#i don't typically like action as a genre but i really enjoyed that!

[breninarthur]

monkey man was sooo good!!!

[silverwhittlingknife]

I do think it's potentially confusing, but "potentially confusing" isn't the worst thing in the world? It depends on your audience and the effect you're going for.

I had soooo many rambling thoughts about this sdfsfsdf so I put them below the cut.

Examples: some books I've read that switch between different POVs, and my takes on how confusing it is in each (Allegiant, Miracle Creek: A Novel, Ulysses)

My writing

Okay, so I have three examples I want to muse about in three different genres.

1] Allegiant: first-person, two POVs, alternating chapters. This is the third book of the Divergent series. It's an action-adventure trilogy intended for YA readers, and it switches between the POVs of two protagonists in alternating chapters and helpfully labels them at the start of each chapter. But I still found it super-confusing and wished it had only been one POV, because the stripped-down action-adventure writing style means that both the first-person narrators sounded alike to me and I kept forgetting who was doing what.

Here's one character's POV:

“My watch reads three o’clock. I’ve been here too long—long enough to make Evelyn suspicious."

Here's the other character's POV:

“Evelyn’s mocking smile twists like she has just tasted something unpleasant. She leans in close to my face, and I see for the first time how old she is."

See how they're basically ... the same?

I enjoyed the first Divergent book a lot, partly because I thought the author handled the stripped-down writing style really well. The heroine has enough personality to connect with the reader, but she's also bare-bones enough to make it easy to follow along with the action. But this writing style - which is great with one narrator! - is IMO a terrible match for two narrators.

2] Miracle Creek: A Novel: third-person limited, multiple POVs, alternating chapters. Miracle Creek is a murder mystery / courtroom drama that's probably targeting an adult literary-book-club audience. Like the Divergent book, it trades off between multiple narrators and introduces each new chapter with their names. Here, though, it works great. Every narrator has a very distinct voice; they all know different information and they're all concealing things.

Here's one character in the courtroom, aware that people are looking at her:

She'd expected anger, but they smiled as she walked by, and she had to remind herself that she was a victim here. She was not the defendant, not the one they blamed for the explosion that killed two patients. She told herself what Pak told her every day—their absence from the barn that night didn't cause the fire, and he couldn't have prevented the explosion even if he'd stayed with the patients—and tried to smile back. Their support was a good thing. She knew that. But it felt undeserved, wrong, like a prize won by cheating, and instead of buoying her, it weighed her down with worry that God would see and correct the injustice, make her pay for her lies some other way.

Here's another character in the courtroom, aware that people are looking at him:

He would've given anything not to be here today. Maybe not his entire right arm, but certainly one of its three remaining fingers. He was already a freak with missing fingers - what was one more? He did not want to see reporters, cameras flashing when he made the mistake of covering his face with his hands - he cringed, picturing how the flash would reflect off the glossy scar tissue covering the doughy clump that remained of his right hand.

I think this book is fantastically well-done. The switching POVs are never confusing - the characters sound too different - and the multiple POVs are also a deliberate part of the aesthetic effect. It's a murder mystery and you're trying to solve it; as we switch between POVs, we observe each character and their grudges and their insecurities, trying to guess from the clues what (if anything) they might be guilty of. It's not just about seeing what the characters do; it's about getting a sense of who they are and what they value.

Books often struggle with getting across images (like facial expressions) that comic books / TV / more visual media can convey effortlessly. But this kind of immersion in character POV is something that I think is really cool in novels and which is almost impossible to do in more visual media.

3] Ulysses: .... sometimes third-person limited, sometimes first-person, sometimes third-person omniscient, sometimes your-guess-is-as-good-as-mine. Ulysses switches between narrator POVs in different sections and does not label them; it's deliberately confusing. Forcing you to try to figure out what's going on in a new person's stream-of-consciousness thought is part of the aesthetic effect. IMO there's also some blurring of narrator voices sometimes. So for example here are two different parts of the same chapter of Ulysses, where the self-conscious intellectual Stephen Dedalus and the not-so-intellectual Leopold Bloom go to Bloom's house and drink some team.

Why was he doubly irritated? Because he had forgotten and because he remembered that he had reminded himself twice not to forget.

And:

What in water did Bloom, waterlover, drawer of water, watercarrier, returning to the range, admire? Its universality: its democratic equality and constancy to its nature in seeking its own level: its vastness in the ocean of Mercator’s projection: its unplumbed profundity in the Sundam trench of the Pacific exceeding 8000 fathoms: the restlessness of its waves and surface particles visiting in turn all points of its seaboard: the independence of its units

These are theoretically both from the third-person omniscient narrator who voices this section - both Bloom and Dedalus get described as if we're looking at them - but also, those two voices sound pretty different, don't they? To me, at least, it sounds like maybe the first section is getting filtered through Bloom's frustration with himself, and the second section is getting filtered through Dedalus's mocking thoughts about Bloom's enthusiasm for water.

Or maybe not! Part of the fun of Ulysses is that it's kind of a puzzle-box.

4] Me!

I'm a writer and I do have a couple WIPs where I try to switch between different perspectives, but ... honestly it's something I struggle with? Aesthetic-wise, I have a real love for the Miracle Creek style so that's what I sometimes try to write, but the thing about switching perspective is that you're putting a spotlight on your character voices - you're saying, "Hey! Look at this!" And so at least for me, I feel like I want to be very sure that those character voices are distinct if I do that. If the voices are blurring together, it's going to get confusing.

Plus, at least in fanfic, I tend to write things that are pretty stripped-down / dialogue-heavy, which - like Divergent - is a style that gives you some scope for character interiority but not a whole lot. (Whereas something like Miracle Creek has a lot of long, musing passages entirely in the characters' heads.) I think it's extra-tricky to try to switch character voice when you're already working in a minimalistic style.

tl;dr it's a cool effect, but for me "easy mode" is almost always going to be "staying within a single perspective."

thing I keep (unconsciously) doing while writing is that I sometimes mix more than one character’s POV together, not in the same sentence (thankfully) but in some of my works the perspective of the characters keeps switching back and forth between this character and the other character, and I don’t know whether or not it’s confusing to the readers? like in this one paragraph it’s written in character A’s POV. then in this next paragraph it shifts to character B’s POV. and there isn’t a direct indication that directly says ‘okay this paragraph is in character A’s POV’ so…

[bklynsboys]

The Theory on Other Halves

pairing: spencer reid x reader summary: "there's an old buddhist saying, i once read, that when you meet your soulmate, remember that the act to bring you together was 500 years in the making." genre: fluff word count: 1k author's notes: i wrote this because this particular line of spencer's is one of my absolute favorites! i think it's really beautiful how all of the people we love were meant to be in our lives since 500 years ago. and of course, as a fan of space & constellations, i had to insert it into this fic. enjoy <3

THE AIR HUNG HEAVY WITH THE AFTERMATH OF A PARTICULARLY BRUTAL CASE—TYPICAL FOR A DAY IN THE BAU. Dust specks danced in the pale slivers of moonlight filtering through the blinds. Hotch decided it'd be best to give the team a few hours to rest in the motel before heading back home. If it were up to you, you'd be back in your bed as soon as humanly possible, but rooming with the resident genius, Dr. Spencer Reid—the object of your unspoken affections—is an opportunity you wouldn't miss.

For months, the two of you have shared a silent dance of exchanged glances and shared interests. Your colleagues, particularly the girls whom you confided in, seemed to think it was mutual. Now, you sat across from each other on motel beds, a comfortable silence blanketing the room. You traced a thoughtful finger along the rim of your empty coffee cup.

"You have a constellation," he said softly, breaking the stillness.

Your gaze flicked to Spencer, then down to your arm where his hand had landed. A faint scattering of moles dotted the inside of your forearm, resembling a modicum of stars. A small smile tugged at your lips.

"Looks like Ursa Major," he mused, tracing the pattern with his finger. "Though perhaps a little worse for wear, and without the usual bright light, of course."

You chuckled, mirroring his action on your arm. There, nestled just below your elbow, was a crescent moon birthmark, a surprise you always enjoyed revealing.

"Here's another one," you offered.

He turned his hand, examining the crescent with a childlike curiosity. " It's beautiful," he said simply.

"Did you know," Spencer added softly, his voice barely a murmur, "that the ancient Greek saw Ursa Major as a bear?"

You tilted your head, surprised by the random fact. " A bear?"

A smile played on his lip. " Apparently, the constellation's asterism resembled the animal to them. Makes you wonder what they saw in the night sky that we don't."

"Well, my mom had a different take on that," you began, a fond memory surfacing. " She used to say my moon and stars meant I'd meet a space nerd someday who'd love these marks, and we'd be orbiting each other, kind of like the Earth and the sun. She was into soulmates, you see, and space."

The conversation flowed easily, a map of your bodies sketched through shared stories. You pointed to a jagged scar on your knee, the fading memory of you running around and ending up with a scrape on your knee. He, in turn, showed you the faint line on his palm, a souvenir from a particularly enthusiastic attempt at a science experiment as a child.

Your fingers trailed down the faint scar near his hairline, so faint one wouldn't notice it if they weren't looking at Spencer's face intently. "What's this from?" you asked gently.

Spencer chuckled. " You know, how I have really bad coordination?" He sighed. " I was lost in a book, I ran straight into a doorpost. My mom called me 'Crash' after that."

You squeezed his hand gently, a silent understanding passing between you. You knew how much Spencer cherished his mom, especially with her health declining. Sharing stories about her felt like a tender offering of his vulnerability.

He returned the gesture, his thumb tracing the faint outline of a mango-shaped birthmark on your back. " My mom swears it's from all the mangoes she craved while pregnant," you said with a laugh, remembering your childhood debates about the science behind birthmarks.

As the night wore on, your exploration became a conversation without words. You ended up curled up on one bed. You ran your fingers over the slight dip in his lower back, a lingering ache from a wrestling match between an unsub gone wrong. He skimmed his thumb across the freckle dusting your shoulder, a map of sun-drenched summer days.

There was no urgency, no pressure. Just a quiet appreciation for the way your bodies, like your minds, fit together, like puzzle pieces worn from being fitted together—entangled from experiences, both big and small. In the faint intimacy, you found a deeper connection, a comfort that transcended beyond just physical.

Suddenly, Spencer spoke, his voice soft. " Maybe your mom was right, you know."

"Right about what?" You murmured, head tilting at the man's question.

His gaze met yours, a thoughtful crease furrowing his brow. " About finding your soulmate," he said hesitantly. " There's an old Buddhist saying, I once read, that when you meet your soulmate, remember that the act to bring you together was 500 years in the making."

A thoughtful hum escaped your lips. " That's beautiful, Spencer," you whispered.

He continued, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, "Plato once wrote humans used to have four arms, four legs, and two faces, but Zeus split us in half as a punishment for our pride, and we were destined to walk the Earth searching for our other half."

A soft blush crept up your neck. You hadn't expected such a personal turn in the conversation.

"Plato," you murmured, surprised." The one who wasn't a big fan of the soulmate idea, right?"

Spencer's lips curved into a small smile.

"True," he admitted. "But even a brilliant mind like his couldn't deny the undeniable pull we sometimes feel towards certain people. Maybe the Greeks weren't so far off . Maybe the stars, the constellations, these little imperfections on our skin... Maybe they all tell us a story of where we belong."

His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. You found yourself captivated by the way the moonlight glinted in his eyes.

"So," you finally spoke, your voice barely a whisper, "are you saying we're destined to be wandering halves searching for the other?"

Spencer shook his head slowly, his gaze never leaving yours. "No," he said, his voice a smooth cadence. " Maybe... Maybe we already found each other."

The silence that followed was thick with unspoken sentiments. The air crackled with a tension that both terrified and exhilarated you. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat to the quiet reverberation of the night. Curled beside him, Spencer's arm draped casually across you, its weight a comforting presence, you drifted off to sleep.

A faint smile touched Spencer's lips as he listened to your soft snores. "Good night," he whispered into the darkness.

[dreamescapeswriting]

Best Kind Of Aftercare ~ BC

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

PAIRING: Chan x Fem!Reader

GENRE: established relationships, punishments, bdsm relationshio, soft dom Chan, aftercare, looking after reader whos crying, soft chan

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - August 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

The cuffs weren't too tight on you, they never were, Chan always made sure that you were okay before he went ahead with any kind of punishment that he gave to you and tonight was no different. Well, maybe a little.

You'd pushed him a little too far this time with what you'd been doing and now you were having to pay the consequences of your actions. 

"I said I was sorry." You whined out a little, struggling against the cuffs before realising you couldn't do anything with them. The only way out of this was going to be your safe word and you weren't going to use it, not when you still felt completely safe and happy with how things were going. 

"You disobeyed me, again." He growled out, his hand rubbing over your bare ass cheek before roughly slapping down against your skin filling the quiet room with a loud slapping sound and causing you to hiss out. 

"What happens to girls who disobey?" He questioned, your eyes trained on him as you followed him around the bedroom, he was naked and still hard as a rock - no thanks to you. All you'd done was pull away from him whenever he was about to cum, edging him so to speak. It was something you really enjoyed doing to Chan since it would always send him wild for you. It wasn't something you did often but you knew it was one of the things that would wind Chan up so much it would result in a punishment or in him pinning you down so he could finally finish - either way you adored the outcome.

"They get punished," You did your best to hide the smirk that was playing on your lips, if Chan knew you were enjoying this punishment then he would change it and you didn't want that. Spanking was your favourite form of being punished and you weren't about to let him change it out on you, 

"Good," He reached into the small wardrobe where you kept your toys and you kept your eyes on him, waiting to see the black riding crop the two of you would use when it came to spanking but instead your eyes widened a fraction.

"Don't look so scared now, you were the one who pushed me too far." He chuckled darkly. The previous weekend the two of you had taken a trip into the city and stumbled upon a new toy shop, you found a whole new set of toys you wanted to play with and it just so happened Chan found the perfect opportunity to use his. It was a black flogger that had come in a complete bondage set - the same one that the black cuffs you were currently sporting came from as well.

"A flogger?" You sounded nervous and that was because you were, spanking you'd done almost a million times - maybe that was dramatic - but still. You'd spanked with a paddle before, his hand and a riding crop but never a flogger, the two of you had mentioned it once or twice. It wasn't that you didn't trust Chan with it, it was just it had so many more ways to hit someone's ass than a typical spanking toy and you were a little anxious about it.

"We can try it and if you don't like it, we'll stop," Chan was never going to force you into doing something you weren't comfortable with and you knew if you said no right now all of this would stop and go away but a part of you wanted this. 

"I'm ready." You nodded moving toward the end of the bed and arching your back ever so slightly so that your ass was in the car, Chan's eyes finding yours as a smirk took over his lips.

"We're going to count to ten," He told you as he gently ran his hand over your asscheek before lifting the flogger into the air. The anticipation inside of your stomach was beginning to make you feel a little sick but you braced yourself for this, you could do this. Spanking was something you'd always found enjoyable and you saw no reason for it to change now. 

The first time it came into contact with your skin wasn't so bad but you'd whimpered, pulling against the cuffs on your hands and letting out a strangle whine.

"Fuck," You whispered into the sheets, It was hurting a lot more than you thought it was going to but you wanted to keep going.

"Count," Chan ordered in a deeper tone of voice, your head spinning at just how hot he sounded. 

"One," You mumbled, looking over your shoulder at him and watching as he brought the flogger down harder and faster this time. Hot tears sprang to your eyes and you felt them rolling down your face,

"I said count!" He yelled out rather harshly, you took in a deep breath and whimpered as you tried to get your mind to focus on the task at hand. 

"Two!" This time when Chan raised the flogger you thrashed around and moved away from him,

"DON'T! PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T!" You screamed out trying to move around on the bed but panic began to set in as you realised you were trapped right now and had no chance of getting away from him,

"RED!" You added on, whimpering over and over again. As soon as the safe word reached his ears the flogger was dropped onto the floor and the cuffs were released using their emergency release. You scrambled away from Chan, curling up into yourself at the head of the bed as he watched you closely. 

"Deep breaths baby," He whispered to you, showing you his deep breathing so that you would follow along with him. Your eyes found his as you tried to focus on him being there with you, he wasn't the dominant CHan anymore he was the soft and gentle dom with you,

"I'll grab the creams, you going to be okay?" He questioned as you quickly nodded your head at him and watched as he left the room to go into the bathroom. Your heart was racing as you tried to do your deep breathing, your eyes slowly shutting as you pulled the silk sheets up and around your body.

When Chan returned he found you lying on your stomach, tears rolling down your cheeks as he slowly sank down onto the bed beside you.

"Do you want me to apply the cream?" You already knew which cream he was talking about You nodded, not being able to bring yourself to actually speak just yet. You didn't trust yourself not to start sobbing, 

"I'm going to touch you now," He whispered, wanting you to know everything he was going to do before he did it so as to not scare you in any way. The cream he was using was something you used after every spanking session, it was a cocoa cream and some aloe vera to help try and reduce any swelling that was going to happen.

"Ice packs?" You stuttered out when you noticed them sitting beside his lap on the bed.

"I was reading they can be good after using a flogger." He looked at you with a sad smile and he went back to carefully massaging in the cream before placing the ice packs onto each of your cheeks causing you to hiss out.

"I'm so sorry Yn." He whispered as he lay beside you, your eyebrows forming a frown as you stared at him. Why was he sorry? You were the one that felt sorry since you hadn't managed to make it through the punishment?

"Why? I should be sorry, I couldn't do it for you." You looked down at your hands but Chan instantly took your face into his hands and turned your head to look at him.

"You have NOTHING to be sorry for," He told you as he continued to hold onto you, shaking his head. 

"You should never feel sorry for not being able to do something. You tried, you didn't like it and that's fine. Please don't be sorry," He begged you, kissing your cheek softly as tears continued to roll down your cheeks,

"I shouldn't have sprung this on you, I should have spoken to you more about it and waited until we were both ready." You nodded at him with agreement and he smiled weakly, 

"Stay with the ice, I'll run you a cool bath and we can spend the night doing whatever you want?" He suggested making you smile weakly and nodding at him. Chan was a hard dom when the time called for it but he was also a soft dom with the best kind of aftercare that there was for you. It was specialised for the two of you since it wasn't just the one being punished that needed aftercare sometimes.

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[tsukimefuku]

The broken idealist: Higuruma Hiromi

SatoSugu is canon and I can prove it

.˳·˖ HIGURUMA SENSEI +18! (fluff, romance, comedy, smut) mlist | higuruma hiromi, a brilliant professor who teaches Criminal Law and Criminal Procedure Law, is known among students and other faculty members for being a little... peculiar. Since you dream of becoming a criminal lawyer, you'll definitely have to endure his antics for a while - but, considering the odd charm he has, maybe it won't be as hard as you expected.

.˳·˖ JUJUTSU PARTNERS CANON DIVERGENCE AU +18! (multi-genre) mlist | collection of stories. canon divergent alternate universe where reader is a jujutsu sorcerer that ends up working for jujutsu high alongside nanami kento and higuruma hiromi.

.˳·˖ THE WORLD IS A WINDMILL (angst) mlist | a series of short drabbles (semi character studies) of jjk characters (yuuji, nobara, nanami and higuruma) based off of the song “o mundo é um moinho” from the brazilian musician and poet, cartola. 🇧🇷

.˳·˖ SAND AND SNOW (murder/mystery, action, canon typical violence) mlist | in the past few weeks, there have been multiple deaths in Odate city. Nanami Kento, a first-grade sorcerer, is dispatched to investigate the snowy city, unaware that this would be his final mission as a Jujutsu High’s student.

.˳·˖ NANAMI KENTO

4:00 A.M. (angst): nanami is your ex and calls you just before dawn to hear your voice.

Voice kink +18! (smut): suggestive drabble thanks to kenjiro tsuda’s voice and the chokehold it has on me.

Voice kink the reckoning +18! (smut): sequel to voice kink, in which nanami keeps teasing you even in the throes of it.

Blunt trauma (villain!nanami) +18! (angst, canon typical violence, smut): your mission is to execute a curse user. the issue? said curse user is nanami kento, your former high school classmate and the man who you still secretly love.

Be good for me and… +18! (smut): smutty office drabble, prompt based.

3rd of July (fluff, comedy, suggestive): you surprise Nanami on his birthday after some undeserved teasing. collab work.

Scarred Nanami head canons (fluff, comfort, smut): Nanami has you on his side to deal with the aftermath of Shibuya.

◇─◇──◇─◇

.˳·˖ HIGURUMA HIROMI

Whimperer +18! (fluff, suggestive): you wondered why hiromi always seemed to not be enjoying himself fully in bed, and the answer is definitely not something you expected.

de-stressing the lawyer +18! (smut) - your husband hiromi is pretty stressed, so you decide to help him out by giving him head under his desk.

In another life (angst) - what if reader met higuruma briefly before the culling games.

drowsy proposal (fluff) - silly fluffy drabble with sleepy higu.

kintsugi (fluff) - Higuruma, former lawyer, curse user, and reformed jujutsu sorcerer tries to make sense of what his life has become after the war is finally over.

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.˳·˖ HIGUNANA X READER

jujutsu sorcery, and how the legacy stays alive +18! (fluff, suggestive) - a take on what would happen if the throuple's daughter wanted to become a jujutsu sorcerer.

Daddies (fluff) - hiromi is trying to feed his infant daughter, but failed to realize no one can really reason their way out with babies.

Stop teasing +18! (smut) - You and Nanami decide to edge Hiromi to the verge of tears. Prompt based.

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.˳·˖ KUSAKABE ATSUYA

lollipop kiss (fluff, comedy) - your workplace crush, kusakabe, is pretty dense when it comes to romance, so you try to ease things out with a bag of lollipops.

oh, you like that? +18! (smut) - smutty prompt drabble with hair pulling and soft dom kusa.

.˳·˖ NANAMI KENTO

Love language (fluff)

Kitchen fluff (fluff)

Scarred Nanami head canons (fluff, comfort, smut)

Babysitting (fluff)

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.˳·˖ HIGURUMA HIROMI

don't cry, my love (fluff)

all by tsukimefuku ㋡ comments and reblogs are appreciated. do not copy, translate or repost.

[ctrlsht]

I want to request a ff. can you make yandere CEO sugar daddy jungkook ff? if you are accepting my request then please don't make yn the typical humble sweet innocent girl who gots herself into that situation just because her dear mom or grandma is on verge of dying and she doesn't have any money so she took that path to save them. no please make her character different. Like a spoiled brat and arrogant girl who wanna have lavish life and power forever and takes advantage of the fact of having powerful handsome most sought after man on her side. kinda gold digger type but not really since she doesn't want to leave him and she actually enjoys his obsession/yandereness until it gets too much. I want to actually see kinda negative female lead than typical positive character? Doesn't really have to be negative just bitchy kinda toxic demanding clingy character etc.

Btw i loved your ffs who is in control and seat of power. I hope you keep making more yandere Jungkook ffs in future. I hope to see more of your ffs in future. You have already become one of my fav author in Tumblr 🩷

Don’t Blame Me | sugar daddy!jungkook one-shot au teaser

pairing: sd!jungkook x reader genre: one-shot & yandere au

summary: You can have everything you want and need as long as you have Jeon Jungkook by your side. You were enjoying everything that Jungkook gives you and as long as you obey him. You’re sure to yourself that you will never fail him but he was the one who failed you. Everything is fine until he gets too much. 

content  & warnings: sugar daddy & ceo jk, college reader, manipulative behavior, unhealthy behavior, possessive & obsessive jk, yandere, bitchy reader, jk sabotaging reader’s career

date of release: June 12, 2023 | evening (KST)

Preview:

“Baby.” Is the first thing he said after a long silence between the two of you.

“A-are you… Mad?” He asked in his low and soft voice like he really sounded guilty from what he just did. 

“What was that, Jungkook?” You finally spoke and annoyance is evident in your voice. 

“Baby, I’m sorry. I just want us to have our dinner because we haven’t done it for weeks already.” His voice was still low and soft just like a child that was scrolled by his mom. 

He doesn’t like it when you’re mad. It rarely happens but when you did, he felt like he did really something terrible for you to get this angry. 

“It was our due date this week, Jungkook and we’re not yet done with our paper. We still have a lot of things to do and I don’t understand why you can’t understand it.” 

He’s getting anxious with how your voice sounds. You’re so pissed and he immediately regrets the actions he just did. 

You sound like you hate him now and that you regret being with him. It’s like any minute, you would open your door and leave him alone. 

By just thinking about it makes him crazy. 

He held your hands and placed them on his lips and you can feel his hands shaking.

“Y/N baby I’m sorry! I’ll promise that I’ll be the one to finish all your works I swear. You already knew that those things are only a piece of cake for me and I can finish that in no time I promise!” He speaks so fast and you feel his anxiousness within his shaking voice and hands. 

“I acted without thinking. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” He added as he intertwined his fingers with yours and his lips touched the back of your hand.

He’s too scared that he has to feel you right now in order to calm his nerves because when he doesn't, you might drift away from him. 

“But seriously, Jungkook. What was that?” You asked after a long silence. 

The more that you call him by his name, the more anxious he gets because you don’t call him only by his name. 

“When I read your message—

“I thought you didn’t read them?” He looked at you in your eyes and he bites his lips. 

“I lied. I’m sorry.” He admits and you become more confused with his actions. You don’t understand what’s with him. 

“Baby, I'm uneasy and I felt that something is not right and I saw your location and I saw the guy and I don’t know, I feel like my heart will explode! Babe, I can’t sit well because you’ve been declining my invites multiple times and I don’t know what’s happening and I’m overthinking things.”

Even though he talks too fast, you understand where he’s coming from. You’ve seen this before and you know the reason why this is happening.

“So you thought that I ditched you for Yuan?” You asked, trying to hide your smile. 

“Who’s Yuan?” When he asked that, you immediately cracked up.

“Baby, who’s Yuan?” He asked once again.

“The guy I’m with. Jungkook, what the heck!” You can’t take it as you laugh so hard. 

“Babe, why are you—

“You’re getting jealous of someone you forgot! Who’s not going to laugh at that?” You speak in between your laughs. 

Your laughs continued until you realized that he doesn’t find the situation funny. Your laugh slowly fades when you see how serious he is. 

“I was just kidding! Why so serious, Ggukie?” You spoke and you clung to his arm. You still find the situation funny and you tried your best not to laugh since he’s being serious.

After  a few moments, he spoke. 

“Did you really… Ditch me?” He asked in his low and soft voice and you instantly looked at him in horror while you shook your head.

“Of course not! Why would I do that?” You respond in defense. He looked at your eyes trying to see the sincerity of your words but he’s having a hard time finding it. He looked away as he looked down and you took a deep breath.

“Babe, look at me.” You caressed his face as you moved his head to look at you. His eyes glow in the dark and you love how pleading his eyes look. 

“I understand where you’re coming from but believe me when I say that whenever I decline your invites is because I really do have to finish something. Babe, you know how I value my academics and I am aiming for a latin honor. You know that right?” You brushed your thumb off his cheek and he closed his eyes to feel your touch. 

“And Yuan? He’s just a research partner and nothing else. And please, don’t be insecure because of him. He’s nothing compared to you. And I don’t like him either.” You lean forward to kiss his forehead. 

“Don’t you ever think that I would ever like him because it’s a fucking insult. I have a standard, babe and he didn’t even meet the 1% of my standard.” You spoke in a demeaning tone before you pushed your back at the backrest. 

a/n: This is the first time that I received a ff request and tbh, I was kinda nervous because I might not meet the expectation of the person who requested it. I write everything based on what the ff requester wants and hopefully, I did it right! It was hard for me to go out of my comfort zone when it comes to writing (what I mean is writing a ff that wasn’t me who plotted it) but I realized, why not try it? To the one who requested this, I hope you’ll like it! 

[xanticore]

Can you do a Lars ulrich fic where the reader is part of it can you do a dominant submissive relationship kinks where Lars is dominant and the girl or whoever is a submissive also the as well smut??

Back in 1984 in the hotel room???

I hope you enjoy anon! I don't like going straight into smut so yeah..it's a bit slow in the beginning but it gets juicy. promise.

“𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓’’

Genre: Smut

Setting: Summer of 1984 ,, New York

Warnings: Slight usage of the daddy kink (Lars gets so surprised by it) P in V, oral f receiving, pet names, and sailor mouth from Lars.

Summary: The band had finished their recording for ride the lighting. They all agreed to celebrate by hanging out at a club- getting drunk and hopefully be able to take a girl back to a hotel. Lately Lars hasn't had great experiences with the recent groupies he was with. None of them really fit his sex appeal. That all had changed when he saw a girl smoking alone.

"You gotta be fucking with me!" I blurted out before putting the phone back on the hook. A fan that goes by 'Lola' told me I'm an asshole. Maybe she's right. Only because I couldn't take how fucking horrible she was in bed. It really wasn't that great. I felt utter boredom with that chick.

"Was that Lola?" Kirk said in a teasing tone. I just huffed and rolled my eyes. "Of course it was. apparently I wasn't making her feel good, well tough world we live in because I didn't nut myself. Now we both can't have our way." I heard the other members let out a chuckle and it only made me more ticked.

For some reason, I could never find the fun girls like the others. They always had exciting fucking stories to tell about their night. Me, sometimes I either sleep alone or try to have fun with a girl that I bring back. Nobody was into anything I was. They just laid there and took it.

Im fucking 21! and I start my sex life completely shit. It's like I'm having sex with someone's grandma. Like Gross. I want some action. More interaction at least with a girl. I just wanna have fun till I can't anymore.

"Well, We did decide to hit up a club in downtown Manhattan. Maybe you'll find your girl there~" Cliff said giving me a wink. I forgot that quick we were in New York fucking city. "Oh yeah, New Yorker girls are totally hot too. Maybe you'll find that babe you're looking for." James added on.

I was now stoked for tonight. As the youngest in the band, I wanna try and have a good time and able to tell them stories. Stories that they can possibly relate to.

After being out all day, I took a quick nap in my room so I could have some energy for the rest of the night. I wanted to at least look presentable-but then got a reality check. Its a club filled with late teenagers and early twenty year olds. I just threw on a random band shirt with some black ripped jeans and some Nikes. I sprayed some cologne observing myself in the mirror.

"Come on Lars...you got this. Totally got this. We're gonna have fun and enjoy ourselves."

I talked with myself to give me some self confidence. I was full of it. Overly optimistic. I headed down to the hotel lobby where I was the last one to arrive. We had a personal driver that drove us to the top club strip of manhattan. The city lights of the ads and neon advertisements filled the night sky. It had my eyes 'glimmering' as Kirk would say.

We decided to walk along the strip instead, thanking our driver. "We'll take a cab back~" I said reassuring the driver. I saw him nod and left the van. The night life was now and all the adults were out in their club outfits walking along the sidewalk. It really had my heart racing in anticipation on how I'll end my night. Will it be good? or bad. Find out in the next episode of Lars' questionable sex life.

"Jeez, theres so many clubs. Should we just go to a typical twenty-one plus?" Kirk asked looking carefully at the signes that were out. It was different prices of alcoholic drinks during happy hour if you joind this club or that club. "No- Lets go to The Phantom." I said pointing at the bright purple neon sign. The club had a line literally wrapped around the corner of waiting club goers to get inside.

"Uhh. do you know that the Phantom is for...big shots?" Cliff asked as if he was confused.

"Uhh?? yeah. Thats why I said we should go there. Come on, I think we're big enough of a shot to party with the top class people." I said borderline excitedly, but still kept my cool.

"Ok but, we didn't even dress the part?" Kirk and James added in unison. I just sighed.

"Who gives a shit? Like come on it's a club. its gonna be dark. No one is gonna care about what we wear. Now get your asses over there."

Surprise surprise, there were people who recognized us. We did have shows in New York but it was nothing too extravagant. We were escorted to the front, showed our IDs and were in like a blink of an eye. "I guess you're right larsy~"

I just smirked at Cliff's comment. The music was pumping through its speakers and the flashing club lights were going in random directions. Everyone, dancing; and Kirk was the first one to get dragged out onto the dance floor with a girl. Cliff and James also had a pair come up to them, making me alone.

I just chuckled awkwardly looking around for somewhere to sit. All the seats at the bar was taken so that was out the picture. I didn't really care for sitting right now but I did want a drink in hand as I danced. I ordered myself a bottle of beer, taking it with me to the dance floor. Everyone had their partners but I didn't mind dancing alone having the occasional girls come and go.

Eight songs had passed already and my beer was halfway gone. I wasn't drunk but I desperately need another one to keep me occupied when i'm alone. I pushed my way through the sweaty crowd and back to the same bar. I gestured the bartender for another bottle and gave them a five dollar bill. I scanned the room to see my band mates with girls they found. I was a bit jealous to say the least.

James had two girls on him.

Cliff sharing a smoke with some biker chick.

Kirk was full on making out with someone at a vip table.

Me...at a bar on my second beer bottle with no action. It was time to mingle. I looked around for girls but every girl I saw just reminded me of fucking Lola. All the girls were just copy paste. Just when I was about to give up an leave, I see a girl alone at one of the vip tables. She was alone smoking a cigarette and drinking her drink.

Her hair was jet black and I couldn't tell what she was wearing from where I was standing. She looked hot from a far- could she be hot upclose?

I walked up towards her table- casually passing by Kirk who was still kissing mind you. I sat my beer bottle on the table causing a reaction out of her. "May I sit here?"

I asked politely..oh and by the way- she was totally my type of girl. She gave a gesture and I got in sitting across from her. "You know VIP only right?" Fuck, her voice was deep. "Yeah. What you don't think im an important person?"

"You're from Metallica aren't you?"

"I am sweetheart."

I saw her smile when I answered. She looked so shy and I couldn't really make out what she wanted. I kinda dig it. It was something new from a girl that I just met. "Well~ are you a fan- oop...speak of the devil hmm?" I asked her and just in the nick of time, one of our songs started playing.

"I'm a huge fan actually.." She confesses; tapping the cigarette ashes in the ash tray. Just by looking at her and her body language, I could tell she wasn't a groupie. She wasn't quick to ask anything about my wealth or even anything sexual. She was a genuine fan.

She made many first moves, by that I mean questions. Given her shy and quiet nature, she asked very interesting questions about the music and what's it like being famous. I never took the time to even think to myself about these things. With every questioned asked; I answered with full potential.

Being in the vip section of the club, waiters would come and go with drinks. She would get something fruity while I only had my beer. Luckily for this spot, I didn't have to pay.

"Excuse me sweetheart, I forgot to ask you your name."

"it's (name)"

"(name)? such a pretty name you got there baby. Care to join me on the dance floor?"

I gave her a wink before getting up from the booth. I walked towards her side pulling my hand out waiting for her to grab it. Her hands are so soft and pretty. Her nails were painted in a baby blue and a mood ring on her ring finger. When stood up I was almost towered. I was able to look her up and down and oh my god, she was so beautiful. From her height, her mannerisms, her features of her face-she seemed too unreal.

I manned up and guided her towards the glowing floor. It was a different song now. When Doves Cry by Prince was playing and I could clearly see little miss was a fan of him as well. All she needed was a couple more sips of her drink and baby was good to go. I watched as she mouthed the lyrics turning her back against me. I grabbed her hips helping her keep the rhythm.

I drunk a little bit more of my beer and carelessly threw it somewhere off the floor. Both of my hands touching her. She turned back around and her face was a soft color tint. We were both slightly drunk but still was able to recognize what was going on in our surroundings. I couldn't help but lay a kiss on those pretty plump lips.

It was a real pleasure feeling her kiss back. It was expected. I let her pull away and letting her continue dancing. She was teasing me and damn it I wanted her...

So i got her

The taxi ride back to my hotel felt like it was going on for hours. I opened the door to my room, I had her back against the door. I picked her up letting her legs wrapped around my waist. Our kiss was sloppy and desperate, no order was necessary.

We struggled to get our clothes off once we made it to the bedroom. I laid her down gently before taking my shirt off and letting her take off any piece of clothing she desired. She didn't have a bra on so her chest was immediately exposed to the cold air.

My lips around her hardened nipples as my other free went along to squeeze and grope her. She hummed and I enjoyed the reaction out of her but sadly it wasn't enough to my standards. I went up to her neck licking and biting the sensitive area that didn't take me long to figure out. My hands went down to her legs opening them, helping her slide her lace panties down.

I pulled away to see her now raw, naked body. She was fucking beautiful. She even had some tattoos, and a belly peircing. Fuck. My next move was to eat her alive. I saw her exposed pussy and couldn't help but smirk how wet she was. "You're glistening babydoll" I said slowly lowering myself down. My eyes locked with hers and she was shy at the fact of how I explained how needy she was. It was so fucking cute.

I let my tongue gently rub against her clit and the moans she made was what I was looking for. I continued confidently eating her out, making sure I tasted every drop of her wetness.

Hearing her whine and her fingers getting tangled in my hair was sending me into a frenzy. My jeans getting too fucking tight to handle but I was too busy to even care. All my focuse was on her and her only. Her moans were loud and desperate. Just how I like it.

Her back arches as she pushed my head further into her and of course-i didn't mind that at all. I tongued and finger fucked her hole, letting my other fingers slowly rub against her wet folds. She tasted like sweet sugar; something I never experienced before. I could tell she was close by her breathing patterns. I stopped causing her to groan in annoyance. "I wanna have some fun too~" I cooed lifting my head up to caress her cheek.

I took off my jeans and right when I was lining up to her hole, I had no condom. Fuck, I forgot to buy some earlier. I took a deep sigh smiling at her. "You don't mind me going raw do you babydoll?"

"I don't mind~"

I grinned and slowly pushed inside her. We both let out a sigh of relief feeling each other in intimacy. "Feels good baby?"

I asked. She hummed and that was my go to-to start thrusting. I found a rhythm but didn't necessarily followed it as my pace became desperate when I started to get used to feeling her. She was a moaning mess and her whimpers only made it better. I couldn't help but go a little harder on her.

"Daddy...it feels so good-"

My heart literally did at least two somersaults. I wasn't expecting her to pull that kink card on me and fuck I liked it alot. A little too much. "Oh yeah??" I smirked. I leaned down to kiss her on her neck, biting every possible place that I haven't touched yet. I moved my hand down to rub her clit in circles wanting her to be extra stimulated.

"FUCK..Don't stop please..." She cried out. I just chuckled.

"I had no plans to darlin." I responded, reassuring her. I pulled back and had my hand around her neck choking her. She was the first girl to even let me do this. Her eyes were turning red as it was starting to water. She looked so helpless..so submissive...it turned me on so fucking much. I was nearly close.

"Im gonna...cum...."

"Me too darlin...cum for me..cum for daddy yeah?" I continued to pound into her, the room filled with the sounds of our moans and skin on skin contact. "Fuck.." I quickly pull out and start to stroke myself. I released all of my cum on her stomach just in time. I fell down right beside her as we both tried to relax after coming down from our high.

I turn over to her and saw she was already asleep. It was a perfect opportunity to clean her up and let her rest through the night with me.

The next day

I was woken up by an empty spot in the bed. I frowned but it was flipped when I saw her note on the night stand.

Thank you for last night, I had fun. Sorry I couldn't stay until you woke up though, I had to meet back up with some friends. But here's my number if you still wanna keep contact *** **** - (Name) xoxo

I couldn't believe it, she gave me her number. My heart was honestly beating against my chest hard already.

It was time to head back home and of course, the last person to arrive. The others looked pretty bummed. "Good morning everyone...why the long faces?" I asked in concern. They just sighed. "I didn't get no action, nor sleep because all I heard was you and that girl" Kirk said as he had his arms crossed.

Lars couldn't help but blush out of embarrassment at the last part, but at the same time-couldn't help but laugh. "Seems like I'm the only one that got action huh? oh boy do I have a story to tell~"

a/n : Im still getting the hang of writing smut so please be kind!!!

dividers: cr to owners

[thunderg]

Wildest Dreams | Min Yoongi x Reader

a/n: Hi! if you enjoy it, please like it, reblog it and comment, this helps me to keep going <3

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Acting au, Forbidden Love.

Warning: Mention of Violence, "Cheating" (from Yoongi)

Wc: 1068

Yoongi looked through the crowd of people looking for them, he knew it was stupid to do so, that whatever had happened between the two of them should have been something from that moment, but his stupid heart hadn't absorbed it the way he wanted it to, he wanted to see the redhead so badly that he could already feel his hands trembling at not being able to find her.

"Is something wrong, honey?" Minah, his girlfriend looked at him with ‘concern’, she knew that the last thing she felt at that moment was interest in what he felt, she could see through that mask, she was only interested in him not embarrassing her in front of all the people and the press.

"No, it's alright, don't worry" he denied, trying not to look at her too much, just seeing her made him sick, he knew she was with him for the fame and money he could give her, but no doubt he thought it was pathetic how far she could go.

It was clear that he was trying to imitate the girl who had stolen his heart so abruptly in his last film, he had red hair and green contact lenses, even his clothes tried to resemble her as much as possible, but of course he looked like a cheap imitation to Minah, even with the most expensive clothes in the shop.

She pulled him towards a reporter, eager to brag about her boyfriend and how 'beautiful' she looked that night, she almost rolled her eyes at his action, she didn't even remember why he was still with her, maybe it was a habit? She didn't know, and the truth was, she didn't even want to think about it.

"How are you feeling on this beautiful night?"  the man asked, holding his microphone close to their faces.

Without even being able to process it, he replied "I feel like throwing up" eliciting an uncomfortable laugh from the reporter, for this was partly what he had become famous for, his terrible honesty, as the girl next to him would describe it.

He bit his lip, holding back a whimper of pain, Minah had never been one to show her displeasure gently, she always did the same thing, pinching him with those long plastic nails she wore, her skin so sensitive that when she left a party he could see little bruises on her arms.

"I'm sorry" The girl laughed "He's a bit nervous tonight"

"That's understandable, I understand this would be your biggest production so far, right?" Yoongi could only feel sorry for the poor man, he didn't feel like answering the typical questions.

He nodded slightly and turned to leave, "Oh, Miss Y/LN has arrived" Finally, the reporter said something interesting.

He looked out, there she was, getting out of a limousine, looking so beautiful that he felt like he was going to lose his breath, he longed for the days when he could hold her in his arms without fear of anyone seeing them, he missed those little freckles that adorned her cheeks, he wished he could go back to that time when he could kiss her as much as he wanted.

These months at her side had been the happiest moments of his life, he didn't care if it was a beautiful place or if he was supposed to be 'professional', all this structure bored him, he had more than once talked about how being an actor had never really been his dream, he had wanted so much to hide from the public eye that in circumstances like these he felt like a hypocrite.

But when he met her, he couldn't even remember the awkwardness of the situation, in fact, with her he felt capable of everything he hated or feared, with her by his side he felt seen, as if his presence in the world finally had a purpose, he was no longer destined to wander the world in search of his destiny, but of course all good things must come to an end.

He still remembered the last words she had said to him in the hotel room they shared, “I bet these moments together will haunt you, you'll remember me in your wildest dreams', at the time he hadn't wanted to accept it”, but she was damn right, he couldn't go through a single night without dreaming of her in his arms, tangled in the sheets of his room as the light of the sunset illuminated them.

Without caring about anything else, he approached her and held out his hand, the surprise in Y/N's eyes could not go unnoticed, she pulled herself together as fast as she could, Yoongi almost groaned at the feel of her skin against his, he had missed her so much.

"You know everyone is watching us, don't you? " She commented nervously, she knew he didn't care about the rest, but she did care about him, about how bad he might feel reading the snide remarks that would come out when he saw her like this.

"Stop thinking about them and concentrate on me" Yoongi cupped her chin gently, resisting the urge to lean in and kiss her again, he had become addicted to her.

For a second he allowed himself to get lost in her gaze, she was doing things to him he never thought possible, shit, he felt like a teenager again, his hands were sweaty and his heart was racing, nervous to be with the girl he liked, he swallowed, the last thing he needed at this moment was to be portrayed with an embarrassing blush on his cheeks.

"It is impossible not to" she whispered, staring at him, stroking his jaw gently, almost as if he were an illusion created by her mind.

He brought his hand to her lips and kissed her with all the affection reserved only for her, it was more than clear that the kiss they both longed for would have to wait a little longer, but to see her again, to feel her skin against his, that waiting no longer seemed so tedious and pointless, He, Min Yoongi, was the luckiest man, he could say that he had the most beautiful woman in the world by his side, and maybe if they gave him a little more time, he would soon say that he had the most beautiful girlfriend in the world, the best? At last they belonged together, that was their destiny. 

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✒️ writer interview tag

tagged by @dustdeepsea — tysm, this was great fun! read their answers here and mine, if you like, beneath the cut ✨

When did you start writing?

early 2023 was my first foray into writing actual fiction. prior to that i'd done an embarrassing amount of roleplaying many years ago, which i shall speak on no further, but it did form the basis for a lot of my writing now!

once upon a time, i seriously entertained the idea of an MFA in screenwriting, but went on to pursue something even stupider for grad school 👍

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

honestly everything i enjoy reading gets smuggled into my writing in some form or another!

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

there are like 26 different writers where i wish to take bits and pieces of their style, send it all into a meat grinder, and press the gunk into sausage casings to be dipped in batter and deep fried. ideally i want my writing to hit like wagyu beef that's been corrupted into a county fair corn dog. but no i'm not sure i've ever been compared to another writer! that would fuck my shit up truly (in a good way)

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

typically curled up on my couch, because the ergonomic status of my home office setup is terrible — potentially lethal. sometimes i stay late at my not-home office, hidden away in a dark conference room, but that's usually only if i'm on a self-imposed deadline (i.e. i've started posting a WIP)

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

the spark that gets me to write is usually some kind of Dynamic that i want to explore so i do a lot of noodling upon situations and then figuring out how to get there. and by situations i mean smut

also, writing bits of dialogue, even if i don't know the context yet. it gets a character's voice and mannerisms in my head, and gives me a little grain to start building on

sadly, going on a hike and/or reading a really good book are both very effective and by far the most time consuming

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

longing, isolation, identity, the difference between the person you'd like to be and the person you are, strained/dysfunctional family relationships, wrong person right time, hope, blowjobs, self-deception, california, fucking your way through it, guilt, social class, mommy issues, mono no aware, oral fingering, etc; they don't surprise me anymore but the first time i finished a long fic and took a step back i was like "ohh haha Damn"

What is your reason for writing?

i am horny, sad n silly

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

all forms of feedback are so touching! i think much of what i write is pretty niche, so simply knowing someone has read my stuff gets me pumped. a big essay of a comment is like receiving a love letter, and comments that are just an emoji are like someone's tucked a little note in my lunchbox, and both are incredibly nourishing to me. as far as motivation, though, anything that implies someone is looking forward to reading more is the surest way to light a fire under my people-pleasing ass

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

affable wretch, trickster, wine aunt

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

i'm not sure any one thing stands out: i believe i'm pretty good in a few areas (dialogue, sensory detail, characterization) and notably lacking in others (action, "plot," pacing, not getting high on my own supply)… okay i'll stop being an asshole though and say my strength is in "delivering on a mood," if that is a thing

How do you feel about your own writing?

generally good. for one, i'm proud of myself for ever finishing and posting anything, because following through on shit isn't something i'm renown for. i tend to hate everything i write after i've gotten some distance from it, but i think that's normal? right? i'm new at it and it's all for fun so i try to be gracious with myself, with mixed success, because beneath my goofy exterior i do take everything too seriously

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

mostly for myself; i do abstractly ask "would someone who isn't me enjoy this?" and never quite know the answer. like most humans i crave external validation and connection, but like a cactus i can survive on just a lil rainfall 🌵

tagging w/no pressure (but with my best barbara walters impression) @corpocyborg @ghostoffuturespast @merge-conflict @streetkid-named-desire @writing-for-soup

[centrally-unplanned]

I'm curious, how do you feel about harem tropes in anime and vns as a straight (for now, we will get you one day!!!) poly dude? Does the "genre" hold any appeal to you, and are there any standouts you would point to to say "yeah they really nailed what I like here"?

Look someone has to be a straight guy on here, affirmative action to ensure we get a diverse community! Overall I think they are fine as a concept - essentially harem is too "basic" to have like any one opinion on it, right? It can take on a million different forms, some will work and some don't.

For me most of the time they don't work, primarily because the typical deployment is in some weird asexual abeyance state where the protagonist has a dozen girls who are into him but they never cross the threshold. It is essentially a piece of media with no progression that substitutes in lateral quantity of girls for interesting narrative. Even this can work though, if the work is a sufficiently silly or weird sex comedy - those don't need any progression, right, the fun is in the jokes. The key for me is to make the lack of progression actually part of the humor. Few land this honestly, but while I am cheating because here the MC *does* date all the girls, The 100 Girlfriends Who Really Really Love You is a good example - he has to date all the girls or THEY DIE because God fucked up their destinies. Totally stupid, great premise for a comedy. Or My Next Life as a Villainess, where the heroine is isekai'd into an otome is obsessed with not being murdered like in the game, so fails to realize that she has dodged that bullet so successfully everyone wants to bone her (that show isn't good for its own reasons alas).

The other path is the "ancillary" harem, where the story has some other primary plot going on, fantasy wizard war or w/e, but the main character also has 4 hotties in the crew who are in various degrees of thirst over him. Normally still dumb ofc but this is less offensive because it isn't the main story, so it can have more logic. Additionally, you can use their role in the main story to make them cool/attractive, such that you have more investment with them. "I want to date you" is not a great pitch for why someone would want to date you, after all. Still, it is all better if you get like Mushoku Tensei and actually date them, since then you can have very interesting multiple-relationship arcs that intersect the main story. At the rare peaks this is authentically great, and never seen in TV outside of anime.

Visual Novels, funnily enough, are not that commonly harem! Because of split-routes you set up the harem "premise" at the beginning, but then you "choose a route" and the other girls fade away and it becomes a mono romance. Obviously they do exist, but VNs just typically have other genre conventions - and the ones that do exist I just tend to have not played. Maybe some out there do cool harem stuff! I am open to recs.

Being poly honestly effects this very little, because most harem anime just isn't poly. It is too far divorced from any level of "poly rep" for my own life experiences or w/e to come up beyond the occasional joke. Which makes sense - the audience isn't poly! Very similar to how the average yaoi is made for women, not gay men. And just like gay men enjoying yaoi, I can still enjoy a good harem even if it isn't For Me in that way.

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I am adoring all of these polls and gif sets and just being fed so many hot vintage people. As someone who really hasn’t watched very many classics, are there any movies you’d recommend for someone just starting to dip their toes in older media but unsure where to start?

Sure! I don't want to sway any voting, but I'll put an incomplete list of favorites that involve hot men not still in the bracket below the cut.

Something to note that applies to most of these old movies—older movies have different pacing than modern movies, so some of these might seem really slow or weird to start. There are also different ways of framing gender and agency, for better and for worse. I've italicized the ones that I think are the best for starting with, but go with whatever genre/aesthetic sounds best.

The Court Jester (Danny Kaye, Basil Rathbone)—a circus performer working for a quasi-Robin Hood infiltrates the royal court. Fun comedy that's incredibly accessible and still so light on its feet. Swordfighting, glamorous medieval costumes, court intrigues, and silly accents.

Singin' in the Rain (Gene Kelly)—fun polyamorous musical comedy. The dancing is incredible, but so is the sense of joy and camaraderie between Gene Kelly, Donald O'Connor, and Debbie Reynolds. Genuinely captures the feeling of hanging out with your best friends. 1920s Hollywood, big movie studios, backstage drama, goofy hijinks.

The Adventures of Robin Hood (Errol Flynn, Basil Rathbone)—classic swashbuckler/romance. It could read a little slow to modern tastes but the action scenes are absolutely killer, as is the sentiment of seeing little guys pull down big capitalists evil monarchs. Swashbuckling, labor activists merry men hanging out in the woods, hot men in tights, social commentary swords, a Maid Marian who really holds her own and falls in love with the socialist

Charade (Cary Grant)—thriller/romantic comedy. Audrey Hepburn's husband dies and leaves her a hidden inheritance, and she's racing some skeevy characters to find it. A little bit scary but mostly charming and gorgeous, and you can find it high quality virtually anywhere because they fucked up the copyright trademark in the opening credits. Romance, murders, Paris, 1960s fashion, chases in the night.

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (Dick Van Dyke)—this movie is divisive for some reason—I personally like peace, love, and joy, so it makes the list. This is a James Bond movie if James Bond had two kids, lived in a windmill in the south of England, and was into cottagecore inventions more than martinis and racism. This is very much a kids' movie so go in with that expectation, but enjoy the gorgeous production design, the wonderfully silly performances, and Lionel Jeffries pulling out every stop as an insane old man. Dick Van Dyke has excellent DILF energy. Magical cars, big musical vibes, fun inventions, and romantic fantasy.

To Be Or Not To Be (Jack Benny)—comedy/drama. A ragtag Warsaw theatre troupe stands off against the Gestapo after the invasion of Poland. TW for Nazis, obviously, but overall this is a comedy with some heft, and kind of shocking to be this ballsy about fucking hating Hitler's guts in the 1940s. Hambone actors, Shakespeare, spies, 1930s gowns. It's been a minute since I watched it so I don't think there are any TWs here, but go forth with caution.

Witness for the Prosecution (Tyrone Power)—mystery/legal drama based off an Agatha Christie story. The performances are campy fun and the twist would be at home in something like Knives Out. Big dramatics, hambones, lots of talking, a bit of a mindbender.

The Lady Vanishes (Michael Redgrave)—mystery/suspense/romantic comedy. It's a little slow to start but roll with it—once the action moves to the train the pacing really picks up. This gets slotted as a thriller sometimes but it's much funnier and gentler than that. There's some period-typical snarkiness directed at anyone Foreign™ by some of the British characters; the British characters are also made fun of. Trains, British people, international shenanigans, mystery, and humor.

All About Eve (absolutely none of these hot men, lots of hot women though)—a legendary actress fights for her life against the rising star who supplants her. Big drama, big performances, lots of gasp! and dahling! and vicious little quips. New York, theatre pronounced theahhtah, drama queens and plotting.

The Philadelphia Story (James Stewart, Cary Grant)—talk-heavy comedy, lots of quick banter and period transatlantic accent fun. It's a bit shouty and conflict-heavy at times, but I don't think James or Cary have ever been hotter, and Katherine Hepburn is just wow. Very funny dialogue, relatable characters, incredibly hot across the board. There is one instance of a racial slur (not directed at anyone but still there) and one shove. Some people won't like the discussion of Hepburn's character's choices as a daughter and a wife. With all of these movies you'll see a a range of how female characters are presented and treated, and while some period movies fall hard for sexist tropes, I personally think the performances, direction, and subtext of many of these films actually prioritizes the experiences of the female characters and shows them as living, breathing people, even if they're not framed the way they would be today.

[breninarthur]

monkey man was sooo good!!!

[gingerjunhan]

Hellooo~ anon 🌺 it's back! Happy Xmas! Happy New Year! Happy everything 🫡

I would like to request something!

Reaction of XH when reader has a really rough day and they don't talk too much (when they are usually so talkative)

Tysm ly 💖

☆彡 hi 🌺anon! Hope you had a nice holiday season 🫶🏻 sorry this fic literally took me 5ever- college works hard but my writer's block works harder. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

word count: 2,751 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: eating, swearing, reader ✨struggles to talk about their feelings✨, crying, pet names (sunshine, honey, baby, pretty), partially proofread, lmk if I missed anything!

goo gunil

Gunil had invited you over to the dorm for the evening after not hearing from you much throughout the day. During your time together, he couldn’t help but notice that you seemed a little upset. What would typically be an evening of fun, accompanied by your bubbly personality seemed to be missing its usual bubbly aspect.

“Hey,” Gunil looked over at you on your side of his mattress. “I’m gonna grab a snack. Do you want anything?”

You gently shook your head, keeping your focus drawn to anything but Gunil. He let out a soft sigh.

“Honey, what's wrong?” He asked, readjusting on the mattress so he was a little bit closer to you.

“Nothing,” you answered simply.

“Are you sure? You seem awfully quiet today.”

Gunil could always read you like a book. You sighed, “I’m fine.” You still couldn’t meet his gaze.

“Okay,” he stated simply. “I’ll be right back. Don’t miss me too much.” Gunil got up from the mattress and made his way to the door as you finally found yourself cracking a small smile for one of the first times today. No matter what, Gunil always found a way to make you laugh.

Upon his return, Gunil came back into the room with a pack of fruit snacks and two bottles of water. He gave you a gentle smile as he reclaimed his place next to you.

“I brought you a water in case you wanted one,” he offered gently. Wordlessly, you took the bottle from him, cracking it open and taking a drink. “You sure you’re alright? You can talk to me if you want. No pressure, okay?” You nodded, setting your water aside and scooting closer to him. Gunil quickly mimicked your actions, putting his things down as well and opening his arms up to you. You still didn’t say anything once you got comfortable, so Gunil thought he’d get the ball rolling. “Long day?”

You nod in silent agreement, your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Another silence fell between you as Gunil let you take a second to speak up if you wanted. After not hearing anything, he decided to speak up again.

“Work or school?”

“School,” you answer. “The semester just started and I already think one of my professors hates me.”

“Why would you think that?” Gunil questioned as one of his hands found its way to the back of your head. He was glad to see his gentle prying was starting to work.

“My English professor yelled at me because I sat in someone else's assigned seat on accident.”

“Really?”

You nodded. “We didn’t have the assigned seats the last time, so how was I supposed to know we were supposed to sit in alphabetical order?”

Gunil shook his head. “Some professors are just like that, my love. I’m sorry he embarrassed you.”

“It’s okay,” you sighed again. “It was just shitty.” Gunil nodded in agreement, and the room grew quiet once more. Gunil kept you close to him as he waited to see if you had anything else to say. “Thank you for listening,” you whispered into the small space between you.

Gunil smiled, “Of course, sunshine.” He gave you a soft kiss on the temple. “It’s no problem at all.”

kim jungsu

Jungsu could tell you had a bad day from the second you greeted him at the door. That familiar sparkle in your eye that he loved seemed to be a little bit faded, and the hus you shared after welcoming him in seemed to lack its usual spark as well. As Jungsu took off his shoes, you made your way over to your couch, flopping down and turning your TV show back on. You felt kinda stupid for inviting him over if you were in such a bad mood, but you really didn’t want to spend your evening alone. Jungsu soon joined you on the couch- flopping down directly on top of you, squeezing him between himself and the cushions.

“What are we watching?” He asked, trying to keep the atmosphere light, in hopes of taking your mind off of whatever was bothering you.

“A show,” you reply, voice steady. That’s when he knew something was up for sure. This wasn’t just any show, it was your favorite show. He had heard you go on many passionate rants about this show over the duration of your relationship, so hearing you refer to it as some sort of lackluster camera work almost appalled him.

“What happened?” He asked simply. You looked down at where his head was lying on your chest. “Something is clearly bothering you. What’s up?” One thing was true about Jungsu, he was your best friend first, your boyfriend second, and a mother of five third. All of these things came together into one big ball of worry, and he just wanted to make sure you were okay.

You shook your head, not really wanting to talk about it. You felt your feelings of embarrassment rise over you again. What was the point of being here if you were gonna be in a bad mood the whole time? You started to beat yourself up over it a little bit and the next thing you knew, warm tears started to spill out over your eyes.

“Hey,” Jungsu sat up now, pulling you up with him. “What’s wrong, honey?” His tone was gentle as he wiped your tears from your cheeks. You shook your head again as a means to try and get him to drop the subject. Jungsu knew you had trouble asking for help when you didn’t feel the best, so he decided not to push it anymore. Instead, he pulled you into a tight hug, squeezing you tight against his chest. You wrapped your arms around him as well, holding him tight and seeking comfort in the way he was holding you.

“It’s alright,” he cooed. “I’m here. You’re alright.”

You continued to cry for a short while, neither of you saying a word. The only sounds that could be heard other than your muffled crying were the sounds of the TV show that you had been using to distract yourself from your bad day. One of Jungsu’s hands ran up and down your back in an attempt to comfort you. After a moment, you had seemed to calm down, pulling away slightly to look up at Jungsu with sad eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize instinctively.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he comforted. “I just want to make sure you feel better.”

kwak jiseok

You and Jiseok had a date planned for tonight, but your day has been anything but good. Work had kicked your ass, and your coworkers seemed to continue to kick you while you were already down. You decided not to tell Jiseok about your terrible day, because you could practically see the excitement radiating off of him when he picked you up at your door.

“Wow,” Jiseok gushed. “You look great. Are you ready to go?” You nodded and mustered up the sweetest smile you could as you took his hand. “How was your day?” he asked.

You shrugged, “Okay,” you lied. “How was rehearsal?” Jiseok began to rattle off about his day, filling you in on his typical work shenanigans. Luckily, his stories for today were pretty long, so you didn’t have to contribute much. While Jiseok’s bubbly personality did a good job at lifting your mood, you couldn’t help but feel the cloud of your bad work day looming over you. Eventually, you reached your destination- a cute new boba place that Jiseok had wanted to take you to. You made your way up to the counter to order, and that was when Jiseok finally noticed that you seemed a little quiet.

“Do you know what you want?” He gently nudged your side with his elbow. You nodded, and he smiled. “What do you want? I’ll order it for you.”

You told Jiseok what you wanted and he ordered your drinks and paid. The two of you waited for your drinks, and you sat down together once they both arrived. Jiseok continued to tell stories and try to ask you questions to get you to open up a bit, but nothing seemed to be working. He could tell that you had a rough day, so he didn’t want to force you to talk about it.

“Hey,” he offered. “Did I ever tell you about the time we all got boba, and Jungsu choked on his drink?”

You cocked your head a little bit. “No?”

“He was okay,” Jiseok continued. “But at one point Gunil started to pat his back and try to help him out. So when Jungsu finally stopped choking he just started to lecture Gunil for hitting him too hard.”

You chuckle at this, being able to perfectly imagine this situation going down in your head. You shake your head slightly, “They really do fight like a married couple.”

“They do!” Jiseok laughed. “I’m surprised Gunil didn’t try to kiss him to make him feel better after.”

At this, you let out your first real laugh of the evening, and Jiseok smiled wide. You finally seemed to be forgetting about your bad day.

“Oh my god,” you laughed. “Do you remember that time Gunil pinched his finger and actually tried to make Jungsu kiss it better?” Your laughter was contagious as Jiseok also recalled the memory. You both continued to talk and laugh as you recalled funny memories back and forth, and soon enough your bad day was completely behind you.

oh seungmin

Seungmin was in your bedroom, scrolling through his socials while you were in the bathroom. You told him that you’d had a bad day with your classes, and simply refused to give any other information aside from, ”It was just a long day.” He’s been here for about an hour, and nothing seemed to make you open up to him yet. He didn't want to force you to talk if you didn’t want to, so he just tried his best to keep the energy light. He’s been online shopping for a little bit, allowing you to pick out some clothes for him or asking for your opinion on some things.

After a while, you came back from the bathroom, and when Seungmin looked up from his phone to see you in the doorway, his heart broke.

“Oh baby…” He sat up, quickly discarding his phone. You made your way over to him with tears on your cheeks. You didn’t even have time to make it to the bed before Seungmin was on his feet and rushing towards you. You were wrapped up in his arms and pulled into his chest. You weakly wrapped your arms around him, letting yourself cry. Seungmin squeezed you tight, trying his best to make you feel comfortable.

“You sure you don’t want to talk about it?” He asked after a few moments. You nodded, finally calming down a little bit. Seungmin knew that your major had a heavy workload, so he always tried his best to make sure the stress didn’t get to you. “How about we lay down, hmm?” You nodded into his chest, and then led you over to your mattress. The two of you got comfortable, with you laying your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. His arms stayed wrapped around your waist.

“Do you have class all day tomorrow?” He asked.

“No.”

“Then we should go out tomorrow. We can go wherever you want. I just feel bad that you’re so stressed.”

“It’s okay,” you sniffed.

“Not on my watch.” He let a kiss linger on your hairline. “I can’t let my baby be this stressed out. So give it some thought, and we can do whatever you want, okay?”

You nodded.

“Do you need anything right now?”

You shook your head.

“If you need something just let me know, alright? I love you.”

A small smile formed on your lips. “I love you too.”

han hyeongjun

Typically, you were the one who carried the conversations between you and Hyeongjun on most days. Granted, he was more talkative with you than he was with most other people, but it wasn’t uncommon for you to get the ball rolling.

Your shift had finally ended, so you have decided to pick up some dinner and run it to Hyeongjun at the studio. You figured that even if you had a bad day, maybe you could help make his day a good one. Once you got into the studio, you find Hyeongjun in one of the private practice rooms. Upon seeing you, he smiled.

“Hello,” he beams, setting his guitar to the side.

“Hi,” you smile back. “I brought you some dinner.”

“Thanks,” he gets up to greet you, taking the food from your hands. “How was work?”

You shrug, “Long.” Hyeongjun instantly notices how you’re giving him short answers. He gives you a confused look.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

You shake your head and put down your things, making yourself comfortable on the floor. Hyeongjun decides to join you, taking the spot next to you and distributing all of the food. The two of you mainly eat in silence, other than the occasional short question Hyeongjun would ask. He wasn’t really sure what to do in order to get you to open up. You seemed pretty insistent on keeping whatever was bugging you to yourself, and he didn’t want to intrude. Dinner came and went in silence, and Hyeongjun cleaned up your takeout containers before throwing them away.

“Thank you for dinner, pretty,” he playfully patted your head as he stood to clean up your things. You looked up at him, smiling briefly.

When Hyeongjun returned, he picked up his guitar and made his way back down to the floor next to you. Wordlessly, he began to strum a tune, and you quickly found yourself getting lost in it. It was almost as if the music he played made the stress of your day melt off. After his song ended, Hyeongjun gave you a smile.

“Feeling any better?” He asked.

You nodded and gave him a genuine smile. “Thank you.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” he replied, beginning to play a new song for you both.

lee jooyeon

You and Jooyeon were walking from your place to the dorm, enjoying the calm, evening scenery. Gunil was in charge of “family dinner” tonight, and he had told Jooyeon that he should invite you over. The two of you haven’t been dating for very long, but all of the others had seemed to gain a liking towards you rather quickly.

He held your hand as you walked, and he couldn’t help but notice that you seemed to be in your own little world.

“Hey,” he lightly bumped your body into yours. “What are you thinking about?”

You looked up at him. “Nothing much.”

“Oh, come on,” he prompted. “You’ve clearly got something going on in that pretty little head of yours.” You chuckled lightly at his comment. “What’s up?”

“Work sucked today.”

Jooyeon frowned a bit. “You wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head.

“You sure?”

You shook your head again.

“Alright,” he nodded. “I’m here if you change your mind, okay?” He squeezed your hand, causing you to smile quickly- acting as a silent thank you.

After a while, you and Jooyeon had walked past a shop that had speakers playing outside. Jooyeon looked at you and smiled. “I love this song!” You had never heard the song in your life, but that didn’t stop Jooyeon from pretending to serenade you right then and there on the sidewalk- fake microphone and all. He had completely stopped walking, taking a moment to dedicate this performance to you.

You laughed a little bit- partially from his charm, and also partially from embarrassment because you could clearly see the people from inside of the shop looking at the both of you. Laughing, you tugged Jooyeon away from the store.

“What?” He questioned while laughing as well. “Did you not like the show?”

“I loved it,” you beamed. “But the people inside didn’t seem to appreciate your stage presence.”

You both continued to laugh as you made your way to the dorm, where you were met with friendly faces and the smell of good food. As you took off your shoes, you couldn’t help but to absentmindedly hum the song Jooyeon had sang for you, completely forgetting about your bad day.

taglist: @dazzlingligth , @mini-mews , @mxlly143 , @somethingaboutcheese , comment to be added!⁎⁺˳✧༚

[broken-heart-in-a-jar]

Hey there! Quick intro

Getting desperate to roleplay with someone tbh. It's been months since I could find someone to do roleplay with and I'm fucking dying of boredom. Please keep reading if ur interested in roleplaying.

Roleplaying preferences:

Really don't want to do fandoms, but I will make extremely rare exceptions. I have plenty of ocs with detailed personalities and back stories that I'd love to roleplay with instead, or I could make new ones. In short I prefer original oc and oc roleplays over fandom any day.

I'll do literally any genre. Fantasy, horror, science fiction, comedy, slice of life, action, adventure, etc., or even a mix of many genres!

I will not do NSFW of any kind.

I prefer to roleplay as masculine queer or male characters. I suck at playing girls or feminine characters, but I will try if that's what you want!

I am a minor, and prefer to roleplay with other minors, but if you're an adult who's not 30+ and you're chill then sure! If you're not comfortable doing roleplays with minors or interacting with minors feel free to block me <3

I can do semi descriptive roleplays, I think about 2-10 computer lines depending on what's going on in the rp. I will only do descriptive roleplay, since I don't know how to do other kinds and don't like those as much.

I typically roleplay first person out of preference, but will do third if that's better for the roleplay and/or is your preference.

I prefer one on one roleplays and am not experienced with roleplaying in groups, though I'm open to roleplaying with a small group.

Before we roleplay together:

Please read this section, as this is very important.

I have severe difficulty with memory and focus, and am very prone to forgetting the plot or details about characters, etc. It's not because I don't care about the roleplay, it's because of something completely out of my control. If you roleplay with me, please be understanding of this. I may need to take breaks at random or forget things quickly, so keep this in mind. If any of this would bother you don't bother contacting me to begin with.

When roleplaying, I will always try to be clear about when I need breaks or forget something important, though that is difficult to keep track of for me, so please be patient.

Other:

If you don't always have time to roleplay and like talking about your characters/lore in between sessions, that's great! I really enjoy hearing others talking about their lore and ideas and anything.

Before we start roleplaying, we can take as long as you want to discuss roleplay plot ideas and characters, details, etc. Planning the roleplay is just as fun as actually roleplaying to me, and we can take as long as wanted/needed to plan the roleplay.

Okay I hope I covered everything! If you're interested in roleplaying message me and I'll reply when I can.

[tinywitchgoblin]

hi, if you're still doing them I'd love a ship with one of the bad batch please! SFW and NSFW would be great but no worries if its just SFW :)

I'm 19, AFAB using all pronouns, Leo and INFP personality. I'm 5'4, pretty curvy, I have dyed dark purple/blue hair and a decent few piercings and tattoos (my favourite are my snakebite lip piercings).

I'm currently at university studying philosophy, so I really enjoy having deep debates with people. I'm also really interested in history, and will ramble about it to anyone who will listen. I enjoy anything in the fantasy or horror genre too :) My hobbies are reading and all sorts of crafts (crochet, knitting, cross stitch etc) - I end up gifting random things i make to all my friends

I'm generally a pretty quiet person around people I don't know super well, but when I'm comfortable I have bursts of energy where I won't stop talking. I'm sarcastic and a little nihilistic sometimes but I try to be empathetic and considerate, and my friends say I'm pretty funny too. I have ADHD so I do fidget constantly and struggle to focus sometimes, but I also hyperfixate very heavily on things I'm interested in. My love languages are physical touch and quality time :)

sorry if this was way too much lol! thank you so much <33

When I tell you I was So Excited... you're my first NSFW ship request! Eek!!

MINORS DNI THIS IS TOO SPICY FOR YOU

I ship you with...

Crosshair!

As a sniper, Crosshair is naturally a very patient person. So when you go onto a rant about something history-related, he'll sit there and listen patiently, asking questions here and there but mostly willing to be a listening ear for you to infodump to. For your birthday, he buys you a book about one of your favorite historical time periods, and he's secretly really excited when he sees your positive reaction.

Crosshair absolutely LOVES horror movies, and doesn't get to watch them very often because his brothers HATE them, especially poor Wrecker. A favorite date night is staying in, ordering space doordash, and watching a horror movie. Crosshair especially loves the Saw movies; he finds them interesting. Tech, however, is not allowed within 50 feet of a saw movie because he will not shut tf up about the specific mechanisms of all the traps and how various scenes would actually occur.

SMUT BELOW THE BELT CUT

I 100% believe that Crosshair is an ass guy. He loves to smack your ass regardless of whether or not it's in the bedroom. Therefore, his favorite position is doggy style, with constant access to your butt (plus, he can pull your hair; win-win). He also loves when you ride him; he'll just lay back, popping a toothpick between his lips and enjoying the view.

Something Crosshair also enjoys is cockwarming. Specifically, doing so while he's cleaning his rifle. They're his two favorite activities combined into one! He loves feeling your pussy squeeze around him, pulling him as far into you as he can go. Even though he's typically very patient (as stated above), it's times like this where he will eventually cave, placing his beloved rifle to the side and slamming into you until you're boneless and breathless; only then will he come. He's very particular about that. He wants to be absolutely 100% sure that you get as much pleasure as you want, because where he lacks with words, he more than makes up with his dick actions.

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Thanks for reading! If you want a ship request like this one, drop it in my ask box, and don't forget to reblog 💚 it may take a little bit, but I'll get to it!

[peachenle]

enhypen as frat boys

genre: head canon | fratboy!au | suggestive themes

members: enhypen's hyung line

word count: 1k

warnings: mentions of drinking, hook ups; a lot of Greek life lingo

perm tag list: @ozymandia-s

༄࿔˚✧ synopsis: the older enhypen boys as typical frat bros, with glimpses of them in all their party glory.

TOO YOUNG TO DIE. TOO DRUNK TO LIVE.

// HEESEUNG is…

an executive board member for the chapter for SURE. Not quite president, something less taxing like Alumni Liaison or House Manager. Heeseung LOVES to help DJ at parties, he’ll drop his mixes if the party that weekend was successful.

Heeseung’s not above hookups at the house and is (notoriously) clumsy about forgetting to sexile/warn the other brothers. Super flirty with or without alcohol, making him a big fan amongst regular partygoers. Outside of parties you will never see him outside doing charity runs or any events that are super outdoorsy… he’d opt to volunteer to be the bro at the check-in table, or a driver… he’s a lil lazy… but he never fails to complete his duties! Strangely good at kegstands despite being so tall. Beer pong and beer die king.

When he was pledging, he was so enthusiastic and willing to do whatever embarrassing thing the upperclassmen threw at him… Heeseung’s passion, it almost scared them. He was paired with everyone’s desired Big AND was the most sought after Little in his pledge class.

"Theoretically, do I really have to play beach volleyball with the dudes?" "Heeseung, it's rush AND you're an exec, the answer is always going to be yes..." "Yeah, but it the League LCK semi finals..."

// JAY is…

definitely another exec: either VP or Risk Manager or Panhell Chair or something like that — he’s the strictest one on board. Everyone’s intimidated by him, he’s strict about deadlines, he’s always the one assigned to do the scolding… but he can DRINK (all the bros wanna be him). Jay is also not shy about hookups and letting loose at parties. He charms people by making drinks, offering them his special brandy/cabernet/etc he’s been “saving for the right person.” The bottles are always at least half gone because of the amount of people he’s shown. A wild card when it comes to beer pong. Some nights he'll dominate, but other nights, he's truly a disgrace.

Had a HARD time during pledge, (a lot of the dudes were jealous of his popularity!) and was picked on a lot, so Jay had his doubts. But getting his bid meant way more than he expected. Would definitely be the type to stay in touch as an alumni, going to events, dropping fat checks here and there. Every potential Little wants Jay as their big, he SPOILS them like crazy… (rumor has it that he’s planning on buying his latest Little a whole new custom PC...)

"Please I don't want Jay as my partner!" "Why? I beat them at pong last time?" "Yeah, but your track record dude... one and done..."

// JAKE is…

the life of the party. He’s the most welcoming to new people at the house, ushering wallflowers to the core of the action. He’s all about slinging arms around people, drunkenly claiming new friends, and his giggly laughter is CONTAGIOUS. He doesn’t have much interest in a leadership role, but he’s been Rush Chair for two terms and he absolutely killed it each time. Jake often volunteers to be a sober chaperone, because “I know how to have fun sober too!”. In this role, you’ll always see his hands full of mini water bottles and a plastic bag or two in his pocket as he patrols the house. Jake is the more studious type of frat bro, sometimes snapping at his bros to keep quiet the night before an exam (he’s studying physics, of course). And no, not really the hookup type at parties… Jake is too soft for that and enjoys the energy of the party too much to leave it for a quickie. His drinking game of choice is King's Cup, just because he likes to try to fool people into drinking more.

Surprisingly breezed through the pledging process despite not being that big of a drinker, and got picked up by a really good Big in the same major (they put each other as number 1 choice). As an upperclassman, he’s a little awkward navigating as the Big Bro - referring to his Little as his son. He means well, but can be a little embarrassing!

"Oh, you're the Question master? What was your name again?" "Nice try, you're not gonna get me." "Sorry, what? Music's too loud." "I said, 'Nice tr-'" "Gotcha. Drink up!"

// SUNGHOON is…

not your average frat boy - only in looks <3. He was way more reluctant to be involved than one may expect. He genuinely pursued it for the friendship/camaraderie/The Brotherhood. But the parties and attention were a plus. To outsiders, he looks a step out of place, always laughing AT his bros, not usually WITH them. Real ones know that he can be just as chaotic. Especially after a pint of beer and maybe 1.5 shots - that’ll do it for him. Always cracking lame jokes, earning the nickname of Dad amongst his class. Hooking up is not his thing, but if someone has really caught his eye… well, a private conversation on a balcony doesn’t have to mean too much, right? Sunghoon surprisingly really enjoys Rage Cage, and honestly, he's the type to purposefully miss his ball sometimes just to have to drink.

He's really good at tabling and mingling with potentials. His frat wants to make him their poster child - there's a solo picture of Sunghoon in every Instagram slideshow that's posted.

He barely rushed, but he worked his ass off as a pledge. Sunghoon was also another fan-favorite to be picked up as a Little. As a Big… other than him paying for a lot of things… when it comes to advice and the mentorship side of things, let’s just say its hard to tell who’s the Big and who’s the Little sometimes.

"You guys have used my pictures like 5 times this week for all the rush posts..." "Hey, don't look at me, Sunghoon. Blame our media guy! He says your face attracts the most likes." "I should charging... can you take it out of my dues?"

BONUS:

// SUNOO is…

desired by every social frat. But he couldn’t find any that appealed to him. Embarrassing for them really, their desperation. Sunoo found more of his home in a service frat! Has access to parties, the classic Big/Little pairing still, but in a more diverse environment with less pressure and more focus on the academic/philanthropic side of things.

Sunoo still gets invited to the crazy frat houses, in case he changes his mind, but only goes for the alcohol and the excuse to go out with friends. He’s friendly and magnetic at parties, befriending nearly everyone that gets lucky enough to talk with him. Every next morning he wakes up to tens of new follow requests from people he doesn’t even remember.