・Like Tom he's used to spoiling his partner, so having you spoil him is definitely something.

・That doesn't mean he wants you to stop, no. He loves it when you buy gifts for him or open the door to a store. Hell, even something as little as holding his hand has him wrapped around your finger.

・Honestly feels like a child if you tie his shoes 😭

"M/N, 'cmon. I can do that myse-"

"No."

・..Oh. Okay then.

・Just kinda let's it happen, he really does like it. It's just...new.

・Can't help but giggle whenever you pull him on your lap, running your fingers through his soft brown hair.

GUSTAV:

・He likes the fact he can worry less around you.

・He feels so safe, so happy and giddy whenever you call him "honey" or "love".

・Absolutely LOVES shopping with you. He feels bad about spending your money and tries to take out his own wallet but you demand insist you pay instead.

・He waits for you to open the car door for him 💔

・Loves cuddling with you, having you wrap your arms around him. It makes him forget about all his worries, instead focusing on you.

・He feels bad if you buy him something too expensive.

"Holy shit, M/N! Do you know how expensive this is-"

"...yeah. Considering I'm the one that bought the drum set, I would know."

[jeansplaytoy]

aot people and what dogs they have

this was funnnn , no warnings !!

starting off , i feel like eren would have a french bulldog 😭 he don’t even seem like a big dog typa person (not in the animal way) but he would def name the dog after him like with the same initials or something. like ej (eren jeager) jr.

“ej jr, getcho ass back over here.”

“bruh ej jr ian even playin nomo bruh.”

“junior, why you eat my new…” and take a deep ass breath. “why you eat my new shoes?”

but to be honest he can’t even be mad cus him and the dog act just alike 💀 and i feel like ej jr would be hella nice, just play too much (like eren). like the amount of times this dog has took off down the sidewalk and eren just stood there, sick and tired of the bullshit. he’d definitely be one of those people that would be like “dogs too much to handle” but kept the dog no matter whatttt.

next up is connie, who would prolly have a doberman i’m not even finna lie. like he would want a dog that looks scary, but isn’t actually mean. and that’s specifically his dog.

like he’s trained enough that if connie tells him to attack like for real, that mf gon attack. but he’s trained enough to know if connie just playin or not. but he got it kinda good cus when i say everybody is scared of this boys dog …. it ain’t even funny 💀

everybody is scared of it except for the main group. he gotta keep it in its room (yet it had its own room) for somebody to come over his house.

and i feel like he’d name it like domino or spade (ykyk).

“yo spade come here lil bro!”

“spade go eat yo food, you had me fixing that shit for nun.”

“spade. go in yo room fool.”

he also squares up and play fights wit the dog 😭.

next up is jean. now this mf know he wrong, but he would have one of them tall ass dogs, like a irish wolfhound or sumn.

now this dog is sum else, jeans dog would be hella chill, but taking it out in public? 💀shiddd. everybody staring and looking like a mf and he honestly, HONESTLYYY don’t understand why. people will literally be like “bruh, that dog is huge as fuck.” and he’ll just be like “ion know what y’all be talmout, but ight.” AND IT AINT NO ACT cus he tall too😭.

the dogs name would prolly be clifford, ngl. the only difference is that the dog ain’t red. but other than that, he chill as hellll.

“clifford, stop tryna eat paper and shit!”

“cliff’ you chewed my bottle of water bro.”

“clifford, go. just go sit down, damn.”

there’s really no problems with this dog other than the fact that it’s big, but it’s trained a lot and hella good. like the dog knows to sit down in its normal spot when people come over and not to try to jump on people when they’re standing up, stuff like that.

so ony would probably have a small dog just like eren, and it’d probably be a papillon and lemme tell you, he would literally treat this dog like a princesssss omggg.

buy her clothes, paint her nails, brush and comb her hair, brush her teeth, treats everywhere in the bottom of the pantry. like he’ll treat the dog like his own daughter. he always holds her, she’s trained (kind of), like what else could a dog ask for?

but the namewise, i feel like he’d name his dog princeee, honestly. 😭

“princess, bring yo tiny ass-“

“you hungry, P’?”

“princess get that shit out yo mouth!”

of course he’ll only fuss at the dog if she really being disobedient like the time his bed was covered in toilet paper, like ten rolls.

now speaking of fussing, mikasa will forever get fussed at for buying not one, but two black perro de prasa canarios. when i say this girl don’t give a damn bout walking at night with her hands full at all, even when the dogs ain’t on a leash, they’re trained REALLY good. so when she’s actually scared or nervous about somebody following her, they’ll do exactly what she says. full on barking and then stopping mid bark when she says so.

everybodies scared of her dog (and connie would be jealous because not that many people really care about his when they see hers) but it’s not even on purpose, she just wants them for protection honestly.

their names would probably be bullet and gun. obviously.

“gun, bullet, why is there dog food everywhere?”

“gun, bro stop tryna fight bullet.”

“bullet, stop shaking water everywhere!”

bullet is bullet because he got a lot of energy and gun is gun because he’s more intimidating. like they got the spike collars and all, mikasa was not playing.

last but not least, sasha would have a dog that she could laugh at everyday, like a greyhound.

now honestly her and this dog will argue each other from the minute she wakes up to the minute she goes back to sleep. they would be so on and off. 😭 but she’d dress the dog up and stuff and be really nice to it.

the only thing she’d really laugh at is how skinny the dog looks. but the name would probably be bones.

“bones, stop chewing on my airpods cases!”

“bones, get out. please get out.”

“bones stop scratching meee!”

but she obviously loves her dog cus she’s the type to have it since she was like 16 maybe. and they play fight too but she always ends up losing the fight, and one of her lashes in the process.

let’s not talk about how i fg to put armin, hope u enjoyed.

[lcvejoy]

i want you to stay

wilbur soot x gn!reader

tw: crying? breakups? angst? hurt/comfort maybe ig kinda? very abrupt ending.

word count: 1,068

a/n: this is my first fic so be very gentle with me lmao. it’s angsty tho! we love angsty! angsty is so fun! sorry in advance this prolly isn’t the grandest, but it’s a start!

it’s been 4 months. it’s meant to be easier by now.

the breakup had been mutual. you thought that mutual breakups were supposed to be easier to cope with but these 4 months have proven otherwise.

you wish it had been messy. that there was a catastrophic argument, a slammed door and car headlights.

instead, it was mutually agreed upon that you and wil were just at two very different stages of life. with his music and your studies, you both ran out of time for eachother.

at first, you and wil spoke often. you texted daily, he called weekly, each conversation still ended with a rushed “i love you”.

but that faded out. it got quiet. it got still.

and now it’s been 4 months, and you’re sitting on your couch watching a re-run episode of a comedy show that hasn’t aired in 7 years while eating leftover take-out.

there’s a quick knock at the door. you rush to answer. you’re met with a mop of brown hair, eyes that hold so much glimmer you’d mistake it for a galaxy, and an all too familiar khaki coat.

“wil?”

he’s out of breath, leaning slightly against the doorframe with one hand while puffing out his cheeks as he takes in dramatic breaths.

“i leave tomorrow… f-for america” he takes a breath in, standing upright now, “i just wanted to say goodbye. i’ll be gone a couple months” he finishes, waiting.

“oh” you splutter, “okay”.

“okay” he agrees. he’s searching your eyes as he pauses. the pause feels too long. there’s a feeling of wariness, both of you are unsure exactly what to say.

“well… b-bye” you finally mutter, looking down at your feet.

he lets out a breath. “bye” he whispers, and begins turning around to walk off your front porch step. you stay planted where you are, refusing to watch him walk away but listening to each step he takes.

he stops abruptly. you can hear his shoes plant themselves under pebbles, can hear him taking long inhales and shaky exhales. you wait.

“ask me to stay.” his voice comes out shaky. you look up, he’s facing away from you, looking down at his feet as he plays with the hem of his coat.

“what?” you ask, though it sounds more like a plea coming from your lips. “please” he mutters, turning around to face you. you lock eyes for the first time in months. you realize you can no longer read his expression. you can’t tell what he’s feeling just by looking at his eyes. it breaks you a little more.

“a-ask me to stay. please, just ask me to stay” he whispers just loud enough for you to hear it, like it’s a secret he’s been keeping. his eyes are glossed over. you feel your own begin to well-up with tears.

“i’ll stay if you ask” he shakes his head, looking back down at his feet. “i-i’ll do anything you ask. i’ll call off the whole tour. i-“ his voice breaks, he looks back up at you, both of your cheeks wet with tears. “please” he begs.

you shake your head, closing your eyes to force yourself not to look at him. he waits for you to answer, to think, to feel. he’s always been patient with you.

you open your eyes to meet his - “i cant” you whisper, “you want this too badly, wil”.

“i want you more” he responds quickly, with a firm but wavering voice, “i want you more” he repeats, as if convincing himself it’s true. you shake your head again, squeezing your eyes shut as you let out a sob. the tears are pouring now.

“i-i cant ask you to drop your whole tour just for me, wil. even if you want me to, i couldn’t-i cant do that” you pause to take a shuddered breath, looking at him once again. he stands there, staring, tears streaming down his cheek like a waterfall. “i would never do that” you finish. you stare at one another, both of your tears never falter.

finally, he breaks.

his knees buckle from underneath him as he falls to the ground. sobs wrack his whole body. he brings his hand up to his eyes to shield you from seeing his face as it crumples.

“wil?” you start, edging toward him slowly.

“wil?” you try again, slowly lowering yourself in front of him to match his height.

his breathing is sporadic as he tries to calm down his sobs, desperately wiping his tears on his sleeve.

“im sorry” he chokes out, as he continues to fall apart in front of you. you place a hand on his shoulder in a desperate attempt to comfort him. “i just-“ he continues “i just really fucking miss you” he looks up now, his face red and splotchy from the tears, his nose running, his hair messier than ever. “i miss you and i-i would do anything you asked of me if it meant i get to come home” he whimpers.

your chest hurts - as if your already shattered heart has just been smashed into a million unfixable pieces. you look at him desperately, like you’re asking him how do i fix this? tell me how to fix it. how can i take your pain away?

“you can come home” you whisper, new tears gather in your eyes, “i-“ you take a deep breath “c-can you stay the night? i haven’t been sleeping well”.

his eyes widen with an almost childlike astonishment.

“just for tonight” you state “and tomorrow you’ll go on tour as planned. and we’ll call everyday until you come back home. y-you can tell me about how awful america is through each city”

he laughs wetly, wiping his remaining tears on his sleeve once more. you do the same.

he grabs both of your hands in his and begins to stand, causing you to follow his actions. he grips tightly, almost hugging your hands into his chest. “okay” he whispers.

you smile lightly at him and begin leading him into the front door, where you both have countless memories and you both hope to make countless more.

you lead him to the bed that never quite felt like yours without him in it, and, like muscle memory, you lay together like you had once done every night.

you don’t have much trouble sleeping that night.

[cookierin-simp]

CYBERSEX! - A DIRTY FANFICTION OF OBEY ME

“we do it the best….when we have cybersex”

Pairing : Mammon x fem reader

Warning: pure smut, jerking off, stranger to fuck, squirting, fingering, praising, encouragement, provocation

Note before reading: Mammon and MC are both stranger, they don’t know each other. Nada! No student exchange lore stuff!

Author note: HELLO GUYS I AM BACK. ITS MY BIRTHDAY TODAY SO I GAVE YALL A PRESENT *muah* I’m giving a google form at the end of the story for birthday wishes because I am a slut for attention <3

6:30PM

“Well! Ya prolly needa learn a thing or two about patience!”

“Says someone who stole my food!”

Mammon and Beelzebub had their mouths throwing words of condemnation as Lucifer stood between his two brothers, squeezing his nose bridge as he sighed in frustration. His shoes tapping the kitchen’s concrete floor, his other hand latching to his waist.

Satan and Asmodeus jumped to the crime scene, watching the heated arguments boiled tense inside the cookplace that had been destroyed in half by the orange beast. Beelzebub's wavering form trembled due to his struggle of not furthering any harm in the place.

Plus, he knew Lucifer would not tolerate far more ruckus.

“Listen, Mammon. Have you ever learned not to steal?” Lucifer growled with vapour hints to threaten him further. His crimson eyes flashed as he looked at Mammon.

The frosty haired demon stutters, finding his first brother’s glare as the second stage of his anger. “W-well! It's not stealing! I’m hungry! Aren’t we all family? We share things! That's what a family is!” Shouted the guy, constructing his reason well and brilliantly to trigger Lucifer’s weak spot by mentioning the words ‘family’. He knew that his sadistic brother would find his arguments logical. If anyone in this mansion understands how family works, Lucifer is the top so to speak.

Satan hummed cunningly, a devilish smirk painted his expression. “Mammon is dumb, but he even thinks his way to escape from Lucifer’s rage..”

Asmodeus crossed his arms to his chest, sighing awkwardly as his eyes stayed still to the spotlight of the show. “Maybe he could use that mind before eating Beel’s pudding…”

Having Lucifer’s eyes on Mammon did make the second born restless, but what was even more threatening was the way Beelzebub looked behind his first obstacle. Two beasts in front of him. One with sensible rage and the other just destroyed half of the kitchen because of a pack of convenience store bought custard.

Lucifer was back to rub his temple, while the hungry beast barked more and more insults and threats to Mammon that it was surprising to know how much of curse words the sixth born demon possesed.

“That’s it. You two. You are both grounded in your room for two days!” Lucifer confessed as he yelled, asserting dominance from Beelzebub ear-scratching abusive words. His hand stopped rubbing his forehead and both crossing to his chest, puffing up and confident with his punishments towards the two of his brothers.

Mammon clicked his tongue, hated the way he had to spend 48 hours inside his boring, luxurious room. It had nothing that could satisfy his sins. Sure, there was a big screen for the ultimate experience of watching movies, a pool, a personal computer set, etcetera..but all of it was a temporary experience of happiness. Plus, his favourite casino will be landing at the travelling carnival! He couldn’t possibly miss it! That casino changes their locations every week to blur the eyes of authorities, and keeping up with their route is exhausting.

“Why are ya punishin’ me like imma five years old?!” Mammon's accents thickened as well as his rebelliousness. Still not trying to lose the arguments that was clearly his fault to begin with. His yellow sunglasses properly to his face, meaning he actually planned to go out after eating the custards. Lucifer’s mind figured it out. Otherwise, Mammon would have just retreat and go to his room without being too defensive about it.

“Why? Are you planning to go anywhere?” Mammon’s upper brother asked, and for some reason did the chocolate skinned demon feel like he was a small statue. Lucifer cannot know about the casino. “If you feel like my punishment to you is lenient, I can put more rocks in your bag” stated him. Poetically, Lucifer means to put a heavier burden on Mammon’s body.

That made Mammon instantly react with fast head shakes. Satan smiled curtly and whispered to the interested Asmodeus. “His head is going to fall off”

“That’s more like it” Lucifer calmly says as he walks towards the kitchen’s exit. He eyed the two observant with no words, but Satan quickly grasped the order. The blonde sighed and muttered an agreement. “Yeah, yeah. I know a great contractor. I will ask him to fix this…”

Finding Satan's quick capture of his sign a relief, Lucifer’s nod sternly.

“And as for you two troublemakers. Go to your room. Now”

9:45 PM

“Graah! That ol’ man must be thinkin’ with his goddamn dick to put me ‘n here”

Laying on the bed with no motivation to complete any schoolwork ahead, Mammon positioned himself where his whole body starfishing his king-sized bed while his head hung low at the edge of it. Never minding the cold inside his bedroom, Mammon’s body latched with a thin white fabric called ‘singlet’ and paired it with his black shorts.

When the greedy Mammon gets uneasy and agitated, his thick accent surfaced, making people wonder if he was raised in the countryside. Lucifer had trained him well to suppress his style, but even the second, most powerful demons could slip from time to time.

Frustrated by the fact that his favourite casino is probably having all sorts of beauty over, the confined demon spit to the ground, but never really shoots his saliva out. “Curse ‘ya! Curse every second one of ‘ya!” He whined, tossing all the blankets and pillows away to the wall.

As the grousing subsided, Mammon finally sighs his defeat. “Curse ‘em? More like a curse on me…”

His feet touching together as he sat on the bed, both finger toes intertwining out of boredom when the out of blue message lit up his brand new phone. Mammon lazily plugged his phone off from the cable, and opened to see the texts

Bro levi : yo

Bro levi : should hv not ate that custard

Bro levi : *laughing sticker*

Mammon’s eyes glared disgustingly towards Leviathan’s provoking message. Being stuck in the room for two days is a thing, but to miss out on the opportunity to gamble is another crucial reason to be pissed off. Topped with his otaku-headed brother's unnecessary remarks, Mammon decided not to push his button further. Putting his phone down, the mocha tinted demon retreated.

Bro levi : yo

Bro levi : should hv not ate that custard

Bro levi : *laughing sticker*

Mammon : ✅✅ seen

And as he thought that ignoring his brother’s snarky remarks would help Leviathan to shut up, another notification came through

Bro levi : seen?

Bro levi : ight sorry kay

Bro levi : boot up your pc. Lets match

He let out a low growl.

Mammon : not feelin it

Mammon : ya winnin’ anyway

As five seconds passed, his brother quick to reply

Bro levi : aw man

Bro levi : pussy

Mammon’s fingers typed hurriedly

Mammon : a pussy wont eat Beel’s custard

He set the phone aside, watching his ceiling with a heavy heart. If he agreed to play games with Leviathan it would just be another frustrating event.

DING

Bro levi : mkay

Bro levi : i know you are lonely and all

Bro levi : but usually when I’m bored I go here

Bro levi : *send a link*

Bro levi : it's pairing you with random people on the internet. But be mindful that you can come across humans so don’t really act like a fucking demon

And so on, the notifications kept popping up from Mammon’s device, making him one step away from tossing it away just like the fate of his pillows. Yet, how dare he do such a thing? It is a brand new phone that he had shown off for a week to his brothers, and one of them is betting that he can’t take care of it. He intends to prove the cunning Satan of his wrong assumptions.

“Ya fuckin turd I already told ya I dont wanna any ma—“

His voice stuck to his throat when he realised Leviathan was not trying to convince him to match, but instead recommending a sketchy website to kill his boredom off. Mammon blinked once, twice, triple, quadruple and so on. His mind contemplates his brother's sudden kindness that is definitely uncomfortable. The dominant hand of his stretched the thumb to the link, ready to press it yet still trembled ever so slightly.

“Fuck ya if ya scammin’ me”

He clicked on the link, and a big banner popped on the screen of his smartphone

“FOR BEST EXPERIENCE, PLEASE USE YOUR DESKTOP. CONTINUE?”

Mammon clicked his tongue. The first impression he had with this page was ‘annoying and complicated’. Yet still he crawled down his bed, bare footed as he walked on the carpet floor of his bedroom. Curiosity and indignation mixed together when he reached his personal computer set, which was built by Leviathan himself. From branded CPU to the highest quality of face camera, all was like a professional gaming set picked by the master’s selection. The first time Leviathan set this up, Mammon was drooling and spent nearly ten hours battling online.

He grabbed his gaming leather chair, turned it around as he dove his bottom to the seat, moaning in pleasure at the way it supported his spine. His slim finger pushed certains buttons as the computer booted up, and it does not take long for it to be completely accessible.

“Now let's see…” he murmured, grabbing the wireless mouse with his right hand, and supporting his chin with the left one. His silver rings stacked gorgeously to his slender digits. As he opened the browser, Mammon’s left pinky brushed his lips, teasing his own opening.

Copy pasted the link to his computer, the site quickly unveiled. Revealing a black and gold themed colour as there was a message of permission greeting the demon’s quick eyes.

“THIS SITE REQUIRE THE ACCESS OF YOUR FACE CAM AND MICROPHONE.”

“GRANT THE PERMISSION?”

[] yes

[] No

Another sound of tongue clicking softly emits from Mammon’s lips. “Too many requirements. This better be worth some time”

“GRANT THE PERMISSION?”

[^] yes

[] No

Mammon jumped from his seat lightly as a live recording of him appeared to the left side of the website, while the chatting box was at the bottom. The empty square at the left side of his footage was empty. He stared to himself, biting his lips as the live recording of him mimics the very same action.

“Goddamn I look hot!” He cheered. Admiring his own beauty under the scope of a hundred grimms face camera. The button ‘start’ waits patiently for him to click, and for some reason Mammon finds the toggle even more appealing than his reflection on the screen. When his right hand landed back to the wireless mouse, he angled it there, but fingers hesitantly clicked to the mouse.

The other square box buffered slowly.

For references:

Fullscreen mode:

10:15 PM

“Fuck ya dickhead!”

He clicked the skipped button as soon as he finished off his curse. Mammon buried his head to his palm as the next pair was still buffering. For the past 35 minutes, all he had ever done was cursing out to impertinent fools he met. Some of them were by groups, some were solo and some were indecent kids biting his head off through offensive words of insults.

“Not fun at all! What the fuck!” His teeth greeted, raging chagrined dwell in him for trusting Leviathan. The man laid his back more, making the backrest recline in a jot as he manspread and both of his limbs cover his face. For once did Mammon find himself wanting to go all out with his rage, turning the mansion into dust. But as if it will gain another entertainment, sure not.

Grabbing his charged up phone, he pressed Leviathan’s contact number and use the tiny bits of grain left in his soul to patiently wait for his violet haired brother to pick up. His other hand rests onto the armrest, tapping all of his fingers like a wave, over and over until the coarse voice of his brother’s hail.

Leviathan : yo

Mammon : you dumbshit everyone here kept pulverising me

On the other line, Leviathan laughed his heart out, adding the fuel to the burning flames when he decided to blame Mammon for his lack of control in social skills. If it were up to Mammon's desire, he would throw bullets to Leviathan’s mean remarks. But in all honesty he needs to admit, he is kind of sick to have more fights today. His impatience towards the strangers online scaled up, just a push away for him to rebel against his own sensibility. Mammon groaned with each of Leviathan sarcastic comments, but never letting his mind speak of its own.

The devil wished for his God to send him a life saver, and the faint sound of the bell from the site blazed his speaker.

DING

Quickly reacting to the noise, Mammon’s eyes darted to the random pair that the site had just matched him with. His phone is still on the line with Leviathan who was still spouting disrespectful jokes. Tightening his grip to the device when he realises that this stranger stupefies him, to the point he almost loosen his hold for the phone, Mammon can’t believe that God had answered his prayer in a whip of a second.

“Yo bro be right back” Mammon speaks softly but enough for Leviathan to hear it through the phone as the hot-blooded demon hanged up. He kept his legs in the same position, manspreading to look uninterested. Mammon’s fibrous inner thigh exposed as his shorts wrinkled up when he adjusted his position.

“S—sup”

Right on the screen shows a woman’s figure, sitting tightly to a normal chair. Mammon's assumption about her was that she is accessing the website on a normal laptop. No fancy camera or a computer setup, her face dismayed, her lips matched the colour of blood. Her hair brushed, and her upper body…tantalising him. She was wearing a black negligee, the lace upon the breast side aroused Mammon’s fantasy. It’s as if the dirty thoughts played like a river. ‘What is it like if the lace is off?’ ‘I can see her nipples, but not entirely. Is it her nipple there? Or was it just my eyes? No. That’s definitely her nipple. God, if that’s really her nipple…’

He swallowed a lump, trying his best not to let himself overtaken by just a teasing sight. The woman did not reply verbally as she was muted, but her arms quick to the keyboard as a message appear in the chat box

Stranger : hi

Mammon’s head did not move, only his eyeball reacted to the pop up chat. He nods slowly as if telling the woman he is engaging in this conversation.

By any means will he not let her skip him.

“S—so, what’s uh, your name?”

The girl eye’s unwavering to her own laptop screen, then a small smirk curt on her lips as she brings her fingers to her mouth, gently nudging it as she typed with one hand.

Stranger : y/n

Discovering her name somewhat triggered Mammon’s pheromones. He barely even understands himself now. It was just a name, and why is his dick raging to get out of his pants? His eyes constantly searched for a focus point that could turn his attention away from her body.

“Yeah, s—so, whatcha doin’ here?” Even though Mammon hated the battlefield he was now with his own arousal, most part of him never wanted to leave the conversation. He wanted to see how far things could go. Y/n apropos dress must have come with amiss intent.

Though muted, the woman’s grin bared her teeth, and Mammon could feel a laughter come through. He gulped again, his Adam's apple betrayed his pokered face. The way it moves when Mammon swallows his dirty thoughts away caught y/n’s nippy eyes. Her hand moved to the mousepad instead of keyboard, clicking to the microphone button as she unmuted herself.

“I can feel like we are going to go for the voice more” she eyes Mammon’s body response that was twitching discreetly on the camera. A mischievous smirk plastered on her face, amused by the result of her own seduction. For an innocent lad, her statement seemed like nothing. But y/n could see the salacious behind Mammon’s expression. Besides, Mammon was the first stranger she got paired with tonight, and he was perfectly suited to be her midnight entertainment .

Meanwhile for the try-hard demon, his stomach felt as if there was a knot that was just being formed, and her loose shorts started to expose his bulge.

‘Shit! The heck!’

Mammon straightens his back, trying to angle himself where his bulge can’t be recorded on the camera. His feet to the ground, scooting himself to the desk where his lap was covered underneath it. He cleared his throat for a hope to avert her attention away to his body language. But all y/n had in her mind right now was to toy the flustered stranger on her screen.

“You good?” Her voice came through, and Mammon flinched subtly that y/n couldn’t catch. Her negligee strips fell down teasingly from her shoulder, which provoked Mammon’s reaction.

Both arms to the armrest while his palm clutched, Mammon let out an awkward laugh. His eyes turned away to the screen, but occasionally back to look at y/n left shoulder that had its strip fall off.

“Look, ya shouldn’t dress like that” he advised, words by words were lies. The more he stayed in the room, the more his chest felt impaled by his struggles to breath normally. In this state, Mammon felt like time had stopped, and everything outside had not enticed the rebellious demon. All he wanted was to stay in this very room, with this woman named y/n, and let his imagination run wild.

“Says the one who got excited by it” y/n snarky response caught him off guard. He had try his best to show the untruth of his desire, and yet she figured it out as if he was a transparent being.

“Huh?” He fluffed his way out but the way y/n blasphemously curled her lips hindered himself to stay under control. Sweat had trickled from his neck. His stomach feels like a thousand tied ropes. The rim of his shorts burn his waist, plague to not tossing it away.

For y/n, she didn’t care. With more tingling sensations down her wetness, she made sure to whimper between every word “Oh come on, tough guy. I know why you hide your lap.”

Y/n eyes lowered, though through the screen, Mammon realised she was eyeing his crotch that was blocked by the desk.

“Shit. Ya fucker”

He damned her. There was no point to bandage the situation now. The woman definitely aimed to be a vixen on this site. Mammon wasn’t hallucinating things, he finally grasped that she reciprocated to his desire as well. Growling while his lips shut together, Mammon bites his lower lips, pushing himself as the chair moves away from his setup, revealing the full picture of his body once again.

Y/n’s eyes eagerly aimed to the centre of Mammon’s leg. Watching the way his cock tensed hard underneath his loose short. She gulped her excitement, grabbing a pillow near her as she sat on it. Under the provoking lingerie she wore, it had nothing beside the thin layer of negligee wrapped loosely to her body. Y/n straddle her pillow, making sure she could feel her sensitive clit jolted as she slowly rocks her hips, moaning softly while maintaining to watch Mammon’s hard bulge quivered underneath the fabric.

“Oh fuckin’ naughty. I was tryin so hard to hide. Thought ya too pretty to not creep ya out” he confessed, muttering softly but enough for y/n to hear. Leaning more to his gaming chair, Mammon spread his legs, his nipples perked through his white singlet as his right hand softly stroked his clothed dick. Veins rose on his hand proving the sexual frustration he gets, watching the show y/n presented to him.

“Lower ya laptop a bit, lemme see those fuckin’ thigh in action” Mammon command with no shame. His hand abandoned his frisson tent and made its way to the end of his singlet. His actions were rough, yet somehow addictive to witness. He undressed his top, showing off the muscle on his abdomen. Mammon’s broad chest is clean and clear, but even with the naked eyes that y/n can spot the glisten of his sweat. His dark nipples erected, and so does his clothed shaft.

Her curse was indistinct when Mammon threw his top to the floor. Sinful womanly eyes caught the v-shaped line at the lower part that Mammon had teasingly showed. He proudly exhibits the happy trail, but covers the end of it as to let her imagination undress his crotch. Y/n lowered her laptop screen a bit, where the sight of her hips humping rhythmically with the man’s stroking game visible entirely on her camera, but Mammon still can see her face. God damn it, this girl knew well how to angle the camera.

Y/n’s clit stroked as she moved back and forth, feeling the dry fabric gradually wet from her own coat. “Hnn…” she mewled to Mammon through the screen, still looking arousingly to the demon’s bulge.

“Fuck yes. So hot…” Mammon turns to sough as he caught the action smoother when she adjusted the camera for a premium view.

“Shit my fucking cock can’t hold it anymore”

His large hand grabbed the rim of his shorts, pulling it down with such intensity as the faint sound of teared fabric entered y/n’s laptop speaker. Unlike the top, Mammon threw his shorts away from the camera sight, his cock sprung out, tensed proudly like a tower with throbbed veins spiralling around his dick. He smirks while y/n’s humping gets aggressive as soon as she sees Mammon’s cock, ready to be pumped until his sack is empty.

He caressed the skin of his shaft in brutal motion, and the new moan that escaped his mouth was totally different from when he just rubbed it through the clothes. “Oh sh—, yes girl….” He groaned. “Shit…take off your clothes, let me see your body”

Y/n stopped, nodding and obeying him not because she felt like it was a command, but to thank the stranger for his beautiful nude, and she figured to reciprocate it as a gift. Her hand both reached for the end of her nightwear and disrobe it with a faint tingle of embarrassment. Y/n had never done this to a complete stranger, but her stressed out day changed her mind. After all, everything had its first time.

Y/n breast jumped out as she bared, tossing her negligee away. Hand cupped around her breast, kneading it softly in front of the Mammon through the cybersex they had. Her nipples erected as well, and she still didn’t stop to hump. “Mmm, I want you to touch me so bad…” she provoked, but it was not a lie. “Your hand seems strong, I want it to squeeze my boobs until it's red” she moaned, adding more intensity as she rammed her breast sensually.

“I fuck ya tits until its all swollen, cum on it and suck until I fuckin’ suffocate” he expressed his desire, pupils dilated as he saw her pussy lips glide back and forth to the pillow. “Fuck…fuck…” he muttered, hand still stroking his cock like a frustrated virgin. His legs twitched, and his breathing danced in ragged rhythms.

Y/n paused her action, her pussy cutting the contact with the pillow. The sticky liquid caught clear on the camera as y/n grabbed the pillow to her mouth, licking the wet spot she had just fiercely humped. Her tongue nudged her own liquid, then she entirely licked her own taste. “Mm— you want to taste me don’t you…?”.Y/n threw the pillow to the side, spreading her legs in front of the camera.

Mammon swore that he could feel his dick get bricked up more, precum spill out from his cock hole as he pumped his dick harder. His mouth parted while his eyes half closed but still could see the bared pussy on his computer screen crystal clear. Y/n ran her finger to the slit of her pussy, her hole quiveringly contracts, driving Mammon’s to the edge of his climax.

“Fuck wait”

Still jerking himself off, his other hand grabbed the wireless mouse, aimed for the fullscreen button as he clicked it. When y/n’s folds dominate his entire screen, Mammon leaned against his gaming chair further, hand still pleasing his cock, tightening his grip to match the sensation of her hole. “That’s more like it…” he sighed as his other hand released the mouse, making its way to his own chest.

“I kinda want your mouth sucking my nipple…” Mammon spoke with a quivering tone, his hands rolled between his tensed nipple as he pinched it. “Aack…! Yes…!” He whimpered, eyes closed for a moment while his cock was near to the end. “Shove three fingers inside your pussy dear…” he pleaded, eyes showing nothing but a pure slutty soul. “Please ... .I wanna cum by seeing your pussy hole fingered…”

Y/n had her hesitation thrown in the garbage, and she quickly reacted to Mammon’s pleas. “I wanna see you cum so hard too…” the woman responded. Three digits seemed like a lot, she had only fingered herself with two, she isn’t entirely sure if she can perform well in three. But her determination to see the male’s semen shoot out from his needy cock because of her action excites y/n further.

With two fingers, y/n nudges her hole, tracing the small circle of the wet tunnel of her pussy before shoving it slowly as she squeals. “Hhng…” cried her.

“Come on dear, I know you can do it…” he encouraged as the pace of her stroke became slower, keeping his orgasm when the woman’s finger was all in. Y/n took another whiff of boldness breath, now with three fingers, she circled her pussy, teasing her hole, making it ready to be stretched with new digits.

“A—ah…I’m…doing it…” mewling as she jerks, the three of her brazen finger shoved slowly inside her pussy, stretching it tightly around her as she unhurriedly fingers herself. “L—look….hhn…it’s….it’s in….f—fuck…” talking in a messy breathing, y/n tried to keep up with Mammon’s instructions.

“Oh fuck yeah, good girl…” Mammon watched her rhythm, realising she’s matching his steady stroke on his own cock. Mammon fastened the pace, gripping it so hard that he could feel as if his cock could just latch off his groin.

As Mammon expected, y/n reciprocated the tempo, his finger curled to her g-spot, rubbing it with aggression as she moaned loudly, unexpectedly squirting herself to the camera.

Mammon’s eyes darken, witnessing the way her fluid slipped off her fingers, shooting it to the camera as well as wetting it too. “A squirter?….I’m so lucky tonight…” he whispered with a shaking vibrato, face scrunched as he felt his stomach ready to untie the knot, all because of y/n sudden squirt that he thought he couldn't last any longer.

“I’m….cumming…! Goddamn… fuck..! I’m so near baby..!” His whimpering words were like a desperate man. His inner thigh bricken, spasm as he threw his head to the back, and then returned to watch the homemade porn on his computer screen.

“Me…too….one more…squirt…” she replied in an instant, her tone matched Mammon’s needy voice.

“Moan my name baby. Moan my name…it's Mammon…”

“M—mammon….cum…let’s cum together…let me see your cock shoot that fucking load on your stomach…”

Mammon nodded eagerly, eyes teared from an extreme palpitation his heart had beat. “Ah…oh yes…! Shit…!”

She shoved her fingers harder, the mattress of her bed pooled with her love liquid. Y/n threw her head to the back before crying out her orgasm away as she squirted once more to the camera. “Mammon….! Nnngh Mammon…!”

Mammon heard his name being called in the sweet tone of sultry as his cum shot to his abdomen, painting his mocha skin to white as he pumped it until it’s all gone and done. He breathed like an inexperienced being, the broad chest puffed and flattened. As the load slowly jizzed out from his cock, he let go of his tired cock, letting it rest onto his stomach as he looked at y/n who was already falling to the bed, legs wide open with her mattress soaked from her orgasm.

“Hh…hh…” trying to catch his breath back to normal, Mammon let out another desire he had held back since.

“Y/n gimme your number”

Author note : hellloo!! How was it hehe! As I said, today is my birthday and I made a google form for you to fill it out with wishes! You can even ask me questions and I will answer it on my next post! Aren’t I seemed like an obnoxious brat that wants attention?! Hehehe!

Please fill it out! I love you guys!

[vvh0adie]

life lines | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader | type: oneshot | words: 6.7K | rating: 18+/M

Jungkook is quick to leave work when he learns that his Baby Doll is having the worst cramps and needs Daddy to relieve them.

⇴ genre/au: fluff | light angst ‖ kink | ceo | boyfriend ⇴ persona: ent. ceo!jungkook | soloist!reader | needy!jungkook | possessive!jungkook | brat!reader | y2k!reader ⇴ cw: immense yearning | mentions of orisha yemoja | alcohol consumption | mature language | smut | age gap relationship | employee/boss relationship | menstruation | period symptoms | period blood ⇴ dynamic: soft dom!jungkook x sub!reader | ddlg ⇴ sw: sexual use of “Daddy” | french kissing | tongue sucking | groping | pubic hair pulling | anal play | vaginal fingering | nipple play | unprotected anal sex | explicit unprotected period sex | prolly don’t do this irl n’ wrap that thang up ⇴ a/n: Thankyu @theharrowing for beta reading!!! This is the original jk period fic? I didn’t want to write it cuz of the smut. I got too bored and overwhelmed. I barely pushed thru. It’s so much easier to think about sex than write it. Ngl I rushed a bit, so I don’t know how good the smut is, which is concerning since its most of the fic. But as promised. Update: No revisions; more of this couple to come.

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Jungkook enters his condo extremely late, just now coming back from a business trip to America. He's exhausted from talking about new acts and looking over concept presentations all day.

He occasionally misses those days when he was just an artist under an entertainment company and not the CEO. He remembers the freedom to do and say as he pleased with his fans by his side to boost his young spirit, only worrying about his singing and dancing being on par.

But like most music labels, Jungkook was also tired of not owning his shit. He wanted his masters and never wanted to sign contracts that he’d technically be paying back. So he started his own, but he could no longer be as reckless.

After taking his shoes off, Jungkook hangs up his coat, loosens his tie, and pops open a few buttons of his dress shirt. Then he shuffles to the cabinet, pulling out a glass before walking to his bar for whiskey. He knocks back a light pour, his face scrunching before he hisses at the warmth in his throat. After pouring a bit more, he takes the bottle with him as he slumps into his recliner.

Of course, he makes ten times as much as he did back then, and he can put out music when he so pleases, but he does hate having to plan out all the financial and legal aspects first instead of telling a manager who seemed to just magically make it happen. It was always cool, but the magic has lost its charm because, well… he knows how it works now.

Although Jungkook says all this, there's still one other person whose career he’d hustle for; whose dreams he'd conjure true.

Swiping a hand through his long, black curls, Jungkook sips at the dark liquor, perusing the shelves that lay on each side of the flat screen tv. There’s a few Korean paintings and artifacts on one side, and BTS awards and solo awards on the other. He keeps the common areas of his home somewhat impersonal. His achievements —including those with the boys— are important, but they’re for the public. That's not to say it's a bad thing —far from it— but he doesn't want their more personal memories out. He literally won the awards on national tv.

Jungkook scans some more, noticing the pics of the boys, himself, and his Baby Doll.

His sweetest Baby Doll. He acquired you under his label 5 years ago and since then, your music career has taken off tremendously. He’s extremely proud that all his hard work has paid off, making you the 8th biggest act in Korea since BTS and the members' solo careers. You're known globally with major significance in the western market. He and the boys worked their asses off to gain recognition, and they succeeded so well that the world trusted him to turn you into a star. Jungkook has been more than happy that his success could spearhead yours. He may no longer feel the spark in managing his own career, but he lives vicariously through you.

Jungkook smiles at the picture, wondering what you’re up to. During his trip, he tried to keep up, making calls to your manager to make sure your schedule was going as planned. You had quite a busy two weeks: shooting performance videos, appearing on global talk shows, modeling a magazine spread then an interview. He knows you're probably exhausted but he wishes you were here in his arms, cuddling with him and being needy. He needs someone to give his time to other than a bunch of businessmen.

Getting up, Jungkook walks to the floor to ceiling window. The city below is buzzing with sounds and lights. He looks across to the building over, directly at one of the many pitch black windows. To any other it's just another window but to him it's a lifeline; an invitation for surveillance.

Jungkook pulls out his phone. It's extremely late and there are no reasonable excuses to make a call. Maybe a text.

He walks back to the bar, putting the whiskey away and the glass in the kitchen sink.

Walking to his bedroom, Jungkook rests two fingers to his eyes. He doesn’t think he can stand another harsh light till morning. He's had enough bright computer screens and fluorescent conference room lights to make him not want to see for a month, but that wouldn't work when his attention is needed to gaze upon divinity.

Jungkook turns on a bedside lamp, filling the room with a soft, yellow light. In the closet, he takes off his watch and rings, placing them back neatly into their displays before stripping naked.

Wrapping a towel around his waist, Jungkook walks towards the bathroom mirror,  admiring the way his thin silver chain sits around his declitage. After chuckling to himself, he takes it off, setting it on the counter.

Nothing beats taking a shower and sleeping in your own home. The moment the water hits his back, a chill runs down his body as the water pickles along his skin. But its touch still isn't enough to ease him.

When Jungkook lotions, it feels bittersweet reminiscing those moments in the shower when delicate hands rub baby oil into his skin. Though memories don't compare to physical touch. Just like how his hands crave to caress supple curves. 

After doing his skin care and putting on boxers, Jungkook secures his chain back on before getting into bed. With two claps the lights go off. For some time, he lays there before he’s sitting up to look around his dark room. 

And before he knows it, Jungkook is flipping the switch for a room to come alive with neon purple lights. As he walks to the window, his hands glide along the bed’s velvet comforter before picking up a tiny Kuromi plushie. 

There's not a single star in the sky and he hates it. He hates the light pollution of the city. He remembers living in Busan, and getting to wish on stars for —ironically— stardom when he was still a kid. It's been some 30 odd years since then but he knows you still wish for yours to never end, so you hate the light as well. And he’ll do everything in his power to not let them outshine you.

Flopping onto the bed, he pulls out his phone, shying away from the light as he turns it down. Then he opens Messages.

Jay K just wanted to say i'm proud of you baby girl i love you so much goodnight

He stares at his phone waiting for the messages to be shown as read. Then decides that a text can wait; sleep is important for bright futures.

His arm feels heavy so he brings it to his head, phone in hand. He looks at his reflection on the black screen before dozing off.

Ten minutes into his slumber the phone chimes.

Baby Doll thankyu daddy🥺💖 i tried really hard to make you proud too nitey nite koo bear i love you too

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Usually the morning sun is enough to wake Jungkook, but today he’s awoken by ringing. Slowly, he palms around, squeezing multiple plushies before clinging to his phone. Sitting up, he clears his throat and looks around. It's pitch black, courtesy of the black out curtains as someone’s not an early bird like he's forced to be.

When he answers the call, his receptionist’s frantic voice tells him that he’s late to work. Perking up, he neatly places all the plushies back, restoring the room as he found it. Then he rushes out to get ready.

As he walks down the corridor, Jungkook checks his messages to see that you replied. He can't help but swipe a hand over his face, hating that he fell asleep.

Jay K it’d make my day if you could come by the office and see me we could have lunch

He doesn’t get anything back. You must still be asleep. You did work very hard.

He sighs, booting his computer to stare at his schedule.

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Jungkook has been sitting here for at least four hours, “working” —because let's face it, he can hardly do any tangible work since he’s become so needy. It's almost time for lunch and you still haven't called.

Did you think he was too busy to call his personal phone? He goes to the front desk.

“Hey, Chaerin, did you get any calls from _____ today?”

“No, sir. Is it an emergency?”

“Uh~ No, but if they call, just redirect it to my office.”

“As always, Mr. Jeon,” she beams, gracing him with a dimple.

Honestly, if Jungkook didn’t have you, he’d probably be one of those CEOs who ends up dating a faculty member. Then his life would really come full circle: The life of an idol. The life of a kdrama character.

Technically, he still is your employer but being with him is a bit more high stakes compared to a secretary. Nobody knows of your relationship except a few, so if Jungkook were anything like those men who manage their wives, you could lose everything you worked hard for on the whim of a soured romance. He never wants to put you in that predicament. He could never imagine himself being that vile.

Jungkook continues to work in his office, asking for no disturbances in case you call. So when his phone buzzes he jumps at the chance as if he’s trained for this moment.

Baby Doll kookie im sorry but i cant come today🥺

His smile immediately drops. Though, Jungkook knows you wouldn't miss a chance to be with him. You barely get to see each other as is. So it must be serious.

Jay K what wrong, doll?

He hopes you didn't have something scheduled. He could have sworn he looked while on the plane.

Baby Doll im sick, daddy

Sick?! Jungkook immediately feels his heart drop.

Baby Doll im having really bad cramps and i feel moody. i think my period is coming im sorry, but I don’t think i can leave bed my body hurts so much

Jungkook sighs but it still makes him sad that you're in immense pain.

He presses the intercom. “I'm leaving for today.”

“Aht- Sir, but you have-”

“If you can find someone else to do it, I'll give you both double pay.”

“On it.”

With haste, Jungkook gets up, almost knocking his chair down. There's a mirror allowing him to see the way he's putting on his coat like a child going to their favorite place. He can only laugh at himself. No woman has ever made him feel this way.

He won't tell you that he’s coming because then you’ll only try to keep him away. As much as Jungkook has told you that you can rely on him, you have a hard time asking for help. Even when it comes to your own career.

In the parking lot, he calls the maid.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Mr. Jeon.”

“Can you get to _____’s place and make sure she has everything she needs for her period. Could you also make her a few snacks? When you get there and she complains, tell her that she can take it up with me.’

“Okay.”

“Also, don't tell her that I’m coming.”

“Yes, sir.”

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There’s a knock on the door, prompting you to look at the camera. A quaint smile splays across your lips. 

You let the maid in and go sit on the couch. She’s surprised.

“I don't have the energy to complain.” She smiles, watching your features soften. “But did you bring snacks?” She giggles, handing you the bag of snacks before setting the fruits on the counter. You look into another bag filled with period panties and a box of ibuprofen.

“I’ll call you when everything’s ready.”

“Thank you!” you chime, scuttling off to your room with candy and treats in hand.

Throwing yourself onto the bed, you slip into the covers and curl into the fetal position to hold your tummy. And after a sharp pain, you turn to look in your drawer and retrieve your heating pad. Positioning it under the covers, you pull the comforter over your head and grab onto your Cooky plushy before dozing off.

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Jungkook presses the keypad, comes in and sees the maid. She bows.

“How is she?”

“Sleep. I went to tell her that I cut the fruit and she’s snuggled like a kitten. It's quite warm in there too.”

“Thank you. I can take it from here.”

Jungkook hangs his stuff and changes into his slippers as the maid bows before leaving.

He makes sure to grab a bottle of water and put some fruit in a bowl before entering your dark room.

It's actually designed similar to your room at his place, just everything is a buttercup yellow. He loves how girly and cute you are.

When you said you were a maximist, he didn't think that meant you enjoyed themed rooms, color palettes and plushies that he’d consider literal investments. And that's not even accounting for your closet full of clothes and phallic shaped toys. But truthfully, it makes him feel a lot better about his own habits.

You feel the bed dip before a hand comes to rub your thigh. You groan, making Jungkook smile because all he can see is your Chimmy bonnet moving about. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little jealous when you ordered it right in front of him.

Jungkook pulls the cover off your head and heat hits him in the face. He leans into the crook of your body neck as he continues to rub your thigh.

“Wake up, Baby doll, you gotta eat a snack.”

“I don't wanna,” you grumble.

“You’re being difficult.”

“I’m allowed to be. It’s my month.”

“It’s always your month when you’re with me,” he whispers in your ear, causing you to scrunch up into a giggling ball.

He kisses your cheek, then nips your ear, and kisses your jaw. You whine. “Will you eat, if I feed you?”

“Will you move my mouth to chew too?”

“You’re really that out of it, huh?”

“Yes,” you pout, gazing up at Jungkook with big, sparkling eyes. Possessiveness immediately takes over, urging to have you under him. He feels like he can protect you better: controlling where you go and who can get to you. With you pinned down, you're safe. He knows it’s toxic, but isn’t it normal to be a little delusional about the one you love?

Scooping you under the arms, Jungkook places you into his lap, to which you whine that it's cold. He quickly throws the cover back over your head, swaddling you tightly before pressing a grape to your soft lips.

Jungkook's mind can’t help but wander to all those times when he’s checked under his desk to see you suckling his cock, waiting like a good girl for him to reward you.

Placing his hand under your jaw, Jungkook goes to make you chew. You giggle, bring a hand to your mouth to keep from sputtering. You fall back between his legs and onto the soft comforter. He watches in delight as your whole body jumps with laughter. And, for the first time today Jungkook realizes how much he really has missed you. Sure, he’s been checking on you; on _____, the Superstar. But it’s just now hitting him that he really craved _____, his Baby Girl.

“What? You said to help you chew,” he chuckles.

“I was playin’, stupid. I swear, how are you a grown ass man?”

“I run a multi-billion entertainment company.”

“Yes, and geriatrics pass down their companies to their man-children all the time.”

“But I thought you liked how childish I am,” he pouts. You just stare at him.

Jungkook’s much older now; his features more sharp. You still remember what he looked like 10 years ago when you were just a girl in love with a star too distant to touch. He's still beautiful and filled with newborn wanderlust.

“I do,” you say more to yourself, eyes wandering his as your hand caresses his cheek. “I love you. I love everything about you.” You kiss his cheek, peppering to his lips. Jungkook hums when you finally connect. Your baby-soft lips taste decadent.

He puts the bowl down to reposition you so that you’re straddling his lap. Wrapping your legs around his waist, Jungkook grips your thighs, traveling up and around to squeeze your ass.

You whine at his tight squeeze but also at the way your pussy contracts, sending sharp pains to your lower abdomen.

You break away to bury into his neck. “Ow.” Your hold on his shirt is fist tight.

“I’m sorry, Baby, I got too carried away.”

“It’s okay.” Jungkook rubs your back, kissing the side of your temple. You know he wouldn't hurt you on purpose; he's always the first one to make you feel safe.

The light scent of geraniums fills your senses as does the warmth of his body. Everything about Jungkook is enough to make you forget about the pain.

Your body shivers as you relax into his embrace. He pulls you closer as you almost feel like putty slipping out of his grasp.

“Have you been tense like that all day?”

You hum in response, your cheek squished against his shoulder. Your eyes feel heavy, your body weighted. You feel warm everywhere, but your panties. They’re warm… and squishy.

“Had I known, I’dve come earlier.” Jungkook rubs your back before grabbing the hem of your gown and lifting it over your ass. His fingers lightly dance along your spine, eliciting a shiver and deeper slump of your body into his. “Mmh~ Baby, you’ve been working hard, huh? Why didn’t you book a massage?”

You whine, burrowing into his neck. You hate being asked questions especially when they surround how you tend to be stubborn and suffer in silence. So you avoid them, like now. 

“_____.” You burrow into his neck, huffing. “_____ _____, look at me,” Jungkook says darkly. But you just groan. You’re extremely moody. He grabs you by the shoulders and leans you back. You're looking down. “Look at me. Let me see your pretty face, Jagi.” His head tilts, studying you. Then a tear falls on your hand before you’re sniffling and wiping your nose. “_____?” he lifts your chin up, now able to look into your big glossy eyes. “Baby, what's wrong?”

“I’m just so tired,” you cry.

His eyes widen. Have you been overworked or are you exhausted from your period or both? He knows the process can be straining on the body; traumatizing, even.

Jungkook sighs, “Don't cry, Doll.” He cups your cheeks. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” He presses your head back into his chest as you keep crying

He isn’t scared that he’s upset you that badly. He knows sometimes you can’t stop and need to get it out. And as your partner, all he can do is comfort you with back rubs and kisses.

When you finally stop, only your sniffles fill the room. “I shouldn't have asked you that.”

“Mmh hmm.” You nod, causing him to chuckle. “You know I don't know how to ask for stuff and plus I don't want anyone to touch me but you.” You gaze up at Jungkook with glossy eyes, furrowed brows and pouty wet lips. You’re so cute trying to be mad at him.

Jungkook chuckles, rubbing the back of your silk-covered head. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Hm? Daddy won’t ask anymore questions.” You huff, laying back into his chest. You two let the room go silent as he rests his head on top of yours.

“But you can always come to me, Baby. Everything I do is for you. Anything I have is yours.”

“I know… but you worked so hard for it.”

“I did. But I wouldn't have done so, if I didn’t think I was going to share my success with someone. First, BTS. Now, you.” You look up at him, eyes wandering his; then his smile. Jungkook loves watching the cogs turn as you try to make sense of his selflessness. He's too humble and you sometimes feel like you're not enough.

“You’re not selfish _____, the fact that you worry about stuff like that proves enough.” Your eyes widen and his smile gets bigger. You should know by now that he can read your mind.  He's like a guardian angel looking down at you. He's blessed you with more than you can imagine and you’ll never be able to repay him.

“You never have to worry about if I think you’re using me. I know your heart. Just promise me you’ll always love me. And if you can't, all I ask is that you tell me when your heart has given all it can, so I can prepare to let you go.”

You don't think your eyes can widen any further as tears fill them. What forces came together to create such a man and what did you ever do to deserve him?

Your breathing becomes hurried, allowing Jungkook to feel the expanse of your chest. He looks at you with a melancholy yearning as if he's imagining that you weren't his anymore.

A little smile spreads along his plush lips as he watches your pupils dilate. You've always been his little kitten.

Placing a hand to your cheek, his thumb smooths over your hot, supple skin. You seem frozen but your mind is working overtime, sifting through all the things you want to do to him if your period wasn’t on. So, you settle on a kiss.

Sitting up, you glide a hand into the nape of his soft locks, pulling Jungkook into a forceful kiss. You let out a meek whimper, trying to hold back tears because flooding back are the memories that remind you of how happy he makes you.

Your kiss is deep, slow, and sensual. Pulling back to look at him, Jungkook seems relaxed and ready to submit to your touch.

Dipping down to kiss his neck, you suck till his skin becomes hot and bruised. You peck the rosey mark before dragging the expanse of your warm tongue along his adam’s apple. He whimpers. You're always so vulgar but soft with him.

After laying a kiss to his throat, you peck up to his jaw kissing towards his ear. “You make me so happy, Jeon Jungkook.”

You suck his ear, soliciting his sweet moans. There’s an erection straining in his pants. It's aching and warm.

Your lips finally rest against his as you both hum; happy to be connected once more. Jungkook pulls you closer, but you pull back to lick your lips as you stare at his pink swollen one.

Your fingers travel to his ears, rubbing the top. “You taste so good, Kookie.”

“Yeah?” he rasps out, trying to catch his breath from your menstrations and heavenly appearance. “So pretty.” He slightly chuckles, it’s music to your ears as his bunny-like smile graces you.

“You too,” you giggle, pecking his lips before licking them. Jungkook gives you complete control, letting you suck the inner vermillion of his top lip, down to the bottom. He tastes so decadent, like nothing you could ever describe.

Pulling back, you examine your work of his glistening lips; then his overall state. His eyes are heavy, his lips slightly agape. He looks needy like you, but in other ways. He's subdued. You swirl your tongue along his open mouth, diving deeper to let him taste you.

Jungkook's hands travel up your thighs, gliding over your plump ass and soft waist. He gathers the edge of your gown, lifting it above your rib cage.

His head tilts, admiring the way your panties hug your hips and pull taut against your slit giving him a nice view of what’s to come.

Jungkook makes haste to lay you on your back as he climbs the bed to straddle you. His lips kiss upon your neck, leaving hot marks as he continues his way down your body.

His large hands grab your breast as he swirls and massages his tongue deeply into each nipple before sucking. He releases with a pop, licking them one last time which causes you to jump.

He kisses your sternum, cascading down to your tummy where he lingers to pepper kisses along your lower abdomen.

Your body is a temple in which Jungkook worships. Able to give him a life he always dreamed of.

Whether you know it or not, he sometimes prays to Yemoja, asking that she protect you and safely shepard his children into their new life.

Kissing both your inner thighs, Jungkook spreads your legs wider.

He gets down close to your clothed heat to blow along your slit. You back arches as you whimper.

“I know, baby. I know~” he coos.

Jungkook slides a hand up your tummy to interlock his fingers with yours. Then his lips pressed to your heat, as he breathes out before laying an open mouthed kiss. You whine, feeling your pussy contract and slick rise. You hear him chuckle as he's now faced with your wet panties. He loves teasing you.

So he continues, rubbing a thumb over your bundle of nerves, watching you through heavy lashes as you whimper and grip his hand tightly. He can't wait to pull your panties back.

Jungkook leans in again, pressing himself against you. You’re intoxicating.

He sits up, lifting your hips a little to finally take your panties off and just as predicted, they stick to your cunt. Once off, he tosses them onto the floor before sliding off the bed to undress himself.

You two watch each other, completely enthralled by the way his abs flex and how you rub your clit.

When his pants hit the floor, you moan, feeling your walls contract as you gaze upon his massive bulge. He grins at you. You look hungry, stalking his every move and he bends down to drop his boxers. And he swears your pupils contract at the sight of his cock hitting his stomach. You take him all in, biting your lip.

“You need Daddy’s cock to make you feel better, Baby?”

You nod.

Jungkook smirks, climbing into bed. He stalks towards you before sitting up to push your thigh back. “Is my Baby hurting?” he coos. You whine, nodding again. You’re so quiet, mainly because you’re saving your voice to scream his name.

“I’ll be gentle, hm? Take away your tummy aches?” he whispers into your ear before kissing you. “But you gotta use the safe word, if it gets too much.” You nod again. You've become mute; not having the energy to say much. You just want to moan and cry his name as he soothes your aching pussy with his girthy cock.

But you do have one request. “Kookie?”

“Yes, Baby?” He kisses your neck leaving spots.

“Can you fuck my ass?” you mewl. Your innocent voice drives him mad. How can you make something so vulgar sound so sweet? 

Jungkook sits up, smiling as he thumbs over your baby hairs. “Of course, Baby, as long as you cum.”

“We cum,” you pout.

“We cum.” He kisses you as you whine.

Opening the nightstand drawer, Jungkook pulls out lube. As he pours it on your pussy, you jump and gasp, “Cold~”

He rubs your inner thigh and dips to kiss you. “Daddy’s sorry, baby girl.” Continuing his kisses, you feel his fingers deeply rub into your clit, warming you up. “One more.”

Coldness hits your entrance, soon replaced by two warm fingers in your cunt. You clench around him, moaning as your hips move to fuck him deeper. He grins, biting his lip. “Such a greedy little pussy, Baby,” he whispers in your ear.

“Jungkook, fuck me~” you whine.

You kiss again and he pulls back. He squirts lube onto your ass. It's cold too, making your asshole spasm. then you feel him rub. You moan, fingering your clit.

“You’re so fucking cute. Making Daddy so hard.” He continues massaging your asshole as he pours lube onto his cock. He hisses at the cold but steadily strokes himself.

You’re moaning, your brows knitting and your mouth gaping as you rub your clit. He loves watching you play with yourself, trying to sate a hunger that only he can stop.

Massaging your tight little asshole, Jungkook gazes at the pornographic look on your face, studying the way your eyes roll when he pushes his fingers in. You dip your two into your slick cunt, causing your head to knock back as it feels divine. He stretches you around his large fingers and when he pulls out, your gaping hole awaits his touch, contracting, urging him to take you.

“Fuck,” he rasps, feeling his cock twitch as precum leaks from his tip.

Finally lining himself up, he pushes in while leaning down to kiss you.

Gasping, you writhe at his cock filling you up and stretching you out. This new lust-filled agony replaces the one in your cervix.

Jungkook's thrusts are slow and deep as he comes down onto your body. He loves placing his arms beside your head and laying his weight on top of you, pinning you down to take his cock and load because you’re very much a runner and he enjoys watching you break down into a screaming mess.

You clench around Jungkook's dick each time it hits your good spot. You move to finger your clit as he jackhammers into your tight rim. You can't help but whimper at the fullness and contraction of your pussy as it squelches.

“Ju- Jungkook~”

“Yeah, Baby? Tell Daddy what you want.”

“A- Am I bleeding?” He looks down, seeing nothing but your glossy slick covering every inch of your pussy while steadily releasing more. Even your clit is aroused: swollen and throbbing for his touch.

“No,” he says, rubbing your bundle of nerves in deep swirls.

Your hands shoot to grip the sheets as you shake and your chest heaves. That should be enough to keep your mind off “ruining” the sheets.

Jungkook's kisses make you hum as his hard cock pumps into your slick rim. His veiny cock glides along your walls, making your toes curl and your head to throw back hard into the pillow. You wish you could free fall through the bed.

Laying you on your side, he slips an arm under your neck. He's still over you as he lifts your leg up to thrust deeper. “Oh, my- Baby, right there.” Your moans and the squelching of your tight rim is enough to make him cum.

Jungkook holds the back of your head and kisses you. He attacks your neck, nipping, sucking, biting while throwing your leg over his thigh. Then he grabs your breast, squeezing till your nipple perks.

You cry. He lets go with a tongue swirl and flick before holding your waist. He growls in your ear and whimpers.

You caress his cheek, kissing him. “Oh~ Daddy, I love you. You’re so good to me.”

Jungkook whines again, panting in your ear. His high is on the horizon; his dick throbbing with vigor. “Ah~ Fuck, precious. I love you too. Daddy loves you so fucking much. Taking my cock like a good girl,” he growls into your ear as you feel the rush of his thick white load coating your walls. His thrust become sloppy but he continues to fuck into your ass, gripping your curves and kissing into your neck to coax himself to a calm.

You feel warm and fuzzy, humming as you try to steady your breath. 

You two lay for a sec before he pulls out slowly, prompting your body to shake as you gasp. Jungkook grins the entire time, watching the way you bask in the sensitivity of your rim and the warmth of his cum.

“You came~” you hum, sounding a little aloof; clearly cock-drunk.

“Yeah, cuz you're so beautiful.”

You giggle, but then your face contorts. “Ah!” You place a hand on your belly “Mmh~ Kookie, the towel… Did I bleed?” Your hand goes to touch your entrance.

“No, Baby. Are you still hurting?” You nod.

Jungkook spreads you open, examining your gaping hole; no blood but you're contracting more than usual. And you’re pushing, trying to alleviate some pressure off your abdomen.

“Mmh, Baby.” He runs a finger around your entrance. “Did you cum?” You shake your head. “So, I’m a bad Daddy, huh?”

You nod, causing Jungkook to smile a bit as he caresses your cheek. “Pretty pussies deserve to be fucked.” He stares at your pussy and you stare at him back, admiring the way his warm brown eyes wander. You used to get embarrassed, but now you feel pretty when he worships you.

Jungkook rubs your little patch of hair, lightly tugging as you moan. It drives him wild. It's so soft and full, like a faerie’s hidden grove; protecting your delicate flower in the depths of its lush.

He rubs a finger over your baby hair. “Can Daddy fuck your pussy?”

You hum as he watches you think. You’ve let him fuck you close to your period before, but that’s usually three days before when you just feel uneasy in the tummy. It’s supposed to come on tonight and you figure a warm shower will trigger it. But you’re hurting much more than usual. And you feel a little tense too.

“O- Okay. But if I bleed, tell me cuz that's icky.”

“Anything you give me, Baby, is a gift.”

“Jungkook~” you whine as he laughs.

Raising up, he looks into your eyes as his fingers smooth over your baby hairs.

“Can you take me ass up?” You nod, and Jungkook places hands on your waist, helping you onto your tummy. You groan. “I got you, Baby.”

He throws the towel over a pillow before putting it under your lower belly.

“Arms up, Baby Girl,” he coos, bringing your hands to rest by your head. His hands grab your waist gently pushing down so that your plump ass tilts up.

Jungkook opens your legs, giving him access to spread your ass, allowing a little squirt of cum spill out.

“Does Daddy’s cum feel good in your ass?”

“Mmh hmm,” you smile. “Warm.”

“Good.” Jungkook rubs your supple skin, squeezing lightly. He blows on your hole causing it to clench. You whine as he watches your wet pussy open back up with a squelching from your gaping hole.

“So sensitive for my cock,” he growls against your lips.

“Fuck me, Daddy. Fill my pussy, please. Make the pain go away.”

He groans at your pleas. All he wants you to do is run to him when you need saving.

Jungkook lays a hand to your bloated stomach. “Feel me in your tummy?” He leans over to whisper into your ear as you whimper, nodding. He grabs your heat pack, placing it between your lower abdomen and the towel covered pillow.

“Mmh~ Thank you, Daddy,” you hum, feeling more relaxed.

Rubbing your hips and ass, he takes in your position: ass up and holes begging for his cock. Absolute perfection.

“Daddy?”

“Hm?~”

“Are you gonna fuck me raw?”

He nods, continuing to rub your hips. “Are you scared to bleed?”

“Yes.”

“You can trust me, don’t you?”

“Yes, of course.” You look over your shoulder at him with a pout on your lips.

“Then, Daddy won’t fuck you so hard that you bleed.”

“O- Okay.”

Jungkook lines himself up and sinks in. Your ass tilts down as you feel his veiny cock glide along your walls, stretching and filling you up.

Your eyes shut tight as you try to relish in the pleasure running through you.

“Almost there, Baby.” His grip tightens on your hip as the other lightly presses on your back, pushing you back down onto the bed.

“You can take my cock like a good girl, huh?”

Overwhelmed, you moan in response.

As he bottoms out, your pussy flutters around him and your holes contract, pushing cum to leak from your ass and down onto his cock.

His thrusts are slow and his hips are purposely tilted to drag along your g-spot. When Jungkook pulls out, his cock is glistening in translucent slick.

“Mmh~ Baby, no blood,” he coos, patting your butt.

Pushing back in, you clench, making his cock stutter a bit to get in.

“Baby, you need to relax.”

“I can't; it hurts,” you whine.

Jungkook bends down and kisses you softly before his tongue invades your mouth. You relax, letting his wet taste swirl around yours, sucking you down.

“Ugh,” you cry, causing his hips to stutter. You begin to throw your ass back, not wanting him to stop now as you’re finally ready. “Don't stop, please~” The pain from his cock is deliciously distracting from the previous feeling in your walls. “Keep going. Just like that,” you gasp. Even the heat pack seems to disperse the pain like a deep massage.

The room fills with squelching as you suck his cock into you cunt, “Mmh, Daddy~ So fucking big.”

“Yeah, Baby, just for you,” Jungkook growls into your ear, leaning his chest against your back.

“Fuck my tight little pussy, Daddy.”

His pace quickens, fucking into you as your ass slap against his thighs. You join in throwing your ass back gently as his growls turn into whimper. The sound of your love making fills the air.

“Taking Daddy’s cock so fucking well, Baby,” Jungkook moans, his head throwing back as his eyes close to savor the feeling of your suckling walls. “You deserve this cock; you worked so hard this month. You make me so proud, Baby Girl.”

You whine at his praise, clenching and shaking. You can feel every throb of his veiny cock. Your pussy’s grip tightens and the painfully sweet strokes cause you to release more slick. Jungkook’s worked up a steady pace, enough to fuck your slick milky white and thick at the base of his cock. With each glide out, threads of your shared cum bridge between you.

“Fuck-” The female body truly amazes him.

When Jungkook hits that perfect spot, you cry out, shaking as your arms give out. Your eyes shut hard as you tip over the precipice of a hot flash. Then your coil breaks and you forget where you are, basking in the ecstacy between your legs.

“Ugh. Mmh~ Koo."

You're too high to notice the way Jungkook looks down upon you. Despite the bumbling fucked out mess you’ve become, you still look serene in his eyes.

It’s only till he feels warmth run down his thighs that he notices that you’ve coated his cock red.

Jungkook is immediately filled with astonishment and overwhelming pleasure. “Aw, Baby, you’re so fucking gorgeous on my dick,” he beams while continuing to slowly fuck, coaxing you further. He hums, watching your blood gush around his pubic before feeling it run down his balls and drip onto the towel.

As you slowly recover, your breathing becomes steadier and you're able to take in your surroundings and the first thing you notice is the coppery scent.

Your eyes widen as you whine, “Jungkook!” Looking behind your shoulder, his glistening face graces you. Sweat covers his naked body as he rakes a hand through his damp hair. His dark eyes bore into you as he licks his lips, grinning.

“Daddy, no…” Your hand trails down his abs before you lay back down, too mesmerizing to remember why you opposed him in the first place.

You two stare into each other's eyes as the room continues to swell with the sound of your bloody cunt. After some time, he leans down against your back, sliding his arm under you before pressing his nose against your cheek. All his weight comes down onto you, coveting you in his warmth and driving his cock deeper. You feel closer to him than ever before. And so does he.

Your blood is a tether. Is a life line.

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[jtkys]

Could u do hcs for platonic affection with spideygang and aroace reader 🥺?

(I just wanna give them kisses on the cheeks and foreheads bc they’re like precious friends😭)

𝐨𝐟𝐜 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧, 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭/𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 (づ￣ ³￣)づ

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐲𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟!!

✩☆ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂!𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐘𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐗 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ☆✩

(𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐲𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐠𝐰𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞, 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐯𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛 \(^ヮ^)/)

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐜𝐬!! (≧◡≦)

⋆⁺₊⋆“ 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. ,,⋆⁺₊⋆

★ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰...

⋆⁺₊⋆𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬⋆⁺₊⋆

Miles and Gwen live in a generation where being part of the lgbtq+ is a lot more accepted and normalised, so when he finds out you’re aroace, he fully supports you. He’s the guy who will happily go to pride with you and try his best to understand what’s its like to be you and to be aroace, and have that as a part of your identity. I headcanon personally that miles is bi, so he gets it (kinda). He and you are the ones that go out and spray paint, sitting on rooftops stargazing, drawing together and etc. he’s prolly one of the most affectionate in a friendly way out of the spidey gang. He’s naturally empathetic- he will always give you a hug or platonic forehead kisses when you need it. He lets you vent and talk about your feelings whenever, he’s truly an amazing friend. Hes easy to talk to and hes not judgemental, rio and jeff raised him to be respectful and open minded- so thats what he is. He makes you feel safe and welcomed. If anything ever happens, you know his parents apartment is where you can go- his parents love you, too.

⋆⁺₊⋆𝐠𝐰𝐞𝐧⋆⁺₊⋆

Just like miles (see above) she’s in a generation where being lgbtq+ is much more accepted- and as soon as she finds out, or you tell her, she’s immediately proud of you and your identity- and she will kick the asses of anyone who dares speak negatively about you because of it. She’s got a “protect trans kids” flag on her wall, so she definitely supports you fully. I personally headcanon that she’s a trans lesbian/bisexual (haven’t decided yet) and has a lot of internalised anger from that , so if you’re ever angry about something or other, she’s the girl you go to. She knows how to get the anger out healthily, and she wants you to be safe if you’re beating the shit out of something. She probably takes you to rage rooms, skyscraper hangouts and cute cafés around the city. She (and Hobie) are the ones you get up to the most shenanigans with. She’s your go-to girl if you wanna sneak out- shes not as empathetic as miles, but she cares about you a lot and she’s not against hugging you, stroking your hair and cuddling, etc. she’s there when you need to be angry, or open.

⋆⁺₊⋆𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞⋆⁺₊⋆

He’s a little bit older than gwen and miles (he’s canonically 19-20 in the movies) but he’s still in the same generation, AND he’s punk so he’s really, really accepting. He would LOVE going to pride and pride marches, especially if it’s for you. He probably (aside from gwen) gets into the lost trouble with you, sneaking out, going for late night swings and terrorising fascists and cops together, that’s his kinda thing to do with you. And he knows that he’s with you to keep you safe, so that’s good too!! He will also, like gwen, kick the shit out of anyone who decides to be homophobic to you or is rude to you about being aroace. He canonically let’s gwen stay at his place when she’s struggling with her dad, let’s her wear his shoes, gives her the goddamned WATCH that she’s gonna use to save miles, helps miles out almost the whole movie, so he’s always looking out for his friends. He’ll do the same for you, you’re his best mate. Also when you’re with him, nobody’s gonna fuck with you. Nobody wants to fuck about with you when you’re with a 6’3+ (with platforms) that’s covered in spikes and sharp things. He’s not as affectionate as the others, but he gives amazing hugs and know how to calm you down. He’s your #1 supporter, and he’s also the most likely to sit down with you and let you vent, even if you get mad.

⋆⁺₊⋆𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐯𝐢𝐫⋆⁺₊⋆

He’s a really sweet guy, and he also supports you a ton. I headcanon that he’s straight and an ally, but he probably enjoys pride and is the lost lively when at pride out of all of them. Gives MAJOR supportive bestie vibes- he’s in the same generation as miles and Gwen so he’s a lot more adjusted to queer people and etc, and his grandmother definitely taught him to be open minded and respectful- so that’s what he is. He doesn’t really get up to many shenanigans and whatnot, but he’s not allergic to fun. He probably does art with you; teaches you about his culture (and you do the same with your culture) takes you out on swings with him, and etc. he’s also pretty affectionate, like miles, so he’ll hug you and comfort you when necessary. If you vent about any negative emotions, be warned, he may cry. He’s empathetic like miles, and family means a lot to him, and you’re like family to him. And realistically, nobody wants to see their family upset. He’ll make you chai (NOT CHAI TEA CHAI MEANS TEA!!!!! YOU’RE SAYING “TEA TEA”!!!!!!!!) and sit down to talk to you about how you’re feeling, explaining that he’s always gonna be there for u. He’s a sweetheart <3

⋆⁺₊⋆𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛 ⋆⁺₊⋆

He’s not a part of gen z and not as used to lgbtq+ related things, but as SOON as you come out to him, he’s immediately hugging you and crying about how he supports you and is proud of you and glad you could share that part of yourself with him. I mean his officially a dad in atsv, and he sees the gang as his kids, so he’s like a proud and supportive dad 24/7. It takes him a while to remember all the labels and identities and etc, but he’s trying super hard!! He really is. Hes also very likely to let you vent to him, he’s like your personal therapist. If you ask him to come with you to pride, he’d be overjoyed and be celebrating the whole time you were there. Yk those parents of lgbtq kids at pride who give out free hugs to peoples who’s family don’t accept them? That’s Peter right there. He’s probably least likely to support your shenanigans, he says it’s dangerous and you shouldn’t be putting yourself in dangerous situations like that. He knows you’re a teenager though, so he kinda understands. doesn’t mean he wants you to do it though, it’s just because he cares. If anyone talks shit cause you’re aroace, they better prepared to have the LIFE lectured out of them. Affection wise- he’s always up to comfort you and hug you, he gives dad hugs. He’s just a sweet guy who sees you as his kid and wants the best for you <3

𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫.. 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩, 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐈’𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬 😭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬!! 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞!! 💕

(づ￣ ³￣)づ

[yesitsmewhataboutit]

Bloodlust

Vampire!Shoto Todoroki x Reader

➤ You’re leaving for a week. You and Shoto come up with a plan on how he’ll survive while you’re gone, but things don’t always go as planned

»»——⍟——««A/n: ngl yall, this sat in my drafts finished for MONTHS 😭I apologize. But uhh…. This will prolly be my last vampire au writing😅

Warning⚠️: blood, needles, medical stuff (I’m aware I’m not a doctor idc if it’s inaccurate), cliffhanger ending depending on how well you know me

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Clothes, toiletries, shoes, snacks, and your carry-on. Yup, you're all packed. Only one last thing to do before you left for your flight.

Today, you're leaving for a week long trip for your job. You're leaving, and Todoroki's staying. As much as he would love to come with you, he has things to care of while you're gone. You're all packed, ready to head out the door, except for the last -most important- thing you have to do before you leave.

You leave your bags at the front door, opting to search for the boy in question. You find him sitting at the edge of your bed, scrolling through his laptop. "Sho, I'm ready to go, wanna start?"

He looks up, smiling at you and setting his laptop to the side, meeting you at the bedroom door in a few quick strides. "Yeah," he leans down giving you a quick kiss on the lips, "go ahead to the living room, I'll get the supplies."

You follow his instructions, sitting down and making yourself comfortable as you wait for him to get the items needed to draw your blood. Usually, Shoto feeds from you, but since he can't go with you, plus you're going to be gone for a week, you made the decision on him drawing blood from you to keep him fed while you're gone.

He comes into the living room, sets everything down on the table, and turns to you. He offers you his hand, a sign to give him your arm. When you do, he pauses. "You should probably lie down." You do, keeping your arm outstretched to him and relaxing on the couch. "Let me know if it hurts too much."

He goes the full nine yards, wrapping a tie around your arm, rubbing his finger over the spot he picked to make sure the blood is pumping. He does it all. He gives you one last look, needle in hand, before sticking you with it, watching your blood filter from your body, into the bag next to you.

"You sure that'll be enough?" you ask, noticing he only has two blood bags.

"Yes, Love. I'll need to pace myself while your gone," he says gently, bringing his hand up to rest on your cheek.

You smile, turning your head a bit to look at him. "I wish you were coming."

"I wish I was coming too. but it's ok, you'll be back in no time," he laughs slightly, "and I'll again get to drink from the sweet source." He leans over, playfully nudging his nose again your cheek, making you squirm and laugh for a moment before lays his hand on your stomach. "Don't move too much."

His tone says he doesn't want to waste any blood that might drip, but his eyes say he just doesn't want to accidentally hurt you, needle being in your arm and all, so you settle smiling at him and waiting to be done.

"Ok, one more, almost done," he says, pressing his thumb to stop the flow, changing the bag and securing it before hooking up a new one and letting it start filling again. "You're doing so well. Thank you for this." Shoto settles his hand into yours, rubbing his thumb in circles on your skin.

"Of course, anything for you, Sho. Just don't get caught with blood bags in the fridge and medical supplies in the bathroom while I'm gone," you joke, earning and laugh from him.

About halfway through the second bag, Shoto notices your eyes starting to flutter shut. You're fighting unconsciousness. Shoto scoots closer, his hand instinctively going to your shoulder. "Y/n? Hey, Love, do you need me to stop?" He barely waits for an answer before his hands are creeping down to unhook everything.

"No, no, I'm ok," you sigh weakly, "want- want you to finish."

Todoorki bites his lips, looking down at the three-quarters-filled bag. 'Ok, ok. Almost done, almost done, baby," he says quickly.

The second the bag is filled he wastes no time unhooking the needles and stopping everything, checking over your whole body, listening to heart rate, and letting you lay on the couch as he cleans everything. This is the first time you had done this, and everyone reacts to getting blood drawn differently, so it's not even a thought as Shoto offers to instead drive you to the airport, wanting you to rest in the car ride, of course, giving you and a small bowl of cereal and juice to eat before heading on the road.

"Thanks again. You know it means a lot," he says, pulling up to the airport drop-off area. You'd slept the whole ride, getting enough strength to make it through security, to the gate, and on your plane, where you'll probably sleep the whole ride.

"Of course, Sho. No regrets," you smile. "Be safe while I'm gone."

He laughs and frowns. "That's my line."

You smile. “Yeah, guess it is.” You lean to him, giving him one last kiss goodbye. “Love you.”

“Love you, too”

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Your trip went well, and you're happy to be coming back. You missed Todoroki and your home. The first two days, things seemed fine, he'd text you and call when possible, keeping you updated, after though, things got quieter until it was just plain silence.

You chose not to let yourself worry, burying yourself in the work you had to do while you were gone and not thinking about it, knowing he's fine, he's strong, and he'll be home when you get back. Judging by the text you got from him before you boarded the flight home, you knew the last few days must have only been paranoia and circumstances:

See you soon, Y/n.

You pull up to your home and get out, getting your bags and walking to the front door. There's something running through your veins. Partially excitement to see Shoto again, but also something else. Fear? Dread? You weren't sure, but whatever it is, it still pushes you on as you unlock the door and open it.

If it wasn’t fear that you felt before, you definitely felt it now. The house was dark, only light coming through the blinds lit it enough for you to see. And it’s cold, any colder you’d be able to see your own breath. Things are scattered everywhere, almost like someone went into a fit of anger and started throwing things.

You leave your bags on the floor, forgotten about as you step forward, Shoto’s name on the tip of your tongue, but dying in your mouth before the first syllable even comes out, a flash and small burst of cold air going past you, and then you feel arms circle you from the side, pulling you into a cold body.

Your breath is caught in your throat as you feel Shoto’s breath on your neck. You try to speak, try to move, but he’s strong, keeping you pinned against him, even at the weird angle.

His hand grasps your neck, tightening around it and keeping you still as he leans in. You feel panic start to rise in your bloodstream. What could’ve happened? He said you left enough blood, everything should have been fine. But you know this, you know the signs, you caught a quick enough glimpse of Shoto’s blown pupils. The way his usual eye colors are gone, you feel his tight grip in every move he makes. The look on his face tells it all.

This is Shoto’s bloodlust.

He’s only been in bloodlust twice before around you, but both of those times it wasn’t necessarily geared toward hunger, but now, you’re not sure what’ll happen. But you still hold on to the thought that Todoroki knows you, he loves you, and he isn't going to kill you. He’d rather go through all his life again and have to redo every moment again before he drained you of all the blood you need to live. You trust him.

Todoroki squeezed his hand around your neck, making your pulse jump once again as he drags you to his mouth, also leaning down all at the same time and opening his mouth.

There’s no second thought, no hesitation or regard, only the pain of the bite. The feeling of his fangs digging into your skin, eager and draining your blood. It’s fast, so fast you can almost feel the blood rushes out of you, a big change compared to how he usually does it, slow and steady, letting you savor the tranquil feeling like you usually do.

You can feel his arms wrapped firmly around your body, and for a second, he pulls away, but only so he can turn you, making your chest flush against his as he digs his fangs into your skin again.

This time, it only lasts about ten seconds before you feel your vision to go. Your body feeling heavy, and suddenly so much more tired than seconds ago. Your eyes flutter shut, and your legs go out, consciousness slipping from your grasp.

Todoroki feels your body going limp, and he secures his arm around you, keeping you against him as he continues to feed. He carries you to the bedroom, his mouth still attached, and he lays you on the bed, his body fully over yours as your blood begins seeping from his mouth, and he continues to feed.

Shoto loves you, he protects you, you trust him. Shoto would never kill you.

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[messenger-of-stupidity]

William thoughts hehe

I listened to it in art class today and accidentally started drawing his crown icon in the corner.

Anyways

His accent (even when redone by Erik) still itches my brain.

But, the fact he split up the explanations was pretty smart. He recognizes that Sam and Vincent are different. Sam is more comfortable with himself, holding less doubt about the person that he is than Vincent is. Vincent has had so much character development. So has Sam of course, but not from the same 180 personality shift Vincent has.

Vincent used to be our flirty-shoes-on-bed vampire. Now he's a dork who has a thing for crowns (COUGH COUGH). So William realized that Vincent would have more questions than Sam did and wanted to have a space for Vincent to ask all those questions. As for whether or not I think Vincent will leave...

No. I don't think he will. I do think he'll try to push more diplomatic solutions to the issues that rise up. Maybe, since Porter has been labeled as the hitman for the clan, Vincent will take charge over diplomacy. He certainly knows how to handle people if given some time to prepare. I could see Vincent and Lovely being the first resort, and if that doesn't work, Porter (and prolly Alexis) get involved. We know imperium Alexis isn't above bloodshed, so some of that has to transfer over to Canon. This way, Vincent can live knowing that they tried peaceful resolutions first. And, like a lot of other people are saying, he's too closely tied. Lovely and Vincent's whole sense of community lives within the clan. The Shaw pack are friends, but the clan is their family. If they stopped being Solaires, they would kind of be loners. No matter what William says about always being welcome.

But Sam.

Sam is absolutely leaving. He asked the questions he needed, and got the answers that came with them. He's already closer with the pack, having game nights and vacations and celebrations with them. David has told him he's family (I'm pretty sure). He even has some inside jokes now. Something I'm not sure he has with his clan. He'll definitely stay friends with Vincent, and always be grateful to William for distancing Alexis from him.

But being part of the clan seems to be painful for him. He doesn't enjoy any of the clan gatherings (Vincent takes some enjoyment from them, since he was looking forward to spending the summit with Lovely. Sam was not excited to go, even with Darlin and some of the Shaw pack coming) and is only close to Vincent and William. Plus his "That's all I need to know" totally sounded like a "Farewell then". He knew there was an option to leave, and with another sense of community waiting for him, he's going to take it.

Plus, he never took the Solaire name. I'm sure William offered it, but he didn't take it. Vincent did.

I am curious about how David is going to react to this. William invited his pack to a gathering where he had a double assassination carried out. And there's some tension between the older vampires and werewolves, so no matter how small of a chance there was, David's pack could have been blamed simply because of outdated prejudice.

Even if that didn't happen, it's not like David wants Angel anywhere near something dangerous. Like a potential vampire fight breaking out. We know how seriously David takes protecting his pack. I wanna see the conversation David has with William for putting his pack in a position to be involved indirectly with what happened.

[badlydrawnbabydirk]

// intro thing cause I haven’t done one for whatever reason

howdy hey, welcome in. but uh first wipe ur shoes on the doormat — robro might actually gut you if you track in mud. you can read the blog’s name, welcome to super hell. enjoy ur stay. i only have a few simple rules:

don’t be weird

really easy just don’t be a wackjob. irdc who interacts as long as you don't do anything problematic when interacting. i very sparingly block people on this blog, so if you do just know you fucked up and maybe you should think about it while sitting in the timeout corner w/ ur little dunce hat 🫶 (u’ll prolly only get blocked if you harass me or try to ship robro and dirk together so don't worry too much. i figure you guys will be safe.)

this also extends to asks. just. dont be weird. i’m a minor and one of the characters is literally a baby. idc about robro thirst (it’s pretty entertaining really) just be mindful that a teenager will be reading ur asks.

2. be chill

i have a lot of asks and notifications so just. if i don’t see smth or answer ur ask immediately don’t get pissy. i’m currently taking ap classes and work part-time, so my schedule is usually filled. i’ll get to your asks eventually, scouts honor. i don’t like conflict, so just don’t try and start anything. i’ll ignore you.

3. have fun

yes this is a rule it’s mandatory that you have a good time here. send me funny asks, (about the characters or i, idc lol), interact with me. go silly go stupid.

extra stuff: please ping me if you want my attention. it helps a lot with sorting through notifications. my name is odie/hal (call me hal if you want me to be happy), my main is @0rphiichaze. if you need me, shoot me a msg there or here idm. if you’re shy and wanna submit fanart privately (tysm), that’d be the way to go as well. i’m also generally down to make friends so just msg me if you want.

anyways i think that’s it, i may add on more when i see fit. peace out queers

[bywons]

moots as songs

𓈒 ୭ৎ 🖇 — 𝒎oot games !

sorry i took a bit long bae :( </3

♡ @euncsace as always forever by cults ( you and me always forever, we could stay along together say you'll never be separate )

♡ @atrirose as salvatore by lana del rey ( i adore you, can't you see, you're meant for me? summer's hot but I've been cold without you )

♡ @leaderwon as white ferrari by frank ocean ( i care for you still and I will forever that was my part of the deal, honest we got so familiar )

♡ @voikiraz as you get me so high by the neighborhood ( we could be the greatest it doesn't matter if we're never rich or famous )

♡ @haknom as lover's rock by TV girl ( you like a pretty boy, with a pretty voice who's trying to sell u something )

♡ @hoonvrs as stargirl interlude by the weeknd and lana del rey ( and i shouldn't cry but i love it starboy, i just wanna see you shine cause i know you are a stargirl )

♡ @lilacnini as remember when by wallows ( do you remember when we felt like the only two alive? don't let me be one of the people that seek a lost romance )

♡ @copyhanni as good looking by suki waterhouse ( baby, I'm high octane, fever in a shock wave, my core vibrates in an opium haze )

♡ @weoris as pain by pinkpantheress ( i expected to see you on your morning run again i know i shouldn't be watching 'cause every time i feel the pain )

♡ @lheebra as washing machine heart by mitski ( toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart, baby bang it up inside )

♡ @bambisite as melting by kali uchis ( so you'll smile at everything i say you got some soft lips and some pearly whites )

♡ @isoobie as the perfect pair by beabadobee ( 'cause I would anyways we'd end up like always you know me, you better show me )

♡ @okwonyo as show me how by men i trust ( show me how you care, tell me how you loved before, show me how you smile )

♡ @wonifullove as stupid in love by max, huh yunjin ( let's get married in vegas, we don't need guest list i don't wanna think too much )

♡ @naespas as are you bored yet? by wallows, clairo ( 'cause we could stay at home or watch the sunset, but I can't help from askin', "are you bored yet?" )

♡ @rsmura as tek it by cafuné ( i watch the moon, let it run my mood, can't stop thinking of you )

♡ @yeokii as i must apologise by pink pantheress ( Your paranoia, it happens all the time, and that's 'cause lying's a big problem of mine )

♡ @sainns as dancing with your ghost by sasha sloan ( im still your girl, holding on too tight, head up in the clouds )

HELP i hope i didn't miss out any of my pookies 😔 if i did don't be sad bae, it's prolly becuz i dunno ur vibe yet as we don't interact much! SO TALK TO ME BAEEE :3