#new year same shit sleep schedule it seems 😭

[fell-e]

It fucking currynoodover for us

the idea of being soulmates~

[ part 2 EVENTUALLY.... ]

[lipglossanon]

alright i’ve been stockpiling thoughts and you ignited something in me with the priest fic inspired by type o negative stay out of my dreams and 12 black rainbows,,,, priest leon x plagas/demon/succubus/vampire reader, like character idea i had has standard succubus vibes, horns, tail, wings, claws, sharp teeth the works okay, he’s done with sunday service and shouldn’t have anything else that week unless needed. he goes to sleep and his nightmares are the same they have been for months now, some woman in the woods beckoning him, making him feel like there’s bugs all over him, calling his name randomly in the chapel, getting stuck at the bottom of a ravine because he ignored her etc. so it’s saturday now and he’s sleep deprived, but he gets a good nights rest for sunday when the woman from his nightmares shows up, a completely new face but no one seems to notice her except him. he finishes mass and everyone leaves but he asks you to come to his office so you follow close behind before making your way into his room remarking about the decor and how bland it is before you hear the door click and he’s right up against you, behind you, hand on your waist the other holding a knife (dipped in holy water because duh) to your throat making you wince while he asks you who you are, while you laugh trying rub yourself against him to no avail while you say you met him in spain all those years ago and wanted to see him again, fulfill the prophecy or some shit. the back and forth escalated to the basement where he locked you before digging through old files to see what could be used to stop you, he finally corrals you into a corner of the basement while interrogating you to no avail. he eventually gives up and makes his way back upstairs when he hears a loud noise from the basement, he goes to investigate but catches you walking up the stairs 🫣

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(idk what to put here but that’s all the plot i got before smut so like here ya go, eventually you make a deal and he lets your roam the woods around the chapel as a form of security and you come in during the day to nap because you’re nocturnal and eventually he gets on your schedule, months go by and his old symptoms return, one morning you come in to sleep and he’s already in the basement passed out, paying no heed you crawl into your respective mat on the floor and curl up for day. when you awake that night you’re in leon’s bed, legs apart and covered in bites and bruises when he comes in and says he didn’t do anything invasive while offering you a cup of blood, smelling it it was from an animal something he never let you bring into the chapel but he was different, the same as you. intrigued you chugged the blood hungry from your nap while he takes the cup and sets it on the the table before spreading your legs with clawed hands smelling you while he moans watching the black veins get darker, tentacles come up around you your body holding you in place, your body singing to his that you’re each other’s making you both lash out at each other in some sort of archaic way resulting in days of sex and the most obscene ways of worshipping each other, the chapel closed shortly after turning into your own little sanctuary just the two of you. if i got detailed with the smut you’d be here for hours reading this and this was supposed to be the original plagas leon ask i sent i just split it up and spent all this time shortening it 🫣😳)

Have my fave pic of Peter (and also what I used as inspo for priest Leon 🤭 )

💀 anon 😮‍💨 😮‍💨

This is a new masterpiece 👏 👏 👏

I love the dark turn at the end where your both infected and the chapel is now like some haunted decrepit building the locals are too terrified to speak about cause demons now inhabit the place 😵‍💫

I love your brain 😭 💜 💜 thank you for the delicious meal as always 🙏

[celestie0]

hiiii ellie 👋🏻

just wanna take a moment to let you know how much your writing means to me :') i'm kinda shy about doing this but fuck it, imma do it so here goes nothing lol.

for starters, i'm relatively new to this platform. i was pulled in of course by none other than satoru x reader smut... but what REALLY dialed me in was your stories.

it started with ihm, i love how you write gojo and i live for the bantering 🤭 the characters feel so real and fleshed out, you impressed me right off the bat.

so after that, i found kickoff and girl, i literally BINGE READ the entire series, staying up until like 3 am LOL. i remember laying on my couch, going through all the emotions. kicking my feet, laughing, feeling pain from the angst 😭 looked at the clock and was like oh shit, tomorrow is gonna suck but WORTH IT 🫠

and the thing is... while yes, the smut was amazing (guuuurl especially when i'm ovulating, you have fed us good 😩🤚🏻), it wasn't the main thing driving me to your stories. what really hooked me in was the way you write and how you are able to bring so much emotion to these characters. also, you are reeeeeally good at building up their relationships 😮‍💨

i've said this before but i just want to reiterate that you are the person that encouraged me to start writing on this platform. you seem like overall just a really freaking chill person too, i've always loved your vibes (also we're west coast twins i'm in socal 🫶🏻)

anyways, after starting to write i see how much hard work and effort goes into having this hobby. it really disheartens me to hear about the crap some people say, those people are really selfish and inconsiderate.

you have NO obligation to do this yet here you are, sharing your passion with us, and we are blessed for it 😇

anyways, this kind of became a side tangent... but i guess i just want you to know that the people that are sending rude shit to you and nici are on my list 😤

you are a queen, i hope you are enjoying your trip, and staying healthy. sending you lots of love 💛

hi my love omg i’m so sorry it took me so long to respond to this ask i wanted to have some proper time to respond but i read it when you sent it n it made my whole day seriously!! 🥺💕 you are so so kind

HAHAH i’m so glad you had fun binging kickoff!! that’s a lot to read in one sitting xD hope it didn’t ruin your sleep schedule TOO much skdhfksdjh

thank u sm for your kind words about my writing :”’’’) i spend a manic amt of time daydreaming about my stories n wondering ab my characters n i think i try to value character development n personalities the most so to hear that you are really feeling the emotion to my stories and characters means the world to me fr, and for you to appreciate it like aaaaaa i swear it’s what keeps me going n writing n i want to thank you for help keeping my passion alive <3 ALSO SO GLAD TO HEAR THAT ABOUT THE BUILDING RELATIONSHIPS THING BCI WORRY AB THAT A LOT SO ITS REALLY REASSURING HAHA

yaaaay fellow writer <3 i think it’s so cool how writers kinda domino off one another n we blossom into writers of our own it’s truly amazing feeling to know i inspired someone to write as well!! AND OMG SAME I AM ALSO IN SOCAL!! AAA

ugh yeah. i feel like you don’t really know how difficult it is to write until you start doing it yourself haha. i have gained SUCH large respect for my fave fanfic writers over the past year that i’ve been writing because i realize the dedication it takes, esp something done for free. i do wish some people were nicer, but alas that’s the reality i suppose. AW THANKS FOR LOOKING OUT FOR US <33

you are just SUCH an angel and i can feel the immaculate vibes from you through the screen. ty again sm for this message my love omg :’’) i really needed it. sending you SO much love as well <333

[suga-kookiemonster]

let it snow | teaser

summary⇢ it all started by accident, but it continues by choice—even before you began sleeping together, things with your friend taehyung have always been comfortable and easy. simple, and this new arrangement between you is certainly no exception to that rule. well...that's definitely what you thought before a major snowstorm traps the two of you in his apartment over the holidays. now? now, it is quickly becoming apparent that things are a bit more complicated than you realized. pairing⇢ taehyung/reader estimated word count⇢ ~16-17k  rating⇢ 18+ genre⇢ smut | fwb!au | snowed in!au teaser⇢ 2.3k

this excerpt is unedited, so it’s liable to change! i’m gonna try really hard to post on december 21st at 6pm CST, but i’ll keep you all updated lmao you know a bitch always writes too much 😭

“Didn’t you wear that sweater last year?” Seokjin asks, though he already knows the answer. Really, the only reason he’s asking you is to give himself room to segue into the topic of your perceived lack of holiday cheer.

“And I’m gonna wear it next year, too,” you reply cheerfully, forever unbothered by the judgmental scrunch of his nose. You gesture down the length of your chest, where a woven Christmas tree with real flashing Christmas lights proudly sits beneath the words Get Lit.  “This fucker cost sixty-nine ninety-five and I plan on getting my money’s worth.”

“How do you think you’re ever going to win our annual ugly sweater contest if you just keep recycling the same one?” your friend points out as he puts his final touches on a rather beautiful charcuterie board. As the member of your friend group who thrives off of playing the gracious host, he would usually also be dumping cheap vodka down someone’s throat. But due to your various schedules, your friend group has been forced to have your annual get-together a bit too late for those kind of shenanigans this year. Road trips and train rides and being squished on airplanes can already be a bit of a headache, but adding navigating the holiday rush with a raging hangover? Yeah…everyone is smartly playing it safe tonight. So wine and cheese it is—though that doesn’t bother you one bit. If it were socially acceptable and wouldn’t give you scurvy, you would live off that shit.

Seokjin’s own sweater this year is delightfully horrendous, a printed on mockery of a suit and bowtie. The visually-jarring combination of olive green and a murky red—all against a repulsive santa hat print—makes him a solid contender for this year’s winner.

Still, that makes you no less satisfied with your own choice of attire. “You really think I’m gonna buy a new one every year when I only wear them once?” you ask incredulously, successfully swiping a grape before he can swat your hand away. “Hey, at least I bothered to change the batteries in this thing! That’s a lot of effort for a fucking sweater.”

“You’re no fun,” he pouts, lifting the tray to take to the others.

You easily trail after him into the living room, sipping on the mulled wine he had poured for you before you had even slipped your shoes off. God, you loved when Seokjin hosted parties. “You weren’t saying that that time I drank Yoongi under the table.”

“That’s not hard to do. Yoongi has two good drinks and goes to bed.”

“Two drinks of hard liquor, so that’s irrelevant! I still drank more. And you’re conveniently forgetting that it was was some sort of fancy scotch and it was icky, so I should be awarded bonus fun points.”

Yoongi himself, casually splayed across the sofa, looks up at the sound his name, but remains entirely nonplussed. His sweater has a big picture of that one internet cat making a face at vegetables that is always getting yelled at in memes by one of those rich white reality tv housewives. The hilarity of it almost makes you regret your choice not to get a new sweater this year. Almost. “You may have drank more,” he drawls, “but I seem to recall you being the one under the table at the end of the night.”

You internally wince at the memory—or, to be more accurate, the lack of—as you promptly make yourself comfortable between him and Taehyung, who is snickering at you. Tae had been the one to pull you from under said table, to take you home. “My point still stands.”

“That’s because you were pretty wasted before the scotch,” Jimin pipes up.

“Most people with common sense have to be wasted to drink scotch,” you quip, grinning pointedly at Yoongi. As expected, he doesn’t take the bait—simply gives you a flat stare and takes a sip from his own wineglass. It takes a lot to rile up your dark-haired friend, and so you often amuse yourself by teasing him to see if you can.

Jimin laughs. He’s curled up in an opposite armchair, his girlfriend Nia seated comfortably on his lap. Normally, you would find this blatant sort of PDA annoying, but these two are adorable, so you let it slide, simply happy that your friend has found someone who makes him happy. Nia has been a bizarrely seamless addition to your little group—enough so that Jimin felt comfortable including her in your holiday tradition of exchanging gifts. So unless they start to get handsy, you refuse to make a big deal out of it and be as big of a Scrooge as Seokjin claims you are.

You feel Taehyung shift, and when you turn, he is already looking at you, amusement dancing across his features. “Nice sweater,” he says.

“Thanks. I put a lot of thought into it.” You bite the inside of your lip to dampen your own smile. “Yours is pretty snazzy yourself.”

The sweater in question is printed with a complicated Where’s Waldo illustration, and you can’t help but run a finger across the material of his arm in search of the elusive striped character.

“Cold,” Tae says, and when you respond by trailing your finger over to his chest, where a suspiciously-large group of santas are congregated, you feel his body tense a bit in response. “Warmer.”

“Check his nipples,” Hoseok yells from across the room. You roll your eyes good-naturedly, ignoring the way Jimin bursts into laughter at the suggestion. Taehyung flicks an eyebrow in challenge.

“Or the armpit,” Namjoon offers helpfully. “If I were hiding on a sweater, I’d pick an armpit.”

“Hmmm, that’s a fair point. Up!” you command, and Taehyung laughs and lifts his arms without complaint, allowing you to properly inspect his armpits for the elusive character. When it becomes clear that you aren’t going to find what you’re looking for there, you take another sip of your wine and dutifully turn your attention back to his chest, intending to search in earnest.

But before you can, the speakers next to the couch spring to life, startling you a bit. Despite your initial confusion, you slowly start to recognize the familiar tune of Frosty the Snowman, jumbled over an EDM beat. It’s loud and extra and toeing the edge annoying, and your head immediately snaps to Jungkook, who declared himself the DJ of the party years ago and has stubbornly refused to give up the position ever since. He grins at you, clear mischief in his eyes, and you know then that he’s only playing the abomination to annoy the living shit out of everyone.

Though Seokjin’s busy being a good host and passing out cups of spiked eggnog, you can see how well Jungkook’s plan is working by the flush spreading up his neck. “I thought I told you to play Mariah,” he huffs over the racket as he hands Nia hers.

Jungkook looks nonchalantly at his phone, where he’s projecting his supposedly carefully-curated playlist via bluetooth. “She’s on here.”

“What about Dean Martin?” Taehyung asks. “You know, the classics? Or literally anything else.”

You snort. Taehyung’s music taste has been known to sometimes overlap with Jungkook’s, so for him to be so visibly disgusted, you know it’s bad. “What about that one chipmunk song?” you suggest.

Jungkook winks at you, shoots you some finger guns. “Already got you, boo.”

“Oh god,” you groan, glaring at Yoongi when he starts snickering at you. “I was totally kidding.”

“Well, I wasn’t!” Jungkook says cheerfully. He has to yell a little bit to be heard over the booming bass. “When it comes to Christmas bops, I never kid.”

You groan louder. “Jungkookie. Please!”

“I don’t know—I kinda like it,” Alexa pipes up, and you have to put forth actual effort to stop your eyes from rolling to the back of your head. Alexa is Hoseok’s newest fling, and while Nia slots into your group dynamic easily, Alexa, in your opinion, is a bit of an airhead. She’s pretty, but you would bet actual money that she’s the type to think Chicken of the Sea is actually chicken—and you’re pretty sure she’s not even filming for a reality show, so she truly has no excuse. But that seems to be Hobi’s type—someone who is easy on the eyes and won’t try to force him to commit. To be honest, you’re pretty surprised that she’s lasted long enough to make it to your friend group’s borderline-sacred holiday get together, but you’re even more surprised that Hobi actually bothered to bring her.

“Thank you, Alexa,” Jungkook says pointedly, and frankly he probably has a better chance at annoying Yoongi tonight than you do. “You have great taste.”

You must be making some sort of face, because Namjoon takes one look at you and sucks his lips into his mouth, like he does when he’s trying not to laugh at inappropriate moments.

“At least turn it down a little,” Seokjin sighs. “You already made my neighbors file a noise complaint on me on Halloween. I’m not trying to get another one.”

“Hey, you were the one screaming on Halloween, not me.”

“Because we were watching a movie about demons! You told me we were gonna watch Air Bud!”

“To be fair,” Taehyung pipes up, “nobody watches that on Halloween. So you walked into that one.”

“You know that’s my favorite movie,” Jin says loudly. “And for the record, Hobi screamed louder than me!”

Hoseok just shrugs. “I don’t handle the supernatural well. Especially when the supernatural are little kids. Give me old lady ghosts any day.”

Seokjin and Jungkook keep bickering, but that honestly is just a testament to how close they are. In fact, your whole little group is rather close, and It’s actually bizarre to think about how these are your closest friends, because when you stop to think about it, you’re all here, in Seokjin’s living room sipping on festive cocktails, by pure chance. Your sophomore year of college, Yoongi, your roommate’s boyfriend, was often over your apartment. The two of you became friendly, and when they ended up breaking up, he never broke up with you. (You’ve never felt particularly bad about that, because your roommate was more of an acquaintance than anything else. You lost touch with her once the lease was up, anyway.) Namjoon and Hoseok were in the same music theory class as Yoongi, and the three of them have made music together ever since. Seokjin used to be Namjoon’s favorite bartender at his favorite bar. Jimin frequented the same dance class as Hoseok. Taehyung is Jimin’s best friend from childhood. Tae befriended Jungkook over some online game he was obsessed with at the time, and when they realized they lived in the same general area, he made the—in your opinion—stupid decision to meet up with him.

It all turned out for the best, of course. Because that’s the kind of luck Taehyung has—he draws people to him without trying, his good energy attracting only more good energy. And that’s exactly how you would describe the friend group the universe allowed you to stumble into—good energy. Good vibes. Well, it was when Jungkook wasn’t playing a screamo version of Silent Night. Which he was. Right. Now.

“Hey,” Namjoon yells over the ruckus, leaning closer to Tae to be heard better. “Where’s Jisoo? Did she not want to come?”

One breath, two. Something in the universe shifts, just slightly.

“Jisoo?” you repeat. Your brain shuffles through any logical possibilities before confusedly settling on the pretty girl Hobi had set Taehyung up with months and months ago. The pretty girl he had gone on a single date with and then never mentioned to you again.

“She flew home last week.” Tae looks uncomfortable. Your stomach twists. “And hyung, I told you it’s not like that.”

One date and he had never mentioned her again, so you had reasonably assumed that had been the end of it. But clearly, from the way Namjoon’s brows furrow in confusion, from the way Taehyung so carefully does not look at you, this is not the case. Clearly, he just never mentioned her to you.

There is an awkward silence in your corner of the room, because it’s blatantly obvious that you’ve been left in the dark on this and now, by accident, you’re suddenly not.

Sensing the weird energy, Namjoon reaches for a cookie shaped like a candy cane and stuffs it in his mouth, quiet.

You can feel Yoongi’s eyes boring through your skin, but you ignore him, refusing to look in his direction. You smile instead, though it feels off around the edges. You hope it doesn’t look that way too. “Huh. Congrats. I didn’t realize you were still seeing her—you never mentioned it.”

Taehyung rubs the back of his neck. “It’s not really serious.”

“Three months is serious enough,” you reply airily. Three months since Hoseok set them up. Four since— You look away, finishing the last dregs of your wine. “Sorry she couldn’t make it.”

Tae’s lips part, but whatever he has to say never comes to fruition. Seokjin claps his hands and yells for Jungkook to turn the music down so you can get the festivities started.

Clearing your throat, you use the distraction to stand up and make your way back into the kitchen, where the mulled wine is still being warmed by a crockpot. You have a flight to catch in the morning, but you figure one more glass can’t hurt.