travis mcelroy got way too much hate for Graduation. it wasn't perfect, it wasn't clean, but it was his first attempt at a longform story, and he was coming into it vulnerably earnest and genuine.

that was not the vibe of TAZ, so it felt really weird! and he obviously hadn't done his research regarding certain issues. but it was never malicious. and the fucking community ripped him apart despite that.

yes, we can ask for better from people who produce content. but we cannot destroy their desire to create in the process. or we are, frankly, no better than fascists.

hm. i need to actually talk about things in real life but maybe it'll help if first i make a framework for thinking about things that i will realize is unworkable and discard within the month. so like as far as fantasies and adjacent things go, let's break those down into a few categories.

things that i would like to do and could do irl to within reasonable tolerances. this is honestly where i have the most difficulty and ambiguity bc a. the definition engages with the limitations of actual reality which are less analytically knowable than the limitations of my desire and b. for anything that's not actually part of my current sexual practices i have to figure out and admit to myself why it isn't, which i have a hard time doing. the clear members of this category are mostly pretty basic sex acts tbh with some moderate power dynamics and masochism or whatever, the farther reaches shade into like "I'd try this once i guess but idk whether I'd like it"

things that are enjoyable fantasies but i can't feasibly do irl. this ranges from normal and concrete sex acts involving having a pussy to the sort of all-encompassing ecstasy that only really exists in fiction to the Odysseus and the Sirens thing.

things that i wouldn't enjoy even as a fantasy but find compelling in a way that's at least adjacent to sexuality. The last days of Christ, nail me to your cross and break me bleed me beat me kill me take me now before I change my mind; a factory designed by a lover to inflict unimaginably agonizing tortures upon me; my mind tearing to shreds as i gaze upon an incomprehensible god.

anyway i guess the number 1 low hanging fruit is just to do more direct experimentation in my actual sexual practices to figure out what i do and don't Actually Enjoy rather than what's hypothetically fun. unfortunately that involves talking to people whose opinions i care too much about to just say "fuck you if you react poorly to this". that's a very freeing thing about online, no matter how much i like an online poster they are p much always only an online poster to me

HEADCANONS FOR MY BOYFRIEND DR SKRRRRT

HI SANDRA!!!!!!!!

Miguel

hes mad here but hes so fine HELP-

He’s the one I feel like id get along with the most

he’s my age, he likes my music and we like the same movies

Miguel loves car dates, just blasting music from the shared playlist, taking a drive, and getting out is so relaxing to him.

he loves to do karaoke too, we just fuck around on the mic (skrrt Sandra let's have karaoke dates ur bf can dedicate an emo song to you)

I feel like we’re the best friend dynamic out of the relationships

thats how it would probably go: friends to lovers

hes like a good guy for serious hes sooo respectful and polite 

pulls up to the pad and if any family is there he makes sure to introduce himself n all that

HIM TEACHING ME KARATE. yeah. its so cute and he like lowkey roasts me like bro please i can barely stand correctly 

going to the arcade so i can beat him at steet fighter

HE LOVES MATCHING LIKE IDK WHY HE JUST DOES

minimal beef with the rest of the bfs but

he does. not. like. Matt.

like, at all.

“You know what sensei would say about him?” “yeah yeah- strike first, strike hard, no mercy his ass.”

he doesn't mind Bill, but he feels like he has to take him (and Ted) in moderation

Out of all the guys, he trusts Bill the most

Miguel prefers to hang out at my house but feels awkward when Eddie is around

especially after he found out Eddie and Matt were best friends

good thing Eddie works when Miguel is done with practice, then he can sneak in without feeling weird

would sooo get along with Jack. I feel like he and Jack would be down to hang out with or without me and his girl (hi sandra)

Miguel loves cuddling but he won't do it in front of the others bf’s, he’ll feel some type of way if one of the guys was shamelessly touching me and acting as if he wasn’t there (EX. Dario, Matt. Bill does it without even realizing he’s doing it- regardless I will not do my lil latino bf dirty)

His arms......... around......... my torso.................... need a seat help

I feel like sex with him would be so natural 

like he wouldn't have much experience, he’d try his best

that sounds so bad nah he does a good job but he doesn't get around is what I mean *crying emoji*

Kind of goofy because it's so light-hearted, i dunno Miguel just gives off "virgins not virgining anymore" vibes idk

i lov him xoxo

Dario

Nah I'm pushing it with this one, cause no one likes him, aside from Gael maybe

NO MY BOYFRIEND CRAZY HE KILL PEOPLE

u know what tho he hasn’t thought about killing Bill or Miguel

hurting them, maybe, but never kill

they're just stupid teenagers to him, one of my “friends”

*me coming back from hanging out with Bill* “hey, Dario.” “There you are. How’s your little friend? the blonde one you were with.”

Matt and Gael tho? no yeah he has thought about killing them

“I could do it so easily, do you want to hear-?” “I’d rather not hear about how you’d kill my other boyfriends.”

Jealousy? Unsure. He is possessive, period. He doesnt like to share (he can barely tolerate the other guys) so if anyone outside the circle tries to holla at me,,,, yeah no that person will get beat

He has this weird competition thing with Gael. They’re kind of friends but would kill each other over me

Dario is a few years younger than Gael, but is kind of jealous of him in a way, particularly about how affectionate Gael is compared to Dario

he isn’t the softest but he does try his best

He’ll do things with me even if he isn’t interested in them. Unless he feels like he will absolutely hate the activity, he doesn't like to admit he enjoys doing whatever with me

Likes when i’m just lounging on him, he puts a hand right below my chest, or plays with my hands.

Insecure about the amount of affection he gives (or lack thereof), he wasn't used to it in the beginning, but after becoming accustomed to it, he feels like he just doesn't give as much as he gets and it conflicts with him

"Does it bother you that I hold you less than other guys?"

or 

"What do the others give you that I don't?" 

Lowkey a lot of reassurance

Due to Dario doing shady shit in other countries, he’s gone for periods of time

By the time he comes back, its late at night or very early in the morning. he always comes to my place first, not caring about whos there. If I’m not in bed by the time he comes, he’ll give me a really long hug before taking me to the bedroom to rest

If i’m not home, he’ll wait for me

poetic in a way (am I grasping at straws? yes. Dario is MY oc now leave me alone), would tell me about how he’d cut out the heart of every man who’s ever looked at me with lust and give it to me as an offering. yaaaay

aside from those... words of affirmation(?), he’d not super affectionate unless we’re messing around (uknowwhatimsayin)

Dario knows how to treat a girl tho like yessss f*ck me and tell me how’d you kill me

long fingers. need I say more?

When me and Dario bang, he likes to name drop the other guys, especially Gael

“look at you unraveling without permission... Gael’s been spoiling you. Looks like I’ll have to retrain you, hm?” or “He doesn’t make you cry like this, does he?” gay ass why are you thinking about another man's performance during sex

Love my crazy ass man fr

Matt

this absolute fucking loser

like get him out of my sight

but also I wanthispenis so bad

horny. always

me yes but mostly him

I be getting ready for school and Matt will smack my ass like “heeey daisy dukes, wanna skip? spend the day with your incredibly sexy and horny boyfriend?” like yes no sir my education is important... “I can miss first period”

spoils me yup idc he got that hacker money which he spends on those nerdy ass collectables and me 

watching horror movies together except he actually tells me when things are scary and lets me know before hand 

ME NOT LETTING HIM KNOW IM TERRIFIED OF SPECIFICALLY SCREAM AND HIM PUTTING IT ON LIKE “This one’s good. Beginner friendly since you’re a scaredy cat” and me seeing Casey like oh no

thinks most of the apocalyptic movies i watch are boring but watches them with me anyways 

OMG OUR MUSIC TASTES. 

ARE SOOOOOOO DIFF

like hes emo and rock but not classic rock because “just cause its old doesnt make it classic. what sucked back then still sucks now” ok controversial kinggg

like he listens to Evanescence, Deftones, Greenday (on occasion), Slipknot etc

and I listen to like don omar, daddy yankee, kesha etc

so we tolerate each others music taste (i like what he listens to more then he likes mine *sobbign*)

theres no smooth transition to this so: when we first started dating he like. had no desire to dance at all and like ok cool and id dance with other guys but SOMETIMES. I WANNA DANCE WITH MY BOYFRIEND. 

and so freddy came in and was like “hey man you gotta dance with your girl” and matt basically said that dancing is stupid and he cant do it and Freddy just looked at him like: are you dumb

basically pushed him into letting me teach him to dance and even tho hes not the best hes more comfortable doing it and actually has a desire to dance with me so <3 

he thinks it's funny to mess with the younger guys. will go out of his way to do so

*Matt, Miguel, and I together for some reason in the car* “hey, this is the song we hooked up to last night-” “Matt- shut the fuck up.” “whaaat, I'm joking, relax.” He's laughing as he watches Miguel try not to scream from the back seat (like Matt is an actual asshole)

Is terrified of Dario but he feels like he has the upper hand since he’s dating me and offers something Dario cant give, therefore he’s safe

Out of all the guys, he’s the least jealous. He feels like he’s the one that holds the most cards, so he isn’t worried about the other guys

Justin Long still exists (cause I said so) and he looks very similar to Matt

*Matt and I cuddling, watching a Justin long movie* “... I’d make out with him.” “C’mon, him? I could beat the shit out of that guy.” 

Eddie hates being around when Matt is home for me

even tho they're besties, Eddie would prefer to not be around to hear the things that go on in my bedroom

Matt..... lord Matt................ sex with matt got me salivating

he takes his time- and no, it's not cause he wants to be romantic or whatever, he takes his time so he can see me cry

loves c*ckwarming he loves it

Sitting on his lap while he plays his stupid nerd games, penis in coochie, he livin the life stayin in there

Or if he’s really stressed he’ll just put it in whatever hole (mouth or cooter) he feels like and leave it in there

he loves fucking when the other guys are around it gives him such an ego boost covering my mouth with his hand and then “oops, hand slipped, hope they didn’t hear” yes you do you asshole

honestly he thinks trying to cover up noises is more erotic than letting others hear

LOVES TO RECORD US TOO. all of it is locked up securely but “look at you, so fucking desperate... show your other boyfriends how braindead you are for me.” He does, however, send the more tame videos to the other guys. “You know I couldn't not send them that video, who am I to withhold art from them?” asshole

HES THE ONE WHO SAID “i love you” FIRST I STAND BY THIS (SAID IT TWICE BEFORE ME.)

FIRST TIME: We where having sex and it was like, vanilla, unintentionally super romantic (surprising, i know), and while im there... bouncing on his PENIS. HE SAYS IT

“Fuck, holy shit- I love you, so much.” All broken moan yeah this is explicitly horny but idc I LOVE HIM

Never brought it up after he said it, but the SECOND TIME: 

I WAS GONNA WRITE ABOUT IT BUT U KNOW WHAT THATS A FIC PROMPT... BYE

aside from sex tho he’s genuinely so affectionate. He’ll lay in my lap, cuddle on the couch, sit me in his lap while hes doing his computer stuff, tangle himself into me in whoever's bed, he needs some sort of physical contact or else he cannot function

“babebabebabe, just stay here a little longer.” “Eddie’s gonna walk in soon.” “I’ll take the lecture, just let me hold you for a bit.”

PDA is the same too he needs to feel me or else he’ll be irritating

sobbing so hard and like he GOT AN IPOD because he wanted to have a thing with me 

“hey i got this can you help me out with it?” LIKE KNOWING DAMN WELL HE DOESNT NEED ANY HELP FROM ME

and like i jail break it for him and like show him themes n shit 

and he finds it so tedious to get music so hes like “hey do you mind downloading music? It’s such a pain in the ass” and im like “YES I LOVE YOU.” and i download shit for him bc i love him and i love downloading music and i come back and he’s like “you’re the best i love u” 

AND EVEN THO HE FINDS IT TEDIOUS

HE STEALS MY IPOD AND LEAVES PLAYLISTS ON THERE LIKEEEE.......

BRO PLEASE

an actual baby

I LOVE YOU MATT

Bill

HATES MY MUSIC TASTE LIKE ACTUALLY I CANT GET OVER IT

HE CANT STAND IT 

“C’mon xolo, this is barely music- let me put something of culture on, like Van Halen!” (i tried shut up)

lets me paints his nails love that for us

HE. HE. HE.... CROP TOPS

wears more when he realizes it makes me drool

I feel like him and Miguel really bond over music. Miguel is super into rock of the 80′s so at least they got each other a little

hiii sandra u already KNOW how awesome the double dates are SKRRRT 

He’s stubborn. thats it.

imma be real wit you i have MINIMAL head canons cause idk *crying emoji* its hard writing for him 

I STILL WANNA KISS U BILL IM SORRY

Gael

FINALLY GAEL

everything is in spanish, he shit talks the other guys in spanish and only Miguel and Dario knows what hes saying

“Puedo ver al ecuatoriano, pero ¿ese güero? ¿en serio?” “yes, so be nice” (he thinks bill is so annoying)

literally the most gentleman ever

opens car doors for me, insists on paying for everything etc. He grew up in the “ men always provide” enviorment

He loves spending time with me which is hard since i have to juggle 5 other babies

aka hes a lil needy but also is an adult so. he gets that i need space

he is a little crazy like its in him you just gotta trigger it... 

Dario triggers it

fucking hates dario but theyre like frenemies i swear.

“No sabía que estabas con Xolo.” / “No necesitabas saber.” (the passive aggressiveness between these two i swear)

Gael loves hugs so much he can do it for hours

He also loves dancing. mans is a romantic, he will dim the room lights, play some Pepe Aguilar and pull me into him

we listen to a lot of spanish music, loves singing Alejandro Fernandez’ heartbroken boleros to me as we clean either of our houses

“si alguna vez me dejas, nunca me recuperaré.”

Out of everyone, we fight the most

He feels like more of an adult compared to everyone else, so he thinks hes the most mature

when in reality hes just as stupid as everyone else

HES ALSO THE ONE WHO GETS THE MOST JEALOUS

its so bad

its slightly okay from anyone within the circle but anyone outside the circle? yeah no he becomes homicidal

*guy tryna holla at me in a club* “what’s a pretty little thing like you doing here all by yourself?” “She’s not by herself.”

Tiny compared to the other adults, same height as Bill (5′7) and one inch shorter then Miguel. It infuriates him

Hes so pretty i could stare at him for HOURS...

ok..... ok i think im done 

being depressing and longwinded again irls scroll away please tyyyyyy

another shitty evil thing abt mental illness is unless youre unusually privileged you cant really do anything to keep it from fucking up every single aspect of your life and making it practically impossible to live comfortably. and if youre like me and youre from a low income background you probably want some relief from all the stress and exhaustion that comes with not having enough money. i want a financially secure lifestyle, i want to splurge and go on vacations and eat whatever i want and own a home and not be below the poverty line for the rest of my life because its fucking miserable. but i cant do anything to escape it lmfao!!

im terrible at school and cant afford it anyway so idk if ill ever be able to go to college. i cant handle stress or uncomfortable lighting or noise or crowds or excessive human contact or total isolation or fast paced work or strict routines or nonspecific routines or average work hours or understanding and following instructions or interviews or emails or phone calls or video calls. i cant even drive yet because it's such a severe stressor and it requires me to pay attention to too many things at once.

so like what the fuck am i supposed to do lmfao. even if i landed a job, with my limitations it would definitely not pay well. and getting a job is hard enough, but keeping one is a whole other thing. at my best i can accomplish a few small daily tasks around the house. i can go see a friend once or twice a week. i can do some moderate exercise and i keep up with my hygeine pretty well. i'm still tired and agitated and living feels hard but all around things are pretty good.

but i also have periods where my symptoms prevent me from functioning at all. i dont sleep for says at a time because im so hypervigilant, my nightmares are worse, or i do nothing but lay in bed all day, i dont eat, i cant think, i cant remember anything, i struggle to speak, i cant change my clothes, i can't shower, i feel phantom hands, i forget my age and where i am, i make plans to kill myself, i have violent urges, i can't be touched or spoken to or even handle people being in the same area as me. it's not a matter of "if", its a matter of "when" because thats just the reality of my symptoms. it'll happen again inevitably, and then i wont have a fucking job at all.

i've been told in the past that i may qualify for disability but even if that's true i would need to stay below a certain income level to keep my benefits. so basically im going to struggle financially for the rest of my life on top of trying to survive with my symptoms and it will literally never end. lol

your roommate hcs are so cute, can i request for naib, demi, tracy, andrew, kurt, patricia, and victor?

:0 holy crap yes! I’m so glad you enjoyed the roommate hcs!! Me and the other mods hope you enjoy these! Thank you for requesting :))

(i added melly because why not? lmao hope you don’t mind.)

Part 1!

Naib Subedar

This man deadass didn’t know you were living with him

Even when people told him about it, he wasn’t rlly paying attention and didn’t rlly care

Your stuff in his room? He thought it was his or someone just broke into his room and left it there

When he saw you on the toilet however, he just freaked out.

“Why the hell are you shitting in my room!?” “Your room? I’ve been living here for 2 months!”

Once he found out you lived with him, he made sure you knew what was his and what was yours

also, since he’s very protective of his things-- you being one of them-- he would totally get jealous if he caught you tallking to someone that wasn’t him.

he would probably give you the silent treatment and act like a pissy baby

He hates it when you touch his stuff

especially his photos, the photos were special to him because they were of him and his army friends.

You’d sometimes catch him looking at the photos with a longing in his eyes, it was highkey sad.

having you live with him meant lots and lots of training

he made sure you were always prepared for matches and that you don’t get downed early

when you got downed early however, He would scold you but he would still rescue you anyways because he’s soft

“You’re such an idiot, you’d better do better next time! Or else I’ll kick your ass.” 

one time he got cocky while kiting because you were watching him

he forgot to turn on his elbow pads and face palmed into the wall.

“...You saw nothing.” He turned around, a bit woozy from hitting his head on a wall. He flipped the hunter off before stumbling wooshing away

When you first get to know naib, he’d probably come off as intimidating and menacing

but once you get to know him--the real him--, you start to understand that even though he may be tough on you, its because he wants you to be the best

he has good intentions

During matches he’d let you handle yourself and made sure you didn’t rely on him too much

One time you needed to shower but you ran out of your shampoo so you used his.

When he questioned you, you simply responded “What? You don’t need it anyways, you’re bald!”

He didn’t rescue you the next round.

should’ve seen that coming

though he forgives you when you braid his luscious long existent hair for him

Kurt Frank

The amount of times you almost stepped on this man is astronomical.

he would constantly be in his tiny form because he would lose a lot of his things

his tiny form helped him find his things easily

Though when you first moved in with him, you had no idea what his ability was

so when you first saw a tiny version of your roommate you thought he was just a weird doll

until you heard him say a tiny, “Hey can you move your ginORMOUS foot? You’re stepping on my book.”

You fucking screeched and took off your shoe to try and kill him

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

After he explained to you about his ability you calmed down a bit and spared this tiny man but only this time!

Frank loves books, he probably filled your shared rooms with stacks on stacks of books

You’d often see him tiny, waving at you while you’re decoding

Once you overhead Kurt arguing with First Officer over who was the rightful owner of some sort of treasure map

They fought for days,

kurt would constantly complain about it to you

turns out it was just a game on the back of a Cereal box.

sorry this is short like kurt

Tracy Reznik

Would be a little awkward at first, but the awkwardness slowly fades away when you both make bad jokes

she gives me childhood best friend vibes

Has her doll sitting in the corner of your shared room room, it’s lifeless eyes scare the living shit out of you in the dark you try not to make eye contact, afraid it’ll curse you or smth

if she was mad at you she would move the bot in a way that looked like it was flipping you off you off in your direction before you went to bed.

Always making little robot things that are super fun to play with

Loves sharing her things. Has no problem with it

you wanna wear her clothes? sure

you want to wear her underwear? evEN BETTER-

Pulling all nighters, trying to get her machines to work like how she wanted it to work.

Would live off of kraft Mac n cheese and junk food in the modern day

Pretty hyper, chugs pink monster energy drinks while pulling all nighters, also, in the modern day

would probably be a bruh girl

Her room is a mess, covered with blueprints and scrap metal

her room is practically a safety hazard

Sometimes she dresses her doll up a bit, putting wigs or her old clothes on it (which scares you half to death)

Once she made her doll dress up like her

and you almost went up to it to ask what it wanted for dinner.

Has a photo of her and her dad

You never wanted to bring it up, worried it might make her upset :(

Sometimes she’d feel really guilty about being downed in the first 30 seconds

please comfort her, she feels super bad

She always relies on you to rescue her

She gets really happy and thankful when you body block for her but she still gets a bit concerned when you do it randomly

“i wasn’t even kiting-” “Protecc the mecc.”

Demi Bourbon

Always out at the bar

Smells like alcohol constantly

tipsy 24/7

she’s never 100% sober

You have to hold her hair out of her face when she comes back to your shared room to hurl

Likes bringing back hard vodka or weird flavoured alcohols back for you guys to get wasted try together

Room is bit cluttered, but she doesn’t have much in her room since she’s always out in bars or matches

Usually latches onto you like a parasite when she’s drunk.

it gets a bit awkward when her face is a bit close to yours,

“Are we about to kiss right now-? BLeurghgrhgherrgh.”“...*audible sigh*”

You’d go to her expecting her to heal you like a normal person but no

instead she shoves dovlin down your throat

She likes to do your makeup, and always adds a matching beauty mark

unless you don’t wear makeup, then she’d ask you to do hers 

always loves how she looks afterwards

more than sometimes demi would get into bar fights, 

so you know she’s about to throw hands when she starts takes off her earrings-

10/10 would fight for you <3

She’s gives me cool wine aunt vibes

Probably a lesbian too (check out our Demi smut fic ;))

Or bi, idk

Just straightn’t

She’s really good at hyping you up, especially when you’re taking shots

“CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG-”

Andrew Kreiss

Would be very shy at first, opens up a little when you get to know him

Totally a night owl, can’t sleep at night from all the guilt and “what if’”s

if you see this baby awake at night, hug him, he really needs it

You’ve never seen the other side of his face

How does he see with hair in his eyes?

He’s albino, which is super dope

Sometime you fear he’s thinking about burying you

You always see him thwacking Luca with his shovel

Barely talks

Room is moderate

He doesn’t want you to find out too much about him

He may seem bland, but he loves sweet food

You’d bake him cookies and other sweets

He’d act as if he’s not embarrassed and brush it off

“Are you blushing?”“No, I-I’m sunburnt.” “On your face?” “....I stare into the hot red sun sometimes because it eases me.”

to keep his lie going, every time he catches you staring at him he would fry his eye balls by staring into the sun until you left

partially the reason why he can’t see well

When he’s not looking, you stare at him while he’s eating the stuff you made because he looks so happy :’)

One time you found him down in the dumps so you made him a cup of coffee, and when you handed it to him you said-

“Depresso espresso?”

*sniff* ”..are you oka-” “IM NOT CRYING, YOU ARE”

he actually cried

it was such a nice gesture(?), that he started ugly crying

You’d ask him if he wanted hugs during matches when you see him get stressed

He’d be flushed and kinda confused

hug... him? why tho lmao

he’d definitely agree tho, to be fair, with some hesitation 

if y’all ever cuddled in bed, i feel like he’d be a little spoon

poor boy needs the comfort, he wouldn’t mind if you wanted to be little spoon tho

he just wants to be close to you

Victor Grantz

You love playing with his dog, Wick

Super nice and polite, but a little guarded

The type to be too afraid to call people out when they do something wrong but would totally trash them in his head

You write him little letters everyday and leave them on his bed to make him happy :))

He’d a be a little spoon

Wick would always join you guys while cuddling

Kisses would be soft and gentle

Usually sends you the first letter in matches

Loves to cuddle

He bb 🥰

You always get him a birthday present AND a Christmas present

You also get a gift for Wick

He loves giving you surprise hugs

Likes to read with you while cuddling

Literally a cinnamon roll

Once he was eating a cinnamon roll

And you whispered

“C a n n i b a l i s m .”

He was very confused

and kind of scared- were you going to eat him?

Patricia Dorval

Room always smells like herbs

She could literally smoke weed and you’d think it’s some magical healing herb

it magically makes you feel better

Always there to stun the hunter when you’re ballooned

The mature one

Her room is organized, with boxes labeling what herbs and magic stuff that are in them

You were cooking dinner for the day and you accidentally used one of her fancy herbs in your soup

She didn’t realize until she tried the soup

She wasn’t mad just disappointed

She lectured you on how you shouldn’t touch her stuff or use it for cooking

Gotta admit tho, the soup was pretty good

she acts like the mom everyone wishes they had

totally the type to be like, “dude we should think this through.” before doing something risky

and then five seconds later, “cowABUNGA MY DUDES”

one time she caught kreacher leaving the mens washroom without washing his hands

seeing as she was the mother of this manor, she had to protect her children from diseases

so she yeeted her monkey skull at kreachers head, cleanly knocking him out

and everybody cheered.

Melly Plinius

When you heard melly was going to be your roomie, you couldn’t have been more excited.

you finally had a victim for the many insect pick up lines!

So you decided to make some good first impressions by waiting for her in your room.

so when she arrived to your room and greeted you, you happily greeted her back, and slipped in the pick up line.

“Hello, my name is Melly. I believe I will be your ro-?”“Yeah nice to meet you too, say, what do bees make?”

She kinda thought you were a bit rude so much for first impressions

“...Erm, honey?” she replied hesitantly

“YES DEAR?” 

... okay maybe you weren’t thaaaat bad.

after that she kind of developed a teensy crush on you 

so it was hard living with you because of her crush, since she was constantly flustered 

you loved her reactions, she constantly got red.

it was funny watching her try to keep her cool and fail.

the saga of henry the young king

ok so, henry the young king, eldest (living) son of henry ii (he did have an older brother, william, but william died as a baby so in practice henry's oldest) dad's the king of england, lord of wales and ireland, count of anjou and maine and aquitaine, and eventually brittany

lots of titles, lots of sons as well, and rather than the oldest son getting everything like comes in later (unless he's an only child/only has sisters) at this point he has to share with his brothers, though he does get the Best Cut, which in this case is the kingship of england

BUT

kingdoms are a lil different to other realms, in that, whilst counties and duchys can be split whilst dad's still alive, bc those are vassals of the kingdom, the throne can't be split up, obviously

so even though henry is named 'henry the young king' (an attempt at securing the throne, after the absolute clusterfuck that happened to henry ii's mother, empress matilda, whose throne was stolen by her cousin stephen after her father's death, bc she was a) a woman, gasp and b) the lords of england didn't think SWEARING AN OATH TO RECOGNISE HER AS QUEEN BEFORE THEIR KING AND PEERS was BINDING ENOUGH, so that henry's chosen heir would. actually get the throne when he died) he has no actual power

which tbh, looking at his record, is probably a good thing, bc although he thought a lot of himself, he wasn't actually that great a leader of men

he was a very good jouster tho, but that's neither here nor there 

SO. henry ii is king. henry the young king is basically the king-in-waiting, whilst all his legitimate* younger brothers get THEIR inheritances (well, richard and geoffrey do, getting aquitaine and brittany. john - later known as bad king john, yes the bad guy in robin hood, he's based off THIS john - is the youngest and doesn't get shit, gaining him the nickname 'lackland') 

*henry ii was a bit of a slut, but all kings were, and was actually pretty good to his bastard sons, by the standards of the day, anyway. he made one of them an important bishop and gave the other a position at court. fun fact, when henry ii does eventually die, it's one of his illegitimate sons at his bedside, and none of his legitimate sons

[in the words of the astounding @searchingforserendipity25: “to be the only illegitimate son at that bedside, crowded by all those absences” damn queen, go off]

BUT. henry the young king, king in name, but JUNIOR king, and only titular. younger brothers get their lands. he's pissed.

daaaaad, he whines, i want a go at ruling now

i'm ruling now, wait your turn, henry ii says

no, fuck you, henry the young king says and starts a rebellion

despite being... well, a bit useless, henry the young king is VERY popular (idk, bc he was moderately handsome and good at jousting?? it makes no sense to me why the people liked him as much as they did, he didn't exactly do anything to earn their love or allegiance as far as i can see) and quite a few lords get behind him

also wanting a bigger portion than they've been given, richard and geoffrey join the rebellion, bc they want more of that sweet, sweet land, as does their mother eleanor of aquitaine who fell out with her husband at some point

henry ii, against all expectations, successfully puts down the rebellion and henry the young king et al are in troubleeee, but henry ii can't afford to really punish his ungrateful offspring as much as he'd probably like, so he goes the other way and gives henry the young king a nice big allowance to keep him happy, which works for a little bit

then henry the young king, beautiful imbecile that he is, decides he's gonna rebel again. it ends the same way. he's just not very good at war, is the only conclusion i can come to

SO the second rebellion is in progress (henry the young king is allied with his brother geoffrey again, but not richard, who appears to have learned his lesson... for now. richard does rebel again later, but he waits for the right moment, proving he had some degree of intelligence that the other two... lacked) when henry the young king gets sick

i'm gonna have to copy and paste from wikipedia for this bit to explain what he was sick WITH bc there is no way i can beat this: "[Henry] had just finished pillaging local monasteries to raise money to pay his mercenaries [when] he contracted dysentery at the beginning of June."

you heard that right

he got dysentry whilst PILLAGING CHURCHES

it was a real Bruh moment for karma

anyway, he starts getting sicker and sicker until it becomes clear He Ain't Surviving This, at which point he does what a lot of people do when faced with the reality of their own mortality: say 'oh shit, i fucked up' and try and apologise

he's also pretty out of it so at some point in a presumably feverish stupor 'as a token of his penitence for his war against his father, he prostrated himself naked on the floor before a crucifix'. just stripped off, got on his belly, presumably in one of the few moments he was not shitting himself, and says 'lol my bad'

unfortunately for henry the young king, he's got form for being a tricksy, underhanded bitch. (seriously, why was he so popular?? enquiring minds - mine - would like to know) and when the messenger gets to his dad saying 'welp, i'm dying, i'm real sorry about the wars, come see me on my deathbed?

henry ii takes one look at that and goes: 'he's not really dying, is he?’

the messenger: uh. yeah. really dying.

henry ii: sounds fake

the messenger: no, he's really really sorry and really really dying

henry ii: this is Definitely A Trap

so henry ii isn't gonna be taken to a secondary location to get imprisoned or murdered by his rebellious son, which u can't entirely blame him for, considering henry the young king is currently In The Process Of Attempting To Depose Him when this all goes down, BUT henry ii also figures that if his son really is dying, and he doesn't grant him forgiveness, then he's gonna be haunted by that shit/his son won't find peace/bad things will happen. so he takes one of his rings and gives it to the messenger and says, take this to my son as a token of my forgiveness. the ring couldn't come from anyone else, so henry the young king will know it really comes from his father, and henry ii doesn't get possibly murdered, so everybody wins!

messenger goes back to henry the young king, who we presume has now got some clothes on, or at least a strategically placed sheet, and gives him the ring. as expected, henry the young king dies soon after, get this, holding the ring that his father sent him.

like. i don't think he was a good king. i don't think he would've been a good king. but. he dies holding onto this ring. and he's got a lot of people around him, but his dad isn't there, just this ring. 

when henry ii gets the news that henry the young king is really, really dead now, he is meant to have said the absolute soul-crusher of a quote that made me want to tell you this whole saga in the first place: "He cost me much, but I wish he had lived to cost me more."

like??? this kid tried to overthrow his dad. TWICE. he spent all the money his dad gave him and then some, which led to the aforementioned pillaging monasteries, he signed up to go on crusade that his dad specifically told him not to fucking go on (which he died before he could fulfil)... he did EVERYTHING wrong. like. so much.

and his dad just wants his pillaging, disobedient and wasteful son back.

and that is the story of henry the young king, the only junior king england ever had.

Party Jitters

Pairing: Bakugou x anxious reader

Warnings: SWORE (also some anxiety but it’s not too intense. Maybe a bit of bullying, but it’s not really directly to y/n)

Author’s Note:

So this is the first request I’ve ever completed (🎉✨✨🎇) and I’m pretty proud of it! I started out having this go in a completely different direction and I got pretty far along until I decided it wasn’t really the vibe I was going for, so I stopped and started over. I might post the original later (either I’ll finish it up or just as the wip it is) but idk. Tell me if you want it, I guess? Idk, I might just post it anyway bc I do that sometimes.

Anyway, huge thank you to @bozowrites​ for sending in this request! I hope it fit something along the lines of what you were thinking!

Enjoy!

-Sugar

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Oh, if only you knew how you had gotten yourself into this situation now

Except you did know, and it was all your own damn fault

You hated parties. You knew you hated parties; but in a moment of unjustified courage, you had convinced yourself that it was a good idea to get out there more

A friend from your middle school was throwing a get-together for your previous grade, and you thought it might be nice to see some of the kids you’d grown up with

You’d done yourself up with a different hair style and moderately more formal clothes than you wore normally, even convincing your boyfriend to come along with you

But oh, no. This was not good. The furthest thing from a good idea, if you asked your present self

It was as if only now you remembered that there weren’t many people there that you cared to see

You were at someone’s house, music blaring and lights dimmed

Katsuki had wandered off to get you both an age-appropriate beverage, and now you were standing alone in a corner

You spotted the group of kids who used to throw rude comments at you. To be honest, they were pretty rude to everyone, yet somehow they were still considered popular

That was all a whole year ago. We’re in different schools now, it doesn’t matter

Nevertheless, it felt like they wouldn’t stop looking over at you. You swore that one of the girls leaning over to whisper something in her friend’s ear was without a doubt talking about you

What could be wrong with you? You smoothed your top, wondering if you’d somehow magically changed into something else; something out of place and stupid

It felt like any minute they would come over and try to talk to you, even though you’d barely talked to anyone at all the entire time you were here

You felt like an outsider, which was ridiculous, since this was your old class

But no, there it was; the sick, nauseous feeling you were all too unpleasantly acquainted with

You wanted to run, but you’d made all the effort to come here. Where was Bakugou? You couldn’t ditch him

You tapped your fingers against your thigh to the rhythm of the music; a song you’d never heard before

This had been a mistake; a bad idea, and now your throat was starting to close up, the distant beginnings of tears prickling in the corners of your eyes

“Oi.”

Your eyes snapped up from the floor, fearing the worst for a moment

Theywerehere, theywouldtalktoyou, theywouldteaseyou—

Bakugou stood next to you, holding two cups of lemonade

“Here.” He handed you the plastic drink container, and you took it with shaking hands

“Something wrong?” Katsuki asked, noticing

You went to shake your head, but finally thought better of it

“I don’t think I want to be here,” you admitted, sipping at your overly sugary drink

Bakugou scanned your face, setting his cup down on the floor next to the wall beside him

“Did something happen?” he asked, cupping your face in one of his large, strong hands

“No, I just . . . I’m sorry I dragged you here. This isn’t what I thought it would be.”

Bakugou shrugged, pulling you closer into him. “I’m glad I came. Otherwise you’d be here alone.”

You simply nodded, taking a deep breath to right yourself. “I’m glad you’re here too.”

Katsuki slipped his hand into yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Wanna get going?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll take you to my place and we can watch a movie or something. This party’s lame anyway.”

You chuckled. “That’s not very nice.”

“It’s the truth. Now let’s go.”

He pulled you to the center of the room, nearing the crowd of popular kids you’d been watching before

“Hey, is that Bakugou Katsuki?” 

“The slime monster kid?” 

“No, the one from the sports festival.” 

“Same person, dipshit.”

Your boyfriend froze at the sound of his name, slowly turning to glare at your former peers

“What about me?” he questioned, gruff voice easily heard over the sound of the music

“Just wondering what you were doing here,” one of the girls said, giving him an overly pretty and practiced smile. “You didn’t go to this school.”

“No, I didn’t, but I’m leaving your dumb party anyway.”

He started to walk off again, but that was when they spotted you behind him

“(Y/N)?!” 

“Did you bring him here?” 

“Is he supposed to be your boyfriend or something?” 

You swallowed heavily, averting your eyes and walking faster, only to bump into Katsuki’s back

He had stilled in his path, a shadow crossing his eyes. You knew that look, that dangerous expression on his face. Bakugou was little more than a ticking time bomb, and your former classmates had just set him off

He slowly turned again to face them, and you could feel the palm clutching yours growing hotter in its grasp

“Have a problem with her? Or do you have a problem with me?” he asked, voice too low, too quiet

The same girl scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “It’s just that someone like her? With someone like you? You know what I mean, right guys?”

She snickered, turning back to her friends, who had now turned their full attention to the both of you

You weren’t sure if you’d ever seen Katsuki so angry, which was saying a lot, since he was outraged about something nearly all the time

Trying to prevent him from doing something he’d regret, you tugged at his shirtsleeve

He glanced back at you, face softening the tiniest of fractions

Balling his opposite fist, he walked back to the girl who’d called him out, pointing a finger in her face

“(Y/N) is my girlfriend and I love her, got it? I don’t need the opinions of shitty extras like you on my goddamn relationship. Just get the fuck out of my way and don’t talk to us again.”

With that, he went back to walking out, pulling you behind him in tow. He easily cleared a path for the both of you, yelling when someone wouldn’t move out of the way fast enough

When you were finally outside, he started walking you to the train station so he could take you home

“Don’t listen to those extras,” he finally said. Bakugou slowed down his pace and relaxed his grip on your hand, letting you settle comfortably into step beside him

“We do make quite the couple,” you remarked

He looked over at you, letting his face fall into the smallest of smiles. “Maybe tonight was kind of a shitshow, but you best believe that it won’t last.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“Because I’m the best boyfriend there ever was, and I know how to show my girlfriend a good time.”

You grinned, hugging him from the side as you walked. “You most certainly are.” Maybe it wasn’t always a good idea to inflate the blond’s ego, but you couldn’t help but be forever grateful for how he had impacted your life

When it came down to it, Katsuki would always show how much he cared, whether it was in your defense or simply getting you through a tough day

By the time you’d gotten off the train, all your worries had slipped from your mind, walking hand in hand in the moonlit darkness to spend the night at your boyfriend’s home

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Taglist: @basicaegyo​ @iiminibattlehero​ @pyrofanatic​​ @sokkasangel​ @xoxopam4​​

20 questions, writer’s edition

Tagged by @salmonthestoryteller

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

56

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

303,004

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

12 Monkeys, Agent Carter, Critical Role, Merlin, Once Upon a Time, Roswell New Mexico, Schitt’s Creek, Six of Crows, Star Wars, Supergirl, Teen Wolf

And like, technically I think I have a couple short ones for Star Trek AOS and Supernatural that I never posted to AO3, just to tumblr.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Heart and Soul(mates) - Supergirl (Kara x Lena)

You Should Be Mine - OUAT (Captain Swan)

You Oughta Know - RNM (1x10 coda, the beginning of my “give michael guerin a friend” series)

Say You’ll Be There - RNM (another “give michael guerin a friend” fic, with Michael, Liz, and Maria being friends)

Alive - RNM (1x12 from Nora’s perspective)

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Probably Alive. It ends with Nora dying at Caulfield.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

I am not a big fan of unhappy endings, so I think most of my full fics have happy or at least hopeful endings. The happiest? Maybe...

time will lie down and be still - RNM (Practical Magic AU)

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

No, I haven’t ever written any crossovers.

8. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Rarely. I have a couple spicy fics. F/F, M/F so far. 

9. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Always. If someone is kind enough to take the time to leave a comment, I take the time to thank them for it.

10. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I don’t think so? If I did, I deleted and forgot about it. My comments are moderated, so my bet is that haters pause before they spew their nonsense because 1) they may not be able to be anonymous and that can really take the wind out of some peoples’ sails, and 2) there’s a good chance no one’s going to see it, so then what would be the point of starting the drama?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don’t think so...

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Someone started to translate my spicy Teen Wolf fic on ff.net but I don’t think they ever finished it.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I’m not opposed to trying it. I just have an inconsistent muse so it would be hard to coordinate with someone who worked by a schedule.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship? to write for?

That’s a tough one. I am an unapologetic multishipper when it comes to reading; as long as I see characters that have chemistry, I’m down. When it comes to writing, I think I tend to write more gen or friend fics? Though I do write couple-y things too, but I don’t have a favorite.

15. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Oh man... I just got a comment today on one of my star wars fics, part of a series that I write very inconsistently for that kind of rewrites canon as if the main trio have soulmate-identifying marks. I have the rest of the original trilogy and the prequel trilogy sketched out, but idk if I will ever finish...

16. What are your writing strengths?

I have no idea. Correct grammar and spelling? lmao

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions. I think I tend to try to skip over detailing the scene or the characters’ appearances in favor of dialogue and inner monologue.

18. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

It’s hard for me because I only know one language, so I don’t write long stints in other languages because I don’t want to fuck it up; google translate is great for getting the gist of an idea, but not for judging tone/intent in what i’m translating, so i can’t rely on it to translate the intended message of my character. i’ll do short phrases if they’re relatively well-known, or endearments, especially if the character uses them in canon (like Arturo in RNM) but that’s about the extent of it. 

19. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Once Upon a Time.

20. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

oh man... i’m probably proudest of Bowl of Stars (s1 retelling of RNM from ghost!Rosa’s POV) probably because 1) it’s the longest fic I’ve ever written, 2) i wrote it with such consistency and speed i couldn’t believe it and 3) i felt like each chapter was better than the last, and it was so much fun to write. The fic and Rosa will always have a special place in my heart.

I’m not tagging anyone, but if any of my friends want to play, feel free to tag me so I can read yours!

@honeyseungz @loabivey so that uh. that mini au that you had like a very small rb thread about yesterday (well over a few days ago now that im posting this). well uh. um . actually you know what im just gonna let you read it yourselves

so. heeseung, jay, and sunoo are all brothers. wether its actual brothers or just "brothers" by blood bond or whatever idk. but, regardless, they're brothers. im thinking that like, at first they aren't vampires, theyre just regular dudes yknow? (and just a forewarning, a lot of this isnt gonna be as compliant with the enhaverse theorizing we've done so far, it's just a little brain worm i wanted to play around with, throwing a little bit of enhaverse crumbs in here and there)

but anyway. they're not vampires, im thinking theyre just like... adopted/found family brothers, probably orphans or something. regardless they love each other a lot and its great. personality-wise everything is super different, but just for plot conveniences, heeseung, jay, and sunoo are the yunmeng trio (heeseung as wwx, jay as jc, and sunoo as jyl respectively), and jungwon is lwj.

the three brothers meet jungwon, probably brought together by this Big Fantasy Evil, maybe something involving the vampire queen as a character? idk. there's some big evil shit going down, and the three brothers somehow end up with jungwon and HIS big bro, who im imagining is jake (basically the lan xichen in this situation—very soft, kind, gentle; the vibes are right). both of them are vampires, not that our three orphan bois know that. they get caught up in the danger, and vampire bros jake and jungwon coms to the rescue.

now, a little bit of personality-mapping here: jay is outwardly very loud, fun, temperamental, and sarcastic, generally very much like he is irl; but inside, he's intensely loyal, protective, and loving, with a HUGE soft spot for the people closest to him. sunoo is very sweet, sensitive, and kind—the walking hug of the three brothers, who is certainly not without his bite and wont hesitate to talk back to anyone who hurts them. aggressively and without mercy. also he makes them soup for comfort and is generally best boy. heeseung is very goofy, playful, free-spirited, and bright, but insecure and sensitive underneath it all; generally a loud annoying mess of a boy. pure chaotic neutral and a gremlin if there ever was one. jungwon, on the other hand, is... not. he's nervous, quiet, cautious to a fault and intensely righteous, always standing up for what's right and refusing to waver from his chosen path. very lawful good vibes. he, naturally, is more than a little put off when jay, sunoo, and heeseung's chaotic ass come crashing into he and his brother jake's once-peaceful (ish) lives. and it doesn't help that heeseung is a... huge flirt, and apparently deadset on making jungwon his friend. fuck.

jungwon... doesn't know what to do. and it would all be so much easier if heeseung were dumb or stupid or unattractive or just a total asshole—but he isnt any of those things. he's beautiful, smart, insanely witty with a brain faster than any jungwon's ever seen—he can't help but admire him. but on top of that, he's wreckless as hell, unpredictable, and pushy, and gives jungwon heart attacks way too much for his liking. he doesn't even have a heartbeat. he's fucking dead.

it eventually comes out that jake and jungwon are vampires; the brothers are surprisingly cool with it. not the craziest thing that's happened to them.

the five boys get closer, staying together as they fight their foe (which im becoming increasingly inclined to make the werewolves), and through a series of convoluted events, jungwon learns that heeseung is not only gorgeous, smart, talented, and funny as all get-out, but also sensitive, caring, insecure, and thoughtful... and heeseung, who's only goal had been to break through the nervous and straightforward outer shell of his young dongsaeng, does just that. and jungwon, naturally, starts to fall in love.

somewhere along the line, though, things go wrong—as they were bound to do in an au loosely based off of the untamed. something happens to heeseung; he's fatally wounded after saving jay's life, and disappears, nowhere to be found. his brothers eventually assume the worse; that he's gone forever. but the queen finds him, takes care of him, nurses him back to health. turns him.

when he comes back, nothing's the same. the war is still going, and his brothers thought he was dead—but he isn't. but he's... different. jungwon and jake are quick to realize that he's been turned, how, they dont know—but they talk to him, teach him, try to help him, jungwon especially. of course he does; he's in love. heeseung, of course, is dismissive; doesn't take it seriously. ill be fine, whats so bad about this? or, perhaps, he doesn't let on just how hard he's taking it; fearing vulnerability more than he fears being a vampire.

inevitably, though, heeseung's wrecklessness leads to doom—he lets his bloodlust overtake him, relishes in it, no matter how much jungwon had warned him against it, pleaded with him to take caution. he says it's usefull—says he can help them take out enemies, help them win this war. jungwon warns him that he could end up getting more than he bargained for. heeseung doesn't listen.

heeseung helps them win the war; practically wins it for them. hes happy, bitterly, until he isnt. he's happy, until he sees his brother—sees sunoo. blood-covered, pale-skinned, drained.

no.

heeseung is broken. jay even moreso. jay yells at him; yells and yells and yells and yells. curses him out, tells him he hates him, tells him he's nothing but cruel evil—he doesn't mean it, of course, but no one knows it then, not even him. now he is only angry; so, so angry. heeseung, wrought with guilt and shame and grief, flees—hides himself somewhere secluded, does the closest thing a vampire can possibly do to death, the equivalent of a thousand-year hibernation. none can find him, he's made sure of that. in his guilt and shame and anger he stews, asleep, for hundreds, thousands of years.

after the anger passes, jay is more than anything in mourning—for heeseung as well as for sunoo. he has a realization, that being that, when, inevitably, heeseung comes back, he doesn't want him to be alone: even if he'll have jungwon and jake, it won't be the same as having his brother. so jay pleads, cries, begs for jungwon to turn him—so that they can search for heeseung together, so that when heeseung comes back, he'll have jay waiting for him, too. so, reluctantly, jungwon gives in and turns jay—after which he helps him deal with his newfound immortality and vampiric status—helping him handle his bloodlust and helping him learn how to feed. over the centuries that heeseung is gone, jay, jungwon, and jake grow even closer (j line eyyy), inseparable as they search for heeseung and even outside of that. jungwon and jay are the closest, jay growing a colossal soft spot for the boy and not hesitating to take him under his wing and protect him with all he has (initially, sort of as a replacement for protecting heeseung, but eventually jay's affection for jungwon grows into something all it's own). to be clear, no love triangle bullshit here, only sickening-sweet platonic soulmates jaywon and a jungwon that is still achingly in love with heeseung.

(okay for anyone thats actually watched cql/read mdzs, yes i KNOW lwj and jc did not get along at all and kind of hated each other but. this is my au i do what i want, and if i want to add soft jaywon into the mix then im fucking going to, goddamnit)

OKAY TIME FOR SOME WACKY SIDE-PLOT MADNESS

so. sunghoon. how does he fit into all this? how does he end up being the one to trigger heeseung's "resurrection"? how does heeseung GET resurrected in the first place? well, not to worry, you're about to find out! and i am too because i'm just figuring this out as i go along baybyyyy

sunghoon, im thinking, is a friend of jake's (lets throw some jakehoon in here too bcs why not), either from before everything went to shit and heeseung went and isolated himself, or sometime during the numerous centuries jakewon spent looking for heeseung with jay. either way, sunghoon is this boy who jake is friends with and cares about a lot, and is also maybe kind of in love with. while jaywon spend most of their time looking for heeseung, jake spends his with sunghoon—finding himself often alone, now that his little bother is going off on his own adventures.

in a situation quite similar to heeseung's, sunghoon probably gets fatally injured somehow and is near death, but jake, not wanting him to die, decides to turn him instead. niki is also involved, and it's a sort of package deal, because before meeting jakewon, heeseung, and everyone, they were their own little thing; not unlike jay, heeseung, and sunoo's brother's triad. they were both probably orphans, niki being the much younger one, and as such sunghoon took him under his wing and never looked back. when jake turned sunghoon, niki was basically like "m8 what the fuck" and demanded he be turned too, not wanting his sunghoon-hyung to live on forever while he grew old and died. jake, also having a soft spot for niki, was like "fine alright" and turned him too. so, now their little vampire coven numbered five, and all was (moderately) well.

or not.

the thing was, jake hadn't anticipated how powerful sunghoon would be—there's nothing in life that anyone's found yet that would indicate a person's level of power once turned, so jake had... pretty much no way to see this coming. but, anyway, sunghoon was... really, really powerful. like, insanely powerful. all the abilities vampires were said to have in legends, the likes of which were previously reserved for just legends, he had them; flawless teleportation, mind control, shape-shifting, the whole bit. and on top of that, he was controlled—insanely good at monitoring himself and keeping tabs on his own instincts. one of the most self-sufficient, well-mannered vampires jake had ever seen. it was... frankly insane.

the problem? the queen. this is where she comes in, because she's played a part in all the boys' transformations, albeit indirectly—when jake and jungwon first turned, it was she who turned them. she could sense sunghoon's power, and she wanted it for herself. jake and jungwon had done well at avoiding her, even forgetting about her for a while; but what she wanted, she took, and take she did. it was sunghoon she took: luring him to her in small increments and then all at once, taking control of him, turning him into a mindless puppet. sunghoon had always prided himself in control, and without it, havoc wreaked: bodies dropping left and right, people being killed seemingly at random, their only purpose being to instill fear and paranoia.

now, niki had heard tales, before, from his hyungs but also from regular townspeople to whom the legend had gotten passed down, of heeseung, and how great and terrible he was. heeseung, the townspeoples' folktales said, had been insane, unstoppable: a mad genius far too gone for redemption. niki also knew from his hyungs' fond stories that heeseung, more than evil, was kind and caring; he was loyal, and powerful in his loyalty, and niki thought that if anyone could save his sunghoon-hyung, it was heeseung.

so niki went on a journey. without telling jaywon or anyone else (and thus causing quite the panic), he spent years searching for heeseung, everywhere jaywon had thought to look and everywhere they hadn't, and twice more for good measure. and, by some stroke of luck, either due to his own sheer force of will of something else entirely, niki found him: locked away in an old castle that never quite seemed to stay put, constantly phasing in between realities. it made sense why no one had found him before then—he didn't want to be found. desperately, in fact.

but niki, too, was desperate. he enacted a ritual that was said (by jake, so of course it was to be trusted) to wake any vampire that had gone into hibernation, and, miracles continuing to work for the bitter young boy, it worked. heeseung awoke—startled to find himself staring into the face of a very teary, very angry (visibly) sixteen-year-old.

confusion passed, things and motives were explained, and heeseung (although bitter at having been woken up, and still riddled with enough guilt to last 1500 lifetimes) attempted to patiently tell niki that he had no fucking idea how to help sunghoon whatsoever. niki pretty much said "well you better fucking find a way because you're not going back to sleep now, the world's about to fucking end. also jay and jungwon-hyung have been looking for you for literal centuries, do you know how pissed theyd be if i went out looking for you, found you, then came back empty-handed? really fucking pissed is how much. also sad. did i mention sad?" and heeseung, notoriously weak and also kind of (read: very) in love, is just like "...jungwon? jay?"

so niki brings heeseung back to the others, the return journey taking a long enough time that the two become significantly close to each other, heeseung's long-forgotten big brother instincts (tm) kicking in around the younger vampire. niki has to basically drag heeseung out of the castle by his teeth, because as much as he misses his brother and jungwon, he's still so incredibly guilty, and completely convinced that he isnt worth love or life whatsoever and that jay still hates his guts. and, jungwon... he doesn't even want to think about jungwon. how he failed him. how he let him down. but, niki slowly works through the insecurities, bit by bit: assuring heeseung that, no, even though jay will definitely rip him a new one once he sees him again, he'll also cry and hug him for at least 24 hours because he misses him like hell and heeseungie hyung you have no idea.

they weather a lot together. storms, mental breakdowns, bouts of blood-starvation so severe heeseung thinks he'll lose it again: but they're there for each other. they hunt, talk, keep each other warm, and in it, form an unbreakable bond. niki had heard tales of the legendary lee heeseung, who wiped out entire armies in two seconds flat and comforted his friends when they were sad and annoyed jay to the very ends of the earth: but what he's faced with is a man with more insecurities than niki has hairs on his head—and he has a lot of hairs on his head.

by the time they make it back to the coven's home, heeseung has grown sufficiently attached to the enigma that is niki, and has almost completely but it out of his mind that he's here for his old friends, too. he's only doing this for niki: it's a fact he's comfortable with. so when they reach the front steps he just... freezes.

i have a very clear image of it in my head—jungwon, jay, and jake sense niki's presence, in some weird vampire-y way. it's been around 10, 15 years since he left at this point, so of course they rush out to greet him, ready with scoldings and lashings about how stupid he had been (after, of course, making sure he's unharmed and alright)—but it all dies on their tongues as soon as they see who's with him.

frozen. everything is frozen.

i imagine it's a lot like lulu and artzyy's post. jungwon is the first to move, stepping forward and whimpering out a broken "hyung", and all heeseung's guilt and avoidance is forgotten in favor of cradling jungwon to his chest, holding him close and whispering reassurances into the crown of his head, wonnie, im so sorry, hyung's so sorry; i didn't mean to leave you for so long, i'm here now, its okay. and of course then jay comes in, crying and screaming about how the fuck is it okay, how can it ever be okay, how could you just not mean to leave us alone for 1500 years?! how the fuck do you just expect to waltz back into our lives like nothing ever happened and pretend its all okay?!? and then he hits him, and hurts him, tries to make him feel even an inkling of the hurt he was made to feel for the past fifteen hundred years—but then punching him turns into fisting hands into the back of his shirt and sobbing into his neck and holding him so tight he wouldn't be able to breath if he had the need to and please, please don't leave, why would you leave, you asshole, why did you leave?

so yeah. things happen. reunions are had, tears are shed. some indirect heewon love confessions probably happen later on in the form of very intense devotions of life and self and all that. "walking on the single-log bridge in the dark really isnt so bad" you know the whole shbang. meanwhile jay salty in the background just like "cant you just say you love each other like normal human beings jesus fucking christ"

jayseung's relationship (or the reigniting of it) is, well, rocky. they're both conflicted—jay even more than heeseung. because, the thing is, heeseung killed sunoo. as regretful as he is, that doesn't make it any easier to forget. but he's back, and alive, and in one piece, and he isn't leaving, and jay knows it wasn't really his fault, he wasn't in control—but he killed him. he killed their brother. and it WAS his own stupid fault for losing control in the first place, for not listening to jungwon, so what the hell is jay supposed to think? he flip-flops between being intensely grateful that heeseung is back and okay and finally with them again, and then remembering what he's done, giving him the cold shoulder and not speaking to him for hours on end. and all the while, heeseung is riddled with guilt, and shame, and grief he'd suppressed for far too long; niki's stubbornness combined with jungwon's unwavering support being the only things keeping him from bolting into oblivion all over again. all in all, it's a difficult time—but they get there. eventually.

naturally, they save sunghoon. what else is there to do? they defeat the queen, break her control over their friend—and then jakehoon have their own teary reunion, not unlike heewon's, and sungki have theirs, not unlike jayseung's (although with a... considerable decrease in cursing and conflicted emotions, and a lot more immediate sobbing). they're a mess—sunghoon is traumatized, heeseung is traumatized, jay and niki are traumatized, they're all just fucking traumatized. jayseung will probably take a long time to get back to the way they once were, if it's even possible—there'll always be an empty space there, something gone, something missing, and it's one that can't be filled. jungwon barely lets heeseung out of sight or touch alike, and heeseung isn't much better off. jay's always been the more touchy one out of the three of them; but after years of missing, of longing, there's plenty of time to be made up, and heeseung is just... so, so soft, and warm, and being held by him is the loveliest thing jungwon's ever known.

AND NOW A SUNOO THING, BECAUSE THE IDEA OF ENHA LIVING HAPPILY EVER AFTER AS OT6 WITH SUNOO JUST FUCKING DEAD DOES. NOT WORK FOR ME

so like. sunoo isn't dead, or he doesn't stay dead, or not the soulless-unmoving kind of dead anyway. you know how necromancy and fierce corpses exist in donghua and shit? well they exist here too because fuck you and also i said so. i made myself sad and now im making it happy again goddamnit.

anyway. after he dies, sunoo gets found by the queen, too, and because she's all-powerful and whatnot she fucking necromances him—figures he'll be useful later. as he is, though, he's basically nothing more than a puppet; like wen ning and song lan were when they were being controlled. his soul isn't... gone exactly, just imprisoned, prevented from being able to come forward and command his body.

so. sunoo is still partially alive, and the boys (jay, jake, jungwon, sunghoon, niki, and whatnot)... don't know that. i imagine that for pretty much the entirety of the centuries that heeseung is gone, sunoo's status as a necromanced fierce corpse goes entirely unknown to them, and it's only after heeseung is brought back by niki that he starts to resurface. i imagine they realize it in a sort of tense, action-filled scenario: the boys have gone to investigate another attack, thinking it's sunghoon, but as it turns out the queen has had TWO undead corpses running around doing her dirty work instead of one. and one of them is sunoo.

heeseung and jay, of course, are stunned. they cant believe it's real; it isn't real, it can't be—and yet.

a lot of angsty plot stuff happens—i dont have the energy or enough shits to give to figure out what. the thing is, the queen only kept sunoo this long and brought him out as a tactic to lure heeseung, make him weaker; and it probably worked. in the midst of both fighting against sunghoon and fighting to SAVE sunghoon, heeseung is bent on saving sunoo as well, and there's probably a lot of very angsty talk wherein there are disagreements about who's life, really, is more important in this situation, and if heeseung is just trying to make up for what he did to sunoo. regardless, heeseung ends up saving sunoo and bringing his soul back to the surface. what he doesn't expect is for sunoo to forgive him—fully and wholeheartedly. and it feels wrong, because no, you should be angry with me, you should hate me and want to hurt me like i hurt you; but sunoo is just... happy. happy that he's back, happy that heeseung is back, happy that they're all together again. and its conflicting, to say the least. even moreso because sunoo isnt stupid—he didnt just act like heeseung was an innocent who did no wrong; he knew he had been wreckless, knew he was at fault, and he forgave him still. loved him still. that was something heeseung... hadn't been prepared for.

like i said in the last part, they save sunghoon; how, im not sure, but they save him, probably with a fair bit of sunoo's help, and they're together again. only the tiny difference here is that sunoo is with them too. sunoo is back, and the gang has yet another undead bestie to teach the ropes of being a vampire to. things are awkward, obviously, especially between the original brother's trio of heeseung, sunoo, and jay; because sunoo is his usual sweet and kind self while jay believes that he should be more angry at heeseung for killing him, heeseung agrees, and jay has some very conflicted feelings about how self-depricating his hyung is being (because like... yeah you killed sunoo and im supposed to hate you but you're not supposed to hate yourself, you idiot, what the fuck?)

(also like. if we're gonna take some more crumbs from cql canon here im gonna go ahead and say sunoo's death was at least somewhat self-sacrificial, even if it was heeseung that ended up causing it in the end)

(i kind of love how jiang cheng-y i made enhaverse jay here to be honest)

(okay this has been in my drafts WAY too long because ive been waiting for some miraculous Other Detail i need to add to pop up in my mind, but honestly i can just add anything else i think of in a reblog afterwards, this bitch just needs to see the light of day)

what do you mean elias bouchard fucked the pig head did i miss something

Ah um context

I'm assuming you're coming at this from a context of Magnus Archives fandom but if not and you need further explanation pls do ask

so I made a moderately popular post a few months ago about piggate, a 2015 scandal regarding Tories, the British upper class and the alleged fucking of a pig head as an entry ritual to an elite student social club which is one of the ones explicitly designed to groom people for power

Around the same time, I had also made a post saying 'Elias isn't hot he's a Tory' with a massive reblog chain of me and others constructing headcanons that were basically just "Elias Bouchard does [rich unpleasant Tory signifier]" and one of those was

'if Elias Bouchard was at Oxford in the 1980s he would have fucked the pig head'

which idk. just really tickled me. and then a bit later on I was looking at my theme like 'haven't updated this blog title since 2010. this isn't really my brand any more. what is? seems to increasingly be Talking Shit About A Podcast Character and also That Piggate Post I Made That Keeps Gaining Notes' so I performed Crimes in my blog header (also changed my theme and added Gay Butts on desktop)

so there's no in-canon context (also given that we've since had info about Original Flavor Elias: this was written about the version of Elias we've known through the podcast)

but the context of that I rather like 'fucked the pig head' as a gesture towards a certain type of moneyed, upper-class, power-hungry posho who's been raised and lived their whole life surrounded by other people who also all went to public school and then to Oxbridge and then into government, finance or academia, and whose motivation and expectation is the accumulation of the power and wealth they feel is theirs by divine right. Like a lot of the time it's shorthanded as 'Tory' but that does obfuscate the fact that it's almost everyone at the top end of establishment politics regardless of party - New Labour is full of them and Tony Blair is practically an archetypal pigfucker, so are half the Lib Dems, Nigel Farage is pure pigfuckery and there's even some scattered through the Greens- and there are a lot of Tories who are Not That but are working or middle class people who want to be that, or haven't really thought about it but have a clan affiliation, or are politically aligned with their policy positions or underlying assumptions. so I'm lobbying for the use of pigfucker as a generic descriptor tbqh.

i like art mediums that force you to let go. watercolours specifically but also pop music vocals.

oil paint drives me crazy because I obsess over the perfect colour match, pair, what have you when I have no solid background on colour theory or blending. drawing, I punish myself because its not right and it's so obvious that it's not right - literally it's staring you down. watercolour is like, so malleable that it's really just about seeing what you can get out of it. the process decides your result, rather than the other way around.

and pop vocals, you can give as much or as little as you want. like pick a song that sticks to one octave, contemporary pop excells in this. see if you can form runs from there, or go try halo. it doesn't matter, and do it in the shower with the fan on (at normal hours of the day) - nobody is around, there's enough white noise so that you don't have your voice echoed back so awkwardly.

choose subject matter that doesn't demand a ton of skill and choose a medium that forces you to step back and let go. if I had oil paints in the hospital I'd just get more anxious and hyperfixated, watercolours are about messing around. also, timed collages! stiff paper, scissors, a glue stick, and whatever papers/thin material used to be important to you - maybe get a metallic sharpie. colour coordinate, whatever. collages are great because literally just stick things to a paper and see if you can get something cool out of it. if not, it's 1 hour and these materials were just gonna be in a cupboard anyway.

ask the employees at the art supply store what budget recommendations they have, from someone who focuses on that field (be nice about it - "can I ask for some help with watercolours? do you have a staff member that uses them regularly who could help?") - really, you'll come out with more handy tools than what you could've known to look for. john at opus gville was so helpful in building my own watercolour kit, showed me the paper pads and explained texture, which colours to start out with, how to build your own palette and make tubes into pans and was great about the best bang for your buck. starting doesn't have to be so complicated if you let yourself ask for assistance from the people who're willing to give it.

idk i really think approaching art that takes the barrier of perfection away really aided me into enjoying the process of something rather than pump thru with agony.

spend time on youtube tutorials, there are a million and one. just don't start out with portraits you'll go insane.

speaking of youtube, makeup is very intimidating, and I've gotten told from a lot of ppl that as of this stage in makeup, it's the expectation that you're going to succeed on day one because you have all this information, right? wrong! fuck around! draw liner weird shapes if a wing doesn't show up on your eye shape. lash not sticking? let it be, trim it, try another glue. practice when nobody is gonna see you. if a pair of lashes is poking you, they're not the ones! get synthetic first, i love ardell faux mink demi wispies.

moderate size but v lightweight. check out your local beauty supply store for more budget lash options too. trim the lashes to your eye length first!!! you can reuse every pair, btw, mink are just advertised as the 'most reusable'. gentle wash with baby shampoo, brush soap, that kinda thing, gets the grime off and those puppies are ready to go. also with masks you can focus on just learning eye makeup techniques, because contouring doesn't matter when it's covered.

and i know how self conscious u are when you don't feel that your makeup is good enough and have to interact with people but it's 1 day at a time. nobody you'd actually want to take makeup advice from would judge you for having imperfect makeup because they got their talent from practice and accepting failure.

the advice i give everyone when they say they wish they could have 1 of my skills - vocal range, eyeliner, whatever, is that you have to be willing to look stupid first. because when you look great, you may not even recognize it a lot of the time. you mentally let go of evaluating your performance, and that's when you can be great.

start with forgiving subject matter/mediums, find advice from credible kind ppl and take it into consideration, look stupid, get better, flow state.

i have an oral presentation in front of the class tomorrow morning and i’m soooo nervous T-T helpppp me please >.<

okay so i'm gonna try my best to help, but idk if i have good advice :')

idk if this is in-person or over video, so i'll try and give advice for both

no matter the format, you don't want to just be reading off of your notes/slides, so make sure you look away from whatever notes you have to "make eye contact" with the audience (more on this in second). this requires a combination of practice before your presentation as well as reading ahead in your notes while presenting. i would be saying a sentence but at the same time i would be looking ahead at the next sentence so i could say that one without looking at my notes. i think this is just considered general presentation etiquette, and i guarantee your teacher will be happy about this.

as for that making eye contact thing, here's what i would do when looking away from my notes: i would look towards the audience, but not actually *at* them. i would maybe look at someone's forehead, or the spot just above their head, but i wouldn't make actual eye contact with them. i feel like this gave the impression i was kinda interacting with the class in some when when actually my eyes were totally unfocused and i wasn't registering anything that i saw. also, if possible, don't just look at one person the whole time, that might start getting a little awkward for both of you lol

if you're doing a presentation through zoom or any other video call-type app, then one trick i've done in the past is putting my notes on small notecards and taping them to my laptop near my camera. this way i don't have to look down or to the side to see my notes, and it also kinda gives the illusion that i'm looking at the camera.

if you're like me and your hands start shaking when you present, try and have something you can hold on to so it's not so obvious. my best presentations were the ones where i could stand behind a podium or something similar, because i would put my notes on the podium, then rest my hands on the podium as well. having something like that made me feel steadier if i'm being honest.

i also think it’s important to practice your presentation at least once before the real thing happens. it’s helpful to run through your presentation on you own before class. even if this means just mumbling to yourself at your desk, then that’s fine. when you practice ahead of time, you’re going to have a better feeling for the flow and structure of your presentation. you won’t have every word memorized, but you’ll have a general idea of what you’ll be saying next, and that’s still really helpful. i’ve always felt a little less stressed about presenting when i’ve practiced beforehand. i feel like i know what i’m doing, and thus feel a little calmer. 

if this is a thing where there's multiple people presenting on the same day, try to present as early as possible. this might feel more stressful, because no one else has presented and you're kinda unsure about what to do, but i guarantee it will help you feel less stressed later. say, for example, you have a 45 minute class. if you present 10 minutes into the class, you now have 35 minutes to relax and watch other presentations. whereas if you present 40 minutes into the class, that's 40 minutes you're going to spend stressed as fuck. the quicker you get it over with the better.

most importantly, though: don’t rush. sometimes when i would present i’d start rushing through my slides because i just wanted to be done. do not do this!! when you start to rush, you’re gonna start making mistakes. instead, try to just focus on speaking at a moderate pace, and take short pauses to breathe. the last thing you want is to get out of breath and then start like choking or smth halfway through a sentence. that just throws you off in so many ways.

idk how old you are or what experience you have with presentations, but here’s just some general advice i’d give to people who haven’t done many presentations yet: just try and remember that you’re still learning how it’s all done, and mistakes are bound to happen. hell, i still would make mistakes all the time even after 8+ years of presenting in class. it happens, and you shouldn’t be too harsh on yourself if you do make mistakes. 

also, i bet a good number of your classmates are also stressed about presenting in some way. and they probably won’t care too much if you do make a mistake. in my experience, when a classmate made a mistake i would just feel sympathetic. like, been there done that. so don’t worry too much what other people think if you make a mistake or two.

hopefully this can help you in some way! and good luck on your presentation!!

Hello! Do you do rec lists? Would you be willing rec some Steter fics that aren't the most common/popular ones? If not, no worries!

Technically this isn’t a rec-finding blog lol but I do make rec lists sometimes if someone asks and I have the time and I feel like it. Here are some (I think?) less known Steter fics, oldies that people may have missed or forgotten (Idk how well I succeeded, I just picked a bunch that have significantly less reads/bookmarks than the really big fics):

Fear (Doesn't Mean I Can't Fight) by azerblazer

Peter is the damsel in distress, the Sheriff is the hostage, random unnamed hunters are the bad guys.

Stiles has a bat, a hoodie and a willingness to do anything to protect those he's loyal to.

Bring it on.

A Lean and Hungry Look by kototyph

The woods aren't the only place you find wolves.

You're Mine, Valentine by orphan_account

In which Peter decides to court Stiles, and does so by leaving him hearts.

Bloody ones.

Zodiac by Green

"You know, Taurus and Libra make a good match," Peter says with a sly smile.

Stiles looks away. "Yeah. I looked that up, too."

Surviving Peter and the Zombie Apocalypse by Nopennamesleft

Its the end of the world and Stiles has run out of luck. He saves a werewolf from certain death. Will they begin to rely on each other to survive or will the wolf just eat Stiles for a midnight snack?

He Is A Villain By The Devil's Law by neglectedtuesday

Stiles’ lungs are burning, blood is pumping through his veins and he’s pretty sure that if he stops running then he’ll just keel over into the gutter. But God does he feel alive. The sirens are wailing, loud and clear. Just one more block. One more block. Stiles ducks down an alleyway, the bag full of bank notes swinging behind him. It hits his side with a dull thud. The alley smells like cat pee and yesterdays trash so Stiles breathes shallowly through his mouth. He continues walking down it until he reaches the end. It opens out onto the street. He stops just shy of the exit, waiting. He waits a bit more. Then he kicks a can lying idle on the ground. He whips out his burner phone, punching in a number.

“Where the fuck are you?” Stiles growls, “Where’s my goddamn getaway car?”

“Change of plans Stilinski, you’re gonna have to get away on your own. Also ditch the phone.”

Fascinated by lemonstiles, migratoryslashfan

Stiles pontificates over Peter's naked body.

Night-blooming Flowers by imriebelow

Peter always gets what he wants. Stiles learns to live with it.

None of These Things (Are Happening) by Horribibble

After years away, Stiles returns to Beacon Hills just in time to put Isaac's insides back where they belong.

It's cute how people think he's trustworthy.

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Peter can smell the violence inside him, the urge to do something grand and possibly cataclysmic. It’s there—mixed with a balance and natural calm, but in the undercurrent, it’s there. He has seen things beyond the scope of Beacon Hills’ petty horror show. He has learned things.

The Terrible Things We Do (For Love) by rospeaks

Being a demon, he’s seen some of the pretty nasty things that humans are willing to do for love. Things that, were he still alive (and human), would make him hesitate to be in a relationship with anyone lest his partner start getting some funny ideas. That said—

"This seems a little desperate for a kid your age," he says to Stiles.

Spin, Sweet Clotho by ChuckleVoodoos

Oh, it’s a beautiful thing to watch, the way they dance around each other, spun in sugar and glittering glass. Like a fragile little fairytale, a tender rosebud just waiting to unfurl. It makes Peter sick.

Because love is a fairytale, and his dear darling nephew does not deserve a happy ending.

whisper by tricksterity

Stiles was tired.

He was done of people pushing him and his pack around. They’d already lost so much and he was damned if he’d let them lose anyone else, especially to this psychopath who had no reasons for what he did other than he liked it.

And that’s when the whispers in his mind grew louder.

Remember Darling, All the While by Sang_argente

It was fire, ice, electricity. It was the first kiss, the last kiss, and every kiss inbetween. It was lips parting, tongues sliding, hearts beating.

Impress Me by ToAStranger

Their new English teacher has gone missing.

Falling Upward by moonstalker24

There is nothing quite like flying. There is a calm and a peace found in the sky that cannot be found on earth. All the chaos of the world is below you and there is no sound save that which the propeller makes as the engine turns it. You are free and unfettered and the clouds are close enough to touch; all you need do is stretch out your hand to grasp them.

Stiles takes Peter flying after he gets out of Eichen House.

Sweeter Than Gingerbread by taylorpotato (Stetallison)

The saying goes that lovers who commit suicide together start their next life as twins. Perhaps that's why Stiles and Ally feel the way they do about each other.

The Shadow Effect by Mysenia

What was the fun in being a twin if you couldn't trick a person or two?

Deep under by Sashaya

There's a reason Stiles knows so much about drowning. He'd rather not remember why...

All the World's a Stage (but the light design is subpar) by BonesOfBirdWings

Peter Hale is a successful Off-Broadway actor, and Stiles is a stage lighter who literally falls into his life.

Peter smiled at him. "Thank you, Stiles. But should I take this to mean that you don't want a meatball sandwich from Banh Mi Saigon?"

Stiles' mouth dropped open. "You - I - Yes, I want! Oh my god, you do the best apologies! Can you piss me off more, please? I accept all future apologies enthusiastically!"

Peter chuckled. "I'm sure that won't be a problem, dear boy. I've been informed that I'm an asshole by a very reliable source."

Stiles beamed. "But you have good taste in food, so things balance out?" he ventured.

Peter threw back his head and laughed. Stiles' grin brightened in answer.

The D.C. Backroom Deal by septima_sum

Stiles is a regular prostitute with moderate life goals – until his current client makes him an offer he can’t refuse.

Strange Duet by BelleAmante, thiliart (thilia)

The past three years have been a series of shocking, or not so shocking, successes for 2018 Tony award winner and two time Grammy nominee, Stiles Stilinski. You don’t typically find classically trained opera singers singing alternative folk rock to crowds at Coachella. Nor do you find indie singer/songwriters winning best actor awards at the Tony’s for their Broadway debuts. Stilinski has made it his lifetime habit to defy and exceed all expectations.

-or-

A Steter fic loosely based on Phantom of the Opera

Hold Me Down by sneksonaplane

Waking up in Peter Hale’s bed was weird. Waking up in Peter Hale’s body was even weirder. Stiles had been disoriented and confused when he’d found himself in a plush, king sized bed in an unfamiliar bedroom instead of in his own room (and seriously, why did Peter even need a king sized bed? Why would anyone need a bed that big?) It had all come back to him when he’d glimpsed the body he was inhabiting, one that was shorter but more defined than his own, and older, and kind of hot.

OR

The one where Stiles and Peter swap bodies, Peter relives his adolescence, Stiles suffers, and then suffers a little less when he discovers Peter's fetlife profile where he's listed as a submissive seeking a daddy.

It Was A Dark And Stormy Night by Guede

This is a ghost story. It’s not straightforward.

Put My Faith in Something Unknown by Twisted_Mind

He doesn’t know how long he sits there, suspended between thought and action, unable to feel. At some point, he becomes aware that there’s a hand on his face. A warm palm cradles his jaw, and a thumb brushes across his cheekbone tenderly.

The Rest of Our Lives by mia6363

“I don’t know, as a kid I watched a lot of movies, you know? And at first I figured like… I’d be on some great adventure that would take me away from it all, you know? Like Indiana Jones comes around and is all, ‘Hey Stiles, buddy, come with me we’ve got to go save the world.’ Then… you and… everything happened… then I just��� I figured I’d die before I was eighteen.”

Enemy Action by pprfaith

Once is chance, twice is coincidence and three times is far too many bodies on the ground.

Buy Me a New Pair by Julibean19

"I don't practice law much these days."

"And why is that?" Stiles asked, wondering why a handsome and presumably successful lawyer wouldn't want to continue working.

"I've been drawn away by more pleasurable pursuits," Peter said, lips quirked upward as he spoke.

Tale as Old as Time by wynnebat

The one in which Lydia's got better things to do than be Belle, Stiles is a much more likeable Gaston, and Peter is a beast but not quite beastly.

The clothes make the man by FeelingsDusk

The trick to sneaking into a building where you shouldn’t be is to make it seem to all eyes like you should. Stiles has been doing this since he was a little older than toddler and he wanted to get back his Batman action figure from the evidence room in his dad’s Police Station.

(Spolier alert: just like back then, Stiles gets caught.)

Smile Like You Mean It by NinaRooxx

After sulking about the changing weather over the autumn, Stiles notices that despite the weather getting colder, Peter’s wardrobe isn’t changing at all.

Swing by ShippersList

Stiles wants to fly.

Angels, Devils, and Peter by Triangulum

Everyone has an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other. They give advice, help guide their human through life. They tempt, they listen, they offer help. Everyone has one of each. Everyone except for Stiles.

OR

Stiles and Peter are murder husbands.

love and madness by sinequanon

Peter and Stiles haven’t seen each other in months when the alphas ask them to meet up to look over an abandoned house. Now, they’re going to be seeing a lot of each other for quite a while to come.

Not This Again by RebaK1tten

There's a rumor that the last episode of the show will have Peter getting killed, again. Perhaps to give him a redemption arc or something.

A Light at the (Near) End of the World by ladyoneill

The world he grew up in has ended in a supernatural war that devastated the human population. A survivor, Stiles lives a solitary, quiet life in Wales until there's a knock on his door.

Through Space and Time by MaroonDragon

When Stiles pulls the body of Peter Hale into his ship, he doesn't expect him to be alive. He also doesn't realise he might have gotten more than he bargained for.

His Color by SushiOwl

“Darling, have you been carrying a throw-away comment I made in your mind for almost four months?”

Stiles’s face felt like it was one with fire now.

After You by FlyAwayMeow (rjaejoo)

It’s true that sometimes what you want the most, you can’t have and that you’ll miss what you once had all along when it’s finally gone.

After breaking his engagement to Chris, Peter heads to New York to start over. He meets Stiles, a young author at his publishing house who helps him piece his confidence back together. When tragedy strikes, he discovers how to finally let go of his past and have the family and future he's always wanted with the pieces already in his life.

Looking After You by Slayer_of_Destiny

Can Peter be a chance for Stiles, can Stiles be a second chance for Peter? When Peter offers Stiles a relationship will the younger man take the chance with the werewolf?

Maybe We Both Are by lavenderlotion

The first time Stiles lets his fingers brush against Peter he wasn’t expecting the response he got. They were sitting on Stiles bed researching something. Or, they were researching. Now they were just talking. They did that a lot these days, just talked. They also ate together a lot. Or got coffee.

these words bear my scars (paint your love on my skin) by WindyRein

One day butterflies and childish codes change to I'm sorry you're meant for a murderer and he won't realize for years how much that changed his life.

Before you let go (and the light takes you in) by Issay

Stiles makes one last errand - goes to leave flowers on all the other graves. Fuck, so many graves. The grief is as endless and as inescapable as the sky.

He goes home and there is a thing wearing his father's face, waiting for him in the kitchen.

The Lady of Lightning by kiranightshade

"Those who foolishly sought power by riding the back of the tiger ended up inside"

Can You Use Lube For That? by AlreadyBoss

“You think your what is haunted now?” Surely he'd misheard. There was no way-

“My vibrator,” Stiles answered with alarming sincerity.

Well. He hadn't misheard after all.

Pianist Envy by Bunnywest

Stiles is the piano player.Peter can think of other things he'd like to see those hands do.Shame the guy's straight.

Everything You Deserve by Areiton

You think about it. More than you should, you think about it. About what would have happened, if you had bitten Stiles instead of Scott.

Home by Ragga

Don't be like him, they would say, and then add, or else you get burned.

Unable to bear the whispers any longer, This One left. He forsook those who forsook him, left him bear his scars alone, the scars he bore for his herd. It was better to be alone, stay off the currents, than swim with those most undeserving of his loyalty. So mote it be.

That is, until he met That One.

Lord Peter by Therapeutic_Steter

Peter rung out the rag before gently placing it on his mother’s head, reaching over to feel his father’s equally flushed features.

“Such a good boy,” his mother said, patting his arm with what little strength she had remaining. His father smiled softly at him even as his fell unconscious. Peter pushed back the lump in his throat, smiling shakily for his mother before venturing out into the living space.

knit me together by nezstorm

Peter asks Stiles to stay the night after a really awful day.

Warriors by CinnamonLily

Peter is ten years old when humans discover Azure, a planet not unlike Earth. From there on, he wants to learn everything about their new neighbors and the planet itself. It takes him over twenty years to get to Azure, but when he does, it's so worth it. His anthropologist heart is happy, and a new acquaintance in the form of an Azurian called Stiles might just make the rest of him happy, too.

Survey #383

“the big bully try to stick his finger in my chest  /  try to tell me, tell me he’s the best  /  i don’t really give a good goddamn ‘cuz i got my lunchbox & i’m armed real well”

Ever had a friend online for a long time without seeing a photo of them? Well yeah. Most of my friends are online, and while I've seen pictures of most at least once or twice, some I still haven't. The last time you threw up, what caused it? It was a side effect of a mood stabilizer I started. Any foods from other countries you would like to try but haven’t yet? I'm sure there's something, idk. Do you think the world would be more peaceful without any religion? Yes. Have you ever had a stalker? No. Does it hurt your feelings when people talk shit about things you love? It makes me self-conscious way more than anything. I start to obsess over whether or not the person things poorly or weirdly of me for liking what I like. I just feel judged for liking it, but that's my problem. Do you like it when people give you nicknames? I do, actually. It feels kinda affectionate to me. Do you often find yourself checking out people’s butts? Haha I'm not gonna say it's never happened, but it's not something I make a habit out of for sure. What fandoms are you in? MEERKAT MANOR IS BACK BAYBEEEE, Markiplier, Silent Hill, Shadow of the Colossus, World of Warcraft, Spyro, Wings of Fire, and lots more, honestly. I'm into a lot of stuff, and I don't love in moderation, haha. Are there any fandoms you used to be in, but left? Yeah, like Supernatural, Good Mythical Morning, or Warriors, but it wasn't out of "I don't like it anymore" or anything, I just drifted away. Anything the fans in your fandoms do that pisses you off? World of Warcraft if particular has one of the most toxic fucking fanbases. There are so many goddamn elitists and people who whine about "boohoo WoW is dying" and "omg this game has been trash since Wrath" and yada yada yada and it's annoying as hell. They always find some shit to complain about. Then Silent Hill... ugh. I think people just hop onto the "the series sux after 1-4" bandwagon to fit in with a certain crowd, but that's not the main thing that annoys me; rather, it's the fact the former main admin of the SH wiki made a fucking joke out of us there. He was clearly having personal issues and made a HUGE and utterly ridiculous deal of Silent Hill 4 having heavy symbolism to the main character being obsessed with the bullshit idea of him being circumcised, and it led to a maaaassive thread of us members trying to talk some damn sense into him as he abused his power. He was finally banned by the Wikia staff, but not in time for some gaming websites to publish "news" stories about it because it was just that ludicrous. Now, YEARS later, we still get trolls coming onto the site to try and revive the drama by inserting absolute rubbish into pages or making new ones. Nowadays I'm the main administrator there, and it's fucking embarrassing sometimes. I'm supposed to keep the wiki under control and respected, you know? Ugh, I'll stop. I could rant for a very long time about this. Do you prefer ruffly or regular potato chips? Ruffly. Do you write down your own recipes, or just commit them to memory? I don’t cook. What color do you want to dye your hair? My top three are pastel pink, lilac, and a light creamsicle orange. I REALLY want to dye it SOMETHING. :( How do you like your chicken? Of course breaded (like nuggets, tenders) is my favorite, but I also enjoy is broiled and seasoned well. There's other ways, but because I don't cook, I, uh... don't know how a lot are made lmao. Do you enjoy cheese fries? UUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH YES. Do you eat refried beans? I absolutely hate beans, so no. What is a food you enjoy, but don’t have very often? A whole lot because a lot of it is from restaurants and we don't eat out all that much. As well, my diet is very narrow just because of how picky I am. Marilyn Monroe or Audrey Hepburn? Why? I mean, what are we comparing them for? I think Audrey is fucking gorgeous, though. Marilyn is also beautiful. Favorite fictional world? Uh, I dunno. Do you use lint rollers often? No. Do you carry pepper spray? No, but I want to. Has your power ever gone out for more than a day? I think so. Other than a dislike button, what’s something you wish Facebook had? Hm, I dunno. What time do your parents normally get home from work? Mom can't work right now, but I think Dad gets off around 5PM. Are you afraid to ask people out on dates? Yep. Do you think it’s better to look for love or let it find you? Both can work, but I definitely prefer to let it find me. I feel that *in general* that usually has better results. Have you ever found yourself worrying about commitment? No. I'm a very committed person romantically. Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already? No. Have you ever had a rash from poison ivy? I don't believe so, no. Do you have any chairs in your bedroom? No. Did you watch Elmo as a child? Some, yeah. Do you know anyone who doesn’t eat meat? I don't think so, off the top of my head. When you throw up, do you cry? No, but I'm a whiner and will also shake from fear because I have such a phobia of vomiting. Doing it totally turns me into a baby. Who was the last person to carry you? I couldn't tell you the last person to full-on carry me, but back when I tore a ligament in my foot, my mom kinda had me lifted when she would help me walk. Is it easy for you to accept loss? Absolutely not. I handle it very, very poorly. Have you done anything sneaky lately? No. Have you ever had a rolling back pack? Yes. Who knows you better than anyone else? My mom, probably. Would you ever want to go to Brazil? Sure, if the opportunity came up. Are there any medical conditions that run in your family? A lot, mostly heart problems. What band has the best guitar solos? Metallica imo. Who is the biggest jerk you've ever met? She was somehow my former best friend. Have you ever swerved off the road to avoid hitting an animal? I've never been in that situation, thankfully. What's a charity you would never donate to? I'm really not familiar enough with charities and their practices to know which ones are sketch or not. Have you ever grown your own herbs? No. Do you have any exes you'd consider dating again? Yes. What were some of your favorite classes you took in high school? Art and German. Mythology was fun, too. Do you know anyone with a profession in law? Yeah, I have a cousin that's a lawyer. Have you ever Googled yourself? Yeah, outta curiosity. What's the shortest amount of time you've had between relationships? Like, two days. Part of the reason I left Girt was because I liked Sara. As a child, what comfort foods did your parents make for you when you were sick with a cold or flu? Chicken noodle soup. What's a movie series where the sequel was better than the original? Ha, for some reason Inspector Gadget came to mind. I guess from mentioning my childhood. I was FUCKING OBSESSED with that movie as a kid. The first one's fine, but I love the second one. Does your car have heated seats? Mom's doesn't. What is the strangest pizza topping you've ever eaten? Nothing strange, really. Describe your hometown. What’s it like there? Small and dangerous. Lots of run-down areas. A gang nearly broke into our house once, if that helps you get the picture. What was the last video game you beat? I replayed Silent Hill 2 forever ago. What did you learn from your last failed relationship? It really just taught me that you need to take care of your own mental health before you can effectively handle another's properly and strike a healthy balance. What country does your favorite band hail from? Britain. What’s something on your to-do list that never actually gets done? Finish decorating my room. -_- Have you ever been really passionate about something but then lost interest? If so, what was it? Good Mythical Morning, I suppose. I used to be OB-SESSED. I still adore Rhett and Link as people, they are fucking wonderful human beings and excellent entertainers, I just drifted away from their content. I don't really know why. Do you sleep with the TV or the radio on? No. What’s the worst thing about being male/female (whichever you are)? Menstrual cycles, I'd say. It affects your mood so much, and as someone who's bipolar, it can be very confusing. I like to know why I'm feeling a certain way. What movie has the best special effects? /shrug How many work hours per week is too much for you? I wouldn't know, I've never really worked long enough to figure this out. Can you remember your first day of school? I think I have the faintest memory of it. I know I was very scared to leave my mom (I had absolutely awful separation anxiety from her) and I MIGHT have cried, but I don't really recall with certainty. Have you ever entered a modelling competition? Would you? No thanks. Did you keep any drawings/stories from when you were younger? Most, no, because the level of cringe is LITERALLY unbearable for me. Do you have a safe? Mom does somewhere. What’s the scariest thing to happen to you so far? The breakup. That night was just fucking terrifying. I was so certain my life was over, like the situation was so, so impossible in my head. What was your last dream about? (or your daydream if you don’t remember) My memory's faint, but I just remember I had a nightmare where a LOT of my bones were totally snapped in half. When was the last time you saw a relative? Excluding my immediate family, I last saw my now-departed grandmother and my uncle a while back at a hotel as they were passing through. Have you ever been in a TV audience? No. Are you in any way close to reaching a personal goal? Not really... Do you prefer crosswords or word searches? Word searches. Do you like making collages? Not really. Do you remember any inside jokes from childhood? No. What would you love to learn to do? Digital art, like drawing on a tablet. Do you prefer monkeys or lemurs? Lemurs. Do you watch movies based on the actors or the movie plot? The plot, 100%. Are you more shy in real life or on the internet? I am WAY more shy irl.

baekhyun as a bf

it wasn’t supposed to be this big tbh

you can tell by the fucker’s face, he is annoying af

k seriously tho

even though byun is all smiles and pranks he definitely seems like a serious person on the personal side

constantly asking himself if it’s the right thing to do putting u in such a historically brutal position such as dating an idol

you having to reassure him way too often that it was your decision to make, not his

“sweetie i’m here because i want to stop going off” “cool but like are you su-” “dude i swEAR TO GOD”

it’s not something he likes thinking it just happens okay he’s worried b patient to the babee

since his last relationship didn’t end up very well, he would probably take mONTHS to actually claim you as his girlfriend

seriously tho i fume just thinking about that time

it happened on a friday night when he was playing on the pc, chanyeol was calling and babyboi was like “srry cant talk rn exchanging breaths with my girl”

you were scrunching your nose for a sec but them you realized what he said and were like !!!!

him enjoying the fact his words got you so flustered and playing it cool like chill out dude as if you didn’t know we were dating by now

????????? in fact ou were so surprised bcs u didn’t even know the boys knew abt ur existence

“like... they KNOW??????”

“of cOURSE they know junmyeon would kick my ass if i didn’t explain to him why i missed our dinner last night”

you guys are so comfortable with the fact your relationship ain’t official you decided at the same night thisbis how you prefered to stay like

he’s not okay with going public after what happened in the past and you agree and support his desire to keep it private

i could write a whole essay dissing saesangs

that doesn’t mean he won’t hang out with you

after all, you’ve been friends for ages now

and the boys know abt u

chanyeol keeps biting byun’s butt but you’re okay with that

was there any other option? ofc not

talking about ass

he’s one

honestly such a tease

always finding a way to make u flustered

“babe look at me” “what” “i love you” “god i love you too” “and your ass looks amazing today” “leave me alone”

always slaps your butt

doesn’t matter the context

sexual or not

he loves him some butt

lol dates

like literally you sit there and spend the night playing and eating together

every lol date is a different dish ordered

since you gotta keep it low profile

might as well do it right

he’s an observer

constantly stops what he’s doing to admire you

sometimes you’re like watching a movie or idk brushing ur teeth

he stands there in the door frame all dumbfounded burning loveholes into your skull

you’re like ...stop it

he’s like . no

he’s so emotional i’m not even exaggerating

keeps joking around when he’s around people and everybody seems to think he’s a dork who just can’t stop talking nonsense

(which he is)

but when you guys are alone

oh boy

he’s so sensible

literally writes on post-its and places it around your apartment before he leaves for practice on mornings

not all of them are cute tho

once your friend was like “hey y/n idcwho’s dicking you down but i think the person got the feels”

you completely forgot to take off the “your taste already left my mouth. dinner tonight at 8 and i’ll be eating twice” post-it

like

he literally put it in your refrigerator’s door

you legit wanted to die

but then on other days it’s like

“i promised, throughout my whole life, this heart belongs to you.”

honestly so intense

when you guys argue it’s like a conquest to see who can act more like a spoiled kid

but basically go off with your frustrations and then one of u ends up cooling off in the shower

later either you or him get in there too asking if the other is feeling better

tbh not that often do u guys fight

most of the times is like

“okay,,, this is unnecessary” “yeah screw it”

but sometimes it gets really heated

and you’re both frustrated

straightforward speaking, you guys have sex

very

rough

sex

he’s a switch k let’s be real

loves making you beg

loves begging for you

not the type to degrade or hurt you or anything

like he’s a light dom

and by that i mean he will pound in you rough and slow until you’re begging him to let you cum but keeps kissing your flushed cheeks and tightly intertwining your hands as he lovingly whispers “you fucking love those type of fights don’t you”

loves LOVES being blindfolded

lowkey a freak but moderately

absolutely loves it when he ties you up and makes you say exactly what you want

will always stuck two or three fingers in so you have a hard time speaking

as i was saying, the absolute worst

“baekhyun... please-“ “fucking say it” “please... baby... fuck me” “hard nut”

is shamelessly vocal

groans

whimpers

desperate moans

aftercare baekhyun is a look

his hair all disheveled, dazed eyes and flushed lips

yk that look from the city lights photoshoot with his glossy skin and damp hair

yeah

he loves you so much and seeing you all blissed out after sex makes him, curiously, very very soft

everything you guys said during the argument is quickly forgotten as you exchange a few sorry’s and deep kisses in between

loves feeling your skin against his as he embraces your shoulders hugging you to his chest

you leave pecks on the scratchings your nails did on his skin and he just lays there all fucked out and smiles like 💕💞💓💘💘💖💗💞💓💗💕💝💘💖💕💞💓💗💗💞💖💘💞💘💖

and he’s horny again

it’s not like he’s a teenager he just absolutely loves being this intimate to you

and then you have a bath together bcs sticky

loves making coffee like at 6am to you so he can wake you up and have breakfast together

the type to wake you in this worst way possible

he rips the sheets off of you

regardless of how cold it is at that hour

and jumps over

“wake up egg”

as you guys head to the kitchen he sits you on his lap and feeds you :(

his arms around your waist and keeps leaving tiny pecks on your cheeks as he rests his cheek on your back and heavily sighs

“ya your breath stinks”

“you stink dummy”

sings ballads out of the blue

you’re like reading or smth

and he’s like

appado gWAENCHANHA

“shut it or i’ll rip off your chords with my bare hands”

“i dare you”

you actually made out after you chased him around the couch

so annoyingly dense

like you were taking your clothes off

his lips on your neck

and then he’s like

“btw my mother wants to meet you”

you literally froze

bra slipping off your shoulders

“????? you mother kNOWS?????”

“ofc she knows she’s my mother wtf”

“!!!!!!!!!BAEKHYUN”

doesn’t understand the concept of Time And Place

once you were on the bathtub massaging his feet after hours of practice and he was like yo ever thought about kids

i ran out of reactions so basically you cursed at him for five minutes

he was like 🥺🥺 just saying srry

it took you more five to explain to him it wasn’t that you hated kids you just thought it was something to talk about on another time

like

five years another time

maybe ten

he was like k we can have a dog

and now you have a dog together along with mongryong

a cutie called jinx

don’t ask

fucking nerd

you were like

she’s new so treat her as kindly as mongryong

baekhyun is a pain in the ass but in a matter of hours he was like

i bought the same clothes for them

you rolled your eyes but silently got the heart eyes bcs cute

loves watching you dressing yourself

especially for your low profile dates

“hm no too hard to take off”

“...a monochromatic two piece with a zipper in the skirt?”

“my point exactly”

tbh he Is kinda horny

but that’s bcs he’s mad for you

loves it when you style his hair

“baekhyun can’t you stand still for like two minutes” “oh sorry”

you’re standing there, focused on the task

30 secs on it and his hands are already caressing your tummy

you’re like stop i’m bUSY

he’s like no one’s stopping you

but keeps tickling you

idk he really treasures those tiny little details in the moments you spend together

everything is important to him

doesn’t mean he’s like insanely needy of your attention

no you’re two individuals who have their own lives and schedules

he keeps it cool but yeah he’s bananas for you

sorry his words

everything is so domestic with him

and so good

he’s been through a lot throughout the years and this relationship is the calmness he needed

and he’s the fun and lightness you needed after spending so much time trying and acting like a “grownup”

baekhyun brings back the teenager in you

but in a good way

you complete each other so well sigh

cuz you’re like all responsible and shit

he loves the juxtaposition

so do you

idk it feels right

you love like teenagers but live like adults

also his words

golden daddy | jjk

Summary: Jungkook’s tired of you seeing him simply as your best friend’s brother, so he decides to show you exactly who he is. Best friend’s brother AU!

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 6.3k

Warnings: masturbation, use of sex toys, exhibition, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, overstimulation, cumplay, daddy and baby girl kink, penetration, dom!Jungkook, sub!reader, rough sex, cunnilingus, slight degradation (use of slut), spanking, anal play, squirting, creampie

A/N: Hey there demons, it’s me, ya girl, fucking around and updating twice in one day cause im w i l d and have no control. Let me know if you enjoy it, let me know if you hate it too idk i need feedback (and friends ᵘʷᵘ). It’s half 3 in the morning cause i’m a mess™ and so this is barely edited rip

“Well, if you didn’t want me to fuck you tonight why the hell were you wearing that damn dress? I can practically see your tits” Joonho spat out and you were instantly reeling. You picked up your half full glass of red wine and threw the contents at him, spilling the moderately expensive wine all over his preciousVersace suit. Honestly, you were sure he spent the entirety of this train wreck of a date either staring at your tits or talking about the money he had and how much he had splashed out on the damned suit for this date. You had triedputting up with all of it, however you drew the line when he quite boldly asked you to head over to his for a quick tumble in the sheets.

“You prick. My clothing choices don’t mean shit. I could literally stand here naked and that still wouldn’t mean I’d want to fuck you. In fact, we could literally be the last two people on earth and I’d set myself on fire before even thinking of letting you touch me, asshole” You hissed before grabbing your purse and stomping out of the restaurant.

The cold wind hit you like a freight train and you immediately began shivering, cursing yourself for not having the foresight to bring a jacket. Whipping out your phone, you quickly ordered an Uber, wanting to be home, out of the dress and sitting on your sofa with your best friend while the two of you watched horror films that were so bad, you couldn’t help but laugh at them.

“Hey! ____, you bitch. Get back here. I hope you’re going to pay for the dry-cleaning bill. This suit is Versace” Joonho yelled in indignation, stressing ‘Versace’ as he stomped out of the restaurant just as your Uber pulled up.

“Oh, fuck you and your damn Versace suit, you god damn troglodyte” You screamed back, your face twisting into a scowl; you quickly got into the car, flipping him off as you did so.

You sighed once you were safely in the Uber, the driver quickly driving off, leaving Joonho behind, even as the pompous male tried to chase after you. You huffed, wondering when your taste in men had dropped so low. This was the fifth date in the last month alone. Somehow, each and every one of them had turned out to be wrong. The first was far too disinterested, refusing to maintain a conversation the entire night. The second had outright ignored you, preferring to text whoever the hell he was texting. The third had literally broken down into tears, crying about how the love of his life had left him and how he was still not over her. The fourth had ‘forgotten’ his wallet at home and pulled a runner, leaving you to pick up the bill. And finally, the latest and the biggest dick of them all was Joonho.

Eventually, you arrived back at your dorm building; groaning as you noticed the ‘out of order’ sign on the elevator. This was a fantastic end to the night. The elevator to your building had fucking broken down. Simply wonderful. You huffed as you dragged yourself up the ten flights of stairs, in your stupid six-inch heels, wincing as said shoes pinched your toes. You almost yelled out in victory when you finally made it to your flat. You quickly pulled out your keys before throwing the door open and dragging your exhausted body into your home.

You noticed that most doors in the dorm were closed, meaning that most of your house mates were all either asleep or out. It had been weird living with so many people under one roof at the start, especially considering there were seven boys and only four girls. But that made complete sense, as most girls tended to stick to single sex accommodation only. You, yourself, didn’t really care who was under the roof as long as you had somewhere to sleep. Besides, your dorms were one of the nicest dorms to live in, slightly more on the pricier range for a student; but still affordable. You quickly kicked of your heels and shoved them into the shoe rack before walking into the large, spacious common room.

“Wow. I didn’t expect you to be home this early” Your best friend, and one of the girls living in the dorms with you, Sooyun said, looking up from her spot between her two boyfriends, Namjoon and Hoseok. Jungkook, Sooyun’s older twin brother, was spread out on the loveseat, scarfing down his snacks, sending sideways glares to Namjoon and Hoseok whenever he felt they got too ‘handsy’ with his precious babysister. You stressed baby because really, she was only two minutes younger than him.

“Hands where I can see them!” Jungkook suddenly yelled, causing all of you to jump. Hoseok immediately pulled his hands away from under the blanket the three were sharing and off of Sooyun’s thigh. You watched as your best friend let out a frustrated groan.

“Jungkook, whyare you still here? Didn’t you say you had some project you had to work on. Also, if my boyfriendsof a whole fucking year, want to touch me, they’re allowed to! Besides, they do much more than just touch-” Sooyun began only for Jungkook to let out a screech.

“Please stop talking! It’s bad enough that you’re dating not one but twoof my best friends, I don’t need to hear your sordid sex life. I’m still going to pretend that hyungs haven’t defiled you and that you’re waiting till marriage” Jungkook said sending both boys glares as Hoseok snickered at the younger boy, Namjoon simply smirked, pressing a kiss to Sooyun’s shoulder.

“It’s not like we were the first to defileher. Although we’ll definitely be the last” You heard Namjoon mutter against her skin. Jungkook immediately stiffened and you had to roll your eyes. Hoseok and Namjoon loved teasing and riling up their younger friend; and it turned out, Sooyun was a sure-fire way to do that. Sooyun quickly cleared her throat, pushing Namjoon away as she turned her attention back to you.

“Anyway. _____, why are you home so early? How bad was this one?” Sooyun asked and you sighed, throwing your purse onto the table before sinking onto the love seat, next to Jungkook.

“He thought that because I wore this dress, I’d put out. Plus, he spent the entire time speaking about himself and how much money he made and how expensive his stupid Versace suit was” You groaned and Sooyun sent you an apologetic look.

“Well that’s what you get for dating random dickheads” Jungkook muttered and you turned to him in shock, as you spluttered, unable to respond to him. That was completely out of the blue for Jungkook. You had known him three years now, the entirety of your university life, and never once had he commented on your choice in men.

“I said what I said. Anyway, I think its time I actually left, that damn film project isn’t going to edit itself. I’ll see you guys tomorrow” Jungkook said standing up, before looking at Hoseok and Namjoon expectantly, expecting them to leave with him. Namjoon and Hoseok refused to budge, instead the later raising a single eyebrow in response. Jungkook huffed, grumbling under his breath before turning to you, giving you a once over. Your breath caught in the middle of your throat, your skin burning under his heated gaze. His eyes were dark, shining in the dimly lit living room, and he had the slightest smirk on his soft pink lips.

“You look good by the way. See ya” Jungkook said with a wink before crossing the common room and entering his own room, the door slamming shut.

You immediately stiffened, unsure of how to react. Without realising you were doing it, you pinched yourself, unable to believe what had just happened. Had Jungkook just… had he just flirted with you? No. There was no way. He was an entire three years younger than you, not to mention your best friend’s brother. You were just imagining things. You were sure of it. Even if you still had trouble breathing and heat was pooling in the pit of your stomach.

There was no way you were hot for Jeon Jungkook.

A couple hours later, you find yourself lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep. You groaned in frustration; you turned to look at the alarm clock on your bedside table, almost screeching when it read 00:34am. You had work in the morning and ideally, you wanted enough sleep. Especially considering you worked as a baby sitter for a 4-year-old and a 6-year-old. The last thing you wanted to do was spend the day sleep deprived while running after a couple of screaming kids.

A part of you knew exactly why you couldn’t sleep. It had been a good four months since you’d had sex and the pent-up sexual frustration was finally getting to you. You bit your lip before your hands began wandering over your stomach and down to your shorts, before dragging both them and your underwear down your legs. You threw them off the bed, uncaring as to where they landed in your bedroom. Your knees began rising as you slowly spread your legs; almost groaning at the feel of the slight chill of the night air against your heat.

Your hand trailed up your leg before brushing against the inside of your thigh. You dragged a single digit up and down your slight, lowly groaning at the slight stimulation. You spread your lips with your pointer and ring finger before rubbing your clit tightly with your middle finger. Your breathing began deepening as you continuously rolled your clit between your fingers, eyes fluttering at the sensation. Soon however, the stimulation wasn’t enough and you needed more. Your fingers trailed through your dewy hot lips, finger circling your slit before plunging in knuckle deep.

You pumped the finger in and out, feeling your slick walls clench around the digit. You let out a quiet moan, another finger joining the first, whining at the slight stretch. You continued pumping into you, your walls fluttering in pleasure as your juices slowly trailed down your fingers until you were so wet, all you could hear was your fingers thrusting into you and your low breathy moans. Soon, the pleasure began dulling and you groaned, thrusting another finger inside, back arching at the burn of the stretch. It was a sweet pleasurable pain and you began thrusting your fingers in even faster, looking for release desperately.

Ten minutes later and no matter how much you fingered yourself or rubbed at your clit, your orgasm still hadn’t approached. You yanked your fingers out of you and glared at the ceiling as your chest heaved. You felt unbelievable empty and the need for release was entirely too strong. You flipped yourself over, blindly feeling around your bedside table before reaching the draw. You quickly opened it and began rummaging around until you felt the cold, slightly ridged vibrating dildo.

You spread your legs once again, rubbing the head of the dildo against your slit as you wettened it. You rolled the tip against your pussy, mewling at the sensation. Once it was slick enough, your turned it on and slowly began inserting the thick head into your tight pussy, breathing deeply at the stretch. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation of the vibrations deep within you as you continued push the toy into you. When you inserted it in as deep as it could go you pulled it out, before pushing it back all the way in once again.

You began pumping the toy into you, hips swirling slightly as you tried to stimulate yourself further. The vibrations against your walls were helping, and despite being filled, you couldn’t help but feel empty. Sweat covered your entire body and you groaned, bucking into the vibrator harder to try and pull your orgasm closer. However, nothing was working. You let out a small frustrated cry and pulled the silicon toy out of you, turning it off and throwing it beside you before staring at the ceiling in irritation.

“Why” You whined into the night air, writhing slightly on your cotton sheets, fingers digging into the mattress as your clit throbbed for relief, your walls clenching and unclenching uncontrollably. You were so wet your thighs were sticky and you could smell it thick in the air, and it only ceased to incense you further. You knew exactly why you weren’t satisfied with your toys. You needed a cock. A realcock and you’d gone far too long without one.

Your heart was racing and your slit began dripping as you imagined fucking yourself on a big, thick cock. Sliding up and down as it split you open. Your throat died up and your hips thrust against the crisp night air, uselessly humping the air. You continued imagining a nameless figure, one that seemed entirely too familiar, even though you couldn’t place him. His face was blurred but his arms were well defined and he had thick, strong thighs with bulging muscles. You imagined him sliding between your spread legs and into the depths of your heat. You threw your head back and pressed two fingers into your swollen clit as you continued imagining the faceless man fuck into you with his big cock.

“Fuck!” You cried, you could feel your orgasm near you but no matter how hard you tried, you simply couldn’t reach your peak. Although, the faceless man was helping slightly. You plunged two fingers into you, letting out a small hiss as your hands moved as fast as they could, fucking into you.

“Hey ____, you okay? Holy shit” Jungkook enters your room without knocking, catching you with your legs spread and your fingers buried as deep as into your cunt as they could be. You still all of a sudden, sitting up straight, your hand still between your thighs as you stare at him in shock. As soon as your eyes adjust to his figure in the doorway you gulp. The faceless man becomes cleared in your mind.

You were fucking masturbating to Jungkook.

Your best friend’s brother Jungkook.

Three year’s younger than you Jungkook.

You were fucked.

“I’m just gonna go” Jungkook says, beginning to turn around and against your better judgement you call out to him, stopping him in his tracks.

“Wait Jungkook!” You call out and he turned back to you, cocking up his eyebrows. You look at him in embarrassment and begin stuttering, unable to form the words that you want to say. Jungkook immediately draws himself to his full height, a small smirk on his face.

“Is there something you need baby girl?” Jungkook asks, his voice deep and raspy and dripping with satoori. You immediately flush under his gaze, your slit gushing slightly at his voice. You had no idea that Jungkook calling you baby girl would have such an impact on you, especially considering you were definitely older than him.

“I… I need” You stammer and Jungkook’s grin widens. He’s almost like a wolf who’s found his prey. He stalks towards your bed, eyes trained on your figure as you breathe heavily under him.

“Do you need me baby? Do you need daddy?” Jungkook asks and you let out a low groan at his words, nodding furiously.

“No baby, I want you to say it. Tell daddy you need him” Jungkook says, crouching down in front of your bed and levelling his gaze onto yours. Briefly his eyes wander over your body, eyes stopping at the hand covering your pussy. Hot lust courses through your veins and your eyes darken slightly, losing all inhibitions.

“Yes daddy, I need you so much. I need you to fill me up and make me yours” You reply.

“Bring that juicy little cunt to me baby” Jungkook purrs, curling one of his fingers in a come-hither motion. You immediately get onto your knees and crawl towards him. Once your nearer to him, you lay back down, your ass on the edge of your bed and pussy almost face to face with Jungkook. You flushed with the heat of embarrassment once again, however Jungkook ignored you, instead choosing to stare unabashedly at your swollen and dripping pussy.

He runs a hand over you, over your chest, squeezing your breast slightly before he continues trailing down to your legs. He grips your bare thigh in his hand, fingertips pressing hard into the soft skin before pushing it out, watching as your cunt lips spread with your thighs. His ministrations draw out low moans from you and he smirks at your wanton noises, the noise going straight to the pit of your belly.

“Daddy please fuck me” You mewl and he chuckles once more, slapping your thigh harshly and drawing a soft whine out of you.

“My baby girl is being so needy today” Jungkook snorts in amusement and you whine slightly. His hands move to spread your pussy lips for his viewing pleasure, groaning slightly when your slit gushes with your arousal. You’re sure you’re staining your bedsheets by now, but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

"Don’t worry baby, I’ll wreck you tonight. I’ll show you exactly why all those guys you dated before were wrong for you. How I’m the only one who can satisfy this pretty little pussy. But first, show me how you played with yourself before I got here" Jungkook commands, his voice husky and you almost go delirious from his completely erotic words. You blush lightly as you spread your legs wider, one hand trailing down your body and towards the juncture between your thighs.

“That’s it baby, don’t be shy for daddy” Jungkook whispers his own hand moving to palm at his bulge under his tight dark jeans, eyes darkening with lust as he watched you play with your clit, your thighs wet with your arousal.

His cock jerked violently at the sight of you, watching with rapt attention when your fingers slicked with your dripping  He quickly stood up and began divesting himself off his clothing, slowly teasing you as he did so. Jungkook began by pulling his shirt up and revealing inch by inch of smooth, delectable tanned skin. Hard abs rippled under his skin, making you groan, your fingers moving slightly faster at his little strip tease. Once it was off his torso, his hands trailed down his body and passed the snail trail of thin wiry brown hairs that led to the waistband of his boxers. He slowly unzipped his dark jeans, slowly slipping them down his thick thighs, muscles bulging and twitching.

Finally, he was down to his boxers. You watched in desperation and lust as his hands trailed around his boxers before slowly sliding them down too, leaving him completely naked. You breathed in deeply, mouth dry at the beautiful male specimen standing in front of you. Your eyes were instantly drawn to his cock, eyes widening slightly. It was impossibly long and even thicker, your mouth watering as you imagined him sliding slowly into you, stretching you out in a way you’ve never been stretched before. His cockhead was red and angry, dripping with precum and making his tip sticky. You longed to wrap your mouth around his cock, suck and worship it until he was fucking it into your throat.

“Continue playing baby” Jungkook ordered, wrapping his hand around his dick, pumping it as he watched you. You ran her fingers up and down your slit before spreading your lips and sliding a finger into your dripping sex. You were so drenched that he was sure you could easily slide in three fingers without an issue. However, he wanted to watch you slowly stretch open your cunt, knowing that you’d need the preparation for his cock. Jungkook began fisting himself more, pumping his dick and imagining that it was you instead; meaning you added a second finger into your depth, Jungkook groaning as he watched you stretch your tiny little hole out.

"Play with your clit" Jungkook commanded, his attention completely on you, watching as you used your other hand to prod and pinch your clit, your fingers moving into you quicker. Jungkook’s hand tightened around his girth, moving his thumb to brush against his angry cockhead. You plunged another finger into you with a cry, curling them to press against your g-spot, your other hand furiously rubbing and teasing your clit. You placed your feet on the edge of the bed before your hips flew off the bed, bucking against the air as you lost yourself in your own pleasure-induced haze.

“That’s it baby, fuck yourself and imagine it’s me instead” Jungkook groaned, his hands sticking with his own precum as his eyes were trained on the way your fingers disappeared in and out of you, watching as your hips bucked into the air.

“Daddy! Please” You whined, pleasing with him as you slowly brought yourself closer and closer to the edge, your own eyes watching as he jerked off in front of you, his precum leaking profusely.

"Cum" Jungkook demanded and your eyes snapped shut; your fingers brought your to a quick end, body shuddering as you screamed his name. Your body writhed on the bed uncontrollably, thighs quivering and womb spasming uncontrollably before you pulled your fingers out, when the stimulation got too much. You breathed harshly, chest heaving and pussy trembling as your cum leaked out onto the bed. You slowly opened your eyes, staring deep into Jungkook’s dark brown ones and drawing up all your courage, you brought your hand up to you lips and licked them clean, sucking your own cum off your fingers.

The sight of you sucking your digits threw him off the edge, Jungkook roared your name as he came, angling his cock against your clit and rubbing it furiously. You let out a small whine and tried to shut your legs from the overstimulation; however, Jungkook’s free hand shot out and held your thigh down, keeping you spread open for him. He continued rubbing his cockhead against your dripping pussy, groaning when you coated it in your cum. His cock erupted, cum shooting out and dousing your clit in his milky sperm. You gasped at the sensation, clit throbbing as the heat of him cum covered your sensitive bundle of nerve.

“Jungkook please” You croaked, pleading with him to stop as overstimulation took over. Jungkook fell over, arms bracing himself above you as his head buried into the valley between your breasts, snuggling and placing soft kisses against your sternum.

“Fuck, you’re so hot baby” Jungkook says before picking himself up and grinning down at you. Your eyes widen when you feel him still hard against your inner thigh, wondering how he still has stamina after cumming so hard. Jungkook looked down, moaning at the sight of your pussy covered in his cum. He kneeled onto the bed, between your thighs and gently began rubbing his cum into your pussy, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as his thumb rubbed against your clit.

“Look at your pussy baby girl, it’s so wet and messy” Jungkook says, voice raspy and your pussy flutters. You know Jungkook’s noticed it too from the way he groans, his eyes staring directly at your slit.

“Please fill me up daddy” You plead and Jungkook growls, he grabs the base of his shaft and rubs at your lips, coating his dick in your arousal before he begins pressing into your entrance.

“It’s gonna be a tight fit baby, look at how small you are compared to me” Jungkook says, voice filled with lust as he rubs the head against your entrance. Finally, he begins pushing into you and you let out a slight shriek, mouth gapping at the way he stretches you out. Your walls are stretched to their limit just from how girthy his head is and you reach up, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He continues guiding himself into you, inch by agonising inch and you let out a small hiss.

“Fuck daddy, you’re so big” your eyes rolling back in a mix of pain and pleasure. Jungkook chuckles slightly as he continues rolling his hips into yours and you let out a small groan of pain when he finally bottoms out, his tip resting against your cervix. You feel so unbelievably full, your wall muscles rippling around him as you try to adjust to his size.

You moan after a couple moments, rolling your hips against his as you silently beg for him. Jungkook pulls out, straightening his back before pulling out until just his tip is nestled into you before plunging back into you in one smooth stroke, going as deep as he possibly can. You let out a small shriek, not caring whether you wake up the entire dorm, his dick is slightly curved, aiding in rubbing against your g-spot every time he enters into you.

“Fuck baby girl, you take cock so well, look at your tight little pussy being wrecked by my cock. Fuck… fuck you’re so wet you’re drenching me baby girl” Jungkook moans, throwing his head back as your walls flutter around him. He moves one of his hands towards your hips, his grip so tight, you know he’ll leave finger shaped bruises on your hips. He continues bucking his hips into yours, increasing his speed and power until he was jackhammering into you as hard as he could. Your breasts bounce in circles on your chest from the power of his thrusts, your legs shaking continuously from the pleasure he wrought onto your body. He runs one of his hands from your hips, down your thighs until it comes to rest at your knees before pushing it up against your chest, spreading you wider for him. He leans down, his chest braced against your bent leg and giving him for leverage to fuck deeper and harder into you before his hand moves to play with your clit.

“Fuck daddy, I’m going to cum” You moan, lip pulled between your teeth as tears fill your eyes as pleasure fills your every sensation.

“Cum for me. Cum for daddy” Jungkook snarls, his movements become rougher, a feat you thought was entirely impossible. You shudder, your walls clamping tightly around him and drenching his cock in more of your cum as you wail out his name. Jungkook groans at the feel of your wet, hot walls; his thumb pressing harder into your clit. You expect him to slow down and allow you to recover slightly, but he doesn’t.

“Jungkook?” You gasp out as he continues rolling his cock into you.

“I’m not done with you yet baby” Jungkook snarls before roughly flipping you onto your front, pushing you onto your knees as your head is pressed into the mattress. He shifts, spreading your ass cheeks before groaning at the mess he’s made of your pussy. You let out a little moan when he surges forward, pressing small kitten licks against your fold.

“God, you taste like such a slut, so sweet” Jungkook groans against your lips, his tongue moving frantically as you coat his mouth in your juices. You flush as the wet sounds of Jungkook eating you out fill the air, his lips flush against your pussy, mouth slurping and sucking obscenely. One of his hands moves to your clit, fingers playing with it roughly.

“Fuck” You stammer out, pushing your hips further into his face against your better judgement. Jungkook kneels behind you, lifting your hips higher as he drags your over-sensitised cunt over his cock, rubbing his length against your dripping slit until his cock is once again pressing into your entrance. You shudder against him, Jungkook leaning over and pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder blade before thrusting his length back into you. The new position allows him to thrust even deeper inside of you, his hips slightly angled so he was buried to the hilt every time he enters you.

Jungkook continuously impales his dick into you, hands gripping your hips and pulling you back into him every time he thrusts. He watches the way your ass jiggles every time his hips impact with the plush of your ass. He draws one hand back and spanks the flesh with a groan before squeezing it and rolling it in the palm of his hand. He repeats the ministration and before long he’s spanking you so hard, his hand repeatedly meeting your ass, that you’re sure he’s going to bruise you.

“Who’s your daddy?” Jungkook asks, each of his thrusts shaking your body, your knees pressing as hard as they can into the mattress to stabilise your body.

“Jungkook!” You reply with a breathless gasp and you can almost feel the smug smirk from behind you.

“That’s right. I’m your daddy and now this pussy belong to me, you understand? You’re mine _____, which means no more dates, no more giving it up to anyone else. You. Are. Mine” Jungkook grits out; punctuating each of his words with a thrust. His fingers entwine into your hair in a fist before pulling your head up, using it as leverage to pump even harder and faster into you. You can hear the squelching of your pussy every time his dick enters you and the sound of sweaty skin slapping against sweaty skin fills your quiet bedroom.

“Gods, your milking my cock so well baby. Do you want me to fill you up even more?” Jungkook rasps into your ear and you find it in yourself to nod, despite how fucked out you are.  His hand grips your ass cheek before spreading it, he moves his hand to where you’re joined and coats his fingers in your wetness before he begins pressing a finger into your tight ass.

“Fuck Jungkook” You whimper; you were sure he was going to be the end of you. The sensation is foreign but not uncomfortable and you quickly begin adjusting to the single digit. His fingers time in with his cock, thrusting in and out of your ass and stretching you for him. Suddenly, you feel him pressing a second finger into you and you let out a soft cry at the burn of the stretch, Jungkook shushing and cooing at you. He lightly begins thrusting them in and out letting you slowly adjust to the bigger stretch and before long you’re bucking back into him.

“Does Daddy’s little slut like being stuffed full?” Jungkook taunts and you blubber your response, barely able to form coherent words at this point. Jungkook uses his free hand to spank you again, causing you to shriek in pain.

“I asked you a question slut, I expect an answer” Jungkook growls with another slap against your tender ass.

“Yes! I love being stuffed full daddy” You squeal back, Jungkook patting your ass in praise.

“Good girl. Oh? What is that” Jungkook praises before spotting your vibrator from the corner of his eyes. You dread what’s about to happen, wondering how much more your body can take before you collapse from exhaustion.

“Were you playing with toys before daddy found you?” Jungkook asks and you nod tiredly, you can hear the mischievous tone in Jungkook’s voice.

“Use it. Turn it on and rub your little clit for me baby” Jungkook orders and you stiffen, unsure of whether you’d be able to stand the added pleasure on top of everything else.

“Fuck- Daddy I don’t know” You reply uncertainly and Jungkook plunges the fingers in your ass deeper, following it with a hard thrust.

“You can and you will baby. I want you to use the vibrator to make yourself cum and then daddy will let you rest, okay?” Jungkook says and you wonder how he can sound so soft yet domineering at the same time. You weakly feel around your bed, your hand coming into contact with the vibrator. You sluggishly turn it on before moving your hand between your thighs, pressing the vibrator against your clit.

“Fuckkkk” You whine, your pussy spasming uncontrollably while your clit throbs at the strong vibrations from the silicon toy.

“Move it down so it’s pressing against my cock too baby” Jungkook orders and you obey, moving the vibrating toy until it’s pressing against both your clit and his cock. Jungkook begins bucking wilding into your cunt, his moans turning into whines. His pulls him fingers out of your ass and grips your hips tightly as he thrusts wildly into you.

“I’m gonna fill you up with my cum so good baby. I’m gonna cum so deep into this tight little pussy, you’ll be dripping for days” Jungkook says and you let out a small whine, your thighs shaking as your orgasm draws nearer.

“Damn, your pussy just clamped so tight. Does my little slut like being filled up? Does my baby want her daddy to cum in her and watch it spill out?” Jungkook asks and you whine your answer, nodding furiously. The idea of Jungkook filling you up has you gushing with wetness once again. Jungkook’s hand moves to play with your clit and all of a sudden cum squirts out of you in a violent rush, splashing against Jungkook’s abs and dripping down to where the two of you are joined. You couldn’t scream, couldn’t moan, all you could do was choke and stutter, your body wracked with tremors as you rode out your orgasm.

“Fuck! You just drenched me baby. Fuck. Fuck I’m cumming. I’m gonna fill up your sweet cunt baby and then I’m going to watch it all pour out of that greedy cunt” Jungkook taunts and you can do nothing but lay limply as he continues pounding into you, exhaustion taking over your body.

“Jungkook please, I can’t” You sob, your pussy on fire from the pain and pleasure of Jungkook’s actions. With a strangled roar, Jungkook cums, his cum splashes out of him powerfully and violently, rope after rope of thick, hot cum being emptied inside your cunt, until you can feel it slowly start to seep out from where the two of you are joined. Jungkook falls forward, biting your shoulder as he rides of the aftershock of his orgasm, his cock twitching in your walls. When he’s finally done, Jungkook pulls out and flips you back onto your back before spreading your legs. His hand reaches out and spread your pussy wide, watching in satisfaction as his cum starts to seep out of you.

“Fuck that’s so hot” Jungkook says, his fingers playing with your mess cunt, pushing his cum back into you before rubbing his cum covered fingers against your slit. You shudder at his actions before pushing him away as hard as you can, closing your thighs. Your pussy throbbed and ached in the best way possible and you were so fucked out that you could barely speak, instead panting and gasping for air as you calm down from your high. Jungkook falls down beside you, pulling you close into his body before placing a soft kiss against your temple.

“Jungkook what happens now?” You finally ask, your voice croaky from screaming out his name.

“I meant what I said ____. You’re mine. I’ve wanted you for the longest time and the past few months, watching you date pricks who don’t deserve you, has been hell. I like you. Have since my sister introduced us. But you’ve only ever seen me as Sooyun’s brother and honestly? It fucking sucked” Jungkook reveals and you bite your lips. You no longer think he’s justSooyun’s sister.

“Jungkook… that was the best fuck of my entire life. And if you honestly want to try and make this work, I’m willing to try too” You say softly. Jungkook’s only answer is to pull you closer into him, his nose nuzzling into your hair.

“Wait! Fuck Jungkook! How are we going to explain this to your sister? She’s my best friend!” You yell and before you can respond, you hear laughter from the room next to yours.

“You don’t have to explain anything! Just next time you fuck my brother, do it where I can’thear you” Sooyun calls from the room across from yours, Namjoon and Hoseok laughing loudly. You flush bright red before stammering out an apology as you bury your face in Jungkook’s neck out of embarrassment.

“I forgot how thin these fucking walls are” You groan and Jungkook chuckles, pressing another kiss onto your head.

“I’ll just think of it as payback for all the nights Sooyun kept me up when she was fucking Namjoon and Hoseok” You say all of a sudden and Jungkook chokes, spluttering out words.

“I didn’t fucking need to know that! I’m going to kill Joon-hyung and Hobi-hyung” Jungkook groans and you chuckle, pressing your body closer into his. Jungkook lightly runs his hand up and down your back, drawing lazy circles into your skin and soon exhaustion begins taking over, Jungkook’s soft caresses slowly lulling you into a deep slumber.

A/N: Yo, peep my other works if you want

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