#but i tell him that i dont wanna sound like i peaked in high school

[filoras]

went to p*rtola this year......it was okay but still had fun tho

[coniangray]

St5 teaser breakdown

(cus im bored) (spoilers, duh....i think)

All these clips are from the first 2 eps cus ofc they wont wanna spoil more that early into production. Like imagine if this felt too much of a sneak peak, the season is gonna be HUGE and this will feel like the 0.00001% of what it actually is lmao.

The school scenes:

i think first scenes, all from episode one.

The boys will catch a signal from the radio the night prior, paralleling s2e1

but this time either will lives with the wheelers or hes at the radio station and they contact from there.

the signal might be near a military base OR

its henrys signal that needs decoding excactly like the scoop troops did in st3.

So, the dynamics here are gonna be reminicent of both s2 and s3e2.

some quotes like "what are you doing on this channel again" and ''I cracked it", "cracked what?","I cracked the code" are also gonna make the cut. This scene will be paralelled with either mike or dustin, since these two were the brain of the party.

BONUS:

And what did robin also figure out in s4? Oh, wait-

I dont actually know what this code is, but i know it needs all four of them to solve it. And what if, in the background of the signal they catch up on little dream of me playing in the background?

The daisy song being broadcasted was accidental; the russians werent planning on including it there or they just did it as a distraction (they might have recorded the code within the crowd of the mall in brought daylight.) So what if the music, even if there is one at the background, is accidental too? After all, this song is mentioned as victors safe space because he called ella fitzgerald an angel, not henrys.

It all has to do with vecna at the end of the day, given how will touches his neck and feels him. This is an early sign of the symptoms, given how later, after school, they grow bigger and wider, giving will his first vision of the day:

And i dont even need to tell yall what this scene paralels lol

same table, but not same tree.

The code solving talk still continues here, because of how convenient it is to have will see the clock, zone out, walk towards it while the rest of the group talks about vecna and him capturing his victims in manipulative ways. In this scene they will bring up metaphors and allegories, just like they did with chrissy and eddie "do you ever feel like youre losing your mind?","i feel like im going crazy right now, doing a deal with the queen of hawkins high".

Also, like eddie said, this place promises safety because no o ne ever goes out there. SO, my bet is, mike chose they go there since eddie mustve told him right before he died.

bet hell say sth between the lines of "We have to go somewhere private. Somewhere no one can hear us." and thatll be most likely during lunch.

And thats where the bullies come in.

In order to continue their scenes out there, they mustve been interrupted by andy and jasons squad, and teased as to what they were doing with the radio on the table, given the leaks we got back in january or mike and dustin being followed by them.

no i have a feeling that during this arguement (after lunch and before the table scene), andy will attack mike and dustin and will will hopefully give a punch, paraleling el and angela in s4 and joyce in s3. This is my guess here, but i hope its true cus poor boy needs to throw hands with sb.

Spoiler alert it might not happen that day cus all of them are safe and sound without a scratch in the table woods scene.

After the woods scene, dustin visits eddied grave with his bike, which vandalized to the gods and guess who did it; thats right the bullies.

which will probably paralel maxs scene on billys grave

I wanna believe we get a heartfelt speech about his and mikes relationship with eddie, warming the ground for more eddie flashbacks to come. No, he wont get vecnad here, but rather found and beaten up by andi and the bullies, cus he was seen with a bruised face later on

and yes, the projector scene is also from the same day.

Another interesting thing to point out here is how the duffers said that our characters will start the season in action, so all the el scenes fighting vecna in the upside down and all the lights flickering, theyre all from the first 2 episodes.

After school and after the graveyard, with propably a few new scenes taking place in the middle, they all go to the new station set, and as it seems the byers are doing a presentation??

Probably from their experience in the uspide down, or most likely explaining sth about vecnas connection.

Orrr its a group thing, idk.

The thing is, dustin is beaten up standing next to steve. My bets are that hell notice dustin is hurt and make a huge deal about it, argue with the party on why he was found like that in the first place.

This would also be a chance to bring up the dynamics from the previous seasons and their flaws, aka dustin being with steve more time than he was with the party or others.

The thing is, in the same scene we see this;

M4tt showing n0ah how to choke.

Things most likely get heated in this scene, and that triggers wills connection with vecna. The mindflayer activates, and he becomes like billy.

And who else flayed choked sb else prior to this?

LETS GO BABY WE ROLL !!

Will will attack someone, most likely steve, cus he was also shown beaten up later in the teaser, especially in the car scene with nancy n johnathan.

Which leads us to this leak;

Its night, right outside the radio station. My guess is that steve tries to escape but part of him stays cus hell its will that attacks, that boy is harmless, right? While will is just there, chocking him and bagginf him to run.

Its the perfect lead up imo; first he feels the mf getting closer, then he has the vision and then he gets activated.

i feel like this is the cliffhanger between e1 and e2, since it would be perfect to have us waiting for steves safety and wills sanity for the next episode.

Bonus bonus;

Nancys Candy striper outfit

Going undercover in ep 1 was not on mybingo card, so im guessing shes an actual vollunteer at the hospital, because shed have to gain trust in order to sneak in and steal files.

but then again, why from tyhe hospital? all this place has ws maxs condition, which was already known to her and the rest of the team.

Involving her with such type of environment is simply to create more paraelels from the hmh scenes in s3.

Now, we also got this leak from april, and its most likely for ep4

the vollunteer is obviously nancy, but for her to return to that outfit, shell have to wear it again. So that means what i said, she became a vollunteer to gain trust and steal the proper files from the turnbows mansion thats connected to the lab.

Wills outfit also indicates its from a later episode.

As for the hopper scenes, idk a lot to break it down. And for el, this must be in ep 1 since this is unfinished bussiness from the piggyback if u nthink abt it

Thats it, hope you enjoyed my brain fart and i hope im right.

[eddieshellfxre]

Study Date

Eddie Munson x fem reader

word count: 2k

summary: Eddie notices the way you look at him and suggests to Ms. O’Donalls you give him some private tutoring

warnings: 18+ fingering, oral sex, swearing, unprotected sex

second time im posting, hope you like it and i hope it brings you some joy…. we all need it after this seasons’s finale

“Mr. Munson you might want to write this down if you wanna pass my class” Ms. O’Donalls says while tapping on the board “Or do you want to continue here for the rest of your life? Im sure long-time senior wont look good on your CV”

Eddie chuckles and taps on your shoulder “hey… do you have a pen i can borrow?” you turn around and meet his sweet brown eyes. You’ve always found Eddie quite attractive but you were totally in diferente high school hierarchies! “pretty please sweetheart” he tilts his head with a smile in hopes flattery works on you. You roll your eyes and hand him a piece of paper and a pen

“You really need to start caring more about school Munson” you turn your back to him continuing writing what Ms. O’Donalls was writting on the board.

Eddie raises his hand to talk, and everybody turns to look at him, except you because you knew some tragic shit was gonna come out. Ms. O’Donalls gives Eddie permission to speak “Maybe y/n could give me some tutoring for extra help, dont you think?” you stop what you’re doing and look up, quite in shock as to why was he saying this.

what the actual fuck Munson

“i think thats a marvelous idea. y/n is one of our best students, dont you dare take her to the dark side” she says pointing her pen in his direction.

Eddie is offended by this, putting his hand to his chest and gasping “Ms. O’Donalls…. i could never. im offended you would think this of me” he smiles and turns to you “so….. 7 sounds good princess?” the smirk on his face does make you feel some type of way but you dont let it show

“sure whatever, dont be late Munson” you say frowning pointing at him

***

Its 7pm and still no sign of Eddie. This was his idea, why isnt he here already? He really cant be trusted.

You pace around in your room, everything layed down on the bed, books, cards, papers, pens of all different colors. You could just tell he wasn’t gonna bring anything and it would all be up to you. You suddently hear the doorbell ring downstairs and go open the door. When you do, Eddie greets you with a smile splattered across his face

“well hello beautiful” he looks you up and down as he admires your legs in the shorts you were wearing “you expect me to concentrate on studying when you look like that?” he asks coming in closer to you.

“keep it in your pants Munson, we’re here to study, dont get your hopes up….. or nothing else for that matter! lets go” you grab him by the arm and guide him to your room. open the door and tell him to sit on the bed “so….” you start, you dont know why but having Eddie Munson sitting on your bed makes you feel nervous, the way he just gets comfortable really easy and just lays on your pillow with his hands behind his head for support, his hellfire shirt slightly risen up showing the lower part of his belly, the elastic from his briefs peaking from his jeans. “is there anything you’re having more difficulty in?” you exhale out, trying your best not to look nervous. You look down at your books, flipping through the pages

Eddie smiles and sits up, back leaning on your headboard “yes there actually is” you tilt your head slightly up to look at him, watch him as he moves closer to you “im having a lot of difficulty not ripping those shorts off you right now and do all the things you secretly want me to do to you!” he leans in closer to your neck, his breath on you gives you chills, you close your eyes and tilt your head giving him more access - what am i doing right now? this cant be happening! - “you really think i dont notice the way you look at me?” his hand moving from your neck to your chest “you make everyone think youre such a good girl but you want me dont you sweetheart?” he asks leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, his hand massaging your breasts gently. you’re not wearing a bra so you’re much more sensitive, Eddie notices and smiles “oh youre making this much easier for me…. and quite hard too” he laughs looking down on his jeans. You can just tell how big he his by the size of his bulge. You’re chest is rising up and down and feel your heart at the throat!

Hes not lying, even though you were completely different people you couldnt help but to sometimes think of all the things you’d do to him. You wanna tell him how much you want him but cant help but feel defenseless. Hes well aware of the power he has over you right now, snap of his fingers and you’re his without even thinking

Eddie throws all the books on the floor and pushes you onto the bed, he hovers over you, his hair falling on you as he kisses you. You went to touch him but he pins your hands above you with his, his rings marking your wrists as he holds you in place, his hand trailed down your body slowly, teasing you more and more. His hands meet the waistband of your shorts and he looks up at you. You close your eyes and go numb

“look at me! i want you to see me go down on you” he places kisses and the bottom of your belly, leaving little marks, spreading your legs wide, you support yourself on your arms and lock eyes with him “good girl” he says as he rips your shorts off throwing then across the room. his breath close to you, he kisses your pussy through your underwear and its driving you insane “god youre so wet. this all for me princess?”

“Eddie— i want!! please” a moan slips from your lips as you grind your hips slowly “i want you, i want you so bad” you beg embarrassed by how pathetic you must look

He moves your underwear to the side placing his tongue at your entrance and moving it up your slit meeting your clit. You throw your head back in pleasure. already feeling your knees go weak at his touch. He locks his mouth on your clit swirling his tongue in circles while his inserting two fingers in you, you can feel the coldness of his rings against your hot pussy driving you crazy. Curling on his fingers hitting just the right spot as he plays with your clit in his mouth. He’s so good at this, no one has ever treat you like this, make you feel this way. You bite your bottom lip, trying hard not to let a moan slip through, but it feels so good its hard, you cant help but moan in pleasure

“dont hold them back baby” his voice echoes through you, vibrating against you “i wanna hear you” he keeps inserting his fingers in and out of you.

“my—parents are down stairs Eddie” you say quietly. Eddie doesnt care, his sucking on your clit making you moan even louder “Eddie, im— im coming, dont stop dont stop” he can feel you clench around his fingers, your legs starting to close. He holds them appart with both hands and continues to play with your clit with his tongue. Seconds later you reach your orgasm making you fall down onto your bed. Eddie cleans you up and goes to kiss you, you can taste yourself in his mouth and think its the hottest thing in the world. His bulge creating friction as he moves his hips agaisnt your sensitive spot. “let me taste you Ed” Eddie’s attention snaps out, he was caught off guard by your words, you lock your hand on his belt and pull him closer to you.

“maybe youre not as much of a good girl as i thought you were sweetheart” he says followed his a laugh, his little pet-names that he calls you give you chills through your body “do whatever you want to me im yours” he smiles and you feel like you could melt. he lays down and you sit on him with your legs resting on each side of his thighs. your hand tangled in his hair as you kiss him pulling it ever so slightly. Eddie thrusting his hips up at your touch. you pull his shirt over his head revealing his tattoos, you take a moment to appreciate how beautiful he is right now

You trail your fingers down his skin gently as you make your way down to his ripped jeans, undoing his handcuff belt. He moves his hips up helping you lowering his jeans. His dick springs out and your mouth waters at the sight of it, how big it was.

“like what you see dontcha?” Eddie says while bitting his bottom lip as he watches you take him in your mouth. A moan escaping from his lips as soon as he feels your mouth around him pleasuring him. You try to take all of him but hes too big, his cock touching the back of your throat gagging you, but you can tell he likes it by the way hes thrusting himself in your mouth. You place your hand on his dick and move it the same direction as your mouth, bringing his hand doen to your head guiding you pulling on your hair “fuck— if you keep going like that, i-i cant hold it! just fuck me already” you stop sucking him off and scooch closer to him and lick his lips while you look at him. You position yourself on top of him and raise your hips, he lines himself to tour entrance and you lower yourself onto him, hes so big that the feeling of the stretching draws a loud moan your lips. He watches you as you head falls in pleasure as you feel all of him in you, you place your hands on his chest supporting you to steady yourself

“fuck youre so big Munson” you moan under your breath. you’re close again but dont want it to stop “you feel so good”

“you do me real well baby, so well! fuck— you look so beautiful right now” your legs are getting weak, Eddie notices and starts thrusting his hips up helping you as you both reach close to climax “tell me youre on birth control, because i really dont wanna pull out of you! This pussy is way too good” he says grabbing onto your hips so hard you could could tell it was gonna leave a mark. you nod your head yes, you cant wrap your head around to say any words. Eddie places his thumb on your swollen clit, rubbing it around helping you reach your climax, as he feels you tighten around him he too reaches his. You can feel him release himself into you, a sensation like no other. You collapse on his chest, trying to catch your breath. he grabs your face and pulls you into a kiss so intense it knocks the air out of you again, teeth and tongue clashing against each other. Eddie smiles agaisnt your lips “totally not gonna pass this class if this is what your tutoring looks like”

You laugh and hit him on his chest “and who’s to blame” you say moving his hair from his face

“You sweetheart, with all the looks and lip bitting that you do at school. i’ve wondered for some time what would be like to fuck the hell of you” his hands grabbing onto your ass gripping it tightly “i could just tell you wanted to be fucked by the freak of hawkins high”

“Fuck Eddie you really leave me speechless……. i never saw you as a freak Eddie, i never agreed with thag title” you tell him in a serious tone “but— now that you do know what its like what do you-“ he cuts you off pulling you closer to him, he smiles and looks straight into your eyes

“Theres no grade adequate enough for what we just did baby” he whispers kissing you after.

[mlm-mod-taka]

Hello!! Hope you wouldn't mind me requesting again! if you do, thats fine!! Can i request some headcanons of Mondo Owada, Kiyotaka Ishimaru and Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu (seperately) x gn childhood friend reader and how they grew up together? Like i said, if you don't wanna make this request, that's completely fine!! Have a great day! ☆(•^-^•)☆

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS • mondo, taka, fuyuhiko x gn reader

i dont mind! feel free to request as much as you want. i didnt know if you wanted this to be platonic or romantic, so i just decided to make it romantic, feel free to message me if you want that changed. i hope you enjoy this! also, heres a sprite of taka wearing mondos jacket because i love him <3

tws/cws: mentions of the yakuza/mafia and gangs, cursing, yelling & bullying.

|| -> mod taka <3

if youre friends with mondo, you were most likely friends with daiya too. you three would hang out together alot, since the two brothers saw you as the third sibling they never had. but once daiya got older, he had less time for you two because of the gang and adult things, so you and mondo decided to stick together.

you and mondo often joked around with each other. prouncing on him to scare him whenever you spotted the man in public, him tickling you from the back whenever he saw you, and just alot of inside jokes that sound really strange/illegal when out of context.

you probably know how to ride a motorcycle because of him. you cannot tell me that this man didnt make you ride his first motorcycle. he partly did this because he wanted to teach you, and the other part of him just wanted to see you freak out trying to balance the metal vehicle.

while hes never exactly been the best influence on you as a child, he was definitely extremely supportive of anything that you did. he and daiya are your number one supporters, hands down.

he was a very troublesome kid, which isnt really a surprise for anyone. the big shocker is when he started to open up to you when he was younger, and he ended up being one of the most sensitive and sweet people.

because he opened up to you at such a young age, mondo doesnt really see any problem with being his true self in front of you, since you were one of the few people he trusted and felt vulnerable enough to be genuine with.

he probably developed feelings for you in elementary, and middle school daiya definitely noticed, teasing his brother to no end. he rejected and denied these feelings for a very long time, but all the pent up emotions were really starting to get to him by high school at hopes peak.

he would often snap, because everything was on breaking point. he held in these feelings for so long, that he didnt really know what to do with them anymore.

one day, he decided that enough was enough, and that he needed to tell you. who cares if you didnt feel the same? sure, it would probably make your relationship awkward, but youve been with him for so long, that you deserve to know the truth.

"hey s/o. listen- man. this is alot harder now that youre actually here. so, ugh. i just- i-" he pauses for a second, and takes a deep breath. "I LIKE YOU. okay?! its been fucking me up because i cant do shit without thinking about you... you dont gotta like me back, i just needed to tell you before i exploded all over everyone."

when you took a moment to respond, he starts to panic. his mind is screaming at him for being such an idiot, ruining his long time friendship with you. he was fully ready to tell you to forget what he said, but then he heard the words "oh, i like you too."

his brain short circuits for a bit, not processing that you actually could like him back. but when it hits him, hes the happiest man alive. a weight is lifted off of his shoulders, and he got a really cool lover too!

hes so relieved that your friendship didnt end, and the opposite actually happened. all those years of waiting were definitely worth it. you were worth everything.

had an extremely hard time making friends, especially when he was younger and the scandal surrounding his grandfather was at full force. he was ostrasized by all of his past peers, and was lonely. that was, until, you decided to reach out to him. sure, it was out of pity, but he ended up being your greatest friend.

was very silent and closed off at first, worried that if he showed his true personality, you wouldnt like it. everyone else hated how he acted, and he couldnt lose his only potential friend for something like that.

as time went on, it was very clear that you werent like the others. while the others were mean and harsh to him about his family name, you encouraged him to work hard to rebuild it. as his classmates made fun of him being such a goody two shoes, you admired his commitment. thats when he realized that it might be okay to show you his personality.

it was strange to him, but you seemed to like him more when he was himself. everyone else thought that he was annoying, too loud, too strict, but you were okay with it. this made him a little emotional, since no one showed this kind of consideration and understanding to him before.

since hes a very loyal person, thats the moment that he pledged to support and help you in anyway that he can, since you helped him believe in himself again, and to pick himself back up. you were the only one who really supported him through and through, so he'll give what hes given.

is your own personal cheerleader, ever since you guys were in elementary. if there was a time where you doubted yourself, he would very loudly motivate you. he hated seeing you so anxious and down on yourself, he didnt exactly know why though.

if he sees you breaking the rules, he'd be a slight bit more lenient with you. sure, he will still give you a ten minute lecture as to why what you did was wrong and that this could effect your future, but atleast you didnt get a thirty minute one like the others do.

being around you would definitely mellow him out, even if its by a very small amount. hes still very loud and very high strung, but i can guarantee you that he'd be much less tolerable if he never met you, so youve been a pretty good influence on him.

is very oblivious when it comes to feelings, but when he was in the middle of studying for a math test, his mind just wandered to you, and when he started to question why his brain always tended to think about you subconsciously, it hit him like a truck.

panics, and starts to text his other friends to ask for advice. the only thing he gets is "just confess to them." which really wasnt helpful. but, he supposed that everything would get alot more complicated if he didnt admit his feelings any time soon. plus, youve stuck by him in his harshest days, maybe you could still be friends after this.

has a very simple confession. takes you to the back of the school after class, saying that he just realized that hes had a crush on you for years. is preparing to run off before you could respond so he didnt have to feel the pain of being rejected, but you said you liked him too.

is beaming with joy, and has the biggest smile on his face. initially wouldve preferred to just tell you then continue being friends, but that was before you said that you felt the same. hes so happy that the person who stuck by him for all these years, will be the person that he gets to be with for the rest of his life.

when you were a child, across the street from your house was a nice and modern home, although no one was ever seen going in or outside of it. no matter how closely you looked, and how long you stared at the house, no movement could ever be spotted.

that was until, a little blonde boy ran out of the house, tearing up. he seemed to be the same age as you, and was crying. he hid behind one of the trees as he sobbed. you just watched him, feeling sad just by watching someone be so emotional. you decided to go over and ask what was wrong, which quickly prompted an aggressive "nothing!" from the kid as he ran to another area.

the boy came by the next day, at the same time that you spotted him yesterday. he hesitantly said sorry to you, but it was very forced. like someone told him to say it to you. you said you didnt mind, and asked if he wanted to play with you.

he seemed very surprised that you would ask him something like this, as if he was some kind of famous heirloom. after a second of consideration, he sat down next to you, and asked what you were playing.

from then on, the boy would always visit you at the same time. he was very closed off and never told you his name, but you could feel him start to warm up to you. that was definitely the start for your new friendship.

he finally opened up after two months and said that his name was fuyuhiko, but never shared anything more until middle school. you two just continued to be friends, hanging out every day. he had a very hard exterior, but you could tell that he was just putting a front, so you decided to be patient.

when middle school came around, you started to see him less and less. whenever you asked him about it, he went silent, avoiding the question. after two full months of not hearing anything from him, he finally returns.

explains everything. why hes not very open, why he has such a tough personality, why he rarely goes out, and apologizes for making you wait for so long for an explaination. its alot to take in at first, but you quickly accept the apology.

the reason his body guards let him hang out with you was because you werent a bad influence on him. you taught him how to be more negotiable and calm, which were good traits for a leader.

hes known about his feelings for you for awhile, which is why sometimes when he doesnt come by to visit, its not always because of his guards, but by his own choice. since he doesnt want to get embarrassed.

peko eventually forces him to confront his feelings for you, so she one day goes by your house to deliver a letter from fuyuhiko, and inside it was him opening up about alot of things, including liking you. you told peko that you liked him as well, and she looked happy. she simply nodded and returned to the house.

the next day, fuyuhiko is alot nicer and more flustered around you, since youre technically his s/o now. he allows you inside the house after years of curiousity, and it looked pretty normal, apart from the mountains of guards.

he considers himself very lucky to be the person that you like. its not every day that they like you back, and hes thankful for that. he will cherish you forever, and peko happily volunteers to be your guard.

[inuwritesstuff]

Performance of a Lifetime :: PART SIX

Actor AU! Kuroo x Reader

Reader is female

WC: 1473 Had this done for awhile now -sorry for being gone so long guys ;~; Cross posted on Ao3 PART FIVE

More time passed and it honestly didn’t feel like it.  You had been spending more and more time with Kuroo during the past weeks, getting ready for opening night. And sometimes you just hung out and had take out. Tonight was one of those nights. You laughed at the tv show you had randomly put on. “Gooooood god this show is so bad. “ you laughed, curling up closer to Kuroo. He snorted and wrapped his arms around your shoulders. “I know. I hate watching this show but honestly it gives me a good laugh.” He adjusted the food container on his lap and continued to eat as you got comfortable against him. 

He wasn’t bad. At all. You guys actually got along well when you let him actually get in close. And Kenma was fun to tease when he was home. Currently you guys had Kuroo’s house all to yourself because Kenma was out with a friend of his. You weren’t sure when he was coming home but you really didn’t care much since Kenma was an adult and could take care of himself. You looked up at Kuroo as he continued to laugh at the show. Oh. Oh.

You knew this feeling well. You felt it around Koutarou Bokuto. Nope you… You couldn’t have budding feelings for Kuroo!! That wasn’t allowed. You wanted to run. Get away from him. But at the same time it was nice to hang out with him. He was a lowkey guy instead of how high energy Bokauto was. You looked at your phone and saw you had a message from Bokuto himself.  You opened your phone and stared at the screen. <b>Text from Owl Head> YOOOOOOOOOOO GUESS WHO GOT HIMSELF A BOYFRIENDDDDD FINALLLY!! Text from Owl Head > oh shit y/n sorry that was meant for Kuroo. 

Text from Owl Head > I mean you can know too. Just dont tell alot of people. Keiji wants it lowkey. </b> Keiji? That was Akaashi. They are dating now?? You didn’t know how to react. Maybe you should have seen it coming with how the two acted whenever you came over. Bokuto was always all over Akaashi. Kuroo brushed his fingers under your eyes and pulled you in closer. “Wanna tell me why you’re crying? Or do you just want me to distract you?” “You can look at your phone.” You muttered,wiping your tears away and looking away from him. “Huh? “ He glanced at his phone and made a soft sound of understanding. “Hey. You had to see it coming right? Akaashi and Bokuto have known each other since high school if not longer. Bokuto has been all over Akaashi since we met.” “You’re not helping.” You muttered placing your food on the coffee table in front of you and curling up into a ball into Kuroo’s side.

“They made you cry. But that will end tonight. You are the only right about this broken world. Go on and cry~.” “You are a dork oh my god stop singing.” You laughed , pushing him softly while still curled up to him. “Made you laugh at least. Look at me Y/N.” you looked up at him and his eyes looked so soft. “You’re gonna be okay. Besides I’m a bit mad at him now too. Why did he text you first and not me?” He chuckled and kissed your forehead before freezing like it hit him what he just did. “Kuroo. Did you just really do that?” You asked, sniffling and wiping your eyes again to look at him with cleared eyes. He closed his eyes and sighed. “Uh yeah. Was kinda hoping you wouldn’t mention it but ya know. You never do anything I want.” he joked.You watched his features and curled up to him closer, hand grabbing his shirt and holding onto him. “I’ll let it slide for now. Let’s just watch the dumb singing show and forget about the world.” “Sounds good to me.” He whispered, holding onto tight. You didn’t know when you fell asleep but you did wake up sometime in the morning to Kenma coming home. You wearily waved at him at with barely opened eyes.  He waved back, looking so uncomfortable, and grabbed a blanket from the closet and drapped it over you and Kuroo. 

"Nice to see you Y/N." He muttered as he headed into his room. You looked up with squinted eyes at kuroo- or tried to as he was laying half on top of you. You hummed softly, so dreadfully tired. You drifted back off to sleep and curled up closer to Kuroo. 

In the morning you woke up to the smell of food. "Kei are you making me food?" You muttered rolling off the couch. Oh ouch. This wasn't your bed - right you slept over at Kuroo's… who was then making food?

"...Y/N… you okay?" Kenma was the answer as he walked out of the kitchen, staring down at you with a blank face. Kenma rolled his eyes as you nodded slowly. "You are so odd Y/N. Just as bad as Kuroo." He muttered walking back into the kitchen. You scrambled to sit up and climbed back onto the couch. 

Kuroo was still sleeping. The rare few times you passed out at his house or vice versa at your house he was always awake before you. It was nice to see he actually slept. 

You curled up to him and smiled softly. He was warm. Nice and warm. Maybe some extra sleep wouldn't be too bad. You shifted so you were laying on his lap and closed your eyes. 

Too bad sleep wouldn't come to you. Because the moment you had laid down kuroo decided it was perfect time to wake up. 

"Y/N… you're so cute…" he whispered , moving your hair out of your face before you rolled over and looked up at him. 

"I'm not asleep Kuroo." 

"I know." He smiled and stuck out his tongue. "You snore."

"I DON'T SNORE!" You yelped slapping your hand over your chest in an offended manner.

"Kenma she snores right?"

"Don't get me involved with your marriage dispute. Or I'll eat all of your breakfast. Both of you." He grumbles from the kitchen. 

Marriage dispute? You chuckled and rolled your eyes. 

"If this is a marriage dispute I want a divorce."

"No. You are stuck with me." He teased as he flicked your forehead. "Sorry Y/N. I'm such a bad husband. Making our child cook breakfast for us."

"Kuroo for the last time I'm not your son!" Kenma snapped , peaking out around the kitchen. "Stop lying to people."

"You hear that Y/N? He's disowning me. What a bad son." He teased his friend more making you laugh more. 

“Son please. Behave for your father.” Kuroo’s eyes twinkled with joy as you played along with his joke. “Please son.” “I hate this family. I’m moving out.” Kenma grumbled, taking the plates of food to his room. You frowned and rolled off the couch onto your feet. “Kenma no come back. I want food.” You whined softly and walked into the kitchen and smiled seeing some food left. Oh he was that kind of friend okay. “Hey Kuroo. Do you want some eggs and rice?” You asked grabbing the left over plate and sat on his lap , him wrapping his arms around your waist as you passed him some food. Kenma walked out of his room and made a sound of disgust. “I’m telling Bokuto that my parents are making goo-goo eyes at each other.” He rolled his eyes and snapped a picture of the two of you, tapping his phone and showing his text conversation with Bokuto and him having sent the picture. “Kenma!” Both of you gasped trying to not drop the food in your lap. Kuroo groaned and threw his head back onto the back of the couch. “You ass. Bokuto is never going to let me live this down.” you groaned as well , slapping your forehead. Now to wait for the bombardment of texts from the owl man. You heard your phone angrily vibrate with text messages. Yep there it was. You sighed and rubbed your forehead. “Damnit. He’s dragged us into a group chat.” Kuroo groaned, having pulled out his phone and was currently scrolling through the messages. You glanced at the last message in this new group chat. <b>Text from Owl Head > GROUP DATE!! DOUBLE DATE!!!!</b> You cringed. A double date with the guy you had feelings for but him not being your date? Yikes. No thanks. Kuroo sighed and buried his face into your neck making your laugh from the soft feeling. “Damnit Kenma. We aren’t dating.” Kuroo chuckled softly. “Whatever Dad.” Kenma taunted with a monotone voice. “Now if you excuse me I have a stream to attend to.” 

[osamuniichann]

Map of the Soul: 7

After a ~315 day drought without new music and a comeback from the legends, we are finally back with MOTS: 7! It been a hot minute since ive done a album review (solely for myself LMAO) so lets get back into it bc this album is a home run

Interlude: Shadow. Here we have the extended version of the interlude. can i just say that the lyrics to this masterpiece are so real and true. its not suga speaking nor is it agust d, this is min yoongi speaking of his internal conflict with the celebrity life, which is heartbreaking. on another note, the visuals of the mv are stunning and the ending--dont u just wanna go apeshit??? truly a great addition to the album!

Black Swan. sister black swan has been with us for a month-ish now? it still bumps. HARD. i blasted this to and from my drive to work to the point where i was scared if id get sick of the song but that didnt happen. the way how its hard to pinpoint when and where a member would sing/rap because they INTENTIONALLY wanted the voices to blend as if they were one body. this is the group’s narrative on how no matter how passionate one is on a certain craft, when they lose that drive, its like a death. and it is up to themselves to spark that love and interest once again. a very relatable story across various media, talents, skills, etc.

Filter. When I first heard that this was a jimin solo showcasing the many sides of Jimin, i thought that it was going to be a sad ballad to kind of follow the theme mots: 7 seemed to give off; thought that it would talk about how he has to force personas onto himself to appeal to the masses, but it is the complete opposite. Jimin is all the faces he puts on, he can be cute, sweet, and caring Jimin but he is also a sexy, flirty young man that can attract any living being. how he switches from falsettos to a lower register voice is beyond me, what a versatile one he is! <3

My Time. Moving onto jungkook’s solo, I knew the lyrics were going to be sad especially when it seems to compare himself to others his age. How he speaks about how fast time runs for him, how his childhood and current life is not of the average 22 year old (LIKE UM HERE I AM, SAME AGE AS JUNGKOOK AND IM NORMAL AF while he’s out here breaking records?? WOW). but the life of jungoo can be a bit overwhelming, completely understandable. I just want our boi JK to know that he can be himself and live freely despite such different circumstances. On another note, the groove of this track is so GOOD. it reminds me of Ari and ugh i LIVE for this jam

Louder Than Bombs. When the track started, I could totally tell Troye Sivan helped produce it, it has such a unique sound that only Troye would use. It sounds like this song would totally be on a movie soundtrack IDK WHY. like, i can picture it during an apocalypse movie sldkjg im not completely sure what the meaning is to the song (bc im big stupid) but i feel like its a track saying that no matter the struggles, they will continue to sing confidently, strongly, and wholly to us endlessly. beautiful, just beautiful.

ON. Moving on to the title track of MOTS: 7! I’m very picky about strong anthem-type songs but ON is actually p addicting HAHA There’s a background sound that repeats in the back that sounds like Sans from Undertale, aint that wild LMAO but anyways, the Manifesto Film was crazy good. The drums, the band, the breakdown of it all? UNBELIEVABLE. Also, JK’s vocals during the bridge? H O W. That breakdown tho...oof, that was amazing. They still dance with the thirst that rookie bts would and i think thats why ppl are so drawn to them no matter how many years pass. Fun fact: the choreographer of ON as well as Dionysus actually is from my city in Hawaii and we went to the same high school THATS WILD. the talent she holds!

UGH! Rap line ATE this shit, are we KIDDING. An ode to all the hate comments that we receive, u can see how fed up they are. They made POINTS and we all agree, its the damn law. The way how they opened up with a gunshot, we knew it was coming. Everyone joked about how we bout to hear some gunshots on this album, well they threw ALL of it on this track. Can i just say that Hobi’s verse tho? it hits different, it really do. When they went “ahem, ahem. ahem, ahem-ahem, YOUR AHEM. AHEM-AHEM--” OOOOOUGH i felt that shit!! god, imagine this in concert...the building aint ready!

0:00 (Zero O’ clock). Now we have the vocal line track, we knew they were bout to present some vocals. Great sound, slow and reflecting. Not the first track I’d listen to but it is a great listen. The lyrics tho get to me. The way how they comfort us and say that life can be rough but you can be happy. no matter what happens, with the turning of the clock to 0:00, its a brand new day and we can make the day better. what a powerful message that all of us need to hear once in a while. we will be happy guys, we deserve to be.

Inner Child. Tae’s solo which is a message to his young self. I expected a slow ballad filled with his warm vocals reminiscent of Winter Bear, 4 o’ clock, and Scenery but boi was I wrong. He has this sunset glow voice that wraps u so warmly and the sound is just so happy, pure, and innocent. Its a hopeful message to his younger self on how we will change and be the amazing person we want to or will be. I was sobbing at this song, I tell u. It was 2:00 am in the morning and I was sobbing into my pillow. Imagine comforting your past self that everything will be okay and to take ur hand, it will be all worth it in the end. When he sang “ur my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy!” Ugh...the tears!

Friends. When I heard this was a vmin duet expressing their friendship with each other, I knew it was going to be so emotional! I didn’t expect such a fun, poppy sound tho. They truly are soulmates, the love they have for each other is so wholesome and real, it truly exhibits the love I have for my friends--they’ve been with me through thick and thin, during happy and sad times; the amounts of serotonin they give me is just HHHH. The way how Tae and Jimin have been friends since high school until now is just ugh...we love it. Towards the end when they started singing “you are my soulmate!” towards each other, i started sobbing so hard because WOW. the shivers i felt, this song made me so happy and full! 

Moon. Next we have Jin’s solo which is an ode to us army’s. And on another perspective, this is a song from the moon (jin) to the Earth (army)--i have tears in my eyes. The lyrics especially got me in a chokehold and made me sob, the way how he says that he will always be by our side no matter what, the same way how we are there for him...god. The chorus really gets to me, it feels so happy and thankful and I just want to tell Jin that I will forever follow him and the boys. They’ve been with me for years now and I will continue to support, love, and listen to them. Ily to the moon and back, our moon.

Respect. I didn’t expect a Namgi duet but HERE WE ARE. Goddd when i heard that i was SO EXCITE. They’ve known each other for +10 years now and they never miss the chance to tell everyone that they’ve been friends for that long. Not @ how they disliked each other at first but grew to be so mf close, to the point where their family. Ughhh, im so uwu rn. Im so happy, so so happy that Nams started it with AYO SUGA; i SCREAMED. Also, i heard that they recorded it in one take and i could see how much fun they had--especially considering that their rap styles are completely different. Even tho in the song they joke about not knowing what the word Respect means, we know...we just KNOW the high amounts of respect they have for each other. As they mentioned before, Yoon’s respects towards Nams’ leadership and care towards everyone and Nams’ respect towards Yoon’s love and passion for music and producing. Peak comedy is Yoongs overloading on autotune during his parts to the point where its intentional. Bless Namgi.

We are Bulletproof: The Eternal. I felt like a CLOWN when this track started. Like everyone, i thought we were going to have a third installment similar to that of the strong, hip-hop, gunshot-filled part 1 and 2 of we are bulletproof, but we were met with soft vocals and rap. The lyrics tho get to me. This truly was a song about their entire journey and i felt like I experienced all years with them. They’ve been through so much and the way how they sang “we are we are together/forever bulletproof!” They are proud of where they came from and it has stuck with them till now. They are such real people...i cry. ALSO the “We were only seven, but we have you all now.” Whenever i see pictures of their debut fanmeets/concerts vs now its just crazy. imagine singing as an entire being during concerts when they start “OOOOH OH OHH” im so immensely proud of the feats they’ve reached and im excited on what they do next! <3

Outro: Ego. The way how he started it with the fitness gram pacer test just like in previous albums, ugh what a throwback! this song is such a Hobi track, its fun, dance-inducing and its just so FEEL GOOD. the way how he switches flows and is capable of doing so is *chef’s kiss* the way how he speaks about the path he takes is difficult but he doesnt regret it...SOBS also the mv??? UGH SO CUTE. the flashbacks too;; i cry

ON (feat. Sia). With this track, there’s not much extra I can say, all my opinions still stand with the original track wit ot7. I jokingly told my friend that if Sia is gonna be on the track “hey nanana’ing” the same why Halsey was only “oh my my my’ing” i will ctfu. and...welp, that was what happened. I do love Sia tho so props to her!

Overall: I initially thought that MOTS: 7 was going to be a dark, ballad-filled album but it was anything but. It had so much fun songs, the lyrics are again, so deep and meaningful--it pulls at your heartstrings. It felt so raw, personal, emotional, and i love it in all its being. The boys will continue to amaze me no matter what they put out and i forever and endlessly will support and love them the same way they do for us. MOTS: 7 is a masterpiece and im in love

[eye-raq]

Ember 4

Erik [code name Golden Jaguar ] x Black OC [name is Kimora but her code name is Ember]

Warnings: SMUT NSFW kink Phone sex cam sex SLOW BURN.

Summary: Erik becomes infatuated and obsessed with a live cam girl by the name of Ember, and all the way in NY, Ember is feeling the same towards Golden Jaguar.

This is gonna be a slow burn, so that means the anticipation is REAL between these two. I hope you guys enjoy and thanks so much for the reviews.

Ember Ember 2 Ember 3

“You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees” - Grace Willows

Splash!!!! *honk honk*

“You fucking asshole!!!” Kimora wouldn’t have been so upset if she would have watched her footing, face buried in her Stephen King IT book while walking down W 50th Street. It had just stopped raining and she decided to leave her job at the MET early to get home and rest up. She wore a thrifted pleated plaid skirt today with a black sheer holographic top with a cropped denim jacket, no bra. Her legs all the way down to her platform dock martens were drenched and she stopped to take a minute to breath, the other New Yorkers around her not paying any attention.

“I just really wanna go home now...” she made her way to the subway station as quick as she could, hoping to catch the A train to East Harlem in enough time. Making her way into the subway station she speed pass the crowd of people just 2 seconds away from missing the train. Relief washed over Kimora as she entered, squeezing pass a group of tourists. She decided to travel to the furthest cart to avoid bumping into wet people.

Kimora tiredly sat down near a window seat watching the train fly through the tunnel out of her graffiti stained window. Her mind wondered to Golden Jaguar as she relaxed, that being the 10th time it happened to her since two days ago. She thought about him living all the way in LA before they’re line cut, body still aching from the heated conversation. She bit at her glossy plump bottom lip, blush creeping up her neck making her hot.

{I love sucking some pussy miss Ember}

She opened up her live cam account on the train, noticing automatically that she had an inbox full of about 200 messages. Her interest was only on one person who ever he really was, scrolling through 30 new messages landing on about 5 of his. She chuckled at his eagerness, reading them in her head:

-Miss Ember I’ve been thinking about you heavy...I wonder how you treating that pussy right now...I miss you on live cam today.

-Damn girl is it embarrassing to say I dreamt of you last night? It was some wild shit too.

-I’m still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that you live in NY, why you gotta be so damn far? Do daddy gotta come to you?

-Am I being pushy...you can be honest with a nigga. It’s just you do things to me ma...you got me in my feelings forreal lol

-Is it possible if I could have your number? I’m being bold right now and usually I don’t beg but I really wanna hear your sweet little voice again outside of this live cam shit. I promise, you don’t have to show your face or tell me who you are if your not ready baby girl.

She pondered, blood red tips tapping at her phone screen wondering if she should do it. Finally shrugging her shoulders letting out a quiet laugh, she sent him her number, nervous feeling creeping up almost instantly. It didn’t take long for a reply, only 5 mimutes later he sent [ 😈 ] and she was afraid to know what that meant exactly. Golden Jaguar being the demanding guy he is called her, and she knew it had to be him because of the area code. She looked about her, noticing an elderly man slumped from sleep diagonal to her. She had a little time so she picked up the phone letting out a sigh.

“So you just couldn’t wait to hear me speak again huh?” His baritone voice laughed tiredly on the other line before he groaned moving in the background. “Nah, you should be glad you have that kind of affect on people girl.” She smiled brushing a curly strand from her face. “ I am glad...is there anything I can help you with Daddy..”she spoke that low, “I’m kinda tied up right now I’m on the train.”

“Shid, so what?” She laughed louder now, “Oh so you REALLY bold all the way in LA huh?” “Just ease your mind that’s all I’m saying...let daddy do the talking okay?” Kimora paused, nervously looking about hoping that no one peaked through to watch her. “Okay...this how you wanna do it, ’ll play along to your little game Daddy.” There was silence for a second then his raspy commanding voice spoke out in her ear, “Watchu got on right now? I wanna picture it.”

Kimora scanned her body quick, “a see through top with a plaid skirt” Erik hummed in approval, leaning back in his swivel chair at his office in the shop he owned. “When you say see through what the fuck that mean?” She ran a single finger over her left nipple, feeling it stiffen before speaking low and clear into the phone, “No bra, just my bare chest against the fabric.”

“Mmm. Let me picture that shit...you got some big ass titties too and I bet they straining against that top you got on, begging to be free...free in this fucking mouth. You just love teasing people don’t you?” “You loving it though Daddy...” Erik nodded his head, a smile gracing his lips, “I’m doing more than loving it miss thing..stop tryna change the subject though, how short is that skirt?” She stroked the hem of her skirt pulling at it longingly, “it’s really short...if I bend over on this train right now this juicy ass and pussy would be out for everybody to see.” Erik had to sit up in his chair, booted foot knocking down rough scetches of car engines.

He ran his hand across the top of his braided dreads, eyebrows raised and dick causing his cargo pants to grow uncomfortably. He could see that shit now teasing him like a naughty school girl. “Fuck-FUCK. Girl you lucky I’m not there witchu. The fuck you doing walking around with a little skirt on and no panties? You asking for it. Is that shit wet?”

Kimora bit down on her lip, slowly lifting up one of her wet legs, feeling her moist center spread apart from the stretch. She dipped a single manicured finger into her slit, bringing it to her face seeing her slimy wetness. “Let’s just say that tongue of yours would have a lot of slurping to do; my shit is dripping right now...and it’s only from talking to you.” She sucked on her finger before smiling hard, nail grazing her plump bottom lip.

“You a nasty little slut you know that right Ember? For now on I’m gonna start calling your fine ass my NASTY LITTLE SLUT. How’s that sound?” Her heart tightened and her pussy quivered, almost wetting the seat under her. “I can be your nasty little slut, your nasty little freak, your nasty little whore, your nasty little bitch, what ever you want Daddy I can be.” Erik slouched in his seat, legs spread bringing his hand to cup his erection.

His eyes were lowered in lust, and his teeth gripped his bottom lip hard. “Let’s finish this game then...I want you to play with that pussy. Spread them fucking legs and dig in that pussy. Your gonna cum too I don’t care where you are my little slut.”

Kimora went to spread her legs but stopped suddenly when the door to the train opened and in came a tall guy with deep brown skin, hair cut with his curly top colored blonde, basketball shorts and muscle T-shirt on like he care from the court. His eyes landed on her for a second, scanning her with a soft smile before seating himself facing her near the door.

She freaked out for a second but his voice brought her back to attention. “I hope your doing what daddy told you to do.” She cleared her throat speaking low, “um... there’s somebody here...they can see me.” Erik kisses his teeth on the other line, chuckling low, “They wanna sit there give them a show, I don’t care Daddy wanna hear you moaning in my ear. DO IT my little fucking slut..”

Kimora raised her right leg over the top of the seat, hand slowly lowering to her pussy. The guy in front of her lifted his eyes to her doing a double take when he saw her with her leg stretched, a look of lust on her face. Kimora spread her lower lips with her fingers, taking her middle finger to rub at her stiff clit quickly. She met the guys eyes, and saw him giving her a gaze that dared her to stop, taking his earphones out of his ear. Erik’s voice brought her back to attention causing her to jump.

“Does it feel good? Answer me yes baby...” “yesss” Erik moaned in her ear, “that soft wet pussy. Stroke that clit baby. Imagine me tweaking that clit with my fingers. Are you quivering? Is your guest enjoying it?” Kimora bit at her lip, moaning hard, eyes stuck on the cute guy in front of her, she scanned him noticing his stiffness becoming even more wet. The guy bit down on his lip, adjusting himself, lifting his shirt a little showing his tattoo covered abs. He tilted his head up some, trying to peak at her motions and it turned Kimora on even more, having his voice in her ear and this strangers eyes on her. She aloud the guy to see, spreading out more so that his tall frame can get a glimps. She took note of his flustered skin and her body couldn’t take hearing Erik talk dirty while this mysterious cuties eyes roamed her body like prey.

Her belly fluttered from her overworking, head falling back and right leg loosing balance on the top of the seat. She needed to cum fast and now, her stop almost coming up. “Dig in that pussy my little slut, fuck up those walls. You wanna fuck me dont you?” Kimora nodded her head, “yes daddy... fuckkkkkkkk” She placed her fingers in her pussy, stroking fast causing the guy in front of her to dig his hands in his pants, rubbing at his dick.

The scene was intense and it was suprising that the sleeping man didn’t wake up. She placed her right hand on her outer lips spreading herself further to get more access, it was a euphoric high and she was about to cum. “I bet that pussy about to leak isn’t it? Damn I wish I was there to drink it up...make that pussy cum on that train...leave that messy shit there for people to see.”

Kimora tilted her lower body off the seat, limbs shaking as she whimpered, squirting all over the seat and floor. The guy in front of her sat shocked, face stuck on her. She breathed out quick, placing her fingers in her mouth, sighing. “Fuck babygirl. How does it taste? I know your nasty ass sucking on them fingers.” Kimora laughed, hearing her stop coming as she lifted from the seat, “yeah I love the taste of my pussy.” She adjusted her skirt and hair, walking to the exit. She turned to the guy still stuck in shock, cum stain in his pants giving him a wink before exiting to the platform.

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Kimora was in the middle of doing a yoga stance, finally washed after being in that sticky rain. She put her wet hair up in a top knot, body covered in a tight body suit with her plump ass hanging out. She needed to relive her body from tension and after hanging up with Golden Jaguar she needed to clear her mind. She never publicly pleased herself with someone watching. It was the most intense thing she had ever experienced and she craved for more, definitely planning to give him another call tonight before bed.

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Erik was in his home gym doing pull ups while his music blasted in the background. He needed some kind of workout that he missed out on lately because of Ember, more than ready to take a bath and talk to her again. He went to work out his chest now, watching his sweaty body flex in the mirror.

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“Where are you right now Daddy..” Kimora sat cross legged on her bed, clad in a white baby tanktop and high waist cotton panties. She looked refreshed and beautiful as always. “I’m taking a bath right now baby girl..” she moaned licking at her lips, picking up her glass of Alize sitting on her night Stan. “I bet that killer body you got is all glossy and soapy...I can’t help that I wish I was there to join you...” “close your eyes and imagine you sitting between my legs, hair pinned up and my lips French kissing down your neck and my tongue, leaving a trail of bites and spit.”

Kimora closed her eyes, an angelic look of longing overtaking her black beauty. “I can see that Daddy...your hard body pressed against my back, dick rubbing against my ass...imagine me grinding on it, bringing your hand to grip my pussy.”

Erik picked up his bottle of Henny, smile plastered to his lips and dreads crinkled and messy all over his head. “What you want me to do next? You want me to finger you deep or you want me to rub at that clit?” “I want you to finger me..fill me with those thick fingers you got I wanna feel full.” Erik ran his soapy hand across the back of his neck tongue wetting his lips, “have you always been this freaky? Like damn you a freaky bitch... I like that shit though.”

He ran his hand along his dick under the hot water, “I wonder how deep that pussy go, I plan on burying my shit inside you deep girl. I can see you now riding my dick in this jacuzzi tub...you like to ride dick? Or you like back shots?” Kimora pondered that for a moment, “I really like back shots more...I like my man to control my motions and the feeling of my ass clapping against him feels so damn good. The stretch of my pussy around the dick is fucking amazing. I haven’t been fucked like that in a while.”

“Damn it’s like that? Shit when you with me you’ll get fucked whenever you please...Fuck that pussy up as many times as you want, make that pussy cum as many times as you can give me. I don’t give up, and I damn sure don’t disappoint. That’s why you need this dick girl I’ll have that pussy straight in no time.” Kimora was so intrigued by this dude and she didn’t even know him, she wanted him so damn bad it felt unreal and she couldn’t stand it. “I want you to stroke your dick for me daddy. Cum for me like my pussy wrapped around that big dick.” Erik smiled, gripping his dick tight and stroking it slow. He closed his eyes longingly, mind stuck on Miss Ember as he worked his dick, hips grinding causing the water to shift and splash.

“How does my pussy feel daddy? Is it holding that dick in a vice grip? Is it wet and slippery? Tell me daddy I wanna know how I’m making you feel right now.” Kimora picked up her bullet vibrator, turning it on the highest speed to stimulate her clit. She didn’t bother to take off her panties as she pressed it to her center, automatically arching from the bed. “It feels so fucking good my little slut..your fucking daddy dick just how I like it...please go faster, I want that pussy to glide quick across this thick dick.”

Kimora felt her stomach tighten and she cursed from the intense pressure, “mmmmm Daddy that damn dick, I love daddy dick. Does daddy love his little sluts pussy? Is it the best pussy you ever had huh?” Erik moaned, head falling back against the wet wall, “I love this slick tight pussy...daddy loves it so much you got that good kitty kat. Fuckkkkk-shitttt” Erik couldn’t fucking take it, the friction from the water was giving him the best stroke and he couldn’t contain his jerking body. “Only your pussy can make daddy feel like this, only your pretty pink pussy can grind on this dick deep and long like that, fucking slut...FUCKING NASTY SLUT....oh shit..”

Erik was out of control, legs lifting from the soapy depths toes curling along the tub. “Cum with me daddy, cum with me please...I want you to cum deep in this pussy...I promise I won’t let it drip out, I will let this pussy take every single drop Daddy.” Erik was lost in her words letting out loud streaks of curse words before cumming in the bath, watching it swirl with the vanilla scented soap. Kimora pressed the vibrator in further, feeling her wetness coat her fresh panties. Erik struggled to gain his breath, while Kimora layed back in awe, smile gracing her lips.

“Do you always have this affect on women?” She asked, finally lifting to remove her panties and drink her Alize. Erik snorted a laughter which made her heart flutter, taking up his Henny again, “Yeah, I cant help that y’all women love me.” Kimora rolled her eyes into her head at his arrogance, “Yeah well I’ll have you know that I steal the hearts of mean and women mr Golden Jaguar.” Erik lifted a messy eyebrow, a half smirk gracing his beautiful mouth littered in gold, “oh so you put those pretty lips on pussy too?” Kimora blushed, “only my best friend...but I’ve had some pretty lips on me several times..it’s nothing wrong with that.” Erik stroked his beard, approving this new information about Miss Ember.”

“Okay...I have a request ma...and I want you to think about it before you decide to shut it down aight?” Kimora finished the rest of her drink, clearing her throat before speaking, “Okay...what do you wish.” Erik thought about what he wanted to say, finally finding the questions hoping she would answer them. “Aight..so every time we talk..I get to ask two questions about you and you do the same for me. It can be any question and you have the choice if you wanna answer it. How’s that sound?”

Kimora didn’t answer right away, chewing at her bottom lip nervously. She liked him, and she couldn’t lie that it didn’t make her mind wonder who he was and what he liked...she accepted, putting her faith into this but not wanting to give too much away, not now. “Okay, I accept your request, but I get to ask you first okay?” Erik couldn’t contain the child like excitement within him as he sat up in his jacuzzi tub, prepared for whatever she wanted to know, “I’m ready, ask me anything princess.”

“What do you do for a living?” This was an easy one, Erik answering with no hesitation, “I’m an engineer, graduated from MIT. I have my own shop where I design engines, give paint jobs on cars, upgrade cars, that’s about it really. I enjoy it, it’s pretty popular here in LA and I’m good with my hands so why not right?” Kimora instantly liked that about him, he was a college grad and he was good with his hands? She couldn’t help the new rush of wetness that came knocking at her velvet walls. “Hmmm that’s very impressive and so sexy, I love a guy with brains and craft.” Erik felt his skin go hot that he impressed the one girl he saught out while stroking his dick for the past month.

“Okay, so my next question is...what’s your name?” Erik felt his stomach flutter with butterflies? He wanted her to ask him this question and it was like she read his mind. “My name is Erik.” Kimora closed her eyes, trying to picture a face with his name, struggling and finding it annoying. She didn’t want to ask to see his face yet because she wanted to know more before she went further. “Wow, you actually sound like an Erik too, you have a nature of a King, an eternal ruler of sorts. Very dominant, I like that shit I can’t lie...sorry I’m so excited you probably find it cheesy.” Erik was impressed that she dug deeper into his name and picked at him like she knew him well. He liked her more then. “Miss Ember, I could never scold you for feeling the same thing I’m feeling right now.” She couldn’t hide her blush it was so damn big.

“So, now I gotta know two things..” she felt nervous then, fighting to hide it. “So, your an artist? I noticed from your sessions.” She paused, shock evident on her face, “You..you noticed? Really?” Erik could read the shock and fondness in her voice and he knew then that he hit the jackpot. “Yeah..you have easels and paintings littering your room.. so your an artist then?” She smiled bright, hand covering her mouth daintly, “yes! omg yes I am. I’m a painter, I do pottery, and I’m a photographer as well.”

Erik was impressed and definitely interested holding back from asking her more because then that would be two questions. “Wow, I’m not gonna lie I’m fucking pissed I’m not in NY right now.” He laughed then, causing her to laugh. “Okay okay lets stay focused your distracting me.” Kimora laughed hard, finally containing herself for his next question.

“I wanna know if I can see your eyes?” Kimora was shocked but very turned on by that. She rubbed at her knee, blushing again, “Yes, I can send you a picture of them if that’s okay?” Erik’s anticipation was off the charts as he waited for her picture. The notification popped up with her number and Erik went to click on it, watching it come into view. He paused, his eyes burning into the pretty brown orbs of hers, taking in her eye brows and luscious eyelashes that fluttered over her soft eyes. He was stuck, and it took for her sweet voice to bring him back to attention.

“Erik? Hello? It can’t be that amazing.” The Alize was getting to her.

“Well maybe you should take time to study them more when you look in the mirror, are you sure you don’t need company in NY right now?

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[loosinmynoodles]

A fake redhead with a heart of gold finds love with a negging alaskan lumberjack despite being engaged already

A Frosrty Affair 

I clicked on this because I loved a Holiday Engagement and wanted to ride that high. This summary sounds like a romance novel, like any of them, yes that one. So far its cute and very self-aware of how it looks going into it. 

Girl (fake redhead who’s a pro-bono school teacher) has been snowed into her house and literally throws her suitcases through the opening and slides out. Her tromping in the snow even has funny timing. 

She just throws contents of suitcase into the snow like the’yre nothing- I love small budget movie details. 

Man zooms in on snow-mobile to save her (Im guessing) from otherwise lame man plans she had before. She’s trying to get out of this Alaska(?) town to see her fiancé (he’s lame). 

Snow-mobile man is rude. 

Snow-mobile man is not responding to her obvious predicament. 

She throws a candle at him as he snow-mobiles away and it works lol she states that she doesn’t have a week shes getting MARRIED (uh hello?) she can’t wait a week for the runway to be cleared. 

He can’t take her with him he doesn’t need the extra baggage (what?!) 

She is stranded with bags at a snowed in trailer. 

We cut to her father being stressed planning her wedding- sister doesn’t know who Jesus is- aaaaaaand we get a full shot of the fiance and he’s slimyyyyy and awkward- fiance tells people she’s uhhhhhhh gonna be a little late :/

We get a cut to snow-mobile guy calling someone and he’s gonna just like, snow-mobile for 3 days to get to location. 

Girl tells SNG (snow-mobile guy) shes gonna follow him on her newly bought snowmobile and he can’t stop her then he like, shows her his gun? I’ve never seen such serious negging in my life. And he’s barely said a word! So powerful. She calls him strong man and says she doesn’t scare easy (she gets scared easy). He is not Strong Man (SM) and she is spunky red head who is morally correct (SRWMC). 

Pausing in Amazon video shows actors names and character names and his characters name is apparently Redford which is way better than SM or SNG. Just Redford. No last name. 

So they’re trecking and he moves a log out of her way. She goes the wrong way anyway. He does a dramatic jump and waits for her to turn around once she gets there. I feel shes too spunky to turn away now. I’m right. 

She crashes and he starts doing CPR but she wakes up during and she beats him off. He told her I SAVED YOUR LIFE lmao he didn’t do anything. 

HE keeps calling her Lady. 

She says PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE take me to snowy pines. 

He FROWNILY agrees as long as she doesnt talk!!!! 

Cut to slimy telling dad not to worry- she’ll be here in 3 days! Dad tells sister “Don’t. Just don’t”. 

She puts a whole bottle of lighter fluid into the fire place to try to make a fire and she BLOWS UP and he runs in, PICKS her up over his shoulder, runs 5 feet and plops her into the snow to PUT OUT A FIRE THATS ON HER ARM!!

He explains fire to her but its ok here because she honestly doesn’t know. 

OH MY GOD!!!! his is the best movie ever!!!! 

the owner of this cabin shows up, kicks the girl out, and corners redford to try to kiss him all within 12 seconds uggggghhhhh!!!!! also the best line I’ve ever heard was said but I dont want to spoil it. 

She needs his help getting out of his jumpsuit (her bags were left with the sexual predator) but right before she pees, a BEAR COMES, redford tackles her and says to play dead. (this is wrong don’t do this with brown bears) and the bear roars and then walks away but not before breaking their snow-mobile. 

They come to a frozen lake and she stands up for herself my stating shes an independent person who can decide to go over the unsafe frozen lake if she wants to. he says theres no going back if we decide to do this. it becomes a metaphor for human relationships I think. 

He goes to tell her personal facts (just to shut her up) but they fall into the ice water AHHHHHHHHH whoda thunk?

So they BOTH fall in but he carries her out of the lake????? I hope she starts a fire to redeem herself for earlier. 

omg I’m right. 

shes ok from the freezing lake water but hes not ok. Fire is MADE!! 

cut to sister and slimy doing the worst porn intro i can imagine but it doesnt happen because he bucks and head butts her nose and she screams hahah and runs away. 

cut back to out awesome fire and we are all ok! 

we have to strip down and dry our clothes unfortunately no matter how much i DONT wanna see your boobs I guess i have to. he negs by saying she might actually be a small B cup and not a large B cup like he suspected but she stands up for herself! shes a full B ok!? 

lmao hes ripped and he sneaks a peak. everyone (me) is happy. 

They’re quoting authors at each other because they’re BOTH SMART oK. 

They’re (IM) falling in love. 

They’re out of the woods! they are they’re at a mill or something. 

ok so they steal this guys food and a tractor and hes locked out of his cabin in his underwear! 

their tractor then runs out of fuel

a motel only has one room open and its the romance room which is a kids ben with foam snow bricks and a disco ball. 

She snoops in his things and finds a picture of a woman and a kid ohhhhh i think she thinks hes married so she storms off. 

shes tells Brad all the exciting things shes done adn hes just happy shes safe and says nothing will ever happen to you again then kisses her on the forehead lmaooo

her mom sees shes not into it

lmaooooo her mom recognizes Redford as an author. BIIIIIICTH hes an author!!!! 

She wants a quick detour to redfords house oN HER WAY TO THE CHURCH and Jodie is his MOM Biiiccttthhhhhhh!!!!!

Redford DOES have a daughter but apparently its with a British woman who cheated and is raising the daughter with another man!!!! 

Shes fuckinggggggg at the altar shes apologizing a loooooottttt and left him at the altar.   The sister cozies up to him right there omfgggggg the dad is fine with it!! mom knew it would happen but didnt say shiiiittt!!! !  

Biiiitch he SNOW MOBILES up to the church!! she smacks him!!!!! they kiss!!!!! they snow mobile away!!!!! 

crying!!!! what did i just watchhhhhh!!?? 

[kpopyourcherryy]

Ouija - (H/M)

A/N; SOOOOOOO This turned out A LOT longer than @dont-run-up and I first intended, but hopefully, everyone enjoys! Leave some comments letting us know what you thought of Incubus!Yoongi~~

Genre; Horror with that good S M UT 

Length; long af- 9,800+ words

Kink(s); A sprinkle of Master/Pet, impact play, oral (giving and receiving), creampie, light bondage, etc.

12:00 a.m. The time blared on your friend, Hee Young's, phone screen. “Come on Y/n,” She jeered, keeping that eager grin and puppy-dog look in her eyes as she gently grasped your biceps, swaying you from side to side. “I wanna play! It’s just a game-” She added, pointing towards the newly purchased Ouija board that sat on your coffee table. Just the sight of it rushed a wave of uneasiness over you.

Shaking your head, your brows furrowed slightly, “I don’t know-” You replied, as anxiety laced your words. “My grandma always told me to steer clear of them, they could allow things into your home and life.”

“Oh my gosh, you don’t really believe all that nonsense, do you?” She asked, giggling through her words while she began to open the board’s box. Unlike you, she was a full-blown skeptic; she wasn’t a believer in anything paranormal, so Ouija was just a game to her and nothing more than that.

God did you wish you could dismiss it the way she could. Though you had never personally experienced anything ghost-wise, you knew plenty of people that had. “Ahh I do, but..” You began, sighing as you decided to give in despite your better judgment, “But I guess we can play, just for a little, at least.”

Heeyoung excitedly clapped while smiling like a dork as she lifted the onyx and pearl colored board and planchette out. “Don’t worry,” She sweetly said, recognizing the nervous expression that painted your face as she placed it onto the glass. “It’s just a game.”

It’s just a game, it’s just a game... You silently repeated to yourself. Your anxiety was sky high as your friend began to set it up. As Heeyoung unboxed the Ouija board you expected to see some cheapy board bought from a party store. Instead, you were faced with an authentic board. You were by no means a professional but you could feel something already attached to that thing. The board itself was quite beautiful, made up of pretty purples and midnight blues laced with jet black swirls along the edges. “Okay,” Heeyoung began, her tone turning prominent as she prepared to read the instructions. “Both of need to keep our hands on the planchette at all times, and once we’re finished we have to say goodbye then circle the board three times. Got it?”

You anxiously nodded, taking deep breaths as you moved your hands from your lap to the glass pointer. Though you were always sensitive to shifts in energy, the aura that radiated off the game had your head feeling fuzzy and your body gradually numbing. It was powerful, sinister, to say the least. As your fingertips rested against the icy, almost vibrating glass, your stomach began to knot itself up. “What now?” You timidly asked though it was a stupid question- it was the only thing your troubled mind could think of.

“Now I’ll turn off the lights..” Your friend giddily replied, standing from her spot behind you before gracefully floating across the house, turning off any and all lights- except for the dim, orange-tinged lamp that enhanced the spooky ambiance. As she plopped back down onto the couch, her delicate hands immediately laid themselves on the planchette. “Okay, now we can start. Do you want to ask the first question or should I?”

“Ahh, no, no. You should go first.” Y/n shakily responded, your hands practically trembled at the fear that began to creep up on you.

Nodding, your friend took a deep breath then cleared her throat before she uttered a word. “Is there anyone here with us?” She asked, giggling after she asked the most cliche of questions.

Though neither of you could see him, your friend’s cliche question peaked the interest of a certain entity. He went by many names, but he preferred Yoongi. As he entered your home, he quietly wandered the halls, sticking to the shadows. He stalked into the living room, his sudden presence created a thick brooding air. Though he usually didn’t give a fuck about humans, or their idiotic choices- you intrigued him. He could tell you sensed him, his demonic energy.  

Your heart raced as beads of sweat collected at your temples. The new heaviness in the atmosphere had you on the verge of being sick. “Hee- Hee Young..” You mousily called out to your less than pleased friend. “I think we should stop. I feel like something’s watching us.”

Your friend scoffed at your worry, “Don’t be ridiculous, y/n.” She teased, nudging your arm with her elbow. “If there was really something here, then why isn’t it communicating with us? You’re just being a scaredy cat.”

“I’m being serious dude.” You urged, keeping a serious expression and tone. “Can’t you feel it? Whatever it is, is making the air feel so heavy...”

Heeyoung sighed, shaking her head, “I don’t know what you’re talking, but if you really want to stop. We can.” Relief filled you for a moment until an impish giggled left her. “After one last question though, but you have to ask it. It’s only fair since I went first.”

“God are you in middle school or something?” You jeered, pouting as she continued to laugh at your little comeback. An exasperated breath escaped you as you foolishly agreed. “Fine, fine. Uh,” You hummed, unsure of what to say- you just wanted to say goodbye and get this over with, but you knew Heeyoung wouldn’t have any of that. “To whatever spirit is here, do you have bad intentions? Are you demonic?”

Yoongi snickered at the panic that dripped from each word that left you, but again, he refused to communicate through the board. He just stood there, arms crossed over his chest; pacing back and forth beside you just taking mental note of your cherubic features and curvaceous form. Something about you awoke a familiar hunger inside of him, one he hadn’t felt in quite some time. It was one he knew only you would be able to satiate. Yoongi smiled at the thought. It was going to be quite some time before he left you alone.

Heeyoung frowned at the board in front of you two. “Damn it, I kinda hoped we got something to come say, “Hello.”

She shrugged her shoulders and began the process of packing up the board and all of its accessories. You could still feel something lurking in the air, it was a breath against your skin, fingers running over your skin.  A cold sweat returned as you sat paralyzed by fear. As your mind raced to figure out what your friend might have left in your home, you’d completely forgotten to say goodbye. You watched Heeyoung run about gathering her things as she decided to head out for the night. Why was she so unaffected by the presence here? You’d hoped that once she left with the board the air would clear.

“Whelp! That was a bust. I’ll see you tomorrow for lunch, right?” Heeyoung called over her shoulder.

You made a shaky sound of affirmation, hoping you’d make it to tomorrow. Quickly you gathered yourself off the floor to show her out, locking the door to the spare room.

Yoongi laughed at how daft humans could be. They had extraordinarily short memories. How could the both of you have forgotten to end the ritual? Well, it didn’t really matter for him, he was much too powerful for a skeptic and a frightened deer like yourself to banish. You’d invited him in and now he planned to stay. He watched as you shut the door, locking it with trembling hands.  A bemused look crept its way onto his face. Did you really think that a flimsy lock would keep him in here?

The incubus followed you and Heeyoung out of the door, stared as you said your goodbyes. You were quite cute, if he were being honest- in a mousy way, that is. He just knew the two of you would have lots of fun together. As you locked the deadbolt to your front door, Yoongi watched with that wicked half grin sprawled across his face as your eyes continued to flicker towards every corner in the living room. You were really scared, weren’t you? Yes, you were, he could smell the fear that radiated off you. It was a scent he absolutely adored- terror lingering off a pretty girl.  

“It-It's just all in your head..” You said aloud, feebly hoping that verbalizing your hopes would make them true. “It’s just your imagination, Y/n- just your imagination.”

Yoongi scoffed as he followed you down the hall into your bedroom, his eyes following your hand as you switched on your turquoise string lights- just listening to your soft melodic hums as you continued to attempt to calm your nerves.

“Let’s have some fun, shall we?” He venomously purred, gliding over to where you were before suddenly giving your hair a harsh tug. The sudden yank at your hair pulled your head back as well, but it wasn’t the pure horror that painted across your face that stunned him, it was the soft whimper that escaped your parted lips. “Mhmm,” The incubus groaned, his urges heightened. “What a naughty little mouse, you are- you like that don’t you?” He teased though completely aware you couldn’t hear a word he said.

Bringing your hand up to the back of your head, you massaged your scalp; tenderly rubbing the afflicted area as you took rushed glances around the room. You could still feel that suffocating heaviness in the air, but only now it seemed to be right on top of you.

“Oh- Okay..” You shakily huffed while still peering around your empty, blue-tinted room. “Whatever, or whoever is here- you gotta go. You can’t stay, you’re not welcomed.”

Again, your timid tone brought a grin to Yoongi’s face, for a moment he circled your stiff body- wondering how you’d look pinned down underneath him while your eyes rolled back and ecstasy took over every part of you. Moving away from you, he walked over to your dresser, eyeing all your pretty little nic nacs before spotting a dainty little rosary draped over a small porcelain cross. “Hmph,” He scoffed, carelessly lifting the religious items, “You won’t be needing these once I’m through with you.” Violently throwing the weighted cross across the room right in your line of sight; holding onto your rosary.  

“Oh fuck!” You half shouted half whimpered, jumping at the loud shatter that followed the items. Your head immediately snapped towards your dresser. You couldn’t exactly make out what had been broken when it was hurdled towards the wall, but your heart dropped down the floor when you realized the cross and the rosary your grandmother had given you before you moved were missing.

“No, no, no!!” You screamed, tears instantly pouring from your eyes as you rushed over to the broken porcelain. “No..” You repeated in a faint sniffle, lifting the shards haphazardly before placing them back onto the floor. It felt as if your heart had imploded along with the item because despite not being religious yourself- it held a great amount of sentimental value. It reminded you of home, but now it was destroyed.

Yoongi could see that silly little trinket meant quite a bit as you sobbed over its destruction. Oh well, it’d offended his… tender sensibilities and had to go. As you rose from ground holding the larger shards Yoongi decided he would get a little more physical. You cleaned all the smaller pieces, shoulders hunched in sadness. “Oh don’t be so broken up about it,” Yoongi sneered, “I heard the dude who died on it was overrated anyway!” He was having fun talking to you despite the fact that you couldn’t hear him.

You decided to make yourself some tea to shake the terror from your body. Scoping the cabinets for some Sleepytime, you thought of your grandmother. She’d always give you some sleepytime with a dash of honey to help you sleep as a kid. You could remember the “Hollow Man” as you called him. He was a tall lanky figure who would sit in the corner of your childhood bedroom. While he never spoke he would hum lullabies, clapping his hands to the beat. His singing sounded like wind chimes on a summer’s breeze, even in the winter. One time, you’d asked him why he always sat there and why he sang you to sleep. He’d stopped coming after that. When you told your grandmother she looked at you with a particular sort of fright that shook you to this very day. Her eyes bespoke recognition and sadness. Every night after that, she fed you candies laced with witch hazel and made sure you drank Sleepytime tea.  You hoped this home remedy to whatever was wrong with you as a child would continue to help you now.

With the kettle set, you decided to take a shower, maybe whatever oppressive force you felt was just the grime and soot of the city. You padded to the bathroom with thoughts of showering off this shitty evening. You stripped in front of your vanity mirror, turning this way and that looking over your body. It was a ritual you’d established some time ago, just a way to ensure health. Stepping into the shower you were met with the spray of hot water. It ran over your shoulders and down your back, taking the tension and stress along with it. Your body relaxed under the shower, muscles became languid and your bones felt soft. You took your time washing yourself and enjoyed the peace.

Yoongi listened as you entered the shower from where he sat in your kitchen. It was small, no compact was a better word. Things unfurled and folded to add space and use it effectively. Yoongi could always appreciate and effective use of space. He thought off all the trifling things he’d planned for his stay with you. He imagined the way panic would glaze your eyes, the sound of your heartbeat against your rib cage as you ran from him. He hoped that he could get a classic running in a towel scene from you. His eyes slid to the screaming kettle on the stove, beside it sat a small candy and a teacup already prepared with its leaves. The pungent “scent” of witch hazel filled the kitchen. Yoongi wasn't unsettled by much but this little bit of “protection” would make it harder to mess with you. For someone who wasn't a full believer, you sure had some powerful shit laying around.

The crosses, witch hazel, he could even smell the bit of sage in your lotion when you walked by. Whoever was trying to protect you knew you had the sight. Yoongi grumbled sardonically, “Unfortunate for them, you fell in with that one bitch.”  Careful to not actually touch the damned thing, Yoongi disposed of your witch hazel in the kitchen bin. Just to make you a little warier, the incubus made your tea for you. He fancied himself as a delightful house guest, the most polite in fact. Perching himself on the nearest counter, Yoongi heard you exit the shower. All there was to do was wait.

With bleary water filled eyes, you got out of the shower. The feeling was less oppressive and more...mischievous if you had to choose a word. While not totally settling, it did make you less worried. Perhaps it was just the spirit of a child that had lost its way. Yeah, something like that. You half expected a message on your foggy glass but you were only met with your distorted reflection. Hastily you wiped the mirror just to ensure nothing was there. Nothing was. The tension in your shoulders subsided once again and you continued your nightly routine. You lotioned with your grandmother's homemade shea butter. Your friends always said it smelled like nature and mint, but to you, it reminded you of your most beloved place on Earth.

A soft sigh left your pouty lips as your stretched your neck from side to side while pressing into your shoulder blades- whatever this entity was, whether it was a misguided child or demonic presence, it sure did want to make itself known. You thought it best to ignore it for a while, see if it went away. If it was a child, it would get bored at some point like all children do. You didn’t want to think about what you would do if it wasn’t.

Yoongi listened out for your footsteps only to hear you milling about in the bathroom. He’d waited long enough. His temper was fiery enough as it was but your apparent lack of care brought out something a little meaner in him. He walked over to your bookshelf where some photos of your family sat perched on the highest shelf. By the looks of their condition, you took great pride in the people in the frames. One, in particular, caught his attention, an older woman smiling back at him. She was wrinkly and soft, long hair pulled up into a chignon with a dainty cross sitting in the reservoir at the base of her neck. Upon closer inspection, Yoongi noticed it was the same little rosary he’d broken earlier.

“Oops,” the demon deadpanned. At least he’d figured out who’d been “training” his little prey. Yoongi plucked the frame off the bookcase and continued to speak, “Isn’t it sad, Granny? All that work you put in and she still ended up here.” Your faint footfalls broke him away from his one-sided conversation as he placed the frame haphazardly back on the shelf. You appeared at the bottom the stairs in a pair of undies and a long t-shirt. Yoongi’s eyes raked over your body, surprised by the bout of hunger that struck him. The incubus groaned at the image of your succulent lips around his dick, your eyes filled with lust and wanting. It wouldn’t be too long now after you drank your tea and had your sweet, he’d have you.

You entered the kitchen to see your tea already made, waiting for you. A shiver of terror made its way down your back. You were sure you’d left the kettle on when you went to go shower.  The teacup sat there filled to the brim, waiting to be consumed but you thought better than to indulge. Instead, you placed the cup into the skin and merely ate your candy. The sweet melted on your tongue as a wave of nostalgia came over you. It’d been years since you’d eaten one of these. A warm feeling spread through your limbs and your eyes began to feel heavy. Sluggish and a tired you pulled yourself back upstairs to the bedroom and passed out.

Excited and all too ready, Yoongi followed after you- ready play his little games. He walked over to your bedside where you lay asleep. Your cheek squished up onto the pillow. Yoongi moved to run a finger along your open mouth to be repulsed by an invisible force. “What the fuck?” The incubus squinted in confusion and went to try a different part of your body. He pulled back the duvet aiming at your thighs instead. His mouth watered at the sight of them. “Soft and thick, a fan favorite.” Cracking his knuckles Yoongi attempted to grab at you but was rejected again. A roar ripped itself from his throat as he fumed. “son of a bitch!” What could be protecting her so well? He’d disposed of the witch hazel, sage wasn’t strong enough on its own and you hadn't even drunk the tea! The scent of Angelica wafted over from your open mouth as you let out a soft sigh, it teased Yoongi’s nose as it danced around him. “Motherfucking candy?!” That old broad was the real deal. There was no way he could touch you now, at least until it wore off. Anger simmered in his veins as he thought of his delayed plans. If he couldn't have you, we would terrify you instead.

Yoongi floated down the stairs an over back to your bookcase. Granny’s smile mocked him now,  a snide reminder that he'd been one-upped. Her frame went first. Yoongi began throwing picture left and right, the sound of shattering glass spurring him on. A menacing smile overtook his face as he decided to leave a little message. He snatched a shard of glass and sliced his fingertips. Black viscous blood bubbled to the surface and dripped down his pale wrist. He started in your bathroom on the vanity glass, smudged “Thank you for the hospitality~” and signed with a messy heart. He continued throughout your home leaving sarcastic little quote and sayings, awaiting the moment when you saw them.

He usually deterred from causing mass destruction in the home of his victims, he felt if he didn’t he’d be the exact same as any other low-life hellspawn, but something about you- something about the old lady’s mocking smile riled up this horrendous rage inside him. He wanted to- no, he needed to destroy any and everything he could, if he couldn’t have you.

Making his way back up the stair, the black sludge still dripping down his arm as he thundered down the short hallway. “Wakey, wakey!” He roared, banging and smearing the thick fluid along the walls while nearing your room. “Wake up, little y/n! Wake up!”

Though the candies usually put you to sleep and kept you asleep throughout the entire night, something seemed to pull you right out of that. You could hear loud banging right outside your bedroom through the thick fog of your sleep, but as it came closer with each passing second that familiar- horridly familiar sense of fear coiled inside you. Immediately, you shot up in bed; pulling the blankets up to your chest as you tightly clutched it. You couldn’t see anyone, nor could you see any shadows. You could only feel that same overwhelmingly oppressive energy.

Everything about this entity made you sick and horrified to your very core. It made the air in the room so stiff, you felt as if you could just suffocate right then and there. It made this wash of dread just pour over you. As the banging approached your door, your breath hitched in your throat as your eyes widened. A dark, shadowy mist suddenly appeared in your doorway. It just stood there, exuding pure rage and hatred. It really wasn’t a child after all- it was malevolent, it was vicious, and it never once in its damned life was human before.

“G-go away!” You shouted through your fear, tears welled up in your eyes as the soot-like cloud seemed to turn human. Hands and legs began to form, then it was a torso and lastly, it’s head. “Go- Go away..” You stuttered, unable to even finish your sense as the haze dissipated from his face.

You could make out his soft, almost angelic, features. His doll-like plush lips, his sharp eyes, just everything about him seemed perfect. “Who- What are you?” You timidly asked, pulling the blanket further up as you scooted back towards your headboard.

Yoongi wickedly snickered, running his long fingers through his silver hair as he stepped closer to you. He could read you like one of your books downstairs. He could feel that sudden shock of attraction you had towards him in his human form.

“You like me, like this, don’t you?” He hummed, motioning down his body with this smug half-smirk painted across his face. Though you stayed silent, he was more than pleased with the little glint that sparked in your eyes the closer he came to you. “Hmm, good,” He continued while playing with the tone of his voice. “Maybe, your little attraction towards me will make that bloody candy’s effects wear off..”

A stubborn blush entered your face as Yoongi stared you down from hope chest at the end of your bed. He sat staring at you, silently, for what felt like forever. Afraid to leave the bed, you watched his every move. Is this what Heeyoung invited into your fucking house? This thing? If you got out of this encounter alive you planned to skin her. You couldn’t pull the blanket any closer to your body, but still, you tried.

“Hey, I’d prefer if you took that sheet off, my sweet little mouse.” The demon jeered, swiping his forked tongue across his lower lip.

“I-I’m not your anything,” You winced. The tremble in your voice was overwhelmingly apparent to you. There wasn’t a chance in hell he didn’t hear it too. When Yoongi broke out in wheezing laughter you couldn’t help but pout. You were trying to not die and here this demon was laughing at your voice. You contemplated whether it was worth it to try and run for it, after all, he couldn’t touch you. Gently you uncovered your body under the guise of giving Yoongi what he wanted. With lowered eyes, you dropped the duvet and walked over to where he sat, legs wide and inviting.

“Oh? She comes of her own volition? How sweet.”  His face split into a saccharine grin. The demon opened his arms, waving his fingers in a come hither motion. For a moment you were tempted to go to him and give yourself over to the strange desire growing in your belly. You continued to walk in his direction, head down to avoid his hypnotic gaze. Your shin grazed the side of the hope chest and you booked out of the bedroom. You didn’t look behind to see if he would follow kept going. Rounding the banister to the stairs you flew downstairs and went to grab for the front door only to be met by him waiting patiently, smile still etched into his face.

“You should have told me you wanted to play, Y/N. We could have started a lot sooner.”

The sudden appearance of him had you falling back onto the floor, fear was an understatement at this point. “Go- Go away..” You mousily murmured while stumbling back onto your feet. Your heart raced so quickly, it almost made everything go in slow motion. “Please, go... I- I don’t want you here..”

Yoongi scoffed, humans were really moronic little things- weren’t they? “Does it look like I care?” He simply responded, his tone going cold as that smile of his turned into a harsh frown. Just as he was about to raise his voice, a fun little idea crossed his mind. Instead of scaring you, he wanted to anger you- mock you. He wanted to rile up that rage that hid inside that timid little frame of yours. After all, angry sex was the best kind. “But you know, I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for your little friend-” He jeered, “I might have even left if only she had reminded you about the closing ceremony.”

You thought back to earlier today, flashes of the ceremony flew through your mind’s eye. You distinctly remembered Hee Young telling you about saying goodbye, she was holding the planchette. You eyed Yoongi and thought of the stifling force he was, the way he’d scared the shit out of you before you’d even seen him. You weren’t sure who to be mad at, your shitty friend who ended early for an impromptu dick appointment or the thing currently residing in your home.  It didn’t matter, you could feel the icy rage in your veins made your heart pump harder.

“FUCK YOU!” Your scream was directed more so at the room than the demon in front of you. Your throat immediately became sore at the sudden force you’d put on it.

Yoongi bared his fangs as a shot of arousal sped up his spine. That’s what he wanted to hear, simpering just didn’t suit you. Your face was flushed from screaming and your chest heaved with your heavy breathing.

“Is that all you got, Kitten,”Yoongi taunted, “fuck me?” Yoongi shook his head, peering down at you. “See- this is where you’ve got me, fucked up. I don’t plan on ‘fucking you’,” the incubus signaled with hand quotes, “I’m going to take you, I promise there is a difference.”

You scoffed at his assertions, it didn’t matter what the difference was, he wouldn’t or at least couldn’t touch you. “Mmkay see here’s the thing~ I don’t give a shit what you plan to do. You’ve broken all my shit and terrorized me for- What- 12 hours now?”

Yoongi listened to your complaints and looked around the living room, he couldn’t disagree with you. It left a bitter taste in his mouth that’d lashed out like some newly formed hellspawn.

“So you’re mad I broke your things? Fixed.” With practiced ease, he set your books back on their shelves, placed pictures back into frames and washed the black gunk off your walls. Yoongi looked at you with a bored expression as you stood and looked at your sparkling living room. You twirled in circles suddenly forgetting his presence altogether. A frown took hold of your expression as you looked for something.

“What is it now,” Yoongi asked exasperation clear as bells in his voice.

You rubbed at your neck, feeling the empty space there. “My ro- grandmother’s rosary. Where is it?”

Yoongi grinned as the small necklace materialized in his pocket. He wanted to see this hanging around your neck as you rode him. He fingered the trinket as he thought of the way it would glint with your sweat sticking to it, or how the slivers of moonlight that shone through your window would illuminate it. His eyes traveled over your body as he got lost in his own thoughts. Images of you covered in bruises, body shaking from pleasure swirled in Yoongi’s mind.

You saw his mind drift away before he could answer your question. Whatever had him too occupied to respond must have been great as he didn’t notice you walk past him into your small kitchen. You dug your fingers into your temples trying to ease an oncoming headache. This happened whenever you woke up too early after taking a candy or drinking the tea. It was rare, but it hurt like a bitch when it happened. You peeked out of the kitchen to see him still standing there ramrod straight looking over to your bookcase. A sigh slipped through your lips as your shoulders fell, a little relaxed. You needed time to assess the situation at hand. Somehow your soon to be ex-best-friend let a demon into your home, it wanted to ‘take you’, and some part of you wanted to let it.  You couldn’t deny, he was beyond handsome, he was entrancingly beautiful.  He had round, pillowy lips that were cherry red, the cutest button nose you’d ever seen and his eyes sealed the deal. They were the deepest, softest brown you could imagine, so dark they were almost black. Whenever he looked in your direction fear bubbled at the surface but just beneath that lust simmered silently.

As Yoongi gradually snapped out of his sinful daydream, he noticed you were no longer in front of him. That sharp-toothed smirk of his sprawled across his face as he sensed your presence not even ten feet away from him. The sweetened scent of your arousal and fear blending together led him right to you. Turning towards the kitchen, his gaze met with yours as he smoothly strutted over to you. He watched as you timidly turned away from him while still rubbing your temples, “Aww what’s wrong my little mouse..” He teased, licking his lips as you turned your back towards him. His eyes hungry scanned your backside, his imagination took over as he began thinking about how good you’d look bent over that counter as he impaled you on his cock over and over again. “Are you in pain?”

Without a word, you just flipped him off- rolling your eyes at his snarky tone. A soft, yet frustrated groan escaped you as your headache intensified the more you thought about how you could get away or get rid of him, but nothing came to mind. “Fuck you..” You finally repeated as you faced him once again. You tried to act tough and tired of his shit- you tried to show complete and utter disinterest in him, but your body betrayed you. The second your eyes fell on him, the brewing heat in your lower tummy turned into glowing embers as your face blushed a vibrant shade of rose.

The incubus crossed his arms over his chest, snickering as he stalked over to where you were. “You must really want me to fuck you, huh, little Y/n?” He retorted as his eyes loomed over you, taking his lower lip between his teeth and giving it a solid tug before speaking again. “I bet you’re just waiting for me to bend you over and have my way with you..” As his almost snarled toned trailed off, he disappeared for a split second before reappearing beside you. With his forearm resting against the counter, his eyes continued to wander your body as he gracefully closed the space between the two of you. “And don’t try to lie to me either,” He chuckled, his voice turning into a core-shaking snarl as he leaned into your space. “Because I can practically smell how much you want me. I can feel the neediness inside you..”

His words nearly slammed your arousal right into you. The more you kept your eyes on him the more you felt that magnetic pull he seemed to have on you. You opened your mouth to speak, but your words felt jumbled up- almost stuck in your throat. “I- I..” You finally managed to stutter out, the flush that covered your cheek deepened as he leaned in closer; leaving only an inch or so between the two of you. You could feel that demonic aura radiate off him, you could see that black fog that still encaptured his human form. Everything about him screamed Danger! Run Away!, but the attraction you felt clouded your over thinking mind as it slowly consumed you.

You placed your hands on the collar of his shirt and held tight as you fought with yourself. The feel of his body so close to yours made you melt in a wholly new way. You’d imagined him to feel cold and clammy, even slimy given the circumstances of his appearance. Instead, the heat from his chest radiated and sank into your skin. You lost focus on what exactly was so dangerous about him when you leaned in to kiss his lips. They were just as soft as you’d imagined and even sweeter than you could fathom. The hunger you denied blossomed in your chest as you grappled to get closer to him, deepening the kiss.

Yoongi responded eagerly to your advances. He wrapped his arms around your waist, molding you to his frame. The candy hadn’t fully worn off and left a tingling sensation as you licked into his mouth. He growled, the feeling enticed the lust rising within him. Yoongi gripped your throat, his thumb pressed into the underside of your jaw as he took control. He tipped your head back and devoured your mouth. His long, split tongue invaded your mouth the second you gave him an opening- entangling itself with yours in a lewd power struggle as your supple breasts pressed into his chest. Groaning into your mouth once again, his large hands roughly moved down your body- running down your curves before groping your bum.

Pulling away from the kiss, the two of you were left panting and desperate for the taste of one another. “Fuck..” Yoongi’s curse lowly emanated from him as his blackening eyes locked with your heavy-lidded gaze. “I want to just fucking devour you..” He continued, pressing his plump lips against the corner of your mouth before swiping his sinful tongue against your cheek- moving down to your jaw. “I want to feel that sweet little mouth of yours wrapping around my cock while you wear that pretty little rosary of yours-” He whispered as his lips neared your ear, “-then after I use up your throat, I’m going to take you… I’m going to fuck that sweet pussy until my cock is the only thing you can think of, my sweet mouse.”

Your entire body practically trembled at his erotic statement. A soft needy whimper escaped your parting lips as you tightly grasped at his shirt. Your thighs pressed together in hopes to relieve some of the throbbing between your legs. “I’m already there..” You crooned, biting your lower lip while you began to imagine just how fantastic his manhood would feel buried deep inside you causing your wetness to soak your panties. “Fuck me~.” You purred, elongating your words as his mouth latched onto the sensitive flesh of your throat- relentlessly licking and sucking just to be sure to leave rich marks as a reminder of his victorious conquest.

As he reluctantly lifted off you, his hand suddenly shot right back up to your neck; snuggly wrapping around it while the other ran through your hair- giving it a punitive tug. “Mhmm, you don’t have to tell me twice.” He rumbled, tightening his grip on your throat, his sharpening claws pressing into your skin just enough to draw some blood. “Where do you want to do this?” He asked, eyeing the counter before turning his deathly glare back to you, “Here?… The living room? Your bedroom?”

Biting your lower lip, images of him fucking you in each suggested area flashed your mind. “Hmm,” You hummed, placing your hand on your chin as you continued to pretend to be lost in thought; semi-pleased with the growing impatience that coated his lustful expression. “Ma-”

Before you could end utter out another syllable, Yoongi lifted you- throwing you over his shoulder as he made his way into the living room. “I don’t like games,” He growled as his large hand swiftly connected with your bum cheek drawing out a lovely pained yelp from you. “What should I do first, little girl?” He purred while stopping right in front of the couch then tossing you down.

As you landed on the cushion, he entangled his hand in your hair once again; roughly yanking it to force your eyes up to him. His toothy grin sprawled across his face as he stared down at you while undoing his belt with his free hand. “You know what-” He began as the faint clanking of the metal hitting against each other sent chills down your spine. “I think I’ll go with my original plan, and use that pretty mouth..” With a solid tug, the black leather was effortlessly freed from his belt loops. “But first, let’s get those hands tied behind your back, shall we?”

The lust that consumed your thoughts made speaking more than difficult because all that you could manage was a faint nod as you bit your lower lip. “Good girl-” He cooed, massaging your sore scalp for a split second before releasing the grip he held in your hair. “You see how much more fun it is just to be obedient,” He teased- referencing your earlier behavior as he tapped your chin. “Turn around, little one.”

Immediately, you spun yourself around, sitting on your knees as you interlocked your hand behind you. Your skin tingled as Yoongi’s warm yet simultaneously icy touch had your skin breaking out in goosebumps while he slid the makeshifts binds around your wrists a couple times. “You look so pretty like this,” He said, tugging at the tongue of the belt- holding the leash tightly in his hand as he turned to you back to face him. His eyes wandered over you, admiring how helpless and innocent you looked with your hands bound behind you along with the dainty cross that hung just above your breasts. You were a sight for sore eyes, complete and utter perfection.

Palming at his hardened length through his jeans, the incubus got to work on undressing his lower half. His long fingers quickly undid his button and before you knew it he had the offensive clothing off and out of the way in a matter of seconds; allowing his solid cock to spring free. “Ahh.. fuck..” Yoongi hissed as the cool air brushed against his swollen tip while he grasped it at its base.

Your widened eyes stayed fixated on his manhood. The veins that ran along his shaft, his length, his girth- everything about it and him had your cunt aching for release. A small whimper flowed out of you as your mouth instinctively and eagerly opened up for him. He, of course, took full notice of this and couldn’t but smile at your willingness. “Not yet, baby..” He said in his enticingly deep tone, “First, I need to get this-” He added, toying with the collar of your shirt, “-off you... Hmm, seems that it’ll be too much of a hassle to unbind you now, so why don’t I just..” As his voice trailed off, his hands tightly gripping your collar before roughly tugging at each side; effortlessly ripping the thin fabric in two.

Another soft gasp left you as his sudden burst of strength had you nearly topple over, “Better?” You boldly replied as the clothing delicately fell off your shoulders; exposing your bare breasts.

“Most definitely..” Yoongi cooed, his plush lips curled up into a sly smile as your pert nipples practically begged to be toyed with. “Fuck.. maybe I should tit fuck you for a bit instead..” He snarled as he moved his hand from his hard-on to your chest, slowly ghosting over your alert flesh until his reached your right nipple. Taking your sensitive bud between his fingers, he expertly rolled it- pinching and tugging it so enticingly. He continued his playing, revering the adorably mousy whimpers and gasps that escaped you the rough he was as he stepped closer. “Shit..” He airily groaned as the head of his cock rubbed against your smooth inviting skin. “Fuck- My cock is going to look so damn good between your beautiful tits, babygirl..” He added as he began teasing your sensitive pearls with his manhood.

Releasing his grip on the makeshift lead, Yoongi cupped both your breasts as he adjusted his footing- angling his member right between them while his thumbs still teased your nipples. Pressing your breasts together, he began steadily thrusting his hips, letting out the most sinfully subdued groans as his member fucked your chest.

Though you had never been touched in this way before, something about what he was doing to you had that coil in your stomach tightening. Your entire body melted at the thought of being his little plaything- being used in whichever way he pleased or saw fit.

The incubus could practically read your filthy mind as his thrusting quickened. He could smell your sweet nectar as it dripped from your folds down your inner thighs. He may have been enjoying the feeling of your breasts, but he wanted to see just how sweet you would be. With a thundering groan, Yoongi halted his movements- quickly pulling away from your glorious chest with airy pants.

“Do you need me to..” He began, his voice trailing off as he laid you down; parting your legs as part as he could before crawling in between them. “Do you need me to help relieve you, darling?”

The second he finished speaking you found yourself frantically nodded. “Ye- Yes, please, please.~” You whimpered, nipping at your inner cheek as the sight of him between your legs threw your arousal into overdrive. “I need you so fucking badly.”

A smug grin crawled across his devilishly handsome face as he lowered himself onto you.

“I know you do.” He pompously retorted. Those plush lips of his skimmed over your skin, trailing down the middle of your body. As he neared your lower abdomen, he bared his teeth- letting them scrape your flesh the closer he came to your core.

“Ah- Ahh~” You gasped, trembling at the feeling of them digging into you. “Bi- Bite me..” You whined, bucking your hips up towards him as you felt the pinpricks of his fangs. The burn of his bite scoured your body and the heat between your legs grew hotter. The feeling of his rough hands palming, pinching and slapping your thighs drove you higher. Your breaths and moans mixed, intertwining into breathy mewls. Lust scratched at your mind as the heavy sensation in your abdomen pushed down. The first stroke of Yoongi’s tongue sent you bucking about, trying to feel more of that delicious friction. His forked tongue feathered over your clit, just barely touching.

The sob of frustration that erupted from your lips made Yoongi stop. He peered at your body in adoration. The sweat that slipped down your heaving chest, your lips reddened from your constant biting and most of all the smell of the ambrosia that leaked between your legs drove him into a frenzy. The demon pushed his face into your core, slicked his tongue in wide strokes as he drank your moans. He held your hips in position as you squirmed trying to get away from the pressure building within you. Yoongi brought his hand down on your thigh with power and precision, “Stop, moving.” The impact of his hand drew hot tears to your eyes. The throbbing warmth on your leg traveled directly to your clit.

“Oh now, who knew you’d react like that?” Yoongi rasped. He continued to suck and lap at your lips, giving your immense pleasure while keeping your orgasm at bay. “Let’s see…” Yoongi slapped your inner thigh millimeters away from your pussy. He watched as your clit twitched and pulsated at the sensation. An amused grin blossomed on his face, “The saying is true, ‘it’s always the quiet ones’.”

The tears left a scorching path as they rolled down your face. The sting of Yoongi’s hits and the nasty kisses he gave down below made you light headed. “Ple-please lemme cum,” The words slurred out of your mouth in a high-pitched cry. Your hamstrings shook and trembled from all the teasing you’d endured, and your body ached from the immensely tightened coil in your core. “Please, please-” You repeatedly begged as tears trickled down your cheeks.

Yoongi continued toying with your throbbing heat, lapping at your essence coated folds all while teasing your aching pearl. You pulled at your restraints as your body still wriggled beneath him as he refused to let up on you. “I- I can’t take it anymore..” You tearfully whined, your body suddenly stilled and tensed as you reached your peak. “I- I…” You stuttered out again just as needy moans freely flowed from your now shaking form while your climax slammed into you like never before.

The incubus heftily snarled against your core without easing his pace- the taste of your juices fueled that primal urge to just endlessly devour you. He loved the way you came apart, the way your body just gave up on trying to contain your high was precious. “Fuck..” He growled as he lifted his mouth off your pussy just for a moment, “Do you know fucking delicious you are?” He breathily asked. “I could eat you all damn day..”

You laid the still gasping and writhing while still attempting to calm yourself down from the sheer intensity of your orgasm. “Then do it..~” You melodically purred.

The incubus shook his head, Yoongi’s hands harshly connected with your inner thighs sending shockwaves of blended pain and pleasure soaring throughout your entire body. He wickedly smirked at the lovely view you provided as he roughly massaged and groped the reddening areas. “Mhmm, it’s more than tempting, but-” He jeered, motioning down to his swollen member. “I’m afraid I need to get to work on the little mouth of yours.”

Slowly, he rose from his spot between your legs- straddling you as moved up your body. Stopping just above your chest, he reached down and grasped your rosary. His fingers gracefully trailed up the thin chain before tightening it into a choker. He wanted to see it, even if it were only for a second or two, as he used your mouth. It’d be such a lovely addition to the saliva and tears that would paint your angelic face.

“Open up, babygirl.” He commanded while using the head of his cock to tap and trace your lower lip. “Master wants to feel your mouth.”

Immediately, you opened up nice and wide for him- flattening your tongue as you stuck it out and all. The look on your face was sinful. Your tongue glistened, soft and hot while your eyes remained half open with tears coating your dark lashes. A whine of impatience gurgled in the back of your throat as you waited to feel Yoongi’s dick enter your throat. More saliva welled in your mouth at the thought of how full you’d feel. The way his cock twitched as your breath wafted over him made you all the more impatient.

Yoongi could tell just how much you wanted to feel him and he relished in it. That sweet, scared appearance of yours dissipated and left behind a being of raw, wanton lust. It pleases him to no end to think he was the one to burn that facade. Holding your throat with one hand and his leaking cock in the other Yoongi slid himself against your tongue. His eyes squeezed shut and his jaw fell with a beastly sound. It felt too damn good, the way you fit your tongue to the curve of his dick.

He teased a bit more shallowly fucking your mouth. The tingle in his gut grew stronger with every thrust. You’d been compliant, let him play with your mouth as he saw fit. On the last thrust, you sucked and licked over the head with fervor, wriggling your tongue against his slit. The demon hissed at the unexpected feeling, his stomach tightening. “So, that’s how my pet wants to play,” Yoongi smirked, “that’s fine, just be prepared.”  

You bat your wet eyes in a coquettish manner. “If Mas-,” Yoongi slid past your lips rest at the back of your throat. You involuntarily flexed around him, gagging. “Oh~, that’s the sound I like to hear.” He scrutinized you; as your eyes began to flutter he removed himself from your throat. Air burned in your lungs and fresh tears rolled over your face. A sob wracked you as your arousal spiked.

The way he used you was frightening, he knew things about your sexuality, you’d yet to discover.  

A hand gripping your face brought you away from your thoughts. “Back to me, again.” He repeated the process, rammed his dick into the back of your throat and sat there. He stroked your hair, combing his fingers through the sweaty strands, “I’m going to fuck this tight throat of yours until all you can do is moan. Wouldn’t you like that, pretty girl?”

You did like the thought, more than you wanted to admit. Yoongi pulled back and ground even deeper into your mouth. The burn of your stretching throat made your eyes roll back. The way he controlled you made you unspeakably wet. His grinding turned into powerful thrust as he made good on his promise and fucked your mouth. Your tongue lay flat against the bottom of your mouth as he plunged himself into you. Every thrust left you feeling deliciously full, then with every withdraw achingly empty. 

When he pulled himself free for the last time you moaned at how pretty and engorged his dick was. Your saliva made a sparkling line from his tip to your mouth in a way you could only consider to be art. A warm feeling spread inside as you looked to see his heaving chest and colored cheeks. He was coming apart, his eyes glassy with pleasure.

Yoongi shimmied his way back down your body and between your legs. The smell of your slickness intoxicated him. The demon pulled you up into his lap, your back resting on his chest. Your head rolled back onto his shoulder as he rubbed his member against your core. “Still so fucking soaked, I promise you were made for this,” Yoongi whispered against the shell of your ear.  He held you in his arms as he rearranged the two of you.  Yoongi sat back onto the couch and placed you in his lap facing your bookcase. The demon placed his dick at your entrance and rolled his hips into you. The feeling of your pussy spasming and clenching had Yoongi on edge.

Full. Complete. Those were the only thoughts that entered your mind as you felt Yoongi’s cock pulsing inside of you. He stretched you and the momentary reprieve was appreciated. He hoisted you up by your thighs spreading them and dropped you back onto him. Euphoria snagged at the tendrils of your sanity. He kisses and sucked on the base of your neck as your head lay on his shoulder.

“Do you know how captivating you are bouncing on my cock? Lemme show you.” A mirror materialized in front of your eyes. You watched mesmerized by the way he thrust in and out of you. Your juices ran over your thighs and his as he fucked you. The pearl of your clit showed magnificently as it begged to be rubbed and pinched.  

“Oh fuck! You’re creaming all over me.” The sight of your pussy wide open and taking him so well had Yoongi ready to blow. The tension in his spine coiled tighter as he continued to fuck you. The little cross chain bounced with every thrust and movement. The demon gripped your thighs harder as he looked beyond the mirror to the line of fixed photographs. A devilish smile burst onto his face. As satisfying as fucking you was, he had a better idea.

You were so close when Yoongi stopped moving inside of you. You rolled your hips trying to find some friction to finally cum.

“Naughty. Don’t move “ Yoongi’s nails scraped the soft meat of your inner thigh.

You wailed angrily, “What?”

The demon pinched and pulled on your clit, you screamed at the sensation.  “I think you should be nicer, Pet. Don’t bite the hand that feeds.”  

Your screams quieted into whimpers quickly. “Now that your tantrum is over, you’re going to look at those cute little family photos while I fuck you into oblivion.” You could not deny his request as he thrust up into you again. He fucked you with deep hard strokes, stirring you up. You could feel the eyes of your family looking on as a demon edged you closer to orgasm every second.  “I wanna cum, fucking make me cum!” Your words were staccato as Yoongi continued to rail into you.  

He loved that you were making demands even with your arms still retrained. Yoongi watched as your gaze remained fixed on those pictures.  “You’re a cum hungry, slut. Look at you, pussy leaking all over while your family watches you get fucked by a demon. How does it feel to clench on my cock while granny watches over us?”   You moaned and clamped down harder than before. It wouldn’t be long before you came. Yoongi continued to spur you on with the nastiest of words. “You’re so close to cumming, Sweetness. I can feel it. Just let them know who and what fucks you so well. What’s got you right there?”

You couldn’t deny the tiniest tinge of guilt you felt as you took each and every one of his filling thrusts while your relatives eyes were glued to you, but you couldn’t fight the lust he plagued you with- nor did you want to.

“Y- Yo…” You attempted to replied only to have slurred, incoherent words escape between your moans.

“Use your words, little one.” He snarled, punctuating each word with a mind-blowing stroke. “Come on. Let’s hear it.”

“You do!” You finally muster out in the sweetest cry Yoongi had ever heard. “You, a- a demon.~” Your body trembled as your words fueled his speed causing your eyes to roll back into your head and your jaw to go slack.

“Damn fucking right I do.” Yoongi barked as he rose, lifting you with him. Moving his hands up your body, one quickly shot up to your hair- entangling itself in your messy mane, giving it a solid pull while his forearm wrapped around your neck.

The new position had him relentlessly slamming into your most sensitive spot at an overwhelming pace. A mix of throat-tearing screams and gasps for air left you as he drilled into your cunt. Biting and licking his way up, Yoongi placed his lips right beside your ear the second a thundering growl flowed out of him, “This is my pussy from now on, understand?” He grunted, his heated breath only enticed your incoming orgasm. “Under-fucking-stand?”

Frantically, you nodded to the best of your abilities, “Ye- Yes.~” You whined through your labored breathing, “Yes, Sir!”

You could feel his lip curl into a smile as he sharpened his thrusts, “Cum, babygirl-” He demanded, nipping at the crook of your neck. “Cum all over your Master’s cock.”

Your orgasm automatically hit you like a speeding freight train causing your jaded form to go limp in his arms as it unforgivingly sent you into that saccharine abyss. “That’s my girl.” Yoongi cooed against your sensitive skin while still pounding into you. He could feel your velvet tightening around him, practically begging him to cum. “Fucking hell..” He cursed as his movements sputtered, “You have me so damn close, princess. So damn close.”

Yoongi spilled his seed inside of you solidifying an “extended” stay in this realm.  He’d marked you as his own, no other thing would dare enter your home or you for that matter. His cock jumped as ropes of cum filled you.

Whatever strength you had left melted way as he came inside of you. You sighed, lost in the post-coital bliss. Yoongi placed you back onto the couch and slid from your heat with a hiss. He watched as his cum spilled from inside of you with heated eyes. The demon licked at his fangs, there were so many more ways to take you.  He was insatiable, but for now, he would let you rest.

You opened your mouth to speak only to find nothing coming out as he adjusted your position. Running his fingers through your hair, Yoongi hushed you- pressing his finger against his reddened lips. “Sh, sh- You don’t have to speak, my pet.”

He looked at you with a cheeky smile as your eyes shut. “I’m the best damn houseguest you’ve ever had.” He scoffed, “I guess I’ll have to thank that friend of yours sometime.”

[wiener-soldiers]

hallelujah (i) - steve trevor

summary: Learning how to steal from a young age, you used this skill to help provide for your family. However, after trying to steal a watch from a certain Air Force Pilot/Spy, he comes to with a proposal.

pairing: Steve Trevor x Fem!Reader

words: 2,080 (whoop im back in the +2k zone)

warnings: stealing (dont steal kids), mentions of drinking

taglist: @sebastianstanfoundmymixtape

a/n: it’s been a while, sorry guys. but we finally have an imagine other than marvel! this is gonna be a mini series, im thinking like three parts. i’ll try to have this series finished before school. remember y’all that imagines are open and so is tagging if you wanna be on the tag list!

I heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the Lord.

But you don't really care for music, do you?

Well, it goes like this; the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, and the major lift.

The baffled king composing: Hallelujah.

You didn't care how dangerous your job was, it was important. Not many people, let alone women, would grow up to become a spy.

However, you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), are different from other women.

Before the war broke out, you and your family immigrated from (Y/H/T) to London. In your hometown, you were quite the scholar, despite you being a girl. You learned a lot about science in school, but you also learned how to steal, fight, and survive in the streets.

That's how Steve Trevor found you. Or rather, you found him.

After immigrating to England, your family sacrificed more than you could've ever imagined. Long story short; promises were broken, money was lost, and the landlord evicted your family from your small apartment. Now, both of your parents and your younger brother Jack lived on the dingy top floor to the three story building that housed a bakery that both your parents worked in on the bottom floor. They didn't bring much loot home, only whatever they were tipped, the nearly stale loafs of bread that weren't sold the past three days, and a couple of fruits if they were lucky. They don't even get paid regularly, but the bakery owner assured your family that you could stay on the third floor of their building as long as they worked.

Believe it or not, that was the most generous anyone has been to your family since you've arrived in London.

So, being the scrappy, deceiving girl you were, you sneaked out during the day while your parents were working and your brother was learning to read from some old books you brought from your old house, and during the night while everyone was asleep to steal whatever you could find.

Like today.

After double checking that your parents were asleep in their small room, you tiptoed to your brother who lays on his cot in your shared room. Snuggled in his cheap, ratty sleeping bag, his head pokes out to look at you as  you pull own your long khaki coloured trench coat, thrifted from a thrift shop down the street. Jack was the only person who knows what you do while you sneak out of the house. The first time you brought home goods (a couple of dollars and a pocket watch), your mother had questioned the source. You told her that you were working as a tailor's apprentice.

As you put on a wide brimmed hat to cover your eyes (it was stolen of course), Jack props himself up with his elbows.

"What are you gonna come back with this time?" Jack says with wide, innocent eyes.

You walk closer to him and press a soft kiss on the top of his forehead. You whisper back, "Dunno yet, Jack. I actually got someone's extra change, so maybe I'll get you some more ink so you can practise writing. I might even stop by the pub and flatter some of the lads up and maybe get a few bucks, maybe a watch."

He frowns a bit, "But your coming back, right?"

You smile at him before slipping on some plain black flats, "I always come back, don't I?"

You blow a kiss to Jack one last time before sliding open the window and hopping onto the fire escape. You slide the window shut behind you and you begin to climb down the creaky steps of the fire escape.

After reaching the ground, you head in the direction of the market. During the day, it's filled with vendors selling goods, but at night, it's pub's are filled with people of all ages, very drunk. It's not the safest place for girls, but it was the perfect place to coax a few drinks out of some younger men and pick up some extra cash, or some watches. You walk into your first pub, one of the nicer pubs on the block. The dimly lit pub was filled people of all ages; some seniors having drinks with their friends, couples going on late night dates, and of course, lonely, moping men.

That's how you had met Steve.

He was sitting in a table alone, head hung low while he rolled a glass of whiskey on rocks. Your heart ached for him, as he looked very sad. But you needed the money.

So you approached him.

You slid in the seat in front of him, placing your arms on the table. He doesn't notice you at first, so you decide to speak. "Are you all right?" you ask in a mock British accent. After trial and error, you found that using an accent makes people trust you faster.

The man looks up and you stare in a pair of the bluest eyes you have ever seen. His dirty blonde messily falls on top of his forehead as he moves.

He's very handsome, you note.

The man looks at you, dumbfounded. "Who are you?" he questions.

"Megan Danning. At your service," you blurt out. It was the first fake name that popped into your head.

"Steve, Steve Trevor. What's a pretty dame like you doing in a place like this alone at night?" he inquires while leaning forward.

"Well Mr. Trevor, who ever said I was alone?" you say while smirking slightly. You had silently wished you had applied some of that cheap red lipstick you had stolen from the store on the corner of the block. You rest your hand on top of his and bite your lip. You fiddle with the clasp on the his watch. You manage to unclasp it and you slide it into you coat sleeve without him noticing.

Steve scoffs, but stares you down anyways. "Late night, pretty girl targeting a lonely lad like me, hand on top of mine. You think I'm stupid, but I know what you're doing." He finishes while pulling his hand away from underneath yours. He pulls down his wrist and reveals empty skin where a watch would normally be.

He smirks a little, "My watch please, Megan Danning. But that isn't your name, is it?"

Shit, you think to yourself. No one has caught you before, so you were beyond surprised.

Without warning, you stand up and bolt. Without looking back, you sprint out of the pub. You can't tell if Steve (if that even is his real name) is following or not. Your flats make a little tapping sound as you sprint down the cobblestone streets, trying to avoid cars.

"Hey!" you hear someone call out from behind you. You immediately recognise it as Steve's voice.  

Quickly, you slip into the alley closest to you, hoping that he didn't see you. You slightly peak your head from the wall of the alley that your back is pressed on to see Steve standing a few blocks away in the middle of the street. You watch as he cups his hand around his mouth and lets out a scream.

"I'll find you, Megan Danning! I promise you," he finishes, getting strange looks from passersby.

You furrow your eyebrows and watch him turn around and walk back to the pub. Only after he became out of sight, you slip back onto the road and saunter in the shadows until you reach the house. You silently climb the fire escape, slipping the watch into your coat pocket. Once you reach the third floor, you slide the window open and step inside the room. Jack is still wrapped in his sleeping bag in his corner of the room, but this time he is asleep. You place a kiss on top of his head before stripping yourself from your attire before changing into sleepwear and climbing into bed.

You lay wide awake for what seems like hours, still high on adrenaline. Finally, you succumb to your exhaustion and fall asleep.

When morning came around, you found yourself groggy. You sat up on your ratty cot and rubbed the sleep from your eyes.

"Morning (Y/N)," Jack says from the other side of the room. He had put on some trousers and an old blue button up.

"Morning Jacky," you say while rolling out of bed.

"Ma and Pa went down to the bakery already, but the brought up some jam and bread for breakfast." he says before walking out the room, probably to get food.

You find a plain yellow dress made from old fabric. It's the only thing left in your closet so you slip it on along with your flats. You pull your (Y/H/C) in a low ponytail as you walk out of the room into the kitchen.

"I made some toast for you," Jack says.

"Thanks, Jack."

As you munch on the nearly stale bread with the strawberry, Jack finishes his slice and asks, "Did you get anything last night?"

You nearly choke on your bread.

"No, I didn't," you lie. You didn't want your little brother worrying about you.

"That's too bad. Are you going again this afternoon?" The afternoon was usually the time were you would usually go into the market and slip fruits and vegetables into your purse and jacket.

"I don't think so. We still got a little bit of potatoes from yesterday. Besides, I haven't read with in a while."

Jack's mouth goes wide, a smile forming on his face. He leaps up from his seat and hugs you. "That would be nice," he mumbles into you. You laugh at the boy's enthusiasm.

"I'll clean this up, and you go find a book to read." He nods and runs of to the bookshelf in the corner of the room, eyes scanning for a book.

You finish washing up the dishes as Jack already begins to read his book. As you dry the dishes, you hear someone knock on the door. Assuming it's your mother (she makes visits throughout the day) you yell out, "Coming Ma! Just finishing up the dishes." Instead of a reply, the person at the door knocks again.

You sigh but walk to the door anyways and open it. "Sorry Ma, if you were in a rush. I was ju--"

"Hello."

Your eyes widen in utter shock and your jaw drops.

It was Steve.

Steve Trevor.

"(Y/N)? Who's at the door?" you hear Jack say from behind.

Steve smiles a little, "So your name is (Y/N), huh?"

You push him into the hallway and call out, "Jack, stay inside."

You slam the door shut and spin to face Steve. "How do you know where I live? Did you follow me home? If you like your watch so much, I'll give it back to you. Just, don't hurt my brother."

Steve furrows his eyebrows and shakes his head rapidly, "No, no! You got it all wrong. I'm not here to hurt anyone! You can keep the watch, you probably need it more than I do." he says while gesturing to you.

You scoff, "Excuse me?! What's that supposed to mean?!"

His eyes widen, "Nothing! That's not the point. The point is, I have a proposal."

"I don't care about your damn proposal! Is your name really Steve Trevor? How do you know where I live!?"

"Listen, I'm Captain Steve Trevor of  the United States Air Force."

"Then what are you doing in London? I don't know if you've noticed, but a war is about to break out."

"That's why I'm here. They sent me here as a spy for the British, that's how I found out where you lived. They needed all the help they could get."

"So?!" you screech. "That doesn't explain why you're at my house."

"Like I said, they need all the help they can get. That's where you come in."

"Huh?"

"You're really skilled. You almost sneaked away with my watch last night without me noticing. We could really use someone like you, they'd never see it coming."

You cross your arms, "What's in it for me?"

"Security for your family when the war breaks out, a stable job and income, serving your country, y'know, the whole nine yards."

"One request, though."

"Huh?"

"I have one request, and I'll do it."

"Your not really in the position to request anythi--"

"Put my brother in school. Not a bad one, a private one. He deserves an education."

Steve inhales deeply, "I'll see what I can do."

You smile a little, "Great."

Steve smiles slightly and sticks his hand out to shake, "Let's try that introduction again. Steve Trevor."

You smile back and shake his hand, "(Y/N) (Y/L/N). Nice to meet you."

That's when it all began.

[ask-svt-hearteu]

soulmate! Hoshi

Anon requested: soulmate hoshi please? i loved all the soulmate aus so far!!!!keep up the good work!!!

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1459

Summary: in which the closer you are to your soulmate, you can hear what song their listening too, visa versa (part two)

A/N: Thank you so much!!! I hope you really like this ^~^

the first year you could comprehend what a soulmate actually was,

you were completely obsessed with finding your “mark”

and after that mess, searching through the “soulmate” section in the library and asking around

you kind of just gave up of finding your soulmate

figured “go with the flow” is best

but that didn’t stop you from lowkey being jealous of your friends who had obvious signs

hell even one had her soulmate’s first words

you think you could live with anything, even "get out the way" if it meant you would for sure meet he or, what the hell, she one day

flash forward years later not really lol your still young and fresh okay

your college offers programs for classes over seas for a year

for your major, the best places would be, south korea, singapore, and japan

lots of people were choosing south korea, and but you actually already know korean, as a result of your high school friend who was korean

so to be a little different you and your best friend in college, choose japan

even though flying is a bitch, you and your friend land safely and head to baggage claim

suddenly you hear this slight beat in your ears

looking down at your phone, you see the music is turned off

“f/n do you hear some music?”

“nah you alright?”

“yeah it’s probably just my post plane effects”

when you sit in the taxi on the way to your airport, you play your music and eventually the beat is gone

the next day when your prepping for a class, you hear the beat again

you search everywhere and after your friend says she hears nothing, you almost pull your hair out

then it clicks,

holy shit you’ve read of soulmates having this before

maybe he’s japanese????

after telling your friend, on any spare time you guys had, you both travel all through japan

the disappointment you feel hurts, in fact in seems the farther you travel through japan, the quieter the beat gets

the one thing you notice is the same beat seems to play over and over again

at one point you to start to subconsciously drum your fingers to them 24/7

you wonder if your soulmate can hear your music too and is thinking about you? hopefully?

at the end of your time in japan, you and your friend decided to take a week vacation in seoul, south korea

“girl did you see the street food there, if we gain a couple pounds, it’ll definitely be okay”

and literally, the first thing you notice when landing at Incheon is the melody added to that beat

“f/n. shit i think my soulmate’s korean”

as you get closer to seoul, you can start to hear the whispers of lyrics

by the time your in your hotel you can hear the lyrics as if your playing it from your phone quietly 

“ulgo sipci anha”

despite the bit of jet lag you have, you grab a small backpack full of all your essentials and head out, leaving a note for your friend who’s already knocked out

as you run around seoul aimlessly, you somehow figure out directions with the sounds

this leads you to the front of a large building

smartly, you plug in your earphones and play a hiphop song, loud with heavy beats

if there’s a way you can hear a song about boys not wanting to cry then he could hear you blasting kokak blacks’ tunnel vision in one ear

no matter how far you walk along the street you always hear the song the loudest at the building

after mustering up some courage, your about to knock but the crying song stops

you step back three feet, kind of freaked out, the mash of the two songs only becoming yours

suddenly a cute black haired boy dressed in sweaty workout clothes explodes from the doors

he stares at you with wide eyes and takes a step back

bumping into a whole soccer team of guys coming out or peaking heads out the door

you slowly reach your hand up to your earbud and as you take that one out, the music in his ears stop also

the grin that graces his face has to be the cutest thing you’ve ever seen

he looks at your face brightly, noticing the happy smile on your face

like the match made in heaven you guys are, you run up to him laughing and he opens his arm laughing

your arms go around his shoulders and his around your waist

you get lifted slightly and this situation makes you smile and giggle even harder

suddenly you feel yourself get pulled forward from what you notice is your soulmate’s friends pulling him back inside the building

“as happy as i am for you to find your soulmate, lets not have any pictures taken”

he ignores them completely with the smile seemingly permanent

setting you down, he holds your hands tightly, grinning

“my name’s kwon soonyoung and ill definitely be calling you soon”

you giggle and answer

 "my name’s f/n l/n. i would call you honey, but your so much sweeter than that.“

 you guys laugh again and he pulls you in closer, burying his head in your nape and yours in his chest

"wow someone who’s actually PERFECT for soonyoung”

“the cringe couple”

“ewwww LMAO”

“WE ALL HAVE HOPE NOW 2017 IS SEVENTEEN’S SOULMATE YEAR” 

after being introduced and explained too that they are actually a group called seventeen and bombarded by them with questions,

you and soonyoung are given time alone

aka sitting in the corner and pretending svt isn’t trying to eavesdrop on the other side of the dance studio

getting to know each other must have been the funnest and cutest experience of each other’s life

“its a great song but i was tired of listening to just one portion of a song about boys crying after the first 10 minutes”

“yahh, i create choreography, so of course i play it over”

you guys openly and cutely discuss pet names

“i dont want to call you y/n, that’s what everyone else calls you,” he pouts

“what about you? you have something you wanna be called?”

 he slightly gets flustered, and before he can answer you ask,

“you know how americans will call their husbands hubby?”

he nods at the mention

“what do you think about bubby? boyfriend instead of husband”

he smiles sweetly and laughs, “i like it, and i’ll call you jagi (honey) in honor of your pickup line”

you laugh and accept of course

 the corners of his mouth twitch up in a slight smirk

“so am i your boyfriend now?”

you slap his arm lightly, “yah im not that easy, take me on a date first”

you guys get closer on the emotional level

he looks at you and smiles softly

“i think your too pretty to be my soulmate" 

"what do you mean??? your the most attractive guy ever. clearly we are soulmates, two good looking people together? helloo”

you wiggle your eyebrows at him and wink cutely

he chuckles softly

“are you sure, you’ve seen the other members, they have way better bodies and faces than me”

you realize at this moment your soulmate had insecurities

why are korean beauty standards like this

“look at me”

you boldly hold his face in both of your hands, instantly making his ears turn red

“i don’t know or care that other people don’t find you attractive. to me you are the most handsome" 

"your the perfect height for me, i dont need to you to be any taller" 

"your eyes are the most attractive thing, i didn’t think someone can be so hot and cute as the same time but damn you proved me wrong" 

"i could go on and on but if i say all of them now, it would take forever”

you bring his face closer and press your lips on his cheek softly

he smiles with pink cheeks and pecks your neck, settling his head there and whispers

“you don’t need to be perfect but i know your perfect for me”

you laugh tenderly and whisper in his ear,

“i love how you can keep up with my cheesy comments but let’s not do this 24/7”

he chuckles loudly

“let’s be a comfortable & fun couple, those are the best”

 "definitely"

svt at the side like “this has to be the cheesiest and cutest moment i’ll ever witness”

“it’s a drama in real life lol”

seungkwan says this a little too loudly

you and soonyoung both look over and then at each other

“you wanna throw it or will i?”

The Seventeen Soulmate AU series:

|| Seungcheol / Pt. 2 || Jeonghan / Pt. 2 || Joshua / Pt.2 || Jun / Pt.2 || Hoshi / Pt.2 || Wonwoo || Woozi / Pt.2 || Seokmin / Pt.2 || Mingyu / Pt.2 || Minghao || Seungkwan || Vernon / Pt.2 || Dino ||

100% recommend you another soulmate au here, soulmate! Joshua ;)

(Jess: Seri ily //actual tears//)

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