#moon’s mail

[moonhoures]

his cute little habit of touching his ears he’s so cute i will eat him!!! [https://twitter.com/wwsocute717/status/1695312528065335675?s=46&t=7K5GlOWER2OJ1YwGhr2e2g] replayed it too many times and now i suddenly want him to shove those fingers up in me

also no one asked but i have like a fav pair of glasses on him and it’s these chrome hearts glasses he’s wearing in this clip and to prove i have a point and i’m not insane (i am) here are some clips to justify that all his viral/famous clips of him looking good is always him w these glasses like smtg abt those glasses just make him so much more attractive this could be a hot take but hey give me a chance! [https://twitter.com/mi_woo17/status/1619389293243543552?s=46&t=7K5GlOWER2OJ1YwGhr2e2g] [https://twitter.com/wwlake/status/1608043837980815364?s=46&t=7K5GlOWER2OJ1YwGhr2e2g] [https://twitter.com/wonwooszone/status/1550108565381083137?s=46&t=7K5GlOWER2OJ1YwGhr2e2g] [https://twitter.com/munchasako/status/1653800679197265920?s=46&t=7K5GlOWER2OJ1YwGhr2e2g]

am i crazy? yes maybe but i made a good point didnt i, no? do u see my vision??? no? just me?? sometimes i wish there was a fic about ww and like idk keeping his glasses on during sex centred around these exact pair bc i do not have the ability to write smtg like that for myself and i always have this idea for like soft loving but slightly cocky ww finding out u have a fixation on this exact pair of glasses cuz you don’t say anything when he takes of his old other pairs but when he bought this new pair you’re suddenly asking him to keep it on brushing it off like ohh so u can see better but he’s like i see fine like this and wtf i always take them off tho but you feel to much shame to admit you get turned on seeing him in this pair but he figures it out anyways so he gets cocky and u just want to sink into the ground but despite being all mischievous he adores you for this weird little fixation hahahahah touching grass is not gonna do it for me anymore i need him inside me i keep re reading 9:03 it’s so good

as usual hope you’re having a good day and may you have a good rest of the week <3

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puhlease i’m going to cry over him it’s so bad 😩 his lil ear touching ☹️ i wanna hug him so bad i’m going to lose my mind!!!

and don’t even worry bestie i completely understand bc i feel the exact same way, except i feel that way about these glasses! like the circle glasses just hit different, and they make me go absolutely feral for him 😵‍💫

like hello???!?!1!1?11!!1 are we seeing this?? i also like these dark framed glasses that he wears too! wonu w glasses is absolutely my fav wonu i’ve decided ☝🏻

and bestie you’re going to drive me nuts bc now i literally want to drop everything to write something like that?!1!1!1!1!1! i desperately need smut w glasses!wonwoo or i will collapse 😭 i fear touching grass isn’t an option for us anymore 💔 we’re too far gone 😔💔💔💔💔

[smokbeast]

Your moon is so cute. :3

Very demure, very mindful, very cutesy.

Thank you!

[wyervan]

👁️ 👁️ hey. I love your creepy moon

hey. i think he likes you too.

[lnfours]

Hi!!!

“Are you wearing my sweater?” Prompt 🥹 NEED this kind of fluff in my life. Like Lando stops by readers house to see her and she answers the door wearing his hoodie 😭ugh I can’t it’s making me MELT

anon, i don't think you understand when i say that i'm obsessed with this!!

jordan's birthday sleepover!

ever since you lando had started dating, you made it a routine that every thursday night was date night. even when he was in a different country, the two of you managed to watch a movie together while on facetime.

tonight was like every other thursday night, it was date night. your living room was set up, drinks and the snacks you had picked up at the grocery store sitting on the coffee table with a candle lit in the middle.

a knock on the door made you smile, running over to open the door. when you did, you were met with floppy brown curls and gorgeous eyes, a takeout bag in his hand as he smiled at you.

"hi," his smile was so contagious, making you smile back so wide you were sure your cheeks were going to hurt if you kept smiling.

"hi," you said, stepping aside to let him inside. he placed a kiss on your lips as he entered, the hand that wasn't holding the bag of food resting on your hip.

"are you wearing my sweater?"

you looked down, the black material wrapped around your frame. it was a tad too big, the hem of the hoodie falling at your mid-thigh and almost passing the hem of your shorts. a mclaren logo sat on the upper right side of your chest.

you shrugged, smiling as you looked back up at him, "huh, i guess so,"

"i was wondering where that went," he said, the both of you moving from the entry way and into the living room, "as long as it's in good hands that's all i care about."

"well, you're the one who left it here. what else was i supposed to do with it?" you teased.

he shook his head, laughing softly before continuing, "you look good in my clothes."

"you think?"

he nodded, "defintely. maybe next time you're over you could raid my closet."

it was true, seeing you in his clothes did something for him. made him feel a whole new level of love for you that he didn't think was possible. and if it meant you stealing every single hoodie and every single t-shirt, then so be it.

[puppyeared]

littlest furth shop

@laikascomet

[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.

[moonbakeries]

Moon i wokeup with my dream life today i can't believe omg!!

All i did was go to bed feeling how i going wakeup with my dream life tomorrow and felt so natural and relaxed i also affirm that i have my dream life and i felt asleep.I'm so grateful you and other bloggers helped me alot tysm ily.

THINGS I MANIFESTED

Being a nepo baby

Having my desired frnds

Loving family

Being an influencer

Being the It girl in my country

And more, i can't belive it thankyou so much love🫶🏻🥹

I cant tell you how happy I am for you. Congratulations!!!

you did all of this, we did nothing it was all you

have fun living the life of your dreams, you deserve it!!!

[digitalfossils]

Lotus Express (1987)

[seeminglydark]

Monster Boyfriend trying to teach you his language.

[xia0ming56]

Poor financial choices were made (it was $4)

[moonhoures]

baby was so good!! simp!jake was so so so cute i love my men whipped

thank you for reading it! i wholeheartedly believe in (& enjoy) simp!jake which makes writing him way more fun!! and who doesn’t love a whipped man tbh 🤭

[smokbeast]

;3; to moondrop, I like your cape

Jingles his bells and runs away

He likes you too :D

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

Lately i started putting out offerings of food and water each night for my spirit friends/ancestors. This one i prepared on Saint's bday with stuff i know they love such as lacroix, clementines and hot cheetos.

[lnfours]

i could imagine how soft lando is after a fight and maybe you could write something about lando and reader had a lowkey big fight, and lando decided to join her to the shower (GWSJZHHAHZ) and apologize under the shower before finally creating a steamy scene with the reader

ooooh my god. oh my god.

smut (18+ please!)

send in your lando thoughts

the argument was something stupid. a result of exhaustion and frustration on his end. he hasn’t meant to upset you, or yell at you for that matter, but he had. and he felt guilty when you turned on your heels, walking away and leaving him in the kitchen.

you two hadn’t seen much of each other the past week and a half. between his traveling, his training schedule and your own calendar, it felt like you were always just missing each other. it felt like you didn’t get to spend so much time with the other recently, which was a big deal to you beings he’s hardly home to begin with.

you knew he hadn’t really meant to go off, maybe you had caught him at the wrong time. you knew he was tired, wanting nothing more than a simple break. but you couldn’t help it. you missed your boyfriend. plain and simple.

he walked into the bedroom, hoping to find you, but instead heard the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. he cracked open the door, stripping off his shirt.

“lando?”

“hmm?”

“what’re you doing?” you asked, but you knew what he was doing. he wasn’t being very subtle about it.

the shower door opened and he step foot inside with you, curls sticking to his forehead as the water fell onto the two of you, “joining you, is that alright?”

you nodded, letting his hands find your hips.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbled, letting your back hit his chest, lips brushing against the skin of your shoulder, “for yelling and getting short with you. i shouldn’t have yelled.”

you hummed softly, “‘s okay,”

“let me make it up to you.”

his words lost into the skin of your neck and the sound of the shower water pouring down around you. his hands rested on your tummy, holding you against him as you felt his teeth gently nibble at the skin where your neck meets your collarbone.

“how do you plan on making it up to me?”

his hands moved down, fingers dipping between your folds as he teased you. you gasped, head falling back against his shoulder as he smiled down at you, “‘ve got a few ideas.”

“lando,” his name on your tongue sounded heavenly to him.

“yeah, baby,” he said, “tell me what you want. i’m yours.”

you moaned, his teeth gently pulling at your earlobe.

“fuck,” you swallowed, grasping at his forearm. wet from the warm water and his muscles and veins peeking through his perfectly tan skin, “i need you. please,”

he was quick to move his hands to your hips, the two of you finding yourselves situated with your hands on the glass, his one hand on your hip as the other teased himself up and down your slit.

“this what you want, pretty girl? want me to fuck you up against this shower wall?”

“please,” you said. and he would’ve been lying if he said he could deny you like this. spread out and vulnerable, waiting for him to take care of the aching between your thighs that was simply his fault.

“c’mere,” he mumbled, hand wrapping around the base of your throat to pull your head back, your mouth opening in a gasp as he pushed in. no matter how many times he’d have you like this, the stretch and feeling of tightening around him was never not delicious.

“fuck,” he mumbled, slowly moving his hips once you had fully adjusted, “missed you.”

“i missed you too.” you managed to choke out. his hand was still around your throat and as he picked up his movements, the pressure against the points in your neck became greater and greater. your eyes rolled back as he moaned into your ear.

“i love you,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the skin below your ear, “so much.”

“i love you too,” you could barely speak, too drunk off of the way his dick was slamming in and out of you. how good it felt to let him have his way with you.

“so good for me,” his free hand traveled, finding your clit with ease as he began running tight circles against it, “come for me, baby. you deserve it.”

you moaned his name, making him pick up the pace just a little more as his hips met yours in a consistent pace. the pace that drove you crazy.

soon the coil in your lower belly was threatening to snap, “‘m so close, lan.”

“me too, baby,” he said, “gonna come for me? come all over my dick, hmm?”

nothing could compete with his dirty talk and he knew it. watching the way your body convulsed against him, your moans and the way you tightened around him sending him over the edge.

he came with you, moaning into your ear as you tried catching your breath. chest rising and falling as he pulled you back from the shower wall. he carefully slipped out of you, letting you turn around before he placed a kiss on your lips.

between kisses he mumbled against your lips, “how about we get cleaned up and take this to the bed, hm?”

you nodded, hands finding his curls, “please.”

[postcard-from-the-past]

Pyramid of the Moon in Teotihuacan, Mexico

Mexican vintage postcard, mailed to Paris

[once-in-a-blood-moon]

solomon is of course very proud of mc's improvement with magic but that eventually means one day they'll be stronger than him and he can no longer use his own magic to mess with them.

solomon: oh no mc!! :((( looks like we're trapped! and the spell says the only way out is through a ton of kisses shared by two people trapped ins-

mc: *uses their own magic to brute force their way through* i did it :D

solomon:

solomon: you did it :'D

Ooh, love this!! Poor Solly :( Okay so, what if MC catches onto Solomon's schemes and either a. messes with him instead, or b. sets situations up in his favor?

Solomon: Whoops, my spell backfired and now we're trapped inside this box! Together!! How will we ever get out of this one?

MC: ...

Solomon: *snaps his fingers* I remember reading that to break the spell, you need to kiss your one true love... and since we're the only ones in here~

MC: Then I guess that means we're stuck in here forever, since Lucifer isn't in here for me to kiss...

Solomon: D:

MC: *laughing* Kidding! Don't worry, I got this. *uses their magic to destroy the box without even breaking a sweat*

MC: *gives Solomon a little kiss after they're done* You're such a good sport.

Solomon: *grumbling with a blush* I'm really not...

----

Solomon: *sighing dejectedly that none of his schemes work on them anymore*

MC: *quietly casts a spell on him without him noticing so that there's a little dot of light on his face* Oh no, Sol! You have something on your face! Don't worry, a simple kiss should do the trick!

Solomon: Wha- Ah!!

Solomon: *gets attacked with kisses as each time they plant a kiss where the light had been, it moves around to different spots on his face like a cat laser toy*

Solomon: *in between giggles* You're too much, my adorable apprentice.

MC: *in between kisses* Learned from the best, my magnificent master.

Solomon: *caught off guard, blushing* Magnificent? :'D