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#these teasers had me screaming and crying#i love these so much#disney d23#d23#Disney#the little mermaid#percy jackson#pjo#disney plus#pls don't fuck these up Disney pls
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I'm so tired of people complaining about the new little mermaid movie like please shut up
#i don't take if it's forced inclusion if it scientifically speaking would make more sense if ariel was white or fucking translucent#like please shut up you're giving me a migraine#the girl's black get over it#at this point i just hope the movie be decent and not one of those many many shitty remakes Disney has been making#if this one works can we have a princess and the frog one? i would kill to see that movie#pls tiana is my favorite princess i need this
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#bc good things (🙄) come in three im now wondering if this is a haha im in danger. gif moment 😔😔😔#I was talking with a frirnd/classmate I go home with on the state of things and the topic of living abroad came up#she was like (my friends sister has moved to usa and her kids is having gay things shoved down her throat at school#+her teacher doesn't see any thi v wrong with this the kid has classmates with two mums or two dads they see gay pda down the street#+I wouldn't be able to move there bc of this) I tried going (idc as long it's kit affecting me) and through grinder teeth (ill make sure to#teach my kid right if that's the case) and she brings up Disney so I go (Disney is an immoral company before doing these things) and to#tell the truth I'm many things but I can never bring myself to outright condemn which I fear will one day fuck me up last friend who I saw#movies with pls don't be homophobic too pls I'm on my knees here but it truly came out from no where did not expect these topics tonight#personal
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castle on the hill // lando norris
summary: young and in love, with money to burn, lando treats his girlfriend to the winter disney trip she’s always wanted.
pairing: lando norris x youtuber! reader
guys ignore that it says receptors where it’s supposed to say recipes in one of the tweets I have no idea how that happened 😭
landonorris and y/ntube just updated their stories!
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y/ntube walking in a winter wonderland
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maxfewtrell please tell me that you made lando buy a pair of mickey ears
-> y/ntube tackiest ones I could find, sending u pics rn
-> landonorris blocked (i love you and I would wear the tackiest mickey ears in the park just to see you smile)
yourbestfriend marry me pls
-> y/ntube my heart is yours (just do not tell lando under any circumstances)
user god how do i find a lando?
user queen I think u dropped ur crown
user leave ur boyfriend for me queen 🥺😏
-> landonorris no
-> y/ntube double no (sorry love, i hope you find someone who cherishes u!)
y/ntube just updated her story!
landonorris just posted!
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landonorris i walked with you once upon a dream
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y/ntube guys i cannot make this up, lando is currently being chased around by a mickey mouse actor who wants his autograph but lando thinks this is some kind of "five nights at freddy's shit"
->riabish lando knows that they're just actors in suits, right?
-> y/ntube honestly sometimes i doubt that...he was very starstruck meeting peter parker
-> mclaren so are we expected to keep the mariachi skeletons out of the garage in mexico?
maxfewtrell if she's wearing mickey ears and eating a mickey cookie, does it become cannibalism?
maxverstappen1 lando norris in mickey mouse ears . . . never thought i would see the day
-> landonorris don't get used to it. you will never see it again
y/ntube all jokes aside, i love you darling
-> landonorris i love you too, my darling darling girl.
-> danielricciardo god he used the words 'darling darling girl', he only ever does that when he's horny, you guys know there are children here, right?
user lmao lando is getting fucking DESTROYED in his own comments section
-> landonorris unfortunately thats not new
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Hello hello!
I'm here to make my first official request during my time on tumblr!
All i can think about is going to Disneyland with wilbur (heavily inspired by the Tom Simon's channel 🫢) and the rest of them and being apart of that video.
Like buying wilbur ears and having Tommy gagging at all the couple antics going on and Phil cheering wil on. Wilbur surprising you with a Disneyland sweatshirt and promoting Disney instead of Tommy's merch that was coming out of the time.
I hope all is well for you and I love your latest
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Pure Love And Disney Sweaters
In which- a certain "child" wants attention, but you have the most important eyes
A/n: I'm going to try my best fucking hardest to make your first request a really good one. I haven't watched in ages so I'm going to try my hardest to rewatch it. I'm tired pls don't bully me
Chapter info: Swearing, kissing, Tommy wanting attention, Wilbur making silly little jokes at you, fear of rollercoasters, Phil being a darling, Kristin also being a darling, Tommy being a shithead, mention of passing out, mention of panic attacks, mention of throwing up. It's funny because I actually didn't rewatch the vid, and this is all over the place (i'm sad that I didn't include the quirked up white boy thing or the stubble)
Pronouns: None (You/Yours)
Masterlist:
You got so excited when Tommy told you that he was going to Disneyland for a new vlog. You were ecstatic at the idea as you'd never been to Disneyland before, jumping around in your seat. Wilbur heard your little cheers from the room over, and when he peered in, you were spinning your chair around. You yelped when you saw him in the doorway, a fond smile spread across his face.
The very first thing you did upon finding out was ramble to Wilbur about how excited you are, followed by packing. Tom said he got tickets for everyone's flights (you doubt it) and created a groupchat with everyone who was going, made up of Phil, Kristin, Tommy, Wilbur and you.
'Fair group' you thought. But oh my you were wrong.
The entire flight, Tommy was playing his DS, but as soon as Wilbur pulled out his 'You can rest your head on my shoulder move', Tommy was at it with the teasing.
"Oh Wilbur, how could you ignore me?" "How come Y/n gets to rest their head on your shoulder and I don't?" followed by him throwing his head on Wil's shoulder.
And it didn't stop until you finally reached the hotel. The constant teasing and poking fun dying down once you were both laying down on the bed, nuzzled against each other, and tired after a long day full of Tommy.
"Sweetheart?" Wilbur spoke into the silence of the room, snapping you from your anticipation for the day to come.
"Yes?" You rested your head in the crook of his shoulder and neck.
He paused for a moment, contemplating his next words, whispering "I love you" cheekily before turning away from you and curling into a ball.
You reefed on his pajama shirt, getting him to roll back over to cuddle you, the cold of the room finally finding its way under the sheets without your boyfriends arms around you. Complying, you were once again peaceful with the weight of his arms resting on your sides.
And soon enough, you were awake nice and early (against your will, blame Tommy), brushing your hand through Wilbur's curls, and getting ready for the day. An hour passed and you ran down the stairs to the lobby, stuffing up your sweater, and finding a seat next to Kristin.
"How come males always take forever to get ready when their is something important going on?" you whispered to Kristin, before leaning back and smiling cheekily.
"I think it should be the other way around, dear," She replied and laughed quietly.
All of a sudden, you let out a squeal as a warm pair of arms engulf you, followed by a forced weight and a yelp from a familiar boy.
"Ow, Tommy!" You exclaimed, the boy throwing himself down next to Phil.
Arriving at Disneyland, Tommy immediately wanted to go on "Space Mountain", and begged and begged Wilbur to take him over there, him declining each time
And then he got ganged up on by a bunch of presumably eight year olds who could pull the sword out of the stone, bullying Tommy for not being able to pull it out. You had to drag him away from it, all the while Wil was spouting false history facts about the building the group was approaching.
Later, you and Wilbur sat on a bench outside a ride while Phil and Tommy went on a rollercoaster together, and Kristin was getting food for everyone, even though you had offered to go with her. You were talking about how you had never been to Disneyland and how this entire experience was made all the better just by him being by your side. You weren't aware, but he was staring at your face and the excitement plastered over it, admiring you until you turned to him.
"I love you" you whispered, in which you broke him out of his trance.
"I love you too, forever and always, my love," he spoke sincerely, and you saw the genuine emotions behind his eyes.
Que the gag from Tommy and the exchanged smiles between Phil as Wilbur leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.
"Oh fuck off Tommy, you attention-seeking ass" your boyfriend teased, and pulled a small giggle from your lips.
"IT'S YOUR TURN ON THE ROLLERCOASTER, LOVEBIRDS!" Tommy yelled, and your eyes widened in fear. You hated rollercoasters.
A hand was placed upon your shoulder, and you were led into the ride with Wilbur, waiting nervously in line. You weren't ready for the roller coaster, not at all.
"Wilbur, please. I really don't want to do this. I'm terrified of rollercoasters," You begged, desperately wanting to avoid this, scared you'll pass out, have a panic attack or throw up.
"Okay, you head back out to Kristen and I'll get Tommy to come with me for forcing you on here," He laughed, and you quickly walked back out to Kristen and Phil. Thankfully, it was the last ride they were going on for the day, so you three walked back out the front and ordered an uber for when Wilbur and Tommy get back.
But little did you know, Wilbur had bought you a Disney sweater, and surprised you with it when you got back to the hotel. And he was met with a big, warm hug from you and kisses peppered across his face.
And the best part of the day for him? Watching you smile in your sleep, engulfed in the blue fabric of the sweater, accompanied by your sweet noises in your sleep.
#wilbur soot#wilbur soot imagine#wilbur x reader#wilbur#wilbur soot x reader#wilbur soot fic#wilbur soot fluff#wilbur fluff#100 follower event#100 followers#event#follower milestone
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don't go insane | pjm + jjk
Jungkook's friends warned him not to go looking for Thirteen, Seoul's most prolific "pleasure dealer."
↳ pairing: incubus!jimin x human!jungkook
↳ rating/genre: BTS | 18+ | strangers to lovers | fantasy | angst | smut
↳ wc/date: 3.9k | November 2023
↳ warnings: idk if this is dead dove or just shitty but maybe don't read this if you're sensitive to problematic characters, alcohol, strip club, jimin is sort of a drug dealer, humans who have sex with incubi can become addicted, codependency, dry humping, shower masturbation, unprotected anal sex, anal sex without prep, painful sex (but consensual aside from the whole addiction thing???), blood, pain kink, degradation, humiliation, jungkook has issues i'm ngl, jimin also has issues sdhkfjs
↳ notes: this was written for @irishhorse-blog for the halloween drabbles (ik i'm late but halloween is a lifestyle, not a season) who was interested in jikook! this probs went in a totally different direction than you'd ever imagine 💀 idk what i was thinking while writing this, as usual. pls don't @ me jhsdkfjs bye🦇 unfortunately, i couldn't figure out who the original person was who made the jimin edit so shout out to them, whoever they are
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↳ what was jai listening to? don't go insane - dpr ian
The bouncer looks over Jungkook’s ID for too long. He shines his mini flashlight at the plastic and watches how the shimmery symbols reflect in the light as if to say, I’m real, please believe me, and Jungkook watches with clammy palms splayed against the sides of his thighs. The denim of his jeans soaks up the moisture as he subtly rubs his hands along the seams like it matters if he’s sweaty. No one will be shaking hands with him tonight, and if everything goes according to plan, he’ll be sweaty for another reason.
That is, if he actually makes it inside the club before it closes.
His ID is real, but Jungkook has an “angel-baby face,” as Hoseok calls it. It doesn’t matter that he has hole-punched his face to slip silver rings wherever he can. According to his roommate, round cheeks and eyes pulled straight from a Disney movie are enough to slam Jungkook face-first into the land of perpetual childhood.
“Alright,” the bouncer reluctantly shoves Jungkook’s ID back into his hands and motions toward the door with his flashlight.
Jungkook hears one of the clubbers behind him groan, “Fucking finally,” but he’s too giddy to pay them any mind. He tries to keep calm as he slips through the doors, focusing on walking purposefully rather than skipping with anticipation.
He’s getting way too ahead of himself. A plan is in place, and Jungkook is determined to follow it. Straying from the plan, well, he doesn’t want to think about what that might mean for him.
For a strip club, Ego is far less seedy than Jungkook anticipated. The club is dark enough to give patrons a false sense of anonymity necessary for men to comfortably sit back in black satin chairs and let their tongues hang out of their mouths as male dancers gyrate in front of their faces. There are patrons of other genders, as well, but Jungkook thinks the men are the most afraid. They take their pleasure in the dark because it’s safe. Only the occasional strobe light of pink and gold casting a sugary glow across everyone’s faces breaks the facade, and even then, the effects are minute.
Jungkook thinks he has gathered this much about the club and its patrons by the time he eases into a barstool and sips on his overly-priced cosmopolitan. It’s the only fancy alcoholic beverage he knows of that isn’t dark liquor.
If this were a regular night out with Hoseok and his other friends, Jungkook would be throwing back tequila shots or sipping on a vodka cran. Rather than wear a nice black buttoned shirt and slacks, Jungkook would be sporting baggy cargo pants and an oversized t-shirt.
The thought that this isn’t just one of his regular Saturday nights reminds Jungkook that he should be nervous. And, fuck, he is. The back of his neck is hot, and a sweaty imprint is left behind when he lifts his hand from the black marble bar counter. It fades eventually, but it’s there.
He tells himself as he flags down the bartender that after one more drink, he’ll be ready. He can’t get too drunk; he needs his wits about him.
In the end, Jungkook is lucky that he’s only on his second drink, or else he wouldn’t have noticed the very thing he came to the bar to find.
Behind the bartender’s ear, half obscured by his mint green hair, is a small tattoo of an inverted pentagram with a dagger running through the middle. Jungkook’s heart kicks up in his chest, practically launching him over the counter. Three words are all he needs to speak. Three words. Three words. Three words.
“Um,” Jungkook begins, hearing the insecurity bleeding through his tone.
Shit.
“Would you like another drink, sir?” the bartender asks with a raised eyebrow and an airiness to his voice that catches Jungkook off guard.
Three words, three words, three words, it’s only three words.
Swallowing thickly, Jungkook straightens his posture and looks the incubus dead in the eyes as he says, “I summon Thirteen.”
Jungkook doesn’t know why he does it. There are so many reasons why he shouldn’t. Hoseok laid them all out for him before Jungkook ran off to Ego with his phone on Do Not Disturb and his heart in his throat.
For starters, it’s illegal.
Jungkook gets nervous about simply returning his past-due library books. How would he survive jail? Or even if he doesn’t go to jail, he’ll at least get a hefty fine thrown at him and a mark on his record. That’s enough to make him want to start crying just thinking about it.
Then there are the dangers, which explains why this is so illegal.
Jungkook doesn’t believe in it– he thinks it’s all discriminatory rumors and exaggerations. Incubus or not, they’re just a person. How could sex with a person be dangerous? Sure, there’s the supposed high, but Jungkook just can’t see how it’s possible to become addicted to a person.
Take the vampire blood epidemic currently sweeping the nation. Jungkook understands that. Humans ingesting vampire blood for the hallucinatory high that comes with it, that type of addiction makes sense; it’s consumable, tangible.
To be addicted to a person sounds fake.
For a brief moment, as the mint-haired bartender leads Jungkook through a series of backdoors marked “EMPLOYEES ONLY,” Jungkook thinks perhaps Thirteen is fake, too. Maybe this mint-haired bartender is going to kill him for being fool enough to believe in Thirteen.
All the horror stories Hoseok fed him earlier come bubbling up his throat like acid, images of people with sunken faces and cracked lips hovering around clubs, not unlike Ego, fingers shaking for a fix they can’t get anywhere else.
It’s illegal for incubi to feed off of humans. Incubi can only feed from other immortals; humans’ souls are far too fragile. Jungkook is a human, but he’d never consider himself fragile. He has grit despite how his hands shake.
“What’s your name, kid?”
The bartender’s question jerks Jungkook out of his spiraling thoughts. It takes Jungkook a deep inhale before he finds the ability to speak, and by that point, the two men have stopped in front of a plain black door with the number 13 embossed in gold in Jungkook’s sightline.
“J-Jungkook,” he answers, belatedly realizing he should have given a fake name.
With a curt nod, the bartender turns to the black door and knocks on it three times in quick succession.
From the other side of the door comes a low voice speaking a language Jungkook doesn’t understand. The lock clicks and the sound makes Jungkook realize he can’t hear the loud music from the front of the club. Just how far back is he?
“Come on,” the bartender orders gruffly.
Stumbling forward, Jungkook tries to recover, but his confidence wavers once he peers through the cigar smoke weighing heavily in the air.
It’s a private lounge, perhaps one of those VIP rooms where more than just a routine lapdance occurs behind closed doors. Jungkook wouldn’t know; he doesn’t have the money for that type of thing.
Through the smoke, a man reclines on a red velvet couch with one arm draped over the back and his muscular thighs spread open. Dressed in a slate grey suit with a tastefully patterned tie snug at the base of a throat covered in thorny tattoos, he looks nothing like Jungkook had pictured.
Pleasure dealers are said to be dirty and seductive villains who lurk in the shadows and lure you in with a promise of a good time. Thirteen is sophisticated and intimidating, with a sharp jawline and high cheekbones. His eyes, black and ringed an ethereal blue, pierce into Jungkook. Something about him is suffocating, with one look capable of stealing the air out of Jungkook’s lungs like a violent intrusion.
The hand not gripping the back of the couch rests on his left thigh, palm facing upward. At the subtle flick of Thirteen’s middle finger, the bartender shoves Jungkook roughly into the room. The room, he hadn’t noticed, his entire body drawn toward Thirteen.
“Sir,” the bartender bows at the waist. “Jungkook has summoned you.”
Thirteen’s thick lips curl into a smirk that sends a rush of trepidation through Jungkook’s bones. Stony, yet with the slightest glint of amusement, Thirteen’s eyes shift from the bartender to Jungkook.
“Is that so?”
Jungkook’s next swallow is slimy, like a slug inching down his throat. It reminds him of the time Hoseok hexed him with a case of vomiting slugs after seeing the spell in a movie.
Unable to speak, Jungkook simply nods.
Thirteen leans forward to rest his forearms on his thighs with his hands loosely clasped between his spread knees. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Jungkook-ssi?”
Thirteen hisses Jungkook’s name, and Jungkook feels as though he’s being squeezed, Thirteen somehow wrapping around his body like a serpent despite sitting across the room. Warmth spreads across Jungkook’s cheeks and down the back of his neck. The room is stifling, but Thirteen’s gaze makes his chest feel cold.
“Pleasure,” Jungkook finds his voice enough to whisper the word right back. “I seek pleasure.”
Thirteen has a piercing just below his plush bottom lip, a tiny silver ball that matches the location of the little chocolate mole beneath Jungkook’s bottom lip. Jungkook wonders what the silver ball would feel like if he licked it. He’s horrified by the thought.
“Did you not come to beg me for pleasure, Jungkook?” Thirteen’s breath is hot against Jungkook’s neck.
If Jungkook turns his head to the side, he can line his lips with Thirteen’s, make them overlap, and pry them open with the tip of his tongue. The thought assaults his mind.
Thirteen digs his fingers into Jungkook’s hair and yanks his head back to force their eyes to meet.
“Stop fighting me and fucking beg for it,” Thirteen growls.
“Please,” Jungkook whispers. He squeezes Thirteen’s shoulders, straight and thick with muscle Jungkook wouldn’t expect from such a polished appearance. Even the thickness of Thirteen’s thighs beneath Jungkook is surprising.
Sitting in Thirteen’s lap, Jungkook feels small.
“Are you sure you want this, human?” Thirteen spits the question, “Because it doesn’t sound like it.”
Thirteen is cruel. His lips curl into a smirk that’s just as attractive as it is mean. His grip on Jungkook’s waist is bruising and nearly painful, but Jungkook likes it. Usually, he doesn’t. Usually, Jungkook wants to be taken care of gently. He likes soft love, soft touches, soft fucking. Whatever this strange desire to be ruined is, it’s not normal. He yearns for it. His body aches as his mind reels.
Own me, take me, ruin me.
A sick mantra clouds Jungkook’s brain. He tries to blink it away, but the more he struggles against this strange pull, the foggier his head becomes.
“I-I want it,” Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut as a sudden wave of pleasure strikes him in the gut. It’s hot and wet, like lava rolling under his skin, from his chest down between his legs, where his cock is painfully hard in his slacks.
“Want what?” Thirteen mocks Jungkook’s inability to speak.
Jungkook can’t stop himself. He ruts against Thirteen’s body, rocking into him to get as much friction as possible. It shouldn’t be so hot, shouldn’t be hurling Jungkook toward an orgasm so quickly, but he feels like his entire body is pulsing.
“Y-Your cock.”
“No.”
Never in his life has Jungkook ever wailed, but he does now. He sobs with his entire body, back concaving and face buried into the crook of Thirteen’s neck when he cums.
It shouldn’t have been so easy. Aside from pulling Jungkook’s hair and letting him sit in his lap, Thirteen never even touched Jungkook. Yet he came, the force of his orgasm making him tremble like an addict going through withdrawal.
“Good things come to those who wait, little Jungkookie,” Thirteen murmurs in his ear.
A sharp contrast to his earlier behavior, Thirteen runs his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, smoothing out the strands he’d disturbed when he tugged on them so harshly. The action is confusing, though Jungkook’s brain is mush inside his head.
Jungkook tilts his head back to look Thirteen in the eyes. His eyes cross and waver, unable to focus on Thirteen’s face despite being right in front of him. Sleep, or something like it, tugs at Jungkook’s eyelids. His eyes flutter rapidly as the room spins.
“You taste exquisite,” Thirteen sounds pleased when he speaks. Jungkook doesn’t understand.
“I-”
Jungkook is falling. His eyes are closed, and his fingers stretch into the empty air, searching, no longer holding onto Thirteen’s muscular body. The darkness that sucks him up is cold, like the feeling in his chest when Thirteen looked at him for the first time. It seeps into his bones until Jungkook’s entire body trembles.
Jungkook is falling, and there is no one down below to catch him.
Jungkook wakes up in his bedroom to the sound of Hoseok singing. His heart beats painfully in his chest. The rhythm is irregular, skipping a few beats or pumping so slowly that Jungkook panics, wondering if it may stop altogether. By now, the sensation shouldn’t be alarming; he’s been having these nightmares for weeks.
Every morning, he wakes like the living dead, sitting up abruptly with his fingers clawing at his chest and his mouth hanging open as he gasps for air that somehow chokes him when it goes down.
Falling, always falling.
It takes many minutes before Jungkook is calm enough to get out of bed. His knees are weak as he slowly creeps around his bedroom, searching for clothes that aren’t soaked with sweat. Laundry piles up wherever it can; Jungkook can’t remember the last time he cleaned anything in his apartment. He sifts through the piles as he flips through the catalog of dreams in his head.
Hoseok keeps telling him to go to the doctor. Insomnia isn’t anything to be ashamed of, his roommate insists. Plenty of people suffer from nightmares – or worse.
Jungkook knows all this.
The thing is, the cause of Jungkook’s insomnia isn’t the mystery Hoseok thinks it is.
Dark eyes stare at Jungkook from the bathroom mirror. The skin beneath them is puffy and purpling, so swollen that the bags wrinkle the tops of his cheeks. He tries smiling at himself in the mirror, and the black in his eyes remains empty, still murky waters.
Turning on the shower gets more difficult every day. Jungkook's hands shake so hard that he struggles to grip the knob tightly enough to twist it. He can’t ask Hoseok for help. Sleep deprivation can only explain away so much.
Jungkook keeps the water cold. He shivers beneath the stream pelting his skin, and clenches his teeth to stop them from chattering. The temperature never chases away the need that eats at his insides. His body burns with it. The cold water and the heat of his need create a tornado inside Jungkook’s mind, uprooting every sane thought until all he can focus on is the arousal stirring in his stomach.
For an hour, Jungkook jerks off under cold water and can’t reach an orgasm. He rubs his skin raw until tears and snot mix with shower water. It hurts his body, and the aching thing inside his chest that he thinks is his soul.
Why can’t he get rid of this need?
“Jeon.”
A rough hand shakes Jungkook’s shoulder. His head slips from where it rests on his forearm and smacks the surface of his desk.
“What! What?” Jungkook flings his head back, reeling from the sharp pain stabbing his forehead. “What’s happening?”
Taehyung gives him a sad smile as he crosses his arms against his chest. “It’s after five.”
Jungkook blinks and looks around at the empty desks surrounding them. “Oh.”
“Come on, get up.” Taehyung cups his hand under Jungkook’s armpit and hoists him to his feet. “A couple of the guys are going to that new club, Id?”
Jungkook’s heart is thunderous, like a feral animal locked in a cage. He clears his throat before correcting his coworker, “Ego.”
Taehyung snaps his fingers. ��That’s it. I was close enough. Weird Freudian shit.”
Jungkook is mostly silent on the subway while Taehyung babbles about the newest office gossip Jungkook has managed to sleep through – again. Hoseok says it’s insomnia; Taehyung thinks it’s narcolepsy.
Jungkook knows it’s Thirteen.
The headache that has made a permanent home nestled in the folds of Jungkook’s brain spikes as the two men wait patiently for the bouncer to check their IDs. Well, Taehyung is patient. Jungkook is sweating through the armpits of his work shirt.
“Hyunwoo said this place is a strip club at night but a pretty standard bar during happy hour,” Taehyung explains because he thinks Jungkook has never been here before. “The duality of it all, right?”
The mint-haired bartender looks at Jungkook with a blank expression, void of any hint of recognition. Jungkook isn’t sure if he should be grateful or offended as he sits with the rest of his coworkers at the bar. They all sip dark liquor that burns the back of Jungkook’s throat, reminding him that this was never really his scene.
He pretends to care about their idle conversation, laughs at all the right moments, and sucks on ice cubes to keep his mouth busy. The bartender doesn’t look him in the eyes when he gets Jungkook a second round, but all Jungkook looks at is the pentagram etched into his skin.
Taehyung’s fingers tickle Jungkook’s elbow, forcing him to look away from the bar.
“I’m gonna take a piss and then probably get outta here,” Taehyung announces. Two hours have passed, but Jungkook wouldn’t know.
The moment Taehyung leaves, Jungkook turns to the mint-haired bartender. The bartender stands off to the side to wipe down glasses and organize the alcohol bottles. His eyebrows furrow when Jungkook clears his throat to get his attention.
“I summon Thirteen,” Jungkook speaks confidently this time, even though he has to sit with his hands clasped between his thighs to keep them from shaking.
“He’s busy.”
Jungkook swallows thickly. “What?”
“Thirteen is busy. He cannot be summoned tonight.”
Anger flares in Jungkook’s chest, heating his face and neck. “What the fuck do you mean he’s busy?”
The mint-haired bartender rests his forearm on the counter and leans close enough for Jungkook to see the flecks of red in his irises. When he speaks, he shows the unnatural points of his canines.
“You better watch your tone with me, kid. Wouldn’t want to get blacklisted, would you? ‘Cause I can make it where no dealer in Seoul will do so much as look in your direction. Got it?”
Shame makes Jungkook want to be stubborn and refuse, but his desperation wins. He ducks his head and nods, aware of the fear rolling off him and realizing he doesn’t care. He doesn’t want just any dealer; he wants Thirteen. But he just wants to experience it once to have him fully. That’s all. Only once. Then his curiosity will be satisfied, and he can stop having dreams about the moment Thirteen takes him, finally takes him all the way, touches him, kisses him, tastes–
“You coming?”
Jungkook startles when Taehyung appears at his side once again.
“Uh,” Jungkook eyes the mint-haired bartender, but he’s no longer looking at him, “Yeah, yeah, I’m ready to go.”
Jungkook returns the following day.
No Thirteen.
Jungkook returns the day after that.
No Thirteen.
Jungkook shivers and shakes through a week.
No Thirteen.
More weeks pass, more tremors and nightmares stack up against Jungkook’s withering sanity.
No Thirteen.
“Please,” Jungkook begs with a sob muffled by the carpet.
He presses his face into the floor, cheek squished in a way that will leave marks on his skin. Jungkook took up the position as a sign of submission that his body naturally fell into without any thought. It should be embarrassing how quickly he sank to his knees in front of Thirteen.
For months, he’s been plagued by the creature in his dreams. For months, all he has thought about is being taken, owned, ruined. He wants to feel full, to be desired. He wants to know, for the curiosity to be satisfied, the way he knows Thirteen could satisfy him.
Only Thirteen.
“Please, what?”
Claws dig into the back of Jungkook’s neck, piercing the muscle and hooking into it so deeply that Jungkook can’t move. He feels blood trickle down his shoulders and pool in his collarbones, but the pain never comes.
All he feels is need.
“Please fuck me,” Jungkook whimpers. “I’ve waited. I’ve been good; I came back. I waited for you.”
Thirteen scoffs as he releases Jungkook’s neck, only to dig his claws into the mess of his hair and yank him backward. Jungkook is pulled onto his knees with his head tilted backward to stare at Thirteen, who hovers above him with a biting, upside-down grin.
“Is that supposed to flatter me, Jungkook-ah? Am I supposed to care that you came sniveling at my door every day for months?” Thirteen twists Jungkook’s hair so tightly in his fist that Jungkook feels strands pull from his head. “Begging for me like a bitch in heat, weren’t you? Desperate for cock and to be praised?”
Each harsh word feels like another claw stabbed into soft flesh. Thirteen’s jeering hurts more than the wounds he digs into Jungkook’s skin, but he can’t stop himself from groveling. His mind is no longer his own. He is desperate. So, so desperate.
“I’m going to die,” Jungkook gasps when Thirteen roughly pushes him to the floor. Hot tears flow like lava down his plump cheeks. “I’ll die.”
“No, you won’t.”
“I will,” Jungkook sobs. “I will. I feel it, I will.”
Thirteen’s claws rip into Jungkook’s jeans, shredding the denim until there’s nothing left but tattered scraps of fabric wrapped around his waist. The air is cold against his bare skin, and he realizes belatedly that his briefs are mutilated, too.
“I decide whether you live or die, Jungkook-ah,” Thirteen whispers against the curve of Jungkook’s ear. Jungkook feels the tip of Thirteen’s cock press against his hole while Thirteen’s clawed hand grabs the meat of his cheek to spread him open. “Now shut up and have your reward for being so patient.”
Pain speers Jungkook’s body, sinking so far deep that he swears it creates fissures in his soul. Something horrible rips through Jungkook’s eardrums; it’s animalistic and wild. It’s his own scream, he realizes with a raw throat, that fizzles into whimpers with every rock of Thirteen’s hips.
It hurts getting fucked by an incubus, but Jungkook should have known that. It’s the pain that makes the pleasure so addicting, the feeling of having one’s soul devoured at the same time one's body is satisfied beyond their wildest fantasies. Thirteen fucks into Jungkook with his body, but he tears into his soul with his mind.
Drained, Jungkook wonders if this is how he’ll die.
“Is this what you wanted?” Thirteen hisses. His voice takes on a slurred, gravelly sound that makes Jungkook’s skin prickle. It’s demonic, otherworldly.
“Y-Yes,” Jungkook hiccups, and it’s true.
The skin of his cheek and knees is rubbed raw from being thrust against the carpet, and snot clogs his nostrils from how much he’s crying. When Thirteen twists his hair between his claws and tugs, Jungkook’s orgasm punches him in the chest, leaving him heaving as Thirteen fucks him into overstimulation to the point that he can’t breathe.
This is exactly what he wanted.
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#jikook#jimin x jungkook#bts fanfic#jimin fanfic#jimin angst#jimin smut#bts angst#bts smut#jungkook fanfic#jungkook angst#jungkook smut#halloween 2023#dgi#gimmethatagustd#jai writes
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Lmao???
Steam boat Mickey Mouse is finally public domain and this person is here going "um. Pls don't make the fictional mouse and fictional rabbit kiss, Disney said not to. Thx."
Listen. Even when Disney was trying to stop people from doing whatever, their attempts failed miserably. Now that this sucky company is finally out of the way, why should anyone listen to you? Just who tf do you think you are? Walt Disney?? Lmao, please. It's fine to dislike a ship, hell even I'm not into it, but forget trying to control anyone. Artists will always be there to create, draw and write whatever they want, and that means anything. Yes, even content you dislike. Being free of copyright finally gives this character the freedom it deserves, so stop trying to stifle it just because you can't enforce your own boundaries and want everyone else to appease you. Other than people tagging their work, you're not entitled to shit. Open up tumblr settings and filter out tags like everyone else.
Anyway, anti bullshit aside, fuck Disney and their corporate ass!! Mickey and Oswald can kiss now and there's nothing they can do about it!! Yipeee!!!
#out of all the horror movies full of blood and gore that could come out of this people should draw the line at a kiss? You can't be serious#proship please interact#proship#anti censorship#profic#pro ship#pro fic#discourse#my post
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this is kinda old news but something i noticed when ppl try to criticize cheeteh z/the maps he hosts is they are 99% just outsiders and don't actually know what happens behind the scenes. as someone who has been in a few of those maps and is in the server to this day i promise you we are not crunching as badly as you say we are. him and his cohosts are very accommodating and its often why people tend to collab so much in those maps to divide the work/finish up where someone couldn't.
the initial deadlines listed in the final maps were misleading, yes, and the server has discussed it and decided to remove the original deadlines from the completed titles to avoid confusion and concern about us. i can only truly speak from my personal experience in that group but a lot of us feel comfortable asking for extensions. please stop making assumptions that we're being pushed so hard to our limits when you're an outsider because that is NOWHERE NEAR what happens in there.
also "nobody is getting paid to do this". correct! but you need to understand that people can just... do things. for fun. for community. for free. this is not an industry. this is not fucking disney or dreamworks or some other studio, this is just people with time and passion. this is not a fucking animation sweatshop. you can literally just do things for the fun of it, not everything has to be repaid with money to be worth it. I've been in plenty of groups where it's mostly teens-early 20s just doing ambitious projects for fun!!! teams that do shit so a userbase can have fun!!! its a SHARED HOBBY. THIS IS NOT A FULL TIME JOB!!!!!!!!!! i UNDERSTAND the concern but this is not what you think it is because you're not actually inside the group!! EVERY map is just a group of people with time on their hands and passion!!! its just a fucking wide-scale group project holy shit!!!
edit: while i did get a bit heated pls just remember this is based primarily on MY PERSONAL thoughts/experiences in the server, as well as what ive SEEN others say in there about some things that were brought up here. i cant speak for everyone so just keep that in mind
#like literally if u have opinions on cheetz or whatever fine but I'm not gonna listen to you if you're an outsider bcuz u don't actually -#-have the experience or perspective to make real judgements on how the projects in there are run#i got a bit mad at the end lolll sorryyy
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My last post on this (tho ill keep reblogging others' posts) but a few days ago I actually wanted to complain about this and then never did so ill do it now.
I unfollowed Noah a few weeks ago? On insta. And completly forgot that he also has tiktok and that i followed him there so one of his newer videos popped up on my page and it was smth like Eleven dancing in Fortnite and i checked the comments, hoping to see some palestenian flags🇵🇸 or anyone calling him out, but it was FILLED with support for him and "youre back baby🥺" "noah online era again!" "omg ily! Pls say hi to me🥺" and then i opened his full acc and noticed that That recent video was also more viewed and liked than some of his previous videos... all he had to do for so many people to switch up was... post a stupid fucking tiktok about Stranger Things... and just like that he was being idolised again, all it took...
Fucking pathetic and sad.
Love Will Byers all u want (he'll probably always be one of my alltime favourite characters too) but do not hide behind that to support Noah or Brett or Levy or whatever. Theyre awful human beings and they dont care about anyone but themselves. You can love the character and hate the actor. Fanarts and ao3 are free, you dont need to support ST. Pirate the show, make your own merch, only interact with free fanmade content. There's no need to show support for official Stranger Things stuff. Actually, take it a step further and boycott what the bds movement is asking to boycott!
These are the main ones!
But the people, on their own, also started these specific boycotts! (Starbucks too! I was obsessed with pumpkin spice latte but im never stepping foot inside a Starbucks again).
Again, the MAIN TARGETS are the ones inside the first box. The second and third box are about putting PRESSURE on them (ofc we cant boycott google but we Can put pressure) and the last box is the "the people started it on their own without the bds asking" boycotts! Disney and Starbucks (although both missing from the 4th box) are actually part of the "people started/led" boycotts too!
There are also people out there sharing FREE books (online) about Palestine! It's easy to look up but I can send you some if you don't find anything, I'm reading one myself.
There are also essays made by others that summarise specific books!
(Apparently this one also has a voiceover? Not sure bc I still havent checked it out but I saw Multiple people reccomend it and will hopefully get to it soon!)
Last thing: depending on where you live (im not from the US, nor live there, and that's the main genocide supporter) you can also call your representatives, send emails (you can find premade speeches) and go to protests! And most of all, you can share the videos from Palestine! By journalists such as Motaz, Bisam and Plestia.
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With the way they chose to depict Aegon in the show, introducing his adult version as a r*pist (which by what I know of F&B never happened, it was something Mushroom, the most unreliable of sources since he's a fool and his job is making people laugh or shocked, not exposing royalty's dirty laundry) just to force it down our throats who we "should" be rooting for (lmao pls) was honestly forced. We could have had scenes with Helaena and her kids since she's canonically one of the best moms of her time? Or even Aegon acting affectionate with his twins but having Helaena giving him the cold shoulder which would've made for a depiction of a flawed character who isn't exactly a family guy but tries his best. Instead we got like, 15 minutes of Aegon acting like a coward, escaping his family and dragon even if they were the only thing he was fighting for, and rid Rhae of every single thing that made her just as bad (if not arguably worse but I digress.)
Again, I'm not an Aegon apologist by a mile, I know he's flawed. I know it's canon that he pinches and fondles maids and honestly fuck him for that. Just, you don't need to add a character to make him even more flawed than he is. That's just bias. But again I digress.
agreed.
i really hate it when a show \ a book is trying to tell me who i should be rooting for. especially in a show like hotd.
F&B aegon was def not a good person, but in the show they do everything in their power to make the viewers hate him. they want everyone to love rhaenyra, but are afraid that addressing some of her more problematic aspects would make people dislike her - so they ignore every "bad thing" F&B rhaenyra ever did (like killing vaemond and laenor). but rhaenyra still does a lot of problematic sh*t in the show (like offering that her little brother should be tortured) but it's never addressed and framed as "justified".
so you end up with a character that is framed as this flawless girlboss feminist queen but is still doing a lot of morally questionable things, and a cartoonish disney villain.
#hotd critical#asks#aegon targaryen ii#rhaenyra targaryen#they did them both dirty tbh#hotd#house of the dragon
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Book 7 Chapter 3
***SPOILERS AHEAD FOR BOOK 7 CHAPTER 3 AHEAD!!***
...I'm not even sure where to begin with chapter 3...
I'm still reeling from the way they ended the previous chapter
We start off seeing Idia sleeping, but Idia dreaming about Ortho being alive, Idia having more confidence, and being unable to be afraid to speak to other students.
....and then Malleus's mysterious timing, him being super perceptive about Idia possibly waking up from his dream. I WAS REELING LIKE MALLEUS!!
YOU REALLY TURNED INTO A FULL FLEDGE VILLAIN!!
Also side note, was anybody else like me losing their minds during the entrance ceremony?! Just seeing everyone interacting like it's totally normal EVEN THO THEY AREN'T REAL?!
SEEING THESE TWO, I HAD TO STOP AND SOB MY EYES OUT LIKE WHY MALLEUS I WANT TO SEE MY BEST FRIENDS SAFE AND SOUND!!
MALLEUS MALLEUS MALLEUS MALLEUS I WANT TO SEE EVERYONE I LOVE YOU, BUT I WANT TO SEE EVERYONE ESPECIALLY THESE TWO LITTLE SHITS I LOVE SO MUCH
So, of course I'm curious as to where we were, and when they showed Mickey's room I HOLLERED, HOT DIGGITY DOG, AND SCREAMED LIKE A PSYCHOPATH
MICKEY MOUSE!? WE FINALLY MEET IN PERSON!? AND WITH MY HAIRY BABY BOI GRIM!?!? I WAS FLABBERGASTED!
LOOK AT THIS! LOOK AT IT!!
I NEVER IMAGINED THIS DAY WOULD COME, BUT THIS DUO TOGETHER IS SO FREAKIN CUTE!!!
But as I'm watching this happen, I realize Malleus intentionally cut us out of the picture, out of everyone's reality, because he experienced many different emotions but yet was vulnerable around us since we don’t see him in a terrifying way while also appreciating life because of meeting us and getting to know the others at NRC…
The one thing that really really, REALLY concerns me is this reference from Mickey
.......Something is going to happen to Ace and Deuce, right? And it won't be a good thing considering the cards are covered in ink...
I have a small suspicion (and hope pls don't judge me) that we get to see other overblot forms. Like potentially Ace and Deuce, but the thought of that IS NOT OKAY I DON'T WANT ANY HARM TO HAPPEN TO THEM!
And as we're about to get attacked by these blot monsters, Silver just coming to save us was amazing! Whoever does the VO for Silver is so damn good
I'm not used to seeing Silver show so many emotions, but he could be the perfect definition of a night in shining armor.
AND WE LEARNED SILVER'S UNIQUE MAGIC AND ITS SO COL!
So we only have Ace, Lilia, Sebek and potentially Grim (also maybe Ortho but I'm not too sure on that) that haven't gotten or revealed their unique magic.
IF ACE IS THE LAST ONE TO GET HIS UNIQUE MAGIC I'M GONNA LAUGH BUT ALSO SCREAM BUT I REALLY REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHAT HE GETS
I won't talk too much about Ortho interacting with his parents, but it was incredibly heartwarming that even though Ortho is a humanoid, they still love and treat him as their own child.
Damn Disney, you really know how to get the waterworks going
As we're watching Sebek's dream, I'm just incredibly nervous about how Malleus was acting completely normal, and I wasn't entirely sure if Malleus was monitoring everyone's dreams or what...
Welp, I was right. Once Silver spoke to Sebek and reminded him about Lilia leaving and potentially dying, Malleus lost his goddam shit
Did anybody else absolutely get scared shitless?! I mean he's fucking gorgeous and I love him
But I did not expect to have goddamn chills and become extremely nervous instantly.
MALLEUS IS ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING, I TELL YA
THE FACT THAT MALLEUS IS LITERALLY DOING ANYTHING HE CAN TO KEEP EVERYONE IN THEIR DREAMS TO "MAKE THEM HAPPY" TO THE POINT OF PUTTING US BACK UNDER ANOTHER SLEEPING SPELL IS REALLY SCARY
MALLEUSSSSSS WHYYYYYYY
AND THE RING HELPED US ESCAPE!! SILVER, WHAT DOES THAT MEAN FOR YOU!?!?!
AND FINALLY, we witness Lilia as a war general AND HE LOOKS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING YET ALSO TERRIFYING (but not as terrifying as someone who completely changed and now scares the absolute living shit out of me)
AND AND AND we FINALLY got the teaser for Lilia's SSR card, folks!
LILIA?! LILIA VANROUGE!?! LIKE WOW OKAY HE LOOKS FUCKING AMAZING THIS IS WITHOUT A DOUBT MY FAVORITE CARD OF HIS
I'm sorry it took so long to post this, but I'm super excited (and of course nervous) to see what happens next with Lilia's dream!
BUT I JUST WANT TO SEE ADEUCE TOGETHER WITH US AGAIN I MISS THEM AND I WANT TO SEE WHAT THEY DREAM ABOUT
Until then, we can only wait till Thursday for the next update...
(Also, this image was amazing to see I love everything about Sleeping Beauty so I was fangirling like a psycho but I love how heavily involved the movie elements are used in Book 7)
Enough for now~~! Let me just go imagine everyone's dreams and while also coping with the fact that we’re going to get more heartbreak and angst THAT IM NOT READY FOR!!
THURSDAY CANNOT COME FAST ENOUGH~~!!!
#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#twst#malleus draconia#disney twst#twst spoilers#ace trappola#deuce spade#idia shroud#ortho shroud#lilia vanrouge#twst book 7#twisted wonderland book 7#THE SLEEING BEAUTY LORE IS JUST 👌🏻#I LOVE THIS SERIES#BUT IM NOT READY FOR THE ANGST
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I dunno if you've done this one before but creepypastas?
You guys have figured out too much about me
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Rodolfo: Clockwork Annie. Definitely was very pressured as a kid and fantasized about just snapping so people would leave him alone, so he got attached to her
Alejandro: What the actual fuck is a creepypasta
Soap: Slenderman, creepy bastard freaks him out
Ghost: Hear me out, Homocidal Liu. I think he can relate to him a little bit
Roach: Squidward's suicide. I also think he's a huge fan of analogue horror and lost episode stuff
Valeria: Everlasting Jane, do I even need to explain?
Price: The Russian Sleep expirement, especially since he knows the fucked up things the military is willing to do
Laswell: Doesn't know what a creepypasta is, is not interested in learning
Gaz: Candle Cove. I think he had a similar instance of a weird kids show that he swears existed but couldn't find anyone else who watched it.
Alex: Lavender Town syndrome scared the shit out of him as a kid. The idea of that happening to him was a legitimate fear for a while
Farah: I think Abandoned By Disney fascinated her. I don't think she's necessarily too superstitious but I think that whole idea was interesting to her
Malika: Not technically a creepypasta, but she is a total nerd for the Backrooms (Beg my wife to make more backrooms AU pls)
Graves: Jeff the Killer. I have no explanation, he just seems like the type.
Koenig: Eyeless Jack, purely for the mask
Horangi: Ben Drowned, purely because he loved Legend of Zelda
#rodolfo parra#alejandro vargas#johnny soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#gary roach sanderson#valeria garza#john price#kate laswell#kyle gaz garrick#alex keller#farah karim#malika cod#phillip graves#koenig cod#horangi cod#call of duty#i'm sick of tagging these motherfuckers
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A/N ::: This is my first time writing anything about Armin. His nickname from y/n has NO affiliation with Disney whatsoever. So please strike that connection from your mind post-haste. Thank you. Lol
C/W ::: Implied loss of virginity (Armin's), y/n being rather pushy (but she chills), oral {M -> F}, Armin's huge cock, P -> V, if I missed any, lmk.
Anything For You
*aged up Armin {20}
"Y/n, y/n ... y/n! Fuck. Let me talk." Armin yelled. But he wasn't mad, exactly. Just, having some frustration of sorts.
"Sorry. I'm sorry. What do you want to say, Minny?"
He tried to ignore his hard cock and push it down at the same time. But doing that only brought him pleasure. He winced, trying to discreetly palm himself.
You couldn't take him seriously, so you crawled back over to him and picked up where he kicked you off.
"Minny, You know it's ok, right? We can do whatever we want. You know that, right baby? My sexy baby boy. C'mere."
He followed your guidance to lay back on the piled up pillows.
"K, now, put your ... arms up like ... just like this. Rest them behind your head like you haven't got a care in the world. Let me take care of the rest, ok, baby."
Hesitantly, he was starting to relax. He melted back into the soft fuzziness of your pillowcases and sighed. Heavily, for someone who was in his position.
"Y/n?"
You looked like a wild animal. Your eyes roamed over the tent in his pants. He's sure he saw you lick your lips, too.
Half-lidded and lustful eyes met his shy blue ones.
"Yes, what is it?" You asked, trying to curb your frustration at his unwillingness to just let this happen. He was bashful and unsure of himself. But, if how he kissed you was any indication of his other abilities, well then ...
"I - do you promise ... do you promise to still love me after? If we do this, I mean?"
That snapped you right out of your deviant haze of trying to corrupt your sweet, sweet boyfriend.
"Oh, Armin. Honey, I don't ... nothing that I can think of would ever make me stop loving you. Y'know what, let's put this on the back burner, hm? Another time."
You curled up next to him on your bed and rested your head on his chest. His heart was beating so hard it was moving your head.
"Y/n, I didn't say that I wanted to ... well, I do. I want to, I want to." His words hit differently.
You looked up at him from your little piece of heaven on his body.
He tipped your face up to kiss him.
Deeply.
Heartily.
"Y/n, please?" His voice was teetering on the edge of needy and whiny. But you heard it. "Please," it dropped a few octaves and he began to tug on your clothing. "Pl-please, please." A few more octaves. It was so deep and his hands roamed the expanse of your body so heavy with need that you weren't sure who was trying to convince who anymore.
You could feel yourself growing more and more wet under his touch.
"Armin ... I can't ... I need you."
"I know, baby. I know." He undid your pants and slid them down to drop them on the floor.
How the tables turned you don't think you'll ever fully understand.
He kissed your inner thigh, sending shivers up your spine. You arched your back off the bed in anticipation of what was to come.
His tongue danced along the thin fabric of your white lace panties. So wet now that he could taste you. A moan escaped your lips.
"Armin, oh shit, honey. Was-wasn't I supposed to do this t-to you? Hngh ... hoh fuck."
Your words were lost as he dipped his head back into your wetness. His fingers toyed with the waistband of your panties, his eyes asking for permission to take them off.
You nodded. "Yes, yes. Rip them off. I don't care." You were the one begging him now.
He obliged and tore them off with his hands and teeth. The sound of the fabric ripping was so loud you didn't know where it came from.
You were so close to coming from just his mouth on you. But he stopped.
"Wait, y/n. Wait. I need to - I need to get you ready."
You could see his eyes darken as he unbuttoned his pants and dropped them on the floor next to your ruined panties.
His cock was huge and throbbing. It was so hard and ready for you. He was ready for you.
"Armin ... what - what are you gonna do with that thing, huh? Are you going to fuck me with it or kill me with it?" You tried to tease him, running a finger up his length.
He groaned at the light touch, throwing his head back at the overwhelming sensation, but his face was serious. He nodded.
"Yes, I want to fuck you. Can I do that, y/n? Please."
His voice was desperate again.
You spread your legs for him and let him crawl between them.
His tip teased your entrance.
"Oh fuck, baby, so beau-, your pussy is so beautiful." He said in his newfound deep voice.
You felt his tip slowly push into you, stretching you out. He filled you up so perfectly.
He began to thrust, slowly at first. He wanted to savor the moment. His arms caged you in, his face only inches from yours. Your eyes locked onto him. Reading his silent words across his pleasure twisted face.
You bucked your hips to meet his thrusts, urging him to go faster.
"Armin, ple-please. Harder."
He picked up the pace, his body slamming against yours with each thrust.
Your breasts bounced and you knew he was watching.
"Fuck, y/n. Fuck. So - so good. So tight, baby."
He was on the verge of cumming, but he wanted you to cum first.
He snaked a hand between the two of you and rubbed your clit in time with his thrusts.
You moaned and writhed beneath him as you reached your climax.
"Oh my god, Armin! Yes, yes, right there, honey ..."
You clenched around him, sending him over the edge as well.
He filled you up with his cum. It was hot and sticky.
He pulled out and collapsed on top of you. His breath was hot on your neck. He was thoroughly spent.
"Baby, oh my god. That was ... wow. You're ... I love you." You said through trying to organize your breaths.
He kissed your cheek. "I love you too, y/n. And I'm ... I'm ... thank you. Thank you."
You ran your fingers through his dampened hair and smiled.
"Armin, you have nothing to thank me for. You were amazing."
He smiled at you.
"Maybe we could try ... what I suggested before next time? If you're comfortable with it, that is."
You chuckled. "Baby, you can do anything to me. Anything you want."
He kissed you deeply.
"Anything, huh?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, anything."
You knew he would always do right by you.
No one else could handle you like Armin did.
No one.
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Mingi as a boyfriend [fluff, smut]
warnings: fluff and smut are separated so you have choices,cute nicknames,switch with sub lean!mingi
lmk if i missed something
he's so shy at first😭
fluffy shit -
a little scared to do things cuz he thinks he might be too forward
but warms up after the first like 4 months
THE
CUTEST
DATES
m talking picnics, cute cottage core cafés, EVERYTHING
the more cute dates you go on the more himself he becomes
he's so attentive
pays attention to all your needs and habits
will know your favourite sandwich down to the texture of the bread
then he introduces you to the other 7 escapees from hell
lots of sleepovers with lots of cuddles and disney movies
fav snacks all round
gets jealous so easily when you get a little too friendly with them😭
don't get TOO close
but at the end of the day he'll talk to you about it
you'll probably resolve the issue with ice cream and a movie
again, LOTS of disney movies
cuddles you to sleep every night
if you were friends before the relationship he'll watch his favourite disney movie with you on the first date
and don't you dare hide shit from him cuz he'll be upset
he'll pout and almost break down in tears if there's a problem with anything
clings onto you ALL DAY
but it's mingi so you'll love it
hates fights too
oblivious as fuck
needs lots of attention and reassurance so he doesn't get in his head too much about certain things
hints and shit just passes over his head
you have to be direct or he just won't get it
THE CUTEST NICKNAMES!?!?!
like he makes meaningful nicknames for you so they're special
if you do the same he's prepared prepared marry you on the spot
smut shit -
switch with a sub lean (mostly a service top tho)
this is just obvious
dom shit first
on a good day? hard dom
like fucking you upside down in the kicthen
spanking
choking
THE DIRTY TALK
he'll overstim you for sure lol
if he tries hard enough he might be good at dirty talk
and he'll say some back arching shit istg😍
he'd be into size and impact play fs
but when he's soft dom??
so many kisses🥺
like as much kisses as normal tbh
he's nice, careful and slow with everything
all "i love you"s and shit
always makes sure you're comfortable with anything he's doing
it's all about you
aftercare king tbh
he cares so much🥺
he'll send you to sleep with cuddles and kisses
and if he feels super lovey dovey inside?
BOOM
sub
AND YOU BETTER TAKE CARE OF HIM
pillow princess
spoil him
overstim him to get him begging
lots of praise and kisses for him too
don't forget the best aftercare
baby him pls
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#ateez fanfic#ateez smut#mingi fanfic#yeoyeos' works#mingi smut#mingi imagines#mingi as a boyfriend#yeoyeos' anon req#mingi fluff
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I realized Kyle is like 90% of my family OMG. Pls I've heard my uncle say this "times" were horrible because there were a lot of "openly gay people" in his workplace and it would be better that it stayed hidden or in "closed doors" JSJGSJSKSKK
Yeah I used to feel bad about these comments, but idk if it's about growing up or just having people that really accept me incondicionally, but they are just funny and a bit pathetic now, especially when they try to justify it by saying they grew up in a different place. Like, my friends know I'm bi and even if two of them grew up on a super religious space, they've never said anything rude and always accepted me. Yeah, they all make jokes about it (not in a rude way) the same way I make jokes about them being straight.
But boy are the conversations on family funny JSHSJSKKS. I also heard that Disney should stick to being entrainment and not try to push any "agenda" or teach people anything... sir wtf??? And they always call queer people derogatory words and then say they're not slurs, and they can say whatever they want?? Istg I don't fucking care who I end up marrying with, they are NOT invited to the wedding and everyone in my family can me mad about it idc😤
Anyway, the point it that I was reading Kincaid interactions with Kyle and I felt so bad for him and also because Victoria excuses his behavior saying he loves him and just wants what's best for him. And, even if it's true, it doesn't excuse treating your son like that or constantly making remarks about his dating life, basically forcing him to go on a date and making him feel bad on purpose about not being engaged
It's kinda the same situation one of my cousins lives through, bc she's bi and her parents wouldn't accept that. I still don't like her because she fucking sniched on me😤, and told the rest of my family I liked girls and I found out thats why they never ask me if I have a boyfriend like they did with the rest of my cousins and my sister. Because they don't wanna know if I do🙄. Like I expected that from everyone else, BUT HER? BEING BI?? I expected some solidarity, come on!! We talked and bonded over similar queer experiences and then she throws me under the bus??? And everyone in my family apparently knows about me already but they ignore it as if it can go away one day and they never say anything, but still make those stupid comments in front of me on purpose😤
I should get an award for not saying all the things I could because if I said every (amazing) comment or reply I have on the tip of my tongue, I would probably be kicked out lmao.
Okey, my bad. I just get really pissed off at them sometimes. Really will be living my best life when I can decide not to spend more time with them 😍.
Okay but same with my family members and I am ready to fight them all 😤😤😤
The way we talk about homophobia and hate crime from the world and society and most of us mainly have to deal with it from our families (directly or indirectly)
Fuck these people. It's just a very sorry way to live their life.
And yes DO NOT be afraid to walk away from toxic family members (if that is something you can do and want to do).
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stargazing *:･ﾟ✧
tags: kuroo/yaku, fluff, probably ooc since i havent seen haikyuu in years
Kuroo and Yaku only had a few days left before march break was over, they hadn’t really done much it had been rather rainy and cold so they mostly stayed inside until Kuroo randomly decided they needed to change that immediately and that’s how they ended up hiking for two and a half hours to go stargazing
It was corny really, one of those things you only see in romance novels and disney channel originals but Yaku was weirdly excited anyways.
They finally got to the top of the hill they picked just as the sun was setting they got out a lantern and the sandwiches they packed for dinner and talked for awhile about whatever came to mind until it got dark
The two laid down, turned off the lanturn, and-
“Woah..” Yaku said under his breath, the sky was jaw-droppingly gorgeous, it was somehow black and blue and purple and pink all fading into eachother with little stars everywhere there wasn't even any clouds or light pollution disrupting the view it was just.. perfect
Yaku spared a glance at Kuroo and he looked about as mesmerized as Yaku felt, he smiled fondly, Kuroo looked adorable when he was excited by something his eyes seemed to sparkle as much as the stars in front of them.
“Hey, Hey look!” Yaku was startled out of his thoughts by his boyfriend yelling and pointing at something frantically, Yaku’s eyes followed where Kuroo was pointing and saw a small reddish-orange spot in the sea of stars
“I think that’s mars! And over there’s aquarius..” Yaku hummed in acknowledgement as his boyfriend rambled about different constellations, he had never been very interested in space but he loved hearing Kuroo talk about it, it never failed to make Yaku smile.
“-and did you know the word “constellation” comes from a Latin term meaning ‘set with stars.’” Kuroo asked looking at Yaku and smiling
Yaku shook his head, a goofy grin plastered on his face. Kuroo leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away. Yaku's heart fluttered and he blushed slightly, his heartstrings tugged as Kuroo chuckled.
“You see any cool constellations?” Kuroo questioned turning his focus back to the sky, Yaku stared at the clusters of stars for a few minutes trying to find shapes before pointing at one
“that one kind of looks like a turtle?” he offered. it didnt really but he obviously wasnt very good with finding things in millions of stars.
Kuroo looked to where he was pointing “that one? Nah thats obviously a dick”
Yaku looked at it again and immediately started dying he was laughing so hard he feared he might actually suffocate
Kuroo stared at him for a few seconds before bursting out laughing as well. for a good five minutes they were just lying in the grass rolling around and literally crying from laughter
It was a great night.
(end)
ps. this is my first fanfic ever pls don't judge me too harshly lol
pps. fuck what I said earlier totally finished it posting streak is still going
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