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dilfhos · 7 months

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PART ONE.

#!WHO; Sukuna the demon ft. GOJO.

#!CC: deadoves! no warning. MDNI. [read the tags on original knktbr fic. this is still dc.]

note: soo, ive been craddlin’ this baby since 2019, only recently deciding to add Sukuna and Gojo. very begrudgingly posting it here, however i will not be updating if this flops. ik how tumblr is with long fics/series—unfair. so if you’re interested lmk or else you can read on my ao3 !!

You arrive at the old Kaisen house, adoring the scene. The demon sets his sights on you.

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“We’re here,” Your eyes fluttered open, the sun rays spilling into your vision as you stirred awake. Beside you was your best-friend, Gojo Satoru, sitting back, his hand tugging at the hem of his damp shirt. You looked over at him then forward through the front window, met with an old gate. Behind it was the house, large in stature and almost intimidating as it stood in front of the afternoon sun, casting long shadows along the lawn.

“Looks like the gate is—”

“I got it!” You interrupted eagerly, unbuckling your seatbelt and leaping out the car. You made your way towards the gate, unlatching the metal and pushing it open. You then stood, admiring the house further.

It was a beautiful old giant, its Victorian style exterior being the highlight of it all. You glanced around you, noticing how the rest of the street seemed almost separated from your patchy plot of land. As if the neighboring houses were trying to get away. Segregated from the quaint smaller houses filled with decored and neat lawns, was your new home.

You made a motion towards the car, prompting Satoru to reach and grab the bag that held your prized item. You took your camera and eagerly paced back and forth near the entrance until you found a good spot to take a photo.

Yeah, there would be plenty of pictures in the future. The house was even more beautiful through the lens as you snapped a couple. In front of the house to the left was a large tree, nearly scarce of green leaves as it added more touch of age to the scene.

“How long are you going to be out there?” Satoru called, an arm draped over the open window. You could hear a tinge impatience in his tone but you didn’t move yet.

“Sorry! I’m coming!”

He sighed, leaning his head back against the headrest, fingers strumming against the wheel. A thin coat of sweat beaded along his skin, slicking his white locks down against his forehead.

This house really gave him the creeps. He understood you wanted to get away from everything but he didn’t think it would go this way.

A couple months ago, he had visited you in the city and was surprised by the fact that you were wanting to move out. Not just out of the apartment but out of the entire area. You told him you wanted a change in pace, in scenery. To quit your current job for the time being and just be at peace. He honestly thought you were out of your mind but after coming to terms with how that life was treating you, he supported the decision. He was your best friend, he would always support your decisions, even the…bold ones.

His eyes scanned the surroundings.

This part of town was quietly tucked in the country and had plenty of beautiful places to photograph and “run through fields” as he put it. Given the little population and even fewer vacancies, there weren't any options to live except for the old manor a little bit on the edge of town.

Being protective, Satoru didn’t waste time in Shadowvale’s research and made privy to the stories but he didn’t believe them. It was just a silly ghost legend made up by the oldheads to spook outsiders and the younger generations. But it didn’t stop him from telling you about them.

Being much like your friend to find the story silly, you laughed it off, ecstatic that you would finally be moving. And he wasn’t that far of a drive from you so he supposed it was fine.

Satoru watched as you finally circled back to the passenger side, eyes down on the camera screen. You got in, sighing at the gust of cool air. The car began moving again as it crept forward past the gate and along the dirt path that led up to the large house.

“Get any good shots?”

“Yes! It’s more beautiful through the lens than in person. And the way the light was hitting it…” Satoru smiled as he listened to you excitedly fill him in as if he could understand a half of what you were talking about.

. . .

“What is in here? ” Satoro croaked, nearly collapsing on the porch. He had one of your boxes in his arms, stumbling toward the door. Following close behind him was you with another box. You rested a foot upon the first step of the porch, ignoring the stressed creak it brought.

“Just clothes?” You honestly didn’t know. It could have been anything really and as far as you knew, it wasn’t even heavy. He probably just wanted something to complain about.

“They feel like bowling balls,” He sat the box down in the foyer, swiping at sweat that began to bead down his temple. You rolled your eyes as you followed behind him placing the box on top.

The sky was beginning to darken, more clouds obscuring the afternoon sky. Shadows seemed to appear in the dimness, warping spindly shapes across the lawn. The thicker clouds that seemed to come out of nowhere loomed over the countryside with promises of rain in the night.

You shivered, arms pricking in goosebumps as you crossed the threshold, placing down another box. It seemed so cold all of a sudden, a stark contrast to how it was nearly an hour ago when your clothes were practically melting against your skin. You jumped when you felt a firm hand grip your shoulder.

“Woah, jumpy already?” Satoru grinned, pinching your cheek. “If you’re gonna chicken out, tell me now so I won’t have to load the rest.”

“You’re just trying to get out of work, Gojo,” You playfully shoved his arm and made your way back to the car. The only thing that remained was your television, propped up at an odd angle because of its large size. The trek to the house was awkward with the screen nearly bigger than you, but you made it, sitting the appliance against the wall of the foyer.

At least the chill was gone, after having broken another sweat. You watched from the doorway as Satoru closed all of the doors. Once more, your eyes ventured up towards the sky, another shiver running down your spine.

“You okay?” He questioned, making his way towards the door. You nodded, stepping back to allow him inside before closing the door.

Sukuna’s canines were made visible as his malicious grin widened, stretching inhumanly against his face. Raven spikes jutted out every which way, a part only tamed enough to fall before his striking crimson eyes as he looked over the railing of the staircase. He ran a clawed finger teasingly over the wood, always touching but never feeling.

The demon licked his lips slowly, his intense gaze catching you and the way you ran your hands along your arms in the foyer. His claws began to strum lightly against the wood as he continued to watch you with focus.

You walked further into the house, in awe at how spacious the interior was. To your right was a winding staircase, leading up to what looked to be a balcony. Unaware of the demonic presence, your eyes linger in the place he stood before moving on to your left.

The foyer spilled into a wide den, already furnished with a couch and a couple love chairs covered in plastic. The plastic crinkled under your touch as your fingertips ran along the surface of the couch, seeking out small holes and other old looking stains.

Everything had an antiquated touch to it and you wondered how long the house had been standing, abandoned by its previous owners.

Your eyes wandered to the fireplace on the far end of the living room. The entrance was gated with a rusting metal. You squatted down, fingers running along the rough bricks. Frowning at the dust that gathered on your skin, you straightened, rubbing your hands against your jeans.

From the balcony, the demon had the perfect view of you. So curious, eyes darting around only to pause and inspect something of little significance just for you to do it all again. He watched as you made a circle around the den, studying everything your greedy eyes took in as if the sight were new.

“Gojo?” You called, making your way back towards the boxes.

Was that what the other one was called? Frankly, he couldn’t bother to care as he’d already signed off on him. He’d make a decent meal though.

“Yeah!” Satoru responded from the kitchen. You peered in that direction for a few seconds waiting for him to emerge. Rolling your eyes, your attention returned to the box you were squatted in front of.

“Don’t go running off. You still have to help me,” You whined, hands rummaging through the cardboard. Empty handed, you flipped over the flaps to a nearby box, doing the same thing.

“This sink doesn’t work! It's like… stuck or something,”

“Just leave it before you break it more. I’ll call someone tomorrow.” You shouted, standing up. You sighed, stretching as your little fingers wiggled upwards. Sukuna watched unmoving as you stretched, eyeing a brief sight of your tummy.

Those were a lot of boxes. Not the occasional suitcase or makeshift plastic bags he usually saw with squatters.

So you were moving in. He chuckled darkly.

He actually couldn’t determine if you were stubborn or just plain stupid. You probably thought that nothing existed beyond your little mortal realm, that no outworldly dangers could harm you.

The small chuckle developed into a much throatier laugh, the noise disappearing into nothing. He was about to disappear before his attention snapped back towards you, his hands gripping the peeling wood of the banister almost painfully as he leant over the bar.

You had gasped, his ears picking up on the familiarity of sound, quickly identifying it as surprise. Fear? Sukuna watched in intrigue as your eyes darted around for the source, only briefly ghosting over the place he stood. He remained frozen, holding his breath as you looked right through him.

You could’ve sworn you heard laughter. The floorboards creaked beneath your feet as you walked around, trying to strain your ear for whatever you heard.

“Toru?” Maybe he was on the phone or something.

Unfortunately for you, that second was all it took for the demon to be immediately interested in you.

For decades, he remained rooted to this cursed plot after his grisly death with the inability to be seen, felt, and most definitely heard. He only controlled the physical realm which made for a lot of entertaining nights for whoever dared to trespass. Not to mention he was granted his demonic familiars. They had no intelligence but it kept him company, he supposed. Less lonely being evil if he’s surrounded by the very essence.

But something about that little gasp as if you heard something illogical... It made him lick his lips, something dark and enticing settling into the pit of his stomach. His mind was racing with new fun and exciting things he wanted to do with this information.

Satoru finally emerged from the kitchen, his shirt spotted in darkness, hair dripping in water. You took one look at his disgruntled form and bursted out laughing, immediately forgetting about the noise you heard.

“Its funny that your new sink is janked up?”

“Janked up?” His seriousness only made it funnier. He sucked his teeth and made his way towards the boxes, hastily searching for a towel.

“What were you...even doing...in there?” You said in between giggles. He only ignored you as you wiped away the wetness that gathered in your eyes.

“Are you done?” He deadpanned. You nodded with a smile. He only scoffed before he started to bring out contents from one of the boxes. You then took your place next to him, sorting through the items.

“Hey, what was funny earlier?” You cut through the silence.

“What do you mean?” He crinkled his forehead.

“You were laughing at something. Did Suguru send a dumb meme or something?” You giggled. Your face only fell at his response.

“I wasn’t laughing and I haven’t spoken to him since last Tuesday.”

Little words were exchanged as he helped you unpack. He was probably still upset. After a while, you grew bored and wanted to venture around. Even though you’d already seen the house on the tour, you were itching to do something. Standing up, you brushed off your hands, attention venturing to the staircase balcony.

“Hey, I’m gonna go check out the rooms upstairs,” A simple grunt was made as Satoru looked towards you.

“I’m not getting paid to do this!” He shouted as you began your trek. You smiled, calling back, “The unwavering devotion to the best friend in the entire world should be enough to start right?”

Upon going up, you felt a weird chill and found yourself turning towards the wall. You paused midway, eyeing the surface where you saw what was assumed to be a large painting or portrait.

You couldn’t really tell with the dingy cloth that covered it. Your fingers itched to tear away the cloth to reveal what was underneath but you didn’t. This was just one of the many things left behind by the last owners and you felt if you did, it'd somehow be disrespectful. You should call the realtor to inquire about possibly having some of the stuff taken out of the house.

“Hey, I’m going to step out for a bit, I need some air,” Satoru called from the doorway, suddenly feeling nauseous. You leaned over the wooden balcony, amazed at how high you were. After waving him off, he walked out, the door creaking shut behind him and you turned, facing the hallway.

The way you stood there was kind of enticing, especially with the way your eyes darted around with that same greedy look he noticed before. But something else was mixed with it, Sukuna noticed.

Unease.

He could sense it in the way you tensely rocked on the balls of your feet, looking between the few rooms that lined the dark hallway. Sukuna stood at the very end on the hall, leaning against the peeling door with arms crossed, watching for your next move. He really wanted you to walk his way so he could get a taste of that nerve-racked aura but much to his dissatisfaction, you chose the first room on the left.

It was fine, he could be patient. He only had the rest of his eternal death.

With a menacing grin, his form shivered, bending into the light until he was gone.

. . .

Even though you’d seen the rooms on the tour, viewing them again took your breath away once more in how spacious it was. Every part of the house exuded mystery and refinement. The bathrooms had surprised you the most; one being nearly as big as the bedroom, having room for a large claw-footed bathtub, a shower, plus two sinks. Giving one last look, you decided that it did pair nicely with the room attached. As expected, the large king-sized bed was still there, neatly made. Deciding to exit out the bedroom, you made your way toward the door.

“What the…” You tried the knob, jerking the brass but it was stuck. You tried once more, taking the handle between both hands and jiggling it as hard as you could.

You could see the wooden door moving against the frame but it wouldn’t open. This didn't happen on the tour. You stepped back, deciding to go through the other way but stopped in the middle of the bathroom, an eyebrow lifted in confusion.

Did you close the door behind you?

It was shut just like the other. No...you didn’t think you did. You moved towards the door turning the handle.

It was stuck too.

“Gojo?” You called, gripping the doorknob. Was he messing with you? You pulled and pushed with more force now, pacing to the other door to be met with the same result. Your stomach churned thickly as your skin began to prickle with heat.

“Gojo, open the door! This isn’t funny!” You called slapping your palm against the wood. You were beginning to grow frantic until finally, the door gave way.

Stumbling forward, you immediately gag at the sour odor that hit your nose. It smelled rotten and it caused you to cover your face with your arm.

But the odor was immediately forgotten when your eyes settled on the sight of the last room. You moved to the large rectangular window across the way, the sides framed by flowing curtains. It ran from the edge of the ceiling, stopping just above the hardwood floors.

The view outside was just as breathtaking as the first time, spreading over the fields of the rural side. You could see some houses peppering the golden hills of early autumn land.

“Wow,” You whispered, moving around the room. There was a queen-sized bed on one side, neatly made in a similar fashion as the one in the other room. Against the other wall was a desk.

You fell back onto the bed, breathing in deeply despite the rank smell. You loved it, everything from the antiquated vibes to even the apparently faulty doors.

You felt really at home, a feeling you haven’t had since your life in the city. You laid there, basking in the final fleeting heat rays of the setting sun until you suddenly tensed, eyes snapping open. Hairs stood up on your skin, making you shiver slightly.

That same chill.

Sitting up, your eyes scanned the empty bedroom. The shadows shifted in the corner, tricking your peripheral into moving your full attention in the area. Getting up, you moved over to the opposite side, running your fingertips along the smooth walls. It was just a simple corner, void of that special something. That something that you decided you were definitely going to set up as your photography corner. You smiled, trying to think of that instead of the foreboding unease that just wouldn’t leave you alone.

From behind you, Sukuna stood close, clawed hands reaching out to trace the outline of the nervous aura that you emitted despite your exterior calmness. When he brushed your neck, you jumped, whipping around, eyes wide.

Nothing.

But it was most definitely something, you rubbed the back of your neck, eyes darting around until you decided it was just a draft. Your walk toward the door was brisk though and if he'd known better, it almost seemed like you were in a hurry, as if you couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

The door creaked shut behind you.

. . .

“Have fun exploring?” Satoru asked as you bounded down the stairs, not even looking up from his phone. He decided not to tell you about the sudden sickness that overpowered him earlier instead deciding your bliss was something he didn’t want to ruin.

You nodded, expressing your excitement for the way you were going to set up your hobby station. You looked on the coffee table to see a box labeled Photography, in his sloppy scribble. Satoru looked up, catching your gaze.

“Before I go, I wanna get a picture of us,” When you raised a brow, he smiled before continuing.

“In your new pad. It’d be the first picture you take since the city and y’know, since I did most of the grunt work its the least I’m owed. Besides, by the time you get settled in, there’ll be photos scattered everywhere by next week,” You both laughed.

“Sure thing Toru,”

Another hour had passed after some coaxing to help you actually settle in. Satoru helped you place them where they belonged. Bags of cutlery, pots, pans and other kitchen ware were all sat upon the glass table in the dining room. You forgot how beautiful this area was, spacious and home-y for meal nights, which you were looking forward to. It was separated by an island, the other side made as a kitchen.

Your photography stuff and your clothing were taken upstairs to the room where it was placed on the desk.

“Isn’t this room amazing?” You beamed, arms spread wide as you stood in the center. Satoru stood in the doorway, looking everything but impressed. Something about the space bothered him, yet he couldn’t determine why. For you though, he smiled genuinely.

“Yeah, I think it it was made just for you,”

By the time you were done, exhaustion was heavy on you both. By now, the promised photo was long forgotten and you were on your porch, clinging onto your best friend in a tight embrace.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” He smiled, shaking his head as he once more expressed how early he had to be up for work. It was lucky he was in only the next town over, but it didn’t ease the lonely pit in your stomach as you watched him get into his car.

As Satoru drove away, his eyes glanced in the rearview mirror, watching as you waved him off. His attention wasn’t on you though, but on the looming presence of the house seeming to swallow your body.

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gowonders · 7 months

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then could you plz write reder sucking g!p kim lip or choerry off? 😭thank you!

absolutely ✊✊ i’ve been so crazy for kim lip lately it is insaaanneee!

minors dni with this !

notes: i haven’t written g!p before so i hope this is up to your standards😓 but this photo of lippie.. also first loona ask omg!! thank youuu anonie 😙

warnings: fem reader, fwb + softdom kim lip, oral (duh???), hair pulling, dacryphillia, not proofread, lmk if i missed any + eng is not my first language

how do you keep getting into these situations?

..which is a big thing you ask every time youre at her house, when she’s guiding your hands to the waistband of her pants, giving you a pleading look. and you already know what’s needed of you, after all, she’s been asking for these kinds of favors almost every time you’re together. and so, your fingers hook under the fabric, pulling her pants down, leaving her in her shirt and briefs. under you, you see kim lip giving you an eager smile, still guiding your hands to do more. you palm her over the thin fabric, pulling it down after a few seconds and watching her length spring against her stomach, the sight making your eyes widen. “nervous?” she teases with a chuckle, threading her hands through your hair. “you’ve done this so many times before, yn. you’re always nervous, but you always do so, so we’ll for me.” she says, thumb rubbing your cheek as she brings you closer to her length. “you’re right.. can i…?” you say, giving a small kiss to the tip, making her let out a soft whine as she nods, hand pushing your head down onto her, letting out a soft hiss as she does so.

it doesn’t matter who gives her head, nobody will ever compare to your pretty little throat, and it’s apparent in the way her hips thrust up into your mouth, making you choke, and god, she loves when you do that. “fuck, yn— you’re so-“ she cuts herself off with another whine, and her hips are still moving up into you, chasing her release as you just take her.

“goddddd i love you.. so good for me, yeah?” she says, hands gripping your hair and tugging it down, bringing your mouth further and further onto her cock, and you hum around her in response, which just makes her whine even more, tugging your hair to find any relief for how good you’re making her feel. the way the tip of her cock reaches your throat makes you gag, and small tears start to well in your eyes, and closing your eyes just make them run down your cheeks, and the sight has her rutting her hips into your mouth more than ever. “soooo pretty god… and the way you look when you cry, fuck—“ famous last words before her thick seed floods your throat, hips stuttering as she rides out her high, and she pulls out, almost all the way, but she taps her cock on your lips, admiring the way your saliva and her cum glistens on her length. “swallow for me?”

୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🥀

hope this was good enough for you, if anything i’ll rewrite it if you want me to !!!

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lycheedr3ams · 10 months

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500 Follower Event!!

I have 500 followers now, so I wanted to do a thank you celebration thing! My blog has grown so quickly in the last few weeks, and thank you to all of my followers (especially those who reblog)!

Send in any asks you may have! While I still don't allow anonymous asks, if you want your ask to be anonymous when I post it, lmk and i'll make it anonymous. I seriously don't judge anyone for what they might send!!!! and I'll write for just about anything (exceptions: non-con, pedophilia, piss kink, scat, cannibalism, similar things). Dub-con is okay! Please be sure to read the guidelines below!

Guidelines:

I prefer to write for Konig, but if I really like an ask for Ghost, I will write for him too! I don't write for anyone other than Konig and Ghost, I'm just not into any of the other COD men plz don't come for my throat.

I usually only write for she/her reader with female body parts. I love and support non-binary people, but it's just hard for me to write from a POV that i don't relate to. However, I do think I have a few guys following me, so if you'd like a Konig/Ghost x male reader, I'll try my best to do that since I know there's not much Konig/Ghost x male reader stuff out there.

I might not answer all asks right away depending on how many I get, but eventually I would like to get to all of them bc i just love doing them.

When submitting your ask, please include:

Category: angst, fluff, smut (combos are cool too)

if it's smut, be sure to reference my exceptions above

headcannon, drabble, or full fic

THANK YOU ALL AGAIN AND I LOOK FORWARD TO YOUR SUBMISSIONS!!! SERIOUSLY DON'T BE SCARED TO SUBMIT I DON'T JUDGE!!! (again if you wanna be anonymous on the actual post just lmk)

(photo credit: @ave661)

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vaal3nt1na · 10 months

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MEANT TO BE | nishimura riki x reader

eight — psychiatric ward

warnings — mentions of food and cursing plz lmk if i missed any!!

you nervously looked back at sunoo as you approached riki’s front door, your hand hovered over the door bell once you reached it. you weren’t entirely sure why you were so nervous, it could be because riki hates you, or maybe because it’s the first time going over to a boys house who you found attractive. maybe it was both of those reasons?

sunoo waved his hand at you, ushering you to ring the bell. you nodded before turning back to the door and quickly pressing the small button, you could faintly hear it.

you were too lost in thought to realize the door had been opened until a women’s voice called out. “hello”her voice was soft and oddly comforting, “oh hi, i’m here for niki” her mouth formed an o shape, “are you his girlfriend? your very pretty” she smiled kindly at you as she moved out of the way to let you in, you felt your cheeks heat up and butterflies swarm your stomach. you didn’t like the feeling especially since you knew you didn’t have feelings for him, “no, i’m here to work on a project we were partnered up for” you shook your head slightly, her eyes formed into crescents as she laughed at your response

“i’ll go get riki” she said before making her way upstairs.

a few minutes later she returned with riki behind her, “go start your project!” she shooed him from behind her.

you thought it’d be awkward talking with riki but conversation flowed easily between the both of you. sure it wasn’t like a conversation you’d have with anyone you were close with but it wasn’t awkward at all, not even when the conversation would die down so you could focus.

“riki!” his mom called from the kitchen, he muttered a quick, be right back, before disappearing into kitchen.

he returned a minute later with a tray of snacks and two cups. “i don’t know if your allergic to anything so there’s nothing with any peanuts or anything like that in any of it” he said as he carefully placed the tray down onto the glass table near the couch. “thank you” you smiled up at him, he only nodded as he felt heat rush up his neck as the image of your smile replayed in his head.

you’d been over for about half an hour, you had already planned what you were gonna build and how and were now working on the research section.

you were scrolling thru some website that had information on your topic before a ginger cat jumped onto your lap, walking all over your keyboard. “oh! hi” you smiled, picking the cat up and moving your laptop off to the side. riki watched as you talked to his cat, silently snapping a photo.

after you and riki played with the kittens for a while you decided it was time to leave, having been there for nearly 3 hours. sunoo came to pick you up and you stayed at his house for the night.

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onlyswan · 3 years

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meet me behind the mall | jjk

→ pairing: jungkook x f!reader

→ genre: smut sigh, fluff kinda

→ warnings: exhibitionism, public sex, dirty talk, slight ? degredation, calls her a slut once, fingering, handjob, oral (m. and f. receiving), choking, spitting, cum eating / swallowing, unprotected sex, facial (this term is so 😭) lmk if i miss anything plz

→ word count: 3.3k

summary: jungkook makes you live for the thrill of it all.

note: this was an impulsive write idk what possessed me today frends but have at it >_> semi proofread it’s 5am goodbyr

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it’s one of the things you first learned about him. jungkook loves taking photos. he loves capturing moments with a simple click of a camera. he finds an unexplainable comfort and bittersweet nostalgia in finding old photographs in his drawer, in his pockets, tucked in between the pages of his textbooks. it’s like finding little treasures all over the place, you can hear his voice in your head, can see the pretty twinkles of passion and fondness in his pretty doe eyes.

so when he told you all about the new photobooth at the arcade, followed by a text that simply said meet me behind the mall, you didn’t particularly imagine that you would end up in this position. you can see the shutter going off even though your eyelids are closed as jungkook’s tongue is basically shoved down your throat. your panties is pulled to the side and two of his fingers are thrusting in and out of your cunt, curling deliciously to stimulate your sweet spot that has your thighs shaking uncontrollably every fucking time.

how naive of you to think that your boyfriend spontaneously texted you at eight in the evening to meet up and simply take cute couple pictures in film. of course, you do have a fair share of scandalous photos, but they’re all conveniently stored and locked away in your phones. this is something entirely new and as embarrassing it is to admit, thrilling. yourself from one year ago never would’ve guessed what her future self is doing right now. how the desires in you can easily be fueled to life just by the trailing of jungkook’s fingers on the smoothness of your thighs, his lips nipping at your neck, or even the simple thought of having his cock filling you up to the brim.

you can’t help but to giggle against his mouth. all of your senses are heightened at this moment, your heart beating aggressively in your chest. he pulls away slightly but his gaze stays on your pink and swollen parted lips, drunk eyes taking in your disheveled state.

“what’s going in that pretty little mind of yours?” he smirks, thumb sneakily rubbing your clit. you try your best to hold out your moan but a broken whine comes out, your head throwing back against the wall of the limited space you’re both squeezed into. only a black curtain and an ‘occupied’ sign in red bold and capital letters separated you from the world outside, where games are being played by people of all ages; loud sound effects and songs from the 2000’s and 2010’s mixing into an ear numbing noise that can only be recognized from an arcade center; and tickets gathered are being exchanged for cute stationary items and trinkets.

“you’re so, so dirty.” you say to him, eyes rolling back as his fingers never let up on their toe curling pace, only making you lose your inhibitions and self-control more than anything else. you clench around them involuntarily, drenching his hand with your juices. “was this your plan all along?”

your eyes widen in shock when the sound of his palm slapping your bare cunt filled the booth, the stinging pain registering in your mind next. “are you fucking crazy? someone might hear!” you whisper angrily at him, but his dark and blown out eyes made you shrink back in your seat. his intimidating, and almost condescending, expression have you gushing against his hand that is now petting your pussy to soothe the pain he inflicted.

“watch your mouth. you and this fucking skimpy dress are the only ones dirty here. you know what this shit does to me.” he smiles at you sweetly. “are you sure this was my plan? are we playing mind games here, baby girl?” his hand comes down from your face to play with the cloth of your blue dress, the other thrusting two of his fingers in you again, then adding another. the stretch has you gripping tightly on his shirt, not having anything else to hold on to.

“fuck, ahhh- jungkook. don’t stop.” god, you are dripping all over, your wetness staining your seat. it makes your cheeks flush in shame.

“just wanted to look pretty for you, i-is all.” you mewl at him, blinking innocently. the camera is not forgotten by jungkook. in fact, it’s one of the things getting him more riled up. the almost blinding light of the flash shines on your soft skin, and the sweat that has formed on your temples and your neck. your pupils are blown and eyelids drooping caused by the pleasure he is giving you. it’s visible how difficult it is for you to keep in all your noises from the people outside the damn curtain when you’re so lost in the feeling of his fingers inside of you. all because of him. your fucked out state got jungkook gritting his teeth, his dick twitching inside his pants. jesus christ, you get him so fucking turned on and desperate for it without even trying. your beauty is seductive and enchanting and effortless. there is no point in hiding how crazy he is for you.

“my pretty girl. you dressed yourself all nice for me?” he presses a chaste kiss on your lips, before he wraps his hand around your throat, pressing at the right places just enough to make your mind all fuzzy. “i’m such a lucky man. i love you so much.”

your eyes roll back at the back of your head at the all consuming feeling taking over senses. you don’t think you can answer correctly if ever someone asks for your name or the colors of the goddamn traffic signs. “y-yeah, for you, of course. love you so much.”

he gives you a satisfied hum, moving down to squeeze one of your breasts with his large hand before pinching your nipple from outside the cotton of your dress. “mhmm, holy fuck. you’re always so sensitive. so easy to please. am i making you feel good?” you don’t know how he can act so casual while you’re basically falling apart in his hands, but for some sick reason, it stirs up the arousal in your belly even more.

“y-yes, kook, i’m so close, please, please, please,” you cry out desperately, tears forming at the corner of your eyes as you squeeze his fingers with your walls uncontrollably. “wait, ohhh, stop. stop. i can’t cum here. i- it’s gonna be a mess, this is so embar- fuck, jungkook!” your squeal dies down in your throat when your boyfriend kneels on the ground and starts sucking your clit in his mouth as his fingers inside of you became more aggressive, hitting all the right places that makes you see stars behind your eyelids. you cover your mouth with your hand to muffle your desperate and whiny sounds, suddenly becoming aware of where the two of you are right now.

you grip his hair with your hands to steady yourself and unconsciously grind your cunt against his face, his eager tongue doing very sinful things for the sole purpose of making you come undone. he pulls you closer to the edge with his strong arm so he can have better access, eating you out like a man feasting on the divine food of the gods. divine. that’s one perfect word to describe you.

he flicks your clit teasingly before wrapping his pink and plump lips around it again. the overwhelming sight almost makes you want to burst into tears. “hmm, cum for me, baby.” your body jerks in his hold, his words of permission acting as the trigger for your orgasm. he drinks you up greedily, his tongue replacing his fingers’ place in fucking into you, letting you ride out your high.

he comes up to kiss you, making you taste yourself in his mouth. you can even feel his wet chin. you moan against him when two fingers dip inside you again, and then he’s having you suck on them almost too enthusiastically. you’re still in a daze from your release, and with jungkook, you’re basically down for anything and everything. you open your eyes to meet his, and if you aren’t already fucked out with his fingers choking you, his hooded eyes will have reduced you into a blabbering mess.

“you’re always so good to me.” he says with a raspy voice. he takes out his fingers and wipes it on his shirt before pulling you in for another kiss. “let’s get out of here so i can fuck you properly like my girl deserves, okay?” you nod meekly, trying to hide your excitement. he fixes you up to make you look presentable enough to walk in public, combing your hair with his fingers and straightening out your dress.

“can’t forget these. don’t want anyone else seeing you like this. it’s for my eyes only.” he gathers all the developed films from the booth, facing you with a teasing smile.

“for your eyes only.” you agree, looking up at him. you open the small backpack you brought along with you and he stuffs them all inside mindlessly, his cock still straining painfully in his pants and he might just lose his mind if he’s still not inside of your pussy in the next five minutes.

“can’t walk properly,” you whine out once you step out of the booth, your boyfriend supporting you by the waist.

“sorry, baby.” he presses an apologetic kiss on your temple. “but i’m not done with you yet.” he really doesn’t give a fuck if anyone heard the both of you at all, but he knows that you’re starting to worry, so he makes sure that you keep your eyes on him as you walk your way out of the place.

“are we going to your place? or mine?” you ask once you get out, the cool air of the mall embracing you. you shiver lightly. your boyfriend doesn’t respond, but when he starts dragging you towards the movie theater that is just beside the arcade, you realize the answer to your question.

“jungkook, really?” you hiss at him, but don’t make any efforts to stop him as he leads you to the restrooms.

“i’m so fucking hard right now, babe. i can’t wait anymore.” they’re about to close up in an hour, so the place is basically deserted. but still, you can’t believe what you’re about to do right now. he peeks in the women’s and once he made sure it’s clear, you go in to the farthest cubicle.

“damn woman,” his throaty chuckle makes your center throb again as you immediately pull down his sweatpants along with his boxers, his big cock slapping against his stomach. you lick a stripe from his balls up to his tip, then gathering saliva in your mouth and letting it drip down his length. his breathing gets heavier at the sight of doing such a filthy action without him asking you to. he strokes your cheek as you jack him off and give his head kitten licks, your spit acting as an effective lube.

“put it in your mouth now, baby.” he says softly, grasping your hair to guide your mouth on his cock. “choke on it, yeah?” you hum in submission to his request, relaxing your throat to take in as much of him as you can. you start to bob your head up and down to get used to the feeling, your hand still wrapped around the few inches left.

“fuck, you look so pretty like this. i’ve been thinking about it all day.” his confession made you all warm inside. you’ve always wondered how you managed to become his girlfriend. sometimes, it feels to good to be true. knowing the effect you have on him even when you’re not around made you even more determined to blow his damn mind. to be the only star of his wildest dreams.

you go down on him until your nose reach his pubic area, carefully breathing out through it. “oh my god, that’s my girl.” he thrusts his hip forward and holds your head down in place, making you choke on him like he wanted to. his moans sends tingles to your pussy and you rub your thighs together in a pitiful attempt to relieve yourself of some pressure. he lets you breathe in some air before you take him in your mouth again, swallowing around his length as you move your head up and down.

“ohhh, fuck. your mouth is s-so warm. you like this huh? sucking me off outside our rooms for the first time?” he can’t help but to move his hips as well, instinctively following your mouth. your moans vibrate on his dick, and he hisses at the added sensation. “and you called me what? so, so dirty? turns out you’re just as fucking filthy, baby.” and there it is again, the mischievous smile on his face that makes your knees (that you’re sure will be bruising soon enough) weak. you know that he’s right. you can’t help but to whimper around him when you feel wetness drip from your hole. you want to touch yourself so bad but your hands on your boyfriend’s flexing muscular thighs are what’s keeping you steady and grounded.

“ohh- ah, fuck fuck fuck! are you fucking kidding me?” his body jerks when you take all of him and stay still, contracting your throat around him and massaging his balls in your small and soft hand. his brain goes on a frenzy at the waves of pleasure rippling in his body, sweat rolling down his temples and abdomen working hard to stop himself from cumming down your throat. “s-shit, stop it, stop it, stop, i’m gonna blow my load.”

you pull him out with a pop, hand gripping his base to keep his orgasm at bay. his glassy eyes meet your own, and you give him a wink. “are you gonna fuck me now?”

a shiver runs up jungkook’s spine. “you’re so fucking hot. come here.” he helps you get up and snakes his tongue in your mouth, pinning you on the other side of the cubicle. his hand sneaks in under your dress to cup your center, groaning against your mouth when he felt how wet you are. “shit, you’re soaking. did you get this turned on by sucking my dick?”

“really turned on. i love blowing you.” you twirl a strand of his hair around your finger, blinking up at him with a smile.

“you’re actually killing me here.” he chuckles, squeezing your ass and pulling you close to grind himself on you. he drags down your panties until you step out of them, throwing it on top of your backpack. he tucks your hair behind your ear and whispers. “jump.” you obey, wrapping your legs around his waist.

he pumps his cock a few times before teasingly running the tip along your wet folds, a nudge on your clif making you moan quietly. “put it in, please. jungkook? i’ve been good, right?”

“shhh, i got you.”

you hold on to his neck tightly as you let yourself succumb to the pleasure. it’s amazing how you can feel so stretched out from the very beginning, only his tip yet breaching your walls. you never really got used to it. “you’re so big, kook.” you cry out against his shoulder as he sinks his entire length into you. your praise inflates his ego. he lets you adjust for a moment, peppering kisses along your neck and shoulder.

when you gave him the signal, he begins thrusting into you, gradually picking up to a rough and unforgiving pace he knows you like. the lewd squelching sounds of your connected sex filled the empty room.

“sh-should’ve done this sooner. ahh fuck, why does this feel so good?” you’re out of your mind. you can’t remember a time you felt this horny. and to be brutally honest, he’s fucking you dumb right now. you can feel every ridge of his cock in you, can feel his tip furiously and consistently stimulating the spot in you that has you writhing in his arms, that along with his pelvis grinding against your clit each time he fucks back into you.

“jesus, are you hearing yourself right now? you like doing it outside with me, baby?”

“yes, yes! oh, harder, please. m-more, i’m close again.” you sob out, biting on his shoulder to cover your cries.

“can’t believe i got myself a filthy little slut here.” he shakes his head in mock disbelief, adjusting his hold on you and fucking you with a much fiercer drive to make you cream on his cock this time. “f-fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.” he breathes out a laugh followed by a broken moan, your soft walls enveloping him in your wamth. “cum when you need to, hmm? you’ve been so good to me.”

you mutter countless thank you’s mixed with your moans and whimpers, the pleasure getting too much to bear. you throw your head back as you orgasm on your boyfriend’s cock, clenching around him uncontrollably as he fucks you through it, desperate to reach his own high. your juices drip down to his balls, and it makes him crazier. he takes the opportunity create marks on your neck, sucking and biting red and purple on your skin.

it’s not long before overstimulation takes place, but you don’t complain, not when it feels this good. another orgasm hits you, not as intense as the first two, but it still got you seeing stars and your body shaking against the wall.

“did you just cum again? oh god, fucking shit. i’m there- so fucking close. you feel so- oh, so good. love you. love you a lot.”

“i want to swallow your cum.” your voice is barely there, but jungkook hears you just fine. he almost chokes on his own spit upon registering your words in his brain. without wasting any time, he sets you down on the floor and you kneel infront of him, mouth open and tongue out.

he jacks himself off while you generously lick at his frenulum, looking up at him expectantly. the sight of you all eager and impatient for his cum finally triggers his release, aiming for your tongue but some still landing on your cheeks and chin as he’s too overwhelmed and shaken to see straight. you swallow happily, licking the rest from your fingers.

“god, i love you.” he says quietly, pulling you up from the floor and embracing you, but you wiggle out of his grasp.

“love you too but gross, gross, gross. i need to go home and shower.” you whine out, twirling as you try and fix your appearance again.

“not you acting like a brat once you got what you wanted.” he pinches your waist jokingly. he takes tissue from the dispenser to clean up the wetness that dripped down all the way to your thighs, being the loving boyfriend that he is.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you pout at him. “i’m so tired and gross. i hate you.”

“are you asking for it again?”

“no, i swear to god. you owe me a bubble bath and a massage.”

“okay, fine. my place then.” he gives up, shaking his head with a laugh at your change of mood. “i love you. can i get a kiss then?”

you tiptoe to reach him, slightly pulling him down by the collar of his shirt to give him a smooch. “i love youuu.”

once you both make yourself presentable (again) to the best of your abilities, you head out of the restroom first. you notice the cashier at the popcorn place eyeing you suspiciously, especially when jungkook comes out to meet you a few minutes later. you hide yourself behind him in shame.

you walk out of the mall with his hand over your shoulder, yours on his waist. you look at him questioningly when he covers your neck with more of your hair. “maybe i made a little too much.” he winces apologetically.

“we are never doing that again.” you sigh, your legs still feeling weak but you will yourself to make it all the way to the parking lot.

“what? you said you liked it!”

“it was during the moment. i was delirious.”

jungkook rolls his eyes. “you’re lying. let’s see, because that’s also what you said the first time we tried choking.”

“jungkook! shut up!”

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note: i never know how to finish these runs and hides

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briarshq · 3 years

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all the symbols plz

Send me ☺ for a loving/affectionate text

briar: i just got you something from one of the stores bc i couldn’t leave it. it’s just the most you think i’ve ever seen. lmk when i can come over and drop it off. briar (unsend): maybe i just want to see you....

Send me ☾ for a drunk text

briar: im horny nd u r not herew briar: whr r u

Send me ♥ for a sexual/naughty text

briar: just got my nails done for you babe.... briar: -sends photo-

ps. pls pretend it’s not rainbow nails. it’s not her style but i needed to make the innuendo work fdhskjhaj. if u know u know.

Send me ✧ for a friendly text

briar: do you have a top i could use? i lost my bikini top. i desperately need one.

Send me ☼ for a morning text

briar: rise and shine sunshine. the world is waiting for us. see you at the buffet?

Send me ?? for a strange/vague text

briar: why are veterinarians not named dogtors?

Send me ⇧ for a stressed text

briar: i have so much fucking homework to do. of course they would swamp me up with papers the week we’re in fucking cartagena. like... bitch please! as if i’m going to even attempt it. but fucking mrs thompson. she ruined my weekend.

Send me ► for a text not meant for you

briar: no mom. i’m not pregnant. why are you even asking?

Send me ✚ for a random text

briar: imagine if you could drop your body off at the gym and pick it up when it’s done briar: talk about goals, right?

#dang son u did that #text meme #eleanorffs

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demigodtrash-butmakeitgay · 4 years

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Okay idk if this has been done but i has this idea early in the morning so here it is! Lmk if it’s been done lol.

Heather by Conan Gray Miraculous Ladybug Animatic!! I’m not an artist but if someone did this i’d be so happy! :)

Basically it takes place at the end of season three with Lukanette and Adrigami. Marinette mad Adrien a sweater and he lets her borrow it. then something happens... she gets upset and goes to visit Luka.

while the music in the beginning starts we see Marinette in Luka’s room. “Are you okay?” Luka asks. “Yeah..” Marinette responds. “Let me play you a song.” Luka starts to play along with the song inside Marinette’s heart. It seems familiar to him and then he starts to sing. We have a flashback as Luka sings-

I still remember,

Third of December

Me in your sweater

You said it looked better

On me than it did you

Marinette being all cute and happy, wearing the sweater she made for Adrien. Him complementing her and letting her wear it.

Only if you know

How much I liked you

More daydreaming and looking at photos of Adrien, then skip to a different day. She gave the sweater back.

But I watch your eyes as she walks by

What a sight for

Sore eyes

Brighter than a

Blue sky

She’s got you

Mesmerized

While I die

Enter Kagami. Adrien gives her the sweater. She smiles. Marinette watches, heartbroken and runs to the nearest bathroom.

Why would you ever kiss me?

I’m not even half as pretty

Marinette talking to herself in the bathroom. She gets herself together and leaves. Little does she know that Chloé was in the stall behind her, and she feels awful for her.

“You gave her your sweater?”

Marinette asks faking a smile.

“It’s just polyester,”

Adrien replies like it’s nothing.

“But you like her better...”

Marinette mumbles. “What did you say?” Adrien asks. “Nothing... I- I have to go...” He notices somethings wrong but then is distracted by Kagami holding up his phone. We can make out a few pictures of certain Ladybug on them. He grabs his phone back, embarrassed.

I wish I were Heather [Kagami]

Thought bubble with “I wish I were Kagami”

Watch as she stands with you

Holding her hand

Put your arm ‘round her shoulder

Now I’m getting colder

Exactly what it says. All while Marinette watches.

But how could I hate her?

She’s such an angel

But then again

Kinda wish she were dead

Sad Marinette face

As she walks by

What a sight for

Sore eyes

Brighter than a

Blue sky

She’s got you

Mesmerized

While I die

Kagami and Adrien forehead kiss because I love things that hurt me. Marinette runs to see Alya.

“Why would you [he] ever kiss me?

I’m not even half as pretty”

Marinette cries to Alya

“You [He] gave her your [the] sweater?”

“It’s just poleyester”

Marinette nods miserably.

“But you [he] likes her better

I wish I were Heather [Kagami]”

Oh I wish I were Heather

Oh, oh, I wish I were Heather

Marinette runs off. She doesn’t know where she’s going but she doesn’t care. She runs and runs until she’s out of breath.

Why would you ever kiss me

I’m not even half as pretty

You gave her your sweater

It’s just polyester

But you like her better

Finally Marinette looks up to see she’s arrived at the dock with a familiar boat. She knocks on the door.

I wish I were-

“Marinette?” Luka asks.

END

ITS A LOOP AND I LOVE THIS IDEA SM SOMEONE DO THIS PLZ 😭😭😭

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xxxlxrnxxx · 5 years

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Scene babies LMK

What do you use to edit your photos, all mine look blank without some cute gifs or somethingz!

Tell me how to master the art of scenecore plz ;;; - ;;;

#scenegirl #scenecore #scene kid #emo girl #emocore #emo #emo aesthetic #kawaii #me #asthetic

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secndlife · 3 years

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karol!!! happy belated bday!! i hope you had the most wonderful celebration 🥳🥳🥳

you have excellent taste in choreos bc all of those are my faves too! i would also add home;run probs, but FALLIN FLOWER!!! genuinely one of the best, if not THE best, choreos ever. i am obsessed 😭

love your kiss marry kill choices (lowkey would do the same, just switch cheol and soonyoung lol)

so i love LOVE the whole city girl/boy in the country so ngl would love to see you vibe w vernon in a rice paddy LOL

i'm glad you liked the movie question!! cheol in an action movie plz (i spent like an hour saving photos of him in sleeveless shirts bye). why do i see him bickering w his partner while on a mission but also maybe...flirting????

PLZ JEONGHAN THAT ENERGY!!! goes back to what you said abt how you can mold him so easily, but that concept is PERFECT! 10/10 would read if you ever decide to write smth like that 👀

jihoon musical yes plz! speaking of hsm, this is totally off topic, but i rewatched hsm and they rly didn't give Kelsey any lines in the 2nd one 💔 maybe like 3...anyways.

seokmin romcom YES. BOY NEXT DOOR!?!?!?! omg i love these answers. i've never seen no reservations, but i watched the trailer and i see it for mingyu!

minghao indie vibes -- so true. like so so so true. one of those like A24 films or smth! thought provoking, emotional type movies

i think for me, i would rly love to see jun in a sad romance, idk silent boarding gate gave me some ideas but jun actor would be fun :(( there's this taiwanese movie i like called our times, and i think cheol would be fun as like hsu taiyu (think: bad boy, but actually soft and very smart)

oh! and before i forget, if you'd like to make a playlist for me (i think that's the next mission?), i am open to almost anything! i'm not super picky, it can be top faves or maybe an mmf sequel playlist or whatever you'd like :) i love discovering new music so, if that's something you have time for and would like to do, i'd love to see your recs! lmk if you want more specific parameters or smth lol, but just thought i'd keep it pretty open for now!

(sorry this ended up being longer than i expected ashdjfkglglh)

- 🍳

HI BESTIE IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO RESPOND

thank you 🥺🥺🥺 i had great celebrations thank you 🥺

OMG!!! CHOREO TWINS!!!! fallin flower is literally one of the prettiest choreos i've ever seen, really. the formations and everything GOD IT'S BREATHTAKING!!!!!!!! home;run is fun too!

i mean cheol IS husband material but i think we would clash too much :/// AND HONESTLY soonyoung is a great choice for kill like have you seen his mfucking lips????? literally the prettiest lips ever!!!!!!

AKLSDJALSDJAKD PLS I'M THEE CITY GIRL AKSDHJASKDJHASDK vernon lets go !!!!

the movie question was so creative really your brain !!! so big !! and yes cheol suits action movies a lot he is so buff pls sir! and YES! HE WOULD FLIRT SO MUCH!!!!!! i mentioned the killers but also something like this is war would be so good!

for jeonghan MAYBE WHO KNOWS but i think this whole dynamic is perfect for him. imagine like when he REALIZES the way it hits him aklsdjalkdjskld

JIHOON MUSICAL KING LETS GO and kelsey pls she was so underrated i was happy that they gave her a bit more space on 3 but she is literally responsible for everything so she deserved better !!!!

PLEASE SEOKMIN SUITS BOY NEXT DOOR VIBES SO MUCH LIKE THAT KIND KIND NEIGHBOOR THAT IS JUST SO CUTE AND KINDA SHY NEAR YOU AND THAT SINGS ALL DAY LONG AND YOU JUST 🥺🥺 urghghasdasdh !!!! seok best boy! and yes no reservations mingyu especially as the male lead is like. WARM. you know. and hao indie king like those movies that would only show in small cinemas aklsdjalksdj

jun omg yes!!!!!!! silent boarding gate ://////// i watched the trailer for our times it seems so fun!!!!! i added to my watching list. and you know who i think can also suit this idea? wonu!!!

OK SO I MADE TWO PLAYLISTS !!!!

the s in svt stands for serotonin: kinda self explanatory? svt songs that make me generally happy and that i listen to when i'm in a good mood

karol's recent replays: 10 songs that i've been listening to a lot recently in no particular order!

I HOPE YOU LIKE THEM AND THAT YOU'VE BEEN DOING GOOD!!!!!!! MWAH!!!!

#🍳 anon

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