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Some child either just passed wind or shat their pants on the bus… I’m gonna suffocate

PARK JIMIN??? JEON JUNGKOOK???? HELLO?????????

outfits i'd k!ll to see spencer reid in

yes the iconic gray sweatpants

i honestly prefer black but it's still a gate way to see his cock-ROACH cockroach

(COCK)ROACHES

his cock...... tails 🧍🏼‍♀️

....ty now byebye 🫠

my girlflux ass feeling enby recently

I desperately wish I could feel like a woman, be a woman. But instead I’m whatever the fuck I am and I can’t do anything about it

NAH BC YOU'RE INSANE

───〃★ ❝I'm bored , we should kiss❞

♯ alternatively , making out with Heeseung,Jay and Jake as their best friend!

⌜Contains⌟ making out , kissing , suggestive, best friends to lovers/???, mentions of alcohol (Heeseung)

⌜Wordcount⌟ 1.5k

⌜Vampies Note⌟ Little disclaimer before I see anyone coming at me for not adding the other members ; I didn’t know what to write for them but I’ll add them to this once I have figured something out <3 Also for those who may be extra salty , I am the writer , I can write for whoever I want and am not obliged to write for everyone!

Heeseung’s eyes widened a little as he could only stare at you for a couple seconds like a deer caught in the headlight — this party is boring , we should kiss, those were the words still ringing in his ears as you had pulled him to a quieter area. If his cheeks weren’t already flushed from the alcohol , then they surely were now from your words. “What?”, he breathed out with a nervous chuckle — don’t get him wrong , he was up for it , but it was just so out of the blue that even he needed a minute to process what you have said. “I’m bored , we should kiss. This party is very boring , don’t you think?”, you replied , a small smile on your face as you could see the tips of his ears flushing redder. The two of you were in your mutual friend's bathroom, him having been dragged there by you since you wanted to be somewhere quieter with him. “Are you sure ? I mean, I’m up for it but I hope that you’re aware that this will change something between us”, Heeseung mumbled , his hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes scanning your face to see if this was only the small amount of alcohol speaking in your system — but all he could find was that you were being serious. His breath hitched when your hands moved up to his shoulders , slowly moving to the back of his neck to play with the little hairs there while slowly pulling him closer towards you until your faces were only inches apart.

“I’m sure , Heeseung , I mean it”, you mumbled , your eyes flickering from his eyes down to his plump lips before they went back up to his chocolate colored orbs — that’s all he needed to hear for his lips to meet yours. He always had felt something for you, something more than just platonic — but he held himself back in order to not ruin the friendship he had with you , but all those years of waiting were worth it. A rush of excitement and electricity overcame him as the confidence inside him built up the more seconds passed , testing the waters by moving his lips slowly against yours — another rush washing over him when he felt your lips moving back against his and matching his pace. His hands found their way to your waist , his right hand moving to the small of your back to pull your body flush against his chest — the tip of his tongue sneakily touching yours as he used the opportunity when you let out a little gasp. This was dangerous , he had to control himself or otherwise he was going to do a lot more than just make out with you — but the voices inside him were louder , his right thigh slowly slotting itself between your legs.

Jay’s eyes were almost blank as he processed what you had just said to him , blinking a couple times before realization hit him — you really just told him to kiss you, all while you were just munching on one of the chocolate covered strawberries he had made. “Is this a prank..?”, he mumbled , his eyes going from the wall he was staring at towards you — he hoped that this wasn’t a prank , he had always been curious how your lips felt against his or how they’d taste. But he didn’t want this to be just some silly joke , to just kiss and still be friends — he was a man who’d date to marry , not to mess or fool around. “It’s not a prank Jay …unless you’re not up for it. I mean it , I want to kiss you ….and possibly figure out if I really like you romantically or not. I’ve been…. feeling weird around you for some months but not the kind of weird that would make me feel disgusted…. rather confused. Sorry if this just made things weird between us now but it’s been on my mind a lot lately… Just forget about it”,you let out a lighthearted laugh , trying to lighten up the mood a little before you got up to grab something to drink and avoid a possibly awkward situation — but his hand stopped you. He wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you back , making you fall down onto his lap.

Your cheeks were heating up as you took note of how close your faces were — you were so close that you could practically smell what perfume he used out of all the thousands he owned. Jay’s eyes just stayed locked onto your face , his hands moving to slowly , yet hesitantly , rest on your hips. He leaned his face slightly closer to yours , close enough for the tips of your nose to touch while he gazed into your eyes. Your heartbeat quickened up , your cheeks growing warmer and your palms were starting to grow sweaty. There were a couple more seconds of silence until he broke it. “I think it’s pretty clear what you feel for me…I can feel your heart hammering against my chest”, a small amused , yet fond smile grew on his face — his thumbs gently rubbing into your hips as he let the sight in front of him sink in. “Will you kiss me then..?”, you mumbled , your hands moving to rest on his shoulders as you made yourself more comfortable on his lap. He didn’t give you a verbal reply , instead, his lips placed themself on yours. He could faintly taste the sweet flavor of the strawberry you had eaten before and this may have just been the best way a strawberry could taste so very sweet to him. He didn’t know what suddenly took over him , all he remembered was that he had you underneath him on his couch — his lips passionately and sensually moving with yours , tongues intertwined in a sensual dance.

Jake knew exactly what he was doing by suggesting to play the pocky game , a game Riki had jokingly suggested to him since he saw a lot of students playing that game back in his home country — well , more like when the younger did go to school. He knew that you wouldn’t say no nor that you would take it seriously , your friendship being so close bonded that such things like cuddling or holding hands was nothing weird for the two of you — kissing wouldn’t be weird as well , right? “Pocky game? But that’s so old school”, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes a little with that stupid grin he had on his face , leaning his head against your shoulder as he nuzzled the side of his face against it — single strands of his hair tickling your skin ever so slightly. “Oh come on , it’ll be fun! Whoever leaves the shortest bit has won! Loser has to pay for the take out order”, Jake whined slightly , wrapping his arm around yours while he lifted his head up to look at you — giving you his signature blinking habit to coax you into it . With a small playful eye roll from you , you agreed.“So , how do we do this?”, You asked while watching him ripping the packaging of the chocolate covered sticks open. “Simple , we each bite on one end and one of us will keep biting on it until they feel like it’s enough. Then we’ll do it again but the one who had previously just kept the other end between their lips will have to do the biting. Whoever has the longer piece left has lost”, Jake explained , taking out one of the chocolate covered sticks and putting one end between his lips while scooting closer to you.

You nodded slightly , not really understanding how the game actually goes but you’ll learn in the process , right? You bit down on the other end and started to bite down on it , your eyes interlocked with Jake’s who was trying not to laugh and keep it together. Now you realized what this game was all about as you got closer and closer to his lips with each bite — your lips brushing against his as you stopped and held your hand under the sweet treat as Jake also bit down on it. “My turn!”, Jake grinned , a mischievous glimmer in his eyes as he placed the pocky stick between your lips — cupping your face just for the extra effect and god was it working. His eyes held a different kind of vibe to them as he was the one in “control” now , his face inching closer to yours as he repeatedly bit down on it. He stopped for a second as his lips were now brushing up against yours , cupping your face more firmly before he pressed his lips against yours. Your eyes widened as the soft plumpness of his lips enveloped yours , his right hand moving from your cheek down to your jaw as he gently moved his lips against yours. “I won..”, Jake mumbled as he broke the kiss , a playful grin on his face but that grin quickly got wiped off as you suddenly kissed him once again — a sudden wave of desire washing over you but neither you nor he regretted playing this game.

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The past and the future, intertwined

RANT POST !!!

this took a lot of balls for me to do but i just wrote an email to my teacher about how i did almost all of the work in this group project and how these emo kids i'm with just kept making jokes about anime and undertale and how hot the joker is 💀 like let's bffr. NOT EVEN RELATED BUT i swear the dude is like misogynistic because he's like gay and REFUSED to admit any girl was pretty and literally kept calling anya taylor joy UGLY AND A FISH. like i will literally kill u LIKE U CANT TALK U LITERALLY HAVE A CRUSH ON EDDIE MUNSON!!! they literally said megan fox was "one of the better looking women out there" like what? they're so loud too and they kept singing i don't wanna be associated with that. they also said i look like one of "those girls" aka popular girls like yeah i am. i'm not your friend. THEY ALSO OUT OF THE BLUE STARTED SAYING MY SISTER ACTED LIKE A TRUMPY LIKE WHAT?!?!! NO SHE DOESNT 😭 i will defend my sister with my life. he had not even talked to my sister in like 3 years keep her name out of your unbrushed tooth filled mouth. bitch.

me when them:

— right here | j.ww

⋆ pairings; wonwoo x fem! reader ⋆ genre; smut, stalker themes, angst, fluff, 90s! au ⋆ w.c; 2.9k+ ⋆ warnings; stalking, a brief non-con talk (doesn't actually happen), masturbating (m.&f.), almost phone sex, stealing of panties, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, he's a bit toxic and an idiot, he's a law student, reader's parents are mentioned as strict and conservative ⋆ a/n; yeah... tried to make it dark and failed miserably. and yes wonwoo reads kafka and you can't change my mind.

stalker! wonwoo who also loves horror movies and hence loves to pull little pranks on you.

“so, gotta boyfriend?” his voice is distorted by the voice changer before it reaches you on the other side. he sighs dreamily, eyes focused on your figure as you cook dinner.

you're not wearing any pants, just an oversized shirt. even though he knows your answer, he waits for you to reply. you blow the soup before tasting it, your landline phone pinched between your shoulder and ear.

“why do you ask?”

wonwoo smiles, leaning against the tree in your backyard. it's almost the same age as you. he knows that. he also knows you live with your parents 'cause they want to protect their little girl from the world. and that you're all alone for tonight, and you share his taste for horror movies.

you move around the kitchen, occupied with the dish. “'could take you out on a date,” he suggests.

you roll your eyes with a scoff, but a small part of you wants to entertain the idea. the idea of going on a date with your digital fling for 3 months does sound enticing. you let the idea sink in as you stir the contents of the pot.

wonwoo groans when you lean your elbows on the counter, giving him a perfect view of your ass. the navy blue underwear, or is it black? he squints his eyes and looks closer. whatever it is, it has him rock-hard beneath his pants.

“did you stub a toe?” you ask with amusement to which he laughs. your visage changes when you realise what he could be doing on the other end. “wait, what are you doing?”

“what do you think i'm doing?” he smirks, watching you move off the counter and closer to the phone body. you twirl the coil cord with your fingers and bite your lip.

“I don't,” you take a deep breath, “know.”

he pulls a cotton underwear from his blazer pocket and presses it to his nose, inhaling your scent. his cock twitches with need, and he suppresses a groan. holding his wireless Nokia 6110 between his shoulder and ear, he undoes his jeans.

it's freezing cold outside, and the risk of mosquitoes is high, but he simply doesn't care. wonwoo pulls his cock out, hissing at the cold air biting his tip. he wraps his fingers around the base, lazily stroking it before wrapping his cock with your underwear that went missing a couple of days ago.

you're at a crossroad in the kitchen. a part of you basks in this debauchery, and the other knows that this very well could be some middle-aged pervert or some 12-year-old messing with you.

“you're so pretty, princess.” he grunts into the phone, hips bucking into his hand.

“you don't even know how I look like..” you trail off, lowkey turned on. wait no! he could be an old man, ew.

he chuckles, eyes darting towards your figure leaning back on the counter with your pouted lips and knitted eyebrows. “maybe..”

wonwoo presses your panties on his tip with his thumb, teasing his slit. his breath quickens and worry looms over your features at his silence.

“you don't know the things I want to do to you.”

you roll your eyes again with a sigh. “really? i wonder what it could be.” the boredom in your tone amuses him.

“I want you to sit on my face,”

a scandalised gasp erupts from your throat before acting nonchalant again. “oh yeah? what else, ghostface?” your breath falters, and your stomach flips. you don't even want to think about what's happening between your legs.

“I'd slowly kiss down your body and make you come undone in all ways.”

well, shit. your legs snap close and bite your lips to stop any embarrassing noises from spilling out. the logical part of you drowns in the wave of horniness that hits you. wonwoo doesn't wait for you to speak and continues.

“I want to strip you bare and make love to you.” his hand movements quicken when he sees you slip a hand down your panties. he sucks in oxygen like he's deprived of it. the cold bites at his skin and his breaths turn foggy, but the thought of you warms him from inside.

your thoughts muddle, and any common sense is thrown out the window when you feel your arousal sticking to your panties. you can't offer him many words, and it brings you embarrassment at how easily you fold. to keep up your facade, you scoff into the speaker but wait for him to speak up.

but the line disconnects, filling you with disappointment and wanting. you place the phone on the cradle and sit down on the floor. the disappointment doesn't deter you from touching yourself to the thoughts of him. you wonder how he sounds in real life and imagine him doing the things he spoke of.

your toes curl as you apply pressure to your clit, rubbing it incessantly. your other hand plays with your nipples, pinching and rolling them over your t-shirt. you try and try but can't climax. you pull out your hands with anger and annoyance.

burying your head in your knees, you think of blocking him but realise he's probably using *67. the hiss of the boiling snaps you back to reality, and you stand up in a hurry to look at the food. you groan, looking at the sad-looking dish staring back at you.

the telephone rings, piling up on your irritated state. “what?” you bark, teeth grinding and knuckles turning white.

“come outside,” a low voice tells you.

“what?” you repeat, softer this time. before the gears in your brain could turn, you find yourself at the front door, turning the knob. it feels like whiplash when your eyes land on the person outside.

“wonwoo? what are you doing here?”

now, why the hell was your ex-boyfriend at your door? and wait.. is he your ghostface?

the possibility—possibility? it's the fucking truth. he's the one who's been calling you anonymously for 3 months and filling the hole in your romantic life. the very hole that he left.

he looks the same—almost the same—but then you notice the faint ring of dark circles, the tiredness in his eyes, and, is that your panties hanging from his blazer pocket?

it doesn't take long for your pent-up emotions to flood your senses and suddenly, you're pulling him in, and locking your hands around his neck. you press your lips to his and let his hands wander your body.

 “wonwoo, fuck!”

you throw your head back on the handrest and tug at his hair roots. his tongue laps at your cunt, and his nose brushes your clit as you lay fully bare on your couch. wonwoo’s grip on your hips holds you down while he slurps and sucks on your hole, tongue prodding inside every now and then.

his soft lips mold with your pussy lips, and his over-grown hair tickles your inner thigh. his hungry eyes meet yours before he pulls away with your fluids glistening on his skin. he ascends on you like a predator sizing up its prey. your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him down.

the soft material of his t-shirt presses against your burning skin, and you feel cold without his warmth. “off,” you huff, tugging at the cloth. he obliges with a smile. soon he joins you on the couch, and feeling his bare skin on yours elicits a variety of emotions from you.

you’re ready to break down and cry but also have the urge to slap him along with the cauterizing need to have him inside you. he stills for a moment, silently looking for reassurance to go ahead. you tilt up your head, kissing him softly and breathing him in. you forgot how intimate it felt to share your breath with another.

wonwoo kisses your forehead and moves back, positioning himself between your legs. “condom?” you croak.

“I don’t have one.”

eyeing the hesitant look on your face, he continues. “I haven’t slept with anyone … after you.”

you crash your lips against his, tongue pushing past his lips. you moan wantonly, and the noises of wet kissing reverberate through your eardrums. you card your fingers through his lush black locks and tilt your head, kissing him deeper and slower.

your core pulsates as his hands rediscover your body. goosebumps rise on your skin when his thumb brushes against your hard nipple, and you shiver, feeling his cock on your thigh. you gasp for air, pulling away. his hands brush down your back to your ass, kneading the flesh beneath his fingers.

wonwoo leans back on the handrest, helping you to position on his cock. you sink down on his cock with his help. you moan in unison when you bottom out. his raw cock kissing your insides sends a flurry of tingles through your body.

you grind down to stimulate your clit. shameless moans escape your lips when he thrusts up, balls slapping against your ass. his hands make a home on your hips as he continues drilling his cock inside you. you throw your hands around his neck, pressing yourself against him. you don’t kiss him but place your lips close to his, and with every moan and whimper, your lips brush against his.

you lose yourself in pleasure, in the way his cock splits you open and in the way he sucks on your nipples. one of his hands moves down to rub your clit as he keeps sucking on your nipple. he moves to the other one, swirling his tongue around the bud.

your body trembles with stimulation, and you bounce on his cock harder, desperately chasing your high. wonwoo detaches from your tits to press a hot kiss against your lips. you moan against his lips, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten with each thrust.

his tip kisses your insides, and your arousal forms a creamy ring around the base of his cock. you're way too gone, lost in the warmth of his hands and the depth of his onyx eyes.

a certain thrust and the rubbing of his hand has you trembling above him. your legs give out, and you rest your head on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.

“I can't—I,” wonwoo shushes you and repositions his hands on your ass, gripping it as he thrusts upwards into your cunt. the sheer force of his thrusts makes you whimper and dig your fingernails into his broad shoulders.

“wonu,” you draw out his name as your face contorts in pleasure.

“yes, princess?” the nickname never fails to fluster you, and the rich timbre of his voice sends a shiver down your spine. he leaves hot, open-mouthed kisses on your neck and chest.

“please, I want to—want to cum.”

he nibbles on your earlobe, wetting the skin with his tongue. “mhm. but bad girls don't get to cum.”

“bad girl?” you whimper, “but I didn't do anything!”

“y'sure, princess?”

“yes!”

“you started talking to a stranger on the phone. yes, it was me. but you weren't aware.” you whine when he slows his pace to a stop. you clench around his length, chasing for some friction.

“you started locking your windows. I thought you liked it when I used to climb into your room through your window—”

you cut him off, “you broke up with me for your stupid friends!”

“and.. I left it open for the first few days after you left...” your voice reduces to a whisper.

“I'm sorry, princess.” he starts. “but it seemed like you moved on with your little church boy,” he hisses through his teeth, voice lacing with venom.

“joshua is my friend.” you hiss back.

wonwoo clicks his tongue, hating the taste of his name on your tongue. the chances of you kicking him out if this keeps up are high. so he changes the topic.

“y'k how badly I wanted to climb into your room? to take off your blankets, and push aside your panty. you would like that wouldn't you?”

“for me to have my way with you while you're asleep? even if you wake up, you'll let me hit it like a slut, right?”

your pussy flutters around his cock and you whine, hitting his chest. wonwoo smirks and leans into your ear, “dirty, dirty princess.” his voice drops an octave.

“I was peeping on you all this time. you wore my shirts, princess? love me that much? hmm?”

you hide your face in his shoulders but feel his smile radiating through his voice. “fuck you.”

“you are,” he grips your hips, pulling out halfway before slamming his cock back in. your slick arousal drips down your thighs, uncomfortably. his cock stretches your gummy walls and the coil in your stomach tightens.

it's hard to adjust to his animalistic pace and you're overwhelmed. lust and passion clouds your senses and the coil snaps. the orgasm crashes over you and your lewd moans fill the room. your body trembles above his and you grip onto him for dear life.

your first orgasm in three months is mind-numbing. wonwoo continues to thrust, chasing his orgasm. he grunts when you violently clench around his length, forcing him to cum.

warm ropes of cum decorate your walls and the wet sounds of sex halts as he pulls you closer. he rests his forehead on yours, sharing his breath with you.

by the time you calm down, you're flooded with shame and the reality of what just happened. his arms and the sound of his heartbeat is no longer comforting. removing his arms around you, you stand up.

you hiss and clench your thighs at the ache between them. his essence drips out of your hole down your thighs, a reminder of what you just did.

wonwoo sits up, worry filling his system as he watches slip on your t-shirt and move away from the couch. he wants to say something, but what can he say? hey, sorry for leaving you and stalking you. 'think we can get back together?

he cringes at himself and watches helplessly as you move towards the vinyl record holder. you pull out a vinyl he recognises and place it on the player.

‘The Chain’ by Fleetwood Mac fills the room, and you walk back to the couch, sitting with space between you two. the soft strum of guitar and drums calms his nerves.

“why?” you fiddle with your fingers, refusing to look at him as you ask. he sighs and shifts a little closer, t-shirt covering his body and glasses back on. “I,” he sucks in a sharp breath.

“I had doubts about … us.”

“I didn't think we'd work out and my friends seemed to agree. I—I'm sorry.” he holds his gaze down with shame.

“it was stupid, i know. but I thought our differences won't work out.”

“how can you decide it before anything actually happens?” you bark at him, your heart clenches with frustration.

“I—”

‘and if you don't love me now, you will never love me again’

wonwoo cringes inwardly. who would have thought that the song he used to dance with you to would represent his life now? he cannot find words to express what he wants to say. two years of majoring in law and literature down the drain.

he simply moves closer till his thighs press against yours and leans his head on your shoulders. “did you only miss me for my body?”

“no!” his defense comes a bit stronger, and he hugs you closer. “no. it's not like that. I missed you.”

‘I can still hear you saying you would never break the chain’

you take his face in your hands, kissing his lips softly. but you break it as soon as your lips meet and drag him upstairs to your room. your grip on his tighter, harsher, like you're trying to prove a point.

wonwoo doesn't protest that he's naked and lets you drag him away. reaching your room, you pull him inside and show him the stacks of books lining your nightstand.

he adjusts his glasses and squints at the books. he saw you buying books and reading them almost every night. he wondered how your conservative parents suddenly allowed you to read books, let alone ... law books?

“law books. I fought with my parents and bought them, just so that we could talk about it because I don't know shit about law!”

you're sobbing, tears cascading down your cheeks, and he feels his heart skip a beat or two. his eyes dart towards the other books on your shelf, Sherlock Holmes and Kafka, his favorites too.

he pulls you into his arms, hugging you tightly. he smiles at your faux protests and holds you softly.

wonwoo doesn't tell you but he has his own collection of Fleetwood Mac vinyl records lining up in his shelf. he bought Delta of Venus and A Spy in the House of Love, even though he doesn't like the vulgarity of the books you secretly read.

he holds you closer, and for anyone who looks into your windows, they'd only see the silhouette of a single person. your sobs quiet down, and he whispers soft apologies into your skin.

and wonwoo discovers that love is simple after all. love is reading Law and Kafka in your moonlit room filled with '60s rock music.

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