#i cannot WAIT to see his performance i'm losing my mind

[bravevolunteer]

THIRD TRAILER LET'S GO

[he-calls-me-kitten]

Sugar, Spice and a Tempting Vice

VA! MC x OM! Characters

"Hey Levi, any new game recommendations for me? I just finished the last lot of books Satan suggested." You asked, plopping down your head on his shoulder to look at his screen.

"M-MC! You have to warn me before you do such things!" He muttered, his ears turning red as he scrolled some webpages pages for you. "But okay yeah these are the new games that are out recently... see anything you like?"

"Oh my God! It's out it's out!" You pointed excitedly at the screen. "Pretty Little Things is out! Finally!! I was dying to tell you all about it!"

Levi visibly stiffened up. "You-you were waiting for this particular game to come out? Are you sure it's not another game with a similar sounding name?"

"Nah uh this is the exact same one. Look up the list of voice actors in this game!"

"WHAT?! MC WHY IS YOUR NAME IN HERE?????"

"Yes! This was the new part-time job I couldn't tell you about since it was still in production! Im so glad you can just play it now!"

"...it's uh ready for download on all platforms already...so which character did voice?"

"Oh spoiler alert, my character is the only one that doesn't have a name, you have assign me one, the same way you name yourself. They even designed the characters to resemble all the VA's and add in some of their personalities, isn't that sweet?"

"Hahaha y-yeah definitely sweet! I'll be sure to check it out soon!"

"Great! Lemme know what you think of the game okay?!" You squeezed him in a small hug before you left.

Later in the Demon Brothers only group chat:

Levi: Code Red! Code Red! ASHSKSHSKSKSJJSKKS

Mammon: WHAT WHAT THAT MEANS AN MC RELATED EMERGENCY RIGHT??

Asmo: OMG are they OKAY?? Should I go check up on them in their room!?!

Satan: I'm already on my way.

Mammon: NOT BEFORE ME YOU'RE NOT!

Belphie: Is MC hurt in anyway?

Beel: Did they pass out from hunger?! I can bring them emergency snacks right away

Lucifer: Can you lot not lose your minds everytime MC is mentioned? Pathetic. Levi, calm down and tell us what's wrong.

Beel: But Lucifer I just saw you hurrying up the stairs to MC's room too...

Satan: Typical Lucifer. By the way, MC is perfectly fine, happy even. Levi what are you on about?

Mammon: Yeah MC can't stop smiling! It's a good thing that happened, you idiot! Why would you scare us like that?

Asmo: Omg apparently MC voice acted in a new game! Levi I need you to download it for me ASAP please!

Beel: Me too, please.

Belphie: Me three.

Lucifer: I've already done it, you all can do it yourselves if you could do your own work for once.

Satan: Oh shut up, MC just did it for you right now as they did it for me.

Levi: It's a Dating Simulator. With multiple H-rated DLC endings. And MC is one of the dateables.

...

Levi: Hello?!! Did you guys not see my message?!

Levi: Seriously no reaction?! You guys aren't freaked out by this?!?

Beel: I just heard several doors opening and closing at once.

Asmo: Oh come Levi, I think you already know what our reaction is Levi ♥️ How can we possibly hold in our excitement after such a news!?

Levi: Are you all downloading the game together?!!! Y'all are hogging the bandwidth too much, my download speed has gone way down!!

Simeon: Hey

Simeon: I heard some demons in a cafe, raving about a game where MC plays one of the main characters?

Solomon: Indeed MC just sent us all a link right now.

Simeon: Oh is that so? I'll get Luke to help me download it after he's done with his.

Levi: Luke is playing it too?! I don't think it's appropriate given it's certain hidden endings!!

Barbatos: MC already made sure of it. He only has access to the sibling and friendship routes. It's a special version they added for all ages.

Diavolo: It already has downloads in the ten thousands. I'm really glad to see how MC is beloved by Devildom.

Levi: Are NONE of you affected by the fact that there are erotic routes with MC's VOICE?!!

Solomon: Oh I personally cannot wait hear my adorable apprentice's performance.

Barbatos: Ahem. I'd rather not comment on it.

Simeon: Same.

Diavolo: Same.

Levi: Sigh. We really are just a helpless lot at the mercy of MC.

To be continued...

[doukeshi-kun]

I like that one scene when stalker!kolya was being teased by his darling in the part2.

It is indeed fun to tease him

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧!𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢

replies ⨳ i love teasing stalker!nikolai too mueheh enjoyy

content ⨳ nikolai gogol x fem!reader, some n/sfw, teasing, obsessive (and pervy) thoughts, just the usual stalker!nikolai and reader's dynamics

“Yes, I know, Erika. But the financial reports for the last several months have shown that Funhouse 16 is barely visited and has suffered quite a loss. It performed very badly compared to others. It is better to demolish it and change to a new one than renovate it again.” Nikolai says, wanting to roll his eyes annoyed. Currently, he is on a video call with his staff, sitting at his working desk in his cramped campervan. The reason why he stays here instead of going to the main tent and directly facing his staff is because you are in his campervan now. He doesn't want to leave you alone.

It has been over an hour and Nikolai still has more to go through. He wants to spend time with you, knowing you are lying on his bed, bored and have nothing to do besides waiting for him to finish work. Ah, he feels a little guilty for making you wait. He will surely treat you to a nice dinner as an apology today.

Nikolai could not help but keep glancing at you. His eyes constantly move towards you, staring for a few seconds before he remembers he has to listen to Erika's babbling. Well, could you blame him for losing focus over you? Especially when you are on his bed, gosh, Nikolai wishes he could tie you in his bed and lock you in here forever but that would be too rough for his little bird.

“Sir, what do you think?” one of his staff calls. Nikolai turns to the camera, barely remembering what the hell is going on but the mindless notes he jotted on his own paper helps him to respond professionally.

“Well, to be fair, this...” his words falter a bit when he hears shifting noises from his left. He tries to focus again and continues to give his insight, but his curious eyes cannot help to look at you.

Nikolai feels like his breath is getting ripped away instantly.

You are on his bed, completely topless, your bra is on the pillow as you are wearing one of his shirts that you took from his bundle of clothes—he doesn't even have the time to fold them. But Nikolai certainly sees your tits and your soft tummy and your ribs and your back and your—

“Sir?”

“Ah— Uh, where the hell was I?” Nikolai asks and he hears Erika's voice. However, his attention is on you. There is a subtle playfulness on your face when you take off the shirt again, completely baring your naked upper body to Nikolai before you crawl to reach another t-shirt of his.

His face is blushing. His cock is hard. His stomach feels funny. His chest is heavy and surely he finds it harder to breathe. It is not the first time he sees you naked but he still loses his shit when he sees just a bit more of your skin. Lust erupts and his love blossoms again.

“Just a minute—” Nikolai mutes his microphone and turns off his camera and looks at you. You turn to him too with a grin. Ahh, that fucking grin when you teased him a few months back after his circus show, asking for his signature on your boobs.

“You're killing me, sweetheart.”

“What? I'm getting sleepy, so I just want to prepare for a nap. Nobody likes to sleep with a bra on and in an uncomfy blouse.” you reply, puffing the pillow. Nikolai's eyes trail to your bra and your blouse that are scattered on his bed. He wants to steal them. He wants to keep them in his possession. He wants to add them to his collection. He will buy a new one and he will steal it again after you wear it. Please, please, please.

“You're saying my shirts are comfortable for you?” Nikolai smirks and you shrug your shoulders. The shirt you wear is quite thin and as much as he wants to not be a pervert, his mind already wanders.

“Comfy enough. And I look cute in it,” you chuckle, running your hands on your breasts just to get him worked up. And oh, he did. Nikolai takes off his headphones and gets up, eyes hungry, licking his lips.

“No.”

And he stops when you place your foot on his chest, slowly pushing him back to sit on his chair. You trail your foot down his torso and lightly brush his boner before you pull away quickly as Nikolai tries to catch your ankle.

“You have work. Go to work."

“No way. Can't you fucking see how hard I am?” he whines. “I'm gonna end the meeting now.”

“No, Kolya. You already complained to me that you have a lot of work and you want to finish it today. So, do your work.”

Nikolai looks at you and bites his lips in frustration. Well, he cannot really argue with you. He knows he will obey you one way or another and you know how devoted he is to please you. He, frustratingly, turns himself to his laptop again. However, before he could prepare for the meeting again with a raging boner under his pants, he sees you getting off the bed and scoots to him.

And there, you sit on the floor, right next to his legs. You lean your head between his thighs, yawning. And Nikolai's hand instinctively places itself onto your head, caressing your hair gently.

“Uh-uh, no touching. But well... I take it back,” you yawn again. “This feels nice. Makes me feel sleepier.” your murmur, leaning your head directly on his clothed cock. And Nikolai has to hold himself back, cussing under his breath.

He will tug your hair and force his cock in your throat later, but for now, he will play nice.

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[misc-obeyme]

Wait a minute, Barbatos listens to heavy metal? In which of the games is the sacred chat that included this juicy little fact mentioned? Is it a daily chat or is it obtainable from a card?

Affinity with heavy metal suits him very well, honestly.

I absolutely love when a character's personality is founded on a particular 'theme,' a specific range of generally interconnected interests, as well as a determined set of qualities—only for an unrelated/unexpected trait, quirk, hobby, talent or interest to sneak up and add a quaint pop of entertainment and relatability to their person.

Barbatos adores tea, likes cleaning, and tends to tiny demons, which are all things that give a sort of serene, domestic tinge to his figure. Yet, he indulges in the genre of heavy metal. And I think that that's such a satisfying, realistic shade to his personality palette because the truth is that one individual can hold so many differences within them, and some of those differences may at times be starkly opposing. And that is so intriguing.

Except in this case, I don't think Barbatos's appreciation for heavy metal is 'unrelated' to him per se or even a difference at all; in fact, it's woven with his being and who he is. Because of course, despite the calmness, fondness for tea, and intricate skills in making all sorts of sweet and savoury delicacies—aspects that craft an almost soft, meditative aura around him—he's also a thinker with a sense of wisdom and a badass who displays a multitude of talents while appreciating a musical genre famous for its loud intensity (which at first glance 'opposes' his general calm image and eloquent manner of speech).

So this is where I point out that this very 'difference' is perfect, since it's also a core similarity in and of itself; after all, Barbatos is intense and thoughtful, just like heavy metal itself (even though the genre has this unfair, unfortunate stereotype of being 'aggressive noise only'). What I mean to say is, this preference Barbatos has is merely an extension of his self and a representation of the parts of it that are not immediately apparent. It may seem startling at the beginning, but in my opinion, it makes so much sense that he would appreciate heavy metal.

He has lived for a very, very long time and that existence came with thousands upon thousands of experiences that shaped his mindset, temperament and wisdom, as well as gave him depth. I assume he found that heavy metal resonates with him in some ways. Perhaps it is not only admiration for the deep lyrics or relation to them, but also how the intense volume might help him vicariously express certain emotions.

In all honesty, it would be nice to see what young Barbatos was like. Now it's just rats that make him lose his marbles and go from 0 to 100 in the course of a millisecond. His anger is often pretty much covert otherwise. How interesting it would be to catch a glimpse of his wild days of youth—Barbatos being outwardly wrathful, spitting out what's on his mind without restraint, immediately resorting to violence, and even getting jealous because he's still young and hasn't yet attained the wisdom and maturity all that experience has to offer.

This is way longer than I intended it to be, but the subject piqued my interest, I love rock and admire the depth of thought in it and heavy metal, and overanalysing and overthinking are best friends of mine lol

The chat is from OG and I'm like... 99.999% sure that it's with the group The Fantastic Three. I remember Lucifer apologizing for Asmo who decided to perform some heavy metal at an event or something. And Barbatos was like, actually I like heavy metal. And Lucifer and Diavolo were both like ???

But for the life of me, I cannot find it. I thought it was a daily chat, but I can't find it. Maybe it's from a card? Does anyone know exactly which chat that is??

Anyway, I agree with everything you're saying. I very much headcanon that Barbatos has a lot of depth that we simply don't see. This because he hides it deliberately. I think he does this because he feels he has to have a certain demeanor, not just as Diavolo's butler and as a role model to him, but also because he feels he was too wild in his past. He wants to project that image of perfect calm and competence.

Despite all that, Barbatos is still a being with emotions and I really like the idea that heavy metal in particular speaks to him. Listening to it allows him to sit with some feelings that he normally represses. It helps him work through them instead of letting them fester.

I also think an indication of a well written character is when that character has unexpected traits. It's impossible to make a character as nuanced as a real person, but you can create the illusion of it by giving them depth. Barbatos feels like he has so much happening beneath the surface, so many pieces to him that we haven't discovered yet. It's one of the reasons I love him so much.

Who is he when he lets himself go? I have spent too much time thinking about that.

And how interesting it would be to see how he was when he was younger...

[heavyhitterheaux]

Harlowchella

First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU

Requested by: the treacherous twin @harlowsbby 💖

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y/ninsta: guess where we're on our way to? 👀

saweetie: the matching bracelets have me MELTING 😭

y/ninsta: saweetie hubby got them for all five of us

jackharlow: two of my favorite girls. daddy loves you both

y/ninsta: jackharlow lmao shut up

jackharlow: y/ninsta Ivy, Axel, and Autumn weren't the only ones calling me daddy last night, don't act brand new smh

quiiso: here they asses fucking go

urbanwyatt: quiiso same shit, different day lmao

y/ninsta: jackharlow can you be serious for once in your life please? smh

jackharlow: I can literally count on one hand how many times I've been serious, when I asked you to be my girlfriend, when I asked you to marry me, when we got married, and when you made me a father. other than that... nope.

y/ninsta: yall see what I have to deal with? smh

jessicakelce: and I can vouch for that, jackharlow been wild since high school and following y/ninsta around like a lost puppy

jackharlow: jessicakelce and?!? yall not going to get on me for simping over my wife

druski2funny: where yall goin?!?

y/ninsta: I'm going going back back to Cali Cali

allthingsy/n: aww to support her mans as he performs at coachella! we love a supportive couple

jackandy/naremyparents: can't wait until y/n starts performing again, we miss her!

jackharlowsource: jackandy/naremyparents agreed! and the only time we got a little performance was her diss track to dani and drama and that was months ago

allthingsy/n: oh I forgot about those lying ass bitches smh like she really cut them both off and doesn't mention anything about them which I get because I can imagine that it still hurts. her and dani were inseparable

jackandy/naremyparents: but moving on! still can't believe that their someone else's parents other than mine 😭😭😭

jackharlowsource: I wonder if Jack will bring her out on stage, he needs to do it for the Harlow stans because we are DESPERATE to see her

jackharlow: 👀

jackharlowsource: what those eyes mean sir? you planning something? SPILL IT!

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jessicakelce: she said I could say something about it so here goes! here supporting our baby at her first performance since becoming a momma to three beautiful angels. we are so so proud of you and can't wait to see you kill it on stage tomorrow 💕

jackandy/naremyparents: THEY'RE BOTH PERFORMING!?!?!?

allthingsy/n: I'm so excited that I'M ABOUT TO THROW UP

jackharlowsource: IT'S HAPPENING! THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DRILL! I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DRILL! JACK AND Y/N ARE BOTH PERFORMING AT COACHELLA!!!!

y/ninsta: thank yall for being here with me, just like in high school some things never change. been the realest since day one and I'm so happy we're reunited again.

blancahood: y/ninsta wouldn't have it any other way, you know we always got your back, but for now... SHOTS!

y/ninsta: blancahood jackharlow has the babies soooo pass them my way!

jackharlow: yall better not get my wife drunk

jessicakelce: jackharlow you worry too much! we'll bring her back in one piece! we know better because we cannot leave you in charge with three babies by yourself so I know privategarden is there at the hotel helping your ass. you would fall apart without your wife

jackharlow: jessicakelce I'm tired of you always calling me out

urbanwyatt: of course we're here and jackharlow is trying not to lose his mind without her. I'm getting flashbacks from when she went on that girls trip

yungskylark: urbanwyatt DO NOT BRING UP DARK TIMES

neelamthadhani: yeah because I thought we were all going to die

quiiso: and the fact that neelamthadhani bought jack a plane ticket and was like please go see your wife so you can stop getting on everyone else's nerves 😭

shloob_: oh shit and remember when y/ninsta spotted him at the beach house?!? jack was like 'hey babe! funny running into you here'

2forwoyne: lmaooo her ass was PISSED

normani: we were all thoroughly confused lmao and y/n was just looking at him in disbelief before he proceeded to take her upstairs and fuck her brains out.

theestallion: typical Harlow behavior

jackharlow: that was in the past and yall need to let it go smh

2forwoyne: jackharlow but how you're acting tonight isn't because once again we feel like we're about to die and she's only 20 minutes away

y/ninsta: aww do my babies miss me?

jackharlow: YES I MISS YOU, HURRY UP AND COME BACK

y/ninsta: jackharlow not you, the triplets!

jackharlow: y/ninsta YOUR BIG BABY MISSES YOU AND I NEED SOME ATTENTION

jessicakelce: jackharlow YOU GET HER ALL THE TIME, CAN'T WE HAVE HER FOR ONE DAMN NIGHT?!

jackharlow: jessicakelce no.

jessicakelce: 🙄

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y/ninsta: yall ready for Harlowchella? Because me and hubby jackharlow ready to step on yall fucking necks

jackharlowsource: WE'RE READY SIS! I GOT MY SNACKS AND I'M READY TO SHAKE MY ASS!

jackharlow: my favorite position to have you in to fuck that throat of yours

y/ninsta: JACKMAN, PLEASE 😭

jackharlow: y/ninsta what I say?!? wait until both of our sets are over so you can get this work

urbanwyatt: so that means I'll be on babysitting duty again tonight smh

jackharlow: urbanwyatt for just a few hours and then we'll come and get them

y/ninsta: jackharlow I literally cannot take your fucking ass anywhere because you don't know how to act

2forwoyne: I second this

urbanwyatt: he hasn't known how to act around her since we were fourteen

claybornharlow: y/ninsta little baby has arrived

jackharlow: claybornharlow good, we got another baby sitter so I can hit the back of her throat for a longer period of time

sza: jack please lmaoooooo

y/ninsta: claybornharlow hiiii little baby, Autumn was missing you. she saw your picture and all she kept trying to say for the rest of the day was your name. it came out as Tay, but I obviously knew what she meant lol

claybornharlow: y/ninsta my little babies miss me jackharlow how your kids love me more than you tho?

jackharlow: claybornharlow imma kick your ass but who is currently cuddled up on me? AUTUMN. she not thinking about you

claybornharlow: jackharlow once she sees me, you'll be an afterthought

jackharlow: y/ninsta get him before I do

y/ninsta: jackharlow claybornharlow will you two behave?!

druski2funny: this man doesn't let up but ummm y/ninsta I can take you off his hands any time

y/ninsta: druski2funny aren't yall life partners? at least you were convinced that you two were

jackharlow: no me and druski broke up, jaysontatum is my life partner now

druski2funny: jackharlow but you were the one out here cheating!

jackharlow: druski2funny with who?! my actual wife who has my last name? make it make sense

lilnasx: druski2funny give it up already

dualipa: come sit on my face please

jackharlow: dualipa only face she's sitting on is mine, you know better

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jackharlow: Harlowchella Part 1 with yours truly

y/ninsta: absolutely killed it baby, so proud of you! and so were our babies! they saw you and couldn't stop smiling. love you smush.

jackandy/naremyparents: WHO CUTTING ONIONS UP IN HERE?! 😭

saweetie: okay little brother, I see you

jackharlow: y/ninsta love you more than you know

y/ninsta: jackharlow but not more than I love you

2forwoyne: OKAY ENOUGH, WE GET IT. YALL LOVE EACH OTHER.

y/ninsta: 2fo is just mad because I didn't get a chance to make him a pound cake last weekend

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta because jackharlow was too busy eating your cakes

urbandjack24: lmaoooo AYE YO!

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt and what about it?!

jackharlow: Bon Appetit 😏😏😏😏

softtcurse: y/ninsta you better watch it before he impregnates you again lmao

y/ninsta: softtcurse HE BETTER NOT

jackharlow: y/ninsta imma put 5 in you this time so we can get to 8 and then we're done

y/ninsta: jackharlow WHO THE FUCK IS CARRYING FIVE AT ONE TIME? I CARRIED THREE AND THAT WAS ENOUGH. GET SOMEBODY ELSE TO DO IT. (but if you get someone else pregnant imma hurt you)

jackharlow: you'll look so gorgeous though and you know I'm not getting anyone else pregnant but you

y/ninsta: jackharlow and won't be able to walk. absolutely not. I could barely get around with three. I'm good.

jackharlow: y/ninsta fine, how about twins this time?

y/ninsta: jackharlow NO MULTIPLES

normani: you said that last time and ended up having triplets, make it make sense

jackandy/naremyparents: she was a baddie pregnant though, not that she wasn't already but pregnant y/n will forever have me in a chokehold

dualipa: make me a step mommy again

y/ninsta: WHY THE HELL DO YALL WANT ME TO HAVE ANOTHER BIG HEADED CHILD THAT LOOKS LIKE JACK AGAIN?! I JUST HAD THREE! ARE YALL HOES NOT ENTERTAINED ENOUGH?

jackharlow: outta pocket wifey and my head is not that big, I'll show you a big head

jessicakelce: y/ninsta but Ivy looks like you, Axel is a mix of both of you and Autumn looks like Jack but acts like you and I am definitely down to be an aunt again

blancahood: BRB planning the baby shower

y/ninsta: NO NO AND NO

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y/ninsta: full circle moment and I just have to say how proud that I am of myself. the little girl from the southside of atlanta made it to coachella. I never thought in a milliion years that this would be my life, but here we are. fine ass husband, three adorable babies, the greatest parents on the face of this earth, and best friends who always want to see me win. to my beautiful fans, thank you, thank you, thank you, now let me finish before I start to cry 💖

Your girl has now officially returned

saweetie: not your ass having me up here getting teary eyed

saweetie: I love you so very much and it was only right for me to give you your flowers. I am always going to be here for you and I always want to see you win. my best friend is the SHIT!

y/ninsta: saweetie and here come the tears 😭😭😭

jackharlow: my baby girl, killing it like always. proud to be your husband.

y/ninsta: jackharlow proud to be your wife.

2forwoyne: our queen has OFFICIALLY returned!

urbandjack24: TRIPLETS WHERE?!? YALL SEE THAT BODY?!

jackandy/naremyparents: SHE FUCKING ATE AND LEFT NO GOT DAMN CRUMBS YASSSS MRS. HARLOW FUCK.IT.UPPPPPP!!

lilnasx: my baby did that!

allthingsy/n: HARLOWCHELLA!!!!!!!!!!!

druski2funny: soooo you gonna twerk on me like that?

jackharlow: druski2funny you just had to say something outta pocket. cut the fucking shit now.

claybornharlow: so proud of you!!

jessicakelce: AHHHHHHH YOU DID THAT MAMAS!

saweetie: and for people who keep asking why some of her closest friends call her Latto or Big Latto is because she always talked about winning at everything in her life and her angel number is 777 which she has a tattoo of. it's short for lottery and she definitely hits the jackpot with everything that she does. like I still remember when we first met and me and jackharlow trying to convince her to release her music, and now look at her!

urbanwyatt: go best friend!! yall better put some respect on her name

2forwoyne: watched her prepare for this for awhile and still get blown away every time I see her perform

yungskylark: and to think that she only wanted to write music, and now look

y/ninsta: PG, my day ones, I love yall bad and yall can always make my heart go boom. so blessed to have yall in my life and don't want to have it any other way. all jokes aside, thank you for being amazing friends to me and always helping to see what's important in life and protecting me.

shloob_: damn, y/n is usually always the one to cry, but now it might be me

blancahood: you kill it every damn time

y/ninsta: saweetie I love you so much bestie and thank you for always being there for me even if I get on your nerves sometimes lmaoooo

saweetie: y/ninsta never leaving your side. we in this shit for life 😘

urbanwyatt: you know we're going to protect you until the end of time

quiiso: we have no hesitations to beat someone's ass over you lmao

y/ninsta: quiiso and that goes both ways lol

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jackharlow: so proud of my wife. you killed it baby 🥺

She was so nervous and didn't think she was ready, but I assured her that she was. I could tell how much she missed performing and I know how much it meant to her. so what better way for the queen to come back then on the coachella stage?

bottom line: my wife a baddie

Harlowchella was a success

y/ninsta: POOKIE, I LOVE YOU 😭

jackharlow: y/ninsta love you more than anything mamas

jackandy/naremyparents: we love a supportive husband. we stan, we stan, WE STAN

urbanwyatt: and she pushed herself harder than ever to prepare for it and it definitely paid off

jackharlow: she made everyone in the damn house go vegan for three months smh

2forwoyne: oh. what I was eating was vegan?

quiiso: 2forwoyne we know your dumbass don't care what it is as long as she makes it for you

saweetie: and jackharlow was calling me complaining about how he needed for me to sneak real food into the house because he was hungry smh and urbanwyatt too lmao

blancahood: saweetie LMAOOOO my mans was going through it!

jackharlow: saweetie your best friend was starving me smh

y/ninsta: jackharlow I was not! weren't you the one to say eating pussy every day keeps the doctor away? YOU GOT FED PLENTY

sza: well shit

normani: his dumbass would say some shit like that

jackharlow: I plead the fifth

dualipa: feed me next, please. but on a serious note, I'm very proud of you and all that you've accomplished in such a short time.

jackharlow: dualipa she's not feeding you a got damn thing smh

urbanwyatt: yeahhhh vegan isn't for me and I learned the hard way with being her test taster for everything smh

2forwoyne: urbanwyatt then stop being so damn greedy smh

jackharlow: 2forwoyne I KNOW FOR A FACT YOUR ASS ISN'T TALKING SMH you worse than my damn kids. you hear a package opening and your ass SPRINTS to the kitchen on some usain bolt type shit.

yungskylark: I was about to say the same thing lmao

2forwoyne: no 2fo slander will be tolerated smh

y/ninsta: jackharlow look now. I cannot have your big ass head on my chest along with two of your spawns while you hold the other one. YALL ARE HEAVY.

jackharlow: y/ninsta look they wanted you so I had to come through for my babies and we are NOT heavy!

normani: jackharlow I know you've seen how big your head is in the mirror, stop playing

jackharlow: normani CUT IT OUT

y/ninsta: jackharlow I know otherwise, but I vote you to be the one to wake them up so we can get ready for our flight later... at 3 am.

jackharlow: y/ninsta WHAT BY MYSELF?

y/ninsta: jackharlow urbanwyatt will help you. I carried them for 33 weeks, it's literally the least you can do. I'm sleepy.

urbanwyatt: now why am I in it?

jessicakelce: lmaoooo the definition of get somebody else to do it

jackharlow: y/ninsta imma get you back for that, just watch🙄

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[dayfalwastaken]

The Devil meets the Rabbit's proxy.

“I do hate to see squandered potential. You understand. Your ex-employer, Mr. Afton, had neglected to inform you of… well, everything that was important. Things you should have known before you were sent to act independently, as much as you could have, anyway… given your particular… predicament.” He walked around her. Slowly, and almost gracefully, taking careful steps and speaking as if he was disappointed, though also a bit amused. “In spite of your lack of general, er- information, however… you have performed spectacularly.” He stopped right before her, holding his hands in front of himself like one would do when saying a prayer. “Such performance warrants… reward.”

She didn’t wait for him to continue. Her mind went to the one thing she’d wanted since the start. Above his promises and certainties about her future, above her own goals, small as they were. She’d never forgotten why she’d started this in the first place. Ever since her “birth”, the sole purpose for pushing so far…

“I want-” She couldn’t get three words out before the other’s expression turned pitying.

“-I apologize, Miss Vanny, but I cannot bring your mother back.”

She felt like screaming. Like she would rip her hair off and claw her eyes out the next second.

Finally, after the hell she’d endured for almost two years, she’d found someone who could have helped her. Saved the remainders of her mental well-being. Saved…

Because despite those memories not belonging to her, she had them all the same. Vanny remembered the lies she had told at the pressure of her old man- the betrayed look on her mother’s face as she lost the court battle. And later, the police coming to inform them of what had happened. It was all there, always. The guilt, first and foremost, followed by the determination. The pain too. Not just Vanessa’s.

And just as hope had begun to shine her way, there was nothing. Again. As it had been with Afton. A possibility of peace ripped out of her grasp.

She supposed she did not deserve it after all the lives she’d cut short.

She didn’t know why she kept going. Why she put herself through this hell instead of trying her hardest to fight back. There was nothing left to lose, after all. Nothing to be threatened with. Vanessa had had her life striped of any source of joy long ago, and with her… so had Vanny’s.

“Do not look so downcast, my dear. There is something else I can offer… Something that I know you would find of… equal value.”

“Yeah? What’s that?” She barked back, venom dripping from her tone. She was tired of everyone’s bullshit.

The Shadow Freddy tipped his head forward, dots of light gleaming brighter in the darkness that surrounded most of his form. She didn’t have to see him smile to know he had done so.

“Agency.”

The void enveloped him once again, and in his place a spotlight shined, illuminating a round wooden table with a VR headset on top.

“Put on the headset, Miss Vanny. Put it on and… face your reflection.”

...

(This is a a preview of chapter 23, but I just had to get it out. Y'know, to let people know of what comes after. I guess I shouldn't be wondering why it's taking me so long to post the next chapter if I'm working ahead, should I XD 😅?)

[madamrynodm]

Batman (2022) Sequel thoughts/ideas/wishes

Ok I've thought about this way too much to keep it to myself. So, I cast my thoughts to the void and maybe the void will give me a gold star for my efforts

I've got 2 big hopes/what-ifs for the sequel to The Batman. Easily became one of my favorite superhero films ever, and I cannot wait to see more! Anyway

2 big hopes: Dick Grayson and the Court of Owls. I wanna see them. I wanna see them so bad. I think there's potential for a SICK story if they go that route

1. Dick Grayson. PLEASE GIVE US ROBIN I BEG OF YOU! I think BatPat is a great candidate for a Robin story. Him being fresh on his journey to understand who he is as Bruce and Batman would be great to see contrasted with a young Robin on the trail of vengeance. We could watch him struggle with the desire to help Dick get justice for his parents' deaths (something BatPat hadn't gotten), but also want to protect him from the dark pit Bruce found himself in in the last movie. I'd like for Dick to actually be a kid in this rendition, maybe a teen. Either way, let him be young. I wanna see Bruce lose his mind trying to be a parent while Alfred watches smugly

2. Court of Owls 🦉 They'd be perfect here! Now, I don't want them to be the Big Bads yet. Let's just uncover them. The death of the Graysons can lead the film, and we can discover a deeper conspiracy linked to them later on (set up a 3rd movie?). If I remember correctly, in the Court of Owls run (2011?), they orchestrated the Grayson murders to try and nab Dick. Bring him into their fold as a new assassin. The Court could also play into Bruce's continued struggles with the Wayne family legacy and the "sins of the father" theme (what with the Court manipulating the Waynes for generations)

Ok ok ok now for the meat and potatoes of my rant. Here's how I'd run the Batman sequel if I had any power or even vague experience in filmmaking:

We open the movie loud. The opposite of the first. I'm talking bright lights and loud music. It's a carnival, a public event. Something to raise money for Gotham. Bruce is there, and he hates it. But, hey, if he wants to help the city, he's gotta step up his public game. We follow him through this loud, oppressive environment to the big top. Time for the main event. Circus begins, all eyes on the center ring. Introduce the Graysons! We got Mom, Dad, and Dick all performing their hearts out. The movie gets louder, everyone loves their performance!

Then, it goes dead silent. The Graysons fall. They die in front of everyone, right there. Bruce and Dick both have front row seats to the tragedy. The circus goes nuts, but we don't hear a thing. Cut to later, Dick is alone, maybe with the police, an EMT, idk. Anyway, in a scene that mirrors the mayor's kid in the 1st movie, Bruce sees Dick suffering alone and takes him in. (I don't know if that is when a formal adoption happens or if that's saved for the end of the film)

Moving on, Bruce takes to the streets as the Bat, investigating the Grayson deaths. Something's wrong. This is shaping up to be a murder. He later investigates another murder. Pull this scene from the comics, Owl motifs, warnings, all that. Movie follows that line of tying the seemingly unrelated deaths together and finding the Court beneath it all.

Maybe give Dick a bit of Tim Drake and let him catch on that something is up with Bruce. Dick wants in, he wants to find his parents' killer. Bruce lets him, recognizing his desire for justice and thinking that it'll help this kid. Shenanigans ensue. Like I said before (I think), a central arc we could see is Bruce now watching the path of vengeance from the outside, trying to help this scared and hurt kid heal while giving him and his parents the justice they deserve. Further examination of what it means to be a hero, what it means to truly heal, etc.

We can wrap up with Dick bringing the killer to justice and finding some peace. But it ain't over yet, as Bruce realizes that there's something deeper going on. Gotham's boogeyman, the Court of Owls, is real! And they're up to something! BA BA BA!!

I think Dick should become Robin in act 1 or the start of act 2. Either way, if we are gonna get a live action Robin, I wanna see him in action! Also I wanna see people like Gordon and Martinez react to Bats just... suddenly having a child around. Let Dick make bad jokes please 🙏

Whew! That's is for me! I finally wrote this all down, maybe I can clear out some brain space now

[theacedragon0w0]

Old dues part 2

Warning, mentions of abuse, victim blaming, VSHR angst

"Get. Up."

The new hire was knocked to the floor again, he groaned at the sharp pain that Sage's tail delivered at his side "Fuuck man, can you go a bit easier on me?"

Sage grabbed the trainee by his shoulders, forcing them back at his feet, "Tell that to the demon that's trying to grope one of your coworkers that you're paid to protect! Now again!" Throwing another punch which he failed to block.

"Can you maybe not hit me with your cyborg arm? I'm pretty sure customers don't have metal in their skin."

"Oh is that so?" Sage taunted, tossing their arm to the side carelessly, Vox can repair it with whatever upgrades he felt important. "Alright, see if you can actually return a punch at me." To which the trainee attempted to do, throwing hooks in a wild manner. Which Sage dodged every swing.

"Slow, Desperate, and even worse," as Sage coldly knocked their opponent to the ground again, "you are sloppy."

The trainee was frustrated, Sage could see it in his eyes, "Oh you getting angry huh?"

"Yeah your pissing me off!"

"Then use it." Sage stated, grabbing his hands at another failed attempt to land a punch. "Of all emotions, Anger. Gets. Shit. Done, now try again."

Sage remembered the conversation they had with their partner's. Rosalina and Velvette were understandably pissed at Sage for agreeing to do this job.

"I can't believe you are going back to that place, for all we know he will try to make you into his personal weapon!"

"It's was never like that," Sage defended, "Vlad taught me how to fight, it's what got you to hire me in the first place."

Rosalina stepped forward, "So? How can you be sure that he won't pull some bullshit to keep you there?"

"Because Velvette owns their soul," Hazel spoke, she was silent for most of the evening but had to speak "And if Sage said that they can handle it, I trust that they could."

Velvette, now tears in her eyes, snapped "Then explain why Sage came here practically on their death bed?!"

"AND I FUCKING LIVED DIDN'T I?!" Sage shouted, "and if I do ever overestimate myself, you guys are always there to watch my back, but I guess that doesn't matter."

"Sage wait," Rosalina pleaded as Sage was storming out of the tower, "you don't have to do this alone, Hazel cou-"

"No, I can do this, and if I can't, you all will be the first to know." Slamming the door on the way out.

Sage knew they could have phrased it better, they could have been calmer about it, they could have asked Vlad to look for someone else. But at this moment, Sage knew that it could be dealt with later.

"You keep letting yourself get overwhelmed, you cannot lose focus." Sage instructed the trainee, who they had in a headlock. "Try to escape." Surprisingly, he was successful in doing, but was knocked down again, cutting his celebration short. "What did I said?"

"I cannot lose focus"

"And?"

"Anger gets shit done."

"Good, now again."

After 3 long hours of the intense training, with important notes of what to look for when a fight is about to break out, the trainee was able to handle the bouncer job.

Vlad watched the two as they were working the floor, Sage showing them how to handle a rude customer. Vlad also made note of his boys doting on Sage, ecstatic to see their favorite bouncer being an example for the lackie.

Vlad's companion, a retired performer was serving him a drink, "Vlad darling you look like you have a lot on your mind, want to share?" The tiger purred.

"I was lamenting" Vlad began drinking the poured bourbon, "about how I can't keep Sagebrush here with us, the boys obviously missed her and the lackie could use someone like her who is more, patient with her lessons."

"If you wanted her to stay, then maybe you could have helped her when Crystal was beating her."

Vlad scowled, "It wasn't my fault that Sage was head over heels for someone that saw her as a plaything."

His companion moved Vlad so their eyes could meet, "then answer me why she was willing to stay with Crystal if she was being used like that? Sinners here deserve some love, and they get what they think they deserve."

Vlad turned away, "Bah, don't lecture me on love like you aren't someone who used to shake his ass for a quick buck."

"Then why I'm your favorite out all the other workers hmmm? For all we know you can have anyone of us and we would be at your mercy."

It was Vlads turn to make the tiger look at him, "Because you are more than what you give dammit."

"Well did you taught Sage that?"

"Of course I did! Sagebrush doesn't need anyone to protect herself or take care of her."

"But have you ever thought that maybe Sage wants someone to do that for her? She only knows how to give no thanks to you, and honestly I will be more than happy if she never sets foot in this club again."

Vlad scratched his chin, considering his companion's words. He learned that here in hell you can only look out for yourself and to never let your guard down, and he felt that Sage had so much potential if it weren't for her frustratingly outlook of seeing the best out of even the most heinous people that were sent here.

"Hm, I did promised her that I wouldn't need her services when she finished training that kid. And I keep my promises."

"That I don't question, but can you at least keep her face pretty before sending her back to her spouses? I don't think our new recruit can take on a gang of hellhounds, an overlord, and a literal dragon."

"Fine, Sagebrush's proper send off will be subtle Stripes."

IGHT SO YEAH SAGE ANGY AND YELLS AT HER PARTNERS LIKE A DINGUS

but fr this will be like the only time I will have Sage argue with the polycule because I want them to kiss and be gay

Hazel and Rosalina belongs to the pookies @puffymucher and @mirconreadzztuff22 im so sorry

[taexual]

Dude where do I even start :ccc

This chapter, I really couldn't wait to have some free time and read it peacefully (peacefully meaning, squealing and losing my shit at every paragraph)

I loved the plotting ok, the attention to details, the way they all worry about each other and just fight against this urge to bury Sid alive, so inspiring and wholesome :D

Also, something I've absolutely always loved about your writing is this continuous narration of the characters thoughs, interactions and quirks, like it may be the simplest of things for other people (like writers in general and stuff) but for me these moments -of Luna finally exchanging a gossipy stare with Maggie, or Jungkook feeling devastated when Oc took her hand away, and then making sure that it wouldn't happen again-, they just add so much endearment, personality, depth to the story. Idk, it feels like every comma you write has a purpose, and will eventually add up to some beautiful metaphors, and revelations.

What does it feel like to be such a talented writer??

Now, regarding the lovey dovey stuff... What the actual fuck are you trying to do to me? I swear I cannot look more deranged giggling at my phone every 32 seconds jfc, have some compassion.

Like jk demanding that kiss in the park? Had me doing flips

The “I never knew how to love you quietly."

AND OC RECITING HIS ENTIRE SPEECH??!? ‘We have Sociology together, I saw you sleeping in class, very cute by the way, the professor does not know how to shut up, have you seen that new Studio Ghibli film, I recently watched their classic with some friends, My Neighbour Jungkook, I’m Totoro by the way, I thought maybe—wait—no—’”

“Not one period, nothing,” you continued, a melancholic haze in your eyes. “Just commas and an endless stream of thought. You could have asked me to bury a body, I would have said yes.”

STFU I ALMOST CRIED, THOSE ARE MY BABIESS

The rain listened. It had become a fundamental part of your present and a prophet of your future: the two of you were going to spend the rest of your lives listening to the rain and falling in love.

This destroyed me actually, get me someone to listen to the rain and fall in love with, rn please and thank u

Also watch me try and write 'transfixing. Beguiling. Effulgent. Pulchritudinous' next time I'm falling asleep to test my writing abilities fr, just you wait

He was almost ready to call Rated Riot’s next song “Smile Lines” and just sigh dreamily into the microphone for five minutes while Yoongi played gentle piano chords in the background.

As if their entire discography wasn't like this already, at least in my mind it is. But yeah, I can totally see him doing something like that next time oc does anything remotely endearing (breathing basically)

Ugh idk what to say, you have me screaming and crying for this couple, these characters and their story all the time, and I love you for it. There are also things I forgot to mention because my phone refuses to actually save things in the Clipboard, but overall this made my week, as your updates always do (and that paired with Ateez's performance in Coachella in a couple of minutes?? Yeah life feels worth living again 🤭🤭)

Thank you sm for this, take care of yourself pleaseee, ill be waiting for the next one cccc:

oh how i wish i could thank you eloquently, instead of going sskdhfksh at every word of your message 😭 i must stress that the fact that you noticed (!) these little moments between characters and you've enjoyed (!!!) them is the absolute highest reward i could get 🙏🏻 it's so easy to skim, you know?

babe making you giggle is my main purpose in life at this point, i don't know what to tell you. and you'RE SO RIGHT OMG he's so whipped for her, their next album is just going to be jungkook morphing from this 🥰 into just this ❤️ (like me for you rn, fr)

i also hope you have more peace and quiet to do the things you enjoy in your life!! i love you!!! 🥺🤍🤍🤍🤍 bless ateez btw

[weirdprophetess]

been seeing people talk about Ethel Cain a lot and had chills the entire time i watched her perform Morning Elvis with Florence so I'm playing Preacher's Daughter for the first time and writing notes as I go

fair warning this is an incredibly long post

first of all i have to say i love this album cover the dark warm browns are gorgeous and really give off that rural small town vibe and i read a few articles about her so i know she grew up in a place like that and the album title is describing her because her dad was a deacon of the church her and her family grew up in

the basssss the bass starting family tree ooooooohhhhh i love that

these crosses all over my body remind me of who i used to be and christ forgive these bones im hiding from no one successfully jesus can always reject his father but he cannot escape his mothers blood W H A T

THE BEATSSS THEYRE SO DARK AND DRAMATIC AND ATMOSPHERIC IM SCREAMING IM ONE MINUTE IN AND THIS IS MAYBE THE BEST ALBUM INTRO IVE EVER HEARD

my brain chemistry has already been altered i instantly need this on vinyl

loveee the guitar starting off american teenagerrrrrr

the suspended vocalization tooooooo)(U*U@PIHF@

i love love love her voice its so rich and she does deep and high notes both so amazingly welllllllll screaming

the melody the flow of the lyrics the beat the synthy floaty sounds im deadddd i love thissss i want to rip it apart like soft hot bread and eat ittttt

SAY WHAT YOU WANT BUT SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT WITH YOU F I S T S FOR ONCE

MAIN CHARACTER TYPE SONG I LOVE THE IRONY I LOVE TEH SADNESS IM GOING TO WALK AROUND TO THIS SO MUCH THAT IS ONE OF THE HIGHEST HONORS I CAN GIVE A SONG @mothercain YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE BITCHHHH

I HAVE FINISHED TWO SONGS AND ITS ALREADY MY NEW PERSONALITY TIME TO HYPERFIXATE FOR MONTHS AND LET IT TAKE OVER THIS WHOLE FUCKING BLOG

THE SUSPENDED PIANO NOTES FOR HOUSE IN NEBRASKA???? Y E S

THE ECHOEY VOCALS MAKE ME INSANE IM CLAWING AT THE WALLS RENDING MY GARMENTS GNASHING MY TEETH OH MY GODDDDDD

I STILL CALL HOME THAT HOUSE IN NEBRASKA WHERE WE FOUND EACH OTHER IN A DIRTY MATTRESS ON THE SECOND FLOOR WHERE THE WORLD WAS EMPTY SAVE YOU AND I WHERE YOU CAME AND I LAUGHED AND YOU LEFT AND I CRIED WHERE YOU TOLD ME EVEN IF WE DIED TONIGHT THAT ID DIE YOURS

YOU KNOW I STILL WAIT AT THE EDGE OF TOWN PRAYING STRAIGHT TO GOD THAT MAYBE YOULL COME BACK AROUND I HAVE FULL BODY CHILLSSSSSS

THE ROCK GUITAR SMASHING IN AND BEING SO CRUNCHY GODDDDDDDDD

He's never looked more beautiful on his Harley in the parking lot breaking into the ATMs sleeping naked when it gets too hot from what ive heard people say about Lana Del Rey's music this sounds like she might've been an influence

show me how much i mean to you while im lying in these sheets undressed id hold the gun if you ask me to but if you love me like you say you do would you ask me to troubles always gonna find you baby but so will i crying only because im happy hold me across every state line im never gonna leave you baby even if you lose whats left of your mind cause you know ill be right there beside you riding through those western nights

ooh there's another song called family tree the first one was family tree (intro) but there's track five without (intro) delicious

oohhhhhooohohoho same first two lines but then new lyrics

give myself up to him in offering let him make a woman out of me ooooh hoo hoo hooooo

so family tree is a banger

i immediately thought emo cowboy on hearing those lyrics and google actually gave me that so thank you whoever made this image because its truly the essence of this album

the next one is hard times and the first thing i thought of was paramore ive been obsessed with that song lately

nine going on eightaayynn lay it on meeeeeeheeeeheeeee yessssss

im tiiiiired of you too tiiiiired to leave im tiiiired of you still tiiiiied to meeeee

I MET YOU THERE IN TEXAS

MY ASS WHO LIVES IN TEXAS👀👀👀

i met you there in texas somewhere on the thoroughfare on the side of the road with a pistol in my pocket i didnt trust no one but you said baby dont run ill take you anywhere

AND YOU SAID HEY DO YOU WANNA SEE THE WEST WITH MEEEHEEEEEE CAUSE LOVES OUT THERE AND I CANT LEAVE IT BEEEEEE AND I SAID HONEY LOVES NEVER MEANT MUCH TO ME BUT ILL COME WITH YOU IF YOURE SURE ITS WHAT YOU NEED

love love lovvveeeeee the beat that comes in a bit before that part

sad cowgirl winter lets go girls

i am halfway through this album and ive made more notes than i have for some albums twice the length thats how good 13 track albums always are

its not a real cowboy album if youre not spending the last two minutes of a nine and a half minute song just vocalizing

oh the nexts songs called gibson girl ive heard of that but i forgot what it is hang on

a type of drawing by a man named Charles Gibson of the ideal woman of the 1890s ooh should be interesting

the intro for this songgggg

the production is the fucking besttttt

the echoes for this one too yesss i love this shitttt

i dont even know what image to put this over but just youre all the same black leather and dark glasses pourin another while i shake my ass hes cold blooded so it takes more time to bleed obsession with the money addicted to the drugs says hes in love with my body thats why hes fucking it up

the guitar breakkkkkkk:PO(*&^%$^;l;pqokpiaw

next ones name is ptolemaea so lemme go look that up too

oh yeahhh that greek astrologer dude okay

ooh the distortion in the beginningggg

the intensity building is so horror-like i love it

the screech on the last stop made me jump a lil goodbye

I am the face of loves rage what the fuck

the guitar and drums all getting more intense after that line remind of of the end of I Know The End by Phoebe Bridgers ill take ten million more songs with that please

the entire ending um???

its a good thing i decided to listen to this album around noon and not the middle of the night because i love demonic speaking parts but not when my eyes arent adjusted to the dark girl

ooh august underground is an instrumental i went to look up the lyrics and apparently its named after a horror film trilogy so ill probably check that out soon

televangelism is also purely instrumental and genius says its ethels ascent to heaven as music god this sounds gorgeous

what i wouldnt give to be in church this sunday listening to the choir so heartfelt all singing god loves you but not enough to save you so good luck on your own baby so i said fine cause thats how my daddy raised if they strike one once then you just hit em twice as hard but in the end the fire bent under the weight they gave me and this heart would break and fall twice as far eating these lyrics

WE ALL KNOW HOW IT GOES THE MORE IT HURTS THE LESS IT SHOWS BUT I STILL FEEL LIKE THEY ALL KNOW AND THATS WHY I COULD NEVER G O BACK HOME E T H E L THERE IS NO NEED TO EXPOSE ME LIKE THIS???

SO I MET HIM THERE AND TOLD HIM I BELIEVE SINGING IF ITS MEANT TO BE THEN IT WILL BE AND I FORGIVE IT ALL AS IT COMES BACK TO ME IM STILL PRAYING FOR THAT HOUSE IN NEBRASKA BY THE HIGHWAY OUT ON THE EDGE OF TOWN DANCING WITH THE WINDOWS OPEN I CANT LET GO WHEN SOMETHINGS BROKEN ITS ALL I KNOW AND ITS ALL I WANNA KNOW

one more song i have no idea what to say

freezer bride, your sweet divine look i have been obsessed with the locked tomb for over a year im not going to NOT think of Alecto when i see this

when my mother sees me on the side of a carton in winn-dixie's dairy aisle like the one promo picture for this right

and arlington's in texas👀👀👀

f.inisheddd thea lbum(*&#!OHPI#!HFo

wow what the hell was that im going to obsess over it forever

if there is not a colored vinyl of this i am going to fucking murder someone this deserves something gorgeous for me to stare at while its playing

in conclusion i cannot in any way let my religious mother know im trying to get this album so im going to work with my friend who helps me get explicit/gay music my mom wont let me because spotifys alright but i need to listen to this on my little portable cd player with headphones on full blast on the floor in the middle of the night because truly every album experience is better that way but especially shit like this

ethel if youre reading this how the everloving FUCK is this your debut album this literally deserves a grammy we all know they havent been shit for a while but if you dont get one for this im going to maul the entire Academy for real. keep doing weird shit i literally heard about you from Morning Elvis with Florence, my number one weird music woman and her taste has not failed me yet, especially not after an hour of being immersed in this

[lavenoon]

Me, everytime I read a new chapter from you: maybe this time AO3 will let me leave more kudos

AO3: No

Me: >:(

Seriously though! I just read it and aaaahhhh, I love it! I love that Robin noticed how tense Sun was! And how even though now he is letting his suave side show, we maybe even get MORE of his soft side than we already had in canon, since he is trying to hide what's troubling him behind that wall of confidence and smooth talking. Good on Robin for not letting him get away with that!

He deserves to be reassured too. Moon did get the worse self doubt from the reveal because of Robin's initial hostility when they met and their comments of their coworker afterwards, but I can imagine that the rejection when Robin found out must have hit Sun very hard because up until now, his relationship with them had been nothing but friendliness even if there was some awkwardness.

Of course, this is not about him feeling like y/n still resents him, but he obviously resents himself about it all. His pride must have taken a hit, who knows how he's felt talking to any superiors that knew beforehand. And we do know that he is very proper about doing things the correct way, his personality makes it muvh easier to grab onto mistakes and not let them go for a long time.

I wonder what else there is to it too! I have my theories, but those are mostly vague speculation than anything so I'll just wait and see!

Ok, that's that about the character analysis.

Now, ahem, ahem.

ALL THAT FLIRTING THOUGH LFDKGHSLKG

Sun all hesitant at Robin's advances, but then goes ha! Uno reverse! and puts them in his lap fldskfklñjhgfs

And then that ending??? Hello??? SIR

Robin about to get ankle grabbed fr fr lgdkjglsk

*clears throat*

Anyways I'm very normal, yes

HEHEHE I've seen a post claiming I'll still get the mail for it? Let's see if that's true <3 But your extra kudos made it to me already from intent alone!

Sun mirrors certain insecurities that Y/N also suffers from, insecurities Moon simply cannot calm because he went through entirely different ones. The confidence in the job you do, the confidence in a friendship you are terrified to lose.

Because let's look back - Sun hears his neighbor is also the work rival he heard about. His performance already starts dropping and he gets reprimanded before Y/N finds out and hides from him. It only gets worse after that, and within two weeks, he has to wonder if he's actually good at his job and if he'll lose the one friendship he actually indulged in due to incompetence, and if not that will he lose it because of what he's hidden from them?

He gets reassured that they still care and want to get to know Dawn, too, but the hit to his confidence does not so easily recover. This also being around the time when the boys pick up contact with Eclipse more (and start feeling really conflicted about how they handled that before), and his mind is simply a mess. He's feeling like all the mistakes he racked up are now coming back to haunt him, and he has to fix them all now while also handling everything he handled before and more

And that, like you say, meets his need to follow the rules, of what's proper and done, and he's slacking and faced the consequences and that just proves that he has to follow these rules! He can't afford any more mistakes!

Moon notices, and can't get him out of that spiral, because he got reassured before already (though the hiding/ rejection stings, of course) and the most glaringly obvious mistake... Was the explosion, which he escaped a reprimand for on account of lost an arm.

Y/N also notices, but is very new to prying - they didn't communicate before not just because they're idiots, but because in all constellations prying is just not something they could afford. It's different now, but it still feels invasive, so they need the little push from Moon to decide that yes, actually, Sun will get to relax one way or another.

And so the day off is planned! And when just relaxing doesn't actually work, well, then Y/N will pry, and make sure he's not going anywhere for it <3

But when they do, and he starts internally panicking because oh no, they can't know about that. He already worries about how they see him, he can't admit to even more faults! So he tries to deflect with flirting, but Y/N is 1) stubborn and 2) oblivious to his intent, and it works! Because as soon as he sees that his approach isn't working, and actually making Y/N insecure and wanting to withdraw, he panics even more and just holds them there! <3

And then the flirting.... >:3c

Sun blanking at the head in his lap before hesitantly indulging and holding them there, and then much less hesitantly holding on to them when they try to leave. Growing bolder then, both with the hope to maybe deflect but also to keep them closer <3

(And also because I wanted some touch and it just fit so so well in this. I went a little wild)

(Same with the ending. I. hehe <3)

Five seconds don't do too much because they won't leave the house and Y/N will be far too giggly to actually try and get away once he's cornered them. They enjoy the chase too, and for them the only thing getting caught promises is more cuddles and fun with a friend, so there is no fear at all (rip reverse AU Dawn) <3

And, well, a couple months down the line a chase like that will not end as sweet, and those teeth and claws might just get put to actual use <3

[cheolbinsart]

BIN-ah, thank you for everything you've done for #ASTRO, for sincerely giving love to us, #AROHA. Thank you for making us happy and loved in your own way. Every moment with you will forever live on our hearts and minds. You're forever my favorite person, you're irreplaceable. From my heart, I love you 🖤

AROHA, we all loved #MOONBIN, right?? We've loved him because of how humanly he was. Words aren't enough to express of how much grateful we all are for having to know such a person like him. He may be gone for now, but please, let's never ever forget him. Let's grieve for now, and heal on our own times, in our own ways. If you need someone to talk to, don't hesitate to. We can even DM each other should you want to. Let's keep loving Bin, let's always remember him and while doing that, let's not forget to take care of ourselves as he won't want something bad to happen to his universe 🖤💜

To #MOONBIN's Mom and Dad, I am truly thankful that you've brought into this world such a very, very loving, kind, selfless person. Thank you for supporting him achieve his dreams. ROHA will be here protecting you the same way he did you. Please stay strong.

Our dear #SUA, I can't imagine the pain you're feeling - losing not only a brother but also someone you've looked up to since you were kids. Stay strong too, okay? Not only that you gave your 6 Billie sisters, but you also now have 5 brothers in the person of ASTRO, the ones who became family with him when he was away from home. I'm sure that you'll be able to care for you the same way your Binnie-oppa did. We too will be here for you.

To our dear ASTRO members, we pray that you all stay strong and stick together. You've all been through so much together - that's why it's more heart-breaking to lose someone who became family to you. You trained together, spent time together, lived and debuted together, you've all bonded and stated together both on the best and worst times. Sadly, it'll be different now, it won't be the same without that fun-loving, hardworking MOON. Cry if you want to, tell AROHA your worries, your concerns - all when you are ready. We'll always be here patiently waiting for you all.

Leadernim, #JINJIN... We understand that you may be confused right now, however I hope that you keep it together and be strong. Bin may love teasing you but we know how much he loves and respects you. Thank you for being patient with him and his crazy antics. Thank you for being there at times when he needed someone to talk to, for listening to him. Things are different now that you'll be the one to look into the sky and would want to talk to him.

#MJ, our dear Bin's M-hyung.. This must have been do hard for you. I cannot imagine how you're feeling - you leaned a lot on BIN but now, he's resting peacefully in a tranquil place. Thank you for always keeping up with him and baby-ing him.

#EUNWOO-sshi, I pray that you're staying as one of the strongest. Thank you for being a true, true friend and brother to him - your tight friendship was more than that, he became your best friend and you were each other's confidant. Thank you for staying by his side, talking to him just when he needed someone the most. Bin was the happiest whenever he gets to see and be with you. He may be finally resting in love now, but we'll surely see him on the next life, right???

#ROCKY, you've been in the group the longest with Bin - making you both ASTRO's ancestor line. You've known him the longest as you've trained together since you were kids. I could never imagine how you feel - as Bin and you have been together for almost half of your lives. I hope you stay strong, the dependable rock we all know. Be complete once again in the next life.

Our dearest maknae, #SANHA-ya. You've been with your Bin-hyung the longest. You've worked together so long, performed on a lot of stages together halfway around the world. And heartbreakingly, you won't be able to be with him like you used to for almost everyday. Thank you for being by his side. I hope that there will be someone who'll be beside you, someone you'd be able to talk to and do take your time to heal. AROHAs will always be here for all of you. We'll stay by your side, you can talk to us for as long as you want and we'll listen.

To BIN's closest friends, colleagues and everyone who has closely worked with him and to those who have witnessed of how a pure, fun, happy, caring, loving, polite and gentle and hardworking person that he was, I pray for everyone to be strong and still care for yourselves - be healthy. It's what he'd want for sure. I hope that you have someone by your side as letting go of someone so close to your heart is and will never be easy.

Let's all stay strong and remember always of how beautiful person MOON BIN is and always will be.

You'll always be in our hearts, #MOONBIN. You will always be alive in our hearts. Until we meet again, my love 🖤

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Ace Trappola Gala Couture Personal Story: Part 2

"I'm counting on you guys, alright?"

(Part 1) Part 2

[Pomefiore Dorm – Ballroom]

Lilia: Oh, I have an idea! Ace, why don't you show them an example of how to walk properly?

Ace: Eh? Me, an example?

Jack: Heh, that's a great idea. Try it, Ace.

Ace: Huuh? Why do I gotta!?

Jack: Hey, hey, you're gonna stir up trouble and then not do it yourself? You think we'll let you get away with that?

Vil: Sigh… I don't think we can have a proper lesson in this kind of atmosphere.

Vil: In order to try to bring everyone together, I'll allow Lilia's suggestion and have Ace join us just this once.

Silver: Ace will show us a performance, huh. I cannot wait. I'll make sure to study it intently.

Ace: Eeeeeh～ No way. There's no reason for me to do any walking practice when I'm going to just be the emcee of the group.

Lilia: Hey, Ace. Don't you feel a bit frustrated that Jack is looking down on you?

Lilia: You just gotta face him and make him eat his words!

Ace: I mean, I'm not really frustrated or anything…

Ace: But hey wait, who's side are you on, anyway?

Lilia: I'm on your side, of course. Now, c'mon, hurry and do it.

Ace: Fine, fine, I'll do it.

Ace: Ehhh. I'm not really sure I can do it though～

Jack: Haha, I'm looking forward to this. If you can't do it well, I'll heckle you right back.

Ace: …Mmkay, here I go then.

[walks]

Jack/Silver: …!!

Lilia: Oho!

Vil: …Your center of gravity is unwavering, and your knees extend beautifully without any undue effort. Not bad.

Ace: …Well, I guess that'll do!

Ace: How was it? Based on everyone's reactions, I guess I did pretty good?

Vil: I suppose. You're a little rough around the edges, but… I would give it a passing mark.

Ace: Haha, thaaanks.

Jack: Hey, Ace! How're you able to walk so well like that?

Silver: Have you modeled before?

Ace: Nope, none. This was the first time I've ever walked like this.

Jack: Then, why…!

Ace: Why? I mean, it's easy. I just put into practice everything Vil-senpai had been saying during your lessons.

Ace: I heard his explanation, and then just winged it the way I thought he wanted it.

Jack: Huh…?

Lilia: Kufufu. You're quite adept to be able to do it so easily just my hearing him explain it.

Ace: Well yeah, something like this is easy-peasy.

Ace: If anything, why can't you guys do it, even though Vil-senpai is explaining it over and over again? So weird.

Ace: But hey, I don't mind all the praise. Thaaanks.

Jack/Silver: ...

Vil: Do you understand now? I'm not demanding anything impossible from you all.

Vil: Although, I suppose a part of it could also be Ace's natural talent as well.

Ace: Okay, then. No one else's got anything to say, right? I'll be heading off then.

Lilia: Oh, you're done already?

Ace: I told you already. This was just to kill time.

Ace: I'm pretty busy with my own stuff too, so I can't be looking after shy little Jack forever, y'know～

Ace: Mmkay then, bye～

Lilia: Okay, see you later～!

Jack: D-Dammit… I can't lose to Ace! I'll definitely perfect my walking!

Jack: Vil-senpai! Please be stricter with your discipline!

Silver: Same here. We may not be as good as Ace, but we'll make up for it with our painstaking efforts.

Vil: There's no need to be that eager, you can reach his level easily if you just practice seriously.

Vil: …But, I suppose that was good motivation, at least.

Vil: Now, break's over. Let's resume practice!

Jack/Silver: YESSIR!

Lilia: Hmm… Those two both have very focused looks on their faces now.

Lilia: I see what he did now. What an odd way to "encourage" them. Kufufu.

[Pomefiore Dorm – Lounge]

Ace: Haaah. I was just planning to mess with them a little bit. I didn't think I'd end up having to join them too.

Ace: Eh, I don't think I'll need to worry 'bout those two now that they're super fired up. They've always been one of the more annoyingly serious crowd, too.

Ace: I sure hope I'll get to do my part… I'm counting on you guys, alright?

(Part 1) Part 2

[phoebe-delia]

Hello, love. For your playlist prompts, how about 87?

I’m gonna be completely honest, I forgot if I already requested because I can hardly remember what I did 5 minutes ago. Working with young children for 8 hours will do that to you 😂

Hey Lyssa!! Thanks so much for this prompt, love. Your song is "Mine," by Taylor Swift, of course. Enjoy!

Harry didn't care about the grass ticking his skin, or the tiny bugs flying above his head as he lay on the ground in front of the Black Lake. He didn't mind the humidity or the fact that his left leg was falling asleep. He didn't care about his cheek getting dirty or his neck straining from turning so long in the same direction.

How could he, when Draco was next to him, talking animatedly, his smile almost as bright as his eyes? How could he move an inch when Draco's hand was clasping his arm, warm and sure and real?

No, Harry would endure almost any physical discomfort if it meant Draco would keep talking until he was out of breath. Until he ran out of words.

Or until Harry couldn't take it anymore and finally kissed him.

He was proud of himself, really, for holding out so long without risking their friendship and pouncing on the other boy with Gryffindorish reckless abandon. It was his fear of losing Draco after only just moving from awkward acquaintances to genuine friends that kept his impulsivity in check. That held him back from seeing if Draco's lips were really as soft as they looked.

"Harry, are you even listening?"

The hand on his arm squeezed gently, rousing Harry from his daze. He blinked and shook his head, his eyes focusing on Draco's entire face rather than just his mouth.

"Sorry?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "Never mind."

"No, wait, tell me," guilt curled in Harry's stomach. "I want to hear. I'm listening now, I promise."

Draco huffed. "Well, I was just saying that there's an incredible potions apprenticeship at this brewery in Diagon, and--"

Harry grinned. "That's great!"

"Yes, it is--and it would be even better if you let me finish my bloody sentence," Draco scowled half-heartedly.

Harry had the decency to look sheepish. "Sorry."

"Anywho, it's incredibly prestigious, and it would give me the chance to experiment far beyond the bounds of Hogwarts."

"So, when do you apply?"

Draco looked away with a sigh. "I can't."

"Why not?"

That earned him a scathing, you-complete-idiot, look. "You, of all people, cannot possibly have forgotten the most regrettable, unremovable tattoo on my arm, have you?"

Harry flushed, both from embarrassment and indignation. "The war's over! You deserve the same chance as everyone else."

"No, I don't," Draco said waspishly, eyes flashing. "I don't need your pity, Potter."

"It's not pity!" Harry's voice rose defensively, his blood boiling. "I didn't fight a war just so that everyone would go back to hating each other."

Draco huffed harshly, causing one of the locks of his hair on his face to flutter in the air before falling back onto his forehead. "Well, Harry, not everyone is quite as forgiving as you."

Harry scowled. "Seeing as I had more to forgive than almost anyone, it's pretty self-righteous of them to think they're above it all."

"It's performative, Potter. Most of them don't actually care," Draco shook his head. "It's easy to point fingers at a former Death Eater who's trying his best than it is to confront their own prejudices."

Harry blinked, then he smirked. "You've been talking to Hermione, haven't you?"

Draco flushed. "I approached her to apologize and then she wouldn't bloody stop talking at me. I just sort of...sat there and nodded occasionally."

Harry snorted. "You're a fast learner. Took me and Ron years to learn to just let her rant. We absorb what we can, but when she really gets going..." He trailed off, a soft, fond smile taking over his face. Merlin, he loved his friends.

He looked back to find Draco silent and staring at him curiously. Harry flushed under his searching gaze.

"So, are you really not going to go for the apprenticeship?" Harry asked, eager to bring his complexion back to normal.

"No," Draco said. "I have some pride left. I don't need to see my dreams denied to me explicitly in some passive-aggressive rejection letter. 'Dear Mr. Malfoy,' it'll say, 'We regret to inform you that while your credentials are extraordinary and your NEWTS have the highest marks we've ever seen, you are, unfortunately, a disgrace to all Wizarding kind. You should retreat to some distant corner of Knockturn or take refuge in the Muggle world until you either die or give in to your evil tendencies and end up in Azkaban where you belong.'"

Harry blinked. "I'd say that's less passive and more aggressive."

Draco waved a hand. "I might've embellished a little, but that would be the underlying message. So, as I said, it's a waste of time to even consider it."

"Well--is there some way I can help? Maybe--"

Draco scoffed. "I told you, Potter, I don't need your pity! Don't sully your good name on my account."

Harry rolled his eyes. "I think you know me well enough to know that's not what I mean. I want to help you like a normal friend would."

"Friends? Is that what we are?" Draco's tone was dry, but his eyes held a flicker of anxiety.

Harry bit his lip. "I don't think I could ever just be friends with you," he said quietly.

Draco's eyes flashed with hurt, his face turning otherwise blank. "Of course." He started to move to stand up.

Harry's heart stuttered. Unthinkingly, he reached out and grabbed the pale wrist. "No, Draco, you misheard me. I said I could never just be friends with you."

Draco inhaled sharply, sucking in his lip. Slowly, he knelt back onto the ground, this time closer to Harry. "Then what do you want to be?" If they weren't so close, Harry wouldn't have heard him speak.

Gathering his last scrap of courage, he looked Draco in the eye. "I want you to be mine."

Draco surged forward then, bringing their lips together. Harry met the kiss eagerly, moving his own mouth slowly against Draco's because for the first time in his life Harry realized there was no hurry.

They pulled away to breathe, and Draco's eyes were bright, his lips swollen and well kissed. Harry's need for oxygen was all that stopped him from leaning in again.

Draco scooted closer to Harry, tucking his hair into the crook of his neck. Harry wrapped his arm around Draco, not caring that it would eventually get tingly and numb.

"We'll figure this out together, Draco," Harry whispered as they both gazed up at the sleepy, twilight sky. "We're a team, you and me."

Draco nuzzled closer in answer, wrapping an arm around Harry's waist and closing his eyes.

The grass itched his skin, he swatted at the bugs, his arm was already losing blood flow, his cheek was dirty, and his neck was sore.

And yet, Harry didn't have any complaints.

Send me an ask about Harry Potter, broadway/musicals, The West Wing, and/or Taylor Swift! Or just about life in general :).

Also, I have a playlist of my 99 most listened-to songs of the year so far. Pick a number 1--99 and send me an ask and I'll write you a fic based on it!

[oxiosa]

I do have a specific topic in mind for the nsfw, i just kept it vague so that if you werent in the mood for it you wouldnt have to read it hahasa but it's relatively straightforward, i was rereading your smut from after the copa america and how we discussed before that martin is picky about giving oral, so i thought we could expand a little on that and maybe talk abt what moments he might suddenly feel like it and etc (besides after winning lol). basically i'm suggesting a blowjob discussion

Ns/fw Brarg Sunday it is then~

I will stan that Tinchito is picky about giving head, and I have three main reasons for this hc:

My first reason is related to Martín not being as confident as he comes across. He acts as if he believes he is the best damn thing around to the point that even he buys his own act, yes, but he struggles with self-worth. Martín’s big ego comes from his insecurities; it’s him shutting them down by stubbornly reminding himself of past greatness and his unexploited potential, two things he whole-heartedly believes in. Now by this I don’t mean to imply his confidence is fake, he is an egocentric asshole, but it is forced in a way since Martín doesn’t know how to quit. He is proud, strong, and likes to be in control, or in worst-case scenario likes to at least pretend so. Now, having your head between someone’s legs is kinda of a vulnerable position, one in which it’s very easy to suddenly lose this sense of control if your lover decides to take over and have their way. And I think this is one where Martín struggles with it, he doesn’t like to feel he is not in control here, he doesn’t like to feel used, to feel disposable, to feel like a thing. Sex for him is an intimate act that requires respect. In order to yield power and control, he’d have to really and truly trust his partner, he’d have to be certain they respect him and that he is being be cared for.

My second reason is related to that one hc I had about Martín having past bad experiences about sex. Being looked down upon has always burnt Martín’s pride, and I hc past Tinchito really wanted to prove he was a Big Boy during his first decades as a new nation. He wanted to prove his worth for everyone to see, and I think this also extended to sex, a department in which he was not very experienced. As (I think?) I’ve said before, I think that for the sake of keeping up with some former more-experienced lovers, he might have done things he wasn’t ready to do. In a way, I hc he felt challenged and just really wanted to prove a point, was worried his lovers might consider him green and virginal if he refused to certain practices, so he didn’t. He pushed himself into doing certain things he should have waited to do for when he was ready and truly wanted to try them. As time went by, Martín’s character seasoned and he decided he’d be the one to measure his own worth (spoilers: he decided he was fucking great no matter what) and he’d have nothing to prove to anyone. As thus, he also decided he would never again do anything he didn’t feel like doing.

Lastly, as we’ve discussed before, I don’t think Tincho finds dicks particularly pretty or alluring. Mind you, I’m not implying he finds them gross; he has a dick of his own and hey no part of him is ugly in his book, and anyways he ain’t no straight man so of course he highly approves of D. But dick’s are kinda funny looking and ridiculous the more you look at them. Also bj are not something very graceful to perform, the more you think about it in theory the more awkward it becomes (as it happens when you overthink many things tbh). So I don’t think he sees the appeal in the act perse.

Now the next part of the question, when would he feel like giving head? Well, firstly, I don’t think he’s one to perform oral on random strangers. Maybe if his lover has already done it for him and he feels particularly generous as to return the favour, but it has to come from within him, it cannot be asked or implied. If he ever so slightly feels he is being pressured into it, or doesn’t like the way his partner is treating him mid act, he’ll stop all together and gather his clothes and walk away. And he knows this, so honestly I think the chances of some casual fling getting oral from him are very slim, if not zero.

So bjs are mostly reserved for steady relationships. Even then, I still believe he is picky about them for he still is a sensitive boy. I think he needs a partner who makes him feel respected and valued, and the tricky part here is that I hc he needs to feel reassured without being explicitly reassured. Martín has a big ego and any verbal reassurances might come off as condescending to him. Look, he just needs space, needs to set his own pace, but he is no child who needs to be reassured about how great he is doing throughout the act, ok? So just let him work, and let him know how much you appreciate what he is doing and how good he’s doing by letting him hear how much you are enjoying yourself. Moans, groans, sighs, even curses and fond honest praises about how good he or how nice it feels are welcomed. Vocal encouragement does the trick, verbal reassurance doesn’t. He needs to feel appreciated and encouraged but it can’t be done directly and explicitly, he needs to pick it up from his partner’s reactions. He’s a difficult boy if there ever was one /sigh

And this is where Lulu comes in as a perfect lover for Tinchito :D I think Lu being very natural and casual about sex helped in a way. Martín tends to make too much of a deal about most things, bjs included, and I think Lu in a way helped him relax a little about it. His casual “practical” approach to sex helped turn the intensity down, made Tincho a little more flexible. This is about fun and pleasure, isn’t it? It’s ok if Martín doesn’t want to blow him, but it’s also ok if he does. It doesn’t matter what they do or how they do it, sex is not a weapon Luciano will use against him.

I also believe Lulu being very oral fixated helped a lot. Bjs from Luciano come easy, I really like the hc that is one of his fave things to do in bed. And example is the best way to preach, isn’t it? Lu blows Martín all the time, he doesn’t think Martín will mock him or shame him for it, does he? He is no less for it, is he? He’d be an hypocrite if he humiliated Tincho for blowing him. Lu’s oral positivity kinda “normalized” bjs for Tinchito.

Additionally, and this works for my third point about Tinchito being difficult for oral, Lulu being very receptive and vocal during sex is just the encouragement Martín needs. It “empowers” him during an activity that usually doesn’t feel too good for him since it makes him feel like he’s on charge here, which is exactly what he needs. Martín might not get off in takin a dick to his mouth perse, but having Luciano delirious with pleasure because of him really does it for him.

Related the part of winning being one of the things that gets Tincho in the mood for giving head, I think it’s mostly about his self-perception. I think he mostly reserves it when he feels good about himself, truly and genuinely confident and not just his usual self-imposed confidence. Which is why I believe winning puts him in the mood, he feels validated and like the king of the world and hey he might as well share some of his grace with the rest of them mortals, yk? He’s so high up on seventh heaven to feel any of the insecurities and self-consciousness that usually holds him back about oral, he is a generous soul who’ll share his bliss with his partner.

[hobiwonder]

mission impossible | (m)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, crack.

Warnings: Oral, dirty talk, unprotected sex, overstimulation, slight degradation. dom/sub themes (jungkookie being a good boy and then... not so good lol)

Words: 9k+

Summary: When you find out that your groupmate is whoring it up on tinder instead of handing in his part of the project, you go on a mission to teach him a lesson. And maybe get him to finish his part.

A/N: hello!!!! thankyou all for waiting patiently. or maybe you’ve just forgotten about me lol. it’s been a while since i uploaded anything!!! I hope you enjoy this crack as much as I enjoyed writing fuckboy but still a movable baby!jungkook. please don't forget to tell me ur thoughts. feedback keeps me going :)

If it was something strange, it would happen to you. You were not just saying that because of the hint of narcissism in your personality that made you think that everything was about you. Oh no. You never seem to catch a break these days. And quite honestly, you should’ve expected your dose of absurd to be handed to you soon. It had been a week too long without any fatuous incidents and/or people happening to you. Was this just a y/n thing? Was every girl with your name cursed? Maybe it had something to do with your astrological sign. That always seemed to be the explanation of a lot of your friends who did not want to admit to their faults that would land them in hot water. The usual “oh it’s because i’m insert-star-sign”. 

Were you really becoming that girl? Though it was hard to blame yourself for this one. Currently staring at your phone. More specifically, the defined abdominals of your group mate. A group mate who has not shown up to a single meeting. After a whole day of slaving away at your study desk, deleting and rewriting your discussion and evidential analysis to conclude whether or not it was a plausible inference that the movies, Whiplash and Black Swan were excellent cinematic representations of the ‘Obsessed Performer.’ 

Yeah. That was a mouthful. And you bet your right ass cheek that you were the only one out of yourself and Jungkook who had even watched the said movies. In the group of four, Jungkook and yourself were given the discussion and conclusion to write. The three of you who had been present at the initial group meeting had chosen your parts as was decided in the group chat prior. When all of you had received a text from Jungkook cancelling last minute, you’d snagged the conclusion as well as half of the discussion to write as just the conclusion would be a little too easy. And you had wrongfully assumed that your peer had been in some sort of ‘emergency’ since he always sounded like he was in a hurry to do something incredibly important. 

You’d pitied the seemingly sweet looking boy and told him that you’ll work together on the last two sections of the paper. And his bastard self had always been all smile emojis and ‘yes :)’ and just all around misleading. Sounding like he was diligently working on his part by himself and definitely will turn everything into you by Thursday. Thursday was yesterday and you had not received even a single message from Jungkook about where he was in terms of progress on the 1000 words he needed to write. Message after message, you weren’t even being left on read. And in concern you had messaged your group chat that maybe he was facing some real life crisis to be so MIA. Until this.

Until you had picked up your phone about half an hour ago to mindlessly scroll through your instagram feed and then in the last 10 minutes had decided to also go on to tinder just to humour yourself. You were well aware that tinder was a cesspit of weird and unhinged men who would only be a good enough to make a youtube video about or a horror story texted to your best friend. You were speaking from experience. Decent men on tinder was like finding a luxury vintage dress in half good condition at a thrift store. 

So when you’d swiped left for the 30th time - you’d finally come across the perfect face of someone very familiar. You’d almost swiped left on reflex before you’d brought the phone almost too close to see why the face looked so recognisable. Even without having actually ever met Jungkook face to face - apart from that first lecture - it was hard to miss that this definitely was him. Your mouth had fallen open, jaw just shy of touching your soft bedsheets. You’d found Jeon Jungkook on tinder. His perfectly coy smile staring right at you, the first few buttons of his black shirt open wide to capture your attention back to his smooth, muscular chest. Hastily dialling Momo’s number, you can barely contain your shock and anger and annoyance. All of it wrapped up in one powerful burst of dialogue that you subject Momo’s ears too.

“Bitch!!!” You can’t help screeching, mind boggled.

“What happened now? Jungkook finally reply to you?”

“No oh my god. I found his tinder. I found his tinder Mo. I found his tinder!” You were screaming again but you couldn’t help it. 

You were missing a Jeon Jungkook to rightfully scream at so poor Mom was bearing the brunt of your anger and maniacal laughter because your brain was having a hard time believing your luck.

 “Wait, seriously? Did you match him?” Oh wait. Of course. There was still another step.

Wordlessly you swipe right, hard skipping a few beats in anticipation. And when the screen shows that he swiped you right as well and that you could now message him, you’re laughing once more.

“So he did. Wow. What a piece of shit.” She’s also laughing albiet much more like a normal human being.

“I cannot believe this Mo. This fuckhead doesn’t read any of my messages for the last week and I find him matched to me on tinder?”

Just then, your phone vibrates. Telling Mo to hold on, you don’t want to believe that this is actually happening. You had just received a message from Jungkook. It had barely been a whole minute of you matching up with him on this app and he had already messaged you.

Jungkook: What has 36 teeth and holds back the Incredible Hulk? My zipper.

This must be a bad dream. Were the cameras of Punk going to start showing up form under your bed? Were you being punked? Not only was Jeon Jungkook just the worst partner out of all the group projects you had been in, he was most definitely a fuckboy. Who used terrible pick-up lines. Did he really not recognise you? Granted that your pictures were not the ones you had put up on facebook - it was still quite discernible that this was definitely you.

“Mo, he just sent me a horny pick-up line oh my god. I’m going to lose my mind.”

“Of course he did. I always thought he was a bit of a player. What did he say?”

When you read out the message, both of you are coughing from the laughter. This was too ridiculous and just very much like something that would happen to you. You had a group project due in less than two days and your group mate had turned out to be a bit of a horny bastard that was more concerned with getting his dick wet than messaging you back.

“You need to message him back, y/n. Pour the cold water on him already and tell him how badly he fucked up.”

“No way! I bet you he’s going to never message me back. At least on tinder i’m going to get a reply. Just how the hell do I ask him about the paper that he should’ve emailed me, like, yesterday? Ugh.”

“Just message him back, firstly. Or lose the only communication you just got. Do you know what dorm he’s in?”

“No idea.” Typing your reply and deleting it - much like your assessment that you were working hard on. Unlike him.

You:  Hulk always was my favourite Avenger :)

“You did not just say that! Grossssss.” Yeah. Humouring fuckboys was exclusively for post 6 tequila shots Y/n.

Chuckling at your own response, you’re trying to keep your cool while trying to keep Jungkook’s attention so he doesn’t stop messaging you.

“Mo, wait. I just had an idea.”

“Please, y/n, violence is not the answer.”

“I won’t hurt him you knob. Okay talk to you later!” Not a lot anyway.

“I’m telling the police I don’t know you if they come around tomorrow! Bye!”

Making a face at your phone for good measure - you go ahead with your plan. There was no way you were letting Jeon Jungkook get away that easily. You’d been working so hard this semester. Harder than you have ever tried and you would not let his sloppy self to bring down your grade on an assessment that was worth 40% of your grade. Nearly half. Neither did the people in your group deserved it.

“Just you wait, Jeon. I’m going to kick your horny ass.”

Jungkook: let my Hulk destroy any traces of bad fucks you’ve had.

Your eyes are almost bulging out of your head at his brashness. Did he really just ask you to fuck? This is the second thing he has said to you and it’s him asking to fuck you. You can’t believe how much of a textbook fuckboy he was. When you haven’t responded for a few minutes, you get another message form him.

Jungkook: if that was too forward ^-^

Jungkook: then what i said was a lie lol.

Jungkook: I'm probably the best fuck you’ll ever have.

You cannot believe your eyes. With each message, Jungkook is either confusing you or making you shake your head at how exactly like all the other boys on tinder he is. This was hands down, the longest conversation you have had with Jungkook directly. In the group chat he generally adressed everyone, shooting haphazard apologies right before meetings. Saying he would not be able to make it. It had frustrated you to no end as the date for submission got closer and closer. And to see him reply quicker than you, on tinder no less, was beyond infuriating. 

You: Well then. Prove it.

You: Where do you live?

You doubted that Jungkook would be reluctant to give you his address. That’s just not something you see happening. Maybe he preferred to go to the girl’s place? That wouldn’t matter to you either. Though convincing him to bring his laptop with him would be a challenge but you were fine to let him work on your own. There was no way you were letting him go without coughing up his part.

Jungkook: you sure?

You: wanna fuck. Hurry up.

Jungkook: you’re so sexy :)

You were going to literally lose it. Not sure why you were biting the inside of your cheek so hard to stop yourself from laughing at his messages. Jungkook was the epitome of a snapchat fuckboy. It was much more hilarious than you anticipated. You were expecting to be feeling the singular emotion of sheer hostility. But you were having too much fun with this. Especially when you weren’t going to actually fuck him but seeing how eager and self-assured he was, this was all the more pleasant. 

Jungkook texts you his address and you let him know that you’ll be there in around 20 minutes. He lived surprisingly close. Though him staying in an all male rich residential college was definitely not a surprise. Only kids with a lot of disposable income and no worries of being evicted avoided doing any actual school work. The rest of you were not privy to such luxury. The more you thought about it the more you knew how gratifying it will be to show up at Jeon Jungkook’s door with a pile of notes and your laptop. He was in for a treat.

Dressing in that one little black dress you had was only part of the plan. An attempt to fool him one last time before you handed him the checklist of what he had to do. You shrug on a large jean jacket that fell below your bottom to conceal your provocative dress, grab your bag after stuffing all the necessities and then set out the door. Dialling Momo’s number, you let her know where you will be incase anything happens. You could never be too careful.

“Yo, I’m going to Cornell college. Jungkook apparently lives there so I’m going to meet him.”

“Are you serious? He told you his address?!”

“Sure did.”

“I pray for his soul.”

“He made me suffer far longer! Whose side are you on, traitor?!”

“Yours but knowing you, he’s in for a LOT. Okay stay safe.”

“Yeah yeah. He needs to be safe not me.”

“Yeah that was what I was saying. Anywhore. have fun.”

“Bye.”

The closer you get to the college, you are starting to hear loud music. Was this even allowed on colleges? Were there not any volume restrictions given what time it was and the fact that it was managed by onsite staff? Arriving on the level Jungkook told you his room was, 4th, the music is even more noticeable. The sign pointing to the common room was where most of the bass was coming from and you guess maybe there is a function going on. Though the closer you walk, you realise that this was not just any event. This was a party. The cracks in the door gave away to the activities happening inside the large hall. Deciding not to wait any longer, you text Jungkook again. Being as serious as you can be to get him to meet you outside instead of carrying your backpack with you inside.

You: I’m here to fuck, not party.

Jungkook: it’s a good party tho. We can slowly take it back to my room ;)

You: I’ll find someone else.

You hope he takes your bluff.

Jungkook: love it when you order me around baby.

Jungkook: don’t forget who’s in charge. Me.

You can’t help but roll your eyes, still smirking at your phone. No matter what your initial intentions were, you had to admit that playing with Jungkook was fun. He was unacceptably attractive and looked like the type of guy you would reduce to tears. But none of that tonight. You had to stay focused. You’re about to type another message to speed him up but he beats you to it. 

Jungkook: room is unlocked. go in. i’ll be there in a minute.

Letting out a whoosh of air you’d been holding, you head down the hall, further away from the heavy bass and the party music. Somewhat hesitantly, you open the door to the room number he gave you. Nothing out of the ordinary. His room wasn’t messy. It was tidy. No sign of books. Just a bunch of sketches and film negatives strewn about on his  study desk. Shamelessly, you snoop around, trying to find any evidence that he studies at all. So far, you’d only found an industry grade recording mic, two different types of cameras and some more unused camera reel. 

Getting out your notes and the checklist you were going to hand to Jungkook, you get everything ready for when Jungkook arrives. You were not going to let him get away with this. Just another minute later, you can hear the footsteps getting closer. And for a moment, so does your heartbeat. You were quite confident in yourself but there was always a chance that Jungkook was more than a harmless oversexed college boy. All of the very rational fears are thrown out the window, however, as soon as the black mop of hair comes into view. Jungkook was incredibly handsome. Even moreso than his pictures. His hair was longer than the last time you saw him months ago. The long strands of inky black hair fell endearingly in his face, just to the middle of his eyes, parted right in the middle and curling slightly. He wore a long sleeved shirt with hip-hugging jeans that almost made you drool visibly. The saliva was positively pooling in your mouth but you swallowed it quickly to avoid embarrassment. 

Now, you were angry. You really were. You needed this assessment finished so you could start on other projects and without Jungkook finishing up his part, there was no way you would have finished yours on time. But you would be a bold faced liar if you didn’t admit that you were oh so tempted to abandon your vendetta and not ride him like a bronco. You could tell that unfortunately, unlike other men who strutted about with empty words - Jungkook would be the best you would have in a while.

And when he smiles, it’s not any easier.

“Hey you.”

“Hi.” Desperately trying to keep your voice even, you smile coyly.

Jungkook locks the door, running a hand through his hair before he stalks towards you. Confident as ever. You bite your lip, baiting him even further before you strike. Just when he gets close enough to you, you hold out an arm to keep him from touching you.

“God, you’re even more sexy in person.”

“Uh-uh, be patient.” He’s blissfully unaware, just smirking in return as he watches your hands roam his chest before going up to his face. Taking a step closer to him, you rake your nails up his neck, leaving little white lines from the scratches. 

“Close your eyes, Jungkook.” Jungkook, ever the obedient boy, closes them quickly. Awaiting your next move.

You can’t help yourself when he looks like this. Completely immersed in the feel of your hands. He was a good few inches taller than you but your platformed sneakers made it easier for you to teach him a lesson. His dark eyelashes kissing the tops of his cheeks, face so relaxed you would think he’s sleeping. You deserved to play a little at least, right? Leaning forward, you stop with the internal rationalising and just make the move.

Your lips meet his in a fiery kiss. His stoic figure melting as soon as your lips lock, hands grabbing at your waist while his tongue grazes your bottom lip. Jungkook is moaning in the kiss like he’s taking his first gulp of water after roaming the desserts. Momentarily, you forget your purpose for even being here in the first place. Wrapping your hands in his tempting long tresses and pulling, making even more sweeter noises to spill past his lips. He’s panting and restless. Moving his body against yours like he’ll die without it. Moving him backwards, you push him agains his swivelling study chair that was conveniently faced the right way. 

His hands are all over you as soon as he’s down on the chair with your legs straddling his thighs on either side. All you can feel are his lips and his tongue and his hands. All over you, sliding your jacket off your shoulders to travel his kisses down another path. The desperate intake of oxygen is enough to bring your head back in the game, barely. With Jungkook nipping away at the now exposed skin of your shoulders and neck, it’s hard for you to stay focused. Especially when the hard tent in those sinfully tight jeans is now pushing against your softest part. He’s impossibly hard and you’re impossibly soft down there. It’s a lethal combination because neither of you can live without the other being pressed against each other. When you push down on him he pushes his hips up with even more ferocity, moaning louder with every illicit rub of the thickness between his thighs. 

You’re addicted to the feeling and not sure how you’ll centre yourself enough to do what you actually came to do. God was really making you eat your words, huh? You were so close to ripping all his clothes off and fucking his brains out. You bet he’ll make the prettiest sounds when you ride him. His whimpers and moans just from gyrating up against you were enough of an indication. Sliding your hands back up in his hair, you yank it back from your neck to see his sweaty, glistening face looking up at you. He looked slightly inebriated. You had tasted the traces of vodka in his kiss but you had a feeling that a lot of his current state had to do with you and not the liquor.

“Jungkook?” He shamelessly rut his hips against yours, not fully hearing you, lost in his own lusty haze.

“Yeah?” Your lips close around the soft cartilage of his earlobe, tugging and flicking with your tongue, illiciting more salacious noises out of him. 

“How’s the assignment coming along?” It takes him a few seconds to respond but the urgency with which he was pawing at you has slowed to a halt like a broken down car.

“Huh?” Pulling back completely, you stare him right in his twinkly eyes that look like a deer caught in the headlights.

“The paper you’re writing on modern cinema?”

“How... how do you know about that?” You smile at him sweetly. Before you flick him across his forehead.

“Ow! What the hell?”

“I should be saying that you harlot!”

“Harlot? really? You were all over me just now. You are all over me!” You’re surprised he knows the meaning of the medieval insult. 

“Don’t try and weasel out of this! I’ve been waiting for your finished part since yesterday!”

“Wait... you’re y/n, y/n?”

“Took you long enough.”

“With your tongue down my throat? I wonder why.” You cannot believe you are arguing with a boy whilst still in his lap with his hands holding on to your waist.

Jungkook is trying his hardest to deflect and make you seem like the desperate one when he had been the one to want to fuck you from the get go. Getting off his lap, you fix your dress, tugging it down a little since the assault from Jungkook had almost bared your ass. Jungkook is still sitting in his study chair, dumbfounded.

“Finish your part of the discussion Jungkook. I have to write the conclusion and submit the paper.”

He is still staring. And now your eyes are travelling down to his thighs. Particularly the large bulge a little further up. A very substantial bulge that makes your mouth water once more. 

“Jungkook!”

“Sorry, what? I just had a dream that a crazy girl tried to get me to do my homework right before we were going to fuck.”

“Listen here you little shit,” You grab Jungkook’s chin, gently despite his theatrical reactions, tilting it up to look you in the eyes. His reactions are so comical you almost laugh. “I’ve worked too hard for you to just give me piss poor, last minute effort. I’m here until you finish it.”

“You cannot be serious.” Letting go of his chin, you step back, folding your arms against your chest for good measure. Raising an eyebrow for him to challenge you.

“You expect me to write a thousand something words with this,” He points between his legs, you roll your eyes, “still here? No way.”

“I don’t remember giving you a choice, pretty boy.”

“You think I’m pretty?” So pretty. But he didn’t need to know that. You swivel his chair around back to face his desk.

“Less talk and more work!”

“Y/n, you can’t- can’t make me!” He’s throwing his hands around like a child and it’s a little too cute for an annoying boy like him who’s put you through so much anxiety. Sitting on his bed, swinging your legs as your eyes look around at the paintings, you let him huff and puff.

“Oh yeah? Guess I’ll have to call the cops because of the weed you have.”

His nose scrunches up adorably. “I don’t have any weed.”

“But I do. Who will they believe?” His eyes widen once more as he realises what you’re saying.

“Are you seriously blackmailing me?” You nod, smiling brightly. Jungkook turns back around, head in his hands as he mutters to himself how his tinder hookups are always crazy.

“Hey! I wouldn’t be here if you did your work! or replied to any of my messages.”

“Um, I was going too? I was busy.”

“Taking vodka shots? Yeah I could tell.” The mention of the kiss is bringing a rosy flush to Jungkook’s cheeks. Such an uncharacteristic reaction for a guy with his looks and his confidence.

He was that much more appealing to you because of how he contradicted his own personality. You knew he was one of those boys who acted all tough but secretly wanted to be bossed around. Told to do this and that. Made uncomfortable and maybe slightly humiliated. They lived to please. And the way Jungkook had melted into your body almost as if asking for guidance earlier, you knew he was exactly like that. He may not even know it yet but you could have him in the palm of your hands in a matter of minutes.

“What do I get in return?” He’s still grunting his disapproval, but looking through the notes you put on his desk anyway.

“A good grade and a life longer than 22?”

“You’re crazy.”

“All the more reason for you to be quiet and work!” He pouts at you before quietly looking through the notes and logging into his laptop.

When you’re satisfied he’s actually working, you lay down on his bed, making yourself comfortable knowing that it will take him at least an hour to finish his part. You had practically handed him all the points, he just had to write his own opinion and synthesise the evidence you had collected. The part of discussion required each student in the group’s own thoughts and thus you couldn’t just make them up on Jungkook’s behalf. Nor did you want to. You were done doing two people’s work back in your freshman year. These were advanced level classes and you weren’t going to ruin your grade because of one person.

Thirty minutes later, you’re almost about to doze off when you see Jungkook getting up from his chair in your periphery. Sitting up in a flash - though a little dizzy - you point an accusatory finger at Jungkook. Said boy has stopped mid-standing up.

“Don’t you dare Jeon! Get back in that chair and finish your work.”

“Jesus.” He’s holding his head in his hands once more before he starts whining again. “Y/n, please. Can’t I just do this tomorrow and send it to you then?”

You think about it. You do. “And have you go off the face of the planet again? No way.”

“Please.” He drags out the syllables, pouting and blinking up at you and it almost works.

“No. Not a chance. Just finish it ASAP and I’ll edit it. But finish writing it. The sooner you’re done the quicker I’ll be out of your hair.”

He glares at you. And not the scary, tough man glare that might make you slightly nervous and fidgety that you’re getting on his nerves. It’s a glare a kid gives you when you tell them no more TV or no more xbox. It’s the most adorable thing you’ve seen Jungkook do tonight. Or maybe you’re just sleep deprived. Either way, you wanted to kiss the hell out of him. But you turn your head away, faux annoyance ebbed into your features as you wait for him to start writing again.

It works for another half hour, Jungkook now actually typing more than he’s complaining. It was only a thousand words that he had to write but there was a lot of information that needed to be condensed in those thousand words which meant he was typing and then deleting, repeating the process again and again until he looked to be halfway through. You were impressed at how much he was getting done. Maybe it was your watchful gaze that was making him perform at his peak. You were now just hoping that whatever he wrote was actually plausible and not just rubbish to get you out of his room.

“I can’t believe you’re making me work with a boner. You could’ve at least gotten me off.” His pout his still there as he types casually.

“Stop being a brat and keep working.” 

“Yeah? You’re going to make me write lines? ‘I am a brat’.” He chuckles to himself like he’s burnt you to a crisp with that one comment. 

Taking your hand off of your face, you sit up. You watch the way his biceps bulge under his shirt as he types away at his laptop, legs splayed wide under his desk as he supported a semi. It was still a sizeable dent but nowhere near as daunting looking as before. But none of that diminishes your desire for him. You watch him talk to himself quietly as he types, but now stuck somewhere as he types and deletes and then types a sentence again. 

You’re not sure what sets it off. Maybe it’s your frustration or that you think he owes you something more than just this. Maybe it’s the way he’s sitting? There are a lot of reasons you can use to justify your serious and formidable attraction to him. But you cannot deny that it was him from the get go. Just him in all his submissive glory that made you attracted to him. And that attraction was now getting the best of you. Maybe it was time to torture him in another way.

“No. I’ll do something much more to your liking.”

His head turns back around fast, fingers halting at his keyboard while he inspects the drunken look in your eyes. Slowly, you spread your legs, hands bracing yourself as they clutch the sheets on either side of you. Your heart is racing at the look in his own eyes. Primal and needy. 

“Get on your knees Jungkook.” His chest is rising and falling much quicker than yours. Like he’s holding himself back.

You patiently wait for him to listen to your instructions, watching him. Never breaking eye contact. You know it’s new to him. It’s too obvious for you to deny it. But you relish the look of surprise every time you say something he doesn’t expect. Slowly, get’s up from his chair. Never taking a step further as he drops to his knees, crawling forwards until he’s right infant of you. The room is not that big at all so it doesn’t take him long. Now, his wide, doe eyes look at you. Inquisitive and aroused and it turns you on even more. He’s all man with hard ridges and bulging muscles but the way he’s looking at you right now makes you feel like at the centre of his world.

“Are... are you going to- to make me eat your pussy?” the explicit question sends your nerve endings on fire. 

You’re a second away from grabbing his hair and shoving him right between your legs but the way his soft mouth says the dirty words - it makes you feel a very different kind of way. Now it’s you who can’t stop staring at him. Thinking about what else he has up his sleeves. You expected him to be vocal but never this. He is bold and shy all at the same time.

“Would you like that, Jungkook?” His eyes drop between your legs again, watching the way your panties cling to your increasingly wet folds.

Jungkook is moving between your legs more, eagerly nodding so the strands of his fringe rustle up and down in his face. His arms are going under your thighs, gropping them for good measure before he looks up at you with those eyes again.

“Please.” He’s almost whispering, longing lacing his every word. “Please, y/n. Please let me taste you. ‘wanna taste you.”

His words have turned into pleas and the pleas turn into kisses alongside your inner thighs and then any place Jungkook can get his lips and tongue on. Everything else is forgotten. It’s just you laying on his bed while Jungkook tries to get a taste of you anyway he can. His lips travel up to your covered mound, never daring to move the piece of fabric holding him back from his destination. Opting to only kiss over it, lick his way up your clit through the thin cotton that’s now moulding to your swollen folds.

“Do- do you deserve it, Jungkook? For putting me through so much h-headache? Oh.” Your moans accompany almost every word. Fingers laced into Jungkook’s luscious hair as he continues his hurried tasting of your arousal. 

His response is mumbled between your legs. You watch his veiny hands repeatedly grab at the flesh of your thighs. Kneading it desperately like he’s trying to distract himself from doing something else entirely. A yelp leaves his mouth at your tug on his hair. Pale skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He looks like an addict when he is looking at you like you’re giving him his fix and God, you want to kiss his swollen lips.

“Answer me, brat. Do you deserve anything from me?” 

“N-No.”

“Right. Yet you’re still begging to taste me like the needy little slut you are. Hm?”

Jungkook is whimpering, his lids fluttering. He doesn’t expect the smack across his face, a little too hard for what you had originally aimed for. The surprise is evident and for a moment you’re worried he’s going to be upset. Instead, his breathing is picking up even further.

“Answer me when I speak to you.”

“Y-Yes... Noona.” The breath is almost sucked out of you at his timid tone. And it only makes you want to push him further.

“Good boy.” His eyes are lighting up at the praise like hundreds of little galaxies called them home.

Sliding down towards the edge of the bed, you let your legs hang off, letting your toes touch the floor. Jungkook is still on his knees, watching you manoeuvre yourself around his bed before you reach for the hem of your dress. Watching his every facial expression as you strip. He looks up at you wide-eyed, taking in your soaked underwear and the thin black bra where your nipples pointed right at him. You can see his hands twitch by his side. You’d pushed them off you when you’d changed your position and were surprised at how calm and obedient Jungkook was being. Contrast to how much of an argumentative brat he was. But you had a sneaking feeling that he liked it when you called him that.

You were trying to remain calm yourself. Not give too much away on the dilemma you held inside your head. Thinking if you should take this any further. Though it was a little too late now, you guess. You were practically naked, wetter than ever before as Jungkook watched you with his wide doe eyes. Hunger evident with every flit of his gaze. You would feel cruel if you stopped at this point. So you let the rational part of your brain take a backseat and letting the consequences of tonight berate you in the morning after. Sliding your palms down your stomach, straight inside your soaked panties, you stroke yourself ever so slowly. Holding his heated gaze with cloudy eyes.

“Noona...” It sends another jolt of arousal throughout your already overheated body. He’s biting his plump bottom lip, sliding his hand up and down carelessly on to his erection that had grown considerably in the past fifteen minutes. Jungkook looks like the embodiment of desperation and it makes you rub yourself a little faster. Every time your fingers come in contact with your sensitised clit, you bite the urge to buck your hips brazenly. 

“Yeah, baby? You want to see?” You hold out your wet fingers to him and in a flash, you feel his warm mouth around your digits. He moans loudly like he’s been relieved after years of drought.

“M-More. Please, Noona. I’ll do anything please, please.” Now that didn’t take long. Chuckling at his agonised face, you throw your head back, enjoying the relief your own fingers brought.

But you were torturing yourself too at this point. You wanted to replace your small fingers with Jungkook’s bigger and more vascular hands. You remember the view of his body from the glorified hookup app. Knew what he was hiding under the baggy shirt. The sweet whimpers and ‘please’ sounds coming from him were a delicacy on their own. 

“Take my panties off then. With your mouth. Don’t use your hands... or else.” Your tone is stern enough to give you that satisfying flash going through his eyes. 

In seconds, he’s leaning forward on his hands and knees, eyes never leaving yours as he bites the cotton on your hips, dragging it down. The act itself is a little clumsy. In his haste, Jungkook is taking twice as long should he use his hands. But something about his complete compliance, his willingness to be accepted by you and his utter devotion to pleasing you is the ultimately your undoing. This may be a power trip but you were thoroughly getting ruined during it. 

At last, the cotton has reached your ankles. Quickly, you shrug off your dress as well, completely naked. He’s placed small kisses in greetings before he takes them off completely. Out of breath and out of his mind. The glazed look has taken a permanent vacation in his eyes and you were getting high on it. Jungkook was a communicator. If it wasn’t his mouth relaying the naughty words to you then his eyes were holding yours hostage, smouldering.

Bracing your hands behind yourself and never breaking away from his eyes, your ankles part. Jungkook’s eyes are automatically falling on the mess between your legs but he doesn’t dare move. Awaiting your instructions. Jerking your chin towards his general direction, you silently bring his attention back to his overly dressed self.

“Lose the pants.” His hands make fast work of his jeans. Falling back on to the ground to push them off. 

“Uh-uh. Keep them on.” His eyes widen at your command to keep the underwear on. You weren’t about to just let him have it.

Not yet.

“Noona...” The high pitched noise of protest only makes your nostrils flare. You wanted to live out your every dirty fantasy with him if he sounded this sweet with just watching. The desire was making your head spin and your palms sweat. 

“Yeah?” 

“Please... I’ll do anything.” His eyes twinkle in the dim light as he kneels infant of you. 

“I’ll eat you out for hours, let you sit on me face until I can’t breathe. Let you ride my tongue until you can’t cum anymore. Just please... fuck me.” The last two words leave him in such agony that for a second it truly sounds like he’s in pain. 

Which is ridiculous given the ted talk he just gave on the Perfect Words To Say to Ruin Y/N and Her Panties. You’re the one currently in pain from clenching your jaw so tight. Resolve like a skinny rubber band about to snap. Dirty talk was the chink in your armour. And by the way Jungkook’s face lit up and his words became a lot more sure and confident, you knew that he was weaponising his skill to control you fully. And you needed to put him in his place before you gave up your pride and rode him until you ran out of stamina or died from your body overheating. Whichever happened first. 

“Get up.” 

“Fuck yes-“ Jungkook’s blubbering about how you’re the hottest person he’s ever seen and that he knows he can blow your mind while you push him back on the bed and straddle his meaty thighs. When he begins to push down your panties, you push his hands off and rest them on his sides. 

“Keep them there or you won’t be coming. Understood?”

His curls bounce around his face as he nods, chest heaving when he looks at your hips move over the biggest bulge you’ve felt under you. You would’ve thought that he’d stuffed his underwear with socks if you couldn’t feel the burning heat his cock was pressing in to you, even through his boxers. Each roll of your hips pressed him to your every crevice like two puzzle pieces fitting in to complete the picture. 

“Oh fuck-... You feel so good noona. I-I’m going to cum if you keep going.” He’s resorted to use his hands at his sides to push him upwards, pressing himself with every gyrate of your hips downward on him.

“Yeah? you’re gunna cum from just this? Is noona making you feel really good?” 

Jungkook is lost in soaking up every sensation like a drunkard.  Gaze not leaving where your hips met. Furrowing his eyebrows in deep concentration as he thrust his hips up, rocking you off balance slightly. Your hands slide into his sweaty curls, pulling them hard enough to yank his beautiful face up and close to your own.

“Answer me what I ask you a question.” And he whines. Or moans.   Nevertheless it’s a lethal mixture of the two and you’re about to kiss him senseless.

“Yes. I-I feel really good. Noona is- oh fuck- g-gunna make me cum.”

“And are you going to?” He looks up at you nervously, trying to speaking amidst every roll of your flaming core onto his dick. It was getting harder and harder for you to speak as well. 

“N-No?” 

“Good. Because only good boys get to cum. Not needy sluts like you.” 

Now Jungkook whimpers like a wounded animal. Because you’ve upped the ante. Holding onto his shoulders while you grind down on his throbbing cock just the right angle so your clit is receiving the mind-numbingly pleasurable stimulation. You were going to cum any minute and it looked as if he was too.

“F-Fuck. I’m going to cum Jungkook. Your cock feels so good.”

“Noona please. Please s-stop. I-I’m going to cum-“

“That’s not my fucking problem. If you want me to fuck you then you better not. Understood?”

He looks utterly panicked. Torn between letting himself go to the unbelievable pleasure of this act alone and wanting to hold back and obey your every command. Jungkook’s lip is bitten red, chest heaving and eyes watering as he watches the erotic sight of your brazen bouncing on his lap. You’re putting on a show just to make it that much more difficult for him to hold back. But he somehow does. Watching your face contort with pleasure as your head is thrown back. Your moans are loud and lewd. Designed just to rile him up to the point of breaking.

“Oh god. I’m- I’m gunna cum baby.” With a shout, you’re riding out wave after wave of the liquid pleasure running through your veins like molten gold. 

It takes a solid minute for your eyes to focus on a singular object. Or a person. More specifically, an incredibly handsome,  glistening, starry eyed, muscular, put-micheal-angelo’s-david-to-shame, strikingly adorable man. Jungkook looked on the verge of losing his sanity. Yet, he didn’t stop watching you collect yourself, flicking the stray strands over your shoulder before you pressed your mouth to his.

You brought your mouth to his and kissed him hungrily. When your lips met, you heard him make a tiny sound. His body went rigid, and he wasn’t reciprocating. You think it might have been down to shock, though, because when your tongue slid past the seam of his lips, he opened them willingly and trembled against you.

Your fingers dug into his thighs, and he pulls you closer. You were on fire, felt like you were melting into him. Never before had a single kiss gotten you so worked up. She tasted like chocolate and strawberries. Jungkook rocked forward, and then you felt his tongue move expertly against yours. Of its own accord, a groan emanated from deep in your chest. When he brought his hands to your neck and massaged your throat, you whimper. He was hard as a rock and you finally wanted to reward him for holding out this long.

He’s chasing your lips when you break away, sliding his kisses down your neck as if breaking the contact will be fatal for him. “You did so good baby. Such a good boy.”

The praise seems to rejuvenate his body. Not that he needed to.  He was bursting at the seems with testosterone. The longer he went on without a release, the more unhinged Jungkook seemed. The incongruence of his raw masculinity with his alarmingly meek behaviour towards you was something you didn’t understand but it affected you the most. He surprised you with every move and you wanted nothing more than to own him completely. 

Jungkook makes a noise in his throat at the praise, sliding his hands down to caress the globes of your ass. “I’ve been a good boy. Now fuck me.”

His words are steady, deliberate and to the point. Scratch everything you said about Jungkook being meek. They send shudders down your spine where his hands reside. This was a man who looked on the verge of tearing something apart. And judging from the current situation, he was going to be tearing you apart. You’d let him, gladly. But being the cocktease you are- you push him even more.

“And if I don’t, little boy? Gunna beg?” A heartbeat later, you’re the one on the soft mattress and it’s Jungkook that’s hovering over you.

He shrugs nonchalantly. “Then I’ll fuck you noona.” 

You’re not too mad because you’re wetter than before and the change in his demeanour has you besides yourself with the need to feel him inside. Jungkook’s teeth are tugging on your hardened nipples. Circling them with his tongue before sucking the puffy buds tenderly. The pressure of his suction is so delicious that you might just cum from this. 

“God! Jungkook, b-baby please. Fuck your noona.” He grins around a nipple, hands sliding inside your soaked core.

“I don’t know. Maybe I should make you wait like you made me. Hm?”

“Don’t be a brat. I’ll stuff your mouth next time with a sock Jeon J- oh fuck!”

He’d slid down your body, his kissing every inch. Your stomach, your hip bones, your thighs.

“I’d rather it be your pussy.” He whispered, bringing his mouth to your wetness, and then licked.

“Ahhh,” you cried out, clutching a handful of his hair. Jungkook chuckled and went at you in earnest. You were so soft and silky beneath his tongue. He met your gaze from below and came up for air. Jungkook watched you for a second before dipping his wet mouth lower again. The noises of your arousal pornographic. He saw you fist the sheets in your hands, your hips rising up off the bed when he sucked your clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. He added some fingers to the equation, savoring the hot, tight feel of you.

“Please,” you murmured. “More.”

So he gave you more. He gave you everything. Before he knew it, you were touching your breasts, pinching your nipples as he devoured you, and you swear you could have come from the sight of Jungkook between your legs alone. he was simply glorious. Your voice was starting to get hoarse. Getting close to the edge before Jungkook ripped his mouth away.

“No! Jungkook, please.” You’re frustrated and angry and horny that he would do that. Even if you did the same thing to him. 

He was testing you once again but the raw need in his eyes told you that you were testing him too. 

“I’ll fuck you now noona. Nice and good. You want this cock right?” He’s holding his straining erection heavily, sliding down his boxers to discard them besides his bed.

You moan out your answer, opening your legs wide in invitation.

“Just fuck me before I change my mind.”

“Yeah?” His tone is mocking. His eyes twinkling with a cheeky grin on his face. You almost get up to kiss him because he looked so fucking adorable and hot and sexy at the same time.

Thankfully - or not? - he’s pulling you to the edge of the bed and in seconds, he has pulled you close to his chest. He circles the engorged head of him in your slit before pushing in to the hilt in one thrust. The sheer girth of him has you yelping, needing to adjust to the length of him as well. But Jungkook doesn’t allow you the courtesy of that.

His legs are spread in a powerful stance as his hands grip your legs from behind the knees. And then he’s thrusting. He’s fucking into you so deep, you can feel him in your throat. You must look like a fish at this very moment with your mouth opening and closing without any real sound. He feels hot and thick, like molten lava in your veins. you’re finally finding your voice when angles his hips slightly to the left - biting a spot that has you blinking up at the ceiling full of stars. 

“Jungkook! Oh god. Oh f-fuck. You’re so good baby. S-So good.”

“Yeah? You like how deep I am in your pussy? Answer me noona.” He’s quickening his pace, snapping his hips punishingly making you release a guttural scream.

“I love it. So much.” 

You watch the sweat drip off his forehead, the dimples in his cheek now very prominent as his tongue peeks out the corner of his mouth. He’s a sight you want to imprint on the back of your eyelids. You can see his lose his resolve, the creases in his forehead slowly deepening as the pleasure becomes too much for him. 

“God you feel so wet and tight n-noona. You look so hot when you cum. I w-wanna make you squirt.”

Your eyes bulge out of your head at his admissions. It seems like he’s lost all his filter, chasing the mind numbing pleasure he felt earlier. His words are bringing you even closer to the edge and your throat now begs for relief when you  let out another yell as he pushes you up the bed while still fully seated inside you.

“I’m gunna cum noona. I j-just need to... to- I don’t. I don’t wanna h-hurt you-“ His sweet face is contorted with worry, still thrusting steadily. You finally understand his point after a few seconds. Taking you twice as long to comprehend anything with the plethora of feelings your body was feeling right now. 

Cupping his face, you told yours upwards to place a small kiss on his wet lips. “It’s okay baby. You won’t break me. Just let go.”

Jungkook’s eyes are glassy and he stares in yours for a moment too long because your heart is doing summersaults, heading straight for your mouth. Too much emotion crammed into his big eyes and you just wanted to strangely hug him close to your chest. This day has been strange enough - so you do. You Pull Jungkook close to you. His face tucks itself in the crevice of your neck, whining and moaning. His breath tickles and sends shivers down your spine. And then he circles his hips against yours. 

From the hard and deep fucking, Jungkook circles his hips into yours. Slowly at first, his pelvis rubbing against your clit in just the right way before he speeds up. His hands find their way down your back again, pushing your hips up into his own, making your centres feel everything. You can feel him in every fold of your core and it’s all too much.

“Oh god.” Your hands scratching down his back, head tilted back, legs closing around his waist tightly.

“That’s it noona. Cum for me. Please, please. ‘Wanna feel you around my cock. ‘Wanna feel y-your cunt devour me. Cum.”

You scream so loud that you can hear a ringing in your ears. Vision flashing white as the indescribable pleasure starts in the pit of your stomach and coarse through your limbs all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes. It’s all consuming and breathtaking. Unexpected.

“I-I can’t hold it anymore. Can I-“ You’re unable to speak.

Still reeling from your orgasm, twitching from the sensitivity, but you nod anyway. You wanted Jungkook to let go inside of you. Wanted to give him the same pleasure he gave you. He was incredibly ethereal atop you. You wanted to see him come undone. And Jungkook was too far gone to think twice before hitching one of your legs up, the other arm grabbing the headboard as he thrust up inside you once again.

“Fuck, yes. God, you’re so good you’re so good. I could fuck you forever noona.” 

His eyes are watering, tucking his face back into your neck again before he pistons his hips against yours rhythmically. The only sounds in the room being the tacky noise of skin slapping against skin, the obscene squelch from the steady arousal leaking between you both. You’re so delirious from the mix of pleasure and the deliciously addicting pain. AT some point, you’ve stopped screaming and only whimpers leave past your lips, legs falling lax around Jungkook and hands fisting the sheets.

“Cum Jungkook. P-Please baby. Cum for n-noona.”

“‘gunna cum. Am I good noona? your good boy?”

“You’re the best Jungkookie. Cum for your noona.”

“Fuck! Y/n, f-fuck.” He’s shouting something you can’t properly hear because of the ringing in your ears from your own release.  Filling you with his hot release. The intense pressure that had been building between you has snapped the frail rubber band in your stomach again. And seems like Jungkook’s had too.

Moments pass, both of you trying to suck in air like it’s the last supply available. Then, Jungkook’s flushed face appears in front of yours with his signature cheeky smirk. He’s glowing.

“You squirted.”

“Shut up!” Your ears must be the shade of a tomato now as you swat his back for the comment. He lays besides you, cuddling up to your side with his leg laying on top of yours. Clinging to you like a koala and it’s too damn adorable. Damn it. 

“It was hot. You’re amazing.” Your heart flutters a little too violently at that and you have to suck in another breathe, pulling the sheets off of him and completely bundling them on you.

“Hey!”

“Hm? You’re going to finish that assessment.” You grin innocently at him and try your hardest to not start howling with laughter when you can see his face fall almost in slow motion.

“Are you serious?” You just sent him a kiss before settling in his bed for maybe a 12 hour nap. Just a tiny nap.

“Noona!”

“I’ll give you head when you’re done. Be a good boy.”

With the most adorable pout you’ve ever seen on a grown man, you watch Jungkook pull up his boxers, stomping away to his study desk.

“Wake me up when you’re done Jungkookie.” Your sweet tone does little to get the pout off his face but he does smile the whole time he’s typing. 

Of course, not that he let you see that

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