#🐿️ anon.

[lillyspeakz]

Ello its 🐿️! Sooo first of all I hope your day is going awesome! Second, uhh any possible hc’s /drabbles for Ghost Wilbur and Tommy during halloween? I know in Pagan culture it’s said that the barrier between our world and theirs is basically nonexistent during halloween/Samhain! Anyways have a lovely dayyyy!

Thank you darling, it’s been good so far! Also yes I do!

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- Halloween is the one time in the year that the boys can go out and explore. Tom usually going to see what people are doing, observing. While Wilbur usually just walks around, hoping to get lost and lose the connection he has on the house, wanting to leave and be free.

- yet, you came along and turned his perspective around. He suddenly enjoyed Halloween and spending time with you, wanting to go everywhere with you. And let me tell you, y’all went everywhere

- from 12 in the morning to 11:59 at night, you were doing something. Watching the sunset, stargazing, going on a coffee shop date, shopping, etc. He helps you hand out candy to the littles that come up, the parents giving Wil a weird look, but not making further effort. He could care less! He’s with you and having the best time.

- now- you guys go on a late night walk around the town and it’s nice. But when y’all get home-

- man is making love to you under the moonlight…. It’s actually so cute I’m writing it rn and oml-

-Tom on the other hand is hanging out with Molly this year.

- he met molly a couple months ago, becoming friends with the girl as she would come into the backyard and explore the empty house. Wil did try to scare her but Tom refused.

- then you moved in and she couldn’t do that anymore, which the realization was devastating to Tom, sad all the time after.

- you knew about Molly, she was your neighbor and she was lovely! Yet you always would see her looking at the house, waving at something in the windows.

- finally you walked in on Tom looking out the window, smiling so hard as he waved at the women on the side walk.

“Hmm now I know why she’s always around..”

“What?! No no! I was just being- friendly.”

“Mhm.”

- you invite her over some times, knowing why she wants to be there. And the first time you can tell she’s looking around to see if she’ll see him, her body becoming restless in the chair she sat on.

“He’s upstairs in the room on the left.”

“W-what?”

“Tom. He’s upstairs. I bet he’s waiting for you..”

“I- how did you-“

“Tom isn’t very good at hiding things.”

“Yeah no! He’s not.”

- so now when she wants to come over you gave her a key so she can let herself in.

- Tom and her go out, they end up trick or treating and in the middle of a field in her, eating candy and talking.

- they do end up kissing a little bit… but nothing more, knowing they both weren’t ready for that. Though tom claimed he was a big man and could handle anything-

- so yes, the barrier breaks kinda on Halloween, letting spirits of all kind roam free- you can just see the two ghost men easier

[daisykihannie]

okay hi!! this is for your drabble game 😋 can i have 28 with felix ❤️

and if you don’t have a 🐿️ anon can i be that one! thank you in advance <3

of course you can be 🐿️ anon~

28.) They accidentally call you mommy

Pairing: Felix x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Suggestive, mommy kink, Sub Lix

[shalomniscient]

thinking about sub acheron..

just, acheron being our good girl and wanting to be as good as she can be!!

maybe sometimes even walking around with a vibrator in we gave her, trying to seem unbothered but in reality she came not once nor twice

I NEED THAT WOMAN AAA. also, can I be 🐿️ anon? :)

as much as i go on about acheron being a top i do still personally believe she could bottom, if she was horrendously down bad enough. i feel like she'd become kinda puppy-ish? just very very eager to please and make you happy kinda vibe, like you said !!

[more nsft utc--]

stuffing a vibe into her shorts and making her walk around penacony with you........ oh anon you're MEAN but acheron is willing to do it if it's for you <333 she'll trail along behind you the whole time, maybe even holding onto your sleeve as she tries not to show the wobble in her step. if she can't take it anymore she'll start nosing at your neck and pawing at your clothes quietly asking you to have mercy on her and make her cum herself silly on your fingers (somewhere private, of course. acheron always wants to savor you with no distractions).

i think acheron would also love being eat out. thighs firmly held apart by you, fingers fisting into the sheets because you told her she wasn't allowed to touch as you devour her pretty cunt. acheron has low, deep groans that are so absurdly hot for no reason, and you adore seeing the way her back arches and her entire body locks up as she cums.

her favorite way to please you on the other hand is having you sit on her face. she gets to look up at you from between your pretty thighs, watching the way your expression twists in pleasure from her actions. it's a sight she'll never, ever forget.

also yes !! you can be 🐿️ anon, welcome welcome !!

[revehae]

(It’s a long one but I hope you read it ah)

i don’t know If you’re not taking requests atm then ignore this but it’s more so a little reminder ? I don’t really know 😭 but awhile ago you wrote a drabble someone requested and it was a jaemin, haechan, jeno, mark, and jisung x reader ? It was a noncon gangbang fic and they were all holding reader down and I think it was Jaemin who was going first and was going to go anal and all the other guys were egging him on waiting for their turns.

I always wanted a continuation / longer version but now I just want it back it was one of my favs 😭 I don’t think you have it saved cuz it wasn’t like a oneshot or anything but if you are able to find it please post it or even if you can rewrite it please when you find the time do I love your writing so so much sorry for the long ramble ah

tw // noncon, gangbanging, anal it was jeno not jaemin lol but yes i still have it. the “five guys doing some serious damage to my guts rn” “6 when i get there” drabble

you tried your best, you really did, but you were unfathomably outnumbered. unfairly. it was enough attempting to rival jeno’s infinite strength, but you didn’t stand a chance against five guys.

especially not when they were all holding you onto the mattress, restricting you with a might you’d never be able to mirror even if you trained for literal war. mark and jisung had a grip on your legs and jaemin kept your hands pinned to your chest, while haechan had a palm pressed squarely to your mouth.

and jeno, unsurprisingly, stood between your forcibly parted legs, palming his rigid cock to the erotic sight unfolding before him. your panties were torn (mark’s doing, if you recalled correctly), exposing your cunt, and jaemin had harshly tugged your bra to pinch your stiff nipples.

a downpour of fresh, damp tears were hot against your flushed cheeks, gathering thickly at your lashes. jeno liked how you, unbroken, still flailed and thrashed in their arms, in spite of the glaringly obvious fact that you were no match for the five of them together.

you squealed into haechan’s gloved palm, your probably unkind words of protest muffled into an empty oblivion as jeno’s cock teased your holes, deciding which one he’d use.

“take her ass,” haechan told him, snickering when you glimpsed up at him in a mixture of shock and unadulterated anger for the suggestion.

“her ass, huh?” jeno hummed, slowly dragging his cock below your exposed pussy.

“do it,” jisung encouraged from his left like a little devil on his shoulder.

jeno snickered. glancing up at you, he grinned slyly and said, “guess i’m fucking your ass, baby.”

you shook your head vigorously, aggressively expressing your lack of consent, but your indistinct sounds meant nothing to them and your thrashing was pointless if there was nowhere for you to run.

jeno sinked into your hole, a satisfied howl being yanked out of him as he did, impaling you deeper and deeper on his girthy cock. it’s too thick for your unprepped hole, but jeno didn’t seem to care, and neither did any of his buddies.

“fuck,” jeno hissed in delight, wasting no time to start rutting into you at a steady rhythm.

jaemin laughs at the expression on his friend’s face, patiently anticipating his own turn to use you as he pleased. it was going to be a long night for you. “it’s good?”

“fuck yeah,” jeno grunted, pushing deep, forcing himself as far inside as he could possibly fit. the pain was too unbearable for you to stay still, writhing and sobbing, but jeno was too blissed out to pay any mind to your tears.

your asshole tensed around his dick, gripping and tugging him in, and the longer jeno was exposed to the tightening sensation, the more animalistic his thrusts became. and the louder your screams grew against haechan’s covered hand, coated in your hot tears. 

haechan smacked your cheek. “shut up,” he said lowly, growling. “shut up before i put that mouth of yours to better use.”

you closed your eyes, trying to isolate yourself from the brutal reality, hopeful that maybe you’ll forget the feeling of their fingers bruising your limbs from how tightly they held them and jeno relentlessly abusing your hole.

[nouearth]

I’d feel bad if I didn’t put this man on your radar, and if he already is, then this is just a reminder…

Emilio Sakraya

You’re Welcome! ❤️🤤🥵😏🔥🍆🍑

-🐿️

💌 : omg, i hate being gay so much because the way i gulped when his gifs showed up... GOD.

[biblio-smia]

This Wednesday is Valentine's Day, sooooooo, what would Mike Schmidt be like on Valentine's Day?

-🐿️

ohhhh my goodnesss hed be so perfect,,, happy valentines day!! i love you 👊 guys so much <3 | masterlist

mike is always nervous as soon as mid-january rolls around, writing down and scratching out different ideas he has for valentine's day. well, first he has to ask you to be his valentine.

mike decides february first is a safe enough date and he goes all out - he's hand-made a card that hides in the glovebox of his car, hearts sticking out of the passenger side sun visor mirror to entice your hand. once you do notice and pull down the mirror, little paper hearts all over your legs, a note instructs you to open the glovebox, where you have to dig through flowers to find the card asking you to be mike's valentine.

on valentine’s day, everything is heart-shaped. from the fruit on your plate for breakfast to the tags on the vase of the fresh bouquet that sits on the dining room table. the house smells of warm breakfast that you and mike have cooked together, the early start to your mornings not bothersome at all today. abby is sent to school with a class valentine set she's picked out, dressed in pink, red, and white. it's not an unusual color scheme from what she normally wears, but it's made special with the lovebug antenna headband she wears.

you and mike won't see each other until later in the afternoon, so you relish in the kisses and soft happy valentine's day wishes now.

you get home later than mike and, just as you suspected, find him in the kitchen (as he usually is). but there's an even bigger mess than most nights and you watch as mike puts something into oil, quickly pulling his fingers away from any splatter.

there's a knowing smile on your face as you approach, much to mike's disdain.

"you're not supposed to be in here," mike says with a bit of whine in his voice, eyes momentarily dragging away from the pots and pans cluttering the stovetop.

"yeah, okay." you pay no attention to mike, careful with your distracting presence, keeping an eye the food while mike takes his eye off.

you can gauge mike's stress by the crowded countertops and the stains on his sweater - ones he hasn't noticed until your line of sight drags his own down. mike sighs - one more thing for him to do.

his exasperation is obvious and your heart begins to churn. whatever mike is cooking is finished, according to him, and he picks up the pan. mike's eyes scan the countertops for a place to put the hot pan down and you can see his frustration grow. you take the pan, carefully as to not burn yourself, and make some space between a few stray pots.

when mike catches your eye again he deflates, tugging you into his hard.

"it really should be perfect," he sighs.

"it really doesn't have to be."

mike frowns as you pick up his chin, forcing him to look at you. you squeeze his face until he smiles, nose scrunched and eyes shut. you press kisses to his face until you hear laughter, and then you kiss him some more.

mike forgets all about the stress of a perfect valentine's dinner soon enough, your reassuring touches bringing him back to a state of sanity.

mike changes into a much cleaner sweater and into a much calmer attitude, nodding along as you suggest borrowing some of abby's art supplies (you'd make it up to her later).

the two of paint while you eat everything mike has prepared (and you make sure to compliment it all - mike can tell when you're exaggerating, but he smiles nonetheless). there's a consistent string of hushed laughter as you two try to peek at each other's work, each of you doing your best to hide it.

an hour later, there's a grand reveal; both of you had created something for each other. the paintings are exchanged (though they will end up right next to each other) along with kisses and the real gifts you've gotten for each other.

there were no explicit directions or expectations for them, but items had been grabbed in the days leading up, reminders of each other coming up in the most expected places. mike'd like this. this is mike's favorite color. mike loves the feeling of cotton.

he follows you everywhere, as you follow him. and there's just something about knowing how much attention he pays, how much care he puts into things when it comes to you. so, valentine's day is always quite the special day for the two of you.

[princessbrunette]

fwb with rafe but he catches feelings and you dont. i think it would drive him INSANE especially if he tells you and you reject him but continue fuking him. like he becomes obsessed i think idk tho.

anyways can i be 🦦 or 🐿️ anon please 🙏🏻

rafe cannot do casual, he literally becomes obsessed so fast and then will do anything to get you, even down to hurting/killing people who hurt you :///

[polyamorousmood]

Heya, I just wanted to stop by and say I appreciate you. I've been on a kinda weird poly journey the last year, and I love how normal your blog makes it feel. Like, I've spent some time in other pro-poly spaces (mostly Reddit unfortunately.....) and everything is always just so DRANATIC and TENSE and it makes me NERVOUS 😭 Your blog doesn't feel that way though and I appreciate it! Thank you 💕

- 🐿

heya, that's exactly why I made this blog so I'm a little -- 🥺🥹🥹 hold up☝️ I need a minute. 😭🥹

Forums and reddit seems to overwhelmingly be dominated by People Having Very Big Problems and No Good Solutions. Like:

Q: I realized I'm poly 4 yrs into a marriage and my spouse isn't okay wit it what do I do A1: you're gonna have to breakup, or repress yourself forever A2: [a lot of nuance], but ultimately, you're going to have to divorce or repress yourself forever A3: just emotionally manipulate your spouse into making concessions they don't feel comfortable with A4: couples counseling NOW and maaaaybe in 18-24 months an acceptable compromise can be reached A5: haha, yeah, you're going to have to repress yourself forever or divorce your spouse

and that being 85% of the posts was so fucking depressing and harrowing dude. Like, I think its important for those people that there be a space for that of course. But goddamn, that's all I could find 😭

So I tried to make a space that didn't suck. And not that those things never get discussed here (I know I've answered an ask like that before). But just. A place where its clear there's more to it than Suffering™️.

So I'm really glad that came across and that its providing pretty much what I wanted it to for you 💙💖🖤 I like thinking that even if I go inactive sometime, the blog will stay here as it is, and it can be a comfort 🫂then too

We do this because there is unspeakable joy in it

please stop by again, 🐿️ 💞

[skzoologist]

Ok so I have another idea,

So bae is having a bad day and struggling with something, feeling insecure making him feel really stressed and down and he considers harming himself to cope with it thankfully one of the members notice him (Feeling in a minho or chan mood rn so if you could write it as them that would be amazing) and check up on him right before he was about to and stops, him comforting bae

P.S You don't have to write it if you aren't comfortable writing something like this. Ngl I dunno what came over me with this, maybe I am self projecting?

-🐿️

word count: ~2.1k

warnings: self-harm, self-deprecating thoughts

genre: heavy angst, hurt/comfort

a/n: I know I got another ask from a different follower a day ago, but this is just activating my own spidey senses, so this enjoys priority. Also I'm alright writing this, because it touches on a part of Bae's lore that I haven't revealed yet, so don't worry about that. But 🐿️ anon, my sweetie, if you ever really have these thoughts, talk to someone. Anyone. A friend, family, heck, even me or another online person! This isn't a long-term solution, but it can help tremendously. This goes for everyone too: if talking to me or requesting something like this helps, never hesitate to do so! Life is hard and we sometimes need some time and help to recuperate and get back to our feet. There's no shame in it.

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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As soon as Bae opened his eyes, he felt the air heavily pressing onto his skin, as if a weight was fused onto the upper layer. His limbs felt sluggish, as if his own blood and bones were cast out of pure steel and misery. The light that successfully seeped through the thick curtains felt too bright, earning a low hiss from the male.

Mornings after a migraine were always hard to bear.

The one he’d had the previous day was particularly harsh, rendering him useless as he’d been just carried away by his bandmates to the dorms in urgency. All schedules’s been cancelled for him immediately, Chan telling him how it was alright, how he should only ever focus on his own health.

It made his stomach churn.

Everyone was working themselves to the point of exhaustion every single day, yet here he was, laying in bed once again, causing inconvenience for everyone. He hated it with every fibre of his being, the feeling seeping deep inside and nestling there. 

Yet, Bae put a lock onto the gate this monstrous being hid behind, forcing his limbs to move, the motion cumbersome and difficult. What would have only taken him a few minutes now took ten or twenty, an obscuring fog settling over most of his mind. Nothing felt right, yet he powered through it, refusing to leave out another day of work. 

Not even Chan could stop him.

After his morning routine was done and his horribly pale skin was hidden behind makeup, he went out of his room at his own, slow pace, knowing fully well no one else was at the dorms anymore. They were all already at the company, busy with their solo schedules and practices. He himself had to be at a photoshoot in an hour, or at least according to his original, filled out schedule. His hyungs adamantly gave him not only yesterday off, but two other days as well, not leaving him any room for argument.

Little did they know he’d told his own manager to reschedule those two days amidst head-splitting pain and blurry vision. It was an arduous task, but he’d managed.

Once he was down in the lobby and ready to go, his driver was surprised, safe to say, the expression obvious as it sat out onto his face. But he’d been working with Bae for long years now, thus that was the only indication about the idol’s unexpected appearance. No words were exchanged, the two acknowledged the other with a respectful nod and off they were to their destination.

The drive wasn’t long, leaving Bae no time to sink into his thoughts as he watched the scenery fly by through the window. Even the weather was feeling down, the skies grey and melancholic. It felt as if in the next minute the clouds would start weeping, openly pouring their heart out in a silent farewell.

Once the car was parked, he slightly nodded at the driver who was looking back at him, opening the door and stepping out onto still dry pavement. His legs automatically took him into the company, something he was grateful for with his hazy mind. The only thoughts that were coherently formed in there were about his bandmates and how he wished he wouldn’t run into them accidentally. He really didn’t have the energy to hear what they had to say and berate him over not resting.

It seemed like his prayers were heard, nobody noticing him as he was silently walking through the halls, as if he was a ghost tied to them for eternity. The moment the staff saw him enter the room they bowed and greeted him, something he reciprocated silently with a bow of his own. 

He was soon whisked away to a chair, his makeup and hair professionally done. Even if the workers noticed the bags under his eyes or his unnaturally pale complexion, none of them acknowledged it, opting to instead silently work away with precise movements. 

The different array of powder snugly stuck to his skin, just enough to make him feel like the idol he was supposed to be, not a smidge more. The colours were vibrant, the exact opposite of what he felt like under the mask he’d put up, something that fit his idol self only. His bleached, white hair was gently clipped up, a few chosen strands taken out and purposefully left hanging down, framing his face elegantly. A glint caught his eye, the dangly earring in his left ear catching light and shining brightly.

The man who looked back at him in the mirror felt like someone else.

Tearing his gaze away, he let the stylists choose his outfit and got into position, everyone’s eyes on that stranger who he was supposed to be. With a cold gaze he did his job, perfectly executing everything that was expected of him. Even after the sixth outfit change, the final one, and endless photos taken over the course of hours, his expression remained unchanged, focus solely on the camera that was pointed directly at him.

The way back home felt like a blur to him. Stripped of the branded clothes and sheltering makeup on his face, he felt vulnerable, something those dark, swirling thoughts started taking advantage of. He tried to think of anything else, of food or even a favourite TV show.

None of it worked.

They all circled back to how he shouldn’t be skipping the group’s dance practice, how miserable he looked and how he felt nauseous, even though he hadn’t eaten anything all day. Horrendous scenarios played through his head, worsening with every passing second, each ending with him being forced to leave the group.

He really should cook something. If not for himself, then his bandmates, who no doubt would be hungry by the time they got back to the dorms.

But what if… What if they wouldn’t want to eat it? Why would they? After all, he was someone undeserving of their love, to be in the group, useless with a malfunctioning body. He wouldn’t be surprised if one of them finally would have had enough of his constant migraines and the hassle that always came with it, the constant darkness and hushed voices as he was carried away, unmoving.

He also didn’t have an amazingly unique voice like Felix, or dance moves like Minho. Hell, he didn’t even know how to produce music, like 3RACHA.

He was useless.

The knife in his hand glinted, surrounded by half-chopped vegetables. A thought ran through his head, one that would solve all his problems, permanently ending them.

Pale skin drew him in, dark veins peeking through. It felt inviting, as if it somehow grew a mouth itself and called the knife’s name, inescapably alluring.

“Bae?”

His eyes were drawn from the freshly drawn blood, only a few droplets escaping and coating the surface of the blade in a bittersweet vermillion colour. Chan just stood there, frozen, hand stopped midair, no doubt in the process of taking off his bag. Their eyes met, dull ones with pure panic, darting between the knife and Bae’s eyes, as if no matter how hard their owner tried, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

The thud of the bag was loud in the heavy silence, unsure footsteps soon following it.

Bae just watched as the older walked towards him, steps wobbly and out of their usual, steady rhythm. Shaking hands reached towards his own ones, gently prying them apart and away from the stained, sharp object.

An even shakier breath left Chan’s lips as he just stood there, still holding the other’s hands in his gentle hold, blood now painting his skin in small rivers. Their eyes couldn’t meet this time, no, the leader’s own gaze focused on their conjoined hands, expression hidden from the younger.

Not a sound could be heard as Bae was led towards the bathroom, Chan’s hands quietly working away on taking care of the fresh wound. Bae similarly didn’t say anything, not even hiss left his lips when the alcohol touched open skin, or when it was finally sealed off, left to heal in peace.

The two remained there for a while, one standing, the other sitting, until the silence was broken by quiet sniffles, the older’s lip wobbling and eyes shining with unshed tears.

“What were you thinking?” - his voice was a broken little thing, as if he himself got hurt by the knife instead of Bae.

The younger stayed silent, numb and unwilling to burden anyone with his worthless thoughts. He didn’t deserve being cared for like this, something the voices whispered to him relentlessly.

“Bae, why did you do it? Do you hate being with us this much?”

His head snapped up from where he was observing the tiles underneath his feet, wide eyes staring into Chan’s tear-filled ones. Those obsidian orbs were filled with sorrow, the usually bright nebulas now hidden in darkness. The sight alone broke something in Bae, as if he was pulled up onto the surface of an alaskan lake from its deep, imprisoning depths.

A sound left the younger’s lips, something that vaguely resembled a word, yet no one could tell. It was quiet, broken, much like the male himself. More soon followed its wake, finally donning the form of a word and adamantly denying Chan’s question with their sole existence. His head shook as tears finally fell down upon shaking hands, ones that were raised in a sad attempt of hiding away. Chan didn’t hesitate to hug the unravelling boy in front of him, his standing form easily engulfing Bae’s small, sitting one.

“Then why?” - the question was careful, as if a single wrong word could shatter Bae into irreparable pieces.

“I don’t feel worthy to be here.” - that was the simple answer he got.

The grip on the younger tightened impossibly, Chan’s form rigid and unbreathing. It prompted Bae to snake his hands further up, clinging onto the fabric there desperately, hold more secure on his hyung. His head was buried in Chan’s stomach, afraid to be seen like this.

“My moonlight, look at me.” - it was a gentle request, one that was accompanied by tender hands, holding onto tear-stained cheeks and leading them out of their hiding.

Thumbs softly swiped the droplets away from underneath dark, confused eyes.

“You’re one of the hardest working people I’ve ever met, and I’ve been in this demanding industry for longer than anyone should have. There’s a passionate fire burning inside you, one that you never let lose its intensity. Not only do you practise and work relentlessly, you also have amazing talent in everything you do. Your singing is wonderfully soft, perfectly harmonising with anyone you sing with. You know every single one of our dances to the point where if I were to start a song from any point, you would know what dance move goes with it. And you always look amazing, no matter what you wear or do. On top of all that, you never fail to help us or listen to our problems. Never once have you turned us away in all these years.”

Chan’s eyes held a soft light, a gentle smile dancing on his lips. It stole the breath out of Bae’s lungs, his eyes stinging as a fresh wave of tears started forming.

“You can ask any of us, we would only sing your praises. Because they’re true, baby. You might get migraines often, but then what? That doesn’t make you any less of us. You work hard enough already, a little rest won’t take away from that.”

He stopped for a moment, as if a fond memory appeared in front of his eyes.

“Did you know? I love the little snacks you sneak into my bag that I take to the studio with me. I also love the little notes you always give me with it and the silly little drawings on them. I’ve never thrown one out ever since you started giving them to me.”

The look on Chan’s face was entirely too fond, something that Bae couldn’t possibly look at for too long, lest his chest burst into loved pieces. No, hiding into the fabric of his hyung felt better, unwilling to think about the way the man’s lips curved up, dimples peeking through, or the way his eyes were just slightly crinkled, holding the warmth of a star itself even through those crystal droplets.

“You’re loved, Bae. Never forget that.”

[hyunsvngs]

No cause I js saw jellyfish anons post and OMFG their so right and cumming because js imagine puppy Seungmin in heat all clingy and desperate for you and your touch and your pussy he probably begs to covkwamr you every night untill his heat is completely over. I can see him rutting on your thighs at night or somtimes humping on nothing pathetically begging and needed some kind of friction, to like he js gets so hard in the middle of he night while cockwarming you and does a late night, desperate fuck with nothing but whimpers and whines and blabering mostly coming from him cause "you jus' feel so good m-mommy", messily fucking your tight pussy fast as he releases not once, not twice but three times poor puppy is so sensitive😓🫶🏻

-🐿️

“i can’t stop cumming,” he’s whining, his ears floppy and twitching with every thrust. it’s messy, your pussy is leaking his cum but your puppy just can’t stop - seungmin’s always like this in heat, and you love to let him chase his high using you. “‘m sorry. woke you up, ‘n now-“

“puppy, it’s okay, mommy promises,” you soothe him with a scratch to his ears. he whines again, his head falling into the crook of your neck. “you can breed me, yeah? you gonna give me some more, make sure it takes?”

“oh my god, mommy,” seungmin’s crying now, eyes watery and mixing with the drool he’s leaving on your neck. “you feel so good, ‘m gonna cum again. i keep cumming, gotta- gotta keep cumming, fill mommy up.”

“that’s it baby. gimme some more, you got it.”

♡ juno

[screampied]

i have a confession

i dont care about nanami hes ugly and i dont care that much that hes dead i dont understand why everyone obsesses over him

also can i be 🐿️ anon if there isnt one

THE BANAMI SLANDER HELP

well damn 🌚 i respect ur opinion friend !

may i askkkk who’s ur fav jjk men then ? i am quite curious 🫦

and yes, WELXOMMEEEEE

[lillyspeakz]

Lilyyy i remembered i have pics from deerland of last yr where lovejoy played and i wanna send them to you but i wanna keep anon 😭i shall figure a way!

-🐿️

You can dm me love!! or even post them and tag me !!!

and ill tag you anon in the post

[melobin]

i feel so honored to be added to the list haha

so uhh recently i can’t get this thought out of my head : imagine spending the night at your parents house with bf!sungchan and he’s just waiting for them to fall asleep so he could fuck you. and when he does, he has his hand covering your mouth saying how you’re such a slut, creaming all over his cock while your parents are right in the other room

🐿️ anon

ohhhh he’d love every second of it. he’d love holding his hand over your mouth and seeing the desperation in your eyes as he fucks you, he’d fuck your so good too. deep, harsh thrusts that have your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your fingers digging into his skin. he’d taunt you so much too, telling you how pretty and put together you looked all evening and now you’re here taking his cock as if your parents were in the room next door ..

[leebitkitty]

i'm a sucker for good fingers like hyunjin. imagine making out w/ him in the couch when he decided to finger you while doing so and then 3racha suddenly barging in from gym ���� - 🦋

i have an idea..

warnings: MDNI, 18+ only!!!! | fingering | fem!reader | dom!hyunjin | hand kink | getting caught (3racha) | lmk if i missed anything!!

wc: 296

on a saturday afternoon, you and your boyfriend hyunjin were starting movie night because for once, your schedules actually aligned. you tried to focus on the movie in front of you, but all you could think about (and stare at) were your boyfriends hands. they were long, slim, veiny, qnd could oh-so-perfectly slip into your pussy, you thought.

"snap out of it!" you think to yourself. hyunjin is quick to catch you off-gaurd, asking you if there's something wrong as he puts a hand on your thigh. you twiddle with your fingers and stare at his hand, feeling wetter by the second. "knew you had a thing for my hands". hyunjin says.

"what? no? i dont. i just don't have anywhere else to look." you try to ration calmly. "hmm.. is that true? i bet you think about my hands everytime you touch yourself, is it not?" hyunjin says slyly.

you look at hyunjins already growing erection and look back up at him again, whimpering out a "please" before he starts kissing you. hyunjin takes off your shorts and panties and lays you down so that you are under him. he takes two fingers and puts them in your mouth. out of habit, you start sucking.

after a moment, he lets go and immediately enters your pussy, kissing you the minute you let out a moan. hyunjin starts fingering you faster as the needier the kiss gets, and starts rubbing your clit with his other free hand to bring you closer to your orgasm.

"i-i'm close" you whimper out in a high-pitched voice. hyunjin speeds up his ministrations on you, all of a sudden stopping in his tracks. he looks behind him to see jisung, changbin, and chris standing in the doorway, jaws slacked.

"oh, shit."

HEHEHEHEHE HOPED YOU ENJOYED GUYSSSS🤭🤭LMK FOR PART 2?!?!?!

[nouearth]

I keep seeing pics of Michele Morrone and I need him so bad!! He’s such a daddy and he’s so hot! PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE!! 😭🥺🍆💦

-🐿️

💌 : his vibe and overall demeanor isn't usually my type, but... i have give him credit because despite how awful his movies are, he looks terribly great in them. 🥲

[hyukalyptus]

Breaking my silence again as hockeyplayer!taehyun anon because I cannot get Taehyun or beomgyu who hate making noise but their too sensitive to keep quiet off my mind,,,, Like Taehyun who leads on that hes a dom but as soon as he cums its OVERRR and Beomgyu whos so confident, cocky, and had you convinced he was naturally quiet in bed but you quickly found out his lie because you accidentally overstimed him,,, LIKE I CANT HANDLE ITTTT

And can I be 🐿️ anon :33

hockeyplayer!taehyun is literally the hottest thing ever tbh! omfg. with figureskater!reader.

arguing over what the superior sport is~ oh come on, figure skating isn’t even a sport, it’s…art. lol and ur all oh so you think what i do is art?

well i dunno…you do look really pretty out there.

you’ve been watching me?

oh, just before practices. don’t be too flattered.

going back and forth for MONTHS until he finally admits he has the fattest crush on you. takes you on the cutest winter date ever only to fuck ur brains out later. he’s gotten so strong !!

and he’s ofc! welcome~

still thinking about doing a full hockey player tae fic tbh