#its nothing but pure self-indulgence LMAO

[candied-heartss]

“i might let you make me juno!”

(stanford!art donaldson x fem!girlfriend!reader)

summary: art loves his sweet, little girlfriend, but thinks she'd look even better with a baby at her side!

cw: penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't be fools wrap your tools, y'all), praise kink, missionary position, "baby-trapping" and references to pregnancy/bearing children (reader & art have talked beforehand), reader is fem and is referred to w she/her pronouns, slight size kink(?), inspired by sabrina carpenter's ‘juno’, really short n not exactly proofread so pls bare w me 😭😭

word #: 544 words

a/n: hey y'all!! guess who's back from the dead perchance lmao anyways sorry for basically being mia, classes have been kicking my ass 😭😭 anywhosies enjoy this self-indulgent brain vomit xx <33

"art, honey... i think i wanna try it..."

ever since those words fell from your lips all those weeks ago, art has been nothing but driven completely wild.

almost every night, after coming home from a particularly long practice match or studying, it would always end the same. you bent over or laid up on the nearest piece of furniture while he pounded into you like no tomorrow.

now, of course, you loved it all. the sloppy, almost clumsy nature of his hastily timed thrusts, the tight, but loving grip he held on your hips and thighs, and the praise that would fall off of his tongue like sugar.

"doin' so good, sweet girl... love this cunt, love you s'much... wanna give it to you..." he would murmur into your ear, hips colliding with yours.

"want it... please, art... want it sooo bad." you would cry out softly, only to gasp whenever he would inevitably give in to your pleas and press you tight up against him.

"you feel that? that's me..." he would boast with a quiet, almost prideful chuckle as his hand ghosted over your lower abdomen where he could feel your cunt greedily clenching and taking him in, "god, i just... wanna put a baby in you, you'd look so damn pretty pregnant." and the mere thought of it, you all round and swollen, your breasts tender to the touch and your nipples so easily malleable, especially under art's touch, made you shiver with need.

and each time, he always seemed to know when you were on the brink of a mind-numbing orgasm, as if he had a six sense designated for your pleasure, only.

"c'mon, sweetheart... lemme feel it." he would practically moan in your ear, his thrusts becoming more harsh and punctuated, making the occasional choked whine slip from your throat.

"a-art!... coming, 'm gonna come..." you would practically shriek, clutching onto him as if you were afraid he'd disappear if you didn't. your eyes then rolled back as the buildup finally came crashing down, rendering you in a dazed state and turning both your bones and brain into a melted puddle. art then swiftly followed with a groan, leaning his head back in pure, unadulterated ecstasy as your cunt milked his cock for all its worth.

as you began to come down from your prolonged high, you could still feel him thrusting inside of you, desperately chasing a release of his own, before he finally came with a hoarse grunt, shaky, pleasured sighs leaving the both of your mouths as you felt him from you up entirely with his cum.

and when he pulls out, it only then spurs on the incentive to finish what he started. moving back in between your thighs, he leans in close to your aching, swollen cunt before dragging his fingers through the spend that dripped out of you before carefully plunging them back into you, causing a weak moan to fall out of your mouth.

"careful, baby," art then muses with an almost playful smile painted on his lips, "we're not finished 'til you can make me a daddy, okay?"

and, god, you swore that if you could, those words could definitely make you fall in love with him all over again.

[amemoire]

Hear me out.

[sceletaflores]

you need a seat? i’ll volunteer!

pairing: tashi duncan x fem!reader

summary: how much of a selfish douche does patrick have to be to not beg tashi to sit on his face every night? you certainly would.

—or: you show tashi what she’s missing out on…

word count: 3.7k

contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, girl kissing, oral (fem!receiving), fingering (fem!receiving) but not really, cheating (i can't stop lmao), patrick catching strays, a hint of "there's only one bed" trope, kinda sad angsty wlw pining, like this got a little depressing at the end lmao, more plot than i thought it would have when i started writing it (i physically can't not write so much plot it's a disease), no use of y/n.

author's note: AHHH HAPPY PRIDE!!! this is purely self indulgent lmao no one asked for this but i just had to write it. this is my first ever wlw fic!!! I know, please stop clapping, it was my duty to post one during pride month. i'm still writing the homoerotic wlw friendship fic, i promise it's coming! i just wrote this one way faster than i thought i would lol okay hope you love it! mwah xoxo

You and Tashi sit across from each other on the bed of some fancy hotel room in Texas the night before a match against UT with a new, exciting charge in the air between you.

Actually, the two of you sit on the only bed in the room after a mix up with the hotel’s booking but “You girls are close, you don’t mind sharing? Right?”

Your coach was right, you don’t mind sharing at all. Not one bit.

You and Tashi were more than close. The two of you have been best friends since middle school, and playing tennis with each other just as long. Whether it was playing side by side or with one of you standing on the opposite end of the court. It was you and her, always.

You realized your feelings for Tashi Duncan were a little more than platonic when you were 15 years old. You were staying the night at her house, laying on her bed with your legs tangled together under the covers watching Mean Girls as Tashi idly braided your hair. It was during the Halloween party scene where Cady catches Regina and Aaron kissing when Tashi spoke up, breaking the comfortable silence between you. “Have you ever kissed a boy like that?”

You just shook your head silently, leaning further into her hands as Cady stormed out of the party on-screen. You didn’t know why she was asking you, you told her everything. If a boy kissed you like that she’d be the first to know. Tashi was silent for a few more seconds, tying off the end of your braid and resting her hands on your shoulders. 

“I could show you how,” she had said, “You know, for when guys want to kiss you like that.”

You immediately felt your heart start to race, palms suddenly sweaty. Her suggestion caught you off guard, but you think you heard that girls actually do stuff like that. It’s just practice, it’s not like it’s a big deal. Plus Tashi’s your best friend, you trust her.

You turned up to face her, searching her eyes for any hint of a joke, but you found nothing. Her face was earnest, bottom lip trapped between her teeth as she looked down at you, and her eyes filled with a mix of mischief and something deeper. 

“Okay,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Tashi smiled, moving closer until your faces were inches apart. You closed your eyes as your breath mingled with hers, her hand settling softly on your jaw. The first touch of her lips was soft and sweet, sending a shiver down your spine. 

You gave in, parting your lips to let her tongue brush against yours. You felt something deep inside of you slot into place, like a missing puzzle piece finding its home. You got lost in the moment, mind going blank and fuzzy as your tongues explored each other's mouths. The thought of kissing boys suddenly felt unimportant and distant with Tashi’s lips moving against yours. 

All too soon she was pulling back, her face soft and flushed. “See? Not so scary,” she said with a smile, you swore you could hear a slight tremor in her voice. She brushed her thumb across your cheek once before she laid back against the headboard and cast her gaze to the movie still playing.

“Yeah…” you trailed off, leaning against her to watch Regina get hit by the bus. Your mind was still buzzing, the feel and taste of Tashi lingering on your lips.

That kiss changed everything for you, but the two of you never talked about it again. Tashi woke up the next morning as if nothing had changed, smiling at you over breakfast talking a thousand miles a minute about the new tennis club in town. It’s been years since then, years of pretending like you’re not really in love with Tashi Duncan, that it was just a phase. You just adore her so much, a totally normal platonic best friend kind of adoration, that’s all.

It’s well past the time you and Tashi should have been asleep by now, pre-match jitters and excitement keeping the two of you up late. You’d been talking for hours already, and somehow the topic has shifted into raunchier territory. Maybe later you’ll blame the pent-up energy for blurring your filter, but for now you were content swapping recaps of the latest hookups you’ve shared with Art for her stories with Patrick. 

The addition of Art and Patrick was definitely a new development in your relationship with Tashi. Two boys who thought they were being discreet following the two of you around the Adidas party all those months ago, taking turns chatting you up on the beach and inviting you back to their hotel room.

Then college started, and Patrick and Tashi were suddenly dating, and things sort of changed. Tashi was spending more time with him, leaving you alone to stew in your anger of feeling like the next best thing. Well not completely alone, Art was always there. In a similar situation as you, with Tashi taking up all of Patricks time when he’d visit campus. Leaving the two of you to sit in Art’s dorm sharing a handle of cheap vodka every time you got kicked out of your room so Tashi and Patrick could have some “alone time”.

Art’s hot, and he seemed to like you so it felt easy enough for the two of you to pair off like Tashi and Patrick did. You wouldn’t call it dating, friends with benefits fit better, but he was a nice distraction from the new Tashi shaped hole in your life, so you indulged. Tashi was overjoyed when she found out, so happy for you in every sense of the word. Constantly badgering you for details, like she was just before your conversation took a complete one-eighty.

“No way Patrick hasn’t asked you to do that before,” you ask a little too loudly, beyond shocked as you stare at Tashi sitting across from you on the mattress. 

She scoffs quietly, shaking her head as she picks at a loose thread sticking out of the comforter. “It’s kinda been all about him lately,” she trails off with a shrug, like that’s a good reason.

Fucking Patrick. You think bitterly, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. What a fucking loser.

You knew he wasn’t good enough for Tashi the second you met him. All flashy bravado and superficial charm, like a peacock strutting around with no substance. Tashi seems to like him enough so you bite your tongue at every dreadful detail she’s told you about their relationship, because you’re such a good friend.

Seriously though, how much of a selfish douchebag does Patrick have to be not to beg Tashi to sit on his face every night? 

You certainly would.

“Art and you do that a lot?” she asks nonchalantly, but her eyes have a certain look to them. One you can’t quite place, they’re sharper than they were before. Maybe even a tiny bit challenging, as if she’s daring you to go there. You were never one to back down from a dare, especially in front of Tashi.

You nod slowly, fingers toying with the edge of your shorts.  “A couple times.”

“How’s it feel.” She makes it sound like a question, you know her well enough to recognize that it’s more like a thinly veiled demand. Her voice is barely above a whisper but she may as well have shouted at the top of her lungs with the way it cuts through the space between you so sharply.

You see flashes of Art red-faced and needy as you knelt on top of him with your knees on either side of his head, of him spilling inside his boxers as you rode his face, using his tongue to get yourself off.

It has warmth pooling in the bottom of your stomach, thighs subconsciously clenching together. You imagine yourself in Art’s place, laying flat on your back as Tashi kneels above you, chasing after the taste of her with your tongue. 

“So good…” You whisper back, voice breathy like you just got done training. You can feel Tashi’s eyes on you, intense and persistent.

You meet her gaze, her familiar brown eyes dark and blown out in a way you’ve never seen before. She looks flushed, her cheeks tinged with the slightest hint of red. Her lips part ever so slightly, revealing a glimpse of teeth as she bites down on her full lower lip, a tiny gesture that sends a zing up your spine. It's like the room's temperature just shot up by ten degrees, creating a kind of heat that makes you feel light-headed.

Tashi’s stare is unwavering, it makes your skin crawl in the best way possible. She looks hungry, you feel a pang of unfiltered need shake your body like thunder. You’ve never felt deja vu before, but you’re guessing it feels something like this.

The offer slips past your lips before you can think of stopping it, “I mean…I could– I could like show you. If you want.”

For a second, there’s silence. All you can hear is the sounds of the city three floors below you flowing in through the window. The distant hum of traffic and faint chatter blend into a muted sound that underscores the tense quiet in your room. You hold your breath, forcing yourself to meet Tashi’s gaze. Every second that passes feels like an eternity, you’re inches away pretending it was a joke, from running away with your tail between your legs.

Then, Tashi’s eyes narrow slightly, her lips curling into a sly smile. She leans closer, bridging the small gap between the two of you, the mattress shifts under her weight. “Show me,” she murmurs, her voice an assertive whisper. The intensity in her eyes deepens, locking you in place. 

Your heart pounds in your chest, each beat echoing in your ears louder than the city noise outside. It wasn’t really a joke when you offered, but you never thought Tashi would actually call your bluff. You thought she’d just laugh, roll her eyes and call you gross with a smile on her face. You swallow hard, a mix of excitement and nerves churning in your stomach.

Tashi’s hand moves to your chin, gently bringing you closer to her. The electricity between you is palpable, a charged connection that sparks and crackles. Her thumb brushes across your lower lip, and you feel yourself leaning into her touch, your body responding before your mind can catch up. 

“Show me,” she repeats, her voice firmer now, a command wrapped in velvet. Her words hang in the air, thick with anticipation and promise. You nod, a small, almost unnoticeable movement.

“We- Art and I - we…uh, usually kiss before,” you try to sound casual. Tashi’s eyes soften, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of her mouth.

“Then kiss me,” she says. You can feel her breath on your skin, warm and inviting. You lift your hand, reaching out slowly. Your fingers brush against the bare skin of her arm, you’ve touched her millions of times before, but this one is different. It’s a hesitant touch that feels both daring and delicate. She doesn't tense or pull away; instead, she leans into your touch, her eyes never leaving yours.

Your throat feels dry, your mind racing, but you push through, your hand glides up her arm, tracing a path to her shoulder. Her skin is smooth, warm under your touch, and you can feel the slight tremor that betrays the relaxed front she’s putting on.

With every inch you cover, you feel more confident, your movements becoming more assured. You lean in, close enough that you can see the slight rise and fall of her chest, hear the faint hitch in her breath. 

It’s been years, but you swear her lips feel the same. It’s far from the slow, sweet, timid kiss you shared on her bed. The moment they touch yours, it’s like a jolt of electricity runs through your veins, reigniting a fire deep within you that never truly died. Tashi’s lips are soft, yet demanding, moving with a hunger that mirrors your own. You can taste the faint hint of her coconut lip balm and something that’s uniquely Tashi, a flavor you had almost forgotten but that comes rushing back with each second that passes. You lose yourself in the rhythm, the pressure, the way her tongue teases yours, exploring, claiming.

If you weren’t so fucking turned on, so fucking wet that you’re drenching your panties, you’d probably laugh. You’d laugh at how easily you ended up back here, kissing Tashi just because she asked you too. You wonder if she’s thinking about that night too, if she ever thinks about it.

Your hands find her waist, pulling her closer as the kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, more needy. Without thinking, you drag Tashi onto your lap, her chest pressing flush against yours as her knees fall on either side of your torso. She responds quickly, her fingers tangling in your hair, grip tight enough to have you softly moaning into the kiss. 

It’s messy, wet, and consuming, with spit mingling as your mouths fight for dominance. Tashi still refusing to let go of the upper-hand even though you’re technically supposed to be the one showing her something, but you don’t mind. She bites your lower lip, hard enough to make you groan, sending a shock-wave of heat straight to your core. Her nails scratch against your scalp, pulling you impossibly closer. The air is thick with the sounds of your ragged breathing and the soft, breathy moans escaping your throats. 

When you finally pull apart, both of you are breathless, your foreheads resting against each other, a small thread of saliva connects your lips before it falls and breaks.

“Show me,” she whispers again, this time softer, almost a plea. And with a newfound confidence, you nod, ready to give her whatever she asks for. 

“Off,” you say impatiently, tugging at the waistband of her shorts. Tashi’s eyes darken, her breaths coming in shallow, rapid gasps as she quickly complies, shimmying out of her shorts and tossing them aside. You waste no time, falling on your back so fast your body bounces on the mattress. You can hear the bed creaking as Tashi crawls towards you again, you can feel the warmth of her as she throws a leg over your hips and starts to make her way up your body. She pauses at your chest, hesitating. She looks down at you, her eyes more unsure and vulnerable than you’ve seen in a long time. You just smile softly, giving her a small nod and bringing your hands up to squeeze her thighs reassuringly. Her body is warm and firm beneath your palms. 

“Tash,” you whisper, thumbs rubbing soothing circles against her skin. “It’s just me.” 

Her eyes search yours for a second longer, the tension melts from her face, and she smiles. A real smile, not the fake one she gives pushy interviewers, one that reaches her eyes. Her vulnerability bleeds into tender determination as she gives you one sharp nod of her head and shuffles the rest of the way up your body.

With a sense of urgency, your fingers hook around the edge of her panties. Tashi’s trembling, her fingers digging into your shoulders, hips lifting slightly to aid you slide her panties to the side.

Being face to face with Tashi Duncan’s cunt feels euphoric. It feels right, like this is where you should have been all along. She’s so wet for you and so beautiful and so perfect and you can hardly wait to taste her.

You lean in, trailing soft, deliberate kisses along her inner thigh, feeling her shiver beneath your touch. Tashi’s breath hitches, a soft moan escaping her lips as you get closer to her core. Her eyes never leave yours, her pupils completely blown out and swallowing up the warm brown.

“Please,” she breathes, her voice strained with longing. The plea sends a thrill through you, has you feeling power drunk because the great Tashi Duncan is begging you. Begging you to touch her, begging you to make her feel good, begging you to make her come.

You lean your head up, you can feel her body tremble as your breath brushes against her. Your lips part, placing a soft kiss directly over her clit, making her squirm and moan softly above you. You flick your tongue out, teasing her, drawing more desperate sounds from her lips. 

The taste of her is intoxicating, flooding your senses and making you crave even more. She tastes like girl sweat, like girl sex, you moan into it, gripping her thighs hard to try in vain to steady yourself.

Tashi’s eyes flutter shut, her head falling back as your tongue slides through the wet slit of her cunt. Her response is immediate, lowering herself down against your tongue as a low moan escapes her lips. Tashi's hips start to move, instinctively seeking more, needing more.

You watch her through half-lidded eyes, mesmerized by the sight of her losing herself in the pleasure you're giving her. Her hands tangle in your hair again, guiding you, urging you on as you work your tongue along her slick entrance. The rhythm of her hips matches the movement of your mouth, and you can feel her growing wetter, absolutely drenching the bottom half of your face.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” she mutters, pretty face pinched in pleasure. You moan into her cunt, angling your head up to drag your tongue up her slit slowly until you reach her clit, sucking it into your mouth and swirling your tongue over it.

“Oh my God,” Tashi huffed. She opened her eyes and looked down between her legs, catching your glassy eyes with her own. The sight only made her grind her hips faster, “You’re so pretty,” She muttered. Your loud moan is muffled by her cunt, heart fluttering in your chest at her words. You can feel your hands start shaking with the intensity of the moment, way more intimate than it probably should be.

Her right hand lets go of your hair, shooting out to lace her fingers with yours. She squeezes your hand hard, gripping onto it like a lifeline as she rides your tongue. You respond in kind, using your free hand to guide her, to hold her steady as you delve deeper into her cunt, your nose bumping up against her clit. Her taste, her reactions, everything about her is perfect, and you can feel her body tightening, her muscles clenching as she gets closer and closer to the edge. 

Her other hand tightened its grip on your hair, pulling you closer as she threw her head back, a low, throaty moan escaping her lips. “Don’t stop,” she gasps, her voice breaking, “I’m close.”

You increase your pace, tongue working even faster over her clenching cunt. You lose yourself in her, in the rhythm of her movements, in the sounds of her moans and gasps. You need her to come, you need to see, need to feel it, need to hear it, need to fucking taste it.

And she does, her body tensing, then shaking as she cries out your name, the sound filling the room. You hold her through it, your tongue moving in gentle, soothing strokes as she rides out her orgasm, her body slowly relaxing under your touch. You keep going, tongue greedily soaking up everything she has to give you until she’s spent, her body going limp, her breath coming out in ragged, uneven gasps. 

Tashi leans back, blindly shoving her free hand down your shorts to delve between your slick thighs. Your hand grips hers harder, moaning out as her fingertips brush over your throbbing clit. Your eyes open to find Tashi already staring down at you between her thighs, the fancy hotel lights making a halo of light around her messy hair. She looks fucking ethereal.

You’re so worked up it only takes a few clumsy circles of Tashi’s fingers to push you over the edge. Back arching off the bed as you come, hips bucking up into her touch. Waves of pleasure crash through you as you soak your panties in your release as Tashi watches with sharp eyes. She keeps going, fingertips sliding over you with featherlight touches until you’re squirming away, thighs instinctively clenching shut.

Tashi falls back onto the bed next to you, the two of you laying beside each other trying to catch your breath. The room is filled with the soft sound of your synced heavy breathing, you can feel her hair tickling your neck from where it splayed out on the pillows.

“Patrick’s coming to the UT game tomorrow,” her voice breaks the silence, voice raspy and winded, “Art will probably be with him.”

Her impassive tone feels like a bucket of ice water dumped over your head. You look at her, but Tashi keeps her gaze trained on the ceiling, her chest rising and falling quickly. She’s sweaty, baby hairs sticking to her forehead, her face is stony. She closes her eyes, it feels like a door slamming in your face. Your heart sinks in your chest, dread starting to wrap its tendrils around you.

Patrick and Art. Their names hang in the air like a storm cloud threatening to burst, casting a shadow over the fragile intimacy of the moment. You swallow hard, trying to muster a response, but words elude you in the suffocating silence. Tashi speaks again before you can, “We should all go out to dinner after, like on a double date or something.”

You trace the outline of her profile with your eyes, the curve of her jawline, the faint sheen of sweat on her skin. Each detail seems sharper, more defined, as if etching itself into your memory with painful clarity all over again. You have to close your eyes too, scared if you keep them open that the tears burning your waterline will start flowing down your cheeks. All you can do is lie there, next to Tashi, and feel the weight of her words settle into the space between you, putting up a barrier you're not sure how to breach. 

“Yeah…sounds good.”

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jaemin headcanons — how he would treat you on your period

warnings | menstruation obviously, one (1) swear word, a tiny smidge of a mention of nsfw

a.n | felt like i was dying at work today because my cramps were so bad so this is purely self indulgent lmao

you absolutely cannot convince me that jaemin isnt the absolute sweetest mf to you when you’re on your period

he for sure has a tracker app on his phone so he knows when exactly you’re supposed to start

he makes sure that the bedsheets are clean around that time so you can snuggle up into a nice clean bed

your every wish is his command, and he won’t make you do anything you don’t feel like doing

but one thing he will make sure that you do is eat enough healthy foods and drink enough water (not that he doesn’t do that all the time, but this week is the most important)

he always has the fridge and pantry stocked with the ingredients for your favorite meals and snacks so he can make them for you

he doesn’t care if its the most convoluted recipe he’s ever seen in his life, or even if he has to drive however long it takes to get to your favorite random takeout place

he will make absolutely sure that you have your favorite food

he’s so incredibly gentle and understanding with you, and he’s exactly what you need

he knows every month is different from the last but he can always read the room

if you feel clingy, then he won’t let you go

if you want your space, then he keeps the distance he knows you need, but he’s still just a room away in case you call out to him for anything at all

even if you’re having a particularly bad day and there’s a chance that you might snap at one of your friends or coworkers, you’ve never snapped at jaemin because he just knows exactly what to say and do

if you have to work the day it hits or the day its the heaviest, he makes sure he’s at home so he can be there when you finish your day

sometimes you’ll come back home and you’ll be okay, maybe on a good day where your body decided to give you a break or the pain meds you took really just did their job

other days though, you’ll open the door with a frown on your face, your eyes welling up with tears because the day was so long and nothing was going right and you’re just in so much fucking pain

he immediately leads you inside, helping you take off all your clothes and running a bath for you, complete with all of your favorite bubbles or muscle relaxing salts

jaemin must have an internal thermometer or something because the bath water is always right, never too hot or too cold

he’ll sit in the tub behind you so you can lean back against him while he softly scrubs shampoo into your hair and massages your scalp

he presses little kisses to your cheeks or shoulders or back every time he hears you sniffle, and he’ll give you his undivided attention if you decide to tell him about your day

theres a bottle of cold water right next to the tub for him to grab whenever you bend forward from a wave of pain; he rubs your arms or your thighs softly until it subsides, and brings the straw up to your lips for you

“you’re okay, baby, take a drink” and after you take a few gulps he’ll set it down and pat your flushed face with a cold fluffy cloth

if you’re up for doing your skincare, he’ll do it for you with you

he’ll brush your hair up into a ponytail and/or put on your matching fuzzy bunny eared headbands

he’ll wash your face for you with your cleanser, and his gentle fingers will smooth the face cream down your nose and across your cheeks (he likes to squish your cheeks together and kiss your pouty lips to make you giggle)

if it isn’t obvious by now, jaemin doesn’t let you lift a finger

after drying you off and getting you dressed up in his comfy clothes, the heating pad is already warmed up and ready for you on the bed

and i’ll just say it, i know what you’re thinking

no, jaemin is not at all opposed to helping you out if you’re feeling particularly.. needy

he didn’t necessarily mean to stumble upon the fact that orgasms help with period cramps

he was just researching ways to help you feel more comfortable

but he is more than willing to do whatever you want whenever you want, so this of course is not an exception

“jaem, i’m literally bleeding down there”

“yeah and?? we have towels”

he’s not trying to pressure you into doing anything you aren’t up for

he just wants you to know that anything he can do to make you feel better, he’s 100% willing to do, no questions asked

[ping-ski]

AAAAAAHHH HI! First off, can I just say I LOVE your artsyle and especially your Eclipse design? The party hat instead of Moon's nightcap is so cute :D

OK so a few questions-

Can I ask for a general synopsis of your au? You made a Y/N design for both the daycare and the theater, so it's safe to assume this is before SB? (Unless if this is just a Daycare AU not in SB-) ^w^

Also, since there's a Y/N, is this au gonna be romantic? (Who do we get to kiss first?) Platonic? <3

uwaaaa thank you!!! i think the party hat adds more whimsy!! now to answer your questions...

✦ "Can I ask for a general synopsis of your au? You made a Y/N design for both the daycare and the theater, so it's safe to assume this is before SB? (Unless if this is just a Daycare AU not in SB-) ^w^"

✿ I'm not really great at writing like AT ALL, but I plan to start a fic for EBY, so IDK how much I'll share? The intention is for it to be a loose SB au of sorts? I say loose because it's purely driven by headcanon and just self-insert scenarios I wrote for myself in my notes app before I really got "into" the DCA sub fandom. I literally was daydreaming just from gameplay and voicelines alone it was BAD lmao. The "lore" per say isn't very concrete, I'm well aware, I just want to kiss these damn robots. (It's very self indulgent and that's not everybody's cup of tea- I totally get it.) I WILL, however, give you this blurb from an old draft! ✿ I do have to note, I've changed a lot since the drafts and still continuously scramble stuff around so this may not even be applicable or accurate to whatever the current state of EBY is haha (I'm so sorry-)

It's not ideal, but you've been working part-time in the Fazbear Theater for the past few months since the Pizza Plex's 1 year anniversary. This is just a temporary gig until you can land your dream job! You need to hold out until you finish the training program and get the last of the required certifications. For a temp job, at least it isn't boring! You work along side the Faztheater's mascot, Eclipse! With his antics, paired with the daily tasks of helping run a movie theater, the days never seem to be dull. That being said, the theater hasn't been performing well lately. You've got a strong work ethic, but that isn't enough for repeat customers nowadays. And while Eclipse is nothing short of talented and a technological marvel, management has been wanting him off-stage more than on. The glamour of the Fazbear Theater has since worn off since the grand opening. You chalk it up to how the theater itself is half-baked and how it's been playing the same screenings of "Pizzaplex exclusive" short films for weeks now while Eclipse is frequently in maintenance. With your luck, this slow spell might just come to an end! Fazbear Entertainment recently released its plans for a new attraction, among many, called the Superstar Daycare! Whether you'll stick around long enough to see any of it is uncertain when an opportunity for a career path you've been working so hard for finally presents itself.

✦ "Also, since there's a Y/N, is this au gonna be romantic? (Who do we get to kiss first?) Platonic? <3"

✿ Now because I am a self-shipper... EBY was def intended to be romantic initially, but I want to believe it can be read as platonic too! We'll see how this changes when I finally get to writing it I suppose lmao.

[areislol]

two worlds apart

ft— anyone

warning — mentions of character death, angst, pretty much self indulgent lmao

a/n— i just felt angsty today :) also i wrote this like you aren't in teyvat? you're you (obv) in this universe and they're just your comfort character. ik shifting is a thing so this is for my #icannotshiftforthelifeofme girlies. listened to ykwim when writing this as well.

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sometimes you wish you were dead. it sounds blunt and quite, dramatic, yes. but not really when you remember that reincarnation may or may not be a real thing.

we have all heard of the word "soulmates". the idea of soulmates has been present in various traditions for centuries. the "concept" suggests that there is a special connection between two individuals that goes beyond physical attraction and emotional compatibility.

it is believed that these two people are connected by an invisible thread or string that can never be broken, no matter the distance or time. this thread binds them together, and their souls recognize each other even before they meet.

it is said that when soulmates find each other, they experience a sense of completion and fulfillment that they cannot find elsewhere. love itself is a powerful force that can bring people together, even when they are from different worlds. when two individuals are soulmates, their love transcends time and space.

now, death is a natural part of life, and it is something that everyone will experience at some point. while death is often associated with sadness and loss, while some people believe that it can also be a time of reunion with loved ones or, finally being with someone they have loved for so long in another world.

for those who believe in reincarnation, death is not the end, but rather a new beginning. it is an opportunity for the soul to move on to a new life and continue its journey. for some, the idea of being reunited with their soulmate after death brings comfort and solace.

they believe that when they die, they will be able to join their lover/comfort character from another world and be much happier than they ever were in this world. this gives them hope and a reason to keep going, even when times are tough.

for some, some may think it is absurd to even think about death in this way. you really want to die/are waiting for your death just because you want to be happier with your comfort character? how.. weird.

the heart is a mysterious thing, and sometimes it leads us down paths that we never thought possible. loving someone from another world can be a lonely road to travel, but it can also be one filled with wonder and amazement. our hearts may ache for this person that we cannot touch or hold, but the love we feel for them can give us a sense of purpose.

the pain of loving someone who is not real can be overwhelming, it really can. the thought of never being able to hold them or feel their warmth can be unbearable.

but in times of sorrow, the comfort and solace you find in loving them can be the only thing that gets you through. it's easy to dismiss this kind of love as make-believe, but it's not.

the heart doesn't discriminate and doesn't see boundaries at all. even though they are not real, the love you feel for them is. it's a feeling that is deep and real and can bring joy to your life.

just how long have you been yearning to feel their touch, to know what their kisses feel like, to see them face to face? a long, long time. and you know that. how many times have you cried into your pillow, just because you love them so much and that they aren't real?

sometimes the pain in your heart can become unbearable. The emptiness and the loneliness can consume you entirely, leaving you with nothing but despair. it's in those moments that you start to wonder if death would be a better alternative.

you imagine that if you passed away, you could be reunited with your lover from another world, a place where love is eternal and pure. you know that in that world, you would find comfort and solace, and your heart would finally be at peace.

because even though you two are two worlds apart, the love you hold for each other goes beyond measure.

WHAT IS UP W ME AND ANGST NOWADAYS?!??!

[inkykeiji]

i love you - i know

anonymous said: ik you’re a pretty big star wars (and vader) fan so i’m kinda curious—would touya-nii binge watch the movies with her, and if reader is obsessed with vader like you, how would he react to her thirsting over anakin? i can just picture him getting jealous over a fictional villain and getting all mad and overprotective

character: todoroki touya | dabi

genre: fluff with a sprinkle of angst

notes: set in my touya-nii au, this is an extremely self-indulgent piece and was written as more of a comfort for myself than anything else but i wanted to share it here since anon prompted it!!! with that being said, this is generally how touya-nii would react to anyone’s favourite character in the most basic sense, so if you’re interested in that, read on!

warnings: no smut but still +18 minors do not interact, stepcest, toxic relationship (possessiveness, jealousy), star wars spoilers (lmao???)

words: 2.1k

synopsis:

“You, uh, you like me better than him though, right? I’m, like, your ultimate favourite, am I not?”

And he hates how small, shy, unsure his voice sounds, coughing harshly to clear the tremble sticking in his throat.

They’re stupid questions; he knows they’re stupid questions, knows the answer is yes, absolutely, of course you do, yet he can’t help but vocalize them, pathetically vying for that concrete reassurance pouring from your lips and cascading over his skin, encasing him in an indestructible coating of your comforting, unconditional love.  

“You are my most favourite person in the whole universe,” you tell him lightly, giving him a quick glance through the corner of your eye. “On this planet or any others, niichan, I promise.”  

—

It’s a special type of torture, watching these films with you, subjected to all your little mewls and moans that you attempt to subdue, to tone down, purely for his sake; all your little whispered wisps of Daddy that manage to slip from your throat every time Vader’s onscreen, so delicate, so precious the endearment merely caresses your lips on its way out.

It’s the most rewarding type of torture, watching these films with you, privy to all of those sweet bubbles of laughter—vaporized happiness that he devours; down his throat and into his lungs and straight to his very soul—that warm him from the inside out, that make it all so fucking worth it.

On the days where nothing seems to be enough, on the days where his kisses can’t quell the glittery tears staining your cheeks and his cuddles can’t calm the shuddery sobs rattling your ribs and his words can’t lull the misery incessantly ricocheting off the walls of your skull, he’s forced to bring out the big guns.

“Where are you going?” you nearly whimper, body involuntarily leaning forward to follow his heat, his comfort, as he leaves the couch and pads towards your impressive blu-ray collection, proudly displayed across the dark wood shelves lining the far wall of your living room.

Touya doesn’t answer, merely casting a glance over his shoulder in your direction, the grimace chiseled into his face melting into something softer, something sweeter when he spots you curled in a cute little ball, chin resting on your folded knees as gleaming eyes watch him in curiosity, your favourite fluffy blanket wrapped tightly around your form.

Revenge of the Sith, that’s the one that holds the most nostalgia. It isn’t your favourite—no, that’s the one with that weird yeti creature at the beginning, the one where Luke gets shoved into that deformed horse or whatever the fuck that thing is before he dies of hypothermia; The Empire Strikes Back, that’s the one—but it holds a special place within your heart, and it’s a foolproof way to crack the trepidation coating your features with a precious little smile, even if only for an hour or two, one filled with childhood memories and the deep seated soothing nostalgia seems to bring with it.

Slender fingers drum against the plastic held in his palms, Hayden Christensen staring up at Touya from the blu-ray case, beautiful and brooding, and Touya swallows a sigh.

He hates this film.

It isn’t the atrocious writing, or the dreadful CGI, or the cardboard acting—though they all do their part, respectively—it’s him.

It’s the way you react to him, with those girlish squeals and gushing whispers, with hearts in your eyes and pure adoration in your voice, instantly engrossed in Anakin Skywalker’s aura any time he’s on the screen.

Touya supposes he can’t blame you, though. Anakin is your favourite character, after all.

Doesn’t mean Touya has to like it.

“Oh, niichan,” you breathe, a wave of watery appreciation rushing to cloud your vision the moment you realize his intentions.

“You’re having a really rough day,” Touya offers as a halfhearted explanation, a shoulder shrugging awkwardly as he looks away from your penetrative gaze, pure love pouring past your lashes, so potent, so powerful he swears he can feel it stretching his lungs with each inhale, surging down his throat and through his veins, his blood and tissue sparked aflame.

“Thank you,” you whisper as he settles back beside you, taking his rough hands between yours and squeezing, teardrops chasing each other down your smooth cheeks.

“No need to thank me,” he says gruffly, even though he appreciates the gesture more than he can verbally express. “And no more crying, yeah?” Calloused thumbs swipe through the steady streams flowing on your face, killing them instantly. “I’m sure Anakin wouldn’t want you crying either, princess.”

And try as he may, he can’t help the way his features pucker as he all but spits the sentence from his mouth, the name putrid on his tongue.

You don’t seem to mind, though, a giggle-infused sniffle catching tenderly in your throat at his reaction, snuggling into his side as a reluctant finger finally presses play.

And then the film begins, the first few notes of that iconic theme song blaring proudly through the speakers, and Touya feels a distinct shift in your spirit—looser, lovelier, muscles relaxing as rosy nostalgia infused with warm comfort weaves thickly through your blood.

Touya stays quiet for the first little while, watching with fleeting, soured disinterest, refraining from commenting his caustic thoughts until Anakin is reunited with his secret wife, Padmé, the camera pushing in on his face, bright blue eyes and perfect smile shimmering against his flawless skin as he gazes at his lover.

“Pretty boy,” Touya grumbles through a scowl, eyes shaded by his tightly knit brows as he glares at the screen.

“You’re a pretty boy, too, niichan,” you nudge his shoulder with your own, a playful little smirk painted across your swollen face.

“Oh, shut up,” he rolls his eyes, unable to suppress the grin fluttering on his lips, bashfulness tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“M’serious!” you sit up a little straighter, sincerity shining in your stare, residual tears still glazing your eyes, old teardrops stubbornly clinging to your lashes. “You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen, niichan, I swear,”

A dainty pinky is held upright between your chests, wiggling a little in enticement.

And despite the melancholia still saturating your features—a twitching nose, a hitching chest, a quivering lip—your love for him is still so bright, so genuine, so real that it almost hurts, your sheer devotion raw and uncut and so fucking strong, and he has to look away, burning emotion swelling in his chest and crawling up his throat, mouth watering a little as it sits densely on the back of his tongue.

“Alright, princess, alright,” he’s clearing his throat as a large pinky twines itself around yours and squeezes, sealing the promise. “I believe you.”

Miraculously, he manages to get through the majority of Revenge of the Sith without complaining, save for the occasional unintelligible growl, mumbled out under his breath, his strong arms continuing to tighten around your waist with each soft gasp or muted squeal you emit, pressing you closer and closer to his heart, a silent reminder that he is there, that he is yours, as delicate little fingers curl in the faded material of his hoodie, pulling further and further, a silent reminder that you are his, too.

It isn’t until Padmé confronts Anakin on his decision to join the dark side that Touya truly speaks up, the question, heavy with emotion, scathing his tongue.

“Would you follow me to the dark side?”

“Of course I would,” you answer without hesitance, automatic and instinctual.

“I mean,” Touya begins, rolling the words around on his tongue. “He’s doing it all for her, isn’t he?”

“He is,” you confirm with a nod. “Anakin’s intense, uncontrollable emotions—his love, his hate, his anger, his jealousy—are ultimately his downfall.”

Fidgeting beside you, Touya clears his throat roughly, pricks of heat crawling up the back of his neck.

“Interesting.”

If you notice his discomfort, or the similarities between him and your favourite character, you don’t say anything, silently allowing him to haul you into his lap and cradle you against his chest; a shield of sorts, against the raw vulnerabilities he and Anakin seem to share.  

And yet, it’s…comforting, in a weird, almost inexplicable way, knowing that your favourite character has so many commonalities to Touya himself, knowing that you love him just the same regardless of his deeply flawed nature and unforgivable mistakes.

Watching as Anakin burns is nearly unbearable, the crackling of flames and melting of skin conjuring painful memories to the forefront of Touya’s mind—the sight of bright oranges and the smell of burnt flesh and the taste of ashy air overwhelming his senses—and he has to look away, jaw flexing with a thick swallow.

Burnt to a crisp and left to die by someone they loved, yet another similarity between him and your favourite.

At last, the torture of Hayden Christensen ends, the large man decked out head to toe in Vader’s extravagant suit as he steps off the steel operating table, rickety and tottering like Frankenstein’s monster as he hollers that ridiculously long, overly dramatic and extremely cliche Nooo! at news of Padmé’s death.

The crushing in his chest alleviates with the removal of the disk, Touya drawing in a few slow, steady breaths as he swaps one Star Wars film for another. It isn’t fully eradicated, a sort of bruising weight of clawed green envy still gnawing on his ribs and swiping at his heart, but he feels he can breathe a little easier now; the hardest and heaviest part is over, and he no longer has to look at Hayden’s Abercrombie & Fitch model face anymore.

It isn’t until halfway through Rogue One that Touya speaks again, low voice swiftly following your excited cheers of seeing Vader on the screen for the first time in the film.

“You, uh, you like me better than him though, right? I’m, like, your ultimate favourite, am I not?”

And he hates how small, shy, unsure his voice sounds, coughing harshly to clear the tremble sticking in his throat.

They’re stupid questions; he knows they’re stupid questions, knows the answer is yes, absolutely, of course you do, yet he can’t help but vocalize them, pathetically vying for that concrete reassurance pouring from your lips and cascading over his skin, encasing him in an indestructible coating of your comforting, unconditional love.  

“You are my most favourite person in the whole universe,” you tell him lightly, giving him a quick glance through the corner of your eye. “On this planet or any others, niichan, I promise.”  

Despite the nonchalance embedded in your tone, he can see the concern clear as day in your eyes, and he’s grateful that you don’t push, allowing him that space to find his reassurance without making a big deal out of it, without humiliating him or patronizing him further.

He nods in response, burying his face in your hair and inhaling deeply, head nodding again as he nuzzles into you.  

It’s a special type of torture, watching these films with you, subjected to all your little mewls and moans that you attempt to subdue, to tone down, purely for his sake; all your little whispered wisps of Daddy that manage to slip from your throat every time Vader’s onscreen, so delicate, so precious the endearment merely caresses your lips on its way out.

It’s the most rewarding type of torture, watching these films with you, privy to all of those sweet bubbles of laughter—vaporized happiness that he devours; down his throat and into his lungs and straight to his very soul—that warm him from the inside out, that make it all so fucking worth it.

It’s incredible how even after all these years, your reaction still hasn’t dulled in the slightest, bright smiles and breezy giggles conjured up the minute your favourite character appears.

It’s incredible to hear notes of elation and amusement seeping from his baby’s lips after a day full of sobs and sniffles, to see those sparks of mirth in your eyes—flares that have dried up, dried out, all of the sadness and tears—even if you both know it’s fleeting escapism at best, a few hours of bliss conjured up by a sugared sentimentality.

Because even if it’s only for a few transient moments, it’s all so worth it, suffering through all of your fawning and fussing over this character, continually shoving down those jealous and possessive notions desperate to make it past his lips, remarks that grate this throat with every thrust back, sharp and covered in thorns. It’s all so fucking worth it if it makes you feel better—if Touya can make you feel better, wielding nostalgia as his weapon—irregardless of how long the effects last.  

Eventually, though, it all becomes a bit too much for him.

Shuffling your body on his thighs roughly a quarter through the fourth Star Wars film you’ve put on, Touya turns you away from the television, physically forcing your attention to him as he rearranges you to straddle his hips.

“I think you’ve been staring at him for long enough, don’t you?” he mutters, head dropping to scatter a few well-placed kisses along your neck, front teeth nipping a little at the sensitive skin. “Niichan is feeling a little left out,”  

His voice is heavy with an exaggerated pout, words filtered through a jutted bottom lip. And although his tone is playful and teasing, you can see it, that little glimmer of truth, of insecurity, of jealousy shining bright in his sapphire eyes.

“You’re cute, niichan,” you murmur softly, a thumb gently caressing his protruding lip. His tongue catches it easily, sucking the appendage into the heat of his mouth.

“Cute, huh?” he speaks around the finger held between his teeth, an eyebrow raising in challenge.

A warm, wet tongue curls around your thumb, swallowing it further into his mouth before he lets go of it with a pop, teeth scraping against your flesh as the digit is pulled from his lips. A smirk carves itself into his face at your eager nodding, cute little uh-huhs spilling from your throat, Touya huffing out an airy little chuckle in response.

Sapphire glitters in the waning rays, weak beams of sunlight bathing the room in pale gold, eyes seeming to darken with the rapidly setting sun.

“Oh, I’m gonna show you cute, princess.”

[spaceyflowers]

Do you have headcanons about lookism + htf characters that you haven't talked about in a post before?

OH yeah um. a lot, but some are def leaning towards ooc/very self indulgent LMAO so i'm sorry if u look at these and go "they would NOT do that" its true to me 💔

i'll list 5 for both series!

thank u for showing interest, and also anyone else is welcome to reply/reblog with their headcanons bc theyre always fun to see <3 !!

(btw sorry if i have shared some of these b4, if i did they were prob in my tags and i just forgot 😭)

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LOOKISM

-mary kim; she has a muscular figure with a lil tummy ! naturally started losing weight and building muscle while doing judo as a sport and exercising in general. she's still a little sensitive about her weight due to bullying when she was younger and at a larger size, but shes happy where she is now. she'll beat ur ass if u shit talk her weight but if u do it behind her back, vin jin will step in if he catches u ^_^

-jay; hes selectively mute, it formed mainly from his social anxiety but also because he's naturally an introvert and was neglected during his developing childhood stages, so that snowballed into selective mutism ! (saying this just bc i like having reasons for everything rather than just make him not being able to talk a Unique Character Trait Thing) i also have a whole ass backstory idea for him but i'll only share if someone's interested 😭 tbh tho i might get too attached to it and ignore canon if his real backstory ever comes out LMAOOO

-leonn; i ABSOLUTELY fucking refuse to have the only woman in the architecture department be there just bc she has a crush on some fucking guy (not an insult to vasco, simply an angry comment directed towards gross heteronormativity and the shitty use of female characters). anyways she mistook her deep admiration for vasco as romantic feelings

-warren; has a blackhole stomach. everyone in hostel is wary about wasted food bc theyre,, not very well off to say the least so anything they dont like/cant finish they give to warren and he happily chows down ^_^ also yeah hes not very picky about what he eats !!

-vin jin; the easiest way to tell he's embarrassed is when his ears go red. (jace, too... for obvious reasons) its hard to catch him blush under his shades sometimes! this may or may not also be the reason he grew out his hair ^_^

HOW TO FIGHT

-snapper has become such a talented cameraman he is now great at secretly recording things to blackmail his friends LMAAOAO (obviously nothing serious tho, snapper's not evil 😭)

-rumi has a habit of petting people's heads affectionately 💖

-jisoo's ass is rotting in jail! ^_^

-taehun is a child magnet. you'd think he'd scare off kids but nope they all wanna play with him. and he acts like he hates this fact yet he always plays with the kids or at least entertains them a little (when hes not busy). altho he does hate this fact; babies are always staring at him (yknow that one science study or whatever that said babies stare at pretty people? yeah.)

-THE GIRLS ARE ALL BESTIES!!!!!! bomi, gyeoul, rumi, and gaeul <3 bomi is the calm collected smart one, rumi is also the smart one but more bubbly, gyeoul is the little goblin they kinda have to keep on a leash and gaeul's dumb of ass pure of heart <3

[interlvgos]

Hello dear Coral!<з

I’d like to request 3, 8 and 15 from the fic writer ask game!

hiii my love thank you so much for these! <3

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

right i'll be 10000% honest here and say currently absolutely none of them asdfghj not even in a woe is me way but i feel like ive developed so much as a writer that both my published fics make me.. cringe now and i cant read them back at all!! i appreciate them as demonstrative of the writer but i was at the time but ya. if i HAD to pick one it would be firestone because apollo was my first time ever writing smut and nothing about that process was enjoyable i was 90% stressed 10% embarrassed

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

sooo currently i have my gax fic following the 2023 season/not sure how far into 2024, the britcedes hand kink fic and a 5 + 1 britcedes fic that is entirely self indulgent, but just those three at the moment!

15. How do you come up with titles for your fics/chapters?

im soooo weak for a lyric title its essentially my entire brand as its usually songs that ignite inspo for a fic! firestone is named for 'firestone' by kygo, let's take it slow, apollo (this love is mythological) is a combination of lyrics from 'apollo' by faith zapata, the working title for tp lewis (not sure if ive actually said this??) is the finish line (is a good place we can start) from lyrics in 'the finish line' by snow patrol, and the gax fic is 'run for the hills' from the tate mcrae song sdjssuds so yes. definitely on brand. the hand kink fic is called keep your hands to myself based on the saying can't keep my hands to myself etc purely bc i thought i was hilarious when i thought if it as its exactly what george wants to do lmao

[disdaidal]

by the way i wanted to stop by and tell u that i feel you very much re: your writing struggles and dilemmas!!! like it's so frustrating having so many thoughts and ideas and plots and headcanons etc and feeling like it's physically impossible to get down into words! and it sucks that it's so clearly and easily visualised in our head and yet when we attempt to put words onto paper/document it's like. this is a Mess.

but also literally every time i start criticising my own work these days i try and pull myself back and be like this is literally for me and when i don't put pressure on myself to try and have it perfect and ao3's greatest hits worthy then i usually end up having a blast typing out all my lil funky fic things and it's fun again. and then i wanna share it with a friend and i realise it's not coherent enough for that then it sucks again. then i tell myself its for FUN and it's a vicious cycle lmao

ANYWAY all that to say i hear you wholeheartedly and i think whatever you've managed to write is amazing and every little fic and au you've ever thought is probably incredible and i hope u always know that ❤️🫶🏻

Aaaand two days later~ 🙈

I already started writing a lengthy answer back to you, but then Tumblr decided to be a fucking 🍆 once again and deleted everything, so. 🤪

Anyway, I wholeheartedly agree with everything you said here. Having all these ideas, all these tropes and AUs, all those scenes and dialogues circulating in your brain and yet you feel like it's not good enough—definitely not good enough for publishing. You keep telling that to yourself: it's not good enough, it will never be good enough, you'll never be one of those popular writers who write these total bangers one after another, so why bother, right?

But I also wholeheartedly agree with that statement that you should primarily write for yourself. I also had a lot of fun recently writing something on my docs that I still haven't fully published on ao3 or anywhere else, and I gotta say, I kept rereading that work over and over again because that one I truly wrote it for myself. Like, it felt so good to be self-indulgent for a change (I honestly can't recall the last time I've genuinely enjoyed reading my own writing before that, which is very telling I think), and when I suddenly experienced that feeling—that pure joy—once again... That feeling was so euphoric.

Like, what even is the point of writing anything if it feels like nothing but pain and misery all the fucking time? 🙈 It should be fun and self-indulgent. Most of the time, at least. It's really fucking hard for sure, but it still should be fun.

Anyway, I'm rambling again here, so, thanks so much for this ask and your words of encouragement. Made me feel a little bit better again. <3 I also want to say that whatever you're currently writing, even just daydreaming about, I genuinely hope you're having a blast at it. And if you ever decide to publish/share any of those stories of yours, I'm 100% there are people out there who are ready to kiss your feet just for writing that story and sharing with them. I certainly feel that way about certain stories, even authors, so. Who knows, maybe our stories could have the same kind impact on other people, too.

Gotta stay positive and just... goddamn write. Right? :D

[hongism]

Hey bestie heeeeeey~

I'm officially caught up with MOC so now I can tell you my feelings~

So, first of all, how dare you? There's no reason for the emotional whiplash I experienced reading this monstrosity (positive with all the love and respect in the world i promise) yet here i am... a further damaged woman lmfao

But forreal though, you have a great ability to pull emotions out of your readers and thats just amazing in my eyes, especially as a fellow writer myself :') theres nothing I love more than making the ppl who read my own fics suffer emotionally so congrats to you!

I love how you write everyone in the story, they are so incredibly flawed and fucked up and human that it just makes me shed a tear. Thats why MC frustrates the HELL out of me, even though I adore her. Her flaws make my ass itch but all i want for her is to heal and be happy in the end (same with the others! I be wanting to punch the shit outta them sometimes 😭)

ESPECIALLY Hongjoong cause my guy is just unhinged but i love his character the most honestly because unhinged is hot to me. Im still kicking my feet and twirling my hair lmao

The relationships are so real and just... messy. Messy messy in the best way. But i just have to cheer them all on.

That chapter when mc and yeosang banged I was quite literally going bonkers like HELLO?????????????? I didnt expect that but now i want more of it cause their dynamic (especially when it comes to wooyoung) is so juicy

MC is such a tragic character and I feel for her the most. I love how we started off thinking Jisung was this great person but turns out that hes a fucking lunatic. You, Caly literally manipulated us into thinking so, like how Jisung manipulated MC and idk if that was intentional or not but it was brilliant. And Hyunwoo turning out to be like *that* was a punch in the gut. MC being betrayed by the ppl she cared for so much makes her question everything on the crew, especially Hongjoong and that's why I cant be too frustrated with her lol

I dont want this ask to be so long cause i can go in about every little detail 😭 but youve dont such an amazing job. The world building is beautiful, and i dont rly read a lot of scifi like fictions set in space, but when i first got into ateez the first thing i thought of were pirates / space pirates and i even started my own fic with that premise bc i cant help myself but be self indulgent trash so 🤷🏼‍♀️ but thats beside the point

I cant wait to read more of this masterpiece and see how things go. I want everyone to be happy cause you are putting them through the fucking ringer 😭😭😭 please go easy on them I cant take more of this 😭😭😭😭

hehe emotional whiplash is my specialty!!! i too am very much damaged after writing moc. and the damage will continue. for the good of the plot!!!

i'm so touched you think so, i really love evoking emotion out of the reader in my works and i'm glad that im effective in doing so <3 one of my goals from the start of writing moc was to create an mc who isn't always likable or enjoyable to read bc i find those sorts of stories unrealistic and sometimes boring, because even tho the setting is very much not real, having characters who do feel real has always been huge to me! i love creating characters who have peaks and valleys, who grow and stumble along the way, and to really show a journey of growth!! hongjoong is just. pure insanity at its finest LOL he's gonna take a lot to fix but we'll see!

i honestly had way too much fun writing that chapter too, i love love looooooove a good hatefuck and it was just too tempting to NOT do >.<

it was fully intentional to sort of bring the readers in on the manipulation yes hehe! i like playing my cards very close to my chest and not giving anything away until the absolute last second i can!!! i think you hit on something lots of people who want her to just give into hongjoong forget - she's experienced so much betrayal from the people she trusted most and that does really stick in the brain and cause lasting trauma, and our poor mc is deeply traumatized by many things that have happened to her! it only makes sense for her to be retaliating and distrustful of those around her in these circumstances!!

thank you so much for enjoying everything so far and for all the lovely compliments they really mean so much to me i cherish them a lot 🥹🥹❤️❤️

[papirouge]

Whenever I see people talking about how some countries are in decline due to low natality, and then search their politics on issues like abortion I actually hope that these countries do stop existing and that ones that do value life end up being created. Also reading about Japan's past w this was gut churning

Yeah since I do understand japanese I sometimes browse their forum/SNS and it's insane the amount of women saying a child is just too expensive to have one. Japan's population is declining and aging like crazy and the dim newer generation has to bear the weight of this aging population. Many people complain their country is ruled by oldheads who are out of touch with reality. IDK if you followed up the fiasco of the Tokyo Olympics and how the Olympics bureau screwed up the initial (and quite promising) ceremony plan for a much more austere and boring ceremony (sure C0vîd changed their plans, but what was the point to straight up cancel the entertainers presence when they could simply reduce the scale/budget of their performence?).

Shit happening in Japan is very distopic and wicked and the only ppl hyping this country are racialist rightoids raving about muh crimeless ethnostate wet dream and weebs who think Japan is like anime and want to live there as rootless plants living their Yamato Japan dream à la PewDiePie who's finally settled there....only to hang out with White gaijin 💀 lmao But beside these idiots, hardly anyone wants to live through such a demographic nightmare.

I've always said Japanese entertainment culture being so rich was a cope of an IRL lifestyle that was bleak and unfulfilling. And now this whole anime/manga culture has made its way here bc the Western world is undergoing the same societal collapse that Japan did a few decades before (social isolation, gaming, parasocial relationships becoming the norm over social ones, etc.).

People with fulfilling life don't watch anime/do gaming for hours once they get home or dress up as fictional characters half their age.. (especially when 99% of these shows are stupid and intellectually regressive). This self indulgence is why many adults today behave like children and become degenerates. I got so much shit for saying that, but an anime fan over 25 years old has something wrong with them. Casual watching is ok but being obsessive with that culture is mental deficiency in action.

And yes, Japan History esp during WWII is sketchy but they have this sort of revisionism where they act like nothing much happened. It's highkey creepy to see the amount of japanese words coming straight from German (アルバイト, ワッペン etc. ) when you know the context of how this happened... 🥴 and let's not talk about the weird SS uniform memorabilia in Visual Kei They've become the submissive USA lackey post war though so I guess they made a deal to not get much trouble for that👀. I had a Chinese friend of mine who despised Japan and I think that's also the case of Koreans. Those countries mutually hate each other since centuries now anyway. Not surprised to see Westerners aligning themselves with Japan when Japan has the same history of colonialism and cultural & racial supremacism. Imperialists countries have this weird fellowship around the evilness they did lol

Even when browsing on japanese SNS I'm shocked by the casual racism of Japanese netizens especially against continental Asians. They had a field day during c0vîd dragging the Chinese, and whenever a public figure gets in trouble they happen to get suspicious about some supposed foreign ancestry ("this person always looked kinda foreign..."). Japanese netizens HATE Kiko Mizuhara because she doesn't have japanese blood (she's half Korean half USAmerican) yet immigrated in Japan with her (Korean) mom while still a baby and has become one of the most successful supermodel in Japan and oversea, but it doesn't stop them from calling her a foreigner and telling how she can't properly pull off the kimono cause she's not a pure japanese breed this kuso Zainichi imposter ùwú. I even saw one send shots at Kana Oya because she's half Japanese half Brazilian and call her a "poor Brazilian" (poor as in "no money" since Brazil is indeed a poor country but how does any of that relates to Kana personally..?). They have this weird obsession to use someone foreignness/mixedness as a diss. Interestingly, I hardly see them having the same energy against half White entertainers¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ (as long as they're not half Chinese or Korean ofc lol)

[sseanettles]

I would love to hear more about "coexist" (I don't think my phone will do all those symbols lol) and/or "a girl named john"!

thaaanks @zzoomacroom

heeehehehEHEEE ☪☮𝔼✡⚧☯✝ (or: coexist) is absolutely NOTHING deep whatsoever, I took the title from deadpool & wolverine's honda odyssey sex-fight scene. it's a venom fic that's just gonna be pure, self-indulgent symbrock. I am writing this for me and my fellow kinky ace monsterfuckers XD

As for A Girl Named John! That is a near and dear project to my heart and a COMPLETE tonal pivot lmao like to the point where I should probably put it is its own post because tumblr is as An Environment about these things adkfjghad

Ask about my WIPs!

[bread-squid-uwu]

Hi so I’m the name anon and I just wanted to say that. Yeah of course that doesn’t apply to the Racism that is KC and Nekoette, but also. I wasn’t sending that confession as a writer. As a writer, yeah I understand changing names. Aphmau is weird and Minecraft roleplays are cringe change things to be socially acceptable and Garroth shouldn’t be running around with his real name etc etc. I see all those things and reasons, but I sent the confession as a reader.

And as a reader I find harsh name changes disorienting and that they can make a fic difficult to read, especially with something like MCD where these characters can have little to nothing that makes them truky distinct beyond hair/eye color, a major detail, and their name. And you can really see that in the vastly different ways people view a character. All that paired with one of the things that makes fics pretty cool, not needing to build things up and explain who the characters are or what they look like, lends itself pretty badly to a name change because it leads to me trying to figure out who this character actually is instead of really reading the fic

But at the end of the day, it’s just my opinion and I knew it wouldn’t be wholly agreed with, and that’s why I sent it to a confessions blog

Abd also, I do personalize my experience, however in a fandom this small personalizing your experience comes at the steep cost of even being able to have an experience at all. And I don’t ship Garrance so I’m pretty dead in the water fic wise already lmao, so I do my best to keep my options open and the fact that is a real dealbreaker really does just show how disorienting I think it is.

Anyway, I sent this to you because I feel like you missed my point and I hate my point being missed. I wasn’t a writer saying “Under no circumstances should names ever be changed there is no reason” I was a reader saying, no matter the bountiful valid reasons that can be as small as I wanted to, I find name changes in fics extremely disorienting and hard to read

Oh anon no no I completely understood you lmao, I was just chiming in with a viewpoint from someone who did change a few characters names - not responding negatively or bashing on the confession or opinion.

I do completely understand, and even agree with you entirely. Which is why I keep my own name swaps similar to canon, for example Nekoette became Niko, and of course our main girl Aphmau became Aphrodite - still "Aph"

I get it, and I've actually put down a few fics for confusing changes and non direct descriptions of things, because I have some processing issues and get lost. It is disorienting, which is why curating experiences with what you enjoy is important not only for us as readers, but also so writers don't feel upset or pressured to change their craft based on said feedback.

Not saying that's an outcome of your confession ask, but it's a fair point to keep in mind eh? You brought up an opinion and now in this ask you bring up amazing points and very very true statements!! Like?? Honestly anon I actually think you're super cool and wish you the best with finding aphblr content that suits what you're interested in 🩵

Truly I wasn't saying anything in response to how you feel about it anon. My intent was only to explain my own changes for my own readers, the few of them lol, - and also to, again, bring up the absolute weirdness that Jess created with KC and her daughter because really i'll never be over "kawaii~chan" being called for CLASS ATTENDANCE IN PDH BRO.. like it's her full and LEGAL NAME that destroys me lmfao

This fandom is tiny, and it is hard to find specific things around here, but hey! If you can't find what you like, there's always the option to create things for pure self indulgence right? Nothing works better than creating for yourself, its why I have this blog actually!! Lack of danvis content made me start creating some out of playful spite :D

Idk if my response to this is good, I'm running on no sleep and limited brain power lmao, this reply got rambled into and definitely incoherent but meh 🩵

[nectar-cellar]

Reminiscing about The Sims

Share how you discovered the Sims franchise & the very first sims game you played (e.g ts2). 

Thank you for tagging me @nocturnalazure !

Long, meandering post ahead 😂

Have some spicy pictures of Amir to make up for it. He’s thinking. It’s on theme.

@thesimperiuscurse you are responsible for pic 1 btw

The very first Sims game I ever played was The Sims 3, on the Xbox 360 console, when I was a teenager. Back then, TS3 was one of the bigger and newer EA games of the time, and it was everywhere. I spent hours in front of the TV, playing my households with no CC or DLC, wrapped up in my own imagination, no consideration for picture-taking, nothing! Just pure self-indulgent fun. I wasn’t a PC gamer and I had no idea CC or Simblr even existed. It was a much simpler time.

I think it was around the final year of high school when I first stumbled across sims CC somewhere on the internet. (Someone had posted screenshots of their very attractive male sim, that I do remember. Explains a lot doesn’t it?) I can’t remember the exact time. It might have been on my personal Tumblr account (all my friends had one and we thought we were so cool) or even Google Images lmao. My mind was blown. I never knew you could make hot sims. I immediately bought a Sims 3 CD and installed it on my Dad’s laptop. The PC version of TS3 was so much better. That was also when I started a Simblr, to follow others and share my own pics... this very same one!

After I discovered CC and Simblr, I never played the game the same way ever again. My interest shifted to character creation and ~fashion~ I guess. The endless amount of simspiration and CC spoiled me and ruined my appreciation for the game in its untouched form. I wanted my sims, my builds, my pictures, everything to look perfect, and I was never satisfied. I viewed my game and my content through other people’s eyes, not my own.

I remember being so in awe of everyone else on here. At the time, I only had the base game, I didn’t know how to torrent anything, my Dad’s laptop could barely run the game, I didn’t have money to buy dlc, and I had no idea how to make any kind of CC other than the simplest graphic edits. All I really did was make sims and pose them for photoshoots. Obsessively downloaded a shit ton of other people’s CC. Wrote a little bit here and there. Played my household once in a blue moon. Everyone else, with their cliques and fun legacies and bachelorette challenges and CC creations and intricate builds and amazing editing, seemed so much cooler than me. There were so many different websites and forums and blogs. The TS3 player base was huge. I was amazed by all of it. I couldn’t believe we were all playing the same game. I couldn’t believe people were so creative and talented. It was an odd mixture of admiration, envy, and feeling like an outsider compared to the “big” Simblrs of the time.

I made some simple cc here and there to contribute to the community, but I didn’t know what I was doing and I didn’t take it seriously. I wanted to create better things but it all seemed so complicated, and I didn’t think I was smart enough to learn.

Then, I went off to university. Away from my Dad’s laptop, I lost interest in the game, and became preoccupied with other life things and other console games. I wasn’t really around for the release of The Sims 4. I was busy, and it just didn’t have the same magic. For a few years, I didn’t even log into this Tumblr account. I didn’t pick up TS3 again until right before the pandemic happened, on a nostalgic whim. 

When I first started posting again in 2019/2020, I didn’t expect much. A lot of my previous Simblr mutuals/friends were no longer here. Every post on my dashboard was about TS4. Most of my followers from years ago were no longer active. There were only a few familiar faces left. It was lonely, coming back here only to see how everyone had moved on, and I was nobody. But still, the game was just as fun as I remembered it, with years’ worth of new CC to check out, so I kept playing and posting and catching up on all I had missed, and slowly I started finding community again.

Now that I’m a bit older, I find myself appreciating the game a lot more, in ways I couldn’t before. The beautiful scenery. The open world. The Create-a-Style tool. The maxis-match aesthetic. The humor. The dated yet charming look of the clothes and the townies and the worlds. The time in my life when the game was still new.

I also feel like it’s easier and less stressful to participate in the community now that I have a little bit more maturity than when I was 18. It feels freer and more fun. When I read posts by simmers talking about how they feel like their content is not good enough, or comparing themselves to others, I feel sad. I used to feel the same way. But being “good” at Simblr/social media, and having fun with the game (in whichever way you define fun), are two very different things. I hope that makes sense. It took me some time to learn how to not let comparison steal my joy, and give myself permission to just do what I wanted to do, regardless of whether other people might like it or not. When I look back on my older posts, I feel like I’ve grown so much, both as a simmer and a person.

Well, maybe I haven’t changed that much. I still love my hot pixel men.

I’m so glad I came back to Simblr. My simming hobby has turned into a much bigger thing than I ever thought it would. I mean, I learned how to make CC that other people like? I’ve made so many new connections? My sims have become OCs I’m attached to? I see the TS3 community being revived again as EA drives TS4 into the ground more and more each day? Who would’ve guessed 😆 

I love this game, I love the creativity it inspires in me, and I love the wonderful people that make up this little corner of the internet. ✨💛

[bratkook]

tear you apart. kth (m)

I want to hold you close, soft breasts, beating heart, as I whisper in your ear, ‘I wanna fucking tear you apart.’

second part . third part.

pairing: demon!tae x reader genre: smut, pwp, light horror(?)/paranormal, incubus!tae word count: 13.2k warnings: playing with ouija boards, summoning demons, (jungkook is a buzzfeed unsolved nerd), taehyung is an incubus soooo there's wet dreams lmao, cunnilingus, pussy slapping, use of vibrator, masturbation (f), voyeurism, multiple orgasms, spanking, tiny pain kink, spit kink (bc who would i be without putting that in there), cum sharing, hair pulling, tae has a monster demon dick ur welcome, rough sex, stomach bulging, its v messy author’s note: thank you to @dewykth​ for reading this through and approving the filth 😈 & @periminkle​​ for sprinting with me and giving me the motivation to word vomit over half of this in a few hours lmaooo ❣️ this idea came to me at 3am and i swore it would be 5k but before i knew it...it manifested into this so im sorry but also you’re welcome (this is purely self indulgent but theres a plot if you squint)🤠 ps my knowledge of incubus lies in the three pages i read from this demon encyclopedia i just so happen to have so if you’re like a demon expert pls don't stone me..

let me know what you think please i love feedback 🖤

The soft glow from the moon illuminates the sight before you, standing on the overgrown pathway that leads to the abandoned two story complex, boarded up tightly to prevent people like you and your friends from entering. That wouldn’t deter Jungkook, no he was determined to get inside to do what he had called you all over to do.

So as he continues to jam his shoulder against the flimsy boards, his smile only growing as he starts to feel it bend under his weight, the rest of you merely observe your slightly unhinged friend. Yoongi is standing beside you, holding all of the items Jungkook had thrusted into his arms before attempting to use his whole body as a makeshift battering ram.

A brand new Ouija board box was the main thing he was holding, a few strange books on top that you hadn’t bothered to even analyze, along with a seemingly endless collection of thick white candles.

“Jungkook just give it up,” you sigh, your arms crossed in front of you as you turn your head to peer back at the desolate street, the half working street lights only adding to the eerie feeling. This was all starting to seem like a low budget horror film, all that was missing was a random killer with a machete standing in the overgrown bushes a few feet away. That would surely spice up the night.

“No,” he grunts, stepping back a few more feet before taking off once more. The boards finally crack under his weight, busting open and making him tumble through the splintered wood and land on the floor with a nasty thud.

He springs back up like nothing had happened, his black hair messed up but the proud smile of his makes all of you crack and laugh at how wild he looks. “C’mon.”

Yoongi sighs as he hands him one of the candles, letting him light it up to lead the way inside the dark building, all of you forming a line with you and Lisa in the middle while Jungkook and Yoongi sandwiched you in.

“Have you been watching Buzzfeed Unsolved?” Yoongi snorts as Jungkook continues to lead the way, navigating through the dusty interior with confidence.

“Yes,” he scoffs, “but that’s besides the point.” Jungkook had always had a fascination with all things paranormal, so what if he binged watched Buzzfeed Unsolved at three in the morning and had become fixated with it, he would still be dragging you all out here at the witching hour regardless.

There were too many conspiracy theories on why this apartment complex was abandoned, mentions of poltergeists that enjoyed frightening the guests, talks of an exorcism with no evidence to back it up, it was all harmless rumors that couldn’t be stopped. Considering it used to be one of the most sought after buildings to live in during its prime it was inevitable that people had begun to gossip as it became harder to keep tenants for more than a few months.

The tipping point had been when one of the last remaining long term tenants was taken away, fully restrained in a state of delirium as she continued to shout about that thing that was haunting her dreams. That had really solidified the whole haunted house rumor.

Jungkook wasn’t gonna tell you that's why he had gathered you all here today, no he was gonna continue on as if he just wanted to talk to some friendly ghosts. None of you knew that there had only been one recorded death on the premise, therefore there would most likely be no ghosts to talk to, blissfully unaware that Jungkook was on a mission to uncover what that thing was.

He had done his research in forms of occult books and random google searches so he felt pretty well versed, confident in thinking that what he was on the hunt for was a demon. What kind of demon? Well he hadn’t gotten that far ahead, but he figured all of you could handle it.

“So why are we here at nearly 3 in the morning?” Lisa grumbles, stumbling over a crack on the tiled floor, needing to keep both her hands clasped onto Jungkook’s shoulder to remain steady in her heeled boots.

Jungkook holds the candle a foot in front of him, the orange flame flickering as his breath hits it, barely illuminating the way but Jungkook had studied enough photos of the complex online and knew the way to get to the room he was searching for.

“Just wanna know if we can become friends with Casper.” he jokes, turning the corner and walking up the stairs towards the second floor.

Your fingers hold onto Lisa’s shirt as you try your best not to misstep and tumble down the stairs, you could humor your friend on his quest to befriend spirits but you were not going to wind up at the hospital with a broken leg because of it.

“What if whatever we find isn’t friendly?” It’s Yoongi who speaks up now, a teasing lift to his tone as he says it. Much like you, he was a nonbeliever of anything paranormal, he watched too many horror films to let something like this spook him. If ghosts were real, there was no way Jungkook possessed enough knowledge to be able to talk to anything spiritual.

Jungkook pretends he doesn’t hear Yoongi’s remark, the small fear that tingles up his spine remaining as he finally steps onto the second floor. He knew if his assumption was correct there was a really big chance that whatever you could encounter wouldn’t be friendly.

When he reaches room 204 he takes a moment to try to calm himself down, his eyes focused on the gold digits tacked onto the door. He can see his warped reflection staring back at him through the glow of the candle, his wide eyes showing his fear and he’s thankful none of you bare witness to it.

“Is this it?” Stepping out of line and approaching him, you’re slowly losing your patience as he stands there like a statue. Jungkook unfreezes when your hand grasps the door knob, slowly turning it until the lock clicks, the sound breaking the silence in the abandoned building.

“Yeah,” he breathes out, focused on the way you push the red door open, needing to apply force due to the rusted hinges, his hand having to reach out to stabilize you when the door finally bursts open. Jungkook doesn’t know why he expects to see the room torn to shreds, cryptic messages written on the walls in blood or something of the sort, but instead he’s met with a normal looking apartment.

The curtains are pulled apart, allowing the room to be lit up by the moon, the weak candle being lowered down as you walk in first. The apartment looks normal, being left exactly the way it was when the tenant was taken away, covered in a fine layer of dust and cobwebs. It has an unsettling feeling growing in the pit of your stomach, it was rare when things made you feel uneasy but something about the way the place looked absolutely untouched had you thinking there was more Jungkook wasn’t telling you.

“Why are we in here?” Yoongi wonders as he steps in after you, having to yank Lisa in behind him since her feet were glued to the floor in the hallway. It was truly a mystery why she had agreed to come, being the resident scaredy cat of the group, she blamed it on her fear of missing out. If she had woken up tomorrow with the group chat blowing up about Jungkook being possessed and she had missed it she would be absolutely livid.

Jungkook sets the still burning candle down on the dusty countertop, grabbing more of the candles out of Yoongi’s hands and beginning to light them all up as well. He continues to roam the room, walking cautiously across the living room and pausing in front of the cracked door that leads to the bedroom. The words the tenant had said rung through his head, shouts about something haunting her dreams. Whatever he was in search of should be in this room.

“I’ve just read some stuff about this room specifically.” It's the only answer he gives, not being able to see the odd glances you and Yoongi give each other as he presses his palm against the white door, slowly pushing it open to reveal the bedroom. He audibly gasps as he sees the stark contrast from the put together living room, the way the mattress is removed from the bed frame and pushed up against the wall, the sheets thrown about in a haphazard way, splinters of wood lay in pieces from the bed frame that looked like someone had attempted to destroy.

He eyes the room curiously, the carpet creaking under his weight as his boots step further into the room. Jungkook nearly jumps a foot in the air when he feels your hand touch his arm, a shriek filling the silence, “Don’t do that!”

“Sorry,” you laugh as you step around him, walking into the room without the fear Jungkook had. “Oh wow, what the hell happened here?”

Your first thought is that someone had tried to ransack the place after it had been vacated but when you step into the ensuite your confusion grows. The moonlight doesn’t reach the room as well so you motion for Jungkook to hand you the candle, instead he walks beside you, extending his hand into the room to give you a better view.

The bathtub is full of scraps of herbs caked onto the porcelain, whatever water they had been steeping in now long gone, only an earthy smell remaining. Jungkook gulps as he sees it all, moreso when he spots the smudge stick perched onto the bathroom sink, he knew exactly what this was.

“Fuck.” It comes out as a whisper but it catches your attention, turning towards him with your brows raised. What was he hiding?

“Okay, can we go?” Lisa calls out from her spot in the kitchen, refusing to move deeper into the house. She presses her hands against the counter, grimacing when she feels the dust coat her fingers, choosing to get closer to Yoongi instead.

“No, come over here. We have to do it in here, bring the candles I left out there.” Jungkook announces, stepping back from the bathroom, shutting the door for good measure and facing the room again. You cross your arms as you stare at him, seeing how he clears the floor, throwing the sheets into the corner to give you all an open space to set up.

Yoongi grumbles as he grabs two of the candles and sets them on top of the board, motioning for Lisa to grab the remaining two before walking towards the bedroom as well. “Okay, where do you want it all?”

Jungkook meets him at the doorway, grabbing the candles and setting them onto the floor in a circle. It was admittedly a safety hazard but considering you had already trespassed, how much worse could arson be.

“Gimme the box.” He reaches his hand out and Yoongi passes it over, still looking displeased that he was called over to do this when he’d much rather being doing anything else. Jungkook ignores his face, lifting the lid to the box, pulling out the ouija and setting the cardboard material onto the center of the circle.

Lisa whines slightly when she spots it, stepping further into the room in fear that something would creep up behind her in the hallway. You reach your arm out for her, letting her weave her fingers between yours to provide her with some sense of comfort.

“Okay, everyone gather around.” When you all stay rooted in your spots he huffs and gives you a pleading look. “Please.”

With a sigh you’re stepping closer, crouching down onto the floor and crossing your legs in front of you as Lisa sits on your left, Yoongi hunkering down on your right with Jungkook directly in front of you.

Jungkook looks nervous, the bouncing orange flames only making his expression more obvious as he eyes the brown board. He knew he couldn’t summon a demon through a Ouija board, it didn’t work that way, but he also knew if he told you that he had to actually summon a demon all of you would nope the hell away from here.

“I have to do something first.” You all turn to him, seeing the way his hands reach into the pocket of his pants to pull out a folded piece of paper. Written on it was the first summoning spell he had stumbled on in his search, not entirely sure exactly what sort of demon it would summon but his logic was that if there was a demon already latched onto something here then it would simply pop out to say hello.

His shaky hands carefully unfold the paper, eyeing his writing in black ink as he holds it in front of him. With a small clear to his throat he speaks, “Please receive this offering, I give truthfully and willingly.”

Yoongi makes a face at his words, this didn’t seem like the route he expected to take, he thought all you had to do was place your hands on the planchette to start but now there's talks of an offering?

As he brings the letter down, hovering above the flame of the candle the corner of it catches fire. “May the light of this candle burn brightly and guide them to me.”

You watch as the flames grow in size, nearly engulfing the entire paper and lighting all of your faces up a bright orange. It’s not until the heat reaches Jungkook’s fingers and he winces that Yoongi leans over to yank it from his hands, wasting no time in stomping it out before it could burn all the way. The half burnt paper rests on the carpet and Jungkook lets out a scream in protest at his failed attempt.

“No, why did you do that?”

“Look, the sprinklers in this building don’t work anymore, if you light this place up we’re all gonna burn with it.” Yoongi sits back down, grabbing the burnt sheet and holding it up, the bottom half crumbling away into a pile of ash and soot. “Just play with the damn board.”

Jungkook looks defeated as he sits there and you take pity on him, so you reach across and snatch the paper from Yoongi’s hands, holding it above the fire once more and repeating Jungkook’s words as the flame catches a second time. When the heat reaches your fingertips you let the sheet go, the final piece of the paper burning as the flame goes out, leaving a cloud of smoke in its wake.

“There, now can we just play with the board so we can call it a night?” you wonder, giving Jungkook an expectant look as he sits there. To be honest, he wasn’t sure what the hell was gonna happen now, considering his first attempt was ruined he wasn’t sure you continuing it would do anything so he just shrugs, accepting the fact that you would have to settle with speaking to the spirit of whatever old lady had passed away in this complex.

“Fine,” he grumbles with a pout, reaching for the planchette and placing it on the center of the board. All of you gather your hands in the middle, allowing Jungkook to guide the entire thing for the following thirty minutes.

By now it's well past three in the morning and absolutely nothing had happened. It didn’t matter what questions Jungkook asked, the planchette remained stuck in the same spot. You were secretly hoping someone would just move it to take Jungkook out of his misery but to no avail.

“This is bullshit.” Yoongi speaks up, removing his hands from the board and sitting back. Jungkook glares at him from his spot, the flickering glow illuminating his annoyed expression.

“Fine, you ask it something then.” He pushes the planchette towards him with a huff and the older boy rolls his eyes, completely over this whole ordeal.

None of you knew that whatever summoning spell Jungkook had done had in fact worked, the demon of choice now lurking in the shadows, not entirely sure who to latch on to since the wires had become crossed during the ritual. So he chose to wait, eyeing the way you all huddled together around the board, easily being able to spot who was scared and who couldn’t care less.

“Alright, maybe they don’t wanna talk.” Yoongi laughs at his own comment before clearing his throat and looking at all of you staring at him intently, his own eyes looking towards the flickering candles with a smirk. “If there’s something in here with us, why don’t you blow out all the candles we have lit up.”

His voice echoes in the quiet room, the moonlight filtering through the window only aiding in making it all feel more eerie. It didn’t matter if you didn’t believe in any of this, the current visual was too similar to a horror movie you loved to binge watch, and this was typically the part where someone gets possessed.

The demon is intrigued now, not usually one drawn to Ouija boards or in favor of being told what to do, but it had been a while since he had been summoned, his last human being the previous tenant of this room. But alas, she had attempted to ward him away with protection spells even after she had been the one to call him over, and once she got taken away it just wasn’t worth his time.

He had never expected to be summoned again to this exact spot and as he eyes your group, carefully analyzing everyone he feels a pull towards you. The way you’re sat there still calm and collected matched the boy beside you but it isn’t until you speak that he remembers the call of your name as you finished the ritual, the slight tug in your direction has the spark of excitement growing inside of him.

“Yoongi just ask the board a question.”

Your voice serves as a bell for the demon, his eyes sparkling with mischief. You had been the one to call him over.

The tug of a smirk pulls at his face as he approaches your huddle, his form not yet materialized and allowing him to move unseen.

“You see, I told you this was bullshit.” Just as the words leave Yoongi’s mouth the demon flicks his wrist and a gust of wind blows through the still room, the flames flickering violently before being extinguished, engulfing you in near darkness once more.

Lisa is the first to react, letting out a shriek of surprise as she tries to look through the light filtering in from the dusty windows. With her sudden panic Jungkook is quick to pull out the lighter from his pants, flicking it on and lighting up the candles once again with shaky hands. Buzzfeed Unsolved had not prepared him for this.

The cocky smile is now wiped off from Yoongi’s face, his eyes glued to the forgotten Ouija board, widening in size as he sees the black planchette glide across the board with no one touching it. It stutters and skips as it moves from the spot Jungkook had pushed it into, the scraping filling up the room and grabbing your attention.

Your brows pinch on your forehead as your heart drops, not being able to believe what you were seeing, hoping it was a trick of your eyes due to the flickering light but there’s no denying what was happening.

“What the fuck.” Lisa whispers out in disbelief, desperately wanting to get up and bolt for the exit but being far too scared to move a muscle.

As the planchette reaches the word hello it stops fully, instantly followed by another shriek from Jungkook this time. The second his scream pierces the air, the candles get blown out a second time, the rush of air stronger than the first as it billows around you, the force blowing up your hair and the dust sprinkled on the floor.

Everyone breaks out into a coughing fit, trying to wave the dust out of your faces as you try to catch your breath, Lisa pounding onto her chest beside you as Jungkook tries his best to flick on the lighter. It sparks a few times but fails to fully light up, the short flash of light allowing you to see what you think is a face in front of you.

You blink hard to try to clear your vision but each time Jungkook flicks on the lighter your eyes widen, seeing flashes of scarlet eyes staring back at you from the edge of the circle, getting closer with a curious tilt of their head as they realize you’re beginning to see him, whatever he is.

A small gasp leaves your mouth as you feel the cold trail of something up your arm, hovering over your shoulder and around your neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake and it makes a shiver course through you. It’s not until he leans forward and a small whisper of something you can’t make out reaches your ears that you scramble to get up, nearly knocking over the candles in your haste.

“Can we please leave?” Your voice trembles as you plead for your friends to agree with you, hoping anyone else has seen what you saw but they don’t seem as fazed. Once you stand, Jungkook's lighter comes to life, and you visibly relax when you no longer see the red eyes staring at you, chalking it up to your overactive imagination.

Considering you’re never one to be frightened easily Jungkook nods, lighting a single candle before standing up from his spot on the floor.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

“Wait, don’t we have to like, say goodbye and close the portal or whatever?” Lisa panics, her eyes bouncing to all of you and hoping someone that isn’t her can do it.

“Fuck no, I’m not touching that shit again.” Yoongi speaks up, standing up as well and stepping a good feet away from the damn board.

“Ouija boards don’t open portals.” Jungkook slowly whispers, knowing fully well that what had happened hadn’t been from a poltergeist, saying goodbye wouldn’t get rid of whatever he was responsible for. “Just leave it, c’mon.”

None of you have to be told twice, hastily making your way out of the bedroom and racing down the stairs blindly it's a miracle no one slips. But even as you exit the building, gathered on the sidewalk and staring at the window of the room you were just in, you can’t help but still feel the lingering touch of something on your neck.

“Wow you look like death.” Yoongi comments with a grin, setting his stuff down into the booth before sliding in across from you.

“Thanks, I feel like it.” Despite falling asleep at a decent time and getting your eight hours you woke up feeling absolutely drained. Short tidbits of your dreams play in your mind, random flashes of those piercing red eyes you swore you saw at the complex last week, soft words murmured into your ear that left you waking up feeling disoriented and exhausted.

“Well grab another coffee because we gotta cram.” Yoongi orders, pulling out his textbooks from his bag and spreading them out onto the table.

With a small sigh you call over the waiter once more to refill your empty cup, smiling gratefully as he tops it off, choosing to refrain from any cream and sugar.

“Is your sleep schedule shit from studying?”

“No, I just think my dreams have been a little too intense. My brain’s working on overdrive trying to make sense of it all so I wake up still tired.” You shrug it off as you open up your own textbook, sorting through your bag and pulling out a pink highlighter, hoping that your mind would mellow out in the following weeks in order for you not to bomb all your tests.

Whatever was happening had other plans, those same dreams sink their nails into you and make a home inside your brain, spreading out and becoming more detailed until it was impossible to write off.

It starts off similar to before, those red eyes becoming more defined along with the rest of his face, staring at you in the same curious way until he gains more confidence, allowing more of himself to be seen. Letting you catch a glimpse of the sharp trails of ink that line his neck adorned by a thick silver chain necklace, veins of black spreading onto his shoulder and down his chest until it peeks too far down his shirt for you to see.

You know it’s a dream but it seems too real, almost as if you’re awake on your bed and staring at his form perched beside you, that same tilt to his head as he wonders how to approach you. He wasn’t a shy demon by any means but he had to tread lightly, the last thing he needed was for you to do a cleanse before he even got a taste, and judging by the way his hunger was slowly growing inside of him there was no way he could allow that to happen.

It feels like there's a weight on your chest once you maintain eye contact, seeing how his wavy hair moves when he leans closer, his black tipped fingers leisurely trailing up your sheets and towards your lying form.

“Such a pretty little thing.” He murmurs as he inches even closer, the creak of your bed dipping in your mind has your sleeping form fidgeting in real life, feeling the phantom touch of his hand trailing up your covered thigh. The tips of his fingers are covered in similar sharp wisps of ink until it reaches his forearms, leaving you wondering just what else was marked in the same fashion.

“Who are you?” you breathe out, licking your lips and trying not to let your heart stutter when his eyebrows raise up at your voice, a smirk tugging at his lips when he senses the growing curiosity inside of you.

“You don’t remember me?” he smiles, showing his teeth, elongated pointed ends on his second incisors and canines that don’t strike fear inside you like he had assumed it would. You hadn’t seen him fully that night, the only familiar thing being his eyes. At your silence he sighs, “You can call me Taehyung.”

As his hands trail higher up your body, the cold making its way back over your neck in the similar way you had grown used to, that same phantom touch that had yet to leave you since that night, you wake up with a gasp. Bolting up on your bed with your heart beating erratically in your chest your hand presses against it, begging it to calm down as your eyes roam your dark room, expecting to see the same strange boy who had begun to haunt your dreams but you’re met with nothing.

Eyeing your sheets, your own hand comes to rest over your neck as you see the crinkle and dip in your bed in the same spot he had been sat in, your brows furrowing when you feel the change in temperature of your skin.

It made no sense to you outside of your dream but you knew there was some truth to it, some connection to the experience you had in that abandoned complex that tied in to your dreams.

There was now a tiny string connecting the two of you, becoming stronger as the dreams progressed, slowly taking your energy with them, the spoken conversations and teasing touches becoming more bold as the nights passed. Taehyung was amused at the way you’d speak to him with ease, not letting the ruby eyes and sharp teeth shy you away because in your mind this was just a dream, a dream with a boy that you had probably seen somewhere in passing and your brain had now morphed it into this.

“Do you think about me out there?” Taehyung asks, his cold hand once again pressing against your neck, his eyes shutting when he feels the pulsing beat through your jugular. He knows you do, knows how often he crosses your mind and the dirty images that accompany it because he was the reason for these thoughts, he could sense the growing arousal inside you with each of his visits. It was exactly why he did it.

When you nod your head his eyes look up at you, the moonlight in your room making them glimmer and your breath hitches as the red seems to glow more vibrantly.

“Tell me, what does the pretty little human think about?” The gravel in his voice has a whimper begging to come out, paired up with his thumb gently caressing your skin, the cold touch cooling down your slowly warming body, you wouldn’t be surprised if you once again woke up with your underwear sticky against your folds.

“Hm?” he pushes, hovering closer to you and smiling gently when he feels the small breath you let out. “Is it filthy?”

His smirk only grows when you once again nod, not being able to deny that your thoughts were far from pure when it came to him, leaving you stuck in a daydream trance of him defiling you. The thoughts were absolutely foreign, not sure what it was about him that had you thinking this way but it seemed like every time he popped into your mind your brain got sent into a flurry.

It had begun to interfere with your everyday life. Waking up sexually frustrated and having to play with yourself until you were satisfied had been enough in the beginning, but it had slowly become more. Taehyung had sneakily begun to invade your thoughts while you tried to study at school, creeping into your mind while you were clocked in at work, taking over before you even had a chance to sleep. It was as if you could no longer escape him.

“Tell me,” he begs, face inches from you, the tip of his nose brushing against yours with a teasing smile on his lips, the drag of his necklace against your skin making you shiver. “I wanna know what dirty thoughts the pretty human has.”

Your eyes flutter shut as his words weave inside your mind, even though this was still a dream you felt the tiniest tinge of embarrassment inside, not wanting to admit to the salacious thoughts you had of him but he eases them out of you. Slowly at first, admissions of wanting to feel more of his touch in other places beside your neck and your thighs over your blanket, how his timbre of a voice had you feeling weak every time he spoke, wanting to hear him tell you filthy things.

Before you know it your thoughts overflow and spill out, your filter long gone when his reaction isn’t to instantly laugh. Instead his eyes marvel at each confession, the points of his teeth being shown in a smile when you whisper out how often you’ve wondered just how good he could make you feel.

Taehyung can feel his hunger growing, nearly salivating at the thought of finally getting a taste of you, at finally getting his fix in doses larger than fleeting touches and whispered thoughts.

“All you have to do is ask.” He needs to hear you say it out loud before he lets his desire take over.

The heavy weight on your chest returns and spreads to the rest of your limbs, the words getting stuck in your throat from the intense look in his eyes, the red appearing almost brighter as he stares at you. All of the lewd day dreams swirl in your mind, looping endlessly, being the sole reason for your slowly slipping sanity. Maybe this would be enough to erase it all from your mind, all it would take for everything to go back to normal.

With a small inhale you nod, whispering the words he desperately wanted to hear, “Please make me feel good.”

Taehyung shuts his eyes at your plea, a low hum coming from the back of his throat, his body tingling with want but he knows he has to take it slow. As much as he’d love to give in to your every desire, fulfill every one of your filthy wishes, he can’t let you get a taste for it all at once. He couldn’t let the novelty of it wear off so soon, not able to let you ward him off like others before.

No, he needs to prolong this, continue to stitch himself into your mind until all you could think about was him, begging him to come back into your dreams for a small dose of ecstasy.

Just a taste.

“Whatever the pretty human wants.” He murmurs with a wicked smile, nudging his nose against you, his lips lingering above yours briefly before he pulls away just when you think he’ll kiss you.

Taehyung’s fingers grab onto your gray duvet, slowly peeling it off of your body, looking directly at you for any sign of you changing your mind but your eyes only sparkle with anticipation.

With the duvet pulled off it reveals the oversized shirt you use as pajamas, the graphic tee depicting an angel makes Taehyung snicker, the irony not lost on him as he thumbs the hem of it. When he sees how the shirt has hiked up your thighs, revealing your bare legs for him to enjoy, his tongue peeks out to wet his lips as he slowly shuffles down your body.

You watch on, holding your breath as the bed creaks with each of his movements. The dark strands of hair fall over his face, the subtle waves begging to be wrapped around your fingers, to be pulled on until your heart's content. It’s as if he can read your mind, just as he reaches your knees he looks up once more, a knowing smirk on his lips as he eyes your hands fidgeting by your sides.

“Touch me, don’t be shy.” As the words leave his mouth the weight magically lifts off your body, your limbs now free to move on their own accord, your hand going directly to his hair, the strands being just as soft as you imagined while you rake your fingers through it.

“What are you gonna do?”

He smiles now, his large palms roaming your thighs, finally touching your skin without the barrier of the blanket, the goosebumps flaring up at his cold touch making you gasp. “I’m gonna make your dreams come true.”

A small shaky breath reaches his ears just as his fingers catch onto the band of your underwear, toying with the elastic while you try to steady your racing heart. You had been fantasizing about this during your last class of the day, your eyes glazed over as your mind showed you flashes of Taehyung between your thighs, each flick of his tongue making your body spark in real life. It had left you hot and bothered the entire day so seeing him slowly lower himself to that exact position has wetness quickly dampening your underwear.

Taehyung spots it easily as he slowly tugs them down your thighs, the crotch of your panties coated in strings of your arousal, leaving your soaked folds looking like his dream meal. Tossing your pink underwear to the side, his eyes glued to your cunt with hunger evident on his face, his mind spinning at having you laid out before him like this, legs parting with a teasing look on your face.

As he inches closer to you, taking an exaggerated inhale of your scent and groaning, you catch the way the trails of ink on his neck move, the ends of them flicking around so subtly on his skin you swear it's another trick of your eyes.

You don’t have time to ponder over it, brushing it off as your dream running rampant, and when his plush lips press against your pussy everything else wipes from your brain, breath stuttering from the foreign touch. Taehyung nearly moans at the taste of you, his eyes rolling into the back of his head when he feels your fingers yank his hair as his tongue slithers between your folds with no warning, the warm appendage skillfully lapping up your arousal.

“Ah!” you cry out, your feet sliding along your bed at the sensation, hips jutting up slightly towards his face for more. It's like his tongue has a mind of its own, circling around your aching clit in a tantalizing motion that left you drunk with want, desperate to keep his face close.

Taehyung revels in the yanks to his scalp with each flick of his tongue, the push of your fingers pressing him against your mound as if he had any intent to back away. Each of your moans and cries fuel him, the tips of the inked trails on his body coming alive as he gets his fill, finally getting a proper taste of you.

His fingers hook around your thighs, inked tips digging into your flesh to hold you in place as he ravishes you, other hand spreading your lower lips apart, his ruby eyes pierce through you as he latches his lips around your clit and sucks. Your free hand is now clutching onto your shirt, tugging up the fabric to show his pretty face perfectly slotted between your legs, the visual leaving you in a daze. Each roll and suck against your bundle of nerves has you keening, your body set alight as you laid there and let him fulfill your wish.

“Oh god!” you rasp, head thrown back into your pillow as you tug his strands once more. A gasp fills the air, your thighs flinching when he pulls back and delivers a sharp smack onto your pussy, the tip of his fingers catching right on your clit, making a slow burn spread throughout you at the new sensation.

“None of that,” he chastises with a glint in his eyes, lips covered in the glossy sheen of your arousal and his spit, slowly turning into that same knowing smirk he wore when he notices the way your hips search for more, wanting to feel the sting of his palm once more.

The pretty human likes pain.

“Taehyung,” you whine, not caring how the slur in your voice exposes just how needy and desperate you are. The demon loves it, it had been so long since someone sung out his name like that, dripping in lust and desire, craving him, begging him to do as he pleased.

“Did you like that?” His eyes focus on your sodden folds for a moment before looking back at you, seeing your swollen lips pillow out as you bite down on them, a shy nod being sent his way.

“Maybe I can make you cum like this, wanna find out?”

You don’t even doubt it's possible, you’ve been so worked up all day that anything he did felt like heaven. “Please,” you whine, softly twirling one of his strands around your finger with a pout on your face.

Taehyung swallows as he feels the lust rolling off of you, his hands slowly rubbing the skin of your inner thighs, trailing it up your hips and around your stomach before reaching your mound once more. You watch with bated breath as his fingers press into your skin, his eyes looking up at you with a devious glint before he rears his hand back slightly and lands another smack against your clit.

Your reaction is immediate, your back arching off the bed as the sharp pain morphs into pleasure, a cry of his name making a low growl leave him when he repeats the motion. Each time his fingers connect with your sensitive bud in small smacks you quiver on the bed, your chest panting and limbs twitching as your desperation grows, the heat simmering inside of you.

You feel the way your cunt pulses as your release nears, the small jolt like sensation turning you into a blubbering mess but you need more, you need his mouth on you, having dreamt about it too much to allow yourself to cum without his tongue. “More,” you plead, your hands slowly leading him back to your swollen lips and he understands instantly.

“Close?” he questions, noticing your thighs trembling, muscles jumping as you wait for his next move. When you simply nod, he smiles back, revving his throat until a nice amount of spit accumulates behind his lips. You feel the coldness of his saliva in contrast to your warm skin as he spits onto your already messy folds, his eyes focusing on the way it drips between your slit, mixing in with your slick.

“Made you so messy.” he coos, letting the tip of his tongue trace the seam of your pussy before he digs back in, two of his fingers teasingly tracing around your entrance before slipping into your warmth and you mewl so beautifully at the new feeling.

Taehyung feels the pull between you, with every gasp and whimper of his name the fog in his head clears, his hunger being satiated as you fall apart at his ministrations. His own hips rock along your mattress, the added friction on his hard cock through his pants making him groan against you, the small vibrations on your clit causing you to push him even closer.

“Fuck, a-almost there.” You feel delirious, not entirely sure what's become of you, not being able to differentiate between real life and dreams. It doesn’t matter now, not when it feels this good.

Taehyung’s hands dig into your skin with more pressure as your moans raise in pitch, his fingers continuing to pump inside of you, stretching you open as his tongue expertly flicks against your clit. His grinding speeds up when he feels your walls begin to clamp down around him, sucking him in as your hips rut up, no longer caring about how needy you were behaving.

Pushing your inhibitions aside you let yourself get lost in the feeling, his warm tongue slithering between your folds, around your swollen clit, his long fingers continuing to stretch you open, the tips of them rubbing against the sweet patch inside, edging you closer to your release you can almost taste it. The pleasure spreads, like a warm glow filling your body until you’re nearly bursting at the seams, a steady suck against your clit being what finally tips you over.

“Tae-“ his name gets cut off with a lewd gasp, your body tensing up briefly as the orgasm you’ve been craving all day crashes over you. Your mind blanks for a moment from the satisfaction that comes with it, making you feel like you’re floating. The fingers weaved through his hair clench together and he relishes in the sting to his scalp, continuing to slurp against you, enjoying the way you whimper and twitch at being sent over the edge, the taste of you on his tongue being far too good to pull away.

The combination of his lips against you and your shuddering breaths fill the room, your fingers slowly loosening their hold as you come down, the energy you had just released being sent his way as you feel everything start to fade. Taehyung chooses now to pull away, tongue licking over his coated lips as he takes in your tired form, the tendrils of ink on his skin are darker than before, covering a larger expanse of his body due to his hunger being filled, but you’re too out of it to notice.

Your eyes struggle to remain open as your breathing calms down but you still manage to call for him. “Taehyung,” it’s barely a whisper but he crawls up your drained body regardless, his nose nudging against your throat with a smile, pressing gentle kisses to your skin to help lull you deeper into sleep once more.

“Don’t worry my pretty human, I’ll be back.”

Taehyung’s words stick with you, it’s bordering on three weeks since these dreams began and you’re on the brink of completely losing your sanity. Every single night since he uttered those words he had visited your dreams, the pleasantries of small talk and soft touches gone, barely alerting you of his presence before he was making you fall apart with choked moans.

It had been enough, finally settling the thoughts from invading your mind throughout the day but Taehyung knew what he was doing, he knew the small seed he had planted inside of you had dug its roots deep within you and soon enough that satisfaction of him making you cum faded faster than before.

You were back to waking up with your underwear wet against your folds, covered in remnants of the orgasm you had experienced in your sleep, forcing yourself to cum again despite the fatigue looming over you. The dreams had become exhausting, not allowing you to properly rest as your mind ran wild.

It was slowly beginning to irk you, how your filthy mind was no longer allowing you to catch a break. It made you feel like you had a problem, never being the type of person to have thoughts as lewd as the ones that were occurring every night, you were starting to become desperate to get ahead of them.

Which is why you were heading straight home after your last class of the day, it was barely 7:30 at night but you had a plan that would hopefully allow you to get one solid night of sleep in between the month you’d been deprived of.

You had successfully blown off Jungkook in favor of this plan, not caring how much he pleaded for you to hang out after you had told him about the dreams you’ve been having, ignoring the concerned look on his face because your mind had once again become occupied with flashes of the red eyed boy between your thighs.

The puzzle had fully connected, Jungkook now knew what had happened that night at the abandoned complex, having gone home and properly researched exactly what summoning spell the both of you had recited, the cherry on top being you confessing to the dreams that were haunting you. He had nearly collapsed when you mentioned a boy that had made a home in your dreams, remembering the tenant that yelled about the thing invading hers, but it was too late now and when you leave campus he knows he can’t say anything, can’t let you know that he’s to blame.

It’s not like you would listen anyways, you were too determined already, going as far as ordering a new toy to satisfy your growing needs. The minute you were sprawled along your bed, the cute pink vibrator with bunny ears nudged against your clit and two fingers pumping inside of you, all thoughts of your concerned friend left your mind.

Taehyung can only smile to himself as he watches on, constantly latched onto you, following you wherever you go without you knowing. He was currently tucked away in the shadows in the corner of your room, a smirk on his face when he sees the way your thighs tremble as you buck into your hand.

“Fuck,” you groan out, biting down on your saliva coated lip as the tip of the bunny ears tickle along your pussy. Already feeling the mess accumulating between your thighs from how long you’ve been playing with yourself, the slick coating your folds beginning to drip down onto your bedsheets, something Taehyung can easily see from his spot.

He knows you’re frustrated, he can tell by the way your muscles tense at the jolts of pleasure, your other hand turning up the intensity of the toy in your grasp, fingers paling from how tightly you gripped it. A needy moan rips through you as the head of the toy presses directly against your sensitive clit, buzzing around the engorged bundle of nerves, flowing through your whole body until your hips are rutting up eagerly in search of release.

Like clockwork your thoughts immediately go towards Taehyung, his sharp teeth and sinful tongue flooding your mind, completely unaware that he could see exactly what you were thinking. How could you not think of him, he’s all that's been occupying your life lately, succeeding in his quest of sinking his nails into you.

Feeling the phantom touches of his large hands gripping your thighs now, digging into your skin to keep you still as you moved around, his long fingers replacing yours as you add a third one. It’s like he was here in real life and when you look down between your thighs and see a flash of his face, his ruby eyes looking right at you while his tongue flicks against your pussy, it makes you shudder, a shaky whimper escaping you when you blink and he's gone once more.

“Taehyung,” you sigh, the call of his name makes him inch closer, seeing you throw your head back as your hunger only seems to grow. A literal cry of frustration gets caught in your throat as you feel your climax closing in, your eyes welling with tears at the end that seems impossible to reach. It didn’t matter how high you set your vibrator, it was like you were stuck dangling over the edge, not able to let the euphoric feeling you craved spill over, grinding against the toy urgently as a tear slipped past your lashes.

It’s not until you slip your fingers out, wiping at your face with the back of your palm, that Taehyung feels sympathy for you, finally lifting up the mental dam that stopped you from cumming. The small torture was well worth it, the pretty gasps he had grown so accustomed to hearing mixing in with the intense buzzing of your toy, an explicitly loud moan of his name that made his eyebrows raise in appreciation followed suit as you finally reached your climax.

The instant relief that flooded through you felt like bliss, your chest heaving as you attempted to catch your breath, the buzzing against your sodden folds sends tingles through your limbs as you squirm on your sheets, bordering on overstimulation. Taehyung’s cock throbs at the whimper you let out, watching in curiosity as you keep the vibrator pressed right against you even when the shocks of pleasure turn into pain.

It’s as if it’s not enough, your chest hiccuping as fresh tears spill over, helplessly rutting your hips against your hand for more. Broken whines flow past your gritted teeth, your hand coming up to rake through your hair, not being able to understand the intense lust clouding your mind and leaving you feeling so unsatisfied.

The coil inside you tightens once more, the familiar floating sensation taking over until you’re gasping again, forcing another orgasm out embarrassingly fast. Taehyung’s eyes practically sparkle when a gush of wetness escapes you, your legs flailing uselessly along your bed at the sting of pain that somehow riles you up further.

He was right, the pretty human really did like pain.

With tear stained cheeks you finally shut the toy off, limbs shaky as you toss it away from you and clamp your thighs shut, collapsing onto your back for a brief moment of peace that comes with your cleared mind. Shaky breaths fill the quiet room now, slowing down until your eyes shut slowly as the thrumming in your heart mellows out. Finally feeling like you’ve gotten an advantage, getting ahead of the curb and satisfying your desires before dream boy could pull you under, it’s that same sense of security that lulls you to sleep.

Taehyung isn’t cruel, allowing you to rest your mind despite wanting to devour you instantly, he knows the wait is well worth it. He chooses to creep in a few hours later, pulling you halfway out of your dreams so you’re more coherent, the cold touch of his fingers trailing up your bare thigh making your eyes flutter open.

A small groan spills out when you attempt to turn over, having flipped onto your stomach in your sleep you have to crane your head around to see Taehyung perched on your bed, his eyes glued to your exposed body.

When your thighs move his gaze lands on the damp spot still on your sheets, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Someone had fun.” His voice is teasing, the smile he gives you showcasing his sharp teeth, unraveling a new desire to have them nipping along your skin.

“Taehyung?” Your voice is groggy as you come to, a slight feeling of defeat settling inside of you when you realize despite getting ahead of your dreams he was still here visiting you.

“Can’t get enough of me huh?” He sighs when you turn around, focusing on your exposed tits for the first time, something he had yet to fully see due to the oversized shirts you opted to wear to bed. A trail of goosebumps flare on your skin as he traces a line up your side, running along your hips and waist, underneath the swell of your breast before sliding up until his hand rests along your neck like always.

“How are you doing this?” you whisper, leaning into his touch, hating how your mind turns into mush whenever you think about him. Even now with just a light touch from his hand you can feel the familiar want growing inside you.

“You really want to know?” His eyes flicker with mischief, the red sparkling, looking brighter alongside the black shadow rimmed around them. The curiosity inside of you has been piqued, gaze following the dark swirls of ink on his neck dipping beyond the loose neck of his black shirt.

With a small nod he’s leaning closer, dark waves ruffling as he tilts his head, thumb gently caressing your skin. “You know what I am, your dreams aren’t the first place you saw me at. Think pretty human.”

Taehyung can see your thoughts, how you try to rack your brain for a realistic setting you could have seen him in. There's nothing else that ties the two of you together and when you gasp in realization he simply grins.

“The complex,” you whisper, “t-the letter that we burned.” He looks proud at you making the connection, admiring the lack of fear in your eyes from having grown accustomed to having him visit you nightly. The realization that Jungkook had let you summon a demon is not lost on you, something you would definitely yell at him for later, but as you fully take him in he looks nothing like you thought a demon would.

Maybe it's because his face is too pretty, the curve of his lips inviting you in with an innocent smile. Or maybe it’s a biased opinion from having him unravel you night after night with his sinful tongue. Either way it only makes your curiosity grow further, wondering just what sort of demon he was if he was only visiting your dreams, intent on pleasuring you to fuel his own desires.

“I can do so much more for you.” he promises, his hand trailing up and cupping your cheek tenderly. The statement settles into your skin, making you shiver, wanting nothing more than that. “Need you to wake up though.”

His words coax you fully awake, your eyes blinking open, the vision of your dark room looking bleary as you rub your eyes and glance around. Taehyung is sitting in the same spot, the thick chain glimmering in the moonlight filtered through your window as he stares at you, finally allowing you to see him in real life. Looking at him now in person has you more mesmerized than your dreams, his skin looks flawless, the black waves that frame his face once again calling for your fingers.

When you reach out to touch him he inches closer, enjoying the way your hands softly trail up his arm and towards his neck in a similar fashion he always did, your thumb tracing the tendrils of ink on his throat.

“You’re real,” you marvel, blinking a few times to ensure he wouldn’t vanish like he normally did in the flashes that you’d see him in real life. When he remains exactly where he is it fills you with excitement, hoping his promises rung true.

“I am,” he murmurs, the bed creaking under his weight as he crawls his way closer to you. Taehyung can already sense the lust growing inside of you, being partially to blame for transferring his own emotions your way but there's no denying that you want this. He had unleashed a side of you that you’d never seen before, leaving you desperate until he slid back into your dreams to provide you with a sense of relief.

“You told me you could do more.” It’s a quiet statement, your shaky hands leading his face towards yours until your lips barely touch with each word you speak. Taehyung’s mouth waters, more so when you shamelessly part your legs, your free hand trailing down your torso until your fingers are lowered to trace your entrance, the effect he has on you making you drip onto your bed sheets again.

He’s done being patient, his self inflicted torture over the past month pushing him further than he thought was possible and when you moan as your fingers rub along your clit he pulls away from you. Thinking that you did something wrong your hands freeze as you watch him, seeing how he hooks his fingers along the hem of his shirt and yanks it off, revealing more of the black swirls that trailed down his shoulder and chest until the tips of it kissed his ribs.

Taehyung enjoys the way your hungry eyes take him in, how you seem to hold your breath as his fingers pop open the button to his jeans, the one thing he loathed about being in his human form. As he tugs down the zipper and shimmies the material down his thighs, your eyes glazing over when his cock springs free makes the revelation worth it.

You gulp as you take in his size, how his length bounces after being confined, his large hand wrapping around it casually, long fingers just shy of touching from the thickness. A languid pump has you following his hand up the length, tracing along the veins and ridges before it reaches the tip, engorged and red while it leaks beads of precum over his palm.

He has a knowing smile on his lips as he looms over your form on his knees after yanking his pants the rest of the way off, slowly making his way towards your parted thighs. “I can do whatever the pretty human wants,” he sighs as his palm glides down his cock once more, the squeeze from his hand making his eyes shut.

Resting up on your elbows, your mouth slightly drops open as you observe him, parting your thighs further in invitation. Your heart pounds in your chest as you wonder just how his cock is gonna fit inside of you, the inevitable stretch that you know will accompany it sets your skin on fire, the lewd thought making Taehyung snicker as he eyes your pussy clamping around nothing.

“I’m gonna tear you apart sweetheart,” he rasps, smirking when you shiver in anticipation. Already knowing you had a love for pain he’s not surprised when you mewl and shuffle your hips towards him.

“Don’t care, want it.” Your voice is strained as you gasp, fingers latching onto your sheets while you fight the urge to grind towards his leaking cock inches away from you. That same desperation grows inside of you, your hands twisting the sheets in your grasp as he stares down, almost crying when he inches forward and allows his heavy cock to rest along your folds.

“I know you do,” he breathes, slowly rocking his hips to coat his length in your wetness, the tip of it nudging your clit and making you whimper each time. “I’m gonna give you what you want, don’t worry.”

You feel nearly delirious as he continues to tease you, small hisses leaving his mouth with each roll of his hips. “Taehyung,” you whimper, rutting your hips up for more, lust rolling off of you in waves so strong he has to hold in a groan.

Shushing you softly he eases back, fisting his cock once more and slowly dragging it down your slit until the tip of it prods at your entrance. Taehyung knows you love the stretch of his fingers fucking into you, practically creaming his digits every night, but the feel of his cock slowly breaching your entrance was a new sensation you’d now crave, a helpless moan reaching his ears as your back arches up.

The wetness dripping out helps him ease into you, the tip of his cock slipping through the tight ring of muscles, the intrusion making your fingers clutch onto your sheets even tighter and your toes curl. His hand trails up your thigh until it rests along your hips, slowly soothing you as he gently presses further into you, your walls clamping around him from the slow stretch.

“Fuck,” you cry, lifting your head up to look down, needing to see the visual of his cock splitting you open inch by inch. He’s just as fascinated, scarlet eyes gleaming as your pussy sucks him in, warm walls fluttering around his length when he rocks forward.

Barely able to accommodate his cock, Taehyung takes note when you wince as the tip of his length hits your cervix, another inch or so remaining but the overwhelming feeling of your warmth enveloping him makes up for it.

“Look at that,” he coos, feeling the rhythmic pulses of you tightening around him as you got used to his size, a strangled whine leaving you when you take note of just how big his cock was. He wasn’t lying when he said he was going to tear you apart, the slight ache when he first inches back making you whimper, more wetness gushing out of you at the realization that you were actually doing this.

“F-fuck me, please fuck me.” Taehyung leans over you, his hand coming up to cup your jaw as he wipes his thumb along your plump lower lip, smiling at the slur in your voice.

Humans were so easy to break down.

Taehyung doesn’t need to give you an answer as he leans back, resting on his knees while his hands grasp your hips tightly, a wink of his eye being the only warning he gives before he’s inching back slowly and rocking into you. He chuckles when your hands scramble to clasp around his as he picks up his pace, the small whimpers of pain slowly morphing into cries for more when you get used to his cock splitting you open.

“Filthy little human,” he grunts out between each thrust, eyes glued to the way your tits bounce from the force, how your eyes can’t seem to look away from where you two connect. “I know every single dirty thought you have about me.”

His admission along with the way he lifts your hips higher, the angle making you see stars, only allows a garbled response to leave your lips. The fact that he knew every impure thought you had of him and continued to torture you for weeks doesn’t bother you, not when the reward is this good.

Taehyung practically growls when you start to buck your hips against his, desperate to fuck yourself on his cock, not caring about the small flash of pain that comes when you sink a little too far down. Your mind is too far gone, drunk on the feeling, and he’s not going to deny you of that pleasure.

Ignoring your cries in protest he pulls out of you, groaning when your entrance flutters at the loss, desperate to have his cock sliding back in once more. His hands flip you over with ease, not caring that the sudden movement disorients you as he manhandles you up onto your hands and knees, waiting until you turn to look over your shoulder at him before he sinks back into you in one smooth thrust.

This position has your arms shaking, head bowing forward from how deep you feel him. The glide of his hips is accompanied by a wet smack, your arousal dripping down your thighs and coating his cock, making the most delicious heat swirl inside you. You feel filthy, completely unhinged as he breaks you down, even with him pounding into you from behind there was still a tiny voice in the back of your head chanting for more.

“T-tae,” you sigh, beginning to thrust back once again, joining in on his rhythm until he’s slowing down and allowing you to do as you please, letting you get yourself off like he’s a toy for your disposal. Soft sighs escape him as he watches you grab onto your sheets before rocking against him with more urgency each time, your back arched perfectly to get him to hit just the right spots inside of you.

“That's it, just like that.” The roughness of his voice spurs you on, your pussy spasming around him as his hands spread across your skin, the swirls of ink flickering up his forearm as they spread higher up. A small request flashes in your mind so quickly he almost misses it but when his hands glide across your ass once more it comes back.  

You wanted him to spank you.

“Is this what you want?” he questions, softly tapping along your left cheek as you continue to fuck yourself on his cock, a whimper in confirmation sounding out as he watches the way your flesh bounces after each thrust back.

“Please,” you beg, the teasing touches of his palm only making you soak his cock further, something that doesn’t go unseen by him, enjoying the sticky mess coating your skin.

He starts slow at first, a small slap against your flesh that barely stings but as you start to cry for more, increasing your thrusts, he rears his hand back and delivers a sharp slap along your ass, smarting the skin so beautifully he stops to admire it for a second. 

The debauched moan you release is music to his ears, bending over further until you’re resting on your elbows as you push back, pleading for more in the sinful voice. Switching over to the other side he takes turns, not finishing until your skin is pulsing and you’re shuddering on your bed, nearly positive that there will be a mark tomorrow for you to remember this, exactly what he wants.

He chuckles when he sees your weak form, barely able to rut back onto him from the haze looming over your lust filled mind. His hands soothe your skin briefly, trailing up your back as he leans over you, the coldness of his chain being felt on your skin and making you gasp as it rests on your shoulder, grazing your skin as he grinds into you. 

The soft breaths he lets out reach your ear as he presses his lips against it and whispers, “We’re not done yet sweetheart.”

You don’t register his fingers weaving through your hair until he’s yanking at it, with a small wince he’s hauling you back up from your hunched position until you’re properly on your hands once more. He knew what you wanted, knew every single desire hidden behind the nooks and crannies of your mind, ticking all of the boxes until you were absolutely putty in his hands.

Taehyung lets himself get lost in the feeling of it, the drawn out moans of his name when he tugged at your hair, the flutters of your pussy as he pistoned his hips into you, the softness of your hand as you reach back to clasp around his to ground yourself. The way you trembled when his free hand found its way to your tits, tugging at your sensitive nipples until you were keening, it’s as if he struck a match and set you ablaze, the intense pleasure coursing through you making your thoughts turn into static.

The feeling borders on too much and when his hands begin to lose their grip on you as you inch away from him he grunts and tugs you back, a gentle laugh leaving his mouth. “Where do you think you’re going?” he teases, slotting his knees between your thighs and pushing them further apart, enjoying the small shriek you let out as he sinks deeper into you.

“Too much,” you whimper, neck strained and aching from the hold he has but the way you’re creaming his cock shows him otherwise. He can’t see the dazed out smile on your face as he continues to fuck you but he knows you love it, can hear how much you want it through your filthy thoughts.

“You can take it.”

The earlier orgasms you had given yourself had left you weak and partially satisfied but the way his cock fills you and fucks you stupid makes you realize nothing else will ever satisfy you this way. The demon was tearing you apart bit by bit, crumbling you down, taking you any way he pleased.

Taehyung can feel the way your body tenses up, shuddering as small flashes of light burst behind your closed lids, your pussy contracting around him so tight it has him hunching over with a gasp. His eyes are glued to your cunt, mesmerized at the way it's dripping in your arousal, lower lips spread taut as his cock continues to fuck you.

“D-don’t stop.” His hands release your hair, allowing you to drop your head as your orgasm creeps up on you, the thrust of his hips increasing until your headboard bangs against the wall so hard you know your neighbors are going to complain. You don’t care, the pleasure coursing through your veins easily becoming your new favorite drug.

Taehyung’s hands slide around the front of you body until his fingers reach your swollen clit, the teasing touch making you jolt and curse as he rolls the nub between his fingers. Sweat begins to coat your skin as he fucks you with newfound energy, the feral grunts he releases turning you into mush as he ruins you further.

Not able to last much longer, a few more flicks of his fingers has you hurdling over the edge, a guttural moan of his name filling the room as you cum. Taehyung nearly snarls when your pussy tightens around him, desperately trying to milk his orgasm as he fucks you through yours, a gush of wetness oozing around his cock, obscene wet squelches mixing in with your moans as your cum drips down your thighs.

The tiniest mewls leave your mouth as the pleasure once again turns sharp, your arms weak now, giving out and leaving you with your face smushed against your pillows. 

Taehyung only gives you a few seconds to recover before pulling out of you and flipping you back over. The sharp points of his teeth are the first thing you see as he smiles at the fucked out look on your face, the next thing you notice is the tendrils of ink on his neck that continue to dance on his skin, your hand gently coming up to trace the sensitive area, your touch making a shiver run through his body.

“The pretty human did such a good job,” he coos, nosing along your neck as he leans forward, the points of his teeth just barely nipping your skin. “Can you do one more?”

Nearly feverish with lust you can only nod your head, not even sure if you could after the intensity of the previous orgasms you’ve had but you want to see him fall apart on top of you. “Use me, please.” The slur in your voice has him rutting against you, his cock resting on top of your messy pussy, making you whimper as he rocked his hips. 

Use me.

Hearing you voice that out, he swears he never wants to latch onto any other human but you ever again.

Pressing a gentle kiss to your skin he leans back, his large palms spreading your legs open for him to slot between, cock gliding into you with a filthy squelch, the wetness from your orgasm making the glide easy. A breathy sigh slips past your lips as your tender walls accommodate his length again, the way he slips into you so easily, being able to start his quick pace instantly.

Taehyung groans when his eyes land on your belly, focused on the way your stomach bulges every time he sinks into you, forcing your body to make space for him, his sheer length prodding at your insides. He’s completely mesmerized, hearing you whimper when you take note of it too, the understanding that he wasn’t meant to be inside you like this, wasn’t meant to be making you feel this good was sending you into overdrive.

When his palm comes down and gently presses down onto it you choke on a sob, the added pressure making you buck your hips as if the last orgasm wasn’t enough, the feel of his cock nudging along all your sweet spots only intensified by his hand. “So perfect,” he sighs, fucking you with more urgency now, completely fueled by the previous orgasm and the way you whimper and squirm as his pelvis rubs against your sensitive clit.

“I’m all you think about huh?” he rasps out, removing his hand from your stomach and trailing it up to your neck. “Love having me fill you up like this don’t you.”

You’re nodding instantly, eyes widening when his hand comes to grasp your cheeks, fingers harshly digging into your skin as he urges your mouth to open up. “Let me fill you up some more.”

It doesn’t take much guessing for you to understand what he wanted, having dug out yet another hidden desire of yours, you stick out your tongue, panting as you wait for what's to come. Something about the way you’re so pliant in his grasp, willing to let him do as he pleased has Taehyung nearing his own release, brows pinching on his forehead as he accumulates spit behind his lips and lets it slowly dribble into your mouth.

Your eyes shut at the feeling, swallowing it down before sticking your tongue back out for more and he curses, not denying you as he repeats it two more times, enjoying the way your eyes roll back when he fucks you vigorously. So lost in your own mind your orgasm sneaks up on you with no warning, a particular thrust right against your sweet patch pushing you over once more.

It’s silent this time but he feels it just the same, your mouth dropping open in a gasp as the feeling takes over you, the tight grip you have on the sheets loosening as the energy you’ve spent all night leaves you limp on the bed, weak whimpers of his name spilling out of your swollen lips.

“Cum inside me, f-fuck, please.” you plead, eyes glazed over as you whine at the overstimulation. Taehyung groans unabashedly at your request, your fluttering walls pulling him further as his eyes fall shut. You watch in awe as the marks on his body grow slightly, trailing further down his side as his hips lose their rhythm, growing sloppier with time as he nears his release. Only needing a few more ruts of his hips you clamp around him, his thrusts stuttering as he spills inside of you, warm spurts of his cum that manage to fill you up to the brim and leak out around his cock.

The sensation of feeling so full makes you hum, a squeal of surprise sounding out when he continues to thrust into you roughly, not caring about the mess he’s creating between your thighs. His hands fall to rest beside you, clutching onto your sheets and groaning when your feet hook around his waist as he ruts into you in frenzy. Each thrust has his cum spilling out of you, the softest cries swirling in his head until he’s gasping as a final spurt of his cum fills you. Only then does he stop, panting over you as he takes you in underneath him.

You’re fully spent now whereas he looks completely energized, the glow of his skin more intense, the sparkle in his eyes looking brighter while the marks on his neck and arms become a darker shade than before. He takes note of the way you stare at him, knowing the million questions that swirl in your head as he slowly pulls out of you, the gush of whatever cum remains inside dripping out of you and onto your ruined sheets.

“So pretty,” he murmurs at the mess between your thighs, a mixture of his cum and your slick leaving your folds drenched. Taehyung doesn’t give you time to ask him any of your burning questions, his fingers scooping up the globs of his cum before popping it into his mouth and leaning over your body. Rewarding you with a kiss, finally feeling his plush lips against yours as his tongue licks the seam of them, sneaking inside and allowing you to get a taste for the cum on his tongue as he passes it along to you.

The dull ache in your core returns as you continue to pass the glob of cum between each other with small moans, a final flick of his tongue against the roof of your mouth being given before he pulls away with a wet smack, smiling when you swallow it down.

“Good girl.” He praises you with a soft caress to your cheek. The minute his lips leave you it’s like a fog begins to take over your mind, your eyes struggling to stay open as he rests you back once more, trying your best to focus on the glow of his eyes before it swallows you. 

Taehyung smirks as you attempt to fight the sleep tugging at your lids, pressing gentle kisses against your cheek and down your neck while his hand rests along the same spot it always does.

He can sense the worry in your mind, worry that he’ll stop visiting your dreams, completely unaware that when you summoned him you were stuck with him. Taehyung had successfully sewn himself into your mind, having you continue to crave him after he ravished you. There was no reason for the pretty human to worry, as long as you never got sick of him.

“I’ll be back sweetheart.”