littlemisskookie

[littlemisskookie]

Happiness Will Come To You.

[littlemisskookie]

I MISS U, STAY HEALTHY🫶🫶🩷🩷🩷🩷

Thank you! I’m on spring break rn so I’ve at least gotten a little break and to see my friends

[littlemisskookie]

[85/547] — until we meet again, jungkook ♡

#darling

[littlemisskookie]

Heyyy girl

I absolutely love ur writing. I was just wandering if u knew when crocodile tear's would be out? sorry if I'm annoying you or anything I'm just excited. <3 <3

Do not know yet- my mental health hasn’t been the best for writing

[littlemisskookie]

Take as long as you need and take care of yourself. Absolutely sucks to hear that your mental health isn't optimal so please be kind to yourself <3

Thank you!!luckily I have spring break soon so at least I can have some reprieve from school

[littlemisskookie]

AHHHH I HADNT SEEN YOUR PICTURE HELLO?? PRETTY AS ALWAYS 🤩

Aw thank u bb

[littlemisskookie]

First and foremost Piss Off Your Parents was confusing asf because why did y/n leave jungkook when he literally said what he meant that he loved her and second you could do better writing your stories because that one pmo 😐

Clearly u guys can’t handle complex female characters 🙄 or heard of avoidant attachment style

#also it’s from years ago lmaooo #fuck off? #not every main character is well adjusted

[littlemisskookie]

Sorry guys I’ve been depressed and constantly on the verge of a BPD episode and I’m barelllllly hanging on to 100% sanity

[littlemisskookie]

You're sooooo pretty omg 😩😩💓💓💓 happy valentine's day!!!

Aw thank you! Happy valentines!

[littlemisskookie]

hii will free use be discontinued?

Probably not, it’s something I’ll return to giving random updates when I’m horny and feel like it

[littlemisskookie]

I cannot wait!! omg I'm so excited to see crocodile tears chap 3 I know the wait will be worth it. btw you done a magnificent !! <3

Awww thank you!!!

[littlemisskookie]

Totally random but lately I’ve been getting into the Visitors album by ABBA, particularly the songs Two for the Price of One (wow what a shocker from the gal who will use any excuse to write a threesome), Head Over Heels, You Owe Me One, and of course The Visitors

#I think all of them could be smut titles #the visitors could be ANOTHER threesome of CNC roleplay breaking into someone’s place #two for the price of one is already clear from the name #head over heels would probably be something like fluffier #or something involving obsession (along the lines of yandere) #and you owe me one has a lot more personal possibilities

[littlemisskookie]

So unbelievably hyped for crocodile tears ch 3 let's gooooo

Here I’ll let u have a little snippet.

Yoongi laughed, the snicker only further adding to your humiliation. "She airdropped this earlier. I've been scrolling through it- she's got more porn stored on her phone than a teenage boy. This must span years."

"It was-" You shoot your gaze up at his, eyes wide. He only smirked at your expression, further urging on Namjoon to explore your little blog of fantasies.

"Just look at all this degrading shit she's into, Joon. Can you believe she's into this freaky shit?" Yoongi interrupted, scrolling through the array of fanfictions you had stored on the page.

"Yoongi!" you whined almost patronizingly, immediately being cut off by Yoongi's sharp glare.

"No, no, don't you go acting so innocent. I've seen the depraved shit you've got on there. You're really into some dark shit, huh? You just want to be used like a toy, is that it?" He hooked his finger under your chin and forced you to lock your gaze with his. "Want us to do it for you?"

#guys plz remember this fic is somewhat centered on humiliation #very much a fantasy #and there’s a few… surprises I have in store

[littlemisskookie]

Crocodile Tears: Ch 3 Teaser

Lucky for your shaking legs and exhausted body, Taehyung carried you back to the house from the woods. You didn’t even have to ask him, simply accepting the kisses he peppered across your face adoringly. He pulled you up and into his arms, pulling the hoodie back onto you and carrying you back to shelter. You giggled, swinging your legs a little as you wrapped your arms around his neck, giving soft kisses to his neck as a tired thank you. Whether it was for carrying you, fucking you- no, fuck it, both- he seemed to understand. He turned his head to capture your lips once you were back on the porch. He gently put you down on the couch, brushing your hair now that you guys were in better light. “How’re you feeling, pretty girl?”

“Wonderful,” you replied honestly, a warm buzz going through your body at his words.

He kissed you softly, his demeanor so sweet and endearing in comparison to how brutally he had fucked you just moments ago. You couldn’t help but lean in further, wanting to deepen the kiss, to feel more of Taehyung. As though hearing your thoughts, Taehyung smiled into the kiss, slightly leaning back and forcing you to follow in desperation. “Careful,” he murmured against your lips in warning. “You might get addicted.”

To him or to sex, you weren’t sure. Again, perhaps both. “I might be already,” you whispered back, moaning softly as you feel his tongue pressing against yours sensually. “Could get used to this.”

“You can come to me for this anytime, sweet girl,” Taehyung grinned assuringly. “I don’t think just a taste was enough.”

You sputtered at that, eyes wide. “You consider that just a taste?”

Taehyung’s devious smirk only deepened, confirming his words. From the corner of your eye you spot your discarded underwear being taken by Taehyung. You’re suddenly embarrassingly aware of how naked you feel underneath just the oversized hoodie. You reached out towards Taehyung, but he calmly grabs your wrist to stop you. “Nah,” he said smugly, grinning at your pathetic expression. “Want you to squirm all day with my cum inside of you- let the next guy find it.”

You guffawed at him in disbelief, shaking your head and reaching for the bong from earlier. Unfortunately, most of the bowl was already spent, and you were only able to get in perhaps three hits with Taehyung before it was dead.

“You want more?” Taehyung questioned.

“More what?” You question suspiciously. You were beginning to question if Taehyung had also eaten one of the sex brownies to keep up with your increased libido.

He laughed at that. “Weed. Go up to Namjoon’s, I think he’s got a bunch of his good shit in his room. He won’t mind if it’s you.”

You felt a bit more confident about that. At worst you were going to run into Namjoon, and knowing him, he hasn’t touched his phone all day. Namjoon was the type to go on about how phones were rotting people’s attention spans and ruining connection- which is true, you feel as though you’re an overgrown iPad kid at times- and so tries to spend as little time on it as possible. Most of the time he was on Do Not Disturb and would only bother to check a message if the person decides to notify him already. He was also notorious for being bad at responding. There was no way he was one of the people who had been dropped your secret blog.

Knowing him, he was probably lounging on one of his sofa chairs in his room and smoking. Namjoon was a big reason you guys had so much weed to spare today, as one of his hobbies was growing plants, of all kinds. His most impressive had ended up being over six feet wide alone, his green thumb proving to be one your entire group could deeply appreciate. Namjoon doubled as a dealer for many of you, though you of course got the biggest discount. No one gave you shit for it- except Jimin.

Lucky for you, you didn’t run into anyone on your way up to Namjoon’s room, and true to theory he was sitting in his chair, reading a book and smoking out of a pipe. It was one of those old-timey fashioned ones, a gift you specifically had given him as a joke. Truth be told, it suited him.

He looked up at you with an unsuspecting and innocent smile, giving you a breath of relief. He didn’t know.

“Y/N, what’s up?” Namjoon questioned unassumingly, his voice deep and raspy from smoking.

“Not much.” Just praying you can’t smell the cum I’m trying not to let dribble down my thighs. You motion to the pipe in his hand. “Can I hit?”

“Of course,” he responded, passing it over. Hopefully he didn’t mean it for just the weed.

You gratefully took the pipe, lighting it and inhaling the smoke. God, Namjoon looked so good, with his meaty thighs spread before you like a platter. Before you knew it, dirty thoughts raced through your head as your gaze locked with the little amount of his thighs the shorts revealed. You were akin to a Victorian man seeing a woman’s ankle for the first time, despite the fact that you had been fucked two ways to Sunday by two men already.

But… what will one more hurt? Who could resist sexy, charming, intellectual Kim Namjoon? He was so respectful and sweet, how could you not just suck his dick?

(How long did these fucking brownies last???)

You tried to recall your experiences with drugs before. Before your tolerance for weed had become as exceptional as it is now, you could still feel high through a “high hangover”, as you and your friends called it, until the day after. When you did mushrooms it lasted for about six hours, and you couldn’t sleep during the entirety of it. You wondered if the brownies would work the same way. Maybe it was the brownies dosage or your own insatiable need that left you restless for more.

“Whatcha reading?” you inquired, sitting down in the sofa chair next to his. You guys were only perhaps a foot apart, now, and when you crossed your legs and bounced your foot you could tap against him. The energy Taehyung had fucked out of you seemed to be returning.

“One of my philosophy books,” he answered, taking the pipe from you to take another hit. “It’s not the type you’d like.”

“Mm, that’s true, I’m more of a fantasy type of girl,” you say. Your favorite books to read were romances in faraway lands filled with mythical beings- who you could fuck, of course. You let your foot run lightly over Namjoon’s shin, hoping he’ll catch on to your flirtation through the double entendre. Surely a smarty pants like him would get it.

“Are you?” Namjoon asked. Just as you opened your mouth to reply, the door swings open to reveal none other than Min Yoongi.

Unlike Namjoon, the look on his face when his gaze met yours did not read as friendly and oblivious. No, instead his eyes darkened and a small smirk formed on his face as he made a beeline to the two of you. You tensed, adrenaline rushing through you as though you had been caught in the act. In a sense you were- you probably would’ve jumped Namjoon’s bones if he gave you an opportunity. Yoongi’s smile was so similar to the one Jungkook and Taehyung had worn right before devouring you. Excited, cruel, the smile of one who already won but wanted to rub it into someone’s face. Sadistic.

He knows.

[littlemisskookie]

Hi, when is ch 3 going to be up? I’m sorry for asking but I want to read it ahh

It’s currently sitting at 4K and still isn’t finished so do not know

[littlemisskookie]

Crocodile Tears: Ch 3 Teaser

Lucky for your shaking legs and exhausted body, Taehyung carried you back to the house from the woods. You didn’t even have to ask him, simply accepting the kisses he peppered across your face adoringly. He pulled you up and into his arms, pulling the hoodie back onto you and carrying you back to shelter. You giggled, swinging your legs a little as you wrapped your arms around his neck, giving soft kisses to his neck as a tired thank you. Whether it was for carrying you, fucking you- no, fuck it, both- he seemed to understand. He turned his head to capture your lips once you were back on the porch. He gently put you down on the couch, brushing your hair now that you guys were in better light. “How’re you feeling, pretty girl?”

“Wonderful,” you replied honestly, a warm buzz going through your body at his words.

He kissed you softly, his demeanor so sweet and endearing in comparison to how brutally he had fucked you just moments ago. You couldn’t help but lean in further, wanting to deepen the kiss, to feel more of Taehyung. As though hearing your thoughts, Taehyung smiled into the kiss, slightly leaning back and forcing you to follow in desperation. “Careful,” he murmured against your lips in warning. “You might get addicted.”

To him or to sex, you weren’t sure. Again, perhaps both. “I might be already,” you whispered back, moaning softly as you feel his tongue pressing against yours sensually. “Could get used to this.”

“You can come to me for this anytime, sweet girl,” Taehyung grinned assuringly. “I don’t think just a taste was enough.”

You sputtered at that, eyes wide. “You consider that just a taste?”

Taehyung’s devious smirk only deepened, confirming his words. From the corner of your eye you spot your discarded underwear being taken by Taehyung. You’re suddenly embarrassingly aware of how naked you feel underneath just the oversized hoodie. You reached out towards Taehyung, but he calmly grabs your wrist to stop you. “Nah,” he said smugly, grinning at your pathetic expression. “Want you to squirm all day with my cum inside of you- let the next guy find it.”

You guffawed at him in disbelief, shaking your head and reaching for the bong from earlier. Unfortunately, most of the bowl was already spent, and you were only able to get in perhaps three hits with Taehyung before it was dead.

“You want more?” Taehyung questioned.

“More what?” You question suspiciously. You were beginning to question if Taehyung had also eaten one of the sex brownies to keep up with your increased libido.

He laughed at that. “Weed. Go up to Namjoon’s, I think he’s got a bunch of his good shit in his room. He won’t mind if it’s you.”

You felt a bit more confident about that. At worst you were going to run into Namjoon, and knowing him, he hasn’t touched his phone all day. Namjoon was the type to go on about how phones were rotting people’s attention spans and ruining connection- which is true, you feel as though you’re an overgrown iPad kid at times- and so tries to spend as little time on it as possible. Most of the time he was on Do Not Disturb and would only bother to check a message if the person decides to notify him already. He was also notorious for being bad at responding. There was no way he was one of the people who had been dropped your secret blog.

Knowing him, he was probably lounging on one of his sofa chairs in his room and smoking. Namjoon was a big reason you guys had so much weed to spare today, as one of his hobbies was growing plants, of all kinds. His most impressive had ended up being over six feet wide alone, his green thumb proving to be one your entire group could deeply appreciate. Namjoon doubled as a dealer for many of you, though you of course got the biggest discount. No one gave you shit for it- except Jimin.

Lucky for you, you didn’t run into anyone on your way up to Namjoon’s room, and true to theory he was sitting in his chair, reading a book and smoking out of a pipe. It was one of those old-timey fashioned ones, a gift you specifically had given him as a joke. Truth be told, it suited him.

He looked up at you with an unsuspecting and innocent smile, giving you a breath of relief. He didn’t know.

“Y/N, what’s up?” Namjoon questioned unassumingly, his voice deep and raspy from smoking.

“Not much.” Just praying you can’t smell the cum I’m trying not to let dribble down my thighs. You motion to the pipe in his hand. “Can I hit?”

“Of course,” he responded, passing it over. Hopefully he didn’t mean it for just the weed.

You gratefully took the pipe, lighting it and inhaling the smoke. God, Namjoon looked so good, with his meaty thighs spread before you like a platter. Before you knew it, dirty thoughts raced through your head as your gaze locked with the little amount of his thighs the shorts revealed. You were akin to a Victorian man seeing a woman’s ankle for the first time, despite the fact that you had been fucked two ways to Sunday by two men already.

But… what will one more hurt? Who could resist sexy, charming, intellectual Kim Namjoon? He was so respectful and sweet, how could you not just suck his dick?

(How long did these fucking brownies last???)

You tried to recall your experiences with drugs before. Before your tolerance for weed had become as exceptional as it is now, you could still feel high through a “high hangover”, as you and your friends called it, until the day after. When you did mushrooms it lasted for about six hours, and you couldn’t sleep during the entirety of it. You wondered if the brownies would work the same way. Maybe it was the brownies dosage or your own insatiable need that left you restless for more.

“Whatcha reading?” you inquired, sitting down in the sofa chair next to his. You guys were only perhaps a foot apart, now, and when you crossed your legs and bounced your foot you could tap against him. The energy Taehyung had fucked out of you seemed to be returning.

“One of my philosophy books,” he answered, taking the pipe from you to take another hit. “It’s not the type you’d like.”

“Mm, that’s true, I’m more of a fantasy type of girl,” you say. Your favorite books to read were romances in faraway lands filled with mythical beings- who you could fuck, of course. You let your foot run lightly over Namjoon’s shin, hoping he’ll catch on to your flirtation through the double entendre. Surely a smarty pants like him would get it.

“Are you?” Namjoon asked. Just as you opened your mouth to reply, the door swings open to reveal none other than Min Yoongi.

Unlike Namjoon, the look on his face when his gaze met yours did not read as friendly and oblivious. No, instead his eyes darkened and a small smirk formed on his face as he made a beeline to the two of you. You tensed, adrenaline rushing through you as though you had been caught in the act. In a sense you were- you probably would’ve jumped Namjoon’s bones if he gave you an opportunity. Yoongi’s smile was so similar to the one Jungkook and Taehyung had worn right before devouring you. Excited, cruel, the smile of one who already won but wanted to rub it into someone’s face. Sadistic.

He knows.

[littlemisskookie]

Crocodile Tears: Ch 3 Teaser

Lucky for your shaking legs and exhausted body, Taehyung carried you back to the house from the woods. You didn’t even have to ask him, simply accepting the kisses he peppered across your face adoringly. He pulled you up and into his arms, pulling the hoodie back onto you and carrying you back to shelter. You giggled, swinging your legs a little as you wrapped your arms around his neck, giving soft kisses to his neck as a tired thank you. Whether it was for carrying you, fucking you- no, fuck it, both- he seemed to understand. He turned his head to capture your lips once you were back on the porch. He gently put you down on the couch, brushing your hair now that you guys were in better light. “How’re you feeling, pretty girl?”

“Wonderful,” you replied honestly, a warm buzz going through your body at his words.

He kissed you softly, his demeanor so sweet and endearing in comparison to how brutally he had fucked you just moments ago. You couldn’t help but lean in further, wanting to deepen the kiss, to feel more of Taehyung. As though hearing your thoughts, Taehyung smiled into the kiss, slightly leaning back and forcing you to follow in desperation. “Careful,” he murmured against your lips in warning. “You might get addicted.”

To him or to sex, you weren’t sure. Again, perhaps both. “I might be already,” you whispered back, moaning softly as you feel his tongue pressing against yours sensually. “Could get used to this.”

“You can come to me for this anytime, sweet girl,” Taehyung grinned assuringly. “I don’t think just a taste was enough.”

You sputtered at that, eyes wide. “You consider that just a taste?”

Taehyung’s devious smirk only deepened, confirming his words. From the corner of your eye you spot your discarded underwear being taken by Taehyung. You’re suddenly embarrassingly aware of how naked you feel underneath just the oversized hoodie. You reached out towards Taehyung, but he calmly grabs your wrist to stop you. “Nah,” he said smugly, grinning at your pathetic expression. “Want you to squirm all day with my cum inside of you- let the next guy find it.”

You guffawed at him in disbelief, shaking your head and reaching for the bong from earlier. Unfortunately, most of the bowl was already spent, and you were only able to get in perhaps three hits with Taehyung before it was dead.

“You want more?” Taehyung questioned.

“More what?” You question suspiciously. You were beginning to question if Taehyung had also eaten one of the sex brownies to keep up with your increased libido.

He laughed at that. “Weed. Go up to Namjoon’s, I think he’s got a bunch of his good shit in his room. He won’t mind if it’s you.”

You felt a bit more confident about that. At worst you were going to run into Namjoon, and knowing him, he hasn’t touched his phone all day. Namjoon was the type to go on about how phones were rotting people’s attention spans and ruining connection- which is true, you feel as though you’re an overgrown iPad kid at times- and so tries to spend as little time on it as possible. Most of the time he was on Do Not Disturb and would only bother to check a message if the person decides to notify him already. He was also notorious for being bad at responding. There was no way he was one of the people who had been dropped your secret blog.

Knowing him, he was probably lounging on one of his sofa chairs in his room and smoking. Namjoon was a big reason you guys had so much weed to spare today, as one of his hobbies was growing plants, of all kinds. His most impressive had ended up being over six feet wide alone, his green thumb proving to be one your entire group could deeply appreciate. Namjoon doubled as a dealer for many of you, though you of course got the biggest discount. No one gave you shit for it- except Jimin.

Lucky for you, you didn’t run into anyone on your way up to Namjoon’s room, and true to theory he was sitting in his chair, reading a book and smoking out of a pipe. It was one of those old-timey fashioned ones, a gift you specifically had given him as a joke. Truth be told, it suited him.

He looked up at you with an unsuspecting and innocent smile, giving you a breath of relief. He didn’t know.

“Y/N, what’s up?” Namjoon questioned unassumingly, his voice deep and raspy from smoking.

“Not much.” Just praying you can’t smell the cum I’m trying not to let dribble down my thighs. You motion to the pipe in his hand. “Can I hit?”

“Of course,” he responded, passing it over. Hopefully he didn’t mean it for just the weed.

You gratefully took the pipe, lighting it and inhaling the smoke. God, Namjoon looked so good, with his meaty thighs spread before you like a platter. Before you knew it, dirty thoughts raced through your head as your gaze locked with the little amount of his thighs the shorts revealed. You were akin to a Victorian man seeing a woman’s ankle for the first time, despite the fact that you had been fucked two ways to Sunday by two men already.

But… what will one more hurt? Who could resist sexy, charming, intellectual Kim Namjoon? He was so respectful and sweet, how could you not just suck his dick?

(How long did these fucking brownies last???)

You tried to recall your experiences with drugs before. Before your tolerance for weed had become as exceptional as it is now, you could still feel high through a “high hangover”, as you and your friends called it, until the day after. When you did mushrooms it lasted for about six hours, and you couldn’t sleep during the entirety of it. You wondered if the brownies would work the same way. Maybe it was the brownies dosage or your own insatiable need that left you restless for more.

“Whatcha reading?” you inquired, sitting down in the sofa chair next to his. You guys were only perhaps a foot apart, now, and when you crossed your legs and bounced your foot you could tap against him. The energy Taehyung had fucked out of you seemed to be returning.

“One of my philosophy books,” he answered, taking the pipe from you to take another hit. “It’s not the type you’d like.”

“Mm, that’s true, I’m more of a fantasy type of girl,” you say. Your favorite books to read were romances in faraway lands filled with mythical beings- who you could fuck, of course. You let your foot run lightly over Namjoon’s shin, hoping he’ll catch on to your flirtation through the double entendre. Surely a smarty pants like him would get it.

“Are you?” Namjoon asked. Just as you opened your mouth to reply, the door swings open to reveal none other than Min Yoongi.

Unlike Namjoon, the look on his face when his gaze met yours did not read as friendly and oblivious. No, instead his eyes darkened and a small smirk formed on his face as he made a beeline to the two of you. You tensed, adrenaline rushing through you as though you had been caught in the act. In a sense you were- you probably would’ve jumped Namjoon’s bones if he gave you an opportunity. Yoongi’s smile was so similar to the one Jungkook and Taehyung had worn right before devouring you. Excited, cruel, the smile of one who already won but wanted to rub it into someone’s face. Sadistic.

He knows.