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[hyunjinniesgirl]

sitting on chan’s face, with his nose pressing on your clit. that’s the thought.

AND AN EXTREMELY VALID THOUGHT AT THAT!!!! losing it rn thinking ab pussy drunk chan lapping at your pussy, arms wrapped around your thighs so you have no choice but to grind yourself against his tongue <333 ugh one hand gripping his curls as he nods his head up and down against your pussy trying to lick up all your essence as his nose rubs against your clit <333

[userchai]

Happy Friday🙃

HAPPY HAPPY FRIDAY ❤️❤️❤️

[hinamie]

august

[kisses4kaia]

god college!luke makes my emotions go haywire 😡😩 i’d honestly start dating someone else to spite him

you know what anon. ima need you to claim an emoji bc ur thoughts are TOO GOOD (also thank u sm for 1.5k💋)

so we’ve discussed previously that luke castellan does not get jealous easily.

however.

he never thought you would go this far. sure, you had danced on other guys at parties to get a rise out of him, maybe flirted here and there in front of him, but never this.

getting into a relationship—a serious relationship—with his frat brother? that was a new low. so what if he’d purposefully lead other girls into gross bathrooms at bar outings so you would see? this was uncalled for. how dare you?

so naturally, at your new boyfriend’s birthday party, when you’re sitting on his lap, helping him unwrap your present of a jean-paul gaultier cologne he’d wanted, luke—in classic luke fashion—thought this would be his chance. your sorority sister, drunk off of her wits—bless her heart—came up to you and whispered some slurred imperative about how you needed to get to ‘the square’.

your eyebrows furrowed at her as her eyebrows raised, questioning the significance of ‘the square’ and why the man who prompted her to ask chose there. you said no words, excusing yourself after finding her a water and alka seltzer.

“you really couldn’t help yourself, huh?” are the first words you say to luke, button up shirt open and lying on his back on the false grass. “me? you’re one to talk, sweetheart,” you rolled your eyes at his use of the nickname, crossing your arms as you stand over him.

beneath the twilight, your exposed shoulder skin glistened like the moon, just a sliver of it visible in the northern night sky. luke had obviously had something to drink or smoke, or both, because he slurred his words as he patted the turf next to him. “sit down. c’mon, like the good ol’ days,”

‘the square’ was a small patch of land in the middle area between his frat’s and your sorority’s backyards. it was insignificant to most everybody else, but you and luke had claimed it as yours on drizzly nights like these, when the owl called and adolescence snored. it didn’t even hold sexual reminiscences, for each night you spent on the square was spent just talking. he would gloat about some things he did over the summer, interrogate you on your sex life, laugh at your offense and crack bad jokes. he was the worst person to spend valuable time with, but you returned every night, nonetheless.

“i’m surprised, castellan. been here a full sixty seconds and you haven’t tried to fuck me,” you remained standing over his lax body, crossing your arms over your chest. “do you want me to try to fuck you? because i’m down,” he looks up at you with that smile of his. that toothy, million dollar, smile that reassures whomever it is on the receiving end that everything is okay and there’s not a thing to worry about.

you snort, giving in and sitting down. luke pulls you into his lap before your butt can even hit the cool grass, eliciting a yelp from you. his lips press against your shoulder, strong, warm arms wrap around your waist and you can’t help but melt into the body beneath you. “luke,” your voice is meant to be a warning, supposed to remind him and yourself that you belong to another and this was not right, but he did nothing except for hold you tighter and smile against your skin.

“he doesn’t make you feel like i do.” he spoke the words out of your mind, the voice of truth you swallowed down with a knowing conscience that it would rise to the surface eventually. this wasn’t what you wanted. your single goal wasn’t to make luke jealous, it wasn’t even to show him what he was missing. you just wanted it to be different. you wanted somebody to take you seriously enough to call you theirs.

but anybody who did wasn’t him.

“luke,” this time, you weren’t trying to ward off anything. this time, you were welcoming him and all his invasive, rude, luke-like, traits and the pain you knew would come with letting him in once more. “i know, baby, i know.” he said no further words before flipping the pair of you over and letting your back onto the ground. you focused on none else other than the feeling of his lips finally landing on yours, the trace of his fingers across your denim skirt’s hem. “can i?” luke’s fingers dipped past the fabric, drawing swirls on your skin. “mhm, yeah,” your smile is audible and spreads to luke’s lips.

if there was one thing luke always did, it was worship you. this time was no different. his lips were everywhere, and when they weren’t pecking kisses all over you, he was breathing praises like you were a mortal saint against your skin. and when he entered you, he fucked you like he couldn’t believe he got the chance to feel you again. but he knew what the outcome of this would be; of course he did.

you didn’t know him as a particularly selfish lover, but the way he chased his high, rutting his hips against yours to the point of overwhelmed stuttering suggested that to be true.

and when it was all said and done and the past hung in the air like a wonder of the world, luke stood and looked down at you like you previously did him.

“break up with him.”

“why?”

“you know why.”

there was no denying that, so you did none else than nod.

“yeah. i do.”

[once-in-a-blood-moon]

do you think solomon would be able to survive a week of not being allowed to call mc adorable? no or no

NO. Big no, lol.

Although this does lead me to wonder why he'd need to stop calling MC his adorable apprentice for a week. Like does the rest of the cast make a bet with him to see if he's capable of going a week without the petname or does Purgatory Hall have an intervention about his excessive use of it?

--

"And then, listen to this! My adorable apprentice used the spell I taught them to whisk the demon away like it was nothing. You should've seen it," Solomon gushes while everyone around him seems to groan and roll their eyes.

"There he goes again with the "my adorable apprentice" thing," Asmo sighs.

Mammon pipes up next. "Yeah! And it's gettin' pretty damn annoyin' too!"

"They're not just your apprentice, Solomon," Satan scolds.

Solomon can't help but chuckle at the stink everyone seems to be making. "What, I can't be thrilled by how MC is exceeding under my supervision?"

"No, you can," Simeon starts, "it's just...you refer to them as your "adorable apprentice" a lot."

"A lot, a lot." Luke adds.

Solomon sits there in silence, soaking up what his roommates are saying. He hadn't realized how often he called MC that, though now that he thinks about it, he can't deny it. When he speaks about them he can't help but be proud.

Belphie then brings up a point mid-yawn. "I bet he couldn't go a week without saying it."

"I second that bet!" Mammon interjects with dollar signs reflected in his eyes.

Lucifer sighs next to him not wanting to entertain this more then he should, but he had to admit that this was probably a bet Mammon could win. "I have to agree with Mammon. You do say it an annoyingly often."

"Ah, so we're betting on this, are we?" Solomon grins, not passing up the opportunity to prove himself while having a little fun. "Fine. I bet that I can go a week without calling MC my "adorable apprentice"." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the Devildom equivalent of twenty dollars and throws it on the table.

"You're on!" Mammon exclaims.

"I believe in you, Solomon!" Luke cheers.

Everyone else follows suit, pooling their money in the middle while declaring their bets. Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, Belphie, and Barbatos all betting he'll lose. Leviathan, Asmo, Beel, Diavolo, Simeon, Luke, and himself betting he'll win.

And so the games begin.

Through the week, he does find it difficult to hold back from using the petname. There are several instances when talking about them almost slips him up, though he's always able to catch himself before saying it. It was a term so used to sitting on the tip of his tongue that it was hard to let go. Everyone goes around to check in with each other and him to make sure he hadn't lost the bet yet. All of them stay surprised at his determination to get through the week, but remain skeptical in his ability to actually see the week through. MC, while oblivious to the bet, has even caught on to the absence of Solomon's petname praise.

It's Thursday during their after school lesson with him when it happens. He'd been quizzing them on the different types of magic and they had correctly named each one. They were even able to identify their own and his without extra prompting. Solomon was so caught up in his pride and love for them that he said it without thinking.

"Fantastic! Just what I'd expect from my adorable appren-" he trails off, his eyes widening as his heart sinks.

He just lost the bet.

MC stares at him, worried as to why he cut himself off like that. "Um...are you okay?"

Solomon stands there silently in defeat before replying solemnly, "I need to go make some phone calls..."

--

"Solomon! Just the sorcerer we wanted to see." Simeon greets once Solomon enters the common room after receiving a text from the group chat calling for an emergency meeting.

Solomon glances around to see Simeon, Luke, and Raphael dotting the room in the sofa and chairs. The odd thing is that they all seem relatively calm. Simeon pats the cushion next to him on the couch with a smile, and Solomon immediately obliges and sits down.

"So, what's the emergency?" he asks.

"Oh, this isn't an emergency," Luke says while swinging his legs. Simeon finishes for him, "it's an intervention."

A brow cocks on Solomon's forehead. "An intervention? Is this about me spending too much time in my room again?"

Simeon chuckles. "No. Although we may need to talk about that sometime soon."

"It's about MC." Raphael says, cutting to the chase.

"MC? Are they alright?" Solomon glances quickly between his friends as worry gnaws at his heart.

"MC's fine! It's about you and your obsession with calling them your "adorable apprentice"." Luke explains.

Solomon pauses, almost tempted to laugh at such an asinine reason to call for an intervention. But he sees the seriousness in everyone's eyes and realizes this is actually happening. "Is this a joke or..."

Raphael shakes his head. "I'm afraid not. You use the term so much that we thought maybe it was time to talk to you about it."

"I don't use it that often," Solomon says, slightly offended by the notion. "I praise them accordingly."

"And accordingly would be...all the time?" Simeon asks with a knowing grin.

"Well, I..."

Simeon got him. Okay, so maybe he had a problem, but it's not like it's a big deal. "Why wouldn't I want to praise them for their hard work as my student? I'm sure you all would do the same."

"Maybe so," starts Raphael, "but there's a difference between being proud and being obsessed."

"Yeah, we're just concerned about you, Solomon," Luke adds.

He sees the worry in the little angel's face and sighs, having no choice but to endure this "talk."

"This is barbaric. A man can't even gush over his apprentice anymore..."

The whole of Purgatory Hall laughs at Solomon's pouty joke before continuing with their intervention.

"They say it takes a month to break a bad habit. From this point forward, when you're speaking about them just assume everyone knows MC is your adorable apprentice," Simeon suggests. "You can praise when praise is due, but you don't need to overdo it."

"Fine, I'll give it a try." Solomon mutters, not happy with the compromise. Deep down he knows he'll be lucky if he lasts a week.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

(loosely) that scene from potc... its so Them i think...

[buwheal]

Mr. Spamton, have you ever tried sewing before? The patterns some people draft up are bamboozling to the mind, for sure...

-Silly woman who tried, but only managed to stitch together lopsided "pillows" from t-shirts and stuff them with cotton balls

[sleepgarden]

“Femme” handmade choker A princess gone mad with yearning while waiting for her knight; her garden of violets and lavender overgrown.

Custom commissioned piece! Thank you so much <3

[inkykeiji]

vampire nii-chan being a lil too excited about his new…….human step-sister😈

now that is a thought, anon!! the first thing that popped into my mind was him sneaking into ur bedroom with the intention of having a little midnight snack—just a couple of swallows, a shallow bite, nothing that’ll scar, he swears—only to be overtaken by a completely different hunger the moment he sees you sleeping so peacefully in a cute little tank top and a pair of lace-trimmed panties, nipples jutting through thin cotton, contours of your cunt starkly outlined by the worn silk clinging to your folds.

it’s a ravenous sort of desperation, desire, that roils in the pit of his stomach, dark and sticky and burning hot. it seeps into his useless veins and fills them with fire, a blaze that can only be satisfied by your body, hotter and more intense than any bloodlust he’s ever felt. it’s primality in the purest form, his feet moving on instinct, soundlessly crossing hardwood until his thighs hit the edge of your mattress.

sliding into your bed with all the sly gracefulness of a snake, he stays undetected as his thigh wedges itself between your own, undetected as a taloned finger slices through lace and silk to expose your hole, undetected until he’s shoving his cock into your unprepared cunt, tearing delicate flesh with the violent intrusion, the stingingly sweet stench of blood nipping at his nose, and oh, that’s just fucking delicious, thick saliva pooling beneath his tongue. four sharp fangs sink into your skin, mouth latching over your shoulder, and you wake with a sharp gasp, murdered by the palm suddenly sealed over your lips.

be quiet, he murmurs into the wound, the words slippery and muffled against your flesh, soaked in blood. we don’t want to wake mommy and daddy, now, do we?

[smokbeast]

What’s are all of Kil’s cats names?

Such odd lil guys he’s got there

[mustasekittens]

congratulations christopher!

self indulgent near-future in which when christopher graduates high school buck n eddie take hiim to hawaii to celebrate and they all have a nice vacation over here. friend n i were brainrotting it a bit and we decided buck definitely hyperfixated on hawaii and stuff (history, nature, geography, mythology, etc)

[hyunjinniesgirl]

hiya! i was wondering how you think seungmin would react to you being a brat on purpose? i.e: ignoring him when he’s talking to you, pushing him away, saying borderline rude things, etc

hi nonnie, i am so sorry for getting to this so late! i hope u don't mind im going to do this kinda headcanon style!! brat tamer kim seungmin is my fav hehe

first things first. . .seungmin definitely has a “three strikes, you’re out” rule if you’re being bratty around him. even though he finds putting you back in your place extremely hot, he cannot stand bratty behavior, especially because you tend to act up in front of other members when you know he can’t scold you. 

let’s say strike one was first thing in the morning when he walked into the kitchen to find you and minho chatting over morning coffee. when he finally sits down next to you with his iced americano he tugs the leg of your chair closer to him and tries to give you a good morning kiss but you just shrug him off, continuing your conversation with minho. 

then strike two was when he asked you if you could fluff the pillows and fix your shared bed, but you pulled a pre-debut han jisung instead, insisting that if it’s such a big deal to him he should be the one to do it. 

by the way seungmin lets out deep sighs and scratches the back of his neck while silently tugging at the corners of your comforter, you know you’ve nearly pushed him to the edge. 

the final straw was when the two of you were meant to watch a movie with lix and jeongin. seungmin was visibly irritated because of your attitude. and you knew just the words to make him snap. 

“what’s with the attitude, min?” 

without a word, seungmin stands up and walks out of the common area, felix and jeongin watching him go with a puzzled expression. 

“are you done—“ “are you?” “i don’t know what you’re talking about. . .”

seungmo would scoff at your facade, towering over you and grabbing a fist full of your hair from the scalp so that you’re forced to look up at him. 

you look up at him batting your eyelashes, flashing him an innocent smile. “i’m done now.” 

[userchai]

Hiii do you have a masterlist and taglist please :3

I do! I can add you to the taglist and I’ll tag you on my master list ❤️

[fisheito]

My favourite fantasy lately is Kuya kidnapping Eiden and bringing him to a house in the woods to punish him for endangering himself during some adventure. Kuya keeps Eiden in bondage and constantly on edge, teasing and denying him. And Eiden just takes it without asking to be let out, allowing Kuya to vent his fear and frustration, because he's nice like that.

But, at some point, even the strongest little soldiers break, and just when Eiden is about to shatter from all the stress and Kuya's oppressive anxiety, Quincy comes for the rescue. He's the only one who managed to find that little wooden shack in the middle of nowhere (you know, because Kuya's allowed him to), and he comes in and persuades Kuya to relent.

Kuya hasn't even given Eiden any dick in all the (three? four?) days they've been at it, so serious he was about the discipline aspect!

Eiden cries when Kuya finally fucks him, and Quincy makes him spill

this just reminds me of Billowing Wildfire Kuya R2 where eiden saID sO HImself

i would not be surprised if kuya went full speed into an evil edging hostage situation because he doesn't know how to process eiden's mortality

[hindulivesmatter]

Your bio says proud Indian but then why only hindu lives matter?? There are so many other religions living in India as well. You seriously should be in school right now instead of being toxic on tumblr.

Reading comprehension fails people yet again. Sad.

I am a proud Indian, yes. My bio says ॐ and proud. That being said, this blog is exclusively to discuss Hinduphobia and violence against Hindus. Does that make you uncomfortable?

Why do you have such a big issue if I take a space and make it solely to discuss issues affecting Hindus? Why are you coming to MY blog and getting upset that I'm only talking about Hindus? If it's affecting you that much, start your own blog, by all means. Record the violence against all communities in India, you have my full support. Go on, do it.

Also, I'm so offended that you think I can't do both, being in school and toxic on Tumblr. I'm a very capable woman, I can multitask <3

You keep crying, I'll keep being toxic on Tumblr. Mwah.

[teacolouredink]

And last but most definitely not least, DEEP CUT!! 💙❤️💛 This mini challenge I set for myself has been an absolute BLAST!! I haven't drawn every day back to back like this in a very long time :')) I wanted to make one final piece with all 7 of the idols but I think what I need more is a tiny break and some sleep lol