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[osachiyo]

wah my head hurts sm but hi!!!!!! [ 9 pm wtf, n my headphones r at 60% :( ]

miau

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https://pin.it/3swR6gn he would get forced into holding that board

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uhh french exam was today, i think i ddi horrible TwT” anyways, i made chocolate chip pancakes :3 (it tasted meh but i tried atleast) also i rewatched my musical vids plus i got vids of me when i was younger so 🙏🙏 anywyas uhhh my obsession w pomni is growing cz she is such a cutie patootie she is so me coded hehsjshs

How was ur day? Im curious! :3

( ding ! ) reminder; remember to always love yourself! There are people who arent fake and adore you alot and look up to you<3 you’re an amazing person and everyone should see themselfs amazing cz they are!! Including u!!

-💞 anon

Hey lovely! sorry for answering late </3

unfortunately pinterest is broken for me right now, so I can't open the pins you sent me :( I'll def try again later bby 💞

I love pancakes sooo much ughh. I love waffles more but ykyk 😭 I watched rlly old vids of me a few days ago and cringed SO HARDDDDDUAA but I was a cute lil kid <3

my day went fine, ty for asking, love! I'm glad I got to post my 2nd fic for my event, goddd I would've had it posted earlier but tumblr was bein a dick :/

AAYAHAHWH YOU'RE SO SWEET I'M CRYING TYSM FOR YOUR KIND WORDS NONNIE :(

[choccorin]

NEW RINNIE PANEL!!!! NEW RINNIE PANELLL !!!!

[madamewalburga]

Walburga rarely goes out these days. The war is still raging, and anybody who had half a mind would rather stay in the safety of their homes. Not that she’s scared, no. She just doesn’t have any face left to show society after everything her sons did.

Regulus, that spineless fool, defected from the Dark Lord after years of being one of His louder fanatics and has been murdered for it, after weeks of hiding. Add to that the fact that Sirius has always been openly against the Dark Lord, going as far to defy him publicly with Potter and their silly little gang of mudbloods and misfits. Oh, all the stories people have fabricated about her boys. The ridiculous amount of leering and jeering from the other Houses.

Even Kreacher has been ordered to only use the back door for the past two years.

But no matter. Today is special.

It truly must have been the war and the amount of people dying, but ever since Regulus’ funeral two years ago, Sirius has agreed to meet every now and then. Albeit very reluctantly. But still. Walburga must do what it takes to ensure the bloodline perseveres.

Their meetings are either very uneventful or extremely loud. Understandably, since they have always been the pair who has both understood and rejected each other deeply and passionately. But they get through it. Sirius has stopped deliberately wolfing down his meals like an animal, and has started to fix his posture now. Walburga doesn’t chastise him as much for his poorer choices in life as thanks.

Today is October 31st and Walburga is out and about in Horizont Alley at evening, shopping for the first time in months. She has not seen her eldest for a long time since Potter’s son was born. But it would be his twenty-second birthday in a few days and he has agreed to have dinner together at Grimmauld (they never eat at Grimmauld. Always at the other houses). Something about James being unavailable. No matter. It might be a simple dinner but it must be something worthy of her heir. A gift too! Plus, Walburga has already resolved to not remind him of his responsibilities or ask to get rid of that stupid muggle bike. Most importantly, not ask him about the Potters especially the baby he’s so deeply fond of.

Walburga’s last stop was the stationery store, to grab some gift wrappers. Kreacher asked if he should buy a copy of the evening paper since it looks like it’s selling out.

“An owl will deliver a copy to Grimmauld, Kreacher.”

“But Mistress, they say that the Dark Lord has been finally defeated—”

Walburga turned sharply. “What?”

“—and they’re all saying the Potter’s boy name! Calling him The Boy Who Lived!”

True enough, whispers of Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, ring through the streets. There are no talks about his parents.

Kreacher reports that all the papers have been sold out, so they quickly apparated home and summoned the paper to read it.

“…Harry Potter, one-year old, is the first ever person to survive the Killing Curse. His parents James (21) and Lily (21) Potter were both found dead at their residence at Godric’s Hollow…”

James Potter… found dead…

Walburga ran as fast as she could to the Floo network and tried to call every person that might know where her son is. Nothing. She scanned every inch of the Prophet for any mention of her firstborn. Nothing.

All night long, Walburga traveled from one Black property to another, to every known location Sirius has ever been to see with her own eyes that her boy is alive.

Nothing.

She anxiously waited for the morning paper to arrive, praying for some news about her son.

And there he is.

Front page.

Murderer of twelve. Voldemort’s spy. Traitor to his most beloved people.

His family of choice, he called them.

Sirius Black Locked up in Azkaban for Life!

Walburga got up from her seat, and moved towards the coffee table. With trembling hands, she started wrapping the presents she would never be able to give.

[liittlecrow]

i forgot how fucking hot you are. Please spit on my face. Ruin my life.

mhm sure thing~ it would just absolutely positively DELIGHT me to do so!!! i shall begin the ruination of ur bleak lightless little life immediately upon receival of both ur bank account info & social security number xx

[areislol]

i absolutely adore stars

[scarleart]

YOUR NEW THEME IS SO CUTE OMG

AHH LOVEEE THANK YOUU :’(

[muniimyg]

♡ 01: maybe it's all in my head

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note: hihiii ,, this jk has been rotting my mind for a while now ... time to ruin urs !!! enj the tension ,, (i miss being toxic) lmk what u guys think of their dynamic tho <3 excited to share their little story with u ,, mwaaaa

warnings: oc and jk are mean in this fic !!! pls don't comment being whiney abt it :') !!! oc overhears jk fucking someone ,, jealousy ,, banter

//

“oh. it’s you.”

leaning against the doorframe, jungkook looks at you half disgusted and half disappointed. his arms are crossed with one eyebrow lifted. he blocks your entrance.

“now, now,” you reach over and ruffle his hair. he shifts, dodging your touch. “don’t be so excited. i know your boring life just waits for my presence—oh. i get it. were you expecting someone? usually you’re thrilled to see me.”

jungkook’s expression doesn’t shift, though there’s a faint glint in his eyes. 

“thrilled is reaching, don’t you think?”

“is it?”

“yeah.”

you roll your eyes, brushing past him with a teasing smile. 

“right, so… which are you today? mr. save the dolphins or professor chem?”

jungkook scoffs at you.

“at least my marine conservation interest and organic chem major help the world. what’s your major again? yap-conomics or bitch-ology?”

“help the world?” you almost burst into laughter. “god, you are such a nerd.”

“nerd? i don’t know about you, but some of us care about—”

“yeah, yeah,” you wave him off. “are you waiting for a nobel peace prize or something? holy shit, jungkook. learn to relax a little. you’re so serious. it’s cute, really… but only when you aren’t so anal about it.”

cute?

jungkook feels his chest tighten.

before he can make a comeback, taehyung calls you to the living room.

“___? is that you? stop trying to edge jungkook! get in here! i need your data for our paper!” 

you stick your tongue out at jungkook before turning away and rushing to the living room. your lips curl into a smug grin as you saunter off, leaving jungkook muttering something under his breath. you catch him rolling his eyes just before you disappear around the corner, a small flicker of triumph igniting in your chest.

the living room is warm, filled with the faint hum of taehyung’s lo-fi playlist and the smell of old books—his aesthetic, no doubt. taehyung is sprawled on the couch, laptop open, an arm draped lazily over the cushions. his wide grin grows wider when he sees you. 

“i’m here!”

“finally! come on, genius. enlighten me,” he says, patting the seat next to him.

you plop down beside him, legs folded under you, your laptop balanced precariously on your knees. “genius? are you sucking up to me because you didn’t do your part of the project yet?”

“yup,” he says, shrugging, his head tilted lazily to the side. “if you don’t send me that data tonight, though, i might call you something less flattering.”

you laugh, the sound soft and light, and lean into the cushions, already pulling up the necessary files. 

“your boyfriend’s in a mood.”

“he always is when you’re around,” taehyung teases. “he only answered the door cos he thought it was his student. your face must’ve pissed him off.”

chuckling at his response, you ask another question. 

“where are the guys?”

“they’ll be home soon,” taehyung answers. “said they wanna eat out tonight after jungkook’s tutoring session. you coming with?”

“sure,” you agree. 

then, the two of you fall into a comfortable rhythm, bouncing ideas back and forth while taehyung clicks through your notes, occasionally throwing in a sarcastic remark or two that makes you nudge him with your elbow.

a few minutes later, you hear an unfamiliar laugh and footsteps approaching.

jungkook strides in, casual and confident as always, but this time a girl is trailing after him. 

she’s pretty. 

the two exchange a few murmured words before jungkook’s eyes flicker briefly in your direction. he raises a hand in a lazy acknowledgment, the girl following suit, and say hi. taehyung nods at them and then they’re gone—slipping upstairs in the blink of an eye. 

the sound of his bedroom door clicking shut echoes faintly.

and then, it rings in your ear. 

you blink, your fingers frozen mid-typing on the keyboard. something gnaws at your chest, sharp and unfamiliar, leaving a bitter taste at the back of your throat. taehyung, oblivious, scrolls through your notes, muttering about formatting errors.

but you… you’re somewhere else entirely. 

what was that?

no name?

no introduction?

did she think you were taehyung's girlfriend or something? that jungkook was all for her?

oh god.

there's a weird twist in your stomach. it feels like a prickle of irritation spreading across your skin like an itch you can’t scratch… you shake your head, trying to brush it off, but the image of jungkook—smirking as usual, leaning casually against the banister, that girl so effortlessly fitting into the space beside him—lingers, stubborn and unshakable…

what the fuck.

it’s not like you and jungkook are close. 

you’re frenemies, at best. 

unsure of when it started exactly—but it’s been happening long enough for it to be routine and well-known in the friendgroup. you two are the kind of people who throw jabs at each other during game nights and compete to see who can make the snarkiest comment without crossing the line. you’re always caught in this stupid cycle of one-upping each other, all for the entertainment of the group. sometimes, more for yourself. life gets boring pretty quickly, and jungkook is your fastest source of entertainment. 

yet, why does it feel like you’ve just lost some unspoken game?

your chest tightens, and you lower your gaze to your laptop, fingers hovering over the keys. you bite the inside of your cheek, a nervous habit you’ve never been able to kick… this icky feeling begins to take over and your mind races with reasons as to why.

maybe it’s because jungkook’s always been so good at getting under your skin. 

maybe it’s because, for all his teasing and relentless bickering, there’s this… comfort in knowing that he’s always there, right across the table, firing back at you like he knows exactly how to push your buttons.

and maybe that’s the problem.

because now, with someone else upstairs, laughing at something he probably said, you’re starting to realize that you might actually care more than you thought.

maybe you care because you’re not the one in his room he’s trying to make laugh.

after a few hours pass, everyone’s stomach beings to grumble. 

for the past 20 minutes, the guys have been begging you to go up and call jungkook down. he hasn’t been answering their texts and all argue that if they go up and knock; he’ll just ignore them. 

… but if you do it…

he’ll answer.

even if it’s just to insult you. 

you glance up at the clock, already mentally calculating the time. you're not really in the mood for another round of back-and-forth with him, but you know they'll just keep pushing you.

"please, please, please, ___!” taehyung cries, pouting. “i really need pad thai. like… so bad. like, i might die. please go get jungkook.”

you hesitate, your eyes flicking to the stairs. 

jungkook hasn’t come out at all. you don’t want to disturb anything and he’s a total grumpy-head when his study time is disrupted… what more if it’s a tutoring lesson? the last time you went up there, it ended with you calling him a dumbass and him tossing a pillow at you.

“i think you guys can go get him this time," you say, turning your attention back to your phone, pretending to scroll through a message.

"oh come on," jimin presses. "you know, at the end of the day… he only really listens to you." his voice drips with exaggeration, but it only makes you roll your eyes.

"yeah, that’s true…" hobi adds with a playful smirk, leaning back into the couch. "you’re like his… little bitch or something."

you shoot them both a look. “you think i’m his bitch?"

“either that or he’s your little bitch.”

you scoff at him. “please do not disgrace bitches by associating them with him.”

“fine, fine,” jin says with a dramatic sigh, raising his hands in mock surrender. “we won’t force you to go up… we’ll bribe you!”

your interest piques as you glance up at him, eyebrow raised. 

“bribe me? how much cash do you have today?”

yoongi and nam joon share a look. then, nam joon leans forward, his eyes twinkling mischievously. 

“milk tea," he offers, his voice low and enticing, like he knows exactly what will catch your attention. "… any boba store you want. any time… for a week, ___.”

you try to fight the grin that starts tugging at your lips. 

fuck it. 

you nod begrudgingly, slipping your phone into your pocket. 

“deal.”

taehyung bursts out laughing. “deal."

with a resigned sigh, you head for the stairs. 

as you climb up, you prepare yourself. 

you prepare yourself for his death glare and the innocent girl in the background. you prepare yourself for his snarky comments and his sweet tone of voice the minute he turns around to talk to her. you prepare yourself to feel sick to your stomach again. 

as you stand in front of his bedroom door and raise your fist to knock—you hear it. 

rather, you hear them. 

the unmistakable sound of his voice, muffled but clear enough that you can make out the low hum of his tone, followed by a girl’s laugh—a breathy, high-pitched laugh that makes your stomach twist.

you freeze, standing in the doorway, caught between disbelief and something you can’t quite name. your heartbeat picks up in your chest, your body tensing as the reality of the situation settles over you.

you’re not sure what exactly it is—maybe it’s the fact that it’s so casual, or maybe it’s the way the sound of it makes you feel like you’re intruding—but you feel a sudden flush creep up your neck and cheeks.

“oh my god, o-oh my g-god! t-that’s it, jungkook! oh god, baby… f-fuck!”

“fuck—you close, baby?”

“so close, baby. so fucking close. g-god, yes, yes, yes! nghh—fuck! so big, jungkook. oh my god, oh my god! fuck me, fuck me… j-just like that, baby. yes, y-yes–o-oh! mhmmmphhh—”

"shit, shit, shit..."

"fuck me harder, jungkook. please! o-oh? oh! oh my god! yes... yes! thank you, baby. thank you, thank you! ahhh... oh my god..."

you swallow, stepping back, retreating to the stairs. 

the guilt of overhearing makes your pulse race in an odd way, like you’ve been caught in something you weren’t supposed to see.

at the bottom of the stairs, you pause, your hand on the banister, unsure whether you should stay or go. 

you quickly decide. 

you’re already feeling the sting of something sharp and unfamiliar in your chest.

“guys,” you say quickly, trying to keep your tone light, but there’s an edge to it you can’t mask. "y-you know what? i think i’ll just head home. i’ve got a ton of work to do.”

they look at you, confused. taehyung blinks a couple of times, jimin frowning. 

“but we—"

"y-yeah,” you breathe. “i… i know. i just… it’s all good. you guys can go ahead without me,” you add, forcing a smile.

“slow down, ___. what—”

“i feel sick,” you confess. “okay? i feel sick.”

“okay… can one of us drive you home or something—”

“no. i’m good. thank you, though… i.. i gotta go.”

they all frown, their confusion morphing into concern, but you’ve already grabbed your things and hurried out the door before they can protest.

the cold night air feels like a slap to your face as you walk away, but it doesn’t quite shake the unsettled feeling in your stomach. 

you can’t stop thinking about it. 

about how you feel.

about what you heard.

about how much you fucking hate jeon jungkook.

it’s almost 10PM by the time you finish showering. your hair is still damp, hanging loosely around your shoulders as you brush it out in front of the mirror. the soft swish of the brush is the only sound in the room, your thoughts still lingering on what happened earlier. the image of Jungkook with that girl, the sound of their voices together, keeps replaying in your mind, and it won’t leave.

you shut your eyes and try to forget. 

taking a breath in—your moment is interrupted by a knock on your door. 

you frown, glancing at the clock before moving to the door, towel still hanging from your shoulders. it’s late, and you weren’t expecting anyone. 

heading towards the door, you wonder who it is.

then, when you open the door, you freeze.

there, standing in the hallway with a takeout bag in hand, is jungkook. his face is unreadable, but his eyes—those eyes—seem to be searching yours for something. you can’t quite figure out what.

you blink, caught off guard by the unexpected visit, and for a moment, neither of you says anything.

“uh…” jungkook clears his throat, breaking the silence, his voice lower than usual. “the guys think i did something to piss you off… so i’m supposed to say sorry for… whatever i did.”

“you didn’t do anything,” you lie. “goodnight.”

just as you’re about to shut the door, he takes a step forward. 

“___,” he says, tone flat and annoyed. “don’t be a bitch. just tell me what i did so i can apologize, go home and tell them what i did wrong, and we can act like nothing happened—”

“okay,” you shrug. “you wore an ugly shirt today. there. say sorry.”

jungkook winces at you. 

“seriously?”

you shrug again. 

“what do you want, jungkook? i have nothing to say to you—”

“i don’t fucking understand where all this attitude is coming from. i didn’t do shit to you today. you know i didn’t… so, can you please use your tiny brain to make something up? something more convincing than hating my fucking shirt.” 

you nod, pretending to care. then, just as you reach for the door to shut it again; jungkook swiftly moves past you. he lets himself in. 

“they’re worried you didn’t eat,�� he states. “did you eat?”

you groan at him. “why the fuck do you care?”

“i don’t.”

but his actions say otherwise. 

jungkook then takes off his shoes and heads to your coffee table. he sits himself on the floor and begins to unpack the food. silently, you watch as he does so and can’t help but feel like throwing up. 

“eat,” he commands. 

you glare at him. 

“get out.”

jungkook leans back against your couch. “eat, tell me what i did wrong, then i’ll leave.”

“leave first.”

“eat first.”

“get out.”

“holy shit,” jungkook scoffs. “are you even capable of forming a complex sentence, or is that too much for you? ___, this is called a conversation. you’re supposed to—"

“get out.”

jungkook sighs heavily. 

a silence falls upon you two. 

jungkook has had difficult days with you before.

this is nothing new… but for some reason, right now feels harder than the other days. partly because most days he knows when he’s being an asshole—but today? he has no clue. 

he’s in the dark. 

jungkook clears his throat. 

“i didn’t yell at you today,” he starts. “i didn’t call you names. you called me a nerd but that was it… your face ruined my day but i guess it made the others pretty happy since they were so pissed at me for being the reason why you left… so, hey… how about this? you tell me what i did wrong for the guys. not for me.”

you raise an eyebrow at him. 

his eyes plead. 

then, a moment passes. 

instead of answering him, you pick up your feet and sit on the floor beside him. you look at the door and take the utensils from the bag. poking at the food, you contemplate on telling him what’s going on in your head. 

just as you’re about to eat a spoonful of the food, you suddeny feel jungkook close to you. without saying a word, his fingers brush lightly against your cheek, making you hold your breath. his hand moves to tuck a damp strand of hair behind your ear, carefully pushing it out of the way so it doesn’t fall into your food. 

the gesture is so unexpectedly gentle that it catches you off guard, and for a second, you’re just left there, staring at him.

he looks at you sincerely. in his eyes, you can see his defeat. 

you don’t know if it was the gesture or the look in his eyes—but your words slip out of your mouth faster than you can think to stop it. 

“she was too loud.”

he tilts his head at you. 

“oh,” jungkook connects. his expression stiffens for a split second, then he schools it back into calm. “overheard, did you?” he asks, leaning in slightly, voice a low murmur. 

“oh, i definitely heard,” you reply, folding her arms, feigning thoughtfulness. “don’t act so cocky… she sounded like she was faking it.”

he stares, jaw flexing, and for a moment, there’s a flicker of something challenging in his eyes. 

“that’s cute coming from someone who couldn’t even stay for dinner.”

suddenly that pang of jealousy again hits again. 

you know you should just brush it off… keep your cool and act nonchalant about it—but something about jungkook just makes you feel so off balance. 

“maybe i had better things to do,” you retort. 

“like what?” 

you shrug. 

“like leave.”

“you should’ve knocked,” jungkook smirks. “i would’ve opened the door. we don’t mind an audience usually.” 

there it is again. 

the sick, sinking, icky feeling. 

“you two fuck often?”

jungkook looks away, taking a moment to think. 

“yeah,” he admits. “what? surprised nerds get laid?”

you stay quiet. 

“i mean.. it’s not really any of your business…" he mutters, though there’s a tension in his voice that doesn’t match his casual shrug. you can tell he's trying to brush it off, but the way his jaw tightens betrays him.

you feel your stomach tighten, the words you threw out lingering in the air between you, each one heavier than the last. you weren’t expecting him to react like this—maybe a joke or a deflecting comment—but not this… 

tension.

"right," you reply, your tone softer than you intended. you glance down at your food, suddenly losing your appetite. the casual air you were hoping for is long gone, replaced by an uncomfortable silence that neither of you seems willing to break.

jungkook shifts uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck before clearing his throat. 

"look, it’s not like that," he adds quickly, but the words sound almost too defensive. "she’s just... i don’t know. it’s nothing serious."

you don’t respond immediately, still caught up in the strange mix of feelings his words stir in you. the way he said it—like it was nothing serious—feels too much like an attempt to distance himself from whatever was going on.

you’re not sure what you wanted from this conversation, but now all you feel is a growing knot in your chest.

"yeah," you mutter, trying to sound indifferent, but the weight of his words hangs in the air, making your throat feel tight. "whatever you say—”

“why do you care anyway?” jungkook’s voice is sharp now, a slight edge creeping into his tone as he looks at you, his expression shifting from defensive to something you can’t quite place.

you’re caught off guard by the question. 

you weren’t prepared for that, weren’t prepared for the way it makes your chest tighten. why do you care? it’s not like you have any right to, right?

you open your mouth, but the words don’t come out. Instead, you just shrug, trying to play it cool, but you can feel your pulse quicken. 

"i don’t. i just—"

"you just what?" he interrupts, his brow furrowing, as though he’s not buying the act. "you’ve never cared before. why start now?"

you clench your fists at your sides, feeling the sting of his words more than you want to admit. There’s a part of you that wants to tell him—tell him how seeing him with her, hearing them laugh together, makes something ugly twist in your stomach. 

but you can’t.

"i don’t know," you finally mutter, your voice quieter than before. “it's weird. like, of course i knew you weren't a virgin but... are you actually that good? then again… doesn’t take much to fake sounds like her.”

jungkook’s eyes flicker to yours, something unreadable passing through them before he exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. then, he smirks. 

it’s more calculated, though… like he knows exactly what he’s doing.

"curious?"

"disgusted, actually."

a beat.

"what, you wanted it to be you?" he asks, his voice smooth, a challenge in his tone.

you almost choke on your breath, but you recover quickly. "me? sleeping with you? please."

he lets out a low laugh, but it’s not playful this time. 

it’s more mocking. 

“yeah, i mean, i don’t even want you that bad…" he takes a slow look at you, like he's mentally assessing you, deciding if you’re worth his time. "not even close."

the words sting more than they should, but you keep your composure. 

you try to look unbothered, but his next words twist the knife a little deeper.

“fuck you.”

"you wish i’d fuck you," he remarks, almost casually, like it's no big deal. "would make things easier, huh?"

your chest tightens, and something about the way he says it makes your blood run cold. It’s not just teasing anymore—it’s a jab.

but you refuse to let him see how much it affects you.

"i’m not interested in you," you shoot back, your voice betraying none of the discomfort you’re feeling. 

he leans in a little, eyes never leaving yours. 

"really?" 

“really.”

his smirk widens, and you can feel the tension crackling in the air. 

“guess what? i think you care more than you're letting on. you act like you don’t give a shit, but it’s so obvious you’re just pissed it’s not you in my bed."

you bite your lip, trying to keep your voice steady, but something betrays you in the way your heart races. 

"i’m not pissed," you mutter, the words coming out too quickly, like you’re trying to convince yourself as much as him. "why would i be?"

jungkook watches you for a moment, taking in every little reaction. 

"i don’t know, ___," he says, his tone low and teasing, like he’s enjoying every second of this. "but it’s cute. you’re all flushed, trying to act like you don’t care, but i can see right through you."

you grit your teeth, wanting to snap back, but instead, you just look away. 

"shut up," you mutter, frustrated with yourself more than anything. "you’re such an asshole sometimes, you know?"

he laughs again, but this time there’s something darker in it, almost like he's reveling in your frustration. 

“i don’t think you’re as immune to me as you pretend to be," he says. "but hey, don’t stress about it, baby. i’m not that interested either. i mean, what’s the fun in fucking you? it’d be harder getting rid of you than getting in your pants.”

you feel the sting of his words hit harder than they should.

“are you done?” you mutter, forcing a nonchalant tone. "and don't call me baby. you called her baby. i don't want to be associated—"

"you think you'd fold as fast as she did?"

jungkook’s eyes flicker with something that could almost be amusement—or maybe something else. he clears his throat.

“shit, ___. i’m sorry—”

“yeah?” 

you don't know why, but something inside you snaps. 

you shift your body close to him. so close that you glance at his lips, then back up to his eyes, as if you’re weighing something—daring him to make a move.

jungkook’s body tenses, his breath shallow, like he's ready to close the distance… to make some sort of move. his lips part slightly as if he's about to speak, but before he can, you push him away. 

now, he’s tongue tied.

“shit, jungkook... i'm sorry," you mock him. "but you're wrong... this is fun."

[strwbmei]

hihi meimei!! :33 m here to share my current thots for 2day, nd its ab riding mei's two abnormally huge dragon cocks u may hab the honors to continue this horny thirst ヽ(o´3`o)ﾉ (I love dragon mei au :3)

-😽 nonnie!!!! (missed u sm meimei!! kiss kiss mwa mwaaaa (っ´▽｀)っ)

I missed you too!!! This turned out way longer than I intended...

I imagine Mei would be a gentle lover even in bed, so you'd have to be the one to propose the idea to fuck her while she's in her more dragon-like form. She was understandably hesitant at first— after all, the thing she'd least want to do is hurt her previous darling. She thought you'd be able to understand why it really wouldn't be a good idea once she rested her heavy, partially scaled cocks on top of your stomach and showed you how they'd basically reach your ribs, but that only made you want her even more...

How could Mei refuse when you're muttering and begging for her to let you have both of her cocks inside; rubbing your pussy back and forth the shaft and effectively covering them in your slick? She's completely and utterly weak to you— and maybe what you're doing is selfish knowing that, but you can't help it! Just thinking of the scales and ridges rubbing perfectly rubbing against your walls and the sheer size filling you up in ways you've never been filled before has your arousal rapidly multiplying...

Seeing you so desperate and needy to have her has Mei going crazy. It might just be her primal instincts kicking in, but the sight of you on top of her cock, so wet and ready to take one, or maybe even both of them, has Mei thinking of how good you'd look with your belly round and swollen with her child. In the haze of horniness you've put her in, it doesn't take long after that for her to finally give you the green light— and when she does, you don't waste any time to sink yourself down her length. Even with how wet you were, it felt like she was going to split you open and you loved it. It's everything you've expected and more. Mei's size was on the longer side even when she was in her human form, so that certainly helped in getting you prepared for her girthy dragon cock.

It might just be because she's in her more draconic form, but you notice she's also more... feral. More animalistic and hungry; greedy for all of you. You loved Mei's gentle and tender side just as much, though at the same time, this side of her was wild, exciting, and refreshing. Don't get me wrong— she's still being gentle with her movements; her hands holding your hips and guiding you at a medium speed, but you can tell with the way she looks at you that she's holding back.

The moment your hands land on her horns, you realize you've made a grave mistake. It wasn't on purpose, you were just instinctively looking to interlock fingers like you usually do when you're having sex with her, but since her hands were busy, yours landed on her horns of all places. Let's just say that you couldn't feel your legs for the next few days...

╰┈➤ taglist ; @roninraccoon , @hedgehog666 , @dukemira , @faerierambles , @the-night-owl-blr

[arminsumi]

could you write maybe prompt 1/3/23 spicy nsfw(not all of them, just one😭) with armin x afab!reader? i hope i wrote the request in the right way-

꒰ 🍒 ꒱

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

ARMIN Arlert ⋅ fem reader

Note: ahh i chose 1 — public sex on campus in the library i hope that's ok!! enjoy mwaaaa 🥰

Summary: your poor boyfriend was so pent up and stressed for his finals, so you gave him some relief in the library

Warnings; 🔞 mdni, implied bj given, unprotected sex, creampie, exhibitionism/public sex (library), pns (baby, slut), dirty talk, dom/sub dynamic, lmk if i missed smth

Wordcount ≈ 300

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 — サクランボ ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

“Fuck, just like that, baby. Shhh – quieter, quieter. You sound so pretty, but keep those moans in. You don’t wanna get caught, do you?

He’s standing slacked against the bookshelves, his jeans undone and forehead beading with sweat while you press your ass flush against his pelvis.

He loved your pussy. He loved feeling you stretch out for his cock. And he loved those two things even more when it was in public, squashed into the corner of the restricted section of the library.

Fogged up glasses slip down the bridge of his nose as he loses himself in the pleasure, moving his hips in rhythm with yours until the sound of skin slapping together filled the room. “Baby, ‘gonna cum. You gonna take it for me?”

“Yes, yes, ‘gimme!” you could barely respond, too caught up in the pleasure. You looked back to meet his intense gaze. Damn Scorpio boys and their intense eyes, you thought.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” He moaned, “Ahhh, too fucking pretty – fuck, ‘gonna cum – ‘m cumming – take it like a pretty little slut.”

He moaned in the sweetest tone and spilled out hot, creamy ropes into your tired hole, painting your gummy walls white. Such a yummy reward after you spent half an hour on your knees for him, and another half hour backing it up on him.

Sure, your jaw ached, and your legs nearly gave out with how hard he fucked you – but it was all you could do for your pretty blond boyfriend, who was so stressed out for his approaching finals week.

When he slipped out of you, he whispered teasingly into your ear;

“Thank you baby, but I think you moaned loud enough for the whole school to hear.”

[ranfordgallus]

So...im making a post of the things you can like, do with or about my fancomic 'Krattastrophe', so you don't have to ask me basically

Remember, these are for my boundaries and for you! If you can't respect my boundaries block me and never interact with my stuff

The stuff is down below..

1. Can i make fanart or fan content? (Edits, fan animation, etc)

Thats a stupid fucking question OF COURSE YOU CAN, ill eat that shit up tears in my eyes crawling on the floor whenever i see fanart, love you guys..mwaaaa

2. Can i repost your comics/post it on other social medias?

Of course, all you have to do is credit me (all of my socials have the same name (ranfordgallus) im only in tumblr (obv), instagram, and tiktok, no where else, so if you wanna post it on twitter you can credit my Tumblr or just ranfordgallus in general)

3. Can i make headcanons of the character?

You can, as long as its not fully outright mischaracterizing the characters

Example: you can headcanon what Khriz's gender identity is, he doesn't have a canon gender but he prefers having a masculine identity, so you can make him..non-binary, demi-boy, whatever.. if you wanna make him more fem or "womanly" its a bit controversial for me, it feels like you're not really accepting what he identifies (being more masculine) soooo..

Khriz's race? I mean..he is a clone of Chris so he's technically white, though he doesn't have a race because hes a robot obviously so can change races when he morphs, if you make his human form black, asian, etc then...i guess im not stopping you really

4. Can i make redesigns of the characters for fanart?

I mean...sure i guess, for Khriz in his "human" form he does not have a "canon" appearance because he is a robot clone and his human look is what he imagines he'd look like, you can make him more conventionally attractive or something because he doesn't have..like i said, a canon human design..though, it'll be odd seeing him "attractive" than just scary or unnerving..

5. Can i ship the characters?

..depends, for Chris x Khriz that is a no, Khriz sees him as a brother figure but also a friend, Khriz x Zach? Im killing you, Chris x Zach get out of my office, any ship between Zach that isn't Gourmand you're out, other ships im chill or atleast okay with like...koki x aviva, uhhhh jimmy x his controller, etc...crackships??? IM OUT THE DOOR! Love seeing crackships

Im not a big fan of selfcest, never really had a positive feeling about it, its not...well technically its not a proship but..just not a big fan, so i dont wanna see Chris x Khriz in my feed

6. Are you okay with Oc x Canon?

Literally go ahead, like i care honestly, Chris is aroace in this AU so...idk, Khriz however i mean..he doesn't have a confirmed sexuality but he's a bit like demiromantic in a way so take what you can, except for Zach cuz...yk he's dead n stuff LMAO

8. rule 34?

...uhhh, just wait till i'm 18 dude..(2 YEARS LEFT!!!!) if i turn 18 don't make it weird please, boundaries first

If i see..*gag* some weird fetish art or proship*gags* im gonna need you to stop and leave , get the fuck out you weirdo, fucking dweeb

Theres probably other questions you have that i didn't put so..let me know in the comments!

[i-mmaculatus]

ILYSM MOOTIE MWAAAA ALOT OF KISSES FOR YOUU!!<3

MWAAA THANK U SM！！！！ ^_^🫶🫶🫶

[zhongrin]

Riiiiiiiin~ Ya-hooooo~

Dan Heng, I, and a certain General of the Xianzhou Luofu wants to wish you a very happy birthday!

He's even wearing his formal wear!

I think he looks dashing in his new outfit. Dan Heng agrees (he doesn't want to admit it outright though).

Well? What are you waiting for? Come here and greet your hubby already!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MWA MWA MWA /p

I hope you like your present~ <3

AUDHWKDIWHDLWHDKWHDODWJPFWIOFHWODIWHEWIDJWOFISIODIWKEUOSHELDHDWKFJWKHFOEHFOW WAUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HIM. HIM. H I M. SOBBBBBBBBB

thank you so much risu ueueue i saw this past midnight hours ago and i was so delirious but it made me so happy ᰔᩚ 🥹🫶🏻 he looks so good in your style ough i'm blushing....

kithing you many times /p ily ily ily mwa mwa mwaaaa ᰔᩚ

[shyshyaaaaaa]

More ascendance series because im doing a re read on the series and a book summary on all of the books and its made me obsessed again. Here’s my interpretation of some of the other characters :3

probably gonna crank a lot of these out cuz it’s very fun and easy to draw these little sketchy interpretations in under like 15 minutes. Mwa mwa i love this series mwaaaa

[dollivication]

that 🍓 non with kitty!v has open smth within me I never thought I have.. wow (⁠〃ﾟ⁠3ﾟ⁠〃⁠)

looking thru ur blog n stumble upon tht specific 1 n like, this is my 1st impression of u so hello!!!! new here n shy,, hope you don't mind >w<

having thoughts of kitty!v just admiring the way you taking care of his familiars,, (specifically shadow) n he couldn't help but just imagining you taking care of his litters!!! like what if,, he just thinks that shadow is just lonely n needs to have other friends other than griffon!! you wouldn't mind if he start to climb onto you and suspiciously rubs himself to you right?? (Excuses excuses smh.. he's just trying to coax u to get freaky w/ him lol)

this is just a way of him thanking you for giving him a home!!! plss accept his offer he will take care of you trust!!! he doesn't know why but he's sure that this is the right way! giving apart of himself inside you to remind you that he's always thankful of your aid.. not gonna lie you're like, a little regret taking him in lmao

he gives me tuxedo vibes not gonna lie! it just fits him right, itty bitty green orbs staring at you sleeping watching your every move 👁️ he'd be lying if he wasn't obsessed

- I'd like to be 🐑 anon pls! if it's not taken...

THIS IS,,, YOUR 1ST IMPRESSION OF ME..??this made me giggle oh my gosh i’m sorry for being a bit of a freak..,,;; BUT OH MY GOSH HELLO!!!! WELCOME IM SO HAPPY YOURE HERE !!! 🩵🩵🩵

the tuxedo idea is so CUTE !!!!! v does NOT get a wink of sleep because he’s too busy watching you. what if you have a nightmare?? he wants to comfort you if that happens!! and if you’re having a good dream? well, he wants to be there for that too!!! what kind of a companion would he be if he wasn’t?? (please tell him to go to sleep… he’ll spend the next day with his head in your lap napping otherwise…)

as much as he is touchy, he SUCKS at expressing what he wants (breeding you) LMAxxx… so yes he is a kitty that LOVE LOOOVES to rub himself against yew! purrs loudly 2 so you get the memo! albeit he doesn’t realize that he’s being super vague, so he’ll probably be confused if you just give him a pat and don’t suddenly offer yourself to him…. laik ?? uhm??? owner i’m trying to breed!!! please!!! (◞‸◟) LMFAO bless his soul

he IS obsessed… if you don’t smell like him, that’s a problem he’ll quickly solve with a few rubs and licks :3 nyan nyan v doesn’t need catnip (hybrid weed…?) when he has you!!! his pupils will always dilate when he gets to lick yew or when he sees you!! he’sgot it bad 4 yu… please have his babies 💔💔💔

AND OF COURSE!!! IM SO HAPPY TO HAVE TOU IN THE FRIENDS LIST !!!! MWAAAA I 🩵 YU 🐑NON!!!

[slutsukio]

echoes of resilience. ( gojo satoru x blk!femsinger reader. )

you stood before the ornate entrance of the grand opera house, heart pounding in rhythm with the raindrops that kissed the cobblestones. you clutched your umbrella, an iridescent kaleidoscope of colors that fended off the gray drizzle. the agastopia that you felt for this place ran deep, your lifelong dream of gracing its stage finally within reach.

inside, the cavernous theater was a symphony of velvet and gold, an opulent world where dreams were painted in shimmering lights. as you stepped onto the stage for rehearsal, a sense of awe enveloped you. the thrill of singing in such a sacred space clashed with the fear of imperfection, as you yearned to produce flawless notes.

but fate was not on your side that day. your voice, your instrument of art, betrayed you. a strained whisper emerged from your scratchy throat, each note more wretched than the last. it was as if your vocal cords had conspired against you, rendering your voice a mere echo of its former self. you dream was crumbling like a forgotten sonnet, and you felt your agastopia transform into a pit of despair.

gojo, your supportive boyfriend, had witnessed countless rehearsals and performances from the wings. he was well-acquainted with the intricacies of the human voice and its vulnerability. with a quiet grace, he approached you, his fingers brushing your shoulder as he offered you a glass of honey-infused tea.

"y/n," gojo’s voice was a soothing balm, "your voice is but an instrument. it can falter, yet still possess the power to enchant."

you accepted the tea, its warmth seeping through your fingers and into your core. gojo’s words were a lifeline, pulling you from the depths of your self-doubt.

"you’ve heard me, haven't you? it’s like a crow's caw compared to the songbird I once was," your voice trembled, a fragile reflection of your shattered confidence.

gojo’s eyes were steady, unwavering, as if he could see beyond your voice and into your soul. "your voice carries more than just notes, y/n. it carries your passion, your dreams, and the stories you yearn to tell."

as the tea's sweetness danced on your taste buds, a warmth blossomed within you. it was a warmth that flowed not just from the tea, but from gojo’s unshakeable faith in you. he positioned himself at the piano, his fingers caressing the keys as he began to play a gentle melody, the notes rising like tendrils of encouragement.

"sing for me, y/n," gojo’s invitation was an anthem of unwavering support.

with a trembling inhale, you let your voice emerge once more. the first few notes were tentative, like a fragile bud unfurling to the morning sun. but as the melody unfurled, something remarkable happened. the constraints of your damaged voice seemed to dissipate, your agastopia replaced by a newfound sense of agathism.

guided by gojo’s pianistic embrace, your voice soared, no longer constrained by the confines of fear. in that moment, amidst the golden opulence and the whispering rain outside, your voice was not a crow's caw, but a songbird's serenade, each note infused with resilience and hope.

as the final note lingered in the air like a delicate sigh, gojo’s fingers rested on the piano keys, his eyes meeting yours in a shared moment of triumph.

"you see," he whispered, "your voice may falter, but it will always find its way back to the melodies of your heart." gojo smiled as he came from the piano, and kissed you on your forehead.

and in that theater where dreams were woven from starlight and passion, you learned that even a damaged voice could create the most exquisite symphonies.

❁ suki speaking — IM BACKKKK!!! and im better. gonna post like 3 more drabbles that have been sitting in my drafts for a while now. gonna edit them and then i got yall for the night, BUT I MSISED U GUYSSSS MWAAAA!!!

[xochimillilili]

MWAHHHH<3333 I have a question!!!!!! whas yur favourite song???? alsoooo make sure to stay hydrated nd eat!!!!! mwah mwha mwahhhhhh<3333

MWAAAA HELLOOO KISSIE ANON MMWA MWAAA and thank youuu for the lil reminders as always~ !!! Also woooahs question :3 my favorite song currently is this !!

Aurora my beloved <3