#mgk x reade

[triplexdoublex]

I’m having such a hard time finding inspiration to write Kells right now but I’ll m hoping with the new era comes new inspiration. But in the meantime would y’all murder me if I wrote a 2 part Chase/Huddy fic virginity fic?

[readychilledwine]

Requiem for a Dream

Part one - Home

After 50 years without his mate, Rhysand is finally free and Home.

Warnings - Rhysand's SA trauma is alluded to, depression is alluded to, terrible self care is seen from Rhiannon the OC. Oh, and as always unedited 💜

A/n - this ended up being a 4 part thing, and they are all scheduled to be posted 2 days apart (because I don't want to make you all wait when I am PROUD of the final smut scene) Each jumps is month into Rhysand being home. Each part gets spicier with time. Each part was also written with different songs involved and in mind. "Home" by MGK, Bebe Rexha, and X Ambassadors was trapped in my mind during this part

Part Two Part Three Part Four

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Rhys collapsed on the floor of the House of Wind. He was panting before finally breaking down. His arms wrapped around his torso as sobs tore through him. "Rhys?!" The sound of heels slapping against the floor came before arms were around him. "You're home."

He found himself clinging to Mor, head buried into her neck. "Mor, what happened?" A deep voice came into the room followed by heavy foot steps. "Rhys? Az!" Mor pulled away, allowing Cassian to fall before Rhys and pull him into another tight hug. "Let's get you inside, brother."

Rhys allowed him to support him and move him into the living room. Shadows had begun to scurry, moving with a purpose as Azriel appeared in the room and then froze. He walked to Rhys as if he was seeing a ghost, his scarred hands holding his face before his own tears began to fall and they embraced.

"Why are we all gathered in the living room? Food is that-" Amren stopped mid sentence, dropping the flute of blood she was holding. Azriel released Rhysand, backing away to be held by Cassian as the ancient being approached. "Do not ever scare us like that again, boy."

Rhys couldn't help but to laugh and nod before feeling shocked as Amren buried her face into his chest and held him. The Inner Circle stood in silence and tears. Before the question Rhys had since landing finally came out of his mouth. His voice was broken, confidence leaving his body as he asked, "Where is my wife?"

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Rhiannon was hunched over a desk. She was reading through countless reports that had suddenly shown up once the barrier broke.

She refused to go to dinner, choosing to instead distract herself with work. The House had tried pulling her chair from under her, a shadow had tried dragging her out of his office, and the faelights had flickered indicating to her someone had entered her home, but Rhiannon didn't move.

She'd rather work herself to death or starve than get her hopes up that her mate was finally home. She'd rather be burned on an Autumn Court Pyre than allow her heart to break any further than it had.

50 years. 50 long years without Rhysand. Without hearing his laugh. Without the smell of citrus and salt. Without feeling his hands on her body, his lips on hers. 50 years without hearing the sound of his voice. She was broken. Broken from the nightmares he unknowingly sent down the bond. Broken from his last words to her being a command to stay in the House of Wind. Broken from feeling the bond they had never closed grow colder than ice.

Another shadow came, Weaving into her hair to let her know her true brother, Azriel, was thinking of her. That he wanted her to come downstairs and eat. "Tell your master I will eat later. I'm busy reading 50 years of reports from Illyria."

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Azriel sighed deeply, looking at Cassian and shaking his head. "She's going to work herself to death." Cassian whispered as they watched Rhys stare at her chair. "He needs her."

Azriel stood. "I will be right back." Rhysand shook his head, standing next.

"You stay. I'll go." He took his whiskey with him, moving out of the room. "I'll be back soon. I'll just pull rank on her."

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Rhiannon sighed in annoyance as the door opened. "I told you I'd eat later, Az. Fuck off." Rhys watched her. Her long dark brown hair was falling in waves to her hips. Her hazel eyes were reading through paper after paper, marking things she had questions over before moving to the next.

She was wearing a beautiful black dress that dipped low in the front, allowing him a view of her tan skin, of her full breasts, her toned stomach. She was thinner than when he had left, causing his heart to ache. He sat across from her, slightly shocked when she didn't look up. He wanted to pull her into his lap, to hold her, to cry into her shoulder. But he would wait. Wait until they had spoken about the choices he made.

"Just say what you want to say and leave, Azriel. I'm genuinely not in the mood."

He chose then to open the bond. It flooded both of them, causing Rhiannon to drop the paper she was holding. "There's 50 years of things I'd like to say to you, wife." He took a sip of his whiskey as she was taking uneven breaths to try to regain stability from the emotions taking over her own. "I'd prefer to eat first though, and then we could speak later tonight at the River House. Away from everyone else." She gave him no reaction. Shock was sitting in the middle of their bond, blocking him from her feelings, her mind, her needs.

"Please come eat with us. I-" His eyes squeezed shut as her emotions began to hit him. Her longing, her love, her needs, her stresses. "I need us all to eat together. I need family dinner. The papers can wait. They've waited 50 years, darling."

Rhiannon stood, moving to be directly in front of her husband as he stood. She had not spoken. Hands shaking as she lifted them to touch his face before stopping. He realized slowly that she already knew. She knew what had happened to him. What he had done. "You were actually there in those dreams, weren't you?" His voice was broken as he tried to step away from her before her hands shot to his wrists. "Rhi-"

"Please don't pull away from me. I won't touch you without your permission. I'll do whatever you need. Just please don't do what I can feel you thinking about."

Rhys nodded. His own hands trembling as he laced their fingers together and took a deep breath. "It might be awhile, Rhiannon."

She shook her head rapidly. "I don't care. It doesn't matter as long as you are here. I'd wait forever for you." The sentence was all it took for him to pull her into his arms, releasing a sob of relief as she whispered how much she loved and adored him.

[daydreamingatnight209]

Me actually writing and posting? What??? 😱😱😱

Enjoy some Colson content my lovelies 🥰

As usual Feedback is welcome, HATE is not ; if you don’t like it, don’t read it. ✨💕

“I’m Here, Go Back to Sleep”

MGK x Female Reader

Warnings - None. Just pure fluff!

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Waking up to an empty bed these days wasn’t unusual these days, with the album deadline slowly creeping up day by day, Colson spent almost all of his hours in the studio, working himself to the bone to produce an album everyone can enjoy.

With your own workplace continuously overworking you, sleep or time didn’t come easily to you either. You couldn’t remember the last time both you and Colson had actually spent more than a few minutes at a time together in the same room and it was starting to become very lonely.

Leaving the cold and empty bed, after another night of hopeless tossing and turning, you sigh and drag yourself downstairs to the kitchen. Preparing for another day to survive on coffee you make one for both yourself and your boyfriend who didn’t even leave the studio last night. It was most likely he fell asleep there in the very early hours of the morning.

While the lack of sleep wasn’t new for Colson, it certainly was for you and you could feel it slowly starting to affect your mind and body.

You grab him a change of clothes, a blanket for yourself and his favourite aftershave before crossing over from the house into the converted studio space.

With the band already in session, you slipped in almost undetected, but as always, your eyes caught Colson’s immediately. You give him a small smile and walk over to give him what you had brought over.

“Babe, what are you doing up so early? You look exhausted” he whispers as he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You let out a small laugh and set yourself down on the closest chair.

“Gee, thanks Col”

After a quick clothes change and the others leaving in search for food, Colson calls you over to the desk he’s working at.

“Come, let me hold you” he mumbles, stretching his long arms out in your direction.

Wrapping the blanket tightly around you, you walk over to your lover and wrap yourself around him so you were straddling him. He holds you tightly and sways gently.

“You need to get some proper rest, baby, you are going to make yourself ill” he tells you softly.

You giggle to yourself at his concern for you, knowing full well he wouldn’t take his own advice even if you begged him.

“I’ll rest when you do” is your answer and you can practically feel him rolling his eyes at you, despite not actually being able to see him as you rest your head in the crook of his neck.

The two of you sit there quietly, as colson continues to sway you and hum a track from the new album into your ear.

Despite not being able to sleep properly, something about being in colson’s arms after so long, settles you and you cannot fight the call of sleep that beckons you. Your eyes close slowly and without protest as you rest against the frame of your man, the feeling of safely enveloping you.

Colson smiles down at you, tenderly, the look of frustration and stress leaving your features as you snore lightly.

He would be lying to himself if he said he hadn’t missed these small intimate moments with you and did feel quite guilty for not making more time for you while in the process of doing this next album. You never once complained and took everything in your stride which is on of the many things he loved about you.

He couldn’t wait to look after you and treat you to something special as a way of thanks for all your support when the album was complete.

His train of thought was interrupted as he heard everyone coming back to continue the session. He panicked slightly as they all barged through the door and glared at them in an effort to silence the rowdiness they were currently displaying.

“Shhh! She hasn’t slept properly in weeks and I swear if any one of you wake her up! …” Colson hisses at his friends, before looking down at you to ensure you were still peacefully sleeping.

Slim is the first to put his hands up in mock surrender, a smirk plastered on his face as he leads the group back out the door, but he was secretly glad that this would mean Colson would be forced to take a break, even if it was just an hour or so. He knew he definitely needed one.

Once alone again, Colson lifts you up with ease and carries you over to the sofa, laying you down and climbing in beside you. He wraps his arms back around you settles in. The movement causes you to stir slightly, your eyes still closed you mumble for your boyfriend not to leave you.

“Shh baby, I’m here, go back to sleep”

[dawnagustd]

thirst trap || jjk

↠ title: thirst trap ↠ pairing: demon!jungkook x female reader ↠ genre: angst | fluff | smut | supernatural | strangers to lovers?? | fangirl!reader | rockstar!jungkook | wannabe edgy!reader | p*rn without much plot | kinda like soulmates but he doesn’t have a soul lol | happy ending!! ↠ summary: After months of shooting your shot, Deadly Svn’s lead singer, Jungkook, finally messaged you back—with some coordinates? Where will they take you?... And what will be in store for you when you arrive? ↠ rating: R/18+ ↠ word count: 10.6k ↠ warnings: (This story may be extremely triggering for some readers. Please proceed with caution and read all warnings.) strong language | jungkook with painted nails and piercings | blasphemy | smoking | alcohol comsumption | injuries and wounds | one use of the word “daddy” in a nonsexual way | religious/biblical themes | jungkook isn’t buying reader’s image | mentions pregnancy | mentions strict/religious parents | blood and acts that involve blood including consumption | blood intoxication? | rituals(kinda) | jungkook has inhuman strength of course | mentions murder and sacrifice | dark themes | rude but clueless!jungkook | explicit sexual content(everything is consensual) | bdsm themes | unprotected sex | oral sex | dom!jungkook | sub!reader | teasing | fingering | scent kink | blood play | sadism and masochism | rough sex | spitting | face/throat fucking | eye contact | temperature play | deep throating | jungkook has horns, talons, and fangs…oh and a forked tongue | pain kink | spanking | dacryphilia | oral sex | outdoor/desert sex | praise kink | degradation | name calling | erotic humiliation | consensual sexual torture & punishment | orgasm control & denial | edging | backshots | hair pulling | missionary | creampie | choking | gagging | sex in the dirt and it gets on their body and that’s hot to me? | marking/scratching/biting | jungkook has a big demon dick and his cum is warm | belly bulge | cervix touching | possessive!jungkook | reader is treated as an object and nothing more | tit slapping | nipple play | tongue fucking | hand holding | light power play dynamics | strength kink | jungkook lowkey worships her ass | manhandling | cum eating/swallowing | multiple orgasms | multiple positions | grinding | squirting | accidental voyeurism | a demon’s form of aftercare (if that makes sense lol)....sorry if i missed something. ↠ author’s note: Not embarrassed to say it took me a year to write a pwp lol. I love this story though lol. Shoutout to my beta readers @taechwitaaah​ & @emwhygee​ for being my knights in shining armor because this would not be here without them. There may be some mistakes because I added stuff behind their backs lol The next shout out goes to may amazing banner/divider creator @jeonqkooks​ / @itaeewon​ isn’t it beautiful!!! I love it!! This was written for the Bangtan Seven Deadly Sins Collab and K-Vanity’s Bucket List Event. I hope you like it. ↠ playlist: Roc Me Out by Rihanna | Crew Love by The Weeknd & Drake | Emo Girl by Willow & MGK | Fear by Seventeen | Invincible by MGK & Ester Dean | Low Life by Future & The Weeknd | Beautiful by Eminem 

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Invincible.

That’s how you feel as the warm breeze whips your arm hanging out of the driver’s side door. Nothing but open road and miles of dirt terrains surround your tiny sports car. The smell of your hair products fills the air as the wind sends your curls flying in every direction. A glance in the rearview mirror through your dark lens-covered eyes reveals that your previous style has become wild and blown out. However, there is nothing a brush and a hair tie can’t fix.

There are far more important things on your mind.

The message came through around 3 AM and by 5 AM, you were on the road, headed nearly 2000 miles outside of your hometown to see the biggest rockstar this world has ever seen.

Not to see him live or anything like that; you could never afford that on a barista’s salary, but you can use your allowance to visit a church retreat. That’s exactly where you told your parents you were going when you withdrew $3300 from your savings. 

Of course, you can never go back to your life there now that you’ve lied to go “see the devil” as they would put it, but the thing is. You don’t want to. 

All you want to do is travel and see the world they speak so poorly of. Everything you’ve ever been taught came through the mouths of bigots who held themselves higher than anyone who did not worship their God. 

From the start of life, you walked the path they’d beaten for you. But once you turned 18, all of hell broke loose. For three years, you’ve lived a double life—spending Sunday through Friday as a well-mannered young lady while you partied on the weekends.

Even though you hate university, it’s also the best thing that ever happened to you. You met friends, learned how to lie—and discovered sexual desires you never thought you had.

However, all that wasn’t enough for a caged bird like yourself even. You started hanging out with a group of people who didn't attend college and spent most of their time idolizing their favorite rock gods. That’s how it happened.

That’s how you found him.

Jungkook’s hair was long, he wore leather pants with his shirt ripped open, chest and abs exposed—he was the definition of a deity because he owned every piece of the stage and the crowd surrounding him. His eyes were pitched black and made out to be soulless, but somehow you still found a spark in them. A passion for the music that you felt you shared with him.

It’s like you read his emotions that no one else could see. As delusional as it sounds, you felt connected.

So, you found his Instagram, you liked his pictures, and you flooded his comments. You even became brave enough to DM him every day. 

You’ve always said that you’d stop if he asked you to, but the thing is, he never did. He hasn’t replied either. Well, up until yesterday.

You were on his account looking at his photos, when suddenly you received a direct message. You don’t have many real friends, and you figured it was just one of them sending you a link or something. It didn’t click in your mind until you opened your messages and saw his profile icon and username.

For the first ten minutes, you screamed into your pillow, but then you realized it could be a bot or maybe his account could be hacked. However after opening the message, you discovered a picture of a note.

Written in his handwriting were coordinates to an unknown location. Your first reaction was to look them up, but it only provided an empty piece of land. Because you were skeptical, you asked him about the location but received no reply. 

After a while, you concluded that maybe his home is located there, and the global satellite hasn’t picked it up yet. That’s what you wanted to believe, at least. And that is what persuaded you to pack a bag and abandon your life.

If you were being honest with yourself, you knew it was on your mind anyway. You’re a thrill seeker; every day you thought about packing your shit and leaving just because you were bored. 

You aren’t afraid of not knowing the future or taking a leap, so that’s why despite knowing this is a bad idea, you said, “fuck it.”

Fuck what your religious parents have to say, to hell with your studies, and goodbye to that boring ass town. You’re thirty miles away from meeting the lead singer of Deadly Svn, and your heart is racing with adrenaline.

You spent the night at a hotel and left to meet him at the location about two hours ago. Every few hours, you try to update him, but now you have no signal to contact him. You hope he’s home and security doesn’t call the cops.

The optimism you had before leaving your hometown slowly fades as you get closer and closer, but no sign of life of residency comes into view. You start to believe this was just a joke to get back at you for being so thirsty. 

All of your plans to tell him how much you love his music and how you adore his courage to be different seem to be a waste of all the time you practiced in the mirror, so you don’t stammer and trip over yourself. You start to think you’ll never be able to tell him how much he’s changed your life for the better or how you’ll save up enough to see him live one day. 

Your expectations sink lower as your GPS takes you off the highway and into the wilderness. 

A dirt storm begins to form, prompting you to roll up your windows so that the particles don’t travel into your interior. You can barely see five feet ahead, but you keep going until you hear,

“Your destination is up ahead. You have arrived.”

You sit waiting and holding your breath until the dirt settles. Whirlwinds cover your car in a tan gritted coat of dry soil, but it doesn’t matter to you when your feelings are on the line.

You brace yourself for the worst, and once it’s clear, you know you’ve done right. Absolutely nothing lies in front of you, and your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. You pull out your phone and try to send a message over and over, but ultimately realize that you can’t. 

It dawns on you that he’s not coming after several minutes of waiting. You’re hurt, heartbroken if you’re being honest with yourself. There’s no denying how high your hopes were despite the probability being highly unlikely, so you don’t even bother holding back the scream that erupts in your throat.

Your fists punch the steering wheel multiple times, releasing your frustrations on your beloved car. Your hands still tremble long after your outburst is over. 

Sighing, you grab your bag off the floor and look for something to tie your hair up so that it doesn’t blow in your face once you step outside for a smoke. You find your brush and a scrunchie then get to work. 

The process lasts about a minute, and once you have a ponytail secured, you throw the brush on the seat and grab your cigarette pack and lighter.

A gust of air hits your cunt when the door opens, and you place a foot on the ground. You push down your little black dress to shield your fishnet and panty-covered center from the elements.

Once you’re out of the cramped space and soothed with the first inhale of nicotine, your body slowly starts to cool down. You take in the scenery as you exhale—observing all the dry land and dehydrated vegetation around you.

It’s eerily quiet as the sun enters the beginning stages of setting into the horizon. There’s so much silence that you become uncomfortable with being the only person out here, so exposed and vulnerable to whatever ominous presence that your mind thinks is watching you.

Your breathing is as shaky as your limbs. You’re barely able to hold the cigarette between your fingers due to your lack of stability. 

With another slow drag from the stick, you close your eyes and let your head loll back as your car supports your weight. You breathe out and are momentarily taken away to a place in your mind that holds your peace. You channel it and allow it to lead you to your next move.

Maybe a minute or so goes by and you’re completely lost within your thoughts, going over “where to” next or what you’re going to do about living arrangements and money. It’s something you planned on figuring out after your meeting, but since you’ve been played it’s all you have left to think about.  

While in your trance, you don’t notice that there’s a car speeding towards you, stirring up dust and dirt, until the loud music fills your ears. You open your eyes and turn in the direction of the highway. That’s when you see the black old school with the tinted windows, classic rock blasting through the speakers. You don’t know for sure, but your immediate guess is that it’s him.

The vehicle pulls alongside yours and comes to a stop behind the engine dies. You stand frozen, waiting for someone to climb out of the driver or passenger seat. But nothing happens, and more minutes pass.

You narrow your eyes to look inside while taking a hit from your cigarette, but you can’t see anything because the windows are too dark. A part of you wants to approach it, but you never get the opportunity.

“You shouldn’t play with those, love.” 

A man’s voice breaks the thick silence, and the cigarette is snatched from your hand. Your head whips in the direction of the source. The world stops when you lay eyes on the person. 

“They’re bad for you,” the man adds as he brings the cigarette to his lips. There’s no mistaking his black-painted nails or multiple piercings and tattoos.

It’s him. Jungkook is standing beside you.

Your mouth is open as you watch him inhale the entire thing in one breath until only the butt remains. He plucks it and sends it flying out of his hand then turns toward you. His body leans against your car while he takes a moment for his eyes to drink you in.

You do the same. However, the expressions on your faces differ. Jungkook’s face remains expressionless while he’s checking you out, but you, on the other hand, are nearly drooling in awe.

He’s even more breathtaking in person. He stands tall and broad, shoulders wide, and a dominance that can captivate you from miles away. He claims it all without a word spoken and that makes him even hotter, more desirable. 

His features only add to your attraction to him. This new look of his has been your favorite from the start. Jungkook set standards for rock that many were too afraid to try. He ditched the dark and mysterious look and went with what he wanted. 

The icy blue paired with the dark roots of his undercut is something you’d expect to clash, but he pulls it off well. His low cut allows you to see the piercings that adorn his ears, something you’d have to strain to make out on camera, but now it is presented to you up close and personal. You’d be stuck on the silver jewelry forever if there weren’t other parts of him you weren’t dying to check out.

Like the way his tongue absentmindedly pokes at his lip piercing. Or how he lifts his eyebrow slightly while he stares at you. You can’t ignore how defined his pecs are, even in his loose-fitting sweater.  Or the way his jeans hug his sculpted thighs.

Immediately, your mouth starts to babble.

“Oh, fuck. It’s you… I’m your biggest fan. I love all of your music… Every song. And I—”

“Enough of that.” He waves his hand and shushes you. Your lips don’t utter another word after he’s asserted his dominance. “I came to talk about you.”

You nod and swallow back whatever it is you were going to say. It can wait, you figure. If he wants to talk about boring you, then so be it.

“So, love.” He approaches you with his hands linked behind his back. His long lashes cover most of his eyes. However, the glossiness of his orbs still give off a small glint that makes them as dreamy as they are hazy. “What’s the problem?”

Your pulse quickens as he inches closer, heart nearly bursting through your skin when his chest touches your arm. Jungkook’s body presses against you as he interrogates you. Though the weather is nice, your palms still sweat profusely. However, your composure doesn’t falter, and you look him in the eye as you speak.

“There isn’t a problem. I really do love your music and—”

“You know that’s not what I’m talking about,” he interrupts.

Well, fuck.

Somehow, your reason for being here slips your mind. You were so excited to actually see him standing next to you, the fact that you’d have to take accountability for your actions got put on the back burner.

Nevertheless, you put on a brave face and confess your sins. Jungkook patiently waits for an answer from you.

“Well,” you start, sighing before you continue to eliminate the shakiness in your voice. “There’s still not a problem or anything on my end but I can understand you must be frustrated with my spamming.”

“I’m not tired, I’m curious, actually.”

You frown. “Why so?”

“Because…” Jungkook’s eyes roll with wonder as he pretends to be in thought. His gaze is directed toward you once he’s done. “I just wanna know how far you’ll go for attention.”

“Attention?” you repeat.

Jungkook nods.

“Yeah. It’s obvious that’s what you want. Am I right?”

“No, you’re not. That’s not why,” you reply, a bit defensive. Maybe that’s partially true, but the way he says it doesn’t sit right with you. “I just—”

“Wanted me to notice you?”

A coy smile threatens to form on Jungkook’s face.

“Yeah,” you confess. “But it’s not what you think.”

“How do you know what I’m thinking?”

“Well—”

“Well…”

You sigh and admit defeat.

“You’re right, I guess.”

“I am,” Jungkook scoffs. “I’m always right.”

You look straight ahead. There’s a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach because this isn’t going as planned. You spent hours practicing and perfecting each syllable only to be sideswiped by Jungkook’s wit.

He’s reading you so hard you’re scared to think too loud.

“I bet…” He shifts and positions himself in front of you, blocking your view with his body. “I bet there’s even a reason behind this.”

Jungkook gestures toward your figure with his hands, but you’re still clueless.

“My outfit?”

He agrees with a nod.

“But not just that. Everything about you… Including that recycled persona you’re rocking is nowhere near who you really are, is it?”

“No, this is me,” you deny. “I’m not sure who you expected.”

Jungkook reaches out, startling you so you jerk away. He chuckles and then proceeds to take the tiny silver crucifix hanging from your chain between his fingertips. Then he looks at you with a smirk.

“This girl,” he whispers. “That’s who I wanna meet.”

He abandons the jewelry and steps away from you. You release the breath you were holding while his back is turned. His enticing smell still lingers in the evening air, traveling through your nostrils as you inhale it deeply for remembrance.

“You bring her out, and you might get what you want,” he proposes.

Copying his phrase, you continue the banter.

“How do you know what I want?”

Jungkook turns around swiftly, creating a gust of wind as his body turns. He returns to his spot in front of you and leans down so that he’s eye level with you.

“Because I can see everything… Right down to your righteous little soul,” he informs. Jungkook’s voice drops octaves lower, giving you chills and goosebumps along your arm. “You think this is a gimmick, don’t you?”

His eyes begin to bleed black and eventually become saturated with dark ink. Your reflexes cause you to gasp, but you aren’t surprised. You know. You’ve always known.

“No, I don’t,” you answer truthfully. “I know what you are. That’s why I’m not afraid.”

You watch as his face transforms from the handsome features of a man to the characteristics of a monster. However, despite the flare of his nostrils or his clenched jaw, there’s still the same twinkle in those dark eyes, and you fall deeper for the rawness of his true identity.

“So why are you clutching that?” he questions, eyes shifting to your necklace. You didn’t realize you’d grabbed it in your state of shock. “An obedient one, you are.”

His smile grows, revealing his sharp fangs. The heat that radiates from his body has you tempted to move closer, but you hang onto your self-control. Your breath hitches as you’re suddenly met with his thick black talons, coming forward to tap your cheek.

“I like it, baby. I really do, but the thing is…” He gently drags his nail down your skin, and your eyelids flutter shut. One would naturally be afraid of such a creature, but you can’t help but find yourself intrigued by the things your parents begged you not to let in. “You can’t play for both teams.”

The warmth vanishes as he retracts, and you miss it almost immediately. You open your eyes and find him creating some distance.

“What do you think I am, love?”

You only catch the ending of what he says, entirely caught up in the way he touched you or the way his stare penetrated your soul.

“Huh?”

He laughs. “You say you know. Well, what do you know?... Who do you think I am?”

You stare at the broadness of his shoulders, getting lost again until he looks back with a raised brow. 

“If you aren’t going to talk, I can leave—”

“You’re one of the fallen. A damned soul,” you quickly reply.

“Very close. But not exactly true, sweetheart.” Jungkook turns around but stays rooted to his spot. Instead, you step closer, feeling braver than before. Your hand abandons your necklace and returns to your side. Jungkook looks down at you as you approach him, his lips forming a lopsided grin. 

“Really?” you ask, and he nods.

“Mhm. Bet you don’t even know why you’re here, do you?”

“No,” you answer. “I have no idea. But I’m still glad you invited me.”

“You think you’re the only pretty girl I invited?”

You bite your tongue just in time after almost throwing out an insult in retaliation for your hurt feelings. You’re not gullible; you knew, but he still didn’t have to say it. 

You exhale through your nose when he begins to circle you like a shark stalking its prey. You don’t want Jungkook to know it upsets you, but something tells you he already knows it.

“Jealous little thing, huh?” he teases, his hand brushing against the bottom of your dress, gently grazing your ass. Who cares if it was intentional or not; it felt fucking great. “You want it all to yourself. I know the feeling, love.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lie.

Jungkook doesn’t believe it, of course.

“Sure you do.” His hands find your shoulders, and he levels his lips with your ear. You shudder, and he feels it. The reaction brings a smirk to his face. He whispers, “You can stop me, you know?”

“I don’t want to,” you answer truthfully. 

“Hm, that’s interesting.” 

Jungkook’s nose finds its way to your neck. He inhales deeply and hums while his large hands run up and down your arms. Every part of his is hot to the touch so your feverish flesh is scorching due to the friction. Your knees buckle when he starts using his lips to caress you instead of his nose.

He breathes out his words, making everything he says sound vulgar and sweet. 

“You think you can handle me, love?” Jungkook asks, teeth grazing your skin in the midst of his trail of open-mouth kisses.

Jungkook sways, and his crotch rubs against your lower back. You can feel his desire growing as time ticks by.

You make sure your answer is as confident as the boner in his jeans. “I know I can.”

However, Jungkook isn’t as convinced as you are.

“Well, if that’s the case… Why don’t you prove it?” he insists, amusement finding its way back into his smile.

Your body tenses when he grabs your face and forces you to look at him, knowing the effect he has on you. But no matter how sexy he looks with wet lips and lust-filled eyes, your ego doesn’t shrink.

“I can do that too,” you boast.

“Oh, I hope so, baby,” Jungkook chuckles. “You know why?”

“Why, Jungkook?”

Your stomach flips when his laughter fills your ears, his pitch lowering until it reaches a level no human is capable of forming.

“Because I’ve been waiting for you to fuck up for too long.”

All you feel is his arm snake around your waist before he spins you and pins you against his car. You hiss as your breasts are being pressed against the scolding glass of his vintage masterpiece. His hips keep your lower half pinned to the vehicle while his hands grab your arms and place them on the roof.

Your thighs and chest burn from the blistering heat, but you grit through it because the way his body feels on yours takes your mind off of the pain.

Jungkook’s nose audibly inhales your flesh while his hands move down your body, lifting your dress so he can grind against your ass. They move up again and find your boobs, and he kneads both mounds in his hands.

“Fuck, you’ve been a bad girl, love,” he states. “So, so bad.”

“No I haven’t,” you smirk, rubbing your ass against his dick. “I’m an angel.”

Jungkook scoffs.

“You wish.”

He abandons your tits to give your ass some attention. You bite your lip when he separates and squeezes your folds, complimenting you on how soft it feels in his grasp.

“My, my, my…” he sighs. “Baby, this piece of ass is the only thing I’d ever thank God for.”

His praise makes you smile proudly.

“You’re so fucking soft, and so damn beautiful… I can’t wait to ruin this body. You’ve got no idea, love,” Jungkook continues.

“Show me, then. Teach me a lesson,” you challenge.

Jungkook’s menacing laugh fills your ears, and chills go through your body. Your burning skin has adapted to the searing exterior at this point.

“Sweetheart, do you know what I do to pretty girls like you out here?” One hand slips between your thighs and the other grabs your face. He lifts your head and angles it toward his dark eyes. You instantly get lost in them. “You wanna know what I do to them?”

Jungkook’s middle finger slides back and forth against your tights and lace panties, the sharpness of his nails threatening to rip the fabric strand by strand. Your lips quiver and beg for him to kiss you, but you keep focus on the conversation. 

“Tell me.”

He smiles and reveals his fangs. However, it doesn’t startle you for one second. He intrigues you as much as he attracts you. You want to see more. You want to learn about who he really is.

“Well,” he starts, gently turning your head and laying it against the surface. Your shadow has blocked the sun and cooled down that portion of the vehicle so your cheek doesn’t burn like your arms and thighs did.

“It starts with desperation. No matter how hard you try, I’ll never give you a response,” he informs. “I wait. I’ll wait years if I have to.”

While he speaks, his digit teases your clit. A smirk forms on his lips when he draws a small moan from your throat. He moves to your opening and applies a small amount of pressure, threatening to break the material and enter your pussy.

“Then, whenever I feel like you’re ripe enough for me to devour, I call… And they always come running.”

“Jungkook,” you gasp when his talon pierces your clothing and tears a hole, thinking he’s going to give you what you desire. But he doesn’t, and he shushes you to silence.

“Shh. Let me finish talking, love.”

“Okay,” you whimper, trying your best to keep it together.

He whispers in your ear. “Good girl.”

You shudder when his bare fingertips actually come in contact with your heat. Your hips move for friction, but it’s not nearly enough. 

Jungkook’s lips return to your neck so he can litter your skin with his teeth. The sting that comes with his bite leaves your flesh tingling and radiating with a sharp pain.

“You know what happens when I get them out here?... All alone,” he asks you, and you shake your head.

“No. I don’t.”

That’s when he admits his true intentions of messaging you back.

“First, I fuck them.” 

His finger dips into your wetness and he collects your arousal. He uses it to easily glide the pad of his digit over your throbbing bundle of nerves and you instantly become mush in his arms.

“Then…”

Jungkook’s other hand grabs your throat, and his sharp black nails tap against your jugular. It’s like his vision is trained on the veins that store the blood pumping through your body. It’s impossible for you to focus on how he’s taunting you with the sharpness of his talon when he’s providing pleasure between your legs. 

It gives you a rush, the thought of him tearing your skin with those dagger-like nails makes you shiver with anticipation. Your heart rate speeds up and Jungkook chuckles as if he can hear it racing. The longer his eyes watch you in this position, the more you forget about his pending statement until he reminds you.

“...I devour them.”

A shriek escapes you as his nail drags across your skin, creating a shallow cut on the left side of your neck. It isn’t deep but blood drips down your chest, nearly disappearing underneath your dress. However, Jungkook spins you around before it can reach that far.

His thick forked tongue darts out of his mouth, ready to taste whatever it can access. Your skin sizzles with heat as he drags it over your blood-stained body. 

“I fucking knew it,” he groans, lifting his head to look at you. Jungkook grabs you by the neck and gives you a disapproving look, steam rising from his body and black horns casually growing from his head.

Your wide eyes watch without a single blink, too afraid you’ll miss a part of the transformation. You’re mesmerized when you should be terrified. 

“I can smell everyone you’ve whored around with,” he explains, growling his words out. “And… I can taste them. This won’t do, love.”

Jungkook takes a breath and dives back in, attacking your wound with the desire to consume your blood and cleanse you of whatever he feels is bad for you. Your eyes roll, and the more he takes the more lightheaded you become. You feel as if you’re floating, and nothing can bring you down but the man that’s holding you close and robbing you of your need for survival.

It’s easy to let yourself slip away, but you’ve been high before. You know your limits, so you tap Jungkook’s shoulder to get his attention. He’s also hit with the realization of how long he’s been drinking from you and extracts himself immediately.

His face is painted red when he pulls away, but he still looks amazing. Maybe even hotter. His swollen lips are so enticing. You want to taste them so bad.

“If only you knew how good you taste now,” he whispers, licking his lips while he stares at you.

You don’t respond with words. Instead, you reach and grab his face, stealing the moment you’ve been anticipating forever. Your eyes close naturally and you don’t stop yourself from getting lost in the moment.

The first taste that lands on your tongue is the bittersweet essence of your blood. You moan into his mouth, letting him know you understand what he meant now that you’re experiencing it as well. 

Jungkook’s arms pull you closer to his body. You’re enveloped in his warmth and enjoying the way his hand gives your ass squeezes of appreciation. When he smoothly slips his long-wet muscle into your crevice, you finally get the opportunity to taste him like you wanted and he literally takes your breath away.

Eventually, you both become tempted to tear each other’s clothes off, but Jungkook stops everything before it can go there.

“Hold on, love,” he requests. “Before this can happen, you need to settle this.”

Your confused expression prompts him to tap the crucifix chain around your neck. He gives you a look, and you can tell where this is going.

“You can’t be mine if you’re wearing that, baby.”

Looking down at your necklace, you contemplate whether or not you want to get rid of the jewelry you’ve had since the tenth grade. Then your attention is redirected to Jungkook’s face, and he stands there waiting for your answer.

He lifts a brow, and without another thought, you snatch the chain from your neck and allow it to fall to the ground. The flash in Jungkook’s eyes gives away his thrill. However, he still isn’t satisfied with your decision.

“You hesitated,” he comments. “I don’t like that.”

“I just wanted to be sure,” you reply in a soft voice.

“You should have known by now, love… I want you, and there’s no doubt about it.”

Jungkook’s gentle touch grazes your cheek, and you want to melt right there. Your lashes flutter as he caresses your skin, but you open your eyes once he stops and lifts your chin.

“If you want my dick inside that box of yours, you gotta redeem yourself,” Jungkook informs.

“Anything you want,” you answer right away. You don’t even recognize your voice because of its raspiness. You can barely get out your words because it keeps fading out.

“Really?” he hums, and you respond with a nod.

“Anything.”

“Well, get on your knees and pray for it then,” he requests.

You don’t hesitate this time, and you don’t bat an eye as you drop to your knees.

Your entire body feels like it’s on fire, but the desire to please is stronger than anything you’re feeling. You want to do your best for him. You want to be the one he chooses, the one he calls his.

“Please, Jungkook.” Your hands come together in front of you as if you’re saying a prayer. You never take your eyes off of his face and Jungkook peers down at you with a look of approval. “I know I don’t deserve it, but please forgive me.”

He says nothing so you figure he isn’t convinced.

“I can be good, I promise. Let me prove it to you,” you beg, and you can see his features soften with interest. 

“I hope you’re right,” he sighs, pulling his sweater over his head. 

You’re greeted with his sculpted abs before anything, and it takes self-control not to lunge for him. You have to recover quickly from the shock of how defined they are because the next thing he removes is his pants and his boxers do nothing to hide what’s resting against his thigh.

“Don’t get scared now,” he jokes when he sees your wide eyes.

You blink a few times to pull yourself together, and what he said finally registers.

“I’m not scared,” you answer.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“We’ll see,” he winks.

Jungkook’s dick stands at attention once his boxers are pulled down. Instantly, your mouth begins to water, and crave his length. You don’t mind asking for it either.

“Can I?” 

He nods when he approaches you, so you wrap your hand around his cock and are greeted by thick pulsing veins. You explore it by running your hands along it, arousing him in the process unknowingly.  It’s not until you hear the first string of curses leave his lips do you understand how much this turns him on.

“I wanna spit on it,” you state out of nowhere, and when you look up at his shocked expression with a smirk. “And…choke on it.”

You begin jerking him off with a twist and pull motion, adding your other hand for extra coverage. You pause to let your saliva drip onto his shaft. He moans when you start lubricating, and those lewd sounds of wetness fill his ears.

You stare at him with doe eyes, and he almost loses it, still you taunt him some more.

“Can I, Jungkook?”

He growls. “Damn it, open your fucking mouth.”

You stick out your tongue, and Jungkook slides in with a screwed-up face. He’s surprised when you suck him in instead of allowing him to shove his cock inside of you himself. Your warmth invites him in and by the time he reaches the back of your throat his hands are locked behind your head, holding you in place because he wants to be buried inside of you as long as possible.

Your spit drips down your chin and onto your chest but you continue to lubricate his dick even though it’s already saturated with your saliva. While he relishes the feeling, you reach for his scrotum and give him a gentle massage while your mouth occupies his cock.

You moan around his length, letting him know you’re ready for your throat to be fucked. 

“Ready?” he asks, and you give him the best audible response you’re capable of giving in this position.

Jungkook pulls out slowly and watches how his cock comes out covered in glistening. When he’s completely out, he grabs it and taps your face, getting his precum all over your nose and mouth. Your tongue chases his arousal, and a delightful hum travels from your throat when you have a taste. 

“If you need air, tap my thigh,” are the only instructions he gives you before his cock is back inside your mouth, hitting your uvula repeatedly and triggering your gag reflex. Jungkook seems to enjoy the sound of you choking on his dick, so he intentionally thrusts deeper to hear more of the lewd noises.

Your hands hold onto his thighs for support because your head is spinning from the quickness of his movements. Your knees burn from the hot ground blistering your skin, but as people always say, “no pain, no gain.”

The pain isn’t as nearly as intense as the burning in your lungs or the taste of Jungkook’s warm juices drifting down your throat each time his cock squirts out a bit of his arousal. You swallow unintentionally, and Jungkook’s dick twitches with the need to release.

“Fuck! Take it easy,” he grunts, legs trembling as he struggles to keep it together. Looking up at his face, you see beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, and you know he’s too far gone to hold back. You swallow on purpose this time, and his cum begins to fill up your throat. But even when in his moment of euphoria, Jungkook still isn’t letting you off easy. “I told you to take it easy, slut.”

He pulls out of you abruptly and you start coughing as the air enters your lungs too quickly.

“Hand and knees,” he orders, pushing you towards the ground. You’re thankful your back is turned to hide the smirk on your face because you know it’d piss him off more.

You hear him shuffling behind you, probably removing the rest of his clothes because his belt hits the hard ground after a few seconds. His shadow approaches you from behind and blocks the light. 

“And this has to come the fuck off,” he states while ripping off your dress. Your tights and panties are next to go, leaving you bare on the desert floor. His sharp talons crawl up your spine, and your body shivers in response. “Arch your back unless you want me to do it for you, love.”

You follow his orders, and he praises you for your ability to position your body perfectly to his preference. His hands can’t stop themselves from touching your globes. You can hear your arousal when he spreads your folds with his thumbs, looking into your opening with his mouth-watering. You bury your face in your arm because you’re sure he heard it too.

“Don’t be shy. I knew already,” he informs. Jungkook lowers his body, and his nose nuzzles itself in your slit, making you release a surprised gasp. He inhales your arousal and runs the tip of his nose up and down, covering it in your wetness. “I could smell you from down the road, baby.”

Jungkook switches up and uses his tongue to tease you. Your eyes roll back as soon as his muscle touches your sensitive clit.

“Jungkook,” you whine, but he’s too engaged with your pussy to hear.

“You taste as good as you smell. How can I not drink you dry?”

A cry gets caught in your throat. Jungkook begins to lick your pussy with no warning, emitting more lust-filled sobs from your mouth. As the sensitivity ebbs away, so does your shame, and eventually, you start grinding your cunt in Jungkook’s face. He doesn’t stop you, so your movements become more confident.

“That’s what you like, sweetheart?... You wanna fuck my tongue too?” Jungkook slurps up more of your juices before he spreads you open and taunts you with his forked tongue.

“Jungkook, please,” you beg.

He chuckles. “Well, since you asked nicely…”

When he enters your cunt, your mind goes blank. Whatever words you manage to utter are a mystery to you because your mind can only focus on the thick flexible muscle dragging against your walls. 

Jungkook laughs when you clench, making it nearly impossible for him to move in your tight crevice. He squeezes your ass while his tongue squirms inside of you, making you scream his name over and over.

“Fuck! You feel good, Jungkook. I’m gonna—”

Suddenly, he withdraws.

“On my dick you will,” he says, and you groan as the disappointment sets in.

He straightens his back and inches closer while you continue to pout and mourn your robbed orgasm.

“If you thought that felt good…” he laughs. “Look, I’m just getting started, sweetheart. Don’t worry.”

Jungkook doesn’t give you a moment to be concerned. The tip of his cock pops in and your eyes widen. You become more alert and aware of how huge he actually is now that your pussy is slowly being stretched open by him. You’re tense, but his touch soothes you.

“Relax. Just relax,” he instructs. 

He fills you inch by inch and the whole time your mouth is hanging wide open. You have a handful of dirt in each hand because you’ve been clawing to cope with the stretch. Nothing hurts but taking all of him in takes more effort than you anticipated.

Jungkook grunts as your walls squeeze around him. He’s also struggling, but he puts his eagerness aside and waits for you to adjust and mold to his girth.

“You can move,” you tell him, wanting to just get it over with.

“Are you sure—”

“Jungkook, you’re in my guts, please.”

“Okay, my bad.” He laughs but as soon as he begins to move his smile fades, and his concentration sets in.

Jungkook is gentle for as long as he can stand it, but even you grow desperate eventually. He senses that your body is craving more, and his pace quickens. His shallow thrusts travel deeper and become more powerful the longer he’s buried in your heat.

He grips your waist and starts fucking you like you’re a ragdoll. You’re taken aback but impressed by his strength. You stop trying to maintain your position because Jungkook has no problem bending you whichever way he wants you.

Soon his hand finds your ponytail. Your head jerks each time his hips crash into you. Your scalp begins to burn, but it doesn’t stop you from chasing your pleasure.

You cry Jungkook’s name when you feel a harsh slap against your ass. 

“Fuck,” you sob. 

“You’re so fucking sexy,” is all he replies as he delivers another blow. Your flesh prickles and stings from the impact, but the feeling of his hand palm delicately moving over the affected area feels pleasant. “Come here.”

Jungkook pulls you up with his clutch on your hair, and your back crashes against his firm chest. His cock travels deeper from this angle, leaving you babbling and sobbing as Jungkook watches with a smirk.

“I thought you were a bad girl. Now, look at you… Being a good little whore for me,” he teases. “Give me a kiss.”

You reach behind you and grab one of his horns, bringing him in for a sloppy kiss. You taste your arousal on his lips and greedily try to savor the leftover juices in his mouth. Your eyes are closed, but you can feel his furrowed brows against your forehead as he concentrates on delivering accurate thrusts. Jungkook whispers permission for you to come into your mouth, and your mind shifts to chasing your release.

He leaves your lips and moves to your neck while his hands glide over your body, stopping to feel his dick piercing your lower abdomen. Your other hand interlocks with his for a bit so that you can feel it as well, but soon you have to grab his arm, so he doesn’t pound you out of his grasp.

Jungkook slaps your tit once he’s made his journey up your body, and your pleased reaction causes him to do it again. The tension building up in your core starts to become unbearable, so you warn him in advance about your orgasm threatening to sweep you off your feet.

“I’m so close, Jungkook,” you rasp. His fingers pinch your nipples to push you closer while his arm keeps you up. Your body would slump over if he didn’t because all of your strength is put into getting yourself through this intense orgasm on the horizon. “You feel so good… So fucking good.”

“I know, love. I know,” he moans in your ear. “Come on my dick if you really love it so much, baby.”

The coil snaps as soon as his name leaves your lips, and your release finally arrives in an intense wave of pleasure. Your vision becomes white and your ears ring, making it impossible for you to hear Jungkook’s whines about your pussy being too tight for him to go much longer.

His dick slips out of you as the pressure releases, and you’re gushing all over the ground below, making the soil dark as it dampens. Jungkook brings his hand in front of you and slaps your pussy to draw out more of your juices.

You fall over once your body is spent, but Jungkook rolls you over before you can flop on your face. He hovers over you and rests his weight on his forearms. His knee wedges itself between your legs, and he uses it to spread them apart.

You lay there just staring at him through your lashes, secretly looking in awe as he situates himself. He catches you in the act, but you still turn away and pretend you weren’t.

“No, no. Don’t look away,” he says. “Let me see how you cry for my dick.”

You do as he requests, and once your eyes meet each other’s, he winks.

Jungkook grabs each of your wrists and pins them by your ears. He rests his forehead on yours, so you have no choice but to look at him.

You know you shouldn’t do it like this. It’s too intimate. But you can’t deny yourself the attention you’ve been craving for so long. Finally, his eyes are on you. Only you.

“No holding back, okay?” he suggests.

“Okay.”

You don’t know how he understood your voice since it’s barely audible and raspy, but he does. Jungkook reaches between you and grabs his dick, aligning it with your opening before he slowly slides in. Your lips part to let out a cry, but nothing comes out because your voice has given out completely.

As his dick gets deeper, you spread your legs to give him more space. His tip hits your cervix by the time he bottoms out, and you can’t bear him just stilling in that spot. When your back arches, he takes the hint and starts chasing his high.

“This is what you want, right?... Eyes on you?” he grunts, thrusting into you, each snap of his hips resulting in a ripple of echoes. “You got me now, so don’t be shy.”

“Jungkook.” You moan his name, and his cock jumps inside you.

“You felt that?... That’s what you do to me, love.”

He looks down, observing the way the blunt tip of his cock can be seen penetrating lower abdomen. Both of your mouths fall open while your eyes are glued to the sight, mesmerized by how much of him you’re actually taking in.

“This pussy was made for me and only me,” he growls. When you don’t answer him, he grabs your face to get your attention. “Did you fucking hear me? It’s mine, understand?”

You nod. “Only yours, Jungkook. I promise.”

Jungkook grunts in response, but you heard it as “it better be.” His thrusts become rougher, making your back drag against the ground. You’re both covered in dirt, sweat, and blood but can’t bring yourselves to care because the sex is so good.

Heat begins to rise within you. It confuses you so you look at the demon above you for answers, and he greets you with a devilish grin. 

“You said you can handle me, didn’t you?” he reminds you.

“I can.” Your voice is hoarse, and your throat is dry.

Jungkook smirks. “Time to prove it.”

You pant as Jungkook drills into you, setting your body ablaze in the process. He pulls your legs up to his waist, so you wrap them around him in an embrace.

“What do you mean?” 

He whispers against your lips. 

“Welcome to hell, love.”

The scream that erupts from your throat brings your voice back to its full potential. Your body is on fire, and it leaves you gasping for air. His cock continues to bring you stimulation throughout the tortuous rise and fall of the radiating heat inside of you. Your nails drag down his back, drawing feral noises from his lips. 

His dick feels like it’s swelling within you, stretching you more and more until you’re screaming his name and begging him to let you release some of the pressure.

“Jungkook,” you groan through clenched teeth. 

“Shh. A little more, okay?... Just a little longer.”

Your eyes squeeze shut as you try to focus on anything but the desire burning in your gut. The intense heat becomes bearable, but the stretch still has you breathless. 

“But I’m going to come,” you sob, your body no longer able to stand it.

Your walls enclose around his cock as you try to hold on, but the tightness milks Jungkook’s shaft and pushes him over the edge.

“Fuck,” he growls. 

You both reach your peaks together, and the moment causes a pause in time. For several seconds, you’re unable to register what’s going on around you. Your mind is blank, and your focus is only on the pleasure rippling through your body.

You’re on fire, but it’s not unpleasant. You feel everything you’ve craved from all the drug use and drinking, the meaningless sex, and the dangerous lifestyle you ran to when you wanted nothing more than to feel secure and wanted.

That’s how you feel as his arms slip underneath you and embrace you, like you’re being protected by someone who actually gives a shit. It’s not real; he’s only caught in the moment, but you’re going to pretend like it is because that’s exactly what it feels like.

You hold onto the feeling for as long as you can, but nothing lasts forever, and soon you both begin to come down from your high. 

Jungkook’s cum is still painting your walls when his body slumps over. He leaves lazy kisses across your chest but stops to gently suck on your nipples, soothing you until his dick softens and slips out of you.

In your post-orgasmic daze, you feel him kiss his way down your body. He ends his journey at your thighs and then rises to his feet, leaving you on the ground for a minute to regain some strength. His cum slowly leaks out of you, pooling beneath you and seeping into the soil.

You open your eyes after a few minutes and find him standing over you with his jeans already on although his sweater is still off. His eyes have returned to what is considered human-like. However, his horns remain present.

“You need help?” he asks rather dryly.

“Please,” you whisper, and he leans over to help you up. Once you’re on your feet you stand in front of him awkwardly, arms covering your body as if he hasn’t seen every inch of you. “So… Is this it?”

Jungkook’s eyes bulge as he cranes his neck in shock.

“You wanna die? Get the hell out of here before I change my mind.”

Oh.

You almost forgot about the talk you had with him before. Jungkook didn’t want to meet with you. He only wanted your soul. 

Before leaving home, you’d probably give it to him willingly. You weren’t really living anyway. 

But after traveling on the road and exploring new places, you’d like to stick around a little longer, see the world your parents told you to be afraid of but in the right ways this time.

Still, you didn’t think this encounter would end like this. Are you really supposed to just move on?

“Okay, well. Goodbye then, I guess. I should probably clean this anyway,” you reply and fake laugh. Your wound is pretty sore though, but tolerable. You’d bear it for a few more minutes if you had them.

He doesn’t say anything, but he nods instead.

You turn towards your car and take your exit. Almost halfway there, a pair of gentle hands grab your waist.

“Wait,” he says. His voice is so soft. If it weren’t so quiet, you wouldn’t have heard him. “You left something.”

When you turn around, Jungkook stands behind you with your chain in his palm.

“Oh, that’s okay. I don’t want it, but I’ll take it off your hands,” you say before giving him a small smile.

You take the jewelry and prepare to leave once more, but Jungkook interrupts you again.

“How come you’ve never been to a show?” he quizzes. “You say you’re a huge fan. I’ve never seen you at a show before.”

You sigh, resting your weight on your right side with folded arms.

“Well, I lived with my parents before I dropped everything and left a few days ago. They’re very religious and would never buy me a ticket to that type of event. I’ve been saving up, but now…”

“You need it to survive?”

You nod. “Exactly.”

Silence falls over you, and no one makes a move. You’re about to tell him you need to get dressed and hit the road before nightfall, but he beats you to it.

“I’ll get going now. I—”

“You wanna hear a song I’ve been working on?”

“Uhh…” You’re taken by surprise, but you’d be honored to hear anything he shares with you. “Sure, Jungkook. I’d love that.”

He gestures for you to follow him to his car. You start getting paranoid midway because about an hour ago he wanted to kill you. However when he reaches inside his car and pulls out a leather jacket for you to wear, your nerves start to settle. 

“It’s going to cool down when the sun sets,” he informs.

Jungkook helps you put on the jacket, and you’re instantly met with his scent. While his back is turned, you secretly inhale deeply to savor the smell.

After he grabs his guitar, you both walk to the front of his vehicle and he helps you sit on the hood, making sure it isn’t too hot before you take a seat. You’re shocked by his sudden caring nature, but you don’t complain.

“Thank you,” you state after he hands you his flask.

You bring it to your lips and to take a gulp but are hit with a pungent smell of alcohol.

“It’s whiskey.”

“Fucking hell, it is,” you agree with a grimace. You decide to sip on it instead of aiding your thirst.

“I’m not human so I don’t have water,” he explains. “Sorry.”

“Oh no, this is fine,” you assure.

After a nod, he walks away and sits on a small boulder sitting about three feet away from his car. He gets settled and then his fingers begin to strum the strings of his guitar. The music sways him back and forth, and he allows it to guide him with closed eyes. Just as you’re also caught in the trance, he starts singing.

The voice that you hear isn’t paired with a loud audience or a band crashing in the background. It’s just him and the most graceful voice you’ve ever heard. 

Tears form in your eyes hearing the lyrics. They’re so raw and filled with emotion, a side of him you’ve never seen before. He talks about how scary it is to feel. To care. To love. How he’s never experienced any of it before, but a part of him feels like it’s time to explore it.

You’re so moved by the final note that you’re startled when the music stops, and you no longer hear his voice. You dry your eyes and look at him with so much admiration.

The warm tones of the setting sun makes his skin appear to glow; he’s breathtaking. You wish that he knew that too.

“That was beautiful,” you tell him. “Thank you so much for sharing that with me.”

He sets down his instrument and walks over to you, situating himself between your thighs.

“You’re the only one I’ve shared it with,” he replies. His eyes and tone hold sincerity, and what you believe is gratitude. “Thanks for listening.”

“Of course, babe. I’d listen anytime. You’re such an inspiration to me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you answer truthfully. 

Jungkook rests his hands on your thighs and looks off into the distance as if he’s thinking. You can see wheels turning in his head but have no idea how to get him to speak his mind. You’ll just have to wait, but not for long.

“I’ve never been human,” he starts, taking the flask and drinking all the liquor before he continues. “I used to not feel anything but now… I guess I should say you all have changed me.”

You don’t say anything, but you nod to let him know you’re listening.

“In case you didn’t get that, I’m trying to say that I have feelings for you. You’ve grown on me,” he adds, and your mouth falls open to speak.

However, nothing comes out.

“I know you just wanted to fuck me and get a few pictures, but I couldn’t let you leave without—”

You interrupt him by pulling him close and crashing your lips into his. You couldn’t take it anymore. You knew if anything was going to happen, you’d have to be the one who took initiative. Jungkook’s probably never had anyone who truly cared about him. You plan to show him what that feels like.

You retract and look at him, saying what’s been on your mind since you saw him.

“I think you’re amazing and talented…and beautiful. You deserve love or whatever it is you desire because you inspire so many to know their worth. It’s your turn to take your advice.”

“Hit the road with me,” he blurts out.

You blink. “What?”

“Hit the road with me, let me learn everything about you… Be mine. That’s what I desire.”

Your mind races as his words play in the back of your head. You’re speechless. Jungkook, a demon and the world’s biggest rockstar, just asked for permission to take you on a journey with him. You don’t know his motives or his plan, but the hopefulness in his eyes tell you he put a lot on the line asking that of you.

“It’s just that I want you to be cautious out there because I care about you…I think?” he tries to explain. “I just want to make sure you’re safe and I can only do that if…”

“I’m with you.”

“Yeah,” he smiles, eyes brighter than the sun. “So what do you say?”

You shrug. “Let’s go.”

“What?”

You push him and hop off the car with a shriek, almost busting your ass.

“I said let’s go, Jungkook!... Before I change my mind,” you wink.

The demon seems shocked by your answer, but he keeps his promise.

And…he takes you on a trip of a lifetime.

Epilogue…

“I knew I couldn’t trust you.”

Jungkook stands in the doorframe of his backstage dressing room with folded arms. He’s angry with you, but as soon as his eyes land on your hand caressing your growing belly, he can’t stop his smile from breaking free.

He sighs and shakes his head, walking across the room to his vanity where you sit waiting for him. This is the first time you’ve had to sit out on a tour since you officially became a couple, and needless to say the downtime has gotten the best of you.

“You’re supposed to be at home with your feet up,” he chides, helping you stand even though you’re perfectly capable of doing so yourself.

Jungkook has pampered you all six months of this pregnancy, but sometimes he goes to the extreme.

“Yeah, but…” 

You pause when he pulls you in for a warm hug and take the opportunity to inhale the fragrance lingering on his clothes. You giggle when he playfully threatens you about stealing his clothes, but you’ve already tucked a t-shirt in your purse.

“I'd rather be here with my legs up, you know?” you continue saying as you separate. 

Jungkook’s eyes widen for a fraction of a second, but then his shock is replaced with a tiny smirk.

“You better be careful what you wish for, love,” Jungkook warns.

“And what if I don’t?... Will I be punished?”

Your taunting causes his grin to fade. In a split second, you’re lying on the couch with Jungkook hovering over you. He carefully leans in for a kiss, being extra cautious of your stomach.

“I can hear his heartbeat,” he says in between kisses, shifting so he can place his hand on your stomach.

“You mean her heartbeat?” you correct. 

Your baby’s foot finds his palm instantly, and Jungkook’s mood brightens even more.

“Yeah, the jury’s still out on that one.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” he chuckles, lifting your shirt and finding the waistband of your leggings. 

His fingers trace the fabric before he ultimately slips his hand inside, moving aside your panties next. You grab his arm when his fingers touch your center, alerting him of your sensitivity. He takes it slow and waits for the feeling to become less intense.

“I missed you,” he whispers. “Both of you.”

“We missed you too, daddy.”

Jungkook leaves a kiss on your cheek, and then he moves to your neck, tracing the barely visible scar that his talon left on your skin. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs.

Jungkook’s changed a lot since the day you met him. Emotions and feelings he’s never had have revealed themselves over time. It was scary for him at first, but now, he’s not afraid to let you know what he’s feeling.

You laugh at him through your sighs of pleasure. “You’re getting soft on me, I see.”

“You think so?” he asks.

“I know, and besides… You’re sorry for that and not putting me on lockdown for nine months?”

“But this is your fault,” he insists, smiling against your skin.

“Really? Don’t you remember what you said when I told you I was ovulating?” 

He denies, so you grab his hair and force him to look at you.

“Just the tip, love… You feel so good. I can’t pull out tonight.”

He doesn’t respond because he knows you’ve made your point. Your moans fill the room when he applies pressure to your clit without warning.

“Jungkook, your fingers are freezing!”

“Warm them up then, love—”

“Dude, we’ve been looking all over for you. You’re on stage in 5,” Jungkook’s manager, Billy, says after bursting through the door. He’s unaware of what he interrupted until he peers over and sees you both on the couch. “I am so sorry.”

Jungkook’s eyes become pitch black, and an angry vein protrudes from his forehead. You already know what’s about to happen, so you do your best to calm him down.

“Be nice, baby,” you plead.

Everyone always says you have Jungkook wrapped around your finger, so now and then, you like to pull your “status card.”

He takes a deep breath, and he relaxes. But only for a moment.

“Well, I’m kind of busy. If you haven’t noticed,” he answers, looking at the older male. 

Jungkook’s digits continue to stimulate you, but you know it’s only to suppress his anger. His biggest pet peeve is to be interrupted when he’s in the middle of something with you.

He returns his attention to you and gives you a wink, but a second later, his joy fades.

“I understand, but what do I tell the fans—”

“You’ll tell them I’m backstage fucking my pregnant wife, and that I’ll be out in a bit. I’m sure they’ll understand,” he seethes, making your face heat up. However, your cunt still clenches everytime he uses the “W”-word. “Okay, leave!”

Billy shuffles his way out of the door and closes it behind him, leaving you and Jungkook alone again. When he turns to you again, you can see why his manager ran. 

“Someone’s horny,” you joke.

“Tell me about it… Where did we leave off?” His fingers move down to your entrance, and he slowly slips one of them in. “Oh, yeah. Squeeze my fingers like you just did and warm them up for me.”

Your body wants you to just lie there and let him finger you until you’re coming all over his digits, but every ounce of brat in you wants to make him suffer.

“What if I rather keep something else warm?” you suggest with a smug expression.

“Hm, like what?”

You reach between you and unbutton his jeans. You pull him closer and bite his earlobe before saying,

“Recite your commandments and I might show you.”

Jungkook gulps. 

“I shall place no other God before you….”

[ssavinggrace]

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—𖤐 my current hyperfixations: riordanverse, heartstopper (tv show and comics), across the spider verse, greek mytholgy, and hazbin hote

—𖤐 other things I like: brooklyn nine nine, young sheldon, arcane, modern family, futurama, fourth wing, iron flame, it starts with us, it ends with us, until the shadows lengthen, solitaire, daisy jones and the six, headmasters list, the odyssey, the illiad, the song of achillies, butcher and blackbird, twilight, why would I lie?

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—𖤐 hobbies: drawing, writing, writing songs, poetry, reading, making jewelry, sculpting with clay, procrastinating, and scrolling on amazon

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[fangirlstuff]

hiii bestie! I saw your post about request and I had to jump in to request an austin butler x reader. They are basically married and they do the buzzard couple quiz and how austin basically wins because he knows every little detail about the reader, his newly wife🥹, and then all the fans are gushing about them on social media. like he basically knows her skincare routine, her birth chart, her workout routine snd the type of make up she shops for and like all of those super specific and detailed things she never thought he noticed 😚 I would absolutely love that If you don’t mind pls!

Hiii!!! This is my first ask ever so I’m not sure if I’m doing this right, but we’ll find that out.

Couple’s Quiz

Summary: Austin knows everything about the reader in an interview and a little fluff follows :)

Pairing: Austin Butler x f!reader (no y/n, just first person)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: none! It’s all cute :)

AN: I watched an interview like this a while ago, with MGK and Megan Fox on GQ, so I’m using the same format. I hope that’s what you mean!! Also, there isn’t really a lot to base Austin off of, so most of this is what I think he’d be like. And just pretend that the video came out the same day. It’s a magic video.

The calendar on the fridge told me we had quite the day ahead of us. The sun was just beginning to rise, and the air was heating up, as only California could. Austin hadn’t come downstairs yet, so his mug of coffee was steaming on the countertop.

I looked again at my hand, feeling the unfamiliar weight tugging it back down to where it had been at my waist. The diamond glittered in the kitchen lights, painting little patterns on the ceiling as I moved it back and forth. Only nights ago I got this ring- a beautiful, no doubt million-dollar one. I beamed at it for the millionth time. It told me that things had only just begun, but it reminded me of the many nights Austin and I had already spent together, of the nights before those when I was hopelessly in love with a boy on screen.

But the man came down the stairs, wearing his favorite “casual” outfit of hundred dollar jeans and jewelry, but he still kept the same, priceless smile. He got fruit out of the fridge and checked the calendar. He tapped it with the back of his finger as he looked at me.

“We have our couple’s quiz.”

“Our what?” I asked. I hadn’t looked into it, and Austin did all the planning.

“With GQ?” I shook my head. “They ask us questions about each other, and we keep track with points or whatever.”

“Oh, that sounds interesting.” And it did, but I didn’t want to spend the day in another headquarters of another news company I didn’t consume for things other than work. I wanted to spend it back in the Islands, where we had our honeymoon just a day ago. I wanted my feet back in the sand, my hands in Austin’s, the ring still uncomfortable on my finger. It was peaceful there, where there weren’t cameras everywhere.

Austin hummed, breaking me from my thoughts. He set the stuff on the counter and turned to give me a hug. His arms ate me whole, swallowing him in his soft t-shirt. I smiled against his neck, just where my head reached.

“It’ll be fun, promise.” He told me. “But I know I’m gonna win.”

I backed up. “No way! I was a fan before we started dating!”

“Hmmm, maybe. But I still think I can do it.”

“Guess you’ll have to prove it, sweetheart.” I kissed his nose, and we began our day.

&@&@

People with blank faces pushed Austin and I into chairs on a set that could have resembled a room if it didn’t have two walls. The bright purple of it all burned my eyes, but I blinked it away, smiling into the camera.

We were handed large cards with questions, and we were instructed to read them to each other like we were having a conversation, like this wasn’t forced at all. So I tried my best.

The introductions were rough, but it got going soon after.

“I’ll go first,” Austin said. He was speaking to me, even though we were meant to be filming a video. “We’ll start off easy. Where did we meet?”

“That is easy. I met you first at Comic Con, four years back. Then we met again at a party.”

“You were press,” he added. I nodded, swallowing harshly as I remembered that night. He never liked press, but he almost hovered around me all night instead of being the other way around. He seemed enchanted, the party’s lights dancing in his eyes. He didn’t look away from me, and we left halfway through my favorite song to go get real food. We never really left each other after that. “You get a point.” He said. Then, “Where is my favorite place to visit?”

“The Islands.” I gave him a wink that I hoped the camera didn’t catch. He smiled. “But past that, you’ve been working daily.”

“Sadly, but it’s important.”

I wanted to tell him how important I thought his work was, but I didn’t quite think I could put that into words during an interview. But I had spent nights over the phone with him when he was stuck in Australia, just telling him how good he was doing, how important his role of The King was, and how many lives he would change, how many things he could influence.

“That’s another point. I don’t really have a favorite place. It literally says that on the card.” He showed the camera. “Okay, now, what’s my hidden talent?”

I blushed, but quickly shook it from my head, giggling. He laughed too, but he sent a worried look into the camera. “You don’t get road rage.” I said when my fit was done.

“That’s true,” he said. “I don’t know why. California drivers suck too, I just don’t think getting angry helps.” He told the audience behind the screen. I admired his skill, knowing what to say to a crowd that wasn’t there. That’s something I thought I understood, what with being in press, but I couldn’t quite do it like he could. “I’m giving you two points because I didn’t even think of it. I have here ‘guitar.’” He read.

“That’s not hidden!” I protested.

“It’s not, but I don’t want to play for anyone but you.”

I smiled at him, then remembered that I wasn’t really here for him, that it was all about them. Behind the camera. “You hear that? I get concerts you guys don’t.” I teased. I could almost feel the millions of teenage hearts break.

We went back and forth with simple questions. I got most of them right, and the ones I didn’t left me in a crisis. How did I not know his astrological sign? Or his car type? Or hardly anything about his childhood? I felt horrible about it, and if it wasn’t about to be my turn to read the cards aloud, I would have told him to tell me everything, starting from his earliest memory, to right this very second. To not leave anything out, not even what he had for breakfast one day in seventh grade.

But I read the first card aloud anyway. We could do that later.

“How many tattoos do I have? And what are they?”

“One, it’s on your ribs.” He smiled as he recited the quote perfectly. It was an excerpt from my favorite book.

“Why do I have it? That’s not on here, I just want to know if you know.” I shook the cardboard sign around.

“It made you who you are today, it changed the way you think about life.”

I sighed and threw the card onto the floor, looking into the camera as I did so. “Three points.” I told it. I looked back at Austin, who was beaming. “What’s my favorite way to decompress?”

He opened his mouth, and then closed it. Then he said, “reading, tea, a bath. You do chores too, like laundry and dishes and things.”

“Maybe I should get stressed out more often, we have lots of chores to catch up on.”

“No, I don’t want that,” He smiled. “We can do them together. Stress-free.”

“Four points.”

“You’re being lenient.”

“I am not,” I joked. “Okay, what’s my astrological sign?”

“You mean the one you just got wrong for me?”

“That’s the one,”

“You’re a Saggitarius.”

I gasped. “I think that’s true. That’s what the card says.”

“She doesn’t even know her own sign,” He told the camera.

“I don’t, it’s a crime.”

And the more questions I asked, the more his points grew. They passed mine in three questions, and he was beaming at me the whole time. He answered the questions like I was on posters everyone had in their rooms, like I was the internet star, not him. He knew things about me that I didn’t remember telling him, things that I didn’t even remember myself.

At the end of the twenty questions, he left me almost speechless. We said our goodbyes to the people in the camera and watched the red recording light turn off.

&@&@&

We got home in the late afternoon. The palm trees outside our door swayed in the breeze, painted gold with the sun. I set my bag down on the chair, where it would be forgotten until the morning, and draped myself over the outdoor couch by the pool.

I had my phone out for a second, watching Twitter notifications fill up my screen faster than I could clear them.

“They’re adorable!!! I wish I had love like theirs!!!!” And, “god, I wish I could be her.” Then, “her outfit is adorable! And they match!!!!!”

I turned it off and set it next to me.

Austin joined me, stomach down on the scratchy cushion. He closed his eyes. We both lied there, silent for a moment. The city went on around us, the sounds of cars and airplanes filling the quiet.

“You really knew all that about me?” I asked.

He nodded. “‘Course, baby.”

“Why do you remember all of it? I don’t even know half the stuff you told me about myself.” I admitted.

“Because you’re important to me.” He opened his eyes after a second. “You’re everything to me.”

I knew he had literally vowed that to me earlier this week, that it was in writing in a lockbox upstairs, but it still made my heart flutter.

“You’re my everything too, but I didn’t know most of that stuff.” I laughed.

“And that’s okay,” he assured me. “Remembering stuff is my way of showing my love. Yours is making food, it’s taking care of me. Of all that,” he nodded his head toward my phone, which kept buzzing between us. “And knowing when not to.”

He was right.

“I love you,” he said. His eyes were on mine.

“I love you too.” I kissed him lightly. “I think I love you more than I can say into a camera.” I joked.

“I get that, I don’t like talking into cameras. At least there were people back there today.”

I nodded, then closed my eyes, the silence taking back over. It was never uncomfortable with him, I never felt like I had to break it to save my relationship, and I knew it was a good thing.

Tiredness took my body over, and I fell asleep under the sun in Austin’s arms. Interviewing was exhausting, but if it made me feel as good as I did then, then I would do it over and over again.

[psychicreadsgirl]

Can you do a reading between Megan fox & Mgk? She keeps saying they’re twin flames

I don't do twin flame readings so can't say there.

I do feel Megan excuses some of MGK's behaviour through this concept. Their marriage is very extreme and has a lot of ups and downs. There's a lot of drama and a lot of intense emotions, particularly from Megan. I feel like she tries more than him to sustain the marriage. She romanticizes his behavior/actions a lot.

They fight a lot and these fights can be quite violent from both sides. Scratches, throwing objects, tons of shouting, crying, cutting someone??? or threatening to cut someone?? Then after the fight or sometimes during the fight they'll end up kissing and having s*x. Somehow there's a lot of makeup s*x..

For Megan, she needs that extremeness and intensity to feel like this is "true" love. Without these, she feels like it's not "true" love.

MGK cares about her and does love her, but I feel like she loves him more and obsesses about him more. MGK has a possessive side and he partly loves Megan because she's really desirable in other people's eyes. A lot of people find Megan to be super sexy and super pretty, so MGK gets a lot of satisfaction knowing that he was the one that married Megan and has s*x with her.

I do feel that MGK can stray in a relationship. Sometimes it's due to alcohol or other substances. Sometimes he just feels flirty. I think Megan doesn't know this fully and even if she did know, she'd turn a blind eye and tell herself that he's a "runner". She's the one for him.

Both of their jealousy levels are very high. Both of them have the possibility of k*lling out of "love" or jealousy. It's that intense and I think Megan is sort of proud of that??? If MGK were to do something bad and needed Megan to cover for him, she would agree to cover for him.

I do feel that Megan is the one doing a lot to please MGK. She has been compromising a lot. I don't really see him putting as much effort in the marriage as him or perhaps he is just more emotionally "cold"/less expressive.

He does hide his feelings a lot and guards his inner thoughts. He escapes some trauma/unhappiness he has experienced when he was younger through alcohol, pleasure, or other substances. I feel he uses Megan as a form of escape like this relationship. He has unresolved trauma from his childhood. Megan says stuff like she's the only one for him, only one who truly understands him when he's having one of his moments where he's suffering a lot.

Yes, I can see images of his past being very painful for him and I have to dig hard to see these, meaning that he doesn't want to open the past again and he wants to erase these. He felt very alone when he was young and forced to grow up very quickly. He didn't have very good/stable role models around him, so he had to figure out how to grow up by himself. I see his father being too depressed to really look after MGK and MGK just minding his own business at a young age. I see MGK sometimes sitting on the ground like in a closet like place with his arms wrapped around his legs and just crying.

I don't feel he hates his mother now, but he has a lot of mixed emotions about his mother and confusion like why did she leave him and how could she leave him? MGK hasn't resolved his issues with his past even though he has tried to do this. This is a lifelong exercise for him.

In a way, the intensity from his relationship with Megan makes him feel he's needed and loved. Sometimes he can do some drastic things or say some harsh things to her to see if she'll leave him because if she stays, that's "true" love. In some ways I feel like MGK doesn't really understand what "love" is but he knows that he doesn't want to be alone. He can be assured through Megan that she'll be there through thick and thin.

[justwritedreams]

You’re way too good to be true | Haechan

Haechan x Reader Word count: 1921 Genre: pure fluff Author: maari Warnings: mentions of alcohol, a drunk and cute haechan, me trying to describe a drunk person without actually seen one. Note: I really need a friend like dreamies😭 I suggest to read while listening to too good to be true by the vamps feat mgk Request: hi!! i've been reading your writings and i like it so much!! i was wondering if can i request haechan has a crush on you but he's very shy, and the dreamies are so tired that he can't even look at you in the eyes, make a plan to bring you two together

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Everyone knows how funny, charismatic and bratt Haechan is. He's popular for his jokes and pranks, he is the most cheerful of his group. But not with Y/N. When the girl is around, especially with him and his friends no matter how much he wants to talk to her or how hard he tries, he simply can't. He just blush and starts to stutter, soon giving up to do anything. Because of his huge massive crush he has on her and everyone knows that too, except her. Y/N heard the best stories from Mark about Haechan, so before she even met him she liked how entertaining he was. A true sun. But then, Mark decided to introduce the both of them and Y/N got confused with the shy and hesitant boy in front of her. He couldn't barely look her in the eyes. And the more time she spends with the group, the more shy he was. Movie nights he was silent, game nights he did everything he could to stay in the opposite group from her. Y/N started to think that Haechan never truly talked with her properly because he didn't like her that much like the rest of the group. So she respected his space and kept it that way, even if she secretly, not so secretly because Mark knew, had a crush on him. Which seemed to grow every time he smiled shyly and looked down with his pinky cheeks. But that didn't change anything for him, in fact his crush got bigger than before. And all of his friends were tired of that situation. To be honest, they tried to convince Haechan to confess what he really felt and he agreed that would be the right thing to do. But that didn't happen. So Jeno and Renjun got the perfect idea and shared it with the rest.  If Haechan couldn't say sober then they would try something else. And they did. The excuse was to celebrate and thinking that he would mess around with the others that would be drunk, he accepted without questioning, even though Jeno was the one who invited him. But Chenle got everything planned with the barman, who doubled the doses of Haechan that was drunk before he could even notice. And more annoying than usual, irritating the boys, especially Jeno who had to carry him back home. "Do you remember that time when I knocked you off the skateboard?" Haechan laughter could be heard in the entire street. "Your fall was so funny, Jeno." even talking to Jeno, Haechan insisted on continuing to look at Jisung who was carrying him on the other side, as if the younger one was his victim. "I'm gonna punch him." Jeno said, taking a deep breath. "That was your idea." Mark accused. "I never thought he would be more annoying than he is!" "Jaemin, did you called Y/N?" Renjun asked while snorted, seeing Haechan laugh louder and Jisung were struggling to keep him steady. "Yes, I said Mark was alone and was trying to cook, and that I was scared of him burning down our house." Jaemin smiled and Mark looked at him, offended. "Why did you-?" "She's coming anyway so we need to be fast." "Can we just throw him at the door?" Chenle asked, looking at his friends with hope, who reciprocated with disbelief. “No? Okay.” “I hope she doesn’t kill me after this.” Mark said, now he wasn't so sure the plan would work. But there was no turning back now.

Y/N literally ran to the boys' house after Jaemin's call and stopped at the door when she saw it open. She was already searching for her phone in her pocket to call Mark and ask if everything was fine when she heard a noise, afraid that Mark had actually set the house on fire, she went inside. At first everything was normal in the living room so she went to the kitchen and tipped her head to the side without realizing it when she saw someone hitting the head on the counter. Not someone, Haechan. In addition to hitting his head hard, causing the sound to echo through the room, he was also muttering some things that Y/N only understood after paying close attention. “Why does she have to be so beautiful?” knock “Why does she have that smile that drives me crazy?” knock “And crazy.” knock “And cra-” “Haechan!” she caught his attention, worried about him getting really hurt, and saw him raise his head slowly, his forehead was red but what she really laughed at was his cute expression. Haechan stared at her for a while as if to make sure he was seeing her right there in front of him. “Y/N!” he recognized her and smiled broadly, and did something she didn't expect. He moved away from the counter and ran to her awkwardly and hugged her tight. It was only then that she realized he was drunk. After all, he wouldn't hug her if he was sober. And because he smelled of cheap wine. “Who are you talking to?” she asked, confused and he moved away from her and looked around as if looking for the person. “Jeno and Chenle.” he slurred and bent down to look under the counter. “They’re not here.” No shit, Sherlock. She thought. Haechan stumbled backwards and Y/N quickly grabbed him by the arm, trying to help him stay on his feet. “Why did you drink so much?” she asked and instead of what the Haechan she knew would do, he put his arm around her shoulder, getting closer than usual. He was dangerously close. “To celebrate!” he spoke happily and raised his arms, making Y/N struggle not to fall with him. “Even though I don't remember why we're celebrating.” he frowned and Y/N tried not to laugh at the grimace but it was impossible, he was too cute. If it was a normal day, like any other, she would probably be jumping for joy at being so close to him, if she didn't know that he's going to forget everything the next morning. “Okay. Come on, I think you better sit down before we both hit the floor.” Amazingly, Haechan complied and the two went to the living room, where Y/N managed to get him on the couch with great difficulty as he couldn't walk in a straight line. “Y/N.” he said as he sat slouched with his shoulders down and she remained standing. “Yes?” she thought he was going to ask for a bag so he could throw up. “I like your name.” he spoke, keeping the smile on his face and Y/N stared at him in shock. “I like to say your name.” Y/N felt her whole face burn and smiled uncontrollably. “You know I talk a lot but your name it’s what I say most.” “Yeah, sure.” she rolled her eyes and tried to feign indifference, even though her heart was about to leap out of her chest. “I'm serious. I promise it's true.” Haechan brought his hand to his chest in a way too serious for a drunk and Y/N laughed. “You can ask the guys, I don't shut up when it comes to you. These days Renjun threw one of his brushes and said that I needed to confess to you soon because I kept talking about how you’re too good to be true.” Y/N felt her jaw drop and her eyes widened of their own accord. Confess? He said confess? “You know you’re too drunk, right?” she sat down next to him and saw that he looked at her expectantly, there was even a glint in his eyes that she never noticed because she never had the chance to look at him that intensely. “You probably are going to forget everything tomorrow.” “You know what they say, when alcohol comes in, the truth comes out.” he complained and made a little pout that she had to control not to kiss. “What are you talking about? Haechan, you don’t even look me in the eyes!” She was confused, but she couldn't ignore how her heart was reacting to hear that. It was everything she'd wanted since she'd met him. “Because I’m a fool that's completely in love with you.” He spoke loudly and that made her go quiet. That's something she didn't expect. “I'm such an idiot that can’t even talk with you because I would fall even more for you. I get so shy around you that I can barely be the annoying, playful guy I used to be. I've been in love before but it's never been this way as if... as if... you possessed my mind. In a good way. If there's any good to be possessed.” For a moment, Haechan looked sober enough to say that, because Y/N felt the truth in his words. That's why she couldn't say anything, she just held her gaze and Haechan was panting like he'd just come out of a race. They held their gaze and she felt her palms sweat and her legs tremble as she saw him bring his face closer to hers. As if he couldn't get any cuter that night, Haechan pouted when he was closer to her lips and Y/N closed her eyes hoping to feel the touch. However, it didn't. Instead, she felt something heavy in her lap and she opened her eyes, no longer finding Haechan's face inches from hers, but in her lap. Snoring loudly. He had fallen asleep. Y/N took a deep breath and looked at him sleeping heavily, disappointed but at the same time happy because maybe Haechan didn't hate her like she had imagined.

“Jisung, go!” Renjun tried to push the youngest into the house. “Don't push me.” he complained. “I'm not seeing anything, get out of the way!” Chenle complained too and the six entered the house in silence. Each pair of eyes looked in a different place in the house and Jaemin was the first to find it, silencing and pointing to the living room couch. Jeno wanted to laugh and covered his mouth to muffle the sound as Mark smiled in disbelief. Haechan and Y/N were sleeping together on the couch, hugging in a way that would probably hurt the next morning but no one could push them away now, Haechan was holding tightly to Y/N's waist who had her face buried in his chest. Haechan had a gigantic smile on his face even as he slept and Jisung and Chenle joined Jeno, laughing at the situation. They were sure that the plan had really worked because of their friend's face. Renjun was the first to approach, his phone in hand. "What will you do?" Mark asked in a whisper. "Do you think I'm going to let this opportunity pass by?" he spoke as he took several pictures of the couple. Renjun even managed to get a photo of Haechan pouting, drawing loud laughter from Chenle. "Okay kids, let's let the lovebirds sleep in peace." Jaemin spoke and started pushing his friends to go to their room. "We should start thinking about creating the cupid mission. We're good at it." he told Mark who shook his head, smiling. “We're good because Haechan was a fool.” Jeno replied. “You guys know he's going to get revenge on us, right?” Oh he would.

[hotdadlicense]

Billy Hargrove - ❤️🩵🖤🌷🌻

❤️ how did you discover them/get into them?

okay i was bored and scrolling fic and sick of all the fic i had been reading, so i opened stranger things ao3 and sorted by kudos, and a billy/steve fic was the top one, and i was like. let's go. and then i literally LITERALLY never looked back and was like damn i should rewatch s2 cos i straight up do not remember any of these characters kljsefhksa

🩵 what's a popular headcanon for them you just can't get behind?

that he would settle for steve fucking harrington skjfhdjskahdfkj and therefore all the headcanons that branch from that

🖤 if they weren't from their source, what fandom universe do you think they would make the most sense in?

i honestly do not even know. like in my head i have him in a twd au and a 911 au and a supernatural au but like. i'm not picky. he can fit anywhere!!!! put that guy in every situation i say!!!

🌷 What are your favorite crossover ship(s) for them, if any?

i love u so much. u know this. billy x daryl hell YEAH also i've been talking about billy x mickey milkovich and technically they're just besites but bro. that line is VERY blurred and they ARE in love with each other. i'm havin a ball over here.

🌻 what song(s) do you associate with them?

the way there are so many and my mind is completely blanking? lemme look at my recently played playlist

flowers on the grave - the maine, born with horns - mgk, simmer - hayley williams, i think i'm okay - mgk, living in my head - kesha, high times for low lives - the griswolds, i wanna be here - e^st, blowjob - e^st, heaven wasn't built to hold me - four year strong, all i want - s day to remember, 24 floors - the maine

🌼 do you think they'd survive an apocalypse scenario?

u sent this ask seperately and it made me burst out laughing. AS A MATTER OF FACT. I HAVE LIKE 30K OF this. and u know what. he fuckin dies. but u know what. it's a time travel fix it au so he ends up living in round 2. LOVE that for him.

[thegreatlarryfisherman]

Angel In A CenterFold | Colson Baker x Reader // Ch. 6

Reader is an OnlyFans Model and MGK is her highest paying subscriber.

You sipped your drink on that one. "Why wouldn't I keep a straight face?"

"Because I'd laugh if someone I didn't wanna sleep with was spending 5k a week on my body."

Chapter Six >> | Read Full

[triplexdoublex]

If possible, please make A werewolf mgk x reader SMUT and I mean freaky I’m horny lol ok but I want like a series not some short story I know that’s a lot but I really wanna read there barely any werewolf kells please give longer chapters and and like full on story of mgk is a werewolf reader is his mate and yeah he needs his mate she’s mine mark her and SMUT !! Also need chapters on mating season him goin feral ! Hot size kink yes but do not do it if it’s a waste of time and it’s too much don’t I don’t wanna take up your time and bother you

Unfortunately that’s not really my thing and I don’t have the brain capacity or time for a series. But I hope a fellow writer sees this and writes one for you!

[andromedaexists]

Nine People You Want To Know Better

I was tagged more than once in this!!! Thank you to @/saintedseraph @/artbyeloquent @/bardictales and @/writingpotato07 (listen, you left an open tag and I just wanted to throw you on here because you're a really good friend and I think this is fun)

—three ships.

oooo having to pick just 3 is hard. Let's go Soukoku (Chuuya x Dazai, Bungou Stray Dogs), DabiHawks (MHA, though I don't watch it), and ThanZag (Hades Game). Honorable mention to Hunter x Therapy, though. Boy needs it. (Owl House)

—first ever ship.

now, if you know me, you know that I have the memory of a fucking goldfish. I don't remember what I had for lunch yesterday (like I am legitimately - RAMEN) let alone what I liked eons ago. If I had to think of the first ship that I can remember, though, I think it was Sarumi (Fushimi Saruhiko/Yata Misaki, K: Return of Kings). I actually have Yata tattooed on my arm lol, he's the one who helped me come to terms with my gender.

—last song i listened to.

If we count the background music that I listen to while doing schoolwork, then Hot Milk by Snail's House. If we're just counting regular music, then DAYWALKER! by MGK and CORPSE. or maybe it was In My Room by ICP??? i don't remember lol

—last movie i watched.

I watch movies??? jk, i think it was oh god i'm actually blanking uhhhh i think the last movie i attempted to watch was the Weird Al Yankovich one, but I couldn't finish it.

—currently reading.

Angels Before Man by Rafael Nicolás. It is really good! I'm currently on my second read-through of it because I want to really give it the love and attention it deserves after I ran through it in two days the first time!

—currently watching.

Dimension 20's NeverAfter. Locke and I are watching it together! (though I may or may not have watched through the episodes as they released so I know what's going on beforehand)

—currently consuming.

Hot Chocolate. Someone said I'm not allowed to drink Monster anymore so I gotta find pleasure in life elsewhere I guess

—currently craving.

Monster. I really shouldn't have mentioned it. oops

—tagging.

@/crypticcodexcreations @/smol-feralgremlin @/ghost-town-story @/inkspellangel @/isherwoodj @/lockejhaven and @/authoralexharvey (soft tag, of course. I'm not sure who all has already done this.)

[daydreamingatnight209]

Hi everyone! I’m so sorry that I haven’t been writing for awhile, I’m still at university and it is very intense and stressful. I’m hoping to get back into writing properly soon and actively enjoy it again but please if you can be patient.

I will do best with requests but you are welcome to ask others if you feel like I am taking too long, I will understand , just please let me know ☺️

In the meantime please enjoy this new piece! It admittedly isn’t my best but I am still trying to find my groove.

Feedback is always welcome! (Hate is not - if you don’t like what I write don’t read) ✨💕

“I am so in love with you”

MGK x Reader

Warnings - mentions of feelings and jealously? Fluff 💕

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Jealously was an ugly emotion and jealously didn’t look good on you at all.

He was your best friend.

You had known him for years, watched his up, downs and his road to success. You watched him do it all while raising his daughter, helping him along the way but still, you were just a friend.

You had no right into his love life and normally you wouldn’t care - men can be a huge headache and one you could do without, but recently watching as these women throw themselves at Colson continuously stirred that ugly emotion up inside of you.

Being around him suddenly became very difficult. Your friendship has always been affectionate but now every time he pulls you in for a hug, sits to close to you on the sofa or takes your hand, you find yourself wanting more.

Wanting to be the person who gets to sleep beside him every night, the person that holds him after a long day and the person he says I love you too for the rest of your life.

Simply wanting something you never believed you could have.

After a particularly stressful day of actively avoiding your best friend while he was in the studio you find refuge in your bedroom and fish out your phone to discuss your dilemma with a friend outside of the MGK social group.

Y/F/N answers the call on the second ring and can tell immediately what this about. Their advice is always the same. Tell him how you feel.

You can’t help but snort at this.

“Oh yeah because me popping up and being like - I know I told you i wasn't looking for love but then I kinda fell in love with you, will go down brilliantly” you roll your eyes but then back look down and your friend as she goes strangely quiet.

You feel a sudden present lurking behind you and feel the colour drain from your face.

Colson is stood in your doorway, shock present in his features.

Your body releases a sharp gasp as your leg jerks and slams the bedroom door shut.

You cringe internally at the whole interaction and try to steady your breathing.

Colson heard your entire confession…

After a while you think it’s safe and go to stand up from the corner of the room you had been hiding in but you freeze again as there is a knock against the door.

Colson’s soft voice follows just after.

“Y/N can we talk?”

You knew you couldn’t hide from this forever.

Finding comfort in a blanket from your bed, you wrap it around your frame and inch towards the door, opening it and allowing the famous rapper into your space.

You didn’t say anything as his sits down slowly on the bed, allowing you speak.

When you couldn’t find the words, Colson asks one question.

“Did you mean it?”

You nod in response but when he doesn’t say anything else you begin to feel as if being truthful wasn’t the right answer.

"I'm so so sorry oh my god i definitely shouldn’t of said anything, ah god! If you don't even want to talk to me again i get it -“

You couldn’t stop the word vomit spilling from your mouth even if you tried, that was until Colson surged from the bed and took your head into his large hards. He caresses your face gently and whispers “tell me, I need you to tell me”

Your hand shakes as you place it over his heart. He places his hand over yours and takes a deep breath.

You look into his ocean blue eyes and say the words that have been swarming in your head for months.

“I am so in love with you”

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Thoughts on Eminem x Mgk x Rook? Would you ever write that? 😶‍🌫️

I have written Eminem x MGK (x Nicolas). And I will be writing it again, sorta (it gets complicated in the omegaverse 😉).

However, I can’t really muster the interest in MGK that I usually need in order to be writing about a character. Even less so for the rest of the band. Most things I hear about him these days make me roll my eyes (at best). Guess, my version of him ain’t close to him at all.

It’s still steamy smut though, very enjoyable to read ✨

[randombubblegum]

I find it,,,,, interesting in a disappointing way but entirely predictable that hes branding this new album as a "classic parx album!!!1!!1!" When this honestly sounds nothing like parx at all imo. Like even new, crappier parx has a specific sound/vibe to it where i can immediately recognize that its parx but this new clip honestly sounds like it could have been cooked up in a windowless board room for mgk (🤮) or new avril or m*d sun or one of the tiktok boybot "musicians"........ Like if it came on w/o me knowing who it was id probably recognize his voice after a while hut there would be quite a but of hesitation.

And im wondering, does he really get that virality (especially of the tiktok variety) just,,, doesn't last?? For the vast majority of people at least. Like even if you go viral in a huge way (not something thats going to happen for parx tbh) you're the hot new thing for a few weeks at most and then the internet moves on, thats just how it works. And the ones who really DO get their "careers launched!!!" or otherwise boosted off of internet fame are always the ones w large expensive support systems already in place. im talking like olivia rodrigo whos a disney child star, mgk or willow who have been established artists for a while, jaden w an x or whoever who was already rich and viral before he started "making music" and immediately got picked up by travis barker. Like sure there are regular ppl musicians that got big from tiktok like penelope scott or mxmtoon but they're not nearly as big as the other ones.

So like,,,, even if that somehow did happen for parx it really wouldn't be a huge win!!! You get dedicated fans who show up to concerts by actually WRITING GOOD MUSIC, not sound bites. Sorry for the essay, ik its all been saud before im just long winded and frustrated lol

YEAHHHH YEP you make a lot of great points here and i agree w you LOL. i dont hate the music for this song or anything but it definitely also reads to me as that same “made in a lab” pop punk theyre churning our now for radio. its interesting because that new pop punk and the pop punk of the 00s (and pre-2018 10s) actually sounds super different. this new stuff is way more polished and synthy and electronic and THATS what this parx song sounds like. again i dont hate it and it could be catchy and ill wait to judge it when its fully out but thats the vibe i get

and thats the thing: he DOESNT seem to get that!!!!! hes staking HIS WHOLE CAREER his fate and the fates of his friends and bandmates on landing a viral tiktok hit WHICH MIGHT I REMIND THE AUDIENCE HE ALREADY FAILED TO DO WITH ONE ALBUM and not only is it not guaranteed its gonna get him nowhere near what he thinks. he thinks hes gonna get a viral tiktok audio and be lil nas x. no dude. songs on tiktok go viral all the time and only last a couple weeks. they go viral and their creators/artists dont get lasting recognition AT ALL. sure itll drive your streaming numbers up for a while!!! but those ppl are not sticking around after the hype wears off. ESPECIALLY if all your recent catalogue is bland empty cardboard lyrics you clearly designed for tiktok virality. why the hell would they want to stick around for that???? being lucky enough to score a viral tiktok song is not about to make you the next doja cat. and you literally have not even managed to go viral yet. stop basing your ENTIRE artistry and direction around this idea!!!!!!!!!!