#you could pm those too 👉👈

[just-somehuman]

IF SOMEONE HAS THESE CGS, I AM BEGGING YOU ON MY K N E E S TO PM THEM TO ME 😭😭

[achillean-knight]

Woe, doodles be upon ye

HC's below the cut if you're absolutely interested in my Spiderverse Noir HC's + his world 👉👈

First the ones I agree with that I've seen a shit ton of people mention >:33

- He is a fatherly figure to Peni. I can imagine when they see each other again, she'd run to him and give him the biggest fucking hug ever. She experienced her Canon Event between ITSV and ATSV too, right? So I can see her needing comfort so badly, and the only ones she ever truly grew close to were Noir and Ham.

- He'd 10000/10 get along so well with Hobie. Along with Hobie legit mentioning his hatred for the AM, PM and fuckin NAZIS IN THE COMIC ,

he'd be rambling so much with Noir about common interests and get along so well with him. Imagine he badazzles him in punk attire and based on this image:

(I'll link where I found the image tomorrow when I'm on my laptop lol if I remember) but based on this image, he teaches Noir how to play the guitar and shit and OUYGG I WANNA SEE THEM INTERACT (they're my fave Spiderverse characters so 👉👈)

- OHOHOHO He loves the colour purple. So much. He can't see it, ofc but he has such a love for the colour that he sees any beautiful colour- or well, of what he can see of colours, and thinks every pretty colour is Purple.

- MJ see's Noir/Peter as a brother and he see's MJ as a sister in turn. There is no romantic attraction at all. Yeah, this means MJ see's Aunt May as a nice Aunt Figure she can go to and talk to about things.

Now onto some of my own headcanons- or some that I don't see mentioned a ton. These have probably been said before but oh well, these are just what I like and my brain go BRRR

- Felicia is taller then Noir. (For those unfamiliar, Felicia is a character from the comic.) Yes that'd probably make her freakishly tall based on how tall Noir is in the movie, but that comic panel of when he first meets her rots in my brain.

- Felicia still has her mask from her ordeals. However, unlike how she pushes away Peter, they actually become friends again. Comfort each other. They swore they'd never be in a relationship again.

- Noir is a combo of both his OG comics personality and 2020's comics personality. I see movie noir as anywhere between 19 - 21. He's learning and developing as a human still. He's calmer and kinder and resembles how his personality is in the newer comics, however, based on this deleted scene LOL, makes me think he looses his shit easily and goes actually feral.

(here's the link to where I found the video BC I actually saved the link lol yeah it's reblogged by yours truly, but the full post is there.)

- Oh yeah, Noir most definitely adopted Ding Ding btw. He probably is nearly at the newer comics stage of his life, being a private eye and such, drinking his fucking egg creams like newer comics noir SBSBBS So he found and adopted Ding Ding.

- Despite being young (19 - 21) he has serious eyebags man, dudes sleep deprived 😔 I'm also heavy on the Spiderverse portrait of him unmasked that I don't really draw/see him with facial scars but he could totally have them after the shit he went through 💀

- Noir is a part-time singer. I will not elaborate.

There's so many other things I wrote down that I want to share, but they're on my computer 😭 so you get these for now hhhh

Sorry if they're half-assed, it's 10:30 pm, I am tired

[sparklingchim]

lovestruck; m | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 5k

genre: college!au, established relationship, smut

warnings: swearing, spanking, fingering, titty fuck, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl, multiple orgasms, creampie, oc is stupidly in love

summary: jungkook wants you. and who were you to deny him? of course you'd let him fuck you.

A/N: hi hello this is my first time uploading a fanfic on tumblr so this is kind of hard for me👉👈 also it's like 11 pm and i had my first day of school today after 3 months so im pretty exhausted so im sorry if there are any mistakes!! and also english isn't my first language 🙃 feedback is very welcome!❤

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gguk 8:38pm

i wanna come over

pls tell me u have time :((

y/n 8:38pm

i'm writing an essay that's due tomorrow.

youre only gonna distract me

gguk 8:39pm

my dick is hard

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i really miss you

Fuck. Of course he has to send you a picture of his hard dick. His slender fingers wrapped around his veiny shaft.

Jungkook knew how to coax you out of your study bubble too well for your liking - you would never tell him that there's a hidden side in you that actually enjoys him being so horny all the time and persuades you into to stop doing uni work to have some fun with him instead. (Though you think he already knows that you quite like it, but doesn't say anything just for the sake of not hurting your pride)

y/n 8:39pm

we saw each other in class today you big baby

come over then

i think im wearing your favourite panties

It was almost humiliating how fast you changed your mind after he sent that picture. But how could you say no when he offered you his cock so willingly?

gguk 8:40pm

the white ones? with lace?

y/n 8:40pm

yes 😊

gguk 8:42pm

fuck

send me a pic

y/n 8:42pm

no you have to come over and see.

you don't want to fuck me? :(

gguk 8:42pm

fucking tease

i'm coming over

You smile. It's like you can almost hear his voice saying those snappy words combined with the impatience that flooded within him whenever he was feeling extra horny. You could feel it in your limbs; your gonna have a hell lot of fun once Jungkook gets his ass inside your apartment.

~

Approximately fifteen minutes later he knocks at your door and your quick to shuffle your way out of the cozy blanket that you were draped under. You put your laptop on the coffee table in front of the couch. Then you open the door and a wide smile tugs at your lips when you take his full appearance into side.

Jungkook wears casual clothes. Black sweatpants and a black hoodie, his fluffy hair covering his brows and almost falling into his eyes. He looks delicious.

,,Show me your panties," he says, eyes roaming over your body. He didn't even care to close the door behind him.

,,At least try to act like you have some manners," you retort, rolling your eyes. ,,Like maybe, hi? Hello? How are you?" You reach out behind him, pushing the door close.

,,Babyy," he whines before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. ,,How's my girl doing?" Jungkook peppers small smooches over your skin, occasionally flicking his tongue before lightly sucking at it. You giggle, but it quickly turns into light sighs.

Jungkook's heart swells when you laugh so adorably. He wishes that you would never stop being that cute and happy. He also hopes that for the most of the times he'd be the reason why you would feel that way.

His hands reach to your hips and you naturally wrap your arms around Jungkook's neck. But right now Jungkook biggest wish is to just ram his cock inside that little pussy of yours.

,,Good," you sigh, momentarily closing your eyes. ,,Even better if you fuck me real good."

,,You want that?" He stops his attack on your now flush skin. ,,Want me to fuck your brains out? Hm?" Jungkooks whispered dirty words that fill the room make something switch in you. He knows how to push the right buttons. And maybe you're just a sucker for his sinful words and languid moves on your body. Yeah, you're totally whipped for Jungkook.

,,Would love that," you answer and step closer, wanting - or better put - needing to feel the warmth that always radiates from his body.

The next second you feel his soft lips against yours. He doesn't even spare to start slow at first, but digs right into you with his tongue. Fuck, he's horny. Your tongues meet, lapping against each other. The desire builds up very quickly and it really shows when the make out gets messier in just a few seconds.

You tug the hair on the nape of his neck, causing Jungkook to groan lightly into your mouth. His sounds make your knees week and you're fully intoxicated into the thirst that you both seek for.

The mutual attraction that both of you feel for each other was always strong and heavy. It was unbearable to bypass the admiration that you both felt from the very beginning when you first met. That unceasing amount of cosmic longing for one another is what brought you two quickly together in the first place. Maybe the whole occurrence came off as rushed to your friends, but for Jungkook and you it was more than clear. And now that you both had each other so free and the burning passion spurts out of your bodies so loosely, it sometimes felt like you were about to explode from all the emotions you were feeling when you were with Jungkook. But it felt so right with him. It never did with anyone before, but Jungkook was the one, you were sure of that. He was your one.

Jungkook's hands were everywhere. Hips, ass, tits, shoulders. He couldn't stop himself from the desperate need to feel everything from you.

,,You wanna bend over my lap and show me that pretty ass of yours?", he asks in a low tone after he retracts from the passionate kiss. You pant heavy, nodding and then kissing his cheek before turning to go over the couch. You don't catch his cute smile after you pressed your lips in such an innocent attempt on his cheek.

You wait for him to sit on the couch and when he does you don't miss another moment and let your body fall over his lap horizontally. Your clothed ass beautifully on display right in front of him. You fold your arms, resting your head against them and look into his direction. When you spot his darkened eyes that follow the way his hands are currently grazing over your ass you feel your panties dampening even more.

When he notices your stare, he tugs your black yoga pants off, but only so far till your butt pops out of the fabric. Jungkook's palm pets your warm skin and you relish in the feeling of his soothing hands. ,,Fucking hell, these panties look so good on you," he curses and slowly brushes his fingers over the white fabric. ,,Looking so fucking innocent in them." His digits stroking over the occasional pink little flowers that are spread over on your panties.

Jungkook then starts to jiggles your ass, loving the way your ass wiggles before squeezing the flesh tightly. You moan lightly at his ministrations. ,,Fuck, I love this ass so much," he says, sounding like he's lost in thought. And he really is - the visuals of your plump ass looking so beautiful in his big hands, the flesh feeling so full when he squishes it between his palms. You beam, loving the attention that Jungkook gives you.

You arch your back a bit, offering him a better view of you ass. He curses under his breath before one palm harshly collides with your butt cheek, leaving the skin red - and you breathless.

,,You like that, huh? Like it when I play with your ass like that?"

,,Love it so much," you confess.

Jungkook continues to toy with your ass, switching from spanks to palming your ass. Your ass cheeks are red and burn and his handprints are embedded into your skin.

,,Fuck, Jungkook!", you moan after another spank and you bite into your forearm, muffling your sounds. The stinging sensation electrifies your body, setting a fire into you core that makes you clench around nothing.

His hands brush over the skin he just wrecked even more and glances over you. Jungkook extends his hand to your face, sweeping your hair back and tucking it behind your ear to have a better look at your face. He remarks your wet lashes and your flush cheeks. Jungkook surveys your reaction very keenly when he shoves the flimsy panties aside and slides a finger through your slick folds.

,,Ohh," you sigh out, finally finding some satisfying friction down there.

,,Your already so wet," he says astonished, like he isn't aware of the fact that literally just simply being in your presence makes your juices paint your panties. Jungkook retracts his finger from your pussy slowly, watching how a string of arousal keeps his digit connected to your cunt. ,,Shit," he mutters and closes his eyes briefly when that visual sweeps the ground from his feet. Your are so fucking hot. Jungkook can't believe your his, that your offering yourself to him and that you want this as much as he does.

You start wiggling your hips when his hands are gone for too long, already yearning for his touch again. ,,Mhm, greedy baby," Jungkook comments your behaviour, but still yields and pushes his finger through your folds again. Your wetness coats his finger and he loves it so much.

Jungkook quickly tugs at your panties to have better access to your core and finds your warmth embracing his finger again. Jungkook gathers your juices, before gliding back and forth over your folds, brushing your clit at times. You sigh, his finger feeling good and familiar.

,,Ass up," Jungkook instructs and you immediately arch your back more, prepping yourself on your elbows now.

A moment later he pushes one finger inside of you, your walls immediately welcoming the feeling and slightly clenching in delight, finally having something to wrap around. Jungkook groans at the feeling of your quivering walls, quickly settling for putting another finger in when he observes your desperation to be filled. You moan, savouring the pleasure from his fingers when he starts moving them. You love it. Love it so much.

,,Jungkook," you whine and capture your bottom lip with your teeth. He's going faster, lewd sounds filling the thick air. ,,Feels so good."

,,My pretty baby," he coos, his other hand occupying itself with petting your spine under your sweatshirt. Jungkook's fingers are relentless, he never needed much time to start picking up on speed.

Your mind is hazed, your focus is completely enraptured by him pleasuring you, drilling his fingers in and out. When his thumbs shoots up to fiddle with your clit, your whole body jolts. The added bliss on your bundle of nerves sends you seeing stars. You want to cum. You want to come so bad.

,,Please," you say in a small tone. You don't even know for what exactly your begging for, but that doesn't matter right now.

,,Hm? Feeling good baby?" His eyes flicker to your face and your fucked out appearance makes him groan. Your eyebrows are scrunched together in gratification and your lips are so plump and red from all the biting and nibbling.

,,Y-yes, so good," you keen.

And when his fingers find that spot inside you, there's not much left till your going to fall over the edge.

,,I want you to cum on my fingers. Your gonna do that? Hm? Gonna cum all over my fingers?"

,,Oh God, yes! Yes, yes I'm gonna- gonna cum for you, Kookie!"

You hear him curse behind you. ,,That's what I like to hear. Always so good to me."

You mewl at his praise. Praise from Jungkook always felt good. He was a perfectionist, always needing something to be good enough for him. And just to know that you were enough for him, fulfilled everything you wanted. In his eyes you were perfect for him, the best he could ever dream of. It was the same the other way around.

Jungkook's movements never stop, his fingers finding every lovely spot inside your craving hole. His other hand sneaks to your face, his thumb grazing over your plush bottom lip. He pushes your lip down before letting it pop back to place. Jungkook's thoughts momentarily flick to how your pretty pink lips would look wrapped around his cock. You open your mouth for him, inviting his thumb between your oh so kissable lips. He lets you cage his thumb in your mouth, moaning when you swirl your skilful tongue around his digit.

You shut your eyes close when you feel your high approaching. Jungkook feels it. You're a whimpering mess and your nonstop clenching around his fingers are another indicator.

Jungkook lets go of your mouth, your sounds not getting muffled anymore and accompanying the wet noises that your pussy makes. You feel the knot in your stomach about to snap and you seek for it so desperately.

,,Gonna- gonna cum now!"

And then you do.

And how you do.

Oh boy.

When Jungkook's dick twitches suspiciously, he panics shortly, but he didn't cum in his pants. Thank God.

Your body quivers, elbows giving out when the sensation overcomes your whole body, intoxicating you into the blissful feeling. You cheek is pressed against the couch, panting heavily as your eyes are closed. Jungkook's thumb leaves your sensitive clit and slows his fingers, riding your through your high. Your walls are contracting so hard, it's like they're demanding his fingers to stay in and never leave.

He stretches his hand, cascading it through your hair. ,,Your so fucking hot."

You're still panting like crazy, that orgasm really hit you hard. ,,I want your cock now," you mumble.

,,What?"

,,I want you."

,,You came a second ago and are already thinking about more, huh?"

,,That's what you do to me, Jungkook." You open your eyes and shift your head to look back at him, a proud stupid smirk tugging at his lips. You fed his ego so well. That grin is the living proof of it. ,,Can you get my leggings off?" you ask. You were suddenly aware of that annoying piece of clothes when you wanted to get up. He discards the tight thing off your body, together with your panty and throws them somewhere behind you.

You heave yourself of the comfort of the couch just to settle on something more comfortable - Jungkooks embrace. You sit on his lap now, arms over his shoulders and face nuzzled in his neck.

Only now you realise how many clothes he is still wearing and immediately clutch your fingers on the hem of his sweatshirt and drag it up. Jungkook helps you, tugging his hoodie from the back and getting if off. Much better. Your fingers roam over his chest, his firm abs slightly twitching when they feel your touch.

,,How do you want me?" You ask, eyes still locked on his delicious abs.

,,Thought about fucking your tits when I came over," he retorts, squeezing your hips. It doesn't take long, a second later your throwing your sweatshirt away and fleshing Jungkook your boobs.

,,You still want to?" You palm your boobs and then squish them together.

,,Fuck, yeah, yes I do."

His hand reach for you tits and you retract your own, wrapping your arms around his neck. Jungkooks kneads them, enjoying the heavy feel of the flesh in his hands. He then moves to flicker his thumb on your nipples, coaxing small moans out of you.

If this boy was one thing then it was obsessed with your boobs. He simply loved them. Not always in a sexual manner though, he often just slipped his hand under you shirt and cupped one of your boobs just because they feel nice and warm. In the beginning you watched him with a quirked eyebrow every time he sneakily found his way to your boobs, but now you didn't even realise when a warm hand wrapped itself around your breast during watching a movie anymore.

Jungkook ducks down, his mouth latching on your sensitive bud. Your eyes roll into another dimension. His mouth, his fucking tongue. Always so relentless and so good at soaking your whole body into raring need. It should be criminal to have a brilliant tongue like that.

He twirls his wet muscles around you bud, never stopping to withdraw his attention from the other one, his fingers kneading your breast.

Then you feel him gently suck on your nipple, his cute lips wrapping the bud in a tight embrace. You buck into his hips, more arousal shooting in your core once again. His black joggers are painted with it, a sticky white mess clutching right on his crotch. Jungkook didn't mind though, he would never mind your arousal sticking to his clothes. That's how absorbed he was in your whole being.

With the way you moved your hips against his bulge he becomes aware of the tightness in his lower region and the desperate need to get some relief down there. ,,On your knees, baby," he mutters after leaving your breast and pressing kisses on your collarbone.

Within a seconds your knees dig into the carpet and your greedy hands already reach for his sweatpants.

,,That desperate for cock, hm?" he asks amused.

You dig your teeth into you lip when he discards his sweatpants and boxers in one go, leaving him in his utterly graceful nudeness.

It was almost unfair how he looked so effortlessly handsome. But at least he was yours, his delicate body only reserved for you.

Of course his irrefutable attractiveness brought many secret glances toward him. His lovely appearance and his even more beautiful character enraptured people easily.

But he only had eyes for you. No one else.

He wraps his fingers around his hard delicious cock, roaming his eyes over your face before they dip down to his fairyland - your tits. You arch your back, your hands landing on his thick thighs.

Jungkook pants heavily, completely exhilarated in finally having some friction on his cock and seeing your body so submissively sitting there, your two buds peaking out hard.

You come closer, putting your hand over his and bringing your mouth to his mushroom head. Jungkook understands, letting go of his rock hard cock and gives your the opportunity to put him into your mouth to use your saliva for lubrication. You don't go too deep, swirling your tongue and hollowing your cheeks every time your head bobs down.

,,Wearing underwear like that, pretending to be a good little girl and then sucking cock like that?" Jungkooks looks you in the eyes, watching how you innocent orbs look up at him with your mouth stuffed with his thick length. ,,Your my good girl, aren't you?" You gloat over his words, withdrawing your mouth from his cock.

,,I'm yours, your good girl," you sigh, using your hand on his dick.

,,Mhm, that's right."

You pull yourself into the right position, cupping your boobs and then letting a stream of saliva stream down them to lubricate your tits. Jungkook pushes himself on the edge of the couch, smearing your saliva around your boobs with the head of his cock. Then he places his length between your perky breasts.

,,Squeeze them tight for me, baby."

You do. Jungkook feels like in heaven when your soft tits are pressed so snuggly around his shaft, creating an unimaginable feeling of ecstasy. You move up and down, watching how his big cock is squished between your flesh. When you look up your enthralled by his features scrunched together in pleasure, his mouth is open and lets little moans fall from his lips. His abs are covered in a light sheen of sweat. Jungkook looks so damn ethereal.

,,Your tits feel amazing," he says and cups your cheek softly in his hand. That pure gesture makes you soft for him, your heart swelling with love.

,,They do?" you ask, bashing your eyelashes.

,,Fuck, yes, yes they do."

You smile cheekily. Jungkook brushes his thumb under the skin of your eye. You increase the speed and a tiny spurt of pre-cum falls out of his cock. Jungkook is so turned on.

,,Shit, that's it. That's it, baby," he moans. His hand moves to your head, digits swiftly cascading through your soft hair.

You press your thighs together, the sounds and the looks of him doesn't let you go unaffected.

Soon both of his hands clasp at your shoulders, holding you down and making you unable to move up and down. Jungkook takes control now, rocking his hips into your flesh. You stay still, holding your boobs tighter when you feel your fingers slip. His hips shoot up faster and Jungkook shuts his eyes close when the hunger overtakes him.

Jungkook is fully infatuated in the tactility of  the movements, your doughy breasts so perfect. You're so good, so hot. His clouded thoughts drift everywhere. At this point Jungkook can't comprehend anything, he lets himself get completely encased into the pure feeling of blazing desire building in his body.

However, he doesn't let himself finish off like that. Jungkook needs more. And the only answer to his growing yearning is your pussy.

,,Come here," he utters after a moan when he stops fucking your tits.

Jungkook pushes himself back, his back resting against the couch. You climb up, settling yourself on his lap once again, but now you feel his hard shaft poking your lower tummy. He presses your head down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

You can't prevent the natural grinding of your hips and you both start moaning into the kiss, the skin on skin feeling having the same affect on the both of you. Jungkook retracts from the kiss, prepping smooches on your jawline and then your neck.

,,I'm gonna fuck you now," he whispers. Goose bumps spread all over your neck when his breath fans over your skin.

,,Please do," you retort, forehead resting against his shoulder.

,,Turn around for me." Jungkook kisses your lips one more time before letting go.

You shift on his lap, turning your back to him. His hands immediately fall to your hips, keeping your body up, so you're able to line his dick to your slick entrance. When you sink down onto his hard cock, you both groan in unison. You take his length inch by inch, your walls fluttering in joy once he's fully settled inside of you. Your knees dig into the couch.

,,Missed this pussy so much," Jungkook murmurs behind you. His hands brush over your sides, soothing you as you adjust to his massive size.

,,We fucked like two days ago," you say, voice small. The full feeling of his cock takes all your strength.

,,Yeah. That's already so long ago."

You roll your eyes. ,,Your acting like a horny teenager."

,,Aw, come on. You never seem to complain when I fuck you." Jungkook squeezes your hip.

,,Shut up now." Your happy that he can't see how your face crimsons.

You push yourself off just to sink down again, biting your lip when his cock stretches your pussy so deliciously. Your hands find purchase on his knees, steadying yourself. Whimpers leave your mouth when you found a stable rhythm. Jungkook breathy moans turn you even more on, his sinful sounds embedded in your memory.

,,Your so good," he sighs and throws his head back. ,,So fucking tight."

You go like that for a while, bouncing on his cock but the sight of the little table and the floor don't go unnoticed. Somehow you thoughts swirl around the images of you falling over and breaking a bone when you land on the carpet. Though Jungkook has a firm grip on your body, the sight of the floor doesn't really sooth you.

,,Fuck, baby," you moan. ,,I need- lean yourself against the armrest, please," you say when the lack of leverage that you have in front of you starts getting the head of you.

He complies quickly after you let his cock slip out of your warmth and shuffles behind you. You stand there and watch till he's positioned to your liking.

,,Come here," he says softly, when his head rests against the armrest of the couch. You throw your leg over him, your knees digging into the plush of the couch and drag the head of his cock over your quivering hole. You plunge his shaft inside you again, your warmth delightfully opening up for him.

Your motions are fast from the beginning, your pussy seeking for the quick motions of his cock going in and out. You arch your back, keeping yourself up on your hands. Jungkook anchors his hands into the flesh of your ass.

,,What a pretty view I have," he hums spanking your ass once.

Seems like tonight he was also obsessed in toying with your ass as often as possible.

,,Jungkook," you whine, shutting your eyes close when you start rubbing on you clit.

,,Fuck, clench like that again and I'll come right now, baby." You both know it's not really something that could happen - okay maybe he came really fast that one time when he was drunk and you were wearing this hot dress and let him fuck you in a bathroom stall at a frat party - because this guys stamina was just beyond the world. He could go for hours without cumming. He'd worn you out so many times already, leaving you with an aching pussy.

You clench again. Just because you feel like it. Jungkook groans behind you, a spank following after.

,,Fucking tease."

You giggle, loving how easy it was to rile him up but then he suddenly sits up, pulling you close to his chest and pounds his cock in fast motions inside of you, making you gasp harshly. Jungkook whacks your hand from your clit away.

,,Not so funny anymore, huh?"

His length drills inside you, leaving you in a whimpering mess. You throw your head back, leaning against his shoulder.

,,Please," you whine, trying to get your fingers back on you clit but he doesn't relent, not letting you touch yourself again.

You shift your head, moaning right into his ear and you clutch your hands on his forearms. He's holding you by your waist, his tight embosom making you feel fuzzy inside.

,,Wanna cum," you whisper.

,,Baby wants to cum?"

You nod vigorously. ,,Y-yes."

,,Then beg for it."

Jungkook slows the piston of his hips a little bit and you whine. You want more. Need more. But that fucker knows it and wants to play with you instead. So you beg for it. Your so fucking desperate that you don't even ponder about it for a second.

,,Please, Jungkook. I want it! I want it so bad, please. Y-you make me feel so good. Please."

,,Want it so badly, huh?"

,,Jungkook," you whimper.

He budges, one finger coming down to circle at your clit. He also picks up on his speed once again, fucking into you with no mercy.

You already feel the knot in your stomach built up again and you anticipate it so dearly. One of his hand comes up, palming your breast in his big hand. The slick sinful sounds of his balls slapping against your skin ricochets off the walls, combined with the sounds from Jungkook and you.

His finger on your clit feels so good, sending shivers all over your spine. Your cunt contracts around his cock, but this time it comes naturally, everything inside you twitching due the intense sensations.

,,Oh fuck," Jungkook moans.

This time your high approaches way faster and soon you come undone. Your body jolts, and you dig your fingers into his arms, creating crescents into his soft skin. You moan his name. You would have fallen limp on his body if it wasn't for the grip that he has on your body.

,,Can I cum inside your pussy?"

,,Yeah, fill me up," you retort breathless.

,,Shit," he curses. He came inside your pussy a couple of times, but you both decided that even though you are on the pill, pulling off before he came inside your pussy was still the better option. But Jungkook loved it. He loved being able to fill you up with his cum and feel your greedy hole milking everything out of him.

Jungkook's thrust get sloppy, solely focusing on finally releasing and cumming inside your tight pussy. He doesn't need long, he was already hard when he was walking over to your apartment. With one final snap of his hips he shudders and cums inside of you. You feel the familiar warmth that shoots inside you, painting your walls white. Jungkook's needs a few seconds and then he falls back on the couch, his arms securely wrapped around you as he takes you with him.

You lay on his chest, hearing his heavy pants above you. You'd like to turn around and pepper him with kisses, but your bones feel like they're turned into mush.

Jungkook's cock softens inside you and you feel him shift under you, letting his dick fall from your pussy. Your mixed arousal instantly gushes out of you. Ew.

So you both lay there for a couple of minutes, both still dazed from all the post-orgasm feelings that lingered in your bodies.

Jungkook's slender fingers brush over your rib. His other hand lifts your up his body so he is able to plant kisses on your neck. You feel comforted in his strong arms.

You cherished moments like this - being in each others arms, everything so cuddly and lovely around you. There are no lousy thoughts in your mind, just peacefulness and - of course - Jungkook. You still sometimes wondered how he thought that you were his everything. That you were the one that he wanted forever. But it felt good knowing that, because you didn't thought otherwise about him. You wanted him for a lifetime too.

,,Soo," you find your voice again after a few moments. ,,Your gonna help me with my essay?"

,,Hell no"

,,I would have probably finished it by now if you wouldn't have come over."

,,Sucks for you that you can't say no to my cock, huh?" You don't need to see it - you know he has that stupid grin plastered on his face.

He is right though. How could you ever deny him? You were so whipped.

[piedpiperr]

Okay. But consider,,,,,, puppetmaster Jackie with oblivious Chase-- //SHOT 👉🥺👈

((You sent this to both blogs so I can only hope you're satisfied, aha. Set directly after the request on sugarrspice with PM!Jackie and heroaverage. Possessiveness, mild manipulation, as well as explicit 18+ content.))

Chase is a warm, steady weight against his side. They've put on some light flick in the background, something cheesy. Nothing that holds Jackie's attention; he's too busy listening to the way the strings hum with drowsy content. With-

A softer, richer tone overlays it, and he flicks his gaze sideways; Chase is, if he has to hazard a guess, not watching the movie.

Pride, dark and warm, uncurls in his gut; he doesn't preen, but he stretches out, casually, knowing the slow movement will draw Chase's eyes with it.

A low, soft laugh, and Chase leans over, skating a hand over his bared midriff. Jackie doesn't have time to hide his shiver; Chase only grins like the little shit he is.

"Liked that, didn't you?"

Jackie tips his head back, smirking right back. Just this side of wicked, just the way that he knows tugs on that sense of danger that Chase can't help but- hah. Chase. "Like what you're seeing, don't you?"

Chase snickers, and now he's crowding close, breath warm against Jackie's jaw. He's nearly in Jackie's lap, and Jackie pulls him the rest of the way to kiss him, deep and hungry, because Chase in a mood means Chase is going to tease and Jackie's not in the mood for waiting.

Chase hums, not surprised, but pleased, and gives as good as he gets; tilts his head and fists one hand in Jackie's hair to keep him there, the other one skating under his shirt to just-- explore, warm fingertips tracing over each scar.

He knows every story. Jackie has told him, each and every one of them. Knows him inside and out, and Jackie basks in being seen, for once.

Chase laughs against his lips, and leans back, mouth bitten all pretty and red.

"Thinking too loud," he murmurs, and Jackie twitches as his free hand skates down his side, again, dipping below his waistband. Chase knows him, inside and out.

He licks his lips, and tightens the arm around Chase's waist. "Gonna fix that?"

Chase's answering grin is nothing short of wicked. His chest hurts from how beautiful it is, watching brown eyes go dark, dark, dark, amber tilting whiskey-dark.

He lets Chase tug them sideways onto the couch, arms bracketing Jackie in on either side, and surges up for another kiss; this one is messier, hungrier, and Chase laughs, again; Jackie swallows down every last sound, greedy as he only ever lets himself be with Chase.

Somewhere in the midst, Chase's pulled down his sweatpants, and fuck, he's glad he changed out of those jeans, as Chase coaxes his rapidly hardening dick out of his boxers. He hisses, thin and thready, as Chase strokes down his length once, and nips a little harder at his lips in response.

They're going to leave this couch a damn mess. Thank the gods they invested in fucking leather.

"Love seeing you helpless below me," Chase murmurs, against his lips. He strokes again, to emphasize his point, movements firm and sure, and Jackie groans, softly, only Chase's weight keeping him from trying to follow the movement. "All laid out, like a fucking feast. Knowing I could do anything like this, and you'd- let me-"

He hasn't stopped stroking Jackie once while he talks, and Jackie's about half out of his fucking mind with sheer want, thoughts going hazy and sticky in the way that only Chase seems to be able to coax out. He pulls back- well, more like sinks into the couch with another long, soft keen, hand tight around the back of Chase's neck. There's a hard bulge pressing against his thigh, and he doesn't even have to tug at the strings to guess at exactly what Chase thinks of him, spread out beneath him, throat bared, heart pounding beneath his hand.

"Going to- have your way, then, sunshine? Going to take the world? You know I'd give it- fuck, Chase, please-"

Chase shushs him, gently, another gentle kiss to his lips, another stroke, before he shifts further down. It's awkward- they both barely fit on this couch, ancient as it is, but that's the least of his worries because Chase is licking a warm stripe down the length of his dick, eyes dancing merrily, and then he's swallowing down half of it without really any trouble at all.

Jackie shudders, and swears, one hand gripping the edge of the couch; Chase hums a laugh, and it turns into a vicious sort of cycle, Chase bobbing his head gently and teasing Jackie with his tongue, closer and closer to the edge, winding the heat in his gut tighter, and tighter--

Jackie peaks with another keen, vision dancing with stars, and Chase swallows down his spend with a grin like the cat that got the cream. It's over far too fast, but they've got the night ahead, and Chase is still very interested in the proceedings.

He just lies there for a moment, catching his breath, and Chase takes the opportunity to steal another salty kiss, strings humming with smug glee.

"Guess that answers what you'd want," he says, hoarsely, and Chase snickers, bright and amused.

"What if I said that wasn't all I wanted?"

He huffs a soft laugh, and wraps a leg around Chase; it's a small couch, but he flips them, carefully, all the same.

"Then I'd say," he breathes, "that it's a damn good thing that we've got the rest of tonight to give you what you want."

[coconurt]

Emerging briefly from hiatus to wish @marcy-wu-on-the-brain A VERY HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY!!! CONGRATS DUDE!!!

Anyways, I wanted to give you a little something... 👉👈

I got really inspired by your headcanon that Marcy loves rain, and it may have gotten a little out of hand, so... yeah! Hope you like it!

In all the time Anne had spent in Amphibia, rain had never been fun. 

Rain meant having to do chores in the rain. Rain meant the already oppressive swamp humidity was tripled. And last, and possibly worst of all, rain meant mosquitoes. Hoards and hoards of mosquitoes as big as her fist. 

And this time was no different. 

Anne burst through the farmhouse door dripping wet and quickly closed the door behind her. She pushed her hood back off her brown curls and tried to wrestle her poncho off without soaking her dry clothes underneath.

 As soon as she had finished helping secure Bessie for the night and had heard Hop Pop say those blessed words — “Thanks fer helpin’, Anne. That should do it. If you want to head on inside, I’ll be in inna minute” — she’d taken off like a woman possessed. 

Now, she shivered as she hung up her raincoat. Hoping to find something to fend off the chill, and a possible cold, she wandered into the kitchen and made herself a cup of tea. 

It was a familiar routine. Fill the kettle, put it on. Find a mug, find the lavender. Wait for the whistle, pour the water, find somewhere to enjoy her tea. 

Steaming mug in hand, she meandered back out of the kitchen. She meant to aim for the couch. But at the last minute, her feet, of their own accord, veered off course and took her to the basement hatch. 

Of course. Going to sit with Marcy was always a better idea. She stole a quick glance at the grandfather clock in the living room. 8 pm. Marcy was probably asleep by now (heck, it seemed like she was usually asleep these days), but that was okay. She’d sit with her anyways. 

As quietly as she could, she opened the hatch and tiptoed down the wooden steps, taking care to avoid the creaky one. Down here, in the basement, it sounded different. The pounding rain outside was muffled to a low drone, a quiet rumble. The din was punctuated every so often by the staccato ting, ting, ting of water dripping into a bucket from a leak Hop Pop had been saying he would fix since Anne had first arrived in Amphibia. 

It was peaceful, the kind of sound that filled your ears like a lullaby and drowned out all your worries. 

It was dark, too. Dark except for the faint glow of a single mushroom lamp serving as a nightlight, so Anne didn’t happen to notice that Marcy was still awake until she’d reached the last step. 

She stopped in her tracks, startled. Marcy was sitting up in the bed Anne used to call her own, posture slumped, a quilt puddled in her lap. She stared off into space, to some middle distance only she could see. A shadow fell across her face, so Anne couldn’t read her expression. 

Anne began to approach her slowly, not wanting to startle her. 

“Hey, Marmar,” she said softly. “You’re still awake.” 

A moment of silence passed, then another. Anne had just begun to wonder whether Marcy had heard her at all when she heard a raspy reply. 

“Yeah. Couldn’t sleep.” 

Anne made a soft sound of understanding and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Placing her mug on the bedside table, she tenderly combed her fingers through Marcy’s hair, brushing the overgrown strands away from her eyes. 

“M’ sorry. Are you hurting somewhere?” Anne knew rainstorms did that to her sometimes. Her teachers back home would explain that it was because of low pressure or something like that, but she had never fully understood it. 

“A little, but.. that’s not it. I was just… listening,” Marcy admitted quietly.

“To the rain?” Marcy nodded, and Anne hummed in response. Marcy had always loved the rain. Had since they were children. It was rare that she got to experience it back on earth, though. Los Angeles wasn’t exactly known for its wet climate. But when it did, Marcy had always been elated. The recollection brought memories of one particular incident to the forefront of Anne’s mind. 

“Come on, Anna-banana!” Marcy giggled, pulling her along by the hand. 

“Marcy, your jacket!” Anne tried to protest, but she was giggling, too. 

The two burst through the door and down the stairs together. The black-haired girl made straight for the first puddle she could find, jumping right into it with gusto. Muddy water splashed up onto Anne’s legs. She squealed. 

Arms outstretched and face upturned, Marcy twirled around in a giddy circle. Suddenly she stopped and took an exaggerated inhale. “Smell that, Anne?” 

Anne humored her, even though she didn’t think she’d smell anything. She was right. “Smell what?” she asked, confused. 

“Petrichor!” Marcy explained excitedly. “It’s the smell rain makes when it hits dry soil! I’ve read that it’s released into the air via aerosols every time a droplet hits the ground…” 

Anne tried to follow along, she really did. But it wasn’t her fault that she got easily distracted, and it was even less her fault that Marcy always looked extra cute when she got to talking about her interests. So Marcy’s voice sort of faded to the background, transfixed as Anne was by the sight of her best friend rambling on about particles and bacteria, completely drenched and not seeming to care in the slightest. 

Even now, years later, the memories still brought a smile to Anne’s face. But she glanced at the girl next to her, subdued and contemplative, and she only wished something could bring a smile to her face, as well. Nothing had been able to lift her spirits enough for that since… well, everything had happened. Maybe it was too much to ask after the literal hell she’d gone through, but a small part of Anne, deep down, thought that maybe, if she could just smile once, it’d be irrefutable proof that she was going to be okay. 

Anne missed seeing Marcy happy with every fiber of her being. She would give anything to see her smile again, just once. 

They sat together like that in comfortable silence for a while until Marcy spoke up. 

“Hey, Anne?” Marcy said, turning toward Anne at last. “Can I ask a favor?” 

Anything. For you, I’d do anything, Anne wanted to say, but she didn’t. Instead, she answered, “Of course. What?” 

“Can you help me outside?” Marcy said, weak voice painfully hoarse. “It’s been so long. I-I really want to feel the rain again.” 

Anne hesitated. “Marce, I don’t think that’s a good idea…” 

“Please…?” Marcy turned to face Anne fully now. Tired brown eyes stared pleadingly into Anne’s own. “Just this once?”

 Anne couldn’t compete with that face. “How about a compromise?” she said after thinking a moment. “If it won’t make you too tired, then I’ll help you as far as the couch, and you can look out the window all you want. No farther, okay? We don’t want you getting soaked and catching a cold.” 

“Deal,” Marcy agreed. Anne stood and slid the blanket the rest of the way off Marcy’s lap. With a bit of difficulty, Marcy managed to wiggle her legs off the edge of the mattress. Slinging Marcy’s arm over her shoulder, Anne helped Marcy slowly to a standing position. 

Together, one step at a time, they made their way across the basement and up the rough-hewn stairs. Anne kept a close eye on Marcy the entire time, watching for any signs of discomfort. 

Marcy’s legs were still wobbly — she wasn’t quite used to being the one in control of them, yet — and Anne could tell that every step was a challenge for her. Nevertheless, though, she pressed on, leaning heavily on Anne for support, face scrunched up in concentration. 

They paused at the top of the stairs so Anne could open the hatch. As they stepped out of the basement and neared the family room, Anne could tell that Marcy was getting tired. She winced with each step she took, and her face was pale from exertion. 

Slowly, she eased Marcy down onto the couch. Well, tried to. Despite her efforts, Marcy dropped into her seat with a grunt. Anne sat down next to her a little more gracefully. 

“You okay, Marbles?” she asked. 

“Yep,” Marcy wheezed, clearly exhausted, and briefly met Anne’s gaze from under heavy-lidded eyes. “Thanks.” 

Anne opened her arms in a silent invitation. Marcy accepted it wordlessly, scooting closer to wrap her arms around Anne and nestle herself into her torso. Anne folded her arms around her and tucked her chin on top of her head. Marcy’s skin was cold, as she only happened to be wearing a thin t-shirt, and as soon as Anne noticed, she felt Marcy shiver. 

Anne gave her a parting squeeze and released her, standing up. “I’m gonna go grab your blanket from downstairs, okay?” 

Marcy nodded, so Anne turned and jogged back down. She grabbed the top blanket off the bed, gathering the thick material into her arms. The Plantars had made it just for Marcy after her rescue, and had given it to her as a gift. 

The first thing she noticed after emerging from the basement was what she didn’t notice. Marcy was conspicuously absent from her place on the couch. 

It was enough to send Anne’s heart into overdrive. She quickly traced an invisible path from the empty couch to the wide-open front door, and it clicked. Throwing the blanket onto the now-empty piece of furniture, she sprinted to the front door and found exactly who she thought she would standing outside. 

Marcy stood facing away from Anne in the middle of the yard, sheets of rain pouring down all around her. Her arms hung loose at her sides and her face was tilted up to the sky above. 

Anne’s stomach dropped. “Marcy!” She had to raise her voice to be heard over a distant rumble of thunder. She sprinted forward, sneakers slapping against the muddy ground. “You’re gonna get soaked! What the frog were you thinking —” 

Marcy looked at her over her shoulder, and her words died in her throat. She was smiling. It was faint, and a tear worked its way down her cheek, caught up by the droplets of rain sliding down her face, but in that moment it hardly mattered to Anne because holy frog, Marcy was actually smiling, she hadn’t smiled since the possession, this was huge… 

Oh. “Hey. Sorry, Marmar,” Anne came to a stop next to her and gently took her hand. “You okay?” 

Marcy nodded, then quickly shook her head, then sniffled, turning her gaze back to the muddy farmyard and the gray sheets of rain coming down all around them. “I almost forgot… it-it’s been so long…” She trailed off, another tear falling onto her cheek. When she spoke again, her voice was heartbreakingly soft. “I wasn’t sure I’d ever get to do this again.” 

Anne’s breath caught. After all that time — all she’d been through — she couldn’t deny her this. It would have been so easy to lead her back inside the farmhouse like this, Marcy’s hand tucked securely inside her own, back to warmth, dry clothes, and a mug of hot tea. But she couldn’t. So instead, she stayed right where she was and gave Marcy’s hand a squeeze. A small gesture. Just a reassurance, something to let Marcy know that she was there for her. 

By now, both their clothes were well on their way to being soaked. Marcy’s hair was dripping wet, her bangs plastered against her forehead, but she hardly seemed to notice. Eyes fixed on the sky, she absentmindedly lifted a hand, palm facing up. A moment hardly passed, however, before her arm began to shake and her hand fell to her side once more. 

Anne’s heart sank. Fingers still intertwined with Marcy’s, she lifted her own hand, carefully adjusting her grip so that the other girl’s open palm now rested supported on top of her own. 

Marcy fixed Anne with a tiny, grateful smile. Anne’s heart soared to see a spark of warmth return to her eyes, along with something else: hope. Two things she hadn’t seen in a very long time. 

And standing there in the mud with the girl she loved, that she had fought so hard to save, drenched and yet somehow warm to her very core, Anne had a realization. 

Maybe rain wasn’t so bad. Maybe she’d been looking at it all wrong. Maybe all she needed was the right person to share it with.

[unyanizedcatboys]

Rules: Answer 20 questions + tag 20 blogs you’d love to get to know better (If you know that many :p)

Tagged by @cherry-aqua-blossom 🥺

Name: Kai

Pronouns: They/Them

Zodiac: Sagittarius bc i don’t know what a sun/moon/rising is

Height: 6 ft/182.88 cm

Time rn: 4:10 pm

Birthday: Dec 6th :p

Nationality: American (derogatory)

Favorite band: Vocaloid fucks but i gotta give it to Ridiculon bc the isaac soundtrack hits different and the repentance’s ost is SO good 👀

Favorite solo artist: Lil nas X, that funky little dude knows how to make good music

When you created your blog: 👀💦 In September over 6 years ago i think???

Last thing you googled: “Hushabye valley twitter” throwback to when they used tumblr 😔

Other blog(s): 👀👉👈 I never get a chance to use them bc i hit post limit too fast on my main but.... eb1su cerebellaskullgirls gayboyjosuke

Why I chose my url: UwO)

How many people I follow: 👀👉👈 a few

(I’ve been following over 5K in the past but a lot of them got force unfollowed by that one tumblr glitch, or deactivated 😔)

How many followers I have: 🥺👉👈 A FEW

(and yes every single one of those drafts are picrews)

Average hours of sleep: No :^)

Instrument: Someday i’ll pick up the guitar and drums proper but right now is not that time 😔

Lucky number: 3! bc i portion my food in 3’s usually :3

Currently wearing: Nothing but some shorts and a T-shirt bc it’s HOT™

Dream trip: Japan and China bc i love the natural beauty of the rural parts and also like running around tourist traps at night

Favorite food: Sushi, bc you can do whatever you want with it like what Brazilian people do to pizza

Favorite song: the ones that sound

Top three fictional universes to live in:

1. Pokémon: universal income and healthcare for kids? Pets that breathe fire? Law enforcement being so underfunded that kids do their jobs better than them? sign me tf up

2. Dragonball: Capsule corp lets you put your wholeass house in your pocket and if you had a choice you could be a gnc alien with badly explained super powers and plot armor so :p

3. JJBA: hehe stand power go brrrrrr

Naturally anyone can join in on the fun and do this too but i’m still gonna tag:

@adhd-shaiapouf @peysi @the-punforgiven @the-mulligan-wizard @oliveroliveroxenfree @theserenityshell @comradepitou-remaking @neferpawtistic @maerveil @ghoulfr13nd @superweebside @goopy-amethyst @ghoulfr13nd

[ofdreamsnwishes]

BadBoy! Hendery au? maybe one where he’s thinking to himself about only the reader can make him go soft and cuddly and show his sweet side 🤔🥺👉👈

[11:05 pm] Hendery quietly hums a cheesy love song to himself as he rummages through his drawers searching for some sweatpants and a t-shirt.

To be honest, he didn’t even thought he knew the lyrics to any type of love song, heck, he would be surprised if he even knew the national anthem. These upbeat and overly romantic songs never really were his style, he’d rather not hear to anything at all than listen to those.

But you liked these songs, he remembered. Just how you liked coffee and sleeping in. How you liked to use his coats because they were huge on you or how you took random photos of him or how you liked forehead kisses or how-

And there it is, the growing bashful smile on his features just by the thought of you.

Sometimes he wondered if you were a witch of some sort who casted a love spell on him, but that would be too fantastical to even be true. But still, he never really understood how he could be so deeply in love with you, someone so different but with just so much things in common.

But it was your smile, your warm embrace, that twinkle in your eyes and how you could see perfectly trought his bad boy facade. It was all of you.

It was because you loved all of him.

And he loved all of you.