#pls forgib me for this

[tojisun]

beast simon preparing you for days so you can take in his knot. he clicks his tongue when you get whiny and desperate, and grabs you by your jaw because you’re not being obedient; because you insist that you can take all of him already when he can barely fit four of his fingers in you. you always end up squirming, legs shutting close as you cum, splintered moans scratching from your ragged throat. but you’re too overstimulated already, so wrung dry, and you feel like your cunt’s been stretched out enough. you say this to simon and all he does is pull your face close to his, his gaze intense, before grunting out, “next time i hear y’whine, my knot’s goin’ down y’r throat instead.” that shouldn’t have made you wetter than you are already—

[koostarcandy]

Could I request welcome home kisses with Jungkook, or whoever you feeling inspired to write about! 💜

so, give me all your kisses

pairing: jungkook x chef!reader

summary: after one long, tiring month, all jungkook craves is his lover's kisses.

genre: fluff

wc: 1.4k

a/n: thanks for the request! hope it was upto your expectations ^^ if you ever find yourself requesting smth you like, please make sure to follow the guidelines!

it's been an excruciating wait.

jungkook swears the video calls and photos you send from the land of love itself doesn't do justice to your beauty. you never fail to send updates about your work, sending him random snaps of kittens and puppies in paris. he sleeps with your pillow close to his chest, counting and striking off the days on his calendar till you're in his arms.

it's been 3 weeks, 5 days and 8 hours since you've left his side, if he can recall correctly. you laugh teasingly at his math, questioning if it's right. he'll take anything you give him, even if it's blurry pictures of the eiffel tower or pixelated video calls with your pretty face.

"just 2 more days then you're here, right baby?"

"yes, koo. for the millionth time, yes. i promise i'm not changing my schedule, okay?"

jungkook pouts, slightly miffed that he can't see your face before he sleeps. "are you sure you can't switch to video call for a few seconds?" he can hear you sigh sadly, "when i get back, you can look at me all you want, my love."

he mimics your sigh and wishes you a good day at work, suddenly declaring he'll love you for the rest of his life if you bring back souvenirs. you chuckle, saying that you weren't planning on coming back if there weren't plenty of gifts to give him. he hangs up after whispered confessions of love between the both of you, sending the sweetest of "mwah's!" your way.

putting his phone on the bedside table, he rolls over to your side, burying his face deep in your pillow. it's lost your distinct scent of jasmine and cinnamon sugar but he tries reviving it with the weekly laundry washes which you claim to love the smell of. he thinks you know him all too well, promising that the pillow mist you bought him will work just fine in your absence.

groaning at his lack of will to sleep, he grabs the small silver bottle of pillow mist ("its smell reminds me of the time we went to that botanical garden, koo. it's a happy memory, so isn't it best to fall asleep happy?") and sprays the required amount on your pillow, head falling back and eyes immediately closing, the scent pleasing to his sensitive nose.

he smiles instinctively of your time in the garden, the pictures he took you posing with the millions of flowers there playing like a movie in his head. it was the last date you both had before you left for your work trip. jungkook was, after all, the one who urged you take up the workshop at this famed restaurant, claiming it would help you in your future as the greatest chef he'll ever know.

he falls asleep to the thought of you and your nimble hands making him the best food he's ever had, the same hands handing him flowers at your date and the hands which hold him close and safe at night.

"i'm coming, i'm coming! it's 5.45 in the morning, for goodness' sake!"

jungkook groans at the sound of the incessant ring of the doorbell, regretting his decision of ever installing one. all his hyungs know the pass lock to his door and he knows it isn't you because you're the one who made it. if it was the staff, they would've called him. he fixes his hair and rubs his eyes off the sleepiness, internally calming himself before he opens the door.

"excuse me but you can't ring the doorbell like this at-"

"good morning, koo!"

all of a sudden, sleep's tight hold on him has vanished. your crescent eyes and face half covered by the plushie you showed him as your sleeping companion (who he was very jealous but that's not the point) is infront of him, very much real, not blurry and not pixelated.

he flings the plushie off, hands cupping your face. if there's tears in your eyes, you both don't say a thing, instead beaming at each other with sparkly eyes.

"hello, my love," jungkook whispers shakily, trembling lips falling on yours. his hands fall to your waist, gripping you tightly. you're still in your work clothes, smelling of cheese and bread. your hands, which he dreamt of so vividly, are on his arms, quivering fingers gripping the long shirt he wore to bed.

he can hear the clear sound of glass bottles clinking against each other, probably the wine you spoke of so fondly. he doesn't care about the potential mess it may create and in all honesty, who would? he's got his favourite person in his arms, his favourite smell back in his nostrils and his favourite smile on his lips.

"you promised you wouldn't change your schedule," jungkook mumbles into the kiss, hands reaching behind you to shut the door and lean you against it. "but this is a good change, yes baby?" good would be an understatement. his feet stamp on something soft which startles jungkook just abit. he looks down at the culprit, picking it up, "ah, you," glancing back and forth at the plushie and your smiley face, flinging it off again to god knows where.

"hey! that was unbelievably expensive, you know."

"why get that when you can have the real thing, baby?"

you giggle and laugh happily, when he picks you up and spins you around, practically zooming to your shared bedroom. he places you gently on your side, hands below your head so it's laid on the pillow. your smile beams up at him, arms reaching up for him. he promptly falls on you, his limbs getting tangled with yours like it's muscle memory.

you stroke his hair just like how he likes it, the steady but slow rays from outside making it seem like there's an angel on you. "was the flight too early? you must've been so tired," jungkook says, face propped on your chest and hands untucking your shirt. you shrug and boop his nose, smiling when he scrunches it up, "i left after the last class and grabbed all the wine available at the duty free and i slept through the whole time so, no koo, i'm not that tired," you giggle amusedly.

"good. now tell me all about it!"

jungkook holds the tall bottle of wine away from him, face contouring into one of thought.

"this must be from france, am i right or- ah, it's rome, hehe"

you shake your head in amusement and spread the garlic confit on the crisp toast, "let's have breakkie, koo, we've been up too long without food."

he all but rushes to the kitchen/dining area, eyes sparkling at the sight of the food. "thank you for the food," he says in perfect fashion, teeth peeking out to have a bite. his eyebrows furrow in delight, much to your mirth. "eat up all you want, darling," you encourage, humming in delight at your simple breakfast.

jungkook brushes his fingers off of crumbs, doe eyes on you as your tales of the city of love is said from your point of view. he always wondered what he missed when you were gone, always having your pictures and videos a few clicks away. as you ramble on about some sauce and how you finally mastered on how to get it creamy, he finally gets it.

it was you.

you and your never ending chatter of your first love, food and the way your eyes light up when the topic falls on it. your expressive gestures and your gleeful laughter, which never fails to make his day. you in his clothes, a simple oversized white tshirt. you in your shared dining table, talking to him.

he doesn't waste any time to get closer to you, not caring one bit if you complain of him almost spilling your juice. he tilts your chin up so he can get his lips on yours, hand on your neck and tattooed hand curled around your waist. he vows to never let you go anywhere without him ever again, be it for work or for leisure.

you don't question him nor complain, instead wrapping your arms around him, pulling him impossibly closer. he pulls away first, combing your hair out of your face and smiling at your blissed out expression.

"let's invite our friends for dinner tonight," you suggest, "i want to show them all what i learned there."

jungkook nods, never turning down an opportunity to be proud of you. "what do we start with first?"

"well, obviously, hors d'oeuvres-"

"what did you just call me?!"

you roll your eyes at his lame albeit childish joke, smile threatening to break from your lips. he giggles at his own joke, hugging you from the back when you walk away from him. he promises to listen and learn from you, only if you give him your infamous kisses as a reward.

pt time: @armys-dna ; @joondiary ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @highly-functioning-mitochondria ; @taegisms ; @cherishoshi

[osachiyo]

not someone calling me ungrateful for saying my requests are closed.. what is this app on GOODBYE

[mythvoiced]

“Are you sure you don’t want to join me in Milan?” It’s a question, but from Kang Aeri, it sounds more like a demand. An appeal if one were to put this interaction into legal terms.  “You wouldn’t have to worry about the cost or the language; I’m learning Italian right now and I’m very good. If you’re that worried about mooching off of me, I have something you could do for me in return.”

Casually, she links arms with them, her best friend and her favorite model. “C’mon Hyun-ah, think about it– no dispatch, no social obligations, no rules. We can even bring our partners along if they’re not too busy with their paperwork.”

( AND NOW I AM HERE!!! with the fashion bffs bc hyun needs a vacay and aeri is HAPPY to provide 🤩🤩🤩 especially if it means she gets to dress her bff however she wants :D )

@stillresolved | the 'girls' are planning~!!!!

Occasionally, Hyun will pretend. Or, well, to be quite frank, she does a lot more pretending than she does genuine emoting, which often leads to particularly interesting memories for the people around her.

She's mostly known for the stern demeanor, the coldness she emanates, look into her eyes when she's working and walk away knowing you've met something more powerful than you, at least because the will in her gaze would insinuate her to be so.

But with Aeri?

Well...

Every rule has its exceptions.

When Aeri links their arms together, Hyun lets her drag her in with the feigned eye-roll of someone who'd started considering relenting about ten minutes prior to the conversation even starting.

It'd be more sensible to remain in South Korea, hell, to remain in Seoul. She isn't the most savvy at her own public relation work - exhibit A the reason she supposedly needs a vacation - but even she would wonder, would going on a trip to Milan with a powerful, well-regarded fashion designer everyone knows her to be close to not just make her look...

Disinterest?

Arrogant?

She's in deep legal shit, after all, defamation lawsuits she's trying to start and others she's trying to battle, flounting money that isn't hers via a connection that is hers...

Wouldn't it be perfectly on brand?

Hyun turns to look at Aeri. The look in her eyes seems to insinuate Aeri is being both terribly tempting and awfully inconsiderate for attempting temptation in the first place. But isn't that what she likes so about Kang Aeri?

It's easy to forget how powerful Aeri's family is when in her presence solely because of how much more raw power she exudes. Wealth and status colour the air differently depending on if its new or old money. Sure, not even Hyun can say Aeri came from a poor background and worked her way up, she's a liar but not a dumb one.

But from the ground up Aeri worked herself anyway. Her background doesn't imply the freedom to do as she pleases. When her designs had started covering the racks she used to throw the brands of others she'd wear, they were sewn together by her own needle-pricked fingers.

And if Hyun were to say yes here, she'd say yes to Aeri's favour. Not the Kang's.

Which is perhaps where the real temptation lies: watching her best friend show off with things she's put together for herself, a ladder she'd not only climbed, but also built.

"You mentioned something I could do for you in return," she says, leaning away slightly to regard her with a teasing look. Honestly, she'd had her at the first hint of an idea of a suggestion here. Watching Kang Aeri turn heads in Milan while she upset the deeply Catholic country with her wife at her side, arms linked or around waists, all while said country could not say anything for how powerful her presence was, how lucrative it would be?

Witnessing that with her own hand stuffed in Boram's, all while she could sit by, smell like the finest of perfumes, dismiss people with 'I don't speak Italian, sorry' and pretend trouble doesn't await her back home?

Oh.

Yeah.

Definitely.

"You're lucky I'd do anything for you," Hyun says, reaching around with her free hand to pinch Aeri's cheek, which is about as obvious a 'duh, I'm coming' as the phrase itself would have been.

[hualian-paracetamol600mg]

*xl flicks cutely*

*you scream astronomically*

cr:2ha_spoiler on twt

[sighonaraa]

Hey!!! 😊 I definitely don’t want to be pushy but just wondering if you have an estimated time when you might be posting the mom city fix it? I’m just so excited, this fic sounds AMAZING! Ignore this if I’m being annoying haha.

this is not pushy or annoying at all!!! in fact it's very lovely and gratifying to hear people are excited about this fic, so thank you!!! MWAH.

so. i put off answering this because i wasn't sure. but. i have had A Day of writing and i think. I Think.

i might be able to post this Absolute Behemoth on sunday!

... stay tuned for the final stretch and the summary and the tagging adventures though! this may change. but sunday. sunday? sunday.

[acinonyxantidote]

this came to me in a vision

[bookedrevenge]

location: the museum who: @lcblanc when: after closing

He's kept his distance during his time in Port Leiry. The town is big enough and work takes him away enough to keep their circles from running into each other unless he deigns for it to happen. Under the Brotherhood, he was yoked, restrained until necessary and it let people like her burrow in and fester unbothered.

He stands in front of a painting, waiting for her to appear. The rest of the tourists have trickled out, and he looks up at the massive canvas hanging on the wall. Blood drips from the subject's knife menacingly, the only splash of color in an otherwise monochrome piece. The woman holding the knife has a look of righteous triumph on her face, and he can imagine why she includes this one in her collection.

Hunters are bound together by the loose code of ridding the world of the supernatural and protecting humans from monsters, but they also have their individual motivations. Targets and ones that elude them in an endless game of cat and mouse. For Book, there's the vampire that stole his family from him, and Narcisse.

[tiodolma]

The Game

"I'm sick of being umpire, let me play."

"Percival start the game"

"Just say 'throw the ball' like normal people"

"Throw it heeeere"

"Tthat was a useless (pass)!"

"Bors says it wasn't a foul"

.....

they are so fun to watch XD

[youphoriaot7]

Trick or treat!

(What about this au you mentioned that you made nidere researches for?)

WOO!

...heh...oh anon...you hath opened the floodgates.

To be fair, I haven't talked about it much on here—I think I've only mentioned it once or twice, really. But...I'm working on a completely self-satisfying spiderbit au fic. DBH x Ordem Paranormal.

So...Roier is an android. Former housekeeper-type android, current police assistant. Cellbit is a paranormal investigator—under the guise of a normal detective—that the Detroit police have called in to try and help them solve a case and keep it under wraps. The case involves a small kid—who may be a ghost or possessed, Cellbit still isn't sure—and because of that, Roier wants in. (It's a kid! He needs help!) It also involves an old laboratory on the outskirts of the city, home to two figures of the investigator's past that he thought he had finally put to rest.

I am...very mentally ill about this au.

[thehistorynut19]

harpocrates

Dedicated to @daigokiryu since we talk a loooot about our s/i's. I an utterly ENAMORED with Hack and Kuroro and I feel like Hack and Tea def got some shit - idk maybe they're these "rivals" or uh....

Hesitant allies? Who knows man.

Anyway enjoy imma hide

They say that older means wiser.

But older means you are older, senile, losing your sense of self and clinging on to that irrational reality that you think is real.

Perhaps they are both losing it.

Older she may be in a sense, a mother to all with a dead fish gaze of a lightpost; losing its light to time.

Younger they may be but the world had weighed down upon them with predatory gazes, unable to even lift the pen that they once used to flourish the world of ink.

It's poison to them now.

Carcinogenic fumes that buried their beloved.

A stinging, singing whip wrapped around their fist, the woman glaring at them. She thinks she knows, she claims she knows but does she?

Does she?

Does she know that agony that resounds, howls, and wishes in the dark that they make upon a starless sky because no one will fucking hear their cries?

Silenced by fate.

"Hack, that's enough, I don't want to fight you."

Hack hisses, a serpent within the grass as they raise their other fist. Flames licking at the deadly virus and ready to reach out and shoot forth-

"Stop! Please!"

The little lion cub paws at Hack's leg, having refused to transform despite his mother's state. Blunt nails digging into armor and scraping against keratin.

They don't want to kick the child but...

"Will this make you happy, Ku-san?!"

A pause, and Hack slowly feels their muscles distend upon themselves; shirking, rotting, a plague upon their bones. A heart once lost now falsely found feasting upon their own corpse.

When was the last time they had been happy?

"Will it...make you happy? Fighting?" Leoring doesn't know how to properly face the world, they know this but slowly do they bend down, the lancing whip's grace evaporating from their wrists as slowly both of their armor disintegrates

A choking, writhing, withering gasp.

"I don't know..."

Leoring slowly wraps his tiny paws around the leg of the other, "Can we stay...for a lil?" he whispers.

"Rest." A sudden shock of frigid cold to their cheek, a bottle of water in the hands of the other. Hack glances up to the tamer of beasts who gives them a silent and sweet smile. "When was the last time you had eaten, or drank something? Or even slept?" she always asks these questions to everyone, they remember her grilling her teammates with the most hideous of glares.

It's a sign she cares. when Hack no longer does.

Slowly they sit on the ground in a criss-cross position, bringing the little lion into their chest and letting out a sobbing sigh as the smell of popcorn and cotton candy and bubble gum fills their senses; it's the scent of the little kit that tries to help, purring and making biscuits against their shoulders.

"Thanks..." they hoarse murmur as they take the bottle after a moment of silence, and still has their hand stretched out as she places a wrapped rice ball into their palm to join it.

It's still warm...life put into it when they felt their own fade away.

"Do you think..." Hack murmurs as Tea sits next to them, Leoring looking up at them with wide eyes and a cock of his head.

"Do you think I'll see him again?"

"You will!"

"He's not the type to stay dead." Tea scoffs as she pulls out a blanket from her knapsack (they never figured out how the fuck she does that) and wraps it around their shoulders. "I'm sure he'll be back."

Hack doesn't speak, sipping from the bottle and munching from the wad of rice, listening absentmindedly to Leoring's little made up stories about the sun and the moon and the stars.

The silence won't kill any of them today, not until their tongues are primed for war once more.

[osachiyo]

i can't stop thinking of boothill with a halovian actress s/o who is also the younger sister of sunday and robin.

like imagine her taking him to meet her older siblings. robin being so supportive of the relationship, while sunday tries to hide his disappointment. well he fails and tells his baby sister that she should find another guy, but she's like "but brother i love him!" while clinging onto boothill's arm :3

this is very self-indulgent btw

NONNIE YOUR BRAINN 😍 robin would find you two so adorable ! she'd be happy her younger sister finally found someone 🥹 while sunday on the other hand.. let’s just say he is not quite fond of your taste in men. still, seeing you smile and giggle everytime you talk about that man does soften him up a little — but that does not mean he’ll fully let his guard down :/

[birbfeeder2artisticboogaloo]

wait, for real, you're new to tumblr?

ah i joined back in april!! (i think?? maybe it was may??? i can't remember now lol 😅) i still feel like a noob tho, bc whenever the 'how to tumblr' posts come round i learn something new every time 🤣

[maestro-of-clockwork]

well shoots man, a new game just came out called "Welcome Home" and now Tony gotta compete against Wally Darling. they both HANDSOME AF! this would surely cause a battle!

It's rather bold to assume there is competition, dearest. There is never competition when it comes to me - only frauds who are greedy for what I have...but I get the sense that Wally is not one to intend to take what is mine.

[cyber-nya]

learn to do it

a canon-divergent au in which the roger pirates hire a tutor for shanks and buggy.

[tyunlewd]

Please ignore this if it makes you feel uncomfortable, but i am seriously need txt with breeding kink rnnn😢

angel

soobin x fem!reader (smut)

warning(s); breeding, creampie (pls protect urselves 🙏), nickname ‘angel’, cum stuffing, (implied) aftercare :3

notes: first fic up on the blog because i made it then immediately got swamped with responsibilities irl pls forgib me </3. but anywho i prefer to write oneshots like this over headcanons/bulleted lists so i just chose one member, i hope that’s okay! if there’s another member you’d like to see pls lmk ^_^

soobin’s been fucking you for nearly an hour, his stamina impressing you despite your state of arousal. there was little other noise in the room besides desperate crazed moans and slapping of skin as he buried himself deep inside of you, running you into the mattress.

his soft grunts and moans severely contrasted his rough and quick pace, but they pushed you closer to the edge nonetheless

“fuck, baby,” he praises you sweetly.

“you take my dick so good. so good for me, pretty girl.”

you helplessly nod against the sheets, squirming around, your orgasm beginning to coil up in your stomach, pleading for a release.

“god, it’s so deep, it’s too deep!”

you whine, but his persistent thrusts don’t stop. if anything, he presses impossibly further inside of you, the tip of his dick hitting your cervix. a soft buzzing overtakes your entire body as you quickly approach an orgasm.

“gonna cum inside you, angel,”

he pants in your ear, hands gripping you by the small of your back. his thumbs dig into your plush skin, and when his breathing picks up you know he’s about to cum.

“wanna fill you up with my babies.”

at his comment, you unravel, cumming so hard your entire body reacts and shakes with pleasure. you desperately grip at the sheets beneath you to keep from twisting away and out of his grasp, but he’s holding you so tight you probably couldn’t have done so anyway.

the way you clench around him and whine and moan as you cum has him following you almost immediately after, pushing into you so far your ass is flush with his pelvic bone. you feel his sticky seed spill inside you, and because you’re already stuffed with his dick, it dribbles out of you.

“oh my god,”

soobin pulls out of you slightly, but not all the way. as he does so, you feel what seems like an absurd amount of cum squeeze itself out of you.

“you’re so full, angel.”

he pulls all the way out, and he almost gets hard again from the sight of your leaking pussy. as some of it leaks you, he scoops it up with his finger and shoves it back inside you. you yelp at the harsh overstimulation.

“wanna make sure you take every last drop,” he comments, repeating the motion of shoving his own arousal back inside of you as more of it tries to drip down your thighs.

after some time of him obsessively trying to keep you stuffed, you have to push his hand away weakly.

“enough, soob, i’m too full.”

he nods, but smears whatever slick is left of his hand on your butt, which he proceeds to knead and massage in his hands.

“you’re so pretty, angel. you look so pretty like this.”

you hum at the nice feeling, but when his curious fingers begin to wander lower, you swat at him again.

“s’ enough!”

you laugh, and he takes the hint this time. he presses a kiss you your backside, trailing more kisses up your spine before he makes it to your neck and face, pressing a long and sweet one right to your temple.

“i’ll be back, angel,” he promises, rising off of the bed and heading for the bathroom.