#kook-net

[sour-ggrapess]

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。heaven at the window 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

𓍢ִ.𖥔 ݁ ˖ yoongi cant help but take what hes been wanting for almost a year

𓆩♱𓆪 heavy ddlg themes, corruption kink and, somonophila, just fucked up

⋆｡˚🩰༝༚ stalker! yoongi x virgin !fem !reader

⊹˚. ♡taglist - @chimmy-licious @shescharlie @bangtanattic

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A nice breeze flows through the suburban, Christian neighborhood as families gather on their porches to enjoy the pleasant weather. Children can be heard laughing and playing in the yards, while neighbors engage in friendly conversations, creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere. Your family practically owned the neighborhood because of your father's role at the church. Your father's position as a respected figure in the church not only gave your family a sense of pride but also garnered immense respect from the community. The neighborhood often turned to your father for guidance and support, further solidifying your family's influence and reputation. You being his only daughter, he held you up on a pedistool and had very high standards for you to live up to. Your father's high expectations for you were not just limited to your behavior and achievements but also extended to your involvement in church activities. 

He believed that as his daughter, you had a responsibility to uphold the family's reputation and continue their legacy of service to the community. This pressure to meet his standards sometimes felt overwhelming, but it also pushed you to strive for excellence in all aspects of your life. when they dedicated themselves to helping others. You had the mind of a saint and the body of a pornstar. In seventh grade, you had to be taken out of private school and start homeschooling because of how hard puberty hit you. Your father found you crying in your room one day due to the sexual harassment you experienced. Boys took advantage of you because they knew you were pure and knew your father wouldn't let you partake in such dirty activities with boys. They'd come to you with obviously sexual questions that made you uncomfortable and violated your boundaries. such as: "Can you squirt?" "Can I have your V card?" "Can I show you the G-spot?" "Have you ever had a nut mask?". Just stupid fucking sexual questions that lacked respect and disregarded your personal boundaries. Your father made sure they were punished but some blame was on you for even knowing what they were saying and engaging in their inappropriate conversation. 

It's summer, and you're planning on going to college this year because you just finished your senior year with honors and achieved all your academic goals. But two people weren't too happy about that, one of whom was your father. He was worried you'd become a whore and do drugs and drink like those crazy frat kids you see on TV. 

2: The other person was your secret admirer that watched you through your window whenever he was hard or was thinking about you , but you never knew about his obsession or even knew he existed. His mom was a faithful goer of the church, and the one day she dragged him to the church, you made a speech in your tight sundress that left him completely captivated and yearning for more. He jerked his cock every night at the thought of you. He thought about how your lips would look around his cock and how your body would feel pressed against his. His memory of you was quite faint because he only saw you once, but once he saw you leaving your house one day, he would make sure he never forgot anything about you. Yoongi would jerk his cock every time he saw you naked and coming out of the bathroom from a shower. He would cum your window and curtains endless amounts of times and leave them there for you to see , as a twisted reminder of his obsession with you. But you thought it was bird poop

made One day, while you were doing your community service, Yoongi felt a little bold and went inside your room. His main target and purpose for going inside was to grab those panties you took off last night. His hands rummaged through the dirty clothes in the basket, grabbing each piece of clothing he wanted as if he were shopping.

He pulled the lacey and slightly damp pants from the basket and brought them to his nose as he took in a deep breath of the slick that was still lingering on the fabric. His dick grew in his black sweat pants, making them feel slightly tight compared to how baggy they were 5 minutes ago. He shimmied his socks and underwear down as his cock sprung up , fully aroused and ready for action. It fought to stay up as it twitched up and down with excitement. Yoongi brought the fabric down to his cock as he adjusted his position, feeling the anticipation building within him. "Fucking shit, right there". Rubbing the cloth along his member as his slit glistened with pre-cum that rubbed against the lacey fabric , he couldn't help but moan softly in pleasure. The soft friction made his orgasm close, and it was clear as day that he wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer. He moaned out as his hips buckled as he shot his load in the lace. He felt pure euphoria and disbelief at how hard he came in that moment. Loud pants are coming from him as he stands there, basking in the afterglow. He realizes his mess as cum drips down onto the floor from his hands and the panties he had been holding. 

 The night is young and humid; your window is open as the breeze from outside flows through, making your curtains blow gently in the moonlight. You lie in bed, feeling the cool air caress your skin and listening to the distant sounds of the city. The peaceful atmosphere lulls you into a state of tranquility, allowing your mind to wander and drift off into a blissful sleep. Tonight was the night you would sleep with no bottoms on , embracing the freedom and comfort that comes with it. 

You laid out on the massage table , feeling the soft sheets against your bare skin as the soothing music played in the background. Strong hands began to work their magic, relieving tension and melting away stress from your body. A sense of relaxation and calmness cut short as one moved down to your bare cunt as they dipped into your folds , sending waves of pleasure coursing through your entire being. Moans escaped your mouth, and your back arched off the bed, making the man gazing at you through the window unable to tear his eyes away. His eyes grew wide in shock as he realized you were having a wet dream that he only hoped was about him. Yoongi knew that when you woke up from the dream, you would be pretty disappointed that it wasn't real, but he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire wash over him as he watched you writhe in pleasure. The way your body responded to the imaginary touch, the way your lips formed those intoxicating moans—it was all too enticing for him to resist. Yoongi's mind wandered, imagining himself as the one causing your ecstasy, his hands exploring every inch of your trembling body. He yearned to be the one who could fulfill your desires, giving you the satisfaction you craved. But reality hit him hard, reminding him that he was merely an observer.

He let his intrusive thoughts win as he climbed through the window as his foot sluipped over the little ledge, being careful not to make a noise or mess up the perfect array of plushies that lay still. He was hurrying out of his clothes as he was finally getting what he had wanted for so long, he hurriedly changed out of his clothing. If he didn't get it inside of him within the next five minutes, his cock was going to blow up. The mattress next to your dozing body sank as he stooped on it. His heart beat rappidly as he slipped the damp fabric to the side and revealed your gorgous chubby folds that were drenched with slick, looking like the most beautiful waterfall he had ever seen. The sight was both mesmerizing and enticing. Shivers ran down your spine when the chilly air struck your moist cunt, accompanied by the soothing touch of his fingertips. He spread your legs as he wrapped them around his waist , pulling you closer and deepening the connection between your bodies. He lines his cock up with your drooling hole , ready to satisfy your every desire. Soft groans escape your lips as your walls squeeze and suck him in; he bottoms out as his hips buck. "Fucking shit, so damn tight". The pleasure intensifies as he starts thrusting deeply, sending waves of ecstasy and pain through your body. Your eyes peer open to see him sliding his cock in and out of you with the look of pleasure and desire etched on his face. 

"N-no! Who a-ahhh- a-are you?!" You scream out in shock and horror. "Get off me!" You try to squirm away and push away from him, but his grip only tightens as he continues to ram into you , overpowering you with his strength. "I know your nasty little cunt wants my cock ," he growls menacingly, as you desperately search for an escape from this terrifying yet so pleasurable situation. "How would your dad feel, huh?" "What if I called him in here to come see his little princess all fucked out on my cock?" Your heart races with fear and disgust as his words cut through you like a knife. The thought of your father witnessing such a horrifying scene sends shivers down your spine. You feel deep pleasure, making you unable to fight anymore and forcing you into submission beneath him. You can't help but question your own sanity, sinning right in front of the cross you had blessed by your father for your birthday. as you surrender to the intoxicating temptations of forbidden desires. Loud moans emanate from your throat as you shut your eyes and arch your back into the air , succumbing to the overwhelming rush of pleasure that engulfs your entire being. In this moment, all senses of guilt and rationality fade away, leaving only the raw intensity of your desires to guide your every move. The pain came back as he slowed and started to get rougher with each passing second. "I'm going to fukin destroy you," he growled, his eyes filled with a malicious hunger. You could have sworn he turned into what you had been taught to fear your whole life as the three crosses nailed to your wall turned upside down and emitted an eerie red glow. the devil himself stood before you, ready to claim your soul. You snapped out the dark thoughts as he grasped your chubby tummy, arched his back, and punched at your womb. "OMG!". You came on his cock as your legs shook violently in pleasure and ecstasy. 

His body gave in as he fell over you with his arms supporting him , panting heavily. "Fucking tight and squeezing me, I-ahhhhhhh." Yoongi moaned as he shot a load right into your womb , filling you completely. You felt every bone in your body turn mushy as you realized what you had just done—you had just disobeyed every single rule and boundary that had been set in place. Your heart raced with both excitement and guilt. You felt as if hell was going to drag you into the earth as he rolled off the bed. "Fuking ruined your little sinner pussy" , he sneered with a sinister grin. As Yoongi's words echoed in the room, a mix of emotions overwhelmed you. Shame and regret washed over you as you couldn't believe what had just transpired. The weight of your actions settled heavily on your conscience, leaving you questioning the consequences that awaited you. Your eyes were stuck on the Jesus figure in the corner of your dresser, seeking solace and forgiveness silently. 

"Next time I vist you better be thanking me"

[kooberist]

IM @SOUR-GGRAPESS lost that email so we on here now

everything is gone :(

[kook-net]

[nightworldkrp]

w𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 —of the boogie-man and other Supernatural beings used to be told to keep children inline, as entertainment for adults looking for a good scare. Even romanticized as conflicting love stories between Humans and Supernaturals. But these were just stories, right?

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕 —Perhaps children were not the only ones needed to be kept inline. Humans as a whole, never anticipated what would happen when the Black Dawn rose. The Night World, a secret society of Supernatural beings was to be a secret no more. No more hiding, no more pretending.

𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑺𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝑾𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔

—18+ —Supernatural Master x Pet Roleplay —Lit/Semi-lit & Plot Driven —Choose your Race & Status —Monthly Events! —MeWe Based

The Story—Rules—Masterlist—Races—Carrd

[princessbrunette]

let me rip you out of your comfort zone for a moment.

we all know john b to be the calm, patient, comforting daddy— and we love him that way. he’s our safety, a net that catches you when you fall. but, i would be doing you a disservice if i didn’t remind you of the rare but existing side to him that’s a little rougher. a little scarier. think back to when he snuck into tannyhill to supposedly kill ward, and came into sarah’s room with a gun and got all mean and in her face before dragging her outside. that john b.

think season one john b, pre sarah — a little troublesome, sarcastic, always at parties with a girl hanging off his arm, flirts with you by being a little mean.

so with this version of him in mind, let me introduce you to toxicex!johnb.

he’s always teasing you in public, making little jabs at you for the choices you’ve made, following you around the grocery store to banter with you until you’re pouting (when really, he just wanted to follow you around because he’s still madly in love with you.) leaves you with his own smile each and every time, humming out a “nice to see you, sweetheart.” which makes you roll your eyes and simultaneously wanna fuck him just one more time.

he purposely flirts with girls at parties in your line of vision, but it doesn’t sting too much because his eyes are on you the whole time— wide and puppy like when he sees you all over that kook you’ve been seen hanging with. it just makes him madder at you.

but the ending is inevitable each time, you wind up in tears on the doorstep to the chateau, sniffling about how no one can get you off like he could and you need him to put you in your place. just one more time, you beg— and he smiles all understanding and sweet knowing it won’t be.

“was waiting for you to show up. come on in, sweetheart.”

he knows what you need. he needs to put you in that mushy, brainless spot that no guy knows how to invoke. that’s why he’s got you kneeling between his legs on the couch, giving you soft little slaps to your cheek as you whine like the little puppy dog he remembered you to be.

“yeaaah, that was a good one, wasn’t it? got you good there.” he grins, thumbing at the sore skin. “c’mon, sweet girl. another one. yooou can take it. that’s my big girl.” when he smacks you once more.

the dick is phenomenal, way bigger than anyone else you try to replace him with. he’s even kind enough to let you sleep with him in his bed, just for old time sake — but as soon as you wake up you’re shoving your clothes back on. leaving his sleeping body in the sheets.

if you’d only stayed until he woke up, he would have asked you if you wanted to try things again. oh well, he was certain you’d be back soon.

[kxxkiecxre]

╰┈➤ Friend - Zone | Kim Taehyung.

✎PAIRING: Kim Taehyung x Fem! Reader

✎SUMMARY: he’s got money to spend, and you’re right there. Sitting all pretty for him.

✎WARNINGS: unprotected penetrative sex(wrap it before you tap it!), dom!tae, sub!reader, oral (f&M receiving), fWB,overstimulation, titty licking because he’s obsessed with her breasts, spoiled reader, unintentional sugar daddy tae.

Unedited as I was falling asleep while writing this lol

He’s so hot, and he knows it. That fucker knows exactly what he does to you, because there’s absolutely no reason for him to be sitting across you looking into your eyes with heavy lids, clearly sexually frustrated. You’re not sure why though, was it the skimpy little silky red dress? Or was it the black lace adorning the hems of it, laying perfectly against your chest? Perhaps it was your wavy dark hair? No, could it be your siren gaze? Or maybe it was the way your foot left your black louboutin, dragging itself up his leg and resting in between his thighs. Glancing down, he could see the diamond glazed fish nets, and fuck, did it drive him absolutely crazy.

You were evil for this. Licking your pretty peachy lips, caramel skin glistening under the low lighting of the fancy restaurant your friends decided on. But he wasn’t any better, sitting across you in his all black slacks. Black button up, sleeves rolled up to show off his gold Rolex perhaps? First few buttons undone, revealing his chest. He was dressed black head to toe aside from that damned stupid watch. Fuck.

Smirking as secretly at him as you can, you sucked onto the straw of your cocktail, enjoying the slight burn of the drink. He swallowed, licking his bottom lip as he pocked his cheek with his tongue. His hand, the one with the damned watch, disappeared under the table, fingers gently skimming your clothed skin. Earning an unexpected gasp of you.

“Everything okay?” Jungkook leaned over to you, concern prominent in his voice.

“Everything is perfect.”

Brows furrowing for a second, he shrugged, turning back to the rest of the group as taehyung continued to gaze at you confidently, challenging you in a sense as his long finger hooked into one of the holes of your fishnets, bare finger on your hot skin. What an incredibly hot asshole.

Blinking gently, you smirked brazenly.

“Kook? Would you mind taking me home, I’ve had a few drinks I really wouldn’t want to risk going out anywhere by myself.” You called out to Jungkook, eyes never daring to leave taehyungs darkened ones.

“Of course-“

“That’s okay kook, I’ll bring her home since I’m going anyway.”

Once again Jungkooks brows furrowed cutely, and you felt bad for the poor boy, “are you okay with that Y/N?”.

“Yes kookie, I’ll be fine.” You smiled at him sweetly. Getting up out of your seat as taehyungs hand laid on the small of your back, urging you to walk forward.

You couldn’t help it. Being a tease like this was only the result of his own actions. Him flirting with that overly beautiful waitress, and you getting jealous. It didn’t make sense, because to everyone else, the pair of you were just best friends. And though it didn’t actually give you any certain kind of dibs, he was fucking you on a down low. Every day, every night, every morning. It’s not like he was yours to claim, or like you actually had the right of be jealous, because he wasn’t anything more than that. Sex.

Sure he was your best friend, but you can’t claim your best friend as your own. Unless of course, you’re in a relationship on the low-low. Sure friends with benefits is a thing, but it’s no real relationship. Just sex. It’s not like you don’t think Tae was relationship worthy, because he was. If anything he’s one of those guys you hear women dream of, but you? You were nothing but a girl who loved living in the moment, you loved skimpy clothes and loud music. You loved cold alcoholic drinks on a private jet, and enjoyed the luxury life.

Could you afford the luxury life by yourself? No. Could your best friend? Yes.

It’s not like you were using him, you never intended for him to spend his money on you. That’s the last thing you wanted. But somehow, you went from fucking, to cuddling, to being with each other twenty four seven, which essentially meant Taehyung got attached, meaning everywhere tae went, you had to follow. Private restaurant boots, expensive little dresses, a whole rack of louboutins. Handbags ranging from Chanel to Moncler. Pearls of all colours and sizes, gold watches, Swarovski’s finest cut diamond necklaces. Anything you laid your eyes on, taehyung bought it.

Matter of fact, this little dress your wearing, he bought it. A Vera wang creation you set your eyes on right after he fucked you in the backseat of his car in a parking lot. How classy.

Taehyung only wanted what’s best for you, as someone who means the world to him. As someone who he sees marrying in the future. God he loved you so much. He wasn’t sure wether that was reciprocated, though it didn’t necessarily matter so long as you were by his side. Friends with benefits or not. He didn’t care. You could have all his money, all his cars, everything you wanted. You had access to all of his cars, each day you could drive any one of them. You had the key to his house, some of your stuff in his closet. Basically very domestic, just not labelled.

Money was never a big thing for taehyung, he’s had enough of it to last a lifetime. Which meant he only needed someone to spend it other than himself, and then you came along, and he immediately knew his worth became yours. Every two weeks on the dot, he’d hand you his card, and have his driver bring you to your nail appointments. Every couple months he’d ask you if you wanted to do something new with your hair, and as of recently he went as far as to ask if you genuinely loved the little wooden cabin in the forest you saw on the internet, the very next day bringing you a confirmation letter of buying it in your name.

So that brings you here, hollowing your cheeks as you let him use your mouth however he pleased. It wasn’t that you felt like you had to do it, no. You wanted him to do it, you needed him to do it. You genuinely believed you wouldn’t survive it if he didn’t touch your body in some way. You loved having him use your body, and you loved him in general. It was a win-win situation.

“Fuck baby,” he grunted, pulling himself out of your mouth, “on the bed love spread your legs for me.”

Like the obedient girl you are, you laid on the bed, left in nothing but your Swarovski diamond clustered fishnets, legs wide open for him as he crawled up the bed menacingly. Staring at your clothed pussy hungrily, like a starved man. He could see the little wet patch against the material of your red thong and it drove him wild.

Taehyung was a man of patience for many things, but not in this case. His patience always seemed to be on the whim when it came to getting a taste of you, which is what lead him to ripping the expensive yet extremely fragile material to shreds. Exposing a large enough hole around your pussy. His finger hooked into the material of the thong, pulling it to the side.

Almost like he was making out, he sucked into each lip of your pussy with a mouthful of sugar. So sweet and gentle, absolutely devouring your pussy whole. His tongue ran laps up, from the bottom to the top. Flicking little motions upwards onto your clit as you began to sign, his tongue alternating between sucking and flicking, building a pace of movement, a rhythm. It was insane how fast he could get you breathless, hands desperately clutching onto the sheets of his bed.

His finger slipped inside your seeping hole, god you could feel yourself dripping down your ass, surely making a mess of his sheets. With his mouth suckling on your clit, tongue flicking your nub and finger pushing in and out of you, you were moaning like your life depended on it.

“Tae fuck,” your sighs were so sweet, so high pitched and breathy god he loved it.

His finger hooked inside you, picking up his pace as your hips began moving against his mouth, begging for your sweet, divine release, “shit please just fuck me tae.”

“Impatient hm?” He chuckled, kissing his way from your pussy to your throat, sucking sweet little spots of bruise here and there.

“Make me cum baby” you held his face in your hands, staring deeply in his dark eyes.

“Ah don’t do this to me beautiful” his forehead rested against yours, hand tugging on his hard cock.

Both of your eyes focused on his dick, the way it rubbed up and down your wet pussy, foreheads still pressed against each other and your hand still resting around the back of his head. Slowly, he pushed the tip in. Looking at your reaction as he bottomed out, eyes shutting tightly as you gasped, fingers tangling in his long locks. He swore he’s never seen a more beautiful and majestic creature like you. No human, anything, could ever amount to the beauty you hold for him. You were his everything.

He took his time with you, thrusting slowly in and out, building you up as you cling onto him, one of your legs rested against his waist, deepening the angle of his thrusts. He started building it up, going faster, his thrusts somehow reaching deeper each time he dragged out and back inside. He could see himself inside you, kissing your cervix each time he came back inside. It was amazing. Just how well your bodies connected.

A few more thrusts of his quick and ruthless thrusts and you were arching into him, moaning his name like a chant, nails dragging around his back as you came. He chased his high right after you, thrusts becoming sloppy as he finally let go. Face nuzzled in your neck as you ran your fingers through his hair. It was peaceful, serene.

“Wanna go on a cruise with me?” He asked, kissing your neck softly.

“Sure why not” you giggled as he started pecking your face all over.

“As my girlfriend” he followed up, your eyes widening, unsure if you heard him correctly.

“As your girlfriend?”

“Yes”

“Tae, are you messing with me?”

“No baby, I want to do everything with you… as my girlfriend. Wife. Whatever. I just want you to be mine.”

Smiling to yourself, you hold his face in your hands, staring deeply in his eyes, “of course baby, but pull out of me now we need to shower. We reek of sex.”

He smirks at you, pulling out and drawing a hiss from both of you from the overstimulation,

“I love shower sex.”

AN: y’all better help me figure out how to end Drabbles because I’m always lost lol.

No recreation, translation or copying of any form of my works is permitted!!

MASTERLIST

[aris-ink]

sub yn *innocently* dry humps her step brother jk while he plays video games

dhfshsfdhh

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: forbidden romance, step!siblings au

warnings: slight allusions to violence (not towards the reader), pseudo incest, mentions of corruption + masturbation & somnophilia, possessiveness, dry humping, some soft dirty talk + praise

Jungkook craned his neck, his eyes stuck on the screen in front of him. It wouldn't be fair to say that losing the game was entirely your fault; but that was how he saw it anyway. How was he supposed to focus with you sitting on his lap?

It didn't even cross his mind that perhaps you shouldn't have been sitting there in the first place. Jungkook has always been too weak to resist temptation, and even weaker when it came to denying you anything you wanted.

He might have been younger than you, but what he lacked in experience he made up for with cleverness. He taught you that you could always rely on him, crawl into his bed after a nightmare and cuddle up to him after a bad day. As long as no one was around to see.

"The hell?" Namjoon grumbled into the mic. "What is wrong with you today?"

Yoongi chuckled. "Think you should sit the next round out, Kook."

Jungkook clenched his jaw, his hand settling down on your hip.

"Stop moving," he muttered into your ear.

You tightened your arms around his neck.

"I'm just trying to get comfortable," you whispered.

Comfortable. Jungkook didn't know what that word meant at the moment, because he was so hard he could barely sit still himself. He released a deep breath and fixed his mic, his cheeks getting warmer as you snuggled into him.

"Sorry, I got distracted."

"Uh-huh," Namjoon scoffed. "Who you with?"

Jungkook could practically hear him grin. The little devil on his shoulder whispered into his ear, urged him to wipe the amusement right off of his friend's face and answer as honestly as possible.

My sister.

The thought alone made his heart pound faster. He knew his friends thought you were pretty; obviously, they had eyes. But he doubted that speaking his mind would have been a great idea, no matter how much he wanted to claim you as his.

Before he could say anything, Yoongi sighed.

"As if, Joon. Come on, let's get started already. Kook, no offense but I really think you should sit this one out-"

Jungkook didn't get to hear the rest of the sentence, because you shifted in his lap again, and this time you brushed up right against the bulge in his sweats. His fingers softened around the controller in surprise. He could feel his cock throb as you gasped, lifting your head to look up at him.

"O-oh," you stuttered out, a crease between your brows, like you didn't understand what just happened.

"No, seriously, I told you he's with someone, dude," Namjoon started, but Jungkook was already exiting the game and taking off his mic.

You looked like you had no idea what effect you had on him. Like you couldn't see how starved he was for your love. For some reason, the innocence you exhuded made his cock twitch.

Instead of giving out to you, he simply moved his eyes back to the screen and mindlessly searched for a game he could play on his own as a distraction. A distraction for you, of course.

He cleared his throat and remained still, as if he didn't want to bend you over his desk and fuck you senseless. As if he hasn't wanted to do that for years. He could feel you begin to relax in his arms again, and he prayed to whatever deity existed out there that he would have the patience to get through this.

A sigh escaped you as you tried to move your hips once more. You did so discreetly, as though you didn't want him to notice, chasing the butterflies; just like you did when you were younger. But now there was no nets and clear, blue skies. Only the darkness of Jungkook's room and your own mind, combined with the fluttering in your stomach.

He has waited so long, blurring the lines so slowly... So, technically, he should have been able to wait a little longer. And he could, but he had to do something. He needed something; anything.

He placed his hand on your hip again, gently guiding you to sit right on top of his clothed cock. He didn't dare take his eyes off his game, but all he was focused on was the feeling of your warmth and not making a sound. You were like a little animal finally entering the hunter's trap; one wrong move and all could go to hell.

"Feel comfortable yet?" He whispered. "Feel good?"

You nodded into his neck, your breathing growing heavier against him. He wondered if you were getting wet. You must have been, right? He wondered what you'd do if he kissed you until your lips were swollen. All his muscles tensed up as he continued waiting, holding back the urge to thrust up against you.

And the patience paid off. Carefully, testing the waters, he could feel you drag your cunt back along the curve of his cock. His head hit the back of the couch, the controller slipping out of his grip. With the same, cautious roll forward you almost whimpered into his neck, making his heart skip a beat.

He groaned quietly, sliding his hand down onto your ass. Even though the move itself was bold, his touch was gentle, his eyes falling shut.

"Feels good," he breathed. "Don't stop."

You let out the tiniest moan into his skin, and it was the hottest sound Jungkook's ever heard. As much as he always wanted you to be each other firsts, he knew that wasn't possible if he didn't want to scare you off. He had to settle for whatever he could get his hands on; countless pairs of your underwear went missing throughout the years, but you never noticed, because Jungkook always made sure to get you plenty of new, nice things. When that wasn't enough anymore, he learned to stay quiet as he grinded against you while you slept, a pair of your panties wrapped around his cock to catch his hot seed when he came. You didn't seem to notice when the boys you liked started avoiding you either - or when they mysteriously disappeared.

And now here you were, fulfilling every wet dream he's ever had and humping him to your heart's content. You followed his commands and rubbed your little clit against him like he was your personal toy. Everything about it had him ready to blow his load right into his pants.

He squeezed your ass, arching his back when your hips sped up, his mouth falling open. He groaned again.

"Go harder."

He lifted his head up, his cheeks dusted with a blush, eyes hooded as he brushed his nose against yours. You did as he asked, grinding yourself against his cock in firmer circles, a muffled whine slipping past your teeth as they bit into your lower lip.

"God," he sighed, "you're so fucking hot. You like that?"

"Mhm," you moaned, "but-"

"Shh. It'll be our little secret, yeah? No one has to know."

You nodded, nuzzling your face into his neck, but Jungkook was having none of that. He was getting so fucking close, and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to see your eyes starting right back at him for the first time when he came for you.

"Look at me. I want those pretty eyes on me."

You shivered, your hips rutting against his quicker, and Jungkook groaned lowly.

"My good girl. Are you wet for me?"

"Y-yeah," you stuttered.

His dick twitched, his stomach twisting and turning with pleasure.

"Yeah?" He cooed. "You gonna make a mess for me?"

"Jungkook-"

"Fuck," another groan, more strained than the others. "I'm gonna come. Want me to come?"

Your hips stuttered in their rhythm. Jungkook could swear he could feel a wet spot growing on his sweats, and combined with the desperate, fucked out look on your face it was more than enough to make his balls clench harder than ever before in his life. His fingers dug into your ass, back arching as he released rope after rope of cum right into his briefs beneath your cunt. His breathy moans mingled with yours, quickly overshadowed by the filth and confessions spilling out of his mouth. You've heard both before, but never while you were coming on top of him, your clit pulsing against him.

"Fuck, fuck, love you- ah, I love you, I love you-"

You swallowed, stilling in his arms, the weight of your actions settling heavy over your shoulders.

Jungkook, on the other hand, felt completely free and weightless at last. He buried his face in the crook of your neck with a sigh.

"So good," he mumbled incoherently. "So good. Waited so- so long. Love you so much."

And even though it was hard to find the words, you couldn't lie. Not to yourself and certainly not to him.

"Love you too," you whispered tiredly.

It wasn't that simple. And unlike Jungkook, you didn't think you'd be able to face yourself in the mirror the moment you were out of his arms. But that was okay; no matter how difficult this was for you to accept, Jungkook has mastered the art of waiting. He didn't mind waiting a bit longer. The only difference was that now, whether you realized it or not, he had you right where he wanted you.

"Kook," you murmured. "Need to wash up."

He smiled, rubbing his nose along your collarbone.

"So do I. Now what do we do about that?"

[theemporium]

request: Reader broke up with rafe because of the drugs or anything, But he wont let her go, like beats up guys who talk to her or following her everywhere. (Maybe a litte toxic or angst)

[You Decide the end <3]

“This is fucking ridiculous, Rafe!”

“Baby–”

“No! No, Rafe, I’m not your fucking baby anymore.” 

The Outer Banks was a small island: everyone knew everyone, everyone knew everyone’s business and everyone knew gossip before it even became gossip. It was the way of a small island, and majority of the time it was quite wholesome to have such a tight knit community despite the differences people may have with each other.

You had lived closer to the Cut, and though you were still from a well off family and had a damn good roof over your head, you hadn’t really moved to the Kook Academy until after middle school. It was nerve-wracking and terrifying and even to this day it still made your stomach twist up, but it ended up being one of the best decisions your parents ever made for you. 

The Kook Academy is where you met Rafe Cameron.

At first, he was everything you could have dreamed of. He was charming and his words were so pretty and he looked at you like you were the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on. You were obsessed with him and he was obsessed with you, and despite being so young and naive, you thought he was it. You thought he was your forever. 

Things declined after you graduated high school. You both had different visions for your futures and, truthfully, you could have worked past it. You would have sacrificed some of your dreams if it meant you could keep him in your life but Rafe didn’t seem to feel the same. 

The drugs became a vice and his relationship with his father was only getting worse, and you couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t take him anymore. You didn’t feel like his pretty girl anymore, you just felt like a safety net he knew he could always come home to at the end of the day. 

Yet, whilst you tried to heal and move on, Rafe did anything but. 

Because he was obsessed with you. Because you were his. Because he fucking loves you and he may not know how to show it, but he knows that he wouldn’t let anyone else show you either.

“Don’t be like this, baby,” Rafe tried again, his long legs making it easy to follow you towards the small lot where everyone had parked their cars when they visited the boneyard. 

“Just..fuck off, Rafe. We’re over. Over, you hear me? We are done,” you felt like a broken record, constantly repeating yourself but it seems like no matter how many times you said it, it never stuck in his head.

Because even though you had broken up well over a year ago, you always seemed to find yourself in this position. You would find a nice guy, talking with him and you’d smile and you’d laugh—and then Rafe would show up, chest puffed out and fists clenched at his side before he would ‘deal’ with the guy you were talking to. 

Word spread and sure enough it was hard to even get a guy to look in your direction, let alone talk to you because they all feared what your ex-boyfriend would do if he found out. But tonight you had found a decently attractive touron with a cute southern accent that you were happy to entertain for the night. 

But the Rafe—who you hadn’t seen in months since his father died and his family moved away—showed up out of nowhere, angry and pissed and spouting the same bullshit he did when you started walking away from him.

“You gotta stop saying that,” Rafe murmured as he quickly stepped in front of you, blocking your car door and forcing you to look up at him. To admire his new buzzcut, the slant of his jaw and the way his sun-kissed skin still made him one of the most attractive men you’d ever set your eyes on.

“Saying what? That we’re not together anymore? That we broke up over a year ago?” you snapped at him.

His lips twitched up. “We didn’t break up, baby.”

You glared at the boy. “Yes, we did.”

“I didn’t agree to breaking up,” Rafe countered, looking down at you with a thoroughly amused look on his face. You wanted to slap that look off his face.

“It wasn’t a fucking choice, Rafe,” you gritted between clenched teeth. 

“You’re hot when you’re mad,” he murmured, hooded eyes taking in every inch of your face now that you were so close to him.

“Fuck you,” you spat.

“Any time you want, princess,” he muttered, his head dipping down until your noses were brushing against each other and his lips were just centimetres away from yours. “In fact, why don’t I fuck you right here on the hood of that car of yours so everyone on this fucking island knows who you belong to, hm?” 

“I don’t belong to you, Rafe.” 

“We’ll see about that, baby.”

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[theschizotypalsolilquy]

What’s your top 5 or 10 favourite moments of jikook?

Ooooh....

1. Rose Bowl. Dude sucked his ear in front of thousands on the jumbotron.

2. Hickey Gate. I don't care what story those two heathens plotted, bite my ass. I know a hickey when I see one.

3. Speaking of hickeys, when JK used a selfie of himself to blackmail Jimin into staying in the infamous STOB IT Jinminkook live. The picture he went ahead and posted the next day which shows a very suspicious spot on JKs neck.

4. Them getting caught by the cameras planted in their hotel rooms without their knowledge. We saw everyone else enter their rooms alone, and then JK comes into his followed by a clearly shook Jimin when he notices the camera there.

5. I'm one of the firm believers that it WAS Jimin in Kook's hotel room during the infamous "bread incident". No guy is eating bread, alone, naked, listening to Lana Del Ray. NOBODY

6. The "Coming of Age" ceremony. JK chose a song about A WOMAN FINALLY COMING OF AGE TO BE INTIMATE WITH HER OLDER LOVER TO DANCE TO AND CHOSE JIMIN TO BE HIS PARTNER IN IT

7. Doing a filthy ass choreography to a filthy ass Own IT, where Jimin seems to be getting a little too happy throughout the dancing.

8. GCF Toyko

9. GCF Saipan

10. The Mesquito Net incident. Drunk, giggly gays and some missing footage from when Jimin falls on the net and he and JK are taking it out of the bunkhouse. That net was NOT THAT BROKEN WHEN JIMIN LANDED ON IT

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All That We Love | JJK, KMY | Part Two

TITLE: all that we love

PAIRING: jeon jungkook x fem!reader | kim mingyu x fem!reader (jungkook, mingyu and mc are best friends)

GENRE: angst, fluff, best friends to lovers, love triangle, college au, non-idol au

SUMMARY: love blooming from close friendships can both be the most beautiful feeling and the grandest mess ever.

WORD COUNT: 3k words

WARNINGS: love triangle, jungkook is emotionally constipated, mingyu is pathetically in love with mc, everyone's emotions are all over the place, good amount of angst, fluff in the later parts, jungkook and mingyu are athletes (volleyball), mc and mingyu are both sociology students, jungkook majors in music, just to clarify jungkook and mingyu live together and seokjin sometimes crashes over to hang out while mc has her own place.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: hiii, i'm back with part two! as i wrote this part i realised that i'm having fun with this story and i think i will be turning it into a proper full-on series of at least 4-5 parts. i tried to explore each character and what their thinking individually in this one. i hope you guys like it, would love to hear your feedback so keep leaving comments!!

also, are you team jungkook or team mingyu? comment down, i'm curious to know!!!!

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"what did you just say?" jungkook says from behind you, his voice loud but shaky.

you feel your heart stop at that moment, you don't know what to do. all this time you have been doing everything in your power to not ruin your friendship. all it took was this one slip-up. you're actually fucked. a small whimper leaves your mouth, only loud enough for mingyu to hear as you hug him tighter. you feel like the moment you let him go, your entire world is going to shatter into pieces.

mingyu looks at jungkook. he can see that jungkook is clearly extremely shocked to hear the words that have just left your mouth. "y/n, love, you have to talk to him. i know you're scared, but it's jungkook. i promise this won't ruin anything. go and talk to him, it'll be okay." mingyu whispers in your ear. he rubs your back in order to provide some comfort to you. even though he feels like someone's ripping his heart out of his chest as he's himself willingly sending you to jungkook, he just wants you to be okay. he doesn't know what the outcome is going to be of this conversation and he despises that it could go either way. but he knows you need it.

carefully, he unwraps his arms from around you and slowly takes a step back, "go talk to him. i'll go keep chaewon company in the meantime." he says and you look at him as if you're begging him to stay. it takes everything in him to not just take you back in his arms and take you away from the fair, away from jungkook. once again, mingyu decides to be the bigger person, at the cost of his own heart. he makes his way out of the parking lot, crossing jungkook. he stops when he's face to face with him. he asks him where chaewon is and jungkook points towards the washroom. mingyu nods, "kook, please be gentle with her." he pleads. jungkook's expression softens a little bit and he nods slightly before he turns his attention back to you.

you watch the whole interaction between your two best friends, you can't hear them but you see the way jungkook relaxes a little bit after mingyu says whatever he says to him. however, once mingyu's left the area, you can't help but feel like your safety net's gone. your heart begins to thump loudly again as you see jungkook walking towards you. you look down when he stops right in front of you, unable to look him in the eye.

"y/n? please look at me." jungkook pleads in a small voice. you can tell he's scared too. slowly you raise your head to look at him, your eyes meeting with one another.

"i'm sorry, kook." you whisper in the most pained voice jungkook's ever heard. tears begin to stream down your face again. jungkook wants to take a step toward you, he wants to comfort you, he wants to tell you that it's going to be alright. but he can't. not when he himself can't be sure of a single thing at the moment.

"y/n, what were you saying to mingyu? is it true? do you really..." it hurts you that jungkook can't even bring himself to finish the sentence. you realise that this is it, you have to tell him. you always imagined confessing to him before, but never did it even cross your mind that it would be under these circumstances. when he would already be a taken man.

you take a deep breath to calm yourself down. you need to tell him. it's the only way to find closure. as much as it hurts, you know you have to, "i'm sorry jungkook, but yes. i love you. i never wanted it to come out like this. you really weren't supposed to hear that. i'm very sorry but i cannot help it though. i've tried so hard to get over you but it feels nearly impossible. i completely understand if you don't want to talk to me after this, but i can't run away from reality anymore. i have been in love with you for as long as i can remember." you start scared but as you speak, your voice gains confidence you didn't know you had. this is your truth and as you finally admit it to jungkook, you realise that there's no point in running away from it.

jungkook seems visibly conflicted to you. there are a mix of so many emotions on his beautiful face. you've known him for so long, you can usually read him like an open book. today, however, you can't for the life of you, understand what he's thinking. after what feels like an eternity he finally speaks, "i don't know what to say, y/n. you know that i'm in a relationship already and i'm very happy." he says in a very soft and apologetic tone. he looks guilty for having to do this to you.

you had been almost 99% sure that jungkook's reaction was going to be like this. you know he's happy with chaewon, you're aware. but that 1% in you still hoped. you don't know why but it did. and now that reality is slapping you in the face, you feel like you want the ground to crack open and swallow you in. you can't bring yourself to say anything and jungkook senses it, so he continues, "y/n, i am so sorry. i really didn't know you felt this way about me. but i-i can't you know, i'm really sor-"

"jungkook it's okay, i know you don't feel the same about me. you don't have to explain yourself. i respect your feelings and i don't want to make things uncomfortable between us, i never wanted that to begin with. above everything, you're my best friend and i want you to be happy. you don't have to worry about me, i'll be okay. so please, let's just forget about this and let things go back to how they were. please pretend that you never heard what i said and i promise you i'll try my best to get over you. trust me, i'm okay with us just being friends. i really don't want to lose you." you try your best to save yourself from hearing jungkook verbally reject you.

"y/n, are you sure? i really don't want to be the one who's hurt you. you're my best friend. i want to be there for you." jungkook says. he feels like he's in a fever dream. this doesn't seem real to him. his mind is frazzled and he feels frustrated that he can't even comfort you properly. he doesn't know how to when he's the one who's been causing you so much pain without even knowing.

how did he never see it? how did he not know about your feelings at all when he spent almost every waking moment with you and mingyu? was he that stupid? he's so taken aback by the fact that you have romantic feelings for him that he's unable to find the right words to say to you.

"jungkook, i'm fine. i'll be okay i promise. just i need some space for a while please. i don't think i can see you for a few days, i'm sorry. i need some time to get my shit together and i'll be back to normal in no time i swear." you watch as jungkook's expression turns into one of hurt and sadness before you even finish your sentence. this is definitely not how you had imagined your night would go. he looks as if he wants to fight back but then within a second his firm stance falters. he exhales loudly in defeat and nods, looking down.

"i understand," is all he says.

at this point, your emotions are all over the place so you don't know how you do it without breaking down completely but you walk up to him and give him a hug. "we're going to be okay, kook. i'm sorry for doing this." and with that you press a light kiss on his cheek, savouring the moment. you whisper a small 'bye' before you leave, not daring to look back at him. which is why you miss the small tear that escapes jungkook's eyes.

you're almost out of the fair's premises when you hear footsteps behind you. just for a split second, the more vulnerable part of your brain makes you think that it might be jungkook, who has finally realised that he likes you back and wants to be together. but of course, that's far from the reality. instead you turn around to find mingyu. he comes up to you and puts an arm around your shoulder as he starts walking beside you.

"let's get you home, my love," he says.

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"y/n come on, you have to come. i'm not taking no for an answer." mingyu pleads on the phone and you roll your eyes.

"i know you're rolling your eyes, you know that's not going to make me stop. you've been holed up in your place for 2000 years now you have to get out!" he exclaims in frustration.

“don’t be dramatic, gyu. i’m just taking some time to do self care. it’s me time.” you speak into the phone.

“well, i don’t care. you need to get out of the house, you haven't even been attending classes lately. you've missed out on so many assignments. now, i’m coming over in an hour and i need you to be ready by then. bye,” and the line gets cut.

it has been more than three weeks since the horrendous, most embarrassing day of your life. you got rejected by your own best friend and it genuinely felt like your heart was stomped upon. mingyu wasn’t wrong on the call, you have barely left your house since then. you want to avoid jungkook at all costs, you don’t want him to see how pathetic your “getting your shit together” process has been. you simply can’t get over your feelings for him no matter how hard you try. you yourself can feel how much your usual cheerful self has turned into a dull, grey lump of sadness.

you also feel frustrated with yourself, if only you had masked your feelings that day too like you usually do. then you wouldn’t be in this position. you would be hanging out at jungkook and mingyu’s place, joking around with them as per usual. it’s like a big, dark scary cloud of sadness constantly looms over you. you never thought heartbreak would have such a big affect on you.

you let out a loud groan before you get out of bed to get ready. you know mingyu is a man on a mission and he won’t stop today until he takes you out. there is apparently this new cafe that's just opened up nearby and he wants to try their desserts. you hate that mingyu's right. you do need to get out of the house. you definitely can't miss out on any more classes. you sigh as you hop inside the shower. hopefully, going out makes you feel better.

across the road mingyu and jungkook are sitting at the dining table in their shared apartment, silently eating breakfast. jungkook has noticed that mingyu has gotten ready and he figures that he's probably going to see you. jungkook wonders how you've been, he wants to ask mingyu but he's scared of the answer. you looked absolutely distraught that day at the fair. it upsets jungkook so much that even though it was never intentional, he's still become the reason you're hurting. now that he's had more than a few days to process everything that has happened, he realises how the signs were almost always there. he just never paid attention to them.

he never even stopped to think about how he felt about you, not as a friend but as a girl. he always assumed that since all three of you have been childhood friends, it has to stay platonic. never did he dare to even think about crossing that boundary. this was the reason why he was so shocked to learn that you were in love with him. it's still hard for him to fully process this information. so far all he knows is that no matter what, he does not want to lose you. maybe he can't love you the way you want him to but that does not mean he does not care for you.

jungkook clears his throat to catch mingyu's attention, "uh, are you going to see y/n?" he asks nervously. mingyu nods, "yeah, i'm trying to take her out today. lord knows the girl needs fresh air."

"how is she doing?" jungkook inquires. this is the first time he's asked about you in almost four weeks. finally, mingyu thinks. he had dealt with jungkook skirting around inquiring about you for days now, he knew that he wanted to ask about you but was so taken aback by the whole ordeal that he couldn't bring himself to. which is why mingyu feels a weird sense of relief now that jungkook's finally touched the topic.

he exhales and turns around to look at jungkook, "i'm not going to lie to you, man it's been hard for her, but she's trying her best." he pauses as if contemplating if he should say what he says next, "she really likes you, jungkook. so much that she's willing to let her heart break just so she can have you in her life. in any form you want." he says. after hearing mingyu, jungkook feels like he’s unable to breathe, he feels suffocated. his emotions are yet again all over the place. he feels restless, like he’s been left alone out in the middle of an ocean where there is no land in sight. where there’s nothing in his control.

he takes a deep breath and puts his head in his hands, but in the process something clicks. he raises his head abruptly and looks at mingyu, “and what about you?”

mingyu is taken by surprise, he hadn't anticipated that to be what jungkook would say.

"w-what about me?" he stutters, hesitantly. he thinks he has an idea about what jungkook means but it still confuses him as to how jungkook would know.

"come on, gyu, literally everyone and their mother knows that you have feelings for y/n." jungkook is quick to overlook the subtle bitterness the sentence leaves in his mouth.

"i-i don't know what you're talking about," and suddenly it's hard for him to even meet jungkook's eyes.

"you don't have to admit it to me it's okay, i've known it for a very long time though. the real question is, does y/n know?" jungkook asks.

mingyu sighs, there's no point in denying it. "no she doesn't and i don't plan on telling her anytime soon so keep your mouth shut. she's already going to through a lot," jungkook looks down in guilt.

"anyway, i'm leaving now. i'm getting late." mingyu isn't getting late. in fact, he is 10 minutes early but he needs to get out of the house before this conversation goes any further.

"but-"

"okay, bye!"

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"this tea is actually really good!" you beam with contentment. turns out mingyu was right, you really needed this outing. you feel better after stepping out of the house, getting some fresh air, and having a nice, cold matcha bubble tea.

"ah, i'm amazing yeah? you get to enjoy this lovely tea all because of me," mingyu smirks playfully.

you roll your eyes and scoff, "yeah yeah, whatever," as you lean forward to take a bite out of his lemon tart.

usually he would slap your hand away and complain that you always eat his food, but today. today, mingyu watches you with a smile on his face. he's glad to see you finally be at least 40% of your usual self. for the past almost one month, he had given his everything to make you feel better. of course, he did it willingly and not out of any compulsion. he was there at your doorsteps almost every day with everything you would need from a giant tub of cookies and cream ice cream to a bigger tub of fried chicken. he spent hours watching every marvel movie with you, even though he's not interested in the superhero franchise even one bit (well, now that he's seen infinity war, the case is different). most of all, he spent hours listening to you vent about how much you love jungkook and how your heart's been crushed, if only you knew how much he could relate to you.

so now that you're in front of him, smiling genuinely after so many days, he feels elated.

"why are you looking at me like that?" you notice how he's been just staring at you for a while now. your question brings him out of his stupor.

"nothing, i'm just happy to see you like this." his tone still sounds a bit dazed. you smile at him as you take another sip of your drink.

"ah, you cheeseball. don't be embarrassing," you say with a playful tone. you see that his smile just widens and he lets out a small laugh but continues you look at you, his eyes showing something you can't pinpoint.

"thanks, gyu. you played a big role in me feeling better. i really appreciate you being there for me. love you." you continue to speak but this time with sincerity.

"i love you too." mingyu replies, staring directly into your eyes. you were right, something's different, and maybe, just maybe you can tell what it is. for the first time, the look in mingyu's eyes is not one of friendly adoration. it's something more, and it scares you.

but what scares you more is the fact that you don't exactly hate it.

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S-U-G-A✰ Yoongi shows how and where the magic happens up in his lab

✰ smut ✰

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pairing: idol. yoongi x f. idol. reader

word count: ~ 1.24k

tags/warnings: smut; oral sex, semi-public sex, mentions of getting caught, yoongi puts your moans in his song, exhibitionist, squirting, no penetrative sex, praise kink, studio sex, soft dom yoongi, power bottom reader, spanking

Being an idol and dating somebody is hard it's even more troublesome when 2 idols date particularly when one hasn't debuted yet. You were pretty well-known around Hybe and on social media, people were waiting on your group debut just because everyone fell in love with your vocals and visuals. You were taught by the best; momo, Lisa, Jimin, and even Suga of BTS.

Noticing him pass by a lot. you invited him to come give you a small dance lesson and one thing lead to another and all you recall is a moist floor and murky mirrors. Heat entangled in the atmosphere along with unholiness. 

You and he went strong for those 10 months and currently you're a well-known idol, you want you and yoongi to be real. more 'lessons' and long conversations with him. He was what you could only call a flawless boyfriend, only when you did see each other. Staff couldn't find out about it or your members 

"Yoongi. Can we talk?" You questioned him as you tugged him into his studio and locked the door after you. "Speak to me, baby" He voiced as his hands wrapped around your waistline and drew you over to his open legs. "I want us to be official, not public but I want titles and I want my friends and family to know about us." His eyes widened and his lips parted. "I mean do you even look at me as a girlfriend?"

If he was being truthful he loved you but didn't know if you felt the same.

"Baby I felt the same but I know you're young and I didn't know if you wanted to be" He started to blab. "Min yoongi"

"Yes, baby?" "Kiss me," you said as you gripped his face and looked into his dim stunning eyes. His lips merged with yours as his head cocked to the side to let his tongue crash with yours. Moans abrupt from you spoiling the kiss, yoongi hits and grasps your ass

"How about we go public and official, hmm?" He asked before his lips sucked a dark bruise on your sweet spot making your mind turn mushy and smooth. "Mhmm" was all you could call out, just yessing him without comprehending his words.

Yoongi's cold, large ring filled fingers slither up your back to your waist area. Gripping at your pale pink lacey shirt causing it to slide up and pool around your bra. Flipping you around with him now in between your legs, he dropped down to his knees. Wetness trailing your thighs as his tongue leaves soft licks over the plush of the inside of your flesh. "take these off for me, princess" He groaned in between kisses, You raised your ass off the table and slid the shorts down along with your ruined panties.

Leaking hole fluttering as you felt his warm breath fan over your sopping heat, shivers rolled off your spine down to your legs making you shake.

Out of all those times you and him had sex he never ate you out. He even told you about how good his head game is and how he doesn't lie in songs. "Let me take you to Hong Kong, princess" He said with a smirk on his lips right before he dove his lips onto your wet and soft clit. "Bend over this table for me baby". Ass and cunt now full display for him as pre-cum drips out your hole, What you failed to notice was how your mouth was almost in the mic and his computer monitor capturing all your sound's RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE! 2 OF THEM!!

He propped himself under your dripping cunt, His soft plush lips wrapped around your sensitive bundle of nerves. The strong suction of his mouth caused your hands to grip the chair in front of you like it was about to fall to its death off a 20 story building. Your legs closing in on his head as loud lewd moans escaped your mouth, his tongue licked and slurped from your clenching hole back up to your clit that he would flick every time he came in contact with it. "My little princess looks so good getting her cunt slurped up" He praised before he stuck his tongue straight into your desperate clenching hole.

" Fucking eat it" you gasped out as you shoved his head down making his tongue go deeper in your shaking cunt. You felt your juices leaking all in his mouth as he curled his tongue and let out a loud groan in your pussy. "My princess loves the way i eat her cunt doesn't she?" He growled as he took up for air, "Yes suga, love it so fucking much". He made you call him suga during sex because he loved the way you said it, so fucking cute." His hand slapped your ass and his tongue slapped your clit making you grab at his scalp harder. Yoongi's soft groans sent vibrations up your pussy adding fuel to the fire burning the knot deep in your tummy.

You moan scream loudly knowing the fact this room is soundproof, the thought of you overpowering the padding on the walls and some one bursting in the room makes your legs shake and your knees buckle. "Im gonna- fucking cum suga- aughh- Please suga!" loud slurping and sploshing sound filled the room.

His tongue enters your hole again as he grips your hips and fucks you down on it. the knot undone as you pull at his dark strands and yell out his name. His soft tongue coated in white and his whole face soaking wet from the crazy orgasm you just had.

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"Come 'mere baby and hear this". he grabbed your waist and pulled you in between his legs, he placed his headphones on your ears.

"Yea, you know my tongue work, i just sent my bitch on a flight to Hong Kong". You listened to his words but the volume suddenly got a bit higher making you hear every damn sound in the beat, Then it hit you like a bus when you heard it. "Yes suga, love it so fucking much" "OMG!?" you yelled out at him as his little evil laughed bubbled from his throat.

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✉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ minsugy- Omg y/n unnie it sounded like you in the new augstd song"

"Wha? Thats funny, ive never met him but I have to hear the song" you laughed acting as if you didn't the man.

✉! .•°⟡˚ ༘ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ! ᶠʳᵒᵐ nayeonie. YOU FUCKED SUGA???!!!

NO??!!

DONT LIE TO ME Y/N DISPATCH IS ON YOUR ASS

⊹˚. ♡taglist - @chimmy-licious @shescharlie @bangtanattic

[noirgl0w]

hii lucy, I was wondering if you did any headcanons? If you do I wanted to ask you about John B x Childish! Reader???

well hello anon, I'm a sucker for John B x childish! Reader

☾ He loves it, You're not the type of person who does it in a gross, fetishistic way, you're just more immature than the rest, and that drives him and his dad complex crazy.

☾ Everytime you guys go out and you see a stuffed animal that you like, he'll but it to you, It doesn't matter if you're a kook or a pogue, this man is a gentleman, and he will buy it to you even if that means be a little tight on money that month, because I don't know if you knew, but stuffed animals are expensive as hell.

☾ When you go to the beach it seems like you are going with a horde of children, but no! It's just you (And JJ, that guy is worse than you) And your beach toys, you have countless buckets to make sand castles, even a small fishing net that you call a 'jellyfish catcher' because of SpongeBob, you and John B go to the rocky area of ​​the beach to try to catch fish or crabs, but you always end up returning them to the sea because 'John B, what if they have a family? Baby fish can't live without its dad!'

☾ One time you went to Pope and he didn't know about this rule of releasing the fish, so he kept them in a bucket without water, you spent hours crying and literally weeks without talking to him!

☾ You are not one of those couples that when they get into the sea they kiss and have romantic moments, no, you insult Poseidon to make him make bigger waves, you do cartwheels in the water, one time a wave washed you to the shore and John B panicked because you swallowed water!

☾ JJ and you being practically all-terrain, playing fights and you leaving crying every time because the brute can't control his strength! :(

☾ If you're a Picky Eater, the freezer at the château is full of things like chicken nuggets and frozen fries and your dates are at any cheap pizzeria on the Cut or at Burger King or McDonald's, John B isn't complaining, he's not a big fan of posh food places.

☾ John B has a blanket for you in the twinkie in case you get sleepy!

☾ If you have a special stuffed animal, John B will love him, you will treat him like your son because he is your stuffed animal to sleep with, but you hug him more than him, he will start to feel jealous and will try to put it on the other side of the bed so you sleep hugging it.

☾ He will watch you at all the parties, he knows that you are prone to getting lost and he can't let you go around alone, what if you meet a kook who wants to take advantage of you? Or if you want to go home and he's not there to take you? No, you are always by his side, and at some point he will leave you with Kie or Pope (There is no way he will leave you alone with JJ, you are too chaotic!)

☾ You collect shells and make him necklaces and he always wears them :((((

☾ He's always up for some cuddles when you're in your cuddly mode, or a few tickle fights when you're feeling frisky! If you act too much like a spoiled brat and if you don't heed his sweet words of warning he will give you some spanks, but the words of warning are almost always enough.

☾ You two just love each other so much It physically hurts

ugh I need a John B

[kook-net]

[mutable-manifestation]

Red

based on @13thdoodle's drawing Day 4: Red Red Green which is based on this prompt from @danphanwritingprompts.

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For a long, long time the Fenton parents had been the kooks of Amity Park.

But eventually, ghosts became a known quantity. Suddenly it wasn’t so crazy to believe in ghosts.

Suddenly, Fenton Defense equipment was actually a hot commodity - whatever their eccentricities, they knew what they were doing when it came to working with ectoplasm.

Unfortunately, the Fenton’s also went about shouting theories that were - though it took some time - proven untrue in the eyes of the masses. 

All ghosts couldn’t be evil, not when the Box Ghost - for all he shouted about doom - would float away happily if given a box as a gift. 

Not when the ghost of Sidney Poindexter only ever appeared to cheer up bullied students, and only once in a blue moon - the Fenton boy didn’t seem to receive the same courtesy for all that he was the main target given his habit of stepping in and drawing attention to himself to spare other students (perhaps Poindexter just didn't want to make the necessary multiple-times-a-day appearance that it would take).

Not when Phantom did his best to protect them from the ghosts that truly meant them harm - plenty of the older generation might have fallen for the Fentons’ lies after the incident with the mayor and the circus, but plenty were willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Still, whatever people thought of their theories on ghosts’ behaviors and personalities, when it came to simple ectoplasm and biology it was acknowledged that Jack and Maddie Fenton knew their stuff.

Ghost shields worked just like they said they would, their weapons - while poorly aimed - worked just fine in competent hands, and things like ghosts being made purely of ectoplasm seemed to bear out when the ghosts that Phantom fought would - very rarely, ghosts being so much harder to injure than humans - get a scrape and bleed that same neon green.

(The students of Casper High see even more evidence of this when Manson panics at lunch and lipstick-blasts a blob ghost she’d seen out of the corner of her eye. The spray of gore hadn’t appeared to contain anything defined as far as the students could tell through their panic and sadness - thankfully, the blob was able to pull itself back together before zipping away from the incredibly relieved goth.)

And so the facts of life in Amity were thus:

Ghosts are real

Ghosts will attack the city pretty frequently

Phantom will protect Amity from attacking ghosts

Fenton brand ghost equipment is reliable as long as you know exactly what it is meant to do

You will have to ask for details. This is necessary, but you will regret it. Set aside at least 4 hours.

It is best to avoid unknown ghosts until proven safe (either because they are friendly or because they are a Box Ghost level threat).

Ghosts bleed green

And, finally:

7. Despite the number of fights he has been in, whether by skill or sheer dumb luck, Danny Phantom has never bled.

No one ever thought about it, ever wondered.

And why would they? Danny Phantom is dead, and the dead bleed green. No one has to wonder when they already know the answer.

Until the day that Skulker and Technus team up. 

Technus is already captured by the time the cheering crowd appears - familiar enough with Phantom v Skulker fights to see that it is coming to a close and willing to take the newly-decreased risk to get a closer look at their hero in action.

Phantom is already aiming the thermos at a heavily-damaged Skulker when he throws one of he and Technus’ collaborative weapons in a last-ditch effort to escape.

Phantom dodges lower to the ground - the round looks like a net-projectile, he thinks, it should just pass over-head.

It was meant to be an area-of-effect taser. Not that anyone can tell when the haphazardly-assembled device explodes over Phantom’s head just as Skulker is sucked into the thermos.

The crowd screams and reshuffles just out of the way of where Phantom plummets to the ground - they know he can tank a crash, but the explosion is new and worrying. 

The bit of dust clears to Phantom sitting up and holding his head, eyes closed as he groans. 

And then his hand pulls away, and all anyone can focus on is the red, red liquid dripping down his pale face and smeared across his white, white glove and the edge of his hairline.

He stares at his glove, face slack in something like disbelief while the trail of blood curves over his cheek to trail towards his chin and the crowd whispers around him. 

The dead bleed green, the living bleed red. 

Humans bleed red.

And

Is Phantom alive?

At the last, he jolts to attention, slapping on something that is as much a grimace as it is a grin.

“Whaaa-aat? Noooo. This is just paint.” He points at his head as he speaks, rising unsteadily to his feet with his free hand - like gravity matters, like he’s forgotten he can fly. “Why would I bleed red?”

His voice rises too, and the people closest to him - Kwan among them, given Phantom had practically landed on his doorstep - can see the sweat forming on his brow as he speaks. His voice rises to a higher pitch than normal.

The ‘paint’ finally drips to his chin, and falls to splash bright, obvious red-on-white on his collar.

Kwan can just see the cut beyond the blood - where it’s coming from. He pockets his phone and steps forward, worry overtaking any confusion or admiration.

“Phantom-”

Phantom jolts fumbling back a step before his eyes widen and he floats up, into the air like he’d just remembered how.

“Anyway!” Phantom’s voice is practically a squeak and it’s plain to see the tension in every limb. “Gotta go wash off all this paint! Red really isn’t my brand, y’know. Haha. ha.” 

Phantom lives up to his name (does he? Can he? Is he?) and vanishes from sight.

The crowd has all of ten seconds to glance at the specks of red on the ground where he’d landed before an open jug of bleach materializes to fall to its side, contents covering the area.

[kookznoona]

Biblichor; Little Library Love || Oneshot || Jeon Jungkook

Pairing: Dom! Jungkook x Sub! Reader

Written By: @kookznoona @/bts_yniee on Instagram

Rating: 18+, Smut, Swearing

Warnings: SMUT, Mature Language and Mature Content

Genre: Boyfriend! Jungkook Dom!Jungkook Sub!Reader

Description: Library Romance / Slice of Life AU / Library Sex

Word Count: 2.4 K

Summary: No other place could have been better than the place y'all first met; the library.

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The alluring dusk captivated my heart, I found myself grinning while my sight was fixed on to the sky, a shiny beam, more like a crystal radiation, was making some ravishing patterns on my wrist. I turn towards the direction of the beam. The sunlight reflecting back from the glass wall of the library I was standing in front of. I smiled and took my phone out from my clutch. It was our favorite spot. Unlike me, Jungkook was no book enthusiast. I pranced around the library sniffing old books, reading all that piqued my interest while Jungkook came in there to secretly admire me. It didn't take me long enough to notice that he never read a book, yet he never stopped asking me for recommendations. At a point I grew curious and asked him what he actually does here. He simply took a rose out of his jacket and said, "I was tryna gain the courage to ask you out" and the rest was history.

I met him every Friday at the Library, the librarian- Mrs. Williams, was pleased to see the both of us visit the library and help her out. After a not so long time, she offered a part time job to arrange the books in their shelves. Being the organized person that I am, it was cakewalk. Soon, I found a store room that was spacious and dusty but in some way, cozy and intimate, I began cleaning it out occasionally and it soon became a cozy corner for the both of us, we would sit together on the old leather couch, sneak in a VCR and Cup Noodles and watch some pirated cheesy rom-com downloaded off the net. The librarian knew, but she didn't bother to ask much about it. Work was done on time, it was done well and she was no killjoy.

I felt a gentle breeze a bit too harsh, hit my face, making me tug my jacket. Where is he?

"Kookie…Kookie…Kookie....", I was scrolling through my contact list, searching for his number

"There it is", I swiped right, making a phone call to him and started swinging my feet while sitting on a bench.

"전화하려는 번호는 현재 통화 중입니다. 나중에 다시 시도해 주세요.", the automated response says I furrowed my eyebrows until it repeated the same thing in English.

"The number you're trying to call is currently busy. Please try again later."

I started making my way towards the entrance. I silently walked through the hall-way, Mrs. Williams does not like any noise.

I open the door to the room and gaze at the bookshelves and the vintage paintings on the wall. Then, I pull out an old book and sniff in the ambrosial scent. It was always refreshing to be here. I go to my desk, place my bag down. My eyes fall on the corner of the table. The edges of my lips curve into a smile as I trail my fingertips over the carved letter J and a heart on the wooden surface, I look towards the other corner of the room and spot a flower in a vase. 'He never forgets to get it' I think to myself. Mrs. Williams always thought he brought flowers every Friday morning as a kind gesture, but I knew they were for me because they were my favorite kind. I felt my soul sinking into the romanticizing Pacific, remembering how we kissed for the first time here. I was sitting on this table as his huge arms engulfed me with care. The kiss was a tad bit sloppy but oh so filled with love.

I hear footsteps echoing at a slow pace, there she was, Mrs. Williams.

"It's good to see you again Y/N"

"Hello Mrs. Williams"

"I know I shouldn't be asking too many questions, but Where's John Kook?"

My lips curve into a smile, it's been about two years and Mrs. Williams still struggles to pronounce his name correctly, she's so adorable

"It's actually Jungkook"

She twists her eyebrows in confusion, "Sorry dear, him, where is he?"

"I'm not sure really, he's never this late"

"You tell me if he keeps you waiting for too long, I'll speak to him and make sure he won't keep you waiting again, he's a good guy, he'll surely understand"

"It's alright really Mrs. Williams I-"

"The both of you really make a good pair, reminds me of how I fell in love- ah! Those were the days"

Just as she says that, I feel a buzz in my pocket

I turn off my screen with a smile plastered on my face as I take out my diary and start making some patterns. It's been 2 years of dating and I don't think the honeymoon phase will ever be over. Being with Jungkook has been much more than just love. It's the way my body feels home when he caresses me, it's the way the neurons shoot out at high frequencies when he tells me how much he adores me. It's about his golden voice telling me he'll be there for me no matter what and the never-fading beauty that his soul carries around me, a sensitive yet strong man with a comforting aura.

Just as I was lost in my thoughts, I felt someone cover my eyes. It's him. The breeze may have made those hands a little cold, but the temperature never depreciated the comfort of his palms. I instantly felt my cheeks reddening and throat gulping down the excitement to see him again, as I kept my hands on his, bringing them down as I slowly turned to look at him. His doe eyes look fondly at me as his lips curve into a smile. I feign a disappointed face,

"What took you so long?"

"Well, I had to bring something extra special for my girlfriend before I meet her, right?" He winks

"Tell me that's port wine"

"Yes baby, and here's the surprise" he says pulling the cake out of the bag

"Is that my Banana Cake?" I ask, and Excitedly snatch it

"Excuse me, it's for our anniversary"

"Excuse you, this is my cake"

"Y/N, I bought that for the both of us"

"But I will eat the first bite"

"Alright lemme feed you" he says

He takes a slice of the cake and brings it close to my lips and quickly pulls it away and brings it to his, but I think I'm faster, I crash my lips into the cake and accidentally into his lips. My eyes go wide and alert and pull away from him. He gently holds my jaw and pecks me again.

The sweet taste of the cake and wine rolls over my lips. "Why did you drink the wine before me?"

"Why don't you ask my tongue that? It's the one that told you right?" He crashes his lips into mine again, biting my lower lip making me moan into the kiss. I can barely keep up with his pace sometimes, whining for him to slow down. "You like how I kiss you hmm? Slow and Rough, you like Daddy's kisses don't you babygirl?"

I feel my cheeks Reddening, he pecks my cheeks and goes to the door as if nothing happened, "Come in now baby, it's cold in here, let's go to our corner"

He opens the door. The old couch, dvd player and TV welcomes us inside. "Doesn't this feel so home Y/N?" He asks while lighting the scented candle.

"It's always such a comforting place Jungkook, from all the things that have changed in these two years, this will never change, it's dark, cozy and has got a good vibe. Remember when we slept in here after that tiring trip and the librarian never woke us up until 11 AM the next day, and the day when we both argued so much and then we had to fix a shelf and you told me you weren't ever going to come back in here ever and we ended up fixing it together?" I ask

"Hahaha I remember that Y/N, although you've got a promotion and my job has grown quite massive too, I remember coming here when we were mere 9-5 workers and came here the moment the clock striked 6, munching on nachos and watching movies on an old VCR, those moments were the most precious, now look at us, we're so busy with everything, sometimes I feel a little too consumed by all of it"

"Baby, I might always tell you that I'm busy with work, but you're my top priority, your happiness is my happiness, get that?"

"I love you Y/N"

"I love you, and I will never not love you"

"Even when I eat cake before you?"

"You're expecting a bit too much now"

"Alright alright babe, I've got this idea, can I kiss you?"

"From when on earth did you start asking?"

"I never ask?"

"Nope"

"Wow."

"Yep"

"Alright babygirl, can I fuck you?"

"Wait-what no, I mean yes, yes but how"

"Is that a yes or no"

"Jeon you absolute brat, how on earth did you read my mind"

"Don't tell me you wanted to have sex in the library"

"Excuse me? You wanted it too"

"No I didn't" I blatantly lie, tongue in cheek

"Alright then what made you ask me that?"

Jungkook looks away and smirks

"Answer me"

"You aren't wearing underwear Y/N"

I hit his arm playfully, "How did you find out?"

"I might have seen your ass when you bent over to pick up them books and oh that vibrator looked so pretty stuffed in your cunt, can I see it?"

I bite my lip and Excitedly hop towards him.

"Look at my pretty bunny, so excited to cum already, such a horny Little girl, having a stuffed cunt without Daddy's permission"

My eyes go big and cheeks heat up at his words, heart pounding. Calling himself Daddy is so hot. I whimper at his words and he cocks his eyebrow and smirks.

"I- hmhm" I get interrupted by the harsh spank that lands on my ass

"Why don't you give me the remote, hmm? And let Daddy decide your pleasure" he says growling

I nervously hand him the remote, burying my face in his chest

"Why so shy now babygirl? You wanted me to see you bent over earlier? Didn't you?"

He was right and I knew better than to lie to a man with My Pleasure on the tip of His Fingers. Infront me was Jungkook, wearing a harmless light yellow shirt tucked into dangerously tight skinny jeans. His thighs sit thick and unbothered, flexing every once or twice while his cock stands proud and painful in his pants.

He turns up the level and I try not to let a moan fly from my lips.

"Ngh-mhhm"

"That feel good babygirl?"

I dumbly nod in response

Not satisfied with my answer, he spanks me

"Y-yes D-daddy"

"Alright baby, let's see how you can take this"

I feel the sudden increase of vibration between my legs, I struggle to not cum already

"D-daddy gon' cum, pleaseeeee"

"You're a big girl yeah? Take it like a big girl"

Tears start to form in my eyes

"Please, I've been good"

He turns down the level of vibration and my big release is replaced with a feeling of emptyness and frustration

"You're an Asshole! Why didn't you lemme cum?"

"Is that the way you talk to Daddy?" He sternly says

Not responding to him, I pull out the vibrator from my cunt and lick it clean, making sure I suck it at the tip, making him growl at the sight.

"A fucking tease" he scoffs

Before he can say anything else, I crash my lips into his and hurriedly try to take off his pants.

"Gimme your cock Daddy"

He gives me an angry look, bulging his tongue against his cheek.

"Beg, maybe I will"

I sit on his thigh and start to grind against him while rubbing his clothed cock with my fingers. The outline of his cock in his boxers made my mouth water with every passing second. I move up and grind my hips on his hard cock, his underwear acting as the only barrier between my folds and his cock. A whine leaves my lips, "D-daddy please fuck me, I'm sorry, I just wanna be filled with your cock, please D-daddy wanna cum, pleaseee, hmhmm" without any further ado, Jungkook flips me and delivers a hard spank, pushes my panties to the side and enters his cock into my tight cunt, making me mewl.

"What a fucking slut, can't go a minute without Daddy Fucking your pussy, don't think I've Forgiven you, I just can't stand seeing you beg like a fuckin whore" he says thrusting deep into my G-spot

"Yes Daddy, yes-ah" I moan feeling my orgasm getting dangerously close

He feels me clench around him, "Close already? Tsk. Such a horny girl cumming already with just some fucking with Daddy's cock, hahaha baby, realised that Daddy's cock is much better than that measly toy"

His dirty talk was shooting straight to my core

"Oh my Gosh, Please Lemme cum pleaseeeee Daddy"

"What if I don't let you?" He slows down, Jungkook's face is plastered with a sadistic smile, "It's not like my baby apologized, and Daddy is an asshole, right?"

Tears start to wet my cheeks, "Daddy please lemme cum, I'm so sorry, wanna cum so hard on your cock, wanna cum pleaseee"

He chuckles, "Can't think of anything except Daddy's cock, can you?"

I shake my head 'no'

"Look at you, a panting, whimpering mess for Daddy, wanna cum darling? Wanna cream Daddy's cock, wanna make a mess on the couch?"

Having no energy, I dumbly nod

"Cum for me babygirl"

I feel myself getting cross eyed as a huge waterfall of pleasure erupts from me as I release, tears wetting my cheeks with the intense .

"I'm cumming Darling" he whispers and grunts

After a minute of laying besides eachother, he kisses my forehead. "You're so beautiful Y/N, and I will never stop loving you"

"Neither will I, I love you more"

Just as we say sweet nothings to eachother, Jungkook's phone begins to ring.

"Hi Jimin, wassup?"

"I hope you do understand that this is a Library for Christ's Sake the rooms aren't sound proof, good thing I sent Mrs. Williams to the room upstairs"

"Thank you Jimin, why're you here though?"

"What do people do in a Library, Jungkook?"

"Fuck"

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