#jk this is ugly but no one's online so

[polyamorouspunk]

I hope I'm like you when I grow up

[whyse7vn]

CARDBOARD BOX -

[ ot7 x reader ]

BTW ☠️😂

8 participants - 8 online

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hobi: thinking about when we all lived together and jimin would make jungkook tap dance for food

jk: good times :D

namjoon: but jungkook cant tap dance?

jimin: exactly

namjoon: so you starved jungkook?

jk: no i tapped??

jin: horribly

jk: :(

tae: i liked it

jk: honestly 🥺?

tae: honestly

jk: :D

hobi: why is joon acting like he wasn’t there to witness it???

namjoon: sorry

i just tend to block out the traumatic memories i have with you guys

which is most of them

jin: jungkook was the one dancing for food not you

namjoon: being a witness to that was traumatic

yoongi: it was funny

jk: thank u

yoongi: no

namjoon: moving on

y/n: remember when jungkook would like disappear for 4 hours everyday and come back to the dorms at like 5 am

hobi: OMG YES

jimin: the era where he hated us 😪

yoongi: bring it back

jk: i didn’t hate you guys ☹️

tae: he was just getting his dick wet don’t worry about it

namjoon: he was barley 16?

tae: pussy slayer since 05 😝

namjoon: 05??

yoongi: he was 7 in 05

jin: victim since 05

jimin: jin was like 27 in 05

jin: ??unprovoked

and not fucking true

jimin: as long as you’re alive i’m provoked

y/n: 27 in 05 is crazy

jimin: i’m saying like 😭

hurry up and die maybe?

hobi: bros 31 ☠️

namjoon: ok stop guys

jin: fucking hate all of you

jk: omg it’s raining outside i’m so sad :((

tae: my fault stepped outside and mother nature just couldn’t contain herself

she freaky like that

hobi: paying for ur assassination

jk: what does that even mean

tae: the sky squirting for me bro

jk: oh

that’s nice didn’t know that was possible !!

can you make her stop tho

tae: tell namjoon to step outside and she’ll stop

namjoon: ???

tae: it will be hot and dry as shit if joon steps out ong

jk: namjoon pls step outside

namjoon: kook you need to stop taking tae’s word for things

jk: what

i take no words

i have my own

namjoon: nvm

y/n: life would be so much fun if one of you was a crack addict

jin: ????

yoongi: freak

hobi: real

jimin: namjoon is right here like….

namjoon: leave me ALONE

jk: i’ll be a crack addict for you

tae: i’ll be a better addict

jk: NO YOU WONT

tae: YES I WILL

y/n: shut up

jk: sorry ☺️💕💖

tae: i could so break jungkook’s legs

jk: ☹️

how will i tap?

hobi: you don’t need to tap anymore kook

ur free from that life

y/n: tap by taeyong

jimin: he may be free from tapping in this life but is the tapping life free from him?

yoongi: what

jimin: mentally jungkook is still my little tapping slut

jk: aw man ://

namjoon: did you need to call him a slut??

can we just be nice

jimin: yes i needed to call him a slut

he’s a slut

tae: he was sixteen tapping for you

ur calling a sixteen year old a slut

guys i think jimin is really weird for that actually

jk: me 2

jimin: so?????

you literally said he was fucking at 16 you indirectly called him a slut too

jk: right !!!!

tae: UMM NO???

i called him a pussy slayer actually

and that could mean anything

jk: like what?

tae: shut up jungkook

jk: ok

i’m sorry

it’s still raining

i’m upset

jin: anyways i think yoongi could be nicer

yoongi: ?????

y/n: yoongi’s great

jin: TO YOU

yoongi is actually really really mean and we need to talk about it

jk: i also think yoongi’s great !!

when i was sad about getting old and sick he told me i probably won’t get cancer and most likely die from getting stabbed at 30 on the 12th of december 3pm

namjoon: oh

y/n: yoongi….

yoongi: no cancer !!

jk: NO CANCER ^0^ !!!!!!

tae: yoongi being cold and mysterious will only get you so far in life

jk: yoongi don’t be cold

🔥🔥🔥

here

y/n: jungkook ur so silly

where are you

i want to bite you

jk: 😳

OMW HOME I PROMISE

WON’T BE LONG I SWEAR

jimin: take me back to the days where you had to buy bitches 46 plots of land and a horse to get pussy

i can’t do this being dumb ass hell shit

hobi: maybe ur just ugly idk??

jimin: ????

yo wtf

hobi????????????

hobi: who said that not me whatttt?

jin: that’s why taemin has jimin blocked

jimin: HE DOES NOT HAVE ME BLOCKED

yoongi: woah ok?

jimin: just saying

anyways

jin: ur ugly 😂

jk: beauty is subjective

yoongi: do you even know what that means?

jk: yes ofc ??

maybe…

no 😔

tae: subjective sex

namjoon: stop

tae: SUBJECT SEX

i class i would love to participate in

y/n: is this you telling us you don’t know how to have sex???

tae: NO

this is me telling you i love sex and partake in it often

hobi: stds

jk: i’m confused

why do you want to take a class on it then ???

y/n: right

you wanting to take a sex class implies you know little on the subject of sex actually

tae: SHUT THE HELL UP

jimin: nothing about my beauty is subjective btw

it’s fact

jin: that ur ugly

yoongi: lol

jimin: namjoon tell them i’m not ugly

namjoon: guys he’s not ugly

jin: he’s really ugly

y/n: namjoon tell tae to stop shouting

namjoon: taehyung stop shouting

tae: NO

NAMJOON TELL KOOK AND Y/N I KNOW HOW TO FUCK

namjoon: kook y/n taehyung knows how to fuck

hobi: namjoon i wont lie to you but u lowkey a bitch

jin: right

namjoon: thank you for that hobi and jin i also love you very much

jk: ohmygod joon loosing his mind again

that is NOT what they said

joon come back to us

fight this namjoon fight it

hobi: fighting by bss

yoongi: who fighting?

jimin: joon and his crippling coke addiction

coke winning

namjoon: can we not

tae: i’ll laugh when you overdose

y/n: exo core

namjoon: i just helped you what is ur issue??

jin: do you notice how yoongi appeared again when the word fighting was said????

we NEED to have this man locked up i’m telling you

yoongi: i’ll have you sectioned

jin: WHAT THE FUCK?????

NAMJOON TELL HIM TO TAKE THAT BACK

namjoon: yoongi take that back

please

yoongi: i take it back

jin: good

yoongi: not

jk: yikes jin he got you

yoongi ur really cool

yoongi: shut up

jk: sorry 😆

y/n: stop being mean

yoongi: cant help it :3

tae: who wants to see me split a watermelon with one hand

jk: ME ME

OHMYGOD ME I DO I DO

I WANT TO SEE

PLEASE SHOW ME PLEASE BEOFRE I PASSED OUT PLEASE

PICK ME TAE I WANT TO SEE ME MEMEMEMEMEMEMMEMEME

hobi: tae how is ur financial situation these days

tae: kill yourself

hobi: ok wtf???

i was just asking

tae: jungkook im sorry but no broken watermelon today blame hoseok

jk: hobi what the hell man i was really looking forward to the broken watermelon

y/n: i heard tae filed for bankruptcy

tae: NOT TRUE

jimin: i heard he lives in a cardboard box

tae: SHUT UP I DONT

jk: tae omg……… 😧

is this true

tae: NO OBVIOUSLY NOT

YOU WERE AT MY HOUSE YESTERDAY

AND I ORDERED US FOOD

jk: pls dont shout at me

i’m trying to remember if your house was a cardboard box or not

jimin: (it was)

tae: NAMJOON

namjoon: guys

jimin: ur no fun

y/n: sorry 😔

tae: yeah

you guys better be sorry

stupid idiots

jimin: shut up broke boy

namjoon: jimin please

jimin: whatEVER

tae: namjoon i don’t say this a lot because normally it wouldn’t be true but man i love you

guys i think me and namjoon were married in our past lives

cuz like were so in tune with each other

like he just gets me

i get him

i believe in every life we find each other

like we get married in every single life except this one

namjoon: no offence but in every life i would find you and divorce you if that were true

tae: oh

y/n: LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOO

yoongi: lol

jimin: no i see it the crack addict and the broke bitch love story

tae: at least someone gets it

nvm

should of read the whole message first

u guys are just closed minded

im telling you me an namjoon are like super alike someone thought i was him yesterday and he was so real and right for that

jk: i thought you said that guy that called you rm in the park yesterday was a racist not real or right

tae: jungkook

jk: yeah ^0^

tae: stop talking rn

jk: okay😵

hobi: cocaine is like really expensive how would tae and joon work out

tae wont be able to help feed into joons addiction

y/n: why do you know that cocaine is expensive

hobi: i know a lot of things that just happenes to be one of them

jimin: if you think about it when have you ever seen a crackhead be like nah im not gonna have crack today

they make that shit happen no matter what

and i think thats what attracts tae and joon together

like joon will do anything and everything to get his fix and tae would do anything and everything to have a place to sleep so their hardworking nature is what leads them to love

yeah

jin: ok !!!!!!

jimin i think you need a hobby or something

that was…. a lot

yoongi: shut up

jin: WHAT DID I DO???? AM I WRONG OR DID YOU ACTUALLY ENJOY JIMINS MINI FANFIC LIKE?????????

yoongi: i’ll punch you

jin: and i believe that!

shutting up #now

hobi: i wish i was mark lee rn

he probably doing something really canadian as we speak

jk: like what?

hobi: idk being nice

jimin: you called me ugly five minutes ago

you could never be mark lee

hobi: that literally wasn’t me i have no idea what ur talking about sorry i’m actually mark lee rn so i fr don’t know what ur talking about dude sorry dude i have to go on stage and dance with nct 127 now and then i have vocal practice with nct dream right after so i’m sorry dude i like have zero idea what ur talking about like actually like a sticker 2 baddies beatbox

me as mark lee and scene

jk: 10/10 really believable idk mark lee but i really though you were him for a second

y/n: great performance thought mark was here fr almost kissed you passionately on the mouth

yoongi: what

hobi: thank u thank u

you can still kiss me tho haha lol as mark or not idm

y/n: ok omg come here!!!

hobi: FR?????

y/n: no !!!!!!

but i did imagine us kissing like last week for like five seconds

hobi: yesssss 🙌 😝

a win is a win

yoongi: its not a win

she threw up at the thought

y/n: no i didn’t

yoongi: yes you did

you told me

y/n: i DID’NT

stop trying to gaslight me

it wont work

tae: have you imagined me naked

jimin: liked it better when you weren’t talking

tae: i liked it when YOU weren’t talking

jimin: shut the fuck up

jin: how about you both shut the fuck up

jimin: now why are YOU talking again

yoongi beat the shit out of him

yoongi: nah dont want to

the thought of his face isn’t pissing me off anymore

jin: thank you <3

yoongi: i could punch hoseok tho

hobi: no thank you ???

y/n: yoongi has a framed picture of all of us on his bedside table that he hides whenever you all come over in case you find it

he also has each one of our debut photocards in a small little binder in his studio in a little safe

yoongi: not true bye

yoongi left “BTW☠️😂”

y/n added yoongi to “BTW☠️😂”

y/n: very true very real seen them with my very two eyes

yoongi: you wear glasses

that you don’t actually wear

so who knows what u be seeing

that is NOT true

y/n: i wear glasses to READ and you know that

so shut up

guys yoongi would punch none of you because he loves you very much ok? 😍💖💯

tae: yoongi do you kiss our picture goodnight be honest

yoongi: fuck off actually

namjoon: thats very sweet yoongi

we love you too

jin: i DON’T

i fear my life when i’m around yoongi picture by his bed or not

i’m shaking in my boots i’m scared

yoongi: pussy

jin: i’m telling you ever since he broke that poor woozi guys nose i have not looked at him the same

y/n: ok but that was a mistake right yoongi

yoongi: ?

y/n: it was

and besides has yoongi broken your nose?

jin: no but it’s coming

i know it

yoongi: true

jk: i feel safe around yoongi

yoongi: you shouldn’t

jk: because he hasn’t broken my nose

but jimin did punch me once

jimin: dont bring up my past

hobi: if we think about it jimin should be locked up

jungkook you can press charges you know?

jimin: CAN WE NOT TALK ABOUT ME AND WHAT I’VE DONE

like we were talking about how yoongi actually love us

lets get back to that

yoongi: jimin should be put behind bars

jimin: yoongi loves us

yoongi: jimin is a bully

jimin: YOONGI LOVES US

tae: i love you back yoongi

yoongi: kill yourself

jimin is a literal bully like actually

jimin: and ur a fake one cuz u love us

jk: jimin you are bully

yoongi: ur right jungkook

you are so right

jimin: jungkook yoongi loves you

that’s why he’s agreeing with you

jk: i love you too yoongi ^0^

yoongi: jungkook jimin is bullying you

has been since you were 16

jk: ohmygod……..

jimin: jungkook yoongi has a photocard of you that he’s probably decorated and everything just cuz he cares so deeply about you

jk: he does????????

namjoon: ok both of you stop

jimin you ARE a bully

and yoongi its ok that you actually like us you should stop pretending you don’t

jimin: I AM NO BULLY

yoongi: i like not one of u 😒

namjoon: yeah ok

jk: GUYS OHMUGOD

tae DOES LIVE IN A CARDBOARD BOX I REMEMBER NOW 🤯🤯😨

tae left “BTW☠️😂”

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think of this as a flash back/ forward idk of the good happy times ok? ok thank u >_<

sorry for the shit ending i just really like the first part and wanted to post

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[angel-maybe-alive]

More things I hate about modern literature because today is a bad day and I need to be a dick online to feel better:

How much sex there is in everything

And again I am not a prude, erotica has existed for decades and it's okay but every popular YA or adventure book nowadays is a bad erotica with some low stakes adventure in the background

And somehow they are able to be both bad porn and bad adventure

And also people will promote those books as " yes the plot kinda sucks but there's good sex scenes"

The word Mary sue

The misuse of the word Mary sue

Any attempt to make a "LOTR inspired" book made by a man

Because usually the things that made LOTR good go just over the authors head and we end with basically a vin diesel movie set in the middle ages

This is not just about modern literature but books about or set in horrible moments for a oppressed minority(like holocaust or slavery) written by people who aren't part of said minority

Coleen hoover

She did for feminist literature what Seth MacFarlane did for adult animation

The harry Potter/Percy Jacksonification of children's literature

The magical choose one trope being taken to a magical world did irremediable damage to children's literature

The mean girl trope

Books set in fictional middle ages but the protagonist go to balls in fashion show modern runaway style dresses

You know the tacky Pinterest glittery showing shoulders back and leg

Those official arts of the same exactly white women and the same white guy in slightly different clothes with the same 2016 style eyebrows and the sharp jawline and the nothing expression

Characters being described as "golden skin" so depending if the author needs some representation points they can be interpreted as people of color but if no one says nothing they stay as just tan white

Comparing dark skin color to any food

How many authors try to make at the same time "this is brainless wish fulfilment fantasy about being desired by a hot dominating guy" and " this is a profound take about the horrors of abuse"

Usually by having the second love interest to abuse the protag

In the end the message that stays is any abuse is forgivable if the abuser is hot enough

The "I'm skinny but not hot super model skinny I am ugly skinny my bones show because of malnourishment"

"yet I don't feel any other effect of starvation like being weak and I can carry five times my body weight in whatever animal the author needs me to hunt in the beginning of the book because making me a farmer wouldn't be cool"

"I am ugly" cried the skinny girl with locks of auburn hair porcelain white skin and eyes of emerald green.

The jk Rowling stupid name school (she named the werewolf Wolfy mcwolf in Latin and people though it was smart now we have a girl who fights on a island named island and the archer who marries a fae named fae archer )

And again faes because fuck faes

[meanbossart]

Ask Compilation: Advice, influences and Misc.

Apologies for taking so long on some of these, admittedly I'm much more likely to entirely forget about asks that are about me and my interests 💃 Thank you for all the questions regardless! And thank you specially to everyone who just drops nice messages into my inbox out of kindness.

I'm brazillian and a native portuguese speaker!

I'll probably return to twitter eventually, but a) I hate that place and b) It didn't make much sense to me to turn it into a BG3 account out of the blue. I am considering making an Instagram or a new twitter just to have more places where people can follow in case they don't care for tumblr, but it's just been a very busy year so far and so that's kind of low on the list of priorities. If I ever do that I'll be sure to announce it here. Have a nice day yourself!

Sorry to hear that! I've gotten a few messages before about this issue, and the problem is that since I am myself not from the US, my options are also limited :( a lot of patreon alternatives don't work for me because they either don't go through paypal, take insane currency conversion fees, or just straight up block me from signing up.

Speak for yourself, I just assume everyone I speak to online has committed some sort of atrocious crime until proven otherwise. Except for me - of course. I have never done anything bad in my life.

I still have a lot to learn! But I will basically use whatever works for me at the moment, as well as make a sincere effort to learn about musculature and anatomy so I can understand those components and how they move, instead of only knowing what they look like when still - that's how you get better at drawing from memory. Volume mostly comes from coloring and understanding light, which is it's own beast but can very much be learned from similar reference materials and observing it IRL!

My favorite places to get reference are medical diagrams, weird pictures I take of myself, 3D software (often Virt-a-mate) and questionably phrased image google searches.

My favorite artists are Jason Shawn Alexander and Sean Murphy, but I'm not sure how much of it reflects in my art nowadays! I generally seek to pick up techniques from artists rather than to emulate style.

Honestly I love that you guys generally do the thing he would hate the most: take him very non-seriously LOL

I've been in a real Chelsea Wolfe and Amyl And The Sniffers kick lately! But usually you'll also find me listening to stuff like Boy Harsher, Swans, FWF, JK Flesh Lingua Ignota, Nick Cave, David Bowie, and so on. Music for the weird gays, basically.

I went insane and wrote a 23-chapter-long-and-still-ongoing fic in like four months. But also - I'm not that good, I'm just shamelessly pretentious LOL

Hm. That's a good question, but I'm not really sure. Sincerely not trying to be a edgier-than-thou here (in fact, this has made me a little self conscious at one time or another) but a lot of art that I don't mean to be horror-y in nature at all has been associated with the genre. So perhaps I don't know what I'm doing either, LOL.

I think just leaning on making things look slightly "wrong" or "ugly" on purpose is the way, but I also find that if you just seek to depict people as they are instead of idealized versions of themselves, you will arrive at that either way.

Thank you for reading! Honestly, I'm guilty of having not read much at all since I was in my late teens, and the style I'm employing for ANE is very different from the things I would call "influential" for me, or even that I used to enjoy reading at all before. I read a lot of Chuck Palahniuk as a youth (and, no slight to people who do like him still, but nowadays I'm not sure why I ever did. His stories don't speak to me at all anymore) as well a lot of weird experimental lit that I didn't even care to remember the name of. My last book stint from one or two years ago was composed solely of historical and medical literature, and last year I got really into Cormac Mcarthy thanks to the internet.

So, all in all, I'm absolutely all over the place LOL if you put a gun to my head and told me to list my favorite books, I'd say The Indifferent Stars Above and Blood Meridian.

(Consider the reading portion of the question to have been answered above) I really really liked Beau is Afraid and think it's a really great "horror" movie. Sue me.

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: A Fable

[mysterious circle of robed figures] JK Rowling: hello children Rowling: today i want to introducce a very sspecial guessst- john boyne Rowling: author of the boy in the sstriped pajamassss John Boyne: ahem, that's the boy in the striped pajamas colon a fable Boyne: get it right!

Boyne: listen up people Boyne: Here’s a tip for anyone interacting with a novelist online Boyne: you can say our books suck   Boyne: you can call us bad writers Boyne: you can say we’re stupid, ugly or fat Boyne: you can say we're bald Boyne: you can say that we're lazy...

Boyne: you can say that we're plagiarists Boyne: you can say that we whitewash history Boyne: you can say that our work actively makes people dumber Rowling: where are you going with thiss Boyne: hold on i'm working up to something Boyne: you can say that we smell bad

Boyne: you can say that we're liars Boyne: you can say that we're pigs Boyne: but the one thing you cannot say is that we're cis Rowling: Rowling: well sssaid! well sssaid!

John Boyne: look, i wrote this really sympathetic book about how hard it is to be related to a trans person Boyne: i mean, if you think about it, being related to a trans person is really hard Boyne: probably harder than being trans Boyne: that just stands to reason

Boyne: anyway the trans didn't appreciate my hard work, so i don't like them now Rowling: how do you feel about the jewsss after they didn't appreciate the boy in the sstriped pajamass Boyne: ahem you mean the boy in the striped pajamas colon a fable Rowling: yess yess of coursse

Boyne: look i just think it's my duty to speak to the true victims of the holocaust Boyne: SS officers who might be really sad if they accidentally killed their sons when they meant to kill jews Boyne: i'm getting misty just thinking about it Boyne: [wiping tear] those poor guys

Boyne: i don't believe in the word cis Boyne: i just thought it was really important i weigh in on this controversy Boyne: this is in no way a diversion from my other scandals Boyne: my new book is about a guy trying to buy lamp oil, rope & bombs but he doesn't have enough rubies

[mrs-monaghan]

omg all these ppl sharing tehir friends being tkkr/ynmnr remind me this bitch from my university dorm! you know we were dorm mates w this one girl. starting from fist day of semester I had this weird feeling about her (not related to her being a tkkr but her whole vibe was off) while talking about interests and hobbies we kinda realized we have similar tastes in certain things.

she told me that she’s into bts and we started talking about them. everything was fine until out of nowhere she told me that she believes that tkkr are a couple and I feel like she was trying to fish an answer out of me ykno about tkk dating. she was kinda trying to test me if that makes sense. after that I told her that I’m a hard core jm stan and that why I’m leaning more towards duos that include jm and I’m not kidding you shaz her whole demeanor changed and the look she gave me was just horrendous. and I didn’t even told her tkk couldn’t be real because jk and jm are literally dating but change was drastic!

after that she keep giving me cold feet and randomly showing “cute tkk art” which was humanloure or whatever that btchs name and when I told her to stop showing me weird things she became super defensive (I wasn’t try to be an asshole it was just getting weird the way she was trying to prove me tkkr is real by showing ugly ass fanarts ) when I told her about my discomfort she would say things like “but they are cute” “they look so good together” “anyways they are dating”

when she kept doing this I totally stopped talking to her and just ignored her ass that whole semester. we weren’t best friends or anything just dorm mates. i just wanted to share this because before all of this happened to me I just thought that there’s no way a irl tkkr would act the way they are acting in online spaces but those weirdos we saw on report pages are literally exist irl

Of course they do. I like to think online personalities are an extension of RL personalities. So of course this is how they are out there too!!

This is my Facebook cover photo, right?

A friend of mine from the Gallavich (shameless) fandom saw this and she was so excited! But at the time of seeing my cover photo she also noticed I kept sharing JK in my stories (dreamers had just dropped) and so she didn't know if I was gonna turn out to be vermin. So it took her months... months! To even DM me. She didn't do it until she saw me in the comment section of Jikook public group.

I asked her why she never told me sooner that she was Army and she told me that she didn't want to ruin our friendship. So it was better for her not to know. And you know what? That made sense to me. I was like, fair enough.

I mentioned before that my baby got attached to shot glass of tears, right? It was the only song that could get her to sleep. So one time I'm just pushing the pram around a shop and the cashier comes up to me like "is that JK?" And of course we started to gush. She told me that she was Taegi biased and immediately I went "are you a Taekooker?" You know, I didn't want to waste time. I needed to know quite early on. She told me she almost became one due to the edits on YouTube and that it was the reason she stepped away from the fandom. That's why she didn't even know about SGOT or GOLDEN. Coz she left when she saw she was starting to become one of them 😂

I commended her for it and currently we are friends. Her self awareness saved her basically 😂 So yes, anon. The way they are online is the way they are in person. That's why I always say a Vminkook concert wouldn't be the best idea 🤭🤭🤭

[papirouge]

I don’t like how modern tras behave because it’s easy to see how so many are degenerates and predators online but this hunt against Imane the Algerian boxer just feels like a collective effort from conservatives to publicly shame a woman for not looking like their version of traditionally feminine. Having masculine features makes these weird radfems act up and call other women men for having them. Florence and the Machine is a female artist that I’ve seen before called a man when she’s just tall and has thinner lips. It’s rooted in narrow beauty standards and I have a theory that this outrage is pushed to shame women into also consuming products and routines that would “fix it” like hiding our loses and softening our natural features or encouraging women to do more “delicate” workouts and sports so we don’t gain muscle

I read Harry Potter as a kid and JKR had these magical creatures that were like sirens that would be the most beautiful creature any man can see. Like they could hypnotize a man instantly. And how she described them were typically blonde slim and blue eyed. But when they get angry they get “ugly” and turn into harpies with “bigger noses that turn into beaks” and all that. JKR really likes those European beauty standards. Anything else that’s different and you’re an ugly man

this hunt against Imane the Algerian boxer just feels like a collective effort from conservatives to publicly shame a woman for not looking like their version of traditionally feminine

and you know what's funny? It's that the same flock of "feminist" going after Imane and straight up asking her DNA test results will weep against the "scrutinization of the female body". Bestie, there are hardly anything more (biologically) intimate than your FREAKING GENETICS. Are they for real?? And then weirdo smartasses will be like "if he doesn't show those results, it proves that's a man😏" I DEADASS wouldn't show my DNA results to a flock of haters oddly invested in whatever that's between my legs, are you serious?? I'll side on the TRA on that one : radfemistan and other anti TRA went wayyyy off the rails, this time and obsessing that bad about some's genetic is giving weird and 40s bio essentialist fascism, and it's crazy they don't have self awareness to realize that. Hatred truly blinds..

EVEN IF IMANE EVENTUALLY TURNED OUT TO BE A MAN if will not condone this behavior of anti TRA feminists. Because what people don't understand, it that once you enable it for people you don't like, that shit will come back right against you the next round. Better not play victim then. That's why I'm so embarrassed by all the Black women supporting this mess - we should know more than anything that White people pulling out a hate campaign against a POC (under ANY circumstance) ain't one hill to die on. Because too many times WE have been at the other end of the stick.

Radfemistan discredited itself forever. There's like...no coming back from what they did. I will never trust them ever again when they say they defend GNC women.

And yeah, JK Rowling is one tweet away from full on White supremacy rhetoric under the layer of "defending real women uwu". The Black women who blindly stanned her *after* what she did against Imane will eat their words. Dummies.

[sayitaliano]

Would you say that for you as an Italian that it's easy to understand other romance languages? Which ones are easier to get? Is there one that reading is easier to get than listening (or the opposite)? Do they sound weird/ugly/beautiful in your opinion? Do you think you could hold a conversation with someone where you speak Italian and they speak another romance language?

Ciao! I think the level of understanding depends on the specific Region/area an Italian is born in and on the "ear" a person has in relation to other languages. It's difficult to speak for everyone. Seen that you're asking me, I'm gonna share my personal experience but having studied some of those languages, I probably cannot be a good source for your curiosity (from what I get, you'd like to know as if I hadn't). :)

I have been born in an area in which both Spanish and French have been in control of, so the dialect (not just the Regional language, but my specific hometown version) has influences of both languages, French in particular. My ear has been pretty used to French sounds since when I was born (this dialect is spoken in my family), + my mother studied French (she translated me stuff at times) and I studied French as well in school (middle school) for 3 years. Ofc now I still understand French pretty well (even after having not practiced it for... years, ages prob.): I might not have all the vocabs I would like to have in my mind, I might have forgotten even some grammar rules (which prob makes it a bit more complicated for me to speak correctly), but the basics are still with me and I could survive especially by speaking it (I might wonder at least about accents for some written words, e.g.).

Now Spanish. Friends, don't hate me but Spanish is somewhat similar to Italian: we often say "you only need to add an s at the end of each word" jokingly (ofc that's not true, but it's true that we share some words and... something else too). I have been studying Spanish on my own for a while in the past and I admit, despite never having paid attention to verbs' conjugations, I still could manage to write with some online friends and basically make little to no mistake... I followed "the sound". When it comes to spoken Spanish, I still get basically everything, despite again I haven't really been practicing too much recently and I might have forgotten some vocabs. At first it only required me to practice listening a lot and form a good vocabulary through interviews and other stuff, and then I simply tried writing (and speaking a bit). Btw as mentioned in the past, my ear is a little more used to South American Spanish, but I get Spain's as well. Ofc I am referring only to "standard" Spanish here, if that is a thing: if you wanted to talk with me in e.g. Catalàn, I might get something but probably be less accurate (Idk, we can try). Same thing goes for French ofc! I meant only "standard" French, no Regional: listening to the ESC last year for example, I really couldn't get the song's lyrics too in detail (or maybe at all lol).

As for Portuguese, again I have studied it a little: at first I only could get a few words and understand some others from sentence's general meaning (spoken Portuguese was a little more intricate despite almost sounds as a couple of our Regional languages mixed together -jk), but then after understanding the sound, I started getting a little more also in the spoken language. I don't have a huge vocabulary so I'm still pretty behind when it comes to understanding, writing and speaking it (speaking always comes a little bit more difficult to me: I need to have a good amount of vocabs to start). I mean in both in Brazilian's and Portugal's ones (focused a little more on Brazilian's tbh). But I still can get something here and there, if people speak more slowly.

When it comes to Romanian, I can understand some words in their written form; not sure as for the spoken one cause I have never had the chance to try speaking/listening to it (at least paying attention to it) despite my interactions with some Romanians.

Going back to Regional languages, even just Italians' are way too different in how they're formed... I cannot get everything people say, especially when they speak fast. And especially when it comes to Regional languages that are far from the one/s I have been in contact with the most, like those from the center/south or in the north-east, or that use different languages influences (Ladino, Patois... e.g. in Patois I understand counting as it's basically in French). It depends on what they say, if I have already heard that or not. If I know the word's meaning or not (or if I can at least guess it from the rest of the sentence: but many times it's hard even to do so).

Now, I know there are other Romance languages I haven't mentioned but understanding them, for me, depends on the sounds, my vocabulary knowledge, how the sentence is buildt and if I can relate them somehow to Latin (which I studied as well for 5.5 years in school so maybe it helps me too)? To me, every language sounds beautiful honestly, exactly because it has its own sounds and rules that make it different from another. And not just Romance ones.

As for holding a convo with someone speaking another language (supposing that I don't know it, not even by chance)... Idk, probably only a basic convo? I guess I might end up using gestures or sth to help the communication at a certain point. The only way to know is to try, any volunteer? :)

Did I answered everything? I hope so!

I forgot: in general you read at your own pace so prob reading is easier than listening to a native who speaks fast, no matter the language, especially in the beginning. But it's of help in keep practicing listening in order to get to their level.

[mimibwi]

It is very obvious that bh is pushing tkk and ynm in official content. It is smart from a business point of view! Service the fandom with the most famous ships to make them happy and so they can spend more money! but from an ethical point of view, they took it so far that it became ugly and the members are getting harassed everyday because of it!

It is very obvious that bh is pushing tkk and ynm in official content.

But the thing is it isn’t “obvious” and I will even venture to say it isn’t there— at least not in the way people claim it is. As someone who’s been on the other side of this shipper logic for a long time, I just don’t see what it is that many of you do. I’ve seen so many people say that these two ships, especially Taekook, are being forced for the past year. And I’m just confused because where is this content y’all are speaking about, what exactly was done to “push” these ships because apparently they weren’t pushed to me. All i’ve seen from them is—

Yoonmin- *that ad thing they did, their albums being around the same time, jimin at Yg’s concert, weverse live and comments, *yoongi putting his arm around Jimin for 3 seconds in a video that was filmed months ago,

Taekook- the movie premiere and hangout, pictures being LEAKED of them going who knows where, the insta live, vhopekook hangout and 2 minute live, weverse mentions and comments, *Tae sitting next to JK and balancing a box on his head(?) in a video from months ago, maybe there’s more but it doesn’t change much for me.

*BH controlled content

Those just seem like dudes being bros to me. Most of these are not official so I don’t see where BH’s influence comes in. Are you implying they’re telling Tae to drag Jk along with him on hangouts and make sure to get photographed or forcing Jimin to go to Yoongi’s concert and comment on his welive. This logic is so ridiculous to me and I can never get behind it.

The most I can agree with when it comes to this is that the editors see moments and say it’s cute and they put it in cause they know we’ll enjoy it. Even still, this happens for many, if not all, ships so I don’t see any particular disparities in which one is “pushed”. Shippers just see the ones that they look out for more and unfortunately toxic shippers keep tabs on both their favorite and the “threatening” ships to make it this competition. Many of you go into content with obvious biases and expectations so it’s not surprising shippers throw temper tantrums when things don’t go their way. Like why are shippers pre-mad that a ship would be pushed or another won’t be shown in content that isn’t even announced yet (Memories 2022)? With this mindset Tkk is going to be called fs no matter how much they interact, even if your favorite ship is all over it. I just want to point out the hypocrisy in that.

Another thing is that many shippers don’t notice when their feelings for different shipper fandoms start causing them to be impartial to the actual ship. Taekookers and their habit of making things out to be more than it is makes it seem like Taekook did the world of things now everyone is convinced they’re being forced/push. Shippers do not represent the ship so the fact that Taekook is getting looked down on like this because some Taekookers are annoying is so fucking sad. Like i was so surprised when i first heard about the whole “Tkk being push” thing because I thought we were all happy for them, especially after their conversation in ITS1. Although I don’t think what we see online necessarily represents who is close or not, I was just glad they hung out *shrugs*. I am sure many of you were too but I guess the hate for Taekookers outweighs the love for the boys sometimes.

but from an ethical point of view, they took it so far that it became ugly and the members are getting harassed because of it.

I think shippers use this argument to take a lot of accountability away from them and to justify their emotions and actions when things don’t go their way. I’ve seen shippers use this and similar arguments to be hateful towards the members and i’m sorry but that doesn’t cut it. Even if BH is pushing ships (i still don’t agree btw) it’s no one’s fault that shippers act the way they do. Take some accountability for once. Even if they show a ship more, them and the members haven’t done anything for any shipper to be convinced that relationship is real. BH isn’t forcing us to ship these men and even if they were, we have enough autonomy to choose not to. There’s no gun to our head when we get into our delusions and some shippers get so out of touch that they get upset at the possibility of their delusions and beliefs not being real. Even if you get a little disappointed (i think a little is understandable) you need to know who you’re emotions should be aimed at and a lot of it should be to yourself not the boys or BH, that’s just a cop out.

Anyway @/BH let’s push some more!!! While you’re at it, push some others lemme see something👀.

✨btw anon, me saying “you” or calling out shipper behavior isn’t me saying you exhibit that behavior— I don’t even know you like that lol— I’m just speaking in a general sense :))

[theliterateape]

Bullies Are a Crucial Part of Our Development

by Don Hall

One of the interesting pieces of information from the Free Press podcast The Witch Trials of JK Rowling is early on when Rowling, long before being branded a TERF and attacked en masse by the bizarre misogyny of the trans activists online, joins an early chat room for fans of her books.

She joins anonymously. She discovers that these young fans of her books that espouse the horrors of bullying and exclusionary behavior are bullies within their own ranks. If someone joins as a newbie and doesn't quite know the specifics of the books, they are shamed out of the chat room as posers or false fans. Ask the wrong question, get the order of the houses wrong, and the piranhas came out to tear bone from flesh in a digital sense.

"I got teased my entire school life. What they were picking on I don't even understand. It was my skin color. Then when I got older, it was about my breasts." — Rihanna

"Being teased for being ugly, having a big nose, being annoying.'Your laugh is funny, you're weird, why do you always sing, why are you so into theater, why do you do your make-up like that?'

"I used to be called a slut, be called this, be called that, I didn't even want to go to school sometimes." — Lady Gaga

Comedian Chris Rock calls being bullied "the defining moment of my life. . . it made me who I am." He told BET in 2014 that his experience as the only Black kid in his grade "for most of the time" contributed to the abuse. On Inside the Actor's Studio in 2007, Rock thanked the boys that “kicked my ass, spit in my face, and kicked me down the stairs” for making him the man he is today. He doesn't specifically thanks the kids who threw "water balloons with poo" at him, but that happened, too. He later turned his experiences into the sitcom Everybody Hates Chris, which he says is all true: "I got beat up just about every day. I got called [the word that can't even written out it's so reviled but starts with an 'n' so now you just said it in your head] every single day."

"I was bullied quite a lot when I was growing up in my Peking Opera School. I allowed myself to be bullied because I was scared and didn't know how to defend myself. I was bullied until I prevented a new student from being bullied. By standing up for him, I learned to stand up for myself." — Jackie Chan

What we fail to recognize (or admit) is that we are all bullies depending on the circumstances and our personal rationale of righteousness. To be human is to use whatever power you can gather to put down your perceived enemies. The more enemies you see, the greater potential you will unlock that bully superpower and reign hell upon as many of them as possible.

The reason Robert Louis Stevenson's Jekyll/Hyde tale (or Stan Lee's Hulk take on the same story) resonates is that each of us knows intuitively that we have that Hyde part of our brains. Like poverty, wherein it would only take two or three bad decisions to lead most of us to be living inside a box under an overpass, the inner cruelty within each one of us only takes two or three misfortunes to lead us into joining a mob to destroy someone we hate or, like Michael Douglas in Falling Down, find ourselves too far down the Hyde road to ever turn back.

When I was a kid the only thing worse than being bullied was tattling on the bully—seeking authority to deal with the problem. Appealing to a teacher was an admission of weakness.

Given that I was the perpetual new kid at every school I attended until eighth grade, there was always that kid for whom I felt a burning envy. It was the cool kid. The kid with a lot of friends who could hold court. The kid with a really cute girlfriend. The kid with newer clothes and better shoes.

When we landed in Peoria, AZ, there was a huge presence in our neighborhood of Cub Scouts. I used to troll around my neighborhood and beat up Cub Scouts regularly.

It wasn’t that I hated the Scouts. I admired them. I wanted to be them. They were a group to which I couldn’t belong because, in order to be a Cub Scout, your mom had to be able to buy you the required uniform. No uniform, no admission to the club. They would gather together in those uniforms and laugh and do activities together. They compared merit badges and were thrilled when someone received a new one.

At the time my mother was working several jobs and had had her only vehicle repossessed by her ex-husband. She wouldn’t allow us to refer to our tiny family of three as poor. We were broke but never poor, she would tell my sister and I. But the sting of exclusion due solely because of our brokeness felt bad. It felt unfair, unjust. This exclusion pissed me off in ways I was unprepared to understand.

So I used to walk around the neighborhood and start fights with Cub Scouts. Sometimes there were a couple together and my unbound rage would still pick the fight and I’d come home beaten but not deterred. More often than not, I’d encounter one of them blithely headed home or to school or to a Cub Scout meeting and just beat the living shit out of this blameless kid whose parents had the cash to shell out for something beyond my reach.

It was the poison of envy, the venomous result of jealousy, the baneful consequence of comparison.

I can only imagine what a horror it must be to be a chubby kid looking at countless pictures of bodies in better shape, lit for maximum appeal, on beaches, and in forests. Beautiful, thin people enjoying a hunk of cheese in Paris or a plate of pasta in Rome. As if advertising wasn't a noxious enough monster, social media is designed to foment envy.

I've told the story of beating up Cub Scouts onstage and the resulting opinion is usually that I was a real cunt as a kid. That pummeling other kids because their parents had more money than my mother was the move of a true cocksucker, a jackass of nearly epic proportions. "Maybe you shouldn't tell that story," mentioned the producer of The Moth. "It makes you seem like such a bully."

He was right. It does.

Bullies exist for a myriad of reasons but our response to them is the lockstep of self improvement. Without those bullies, we don't learn in our bones to stand up for ourselves, to refine our sense of right and wrong, to build the emotional muscle to handle the pressure.

Why decide to improve yourself when you can go online and shit all over anyone with a Cub Scout uniform? Who has the time to drop a few pounds, get a haircut, learn something new, create something unique when you're spending five or six hours a day looking at people you deem better than you in comparison and deserving of some sort of punishment for no other reason than your butt-hurt feelings?

I was a bitter little asshole beating up those whom I suffered in comparison. I allowed, at eight years old, my station in life to determine a path of feeling that life was just so goddamned unfair that I would let my unrestrained anger at those I deemed culpable for the injustice run wild. At the time I was told by school counselors and my beleaguered mother that it was simply unacceptable that I take out my malevolence upon kids with (what I saw as) rich parents. I was told and ultimately taught to channel that anger into bettering my situation, taking responsibility for my station in life, and leaving the other kids alone.

I was taught that those who let poverty and deprivation define them would always feel maligned by life and that there would always be people who had more than I did. Learn to make the most of what you have rather than punish those with more. Poverty was not a liability but merely an obstacle to circumvent and that rage was like taking a hammer to a wall that couldn’t be broken, only climbed over.

As I grew older, I held onto these lessons yet I still had the anger.

By the time I got to seventh grade my sense of injustice became a bit more refined, though it still resembled a bludgeon rather than a scalpel. I found in my tendency to be a genuine smartass to a group of Latino kids who decided the band nerd with the big mouth was deserving of his own beat down. One fall day, when Victor Rodriguez (who was a small seventh grader but who held great influence on a grouping of much larger boys) was terrorizing a couple of other band kids, I crudely made fun of his size.

Later that day, two of his bigger comrades beat me in the hallway and, in a bizarre stereotype of a nerd versus bullies scenario, stuffed me in my locker. I cried for help for twenty minutes until a teacher let me out.

Thus began a months-long campaign between Victor and his allies to find opportunities to beat me up routinely. Every week I came home with another injury and every week my poor mother was furious. She went to the vice principal a number of times to complain but he was already so overloaded with similar situations, mine became just one more skirmish on the pile.

He often explained that Victor came from a broken home and that his mother was working several jobs. His brother was in prison and he was “acting out” as if this all comprised a solid excuse for he and his buddies pummeling me. My mother never explained that she was divorced, also working several jobs, and that I wasn’t beating anyone up (anymore...). I had, apparently, learned some sort of lesson from my days as the Cub Scout Bully and my mom was not in the habit of making excuses for me. She was raised by a man who told her “Even a good excuse is still just a fucking excuse.”

One day, Victor and his gang chased me home from school and I ran into the house. Mom was so angry, she chased the boys away in her nightgown, brandishing a chrome vacuum extender. After, she gave me the metal tube and told me to defend myself.

I kept it in my locker. It was more a reminder that I could use it not that I would. Then, a few weeks later, when Victor stole my science textbook and started ripping pages out of it for fun, I did use it.

Victor’s mother was, of course, furious and explained that he was poor and brown and didn’t deserve to be hit with a pipe. His bullying wasn’t his fault, she snarled. It was society’s. When the vice principal furiously asked my mother what she was going to do about this (holding up a slightly bent chrome tube with a bit of blood on it) my mother defiantly replied “I’m gonna get him another sweeper piece.”

Still years later, as a young middle school teacher, I was positioned in a school on the west side of Chicago surrounded by kids like Victor. The overwhelming stories of fathers, uncles, and brothers in prison, of single mothers working multiple jobs, of clothes handed down for three sets of children were coupled by a split population in response. Most of the kids seemed to do their best at school and in their lives, learning what they could, engaging in the social experiment of American school. Others were just like me when I was terrorizing Cub Scouts except now they were in gangs.

These kids I understood.

Later, in high school, I had slowly developed into the role of the biggest nerd on the campus. I was in debate, hung with three other boys who were the smartest kids in school, did theater, band, and choir. I was, on the other hand, as big as many of the athletes so it was my duty to protect my nerd friends from the bullies. If high school was filled with random versions of Chris Makepeace, I was a more chatty Adam Baldwin in an odd version of 1980's My Bodyguard.

Without having been a bully to the Cub Scouts and being bulled by Victor, I wouldn't have had the experience of understanding my Hyde in relationship to my Jekyll.

Bullies are not only the obstacles that force us to live with that duality, they are necessary. If a kid crumbles from being mobbed upon while on the strange horrorshow known as social media, he hasn't built up the emotional resilience required to live in the world of human beings, all equally Jekyll and Hyde in turns.

[whyse7vn]

BOYFRIEND -

[ot7 x reader]

GOLDEN

8 participants - 8 online

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jimin: do you think i can give yeontan body dysmorphia if i show him pictures of those racer dogs??

cuz their like tall and skinny

and he’s like short and round

y/n: this one sided beef is insane

hobi: jimin wtf is wrong with you

tae: LEAVE MY DOG ALONe

he literally bit you once and all you fucking do is talk shit about him

jimin: fucking ugly nepo baby

ur lucky i don’t cook him and feed him to crabs

yoongi: get a grip

jk: guys how does birth control control birth

tae: it kills growing babies in the womb with lazers i think

hobi: what

jk: ok that makes sense

hobi: ?? no it doesn’t

jk: i wish i could control birth

jimin: abortion

yoongi: jungkook should of been

y/n: YOONGI

yoongi: sorry :3

jk: you think i could perform a abortion

jin: preform a shower

jimin: perform a diet

jin: perform a love life

jimin: perform youth

jin: perform a family that actually loves you

tae: woah

namjoon: ok

calculated all our living expenses and we need to cut down a lot

like we spend so much every month it’s not funny

what can we live without?

yoongi: jungkook probably

jin: OUR living expenses?

we do not live together!!!

tae: tf is a living expense?

y/n: is that from our silly little shared black card?

tae: WE HAVE A SHARED BLACK CARD??/!/!

yoongi: you guys still use that??

jk: i use it to rent fish

hobi: you can rent fish?

jk: yeah

i like to set them free

jimin: that feels illegal

jk: i ate one once tho

it was really sad :/

but i was really hungry

hobi: wtf

jimin: i only use that card for netflix and alcohol btw!!!!!

can’t have my accountant thinking i’m an alcoholic

namjoon: whose been using the card to pay for flights?

hybe pays for all our flights i don’t see why we’ve spent over 4 billion won on flights in the last two months when we’ve all been in korea

tae: HYBE PAYS FOR OUR FLIGHTS????

y/n: yeah are you stupid?

tae: SO WHY HAVE I BEEN GIVING JK MONEY EVERY TIME WE FLY?!

jk: is that money not for our lion we sponsored in africa?

tae: our what?

jk: lion

tae: what

jk: roar meow

🦁

that thing

jin: ofc you sponsored a lion in africa

yoongi: meow

y/n: HOLD ON 4 BILLION WON ON FLIGHTS IN 2 MONTHS???????

THATS INSANE??2£:&;&;&(

jk: we did ^_^!!!

our lion is called reggie and i get sent photos of him sometimes

i love him

jimin: i’ll shoot him

jk: TAKE THAT BACK NOW

jimin: i won’t

jk: NAMJOON TELL HIM TO TAKE IT BACK RN

namjoon: jimin take that back rn

jimin: no

namjoon: i tried!

jk: FUCK YOU

tae: you’ve been using my flight money for a lion??????????

jk: yeah!

didn’t know it was flight money tho

thought it was lion money lol

you know hybe pays for our flights right??

tae: stop speaking to me rn

jk: did i say something wrong????

namjoon: anyways

jungkook you need to stop buying fish

jk: who will set them free if i don’t 😰

hobi: SET ME FREEEEEE

namjoon: jimin chill out on the alcohol

jimin: you only live once namjoon

namjoon: it’s actually concerning how much you’ve bought THIS week

it’s for your own good

jimin: sighs

namjoon: and who tf is taking ubers everywhere we do have drivers yk??

not to mention that’s really fucking dangerous

yoongi: lmao what an idiot

y/n: lol 😅😅😅

yoongi: ????are you silly do you know how dangerous that is

ESPECIALLY for you

y/n: but they are so convenient!!!

and our drivers take soooooooo long

think about it if i didn’t take a uber yesterday i would of been late for our thing yesterday

that’s not cool is it???

yoongi: idc

i would rather you be late than dead in a ditch cuz ur uber driver was a deranged fan

y/n: booo

yoongi: next time you call one of our drivers or i’ll come and get you

ok?

y/n: ok

tae: i could come a get you lol

jk: ME TOO

I CAN

I WILL

ILL GET YOU RN

hobi: are you not in the same house?

tae: btw namjoon can’t get you lol

cuz yk he can’t drive

so he couldn’t come and get you

i’m just saying

i’m just putting it out there

someone you fuck doesn’t know how to drive

you should drop him

cuz what if you was dying and needed him asap no newjeans

he couldn’t come

cuz he can’t drive

just saying btw

namjoon: i think she gets it

shut the fuck up

jimin: LMAOOOO

namjoon: moving on whoever ordered a box of steak for 10k needs to give me the fucking card back

hobi: ok wtf

i needed that steak

jimin: who tf orders meat

y/n: that sounds gross as hell i hope it was same day delivery

hobi: i’m a chef in the making

namjoon: ur wasting money on stupid shit

hobi: ur just mad you don’t have a 10k golden stake like..

jin: namjoon ur being stingy ass hell

money is money

and we have a lot of it???

who cares what we spend it on?

jk: all unsponsored lions in africa

they care

namjoon: could you guys just be a little more responsible with our money please

just with this card at least

idc what you buy with ur own money but please for the love of god at least give me false hope in believing you are all responsible adults that can make sensible financial decisions

yoongi: thought he was an atheist

jin: that’s what im saying “for the love of god” do u even know him 😭

hobi: does he even want ur love namjoon?

jk: u wrote a lot of words there joon so i’m not gonna read it

but i hope i can still buy my fish

i’ll even get small ones if that makes you happy

y/n: would getting tae a bbl be a responsible financial decision?

tae: can i actually get the card pls

wait what????????????

y/n: or jimin do you want the bbl

jimin: I DO NOT NEED A BBL WHAT THE FUCK??

namjoon: ….

you guys are really fucking annoying yk that?

jimin: DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT SHE JUST SAID

SHE BASICALLY CALLED ME FLAT!!!!

jk: at least it wasn’t fat!

jin: should of been 😒

jimin: OHMYGOD AM I FLAT??

DO I NEED A BBL GUYS OMGS

pls BE HONEST OMG DO I NEED A FUCKING BBL ?

tae: send pics so i can tell you

jimin: SHUT THE FUCK UP

tae: ok wtf i was only trying to help you :/

namjoon can i have the card pls pls pls pls

namjoon: no

y/n: hey ur not flat!!!!!

jimin: SO WHY WOULD YOU SAY I NEED A BBL????

y/n: i asked if you wanted one

i didn’t say that you needed one

jimin: do you think i’m flat

y/n: no!!!!!

jimin: ohmygod i’m gonna kms she thinks i’m flat

yoongi: can you read

jk: y/n can you come home i’m really sad namjoon just cancelled my fish rental for next tuesday

y/n: namjoon give him back his fish rental

namjoon: no

jk: y/n come HOME

y/n: can’t!

jaehyun says hi btw

jk: TELL HIM TO KILLHIMSELF /£:£;7:7,

hobi: so this relationship is for real???

namjoon: can we not

jimin: look at him getting defensive 💀

namjoon: how was that defensive??

i just don’t want us to all argue again

jimin: you can just say ur jealous joon

namjoon: shut up

tae: i’m jealous

hobi: we don’t care

jin: so like can jaehyun drive?

y/n: he can do a lot of things >\\\<

yoongi: don’t care

jimin: LMAOOOOO

wow this is really the best thing to happen to us

y/n: us???

he’s MY boyfriend

tae: my chest just caved in

jimin: sorry yeah he’s your BOYFRIEND

yoongi: we fucking get it omg

moving on

hobi: HEHEHEHEHEHEHE

yoongi: tf you giggling for

jk: HEY UR NOT ALLOWED TO GIGGLE

UR RULES HOBI 😡

hobi: today is cheat day

i have to giggle

jk: can i giggle?

hobi: y/n has a boyfriend

jk: SHUT UPSSIJ SHUTUOPSOOOO SDKKDDJDJDJDJDMMEJDJDJEJDJJSJEIDJDJSJDJDJDJDJDJDJDJJDDJJCKXJDJKDKX

namjoon: ok can we solve this card issue

tae: can i have the card pls i need to buy something to stop my heartbeat for a while

namjoon: shut up

hobi: y/n does this mean ur friends with nct now

can i like join them??

pls ask

y/n: ok

jin: omg should we have have a party??

nct x bts

yoongi: no

y/n: can you guys stop trying to cause arguments rn

jin: idk what she’s taking about

hobi: right like??

jimin: think it has something to do with her BOYFRIEND but idk

y/n: …..

jin: so what are you and your BOYFRIEND doing today???

y/n: STOP LAMSOSO

yoongi: so it’s funny now?

y/n: are you fr?

yoongi: i’m just saying lmao

namjoon: ok lets not do this again guys!!

jk: i wish i could do life again

namjoon: ok!

so whose been paying for these flights?

hobi: could be y/n and her BOYFRIEND

y/n: hoseok

hobi: ok sorry last one i’m sorry i’m sorry

jk: do you think reggie has had to deal with heart break like this???

jimin: here he goes 🙄

hobi: bet you all my money he will be drunk in the next hour

jin: hour???

i say the next 5 minutes

namjoon: guys the card??

jimin: namjoon we don’t care??

namjoon: i will punch you in the fucking face

jimin: WOAH??????????

y/n: joon omg

hobi: LMAOSODODJFJ

yoongi: real

jin: i’ll record !!!

tae: my gf said that to me once…

hobi: ??

tae: SIGHS

y/n: i’ll record?

tae: no wtf

the punch you in the face part

y/n: hey i said that

tae: yeah 😞…. yeah you did 😞

jimin: GUYS THERE IS A FUCKING FROG IN MY REFRIGERATOR

IM NOT JOKING

WHY IS THERE A FROG IN THERE

OHMUGOF

GUYS HELP ME

OSHDJCKDJCJD

PLS OHMUGSICODODKF

HELDPDOFKDKFN

JSNDNDND

7:& nfkcjemc

PLS

WHSUSHD WHAT THE FUCKCCKDN

ITS JUMPING IN MY FUCKINH FRIFGE EW EWEW GUYS WHAT THE HELL

jin: always knew he was dirty

hobi: free frog legs

y/n: don’t die

tae: namjoon can i have the black card

yoongi: give up

jimin: THERE IS TWO OF THEM

TWO FUCKMG FROGS HELSODKNDNDNC

HSNDELP HELP

PLS OM BEGHINF

HELP ME

NAMJOON

NAMJOON

NAMJOON

NAMJOON

NmJSODKFNDNCJDJDJJCKC

EW

HELP ME

namjoon: help urself

jk: aw man :/

i feel so sorry for them

birth control ❤️

namjoon: what are you talking about

jk: namjoon i booked a fight to belgium

namjoon: im sorry?

jk: i forgive you

don’t be sorry

chin up king

hobi: tf he yapping about

jk: my fish are going to belgium

yoongi: what

jin: the rented ones?

tae: let’s kill jaehyun

y/n: the 4 billion in 2 months was jungkook?

jk: my fish are ₩20,000 per bucket

not 4 billion the heck

yoongi: wow i’m losing my mind being in this gc

hobi: we can replace you with woozi lol

yoongi: say something like that again and i will break ur neck

hobi: ok WOAH

guys do you see how aggressive he is like???

that’s not right at all

jimin: THE FROGSGUYS OLS OHMUGSICODKDKNDDNDNDN

HELDPDOFKDKDND ENDNCNFMNCNXJDNC

namjoon: jungkook have you been using the card to pay for flights

jk: hybe pays for our fights

namjoon: ok but why did you say you booked a flight to Belgium then???

hobi: its like talking to a 7yr old

jk: no

namjoon: no?

jin: wow he’s making me want to kms

hobi: the soju has taken over!

jk: birth control!

yoongi: shut the fuck up

jk: aw man

who wants fish????

yoongi left “GOLDEN”

namjoon left “GOLDEN”

jin left “GOLDEN”

tae: i’m sorry man

send me those card details later tho!

tae left “GOLDEN”

jimin: WHERE ARE YOU FUCKINGGOFING MY FUCKING FRIDGE HAS FOGS IN IT COME BACK NOW

hobi left “GOLDEN”

y/n left “GOLDEN”

jk: good talk team

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[eyedisguised]

IF YOU SEE COUNT OLAF COUNT TO ZERO, SCREAM & RUN AWAY! RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN   OR  DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE 

[kmjuseyo]

I’ve been reading a lot of Jikook fanfics lately and thought of compiling my favorites that I’ve read so far. I’ll add more later on. :)

These fics gave me massive butterflies, angst, ugly crying, fluff, and punch to the heart feels, so please suffer with me.

Also, I made a more organized page for my fic recs which you can find here (open on browser) for easier fic finding!

*List Updated: 08.26.2023* Hi friends, I’m currently writing my own fic so recommendation updates will come slower until I finish my story. ♥

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By disneykoo

✼ just another game (that you lose)     enemies to lovers, Overwatch centric, gamer JK

✼ just another game (between us two) (short sequel to JAG)     established relationship, Overwatch centric, gamer JK

✼ necktarines     established relationship, vampire JK, human JM

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By annie_vi

✼ Stories Above Concrete         strangers to lovers, apartment neighbors JKK

✼ Whispers and Sunlight         strangers to lovers, a/b/o, royalty au, prince JM     (the very first a/b/o fic I’ve ever read and it’s *chef’s kiss*)

✼ Like Everything Glows     strangers to lovers, merpeople fantasy au, merman JM     (highly recommend listening to the suggested songs)

✼ Like The Sun Came Out (one-shot sequel to LEG)     strangers to lovers, merpeople fantasy au, merman JM

✼ Screwed Up and Brilliant     strangers to lovers, escort JK

✼ Seeds of a Broken Heart     strangers to lovers, dancers JKK

✼ Love as Fast as Light     best friends to lovers, fake relationship, singer JK

✼ Boxing the Stars     strangers to lovers, uni student JK, barista JM

✼ Fold It Up Like Origami     strangers to lovers, ldr, model JM, gamer JK

✼ Drop Like Confetti     strangers to lovers, friends with benefits, CEO JK, uni student JM     (age swap and the age gap is pretty big)

✼ Sweet Words and Fevers     enemies to lovers, enemies with benefits, journalists JKK

✼ The Midnight Streets Are Running Red     childhood bestfriends/enemies to lovers, superhero au, hero JM

✼ How Villains Are Made (sequel to TMSARR)     established relationship, superhero au, hero JM

✼ Wicked and Wild Wind     strangers to lovers, royalty au, prince JK, thief JM

✼ Two Can Play That Game     strangers to lovers, lots of fluff, single dad JK  

✼ Leave a Light On     childhood bestfriends to lovers, royalty au, princes JKK  

✼ All in Bloom     strangers to lovers, lots of fluff, actor JM, wedding planner JK

✼ Armed With a Spray Can Soul     strangers to lovers, light fluff, police officer JM

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By annie_vi, Charmander

✼ Secret Keeping, Stop the Bleeding     exes to lovers, actor JM, tattoo artist JK     (tw: emotional/psychological abuse, gaslighting)

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By Charmander

✼ Devil Dog     strangers to lovers, friends with benefits, military au, wolf hybrid JK

✼ Eight Count     strangers to lovers, ballet dancer JM, boxer/single dad JK

✼ Learning Curve     friends to lovers (sort of), lots of fluff, professor JM, uni student JK     (age gap is pretty big, tw: recreational drug use)

✼ beauty is of soft whisperings     strangers to lovers, photographer JK

✼ Seeking Alpha         strangers to lovers, a/b/o, online dating au    (mentions of mpreg, very fluffy)  

✼ Burn For You       best friends to lovers, regency au         (there’s a het pairing/mmf threesome but can easily be skipped)

✼ Dreaming in Lucid Fire     strangers to lovers, lots of fluff, artist JM, game dev/single dad JK     (age swap and the age gap is pretty big)

✼ show a little more     strangers to lovers, burlesque au, dancer JM

✼ A Crown Called Content     strangers/enemies to lovers, a/b/o, royalty au, prince JM     (mentions of mpreg, has a Game of Thrones vibe with the factions)

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By mockturtletale

✼ track 3     rainy day au, canon divergent

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By caughtinjimin

✼ Deadly Match     strangers/enemies to lovers, enemies with benefits, mafia au

✼ When The Heedless Sun Captures The Moon     childhood bestfriends to lovers, unrequited love angst     (there’s some het pairing moments for story development)

✼ Fools Game     childhood bestfriends/enemies to lovers, unrequited love angst

✼ La Petite Mort         strangers/lovers/enemies to lovers, fantasy creatures au, vampire JM         (temporary/brief mcd)

✼ Jamais Vu (short prequel to LPM, can be standalone)     strangers to lovers, fantasy creatures au, vampire JM, single dad JK     (temporary/brief mcd, massive spoilers for LPM)

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By islandbreeze

✼ everything i know brings me back to us      exes to lovers, officemates JKK

✼ ours are the moments i play in the dark     best friends to lovers, unrequited love angst, veterinarian JK

✼ dancing with our hands tied     exes to lovers, nurse JM

✼ to be alone with you     strangers to lovers, idol JM, webtoon artist JK

✼ you made your mark on me     hickeygate au, canon divergent

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By Lssimpson999

✼ Till My Last Breath     established relationship, massive angst, mcd     (hurts too much - read it once and it destroyed me)

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By moonboymin

✼ fingertips     strangers to lovers, CEO JM, uni student JK     (lots of fluff, the slowest burn ever)

✼ wishbone     childhood bestfriends/strangers to lovers, unrequited love angst     (lots of fluff, slow burn but not like ‘fingertips’)

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By JMoonChildWrites

✼ Call and Answer (series)         ⋆ Calling His Name         ⋆ Call and Answer         ⋆ Sweet Surprises         ⋆ Clarion Call (can be a standalone)              canon divergent from Boy With Luv era onwards

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By Hyejin7

✼ Chasing Memories     childhood friends/strangers/enemies to lovers, officemates JKK     (tw: mentions of drug use, underage sex but can easily be skipped)

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By humblestart1

✼ The President’s Detail     strangers to lovers, secret service agents JKK     (brief mmm threesome scene that can easily be skipped,     tw: mental illness, drug addiction/overdose, kidnapping)

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By Ashlyn17

✼ Park Jimin's Guide to Good Housekeeping     strangers to lovers, fantasy creatures au, brownie JM

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By Ramyani  

✼ You're My All And More (Breathe)     strangers/lovers/exes to lovers, photographer JK, doctor JM

✼ Racing Home At Sunset     childhood bestfriends/strangers to lovers, farmhand JM     (there’s some het pairing moments for story development as early     as the beginning but can easily be skipped)  

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By Daisyjjang  

✼ a dose of salt     strangers/enemies to lovers, hospital au, doctors JKK     (it says 9/10 chapters, but it’s basically a completed fic)

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By kookminstars

✼ we don’t talk together     exes to lovers, pilot JK, flight attendant JM

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By Chimneycricket

✼ The Family Jewels     strangers to lovers, prince JM, uni student JK     (very fluffy — “it’s so fluffy, I’m gonna die” level)

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By serendiplini

✼ Black Swan     strangers to lovers, lots of fluff, makeup guru JK, dancer JM

✼ sweetener     friends to lovers, lots of fluff, a/b/o, baker JM     (mentions of mpreg, very funny)

✼ Sea of Stars     strangers to lovers, photographer JK, aspiring model JM

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By NaHe  

✼ The Jeon Pack     childhood friends/enemies to lovers (sort of), a/b/o, head alpha JK     (mpreg, tw: mentions of human/omega trafficking for side characters)

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By Lady_Siha  

✼ Draw Me From Memory     exes to lovers, artist JM, nude model JK

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By jiminslattae (drpuffles)

✼ in paradise     friends to lovers, summer romance au     (tw: past emotional abuse)

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By dontknowwhatimdoing  

✼ Until I Met You      strangers to lovers, rapper JK, waiter/server JM     (tw: mentions of drug use/addiction)

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By pjungkook  

✼ through the lens     enemies to lovers, actors JKK

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By 7timesSana, aled7  

✼ I moved the sun so he could see the moon     exes to lovers (sort of), magical creatures au, vampire JK, human JM

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By Yasutora  

✼ until the spring comes again, until the flowers bloom again      strangers/enemies/friends to lovers, a/b/o, unique omega JM     (mentions of mpreg, tw: brief mentions of past sexual assault)

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By Rose_gold715

✼ Falling for you again     established relationship, memory loss, dancer JM, lawyer JK     (tw: talks/depictions of ED and self loathing)

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By Sanji @euphoridipity  

✼ Sign Your Love         strangers to lovers, deaf JM

✼ Stay Away But Close         strangers to lovers, single dad JM

✼ #jikookau: Idol JM, Fan JK         JK is a big fan of pop star JM but he doesn't know oomf is JM     (very very cute and fluffy)

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[hazytaezy]

violet hair & lip rings (m) jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 4,300-ish :)

genre: neighbor jk, neighbors to lovers, reader is v clumsy, jk is a musician, jk has big dick (obviously), various dual POV switches throughout the story (and they are clumsy sorry!) jingle songwriter jk (but hes totally trying to be serious and become a real songwriter!) garden enthusiast reader!

warnings: 18+, language, smut, oral (female receiving),

(author note): okay people!! this is my first full blown spicy one so please let me know what you think!! 

“Jungkook wasn’t expecting much when he moved into the neighborhood. But then you came blazing into his life.”

The first time Jungkook spoke to you, there was fire. Literally. With real flames and all. 

He was having a quiet morning on his porch, fork piercing through the poached egg he had made for himself. He was proud of it, indeed. He had one at his friends and wouldn’t shut up about them, so, Yoongi had sent him essentially a “how to poach an egg for dummies” article that he found online. Even though it was sort of ugly, he was proud that he hadn’t managed to break the yolk before getting outside. 

He wanted to think of himself as outgoing, but the truth was he hadn’t introduced himself to any of his neighbors yet and he wasn’t planning on anytime soon. That was until he saw you running out your backdoor towards the garden hose. Your yard was directly behind his, a fence was the only thing separating the respective properties.

You had a flaming pot in your hands (one that you were holding without any kind of heat protection). Jungkook didn’t know what to look at first. The flames that were practically licking at one of your hands, the knife you were wielding in the other or the mop of electric purple hair piled high on top of your head. Those times Jungkook would catch a flash of violet dash across your yard during golden hour made sense now. 

He didn’t know if he was supposed to do anything. The fence wasn’t high at all. In fact, it came to his waist. So he knows that you know he can see your predicament. You chucked the pot into the nearest empty garden bed that you had and ran for the hose. When it sprang to life you let out a ragged “fuck.” and slumped down into the ground. It was then that you let your gaze drift up. The first place it stuck on was the shocked look of your neighbor, who quickly jerked his eyes to look up at the sky, clearing his throat. 

You stabbed the knife into the ground and kept your gaze on him. He was handsome. That was something you had confirmed when he moved in a month ago. He was quiet too, but it wasn’t like you were any more neighborly. One night you did get a glimpse of a stand up piano and a set of drums in his living room and that piqued your interest. He had to be musician of some kid. It wasn’t like you were out in your yard often, but when you both happened to be out there you would sometimes hear him humming to himself. 

You didn’t know why you never said anything to him. The little bits of information you could gather about him were kept like little golden nuggets of treasure in your pocket. Bit by bit you gathered, or rather assumed, things about him. He was single. At least you hoped. Who were you kidding, if he looked like that after just waking up, there wasn’t a chance in hell he wasn’t already someones person. 

What you didn’t know was that he was collecting bits of knowledge about you too. He learned you had an affinity for ridiculous rain boots. It almost got to the point that he would look forward to rainy days so he could see what your boots would look like that day. He also knew that you could grow the hell out of some plants, but apparently cooking skills didn’t come with the green thumb. 

“It was supposed to be homemade marshmallows.” At first Jungkook didn’t look your way, because why would you choose to talk to him when you probably could talk to anyone you wanted. He figured it was a phone call, but then you continued. “Apparently, it is very bad practice to read a book while making desserts.” You let yourself giggle, because truthfully you half expected it to go this way, but not this horrible. 

The flames were more than quelled at this point, but you kept the hose running as you stood up to walk towards the fence. Leaning against it when you reached the point that met with Jungkook’s yard. “Sorry if I disrupted your morning.” You pointed towards the half eaten egg on his plate. “Looks good.” 

Jungkook really should run things through his mind before he speaks. He’s got this problem with word vomit and right now he’s infected with it. “Do you want one?” Who the hell was he to be offering an egg he just barely learned how to make, but you smiled and nodded your head in acceptance. And that was how Jungkook was swinging the fence door open to let you into his yard. 

“You didn’t by the way.” Your eyebrow quirked up in confusion as you followed behind him and Jungkook amended his statement, rather bumble-y, “You didn’t ruin my morning. I was actually two seconds from calling the fire brigade though.” You laughed as you climbed the stairs to his backdoor together. 

“You honestly should have. Maybe it would have shamed me into not trying new recipes.” 

Jungkook loved when the universe bestowed an easy conversation on him. Or at least something he could actually speak about rather than stuttering and looking stupid in front of you. “I actually tried out a new recipe myself this morning.” When you stepped inside he pointed towards the carton of eggs sitting on his counter, but your attention had been drawn elsewhere. 

You were right. 

Well, mostly. It wasn’t just a piano and a set of drums in his living room. There was also a little mini studio set up in the corner. Outfitted with a mic and soundproof foam on the walls. 

“I think you might have the coolest living room I’ve ever seen.” You ran your fingers along the piano keys and turned towards the mysterious neighbor. 

“You think so?” He laughed and you watched as he bit at his bottom lip. One that, fuck, you hadn’t noticed was pierced until now. That familiar heat crept up over the back of your neck and you were praying that your face hadn’t been assaulted with the warmth. You were a serial blusher. 

“Yeah, I know so. What are you, some secret big artist? I’m sorry, should I be asking for caviar with my eggs too?” You smiled and walked over to where his drums were set up.

“I’m afraid you will be greatly disappointed. I am just a jingle writer.” Jungkook paused. Almost overly cautious to share the next bit. “I dabble in writing my own stuff too...sometimes.” 

Jungkook expected your next question to be like everyone else’s when he shared that he wrote songs, but he would soon learn that you were never ever like everyone else. “Have you ever tried to rhyme with the word orange?” 

…………

That morning you and Jungkook sat in his living room talking about anything and everything under the sun. He even let you try out his drums, which turns out you do not have the coordination for, but he still gave you applause after your little performance. You left with each of you offering a wave and you were off to your own worlds.

It had been a week since you last spoke. It goes without saying that you creepily looked out your window for him if you ever saw movement in the backyard.

It was dewy and you were out in the yard picking the herbs that were ready to be harvested. Basil, mint and a little rosemary. The snap of a stray twig gave him away before he spoke, but you kept your concentration on the task at hand. However hard it was. 

“No plans for arson today?” You knew he was grinning just from the tone of his voice. 

“Not yet. Plotting my next victim.” You twisted around and pointed towards him with your garden shears. He held his hands up and pretended to back away slowly. You pulled the last of the mint off and fully turned towards him. “Would you like some fresh herbs? I’ve got more than I know what to do with.” 

His hands were reaching out before his mouth was answering and Jungkook just knew he looked stupid. Eager and stupid. Of course he wanted your herbs. He wanted anything that had to do with you. 

He watched as you bundled up the different sprigs with twine and tied it into a neat bow. “Let me know if you make something good.” Your hands grazed each others when you passed the bundle to him and you felt like a kid on Christmas. Yes, you were touch starved, but did the universe need to make that very clear by making the very skin that was grazed prickle on your arms. 

That’s when the lightbulb went off in Jungkook’s head. “Actually, I’m having some musician friends over tonight. We were just going to hang out and make drinks. These would be perfect to use.” 

What you would give to be a fly on the wall.

“Would you want to come?” It took everything inside of you to not scream yes. So instead you offered a nod and a quiet “See you then.”  And that had Jungkook beaming. 

…………..

It was actually a crime how much you changed your outfit tonight. You didn’t even know why you suddenly cared, Jungkook literally saw you in your baby yoda pajamas and fuzzy socks the day of the pot fire. But after careful deliberation, you settled on jeans and a black bodysuit. Simple and not at all conveying what you dreamed about him doing to you the night before. 

You crossed through his backyard and walked up the stairs to knock on his door, but it opened before you could even get your hand all the way up. 

“No solicitors.” You couldn’t get the best view of the man by the door before it was being shut in your face again. Confusion would have set in if you hadn’t heard Jungkook whisper yell to his friend. “Tae! Please move!” The sound of a scuffle came through the door and Jungkook swung it open smiling. “Sorry for stupid over there, unfortunately they are both like that.” He pointed towards the couch where the two guys were sitting, smiling just as sweetly as Jungkook. 

Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook had been filling his friends in on his new found friendship with his neighbor before your arrival. “Jungkook, I’m saying this in the nicest way, you need to be fucked and that girl over there is a very good candidate to do that for you.” He shushed Yoongi as if you could hear them all the way from his house. 

“Even if it was like that, she isn’t the kind of person you just fuck.” He was chopping up the herbs you had given him earlier and placing them into little jars. 

“Does someone have a crush?” Taehyung teased, but hell if Jungkook knew. He left out the bits of him quietly observing you since he moved in, so if it looked like he had a crush just from the information he offered them about your last encounter…he was surely screwed. 

He didn’t even know if you already had someone in your life. The both of you didn’t even mention it. He never saw you with anyone and he knows how shady that sounds, but he would notice. At least he felt like he would. Or were you just good at hiding your romantic encounters.

No matter, he tried to shake the thoughts from his head. He wanted you to come over to meet his friends because as soon as he found out you were a music enthusiast he knew they would like you. It also was but wasn’t an opportunity for Jungkook to show off his musical abilities to you. Make you “swoon” as Yoongi had said right before you arrived. 

………………

“So you’re telling me that you think the Stones were objectively better than the Beatles?” Taehyung reached over and grabbed a handful of pretzels off the table, speaking with an already mouthful.

“That’s exactly what I am saying.” You murmured out your answer and you tipped your drinks towards your lips. A fucking fantastic drink that you watched Jungkook make. Your belly warmed as he made a show of using the mint that you had given him earlier. 

“I like you.” Yoongi said as he plucked at the guitar in his hands. You had been an observer in awe for the evening. Watching all of them play a little on their instruments. Strumming out a half written song and even starting to write a new one. It eventually got late enough for Taehyung and Yoongi to say their goodbyes, leaving you and Jungkook sitting on the sofa in his living room. 

“What about you Mr. Jingle? Do you play any of these instruments or is it all a facade?” You nudged his knee with your own and you watched as his hand came up to rub at the nape of his neck. A habit that you had noticed. 

“I do. Actually, I started this new song a few days ago. And I can’t believe I’m saying this, but do you want to hear it?” You couldn’t hide your excitement and honestly Jungkook preferred it that way. 

“Are you fucking kidding? Of course I want to hear it! Wait let me get in an optimal listening position.” You set your drink down and kneeled down to the floor. You spread out and closed your eyes only opening them to look back at Jungkook. “Well, what are ya waiting for?” 

…………….

Jungkook played you one of the best songs you’ve heard yet. It was meaningful and you could tell he poured a lot of emotion into it. The perfect melody wrapped around the words as well. He really knew what he was doing. And that made the butterflies swarm in your stomach.

You made sure that he knew just how much you loved it. Requesting that he play it again and again until you had half memorized the chorus. You would have asked him to keep playing it, but he cut you off with a smile that made up for it.  You went to bed singing the tun and you even caught yourself humming it when you were doing your morning watering in the garden.

You were half asleep. The tossing and turning with thoughts of Jungkook’s mouth and his hair and that stupid fucking lip ring provided you with a horrible nights sleep. 

So when the woman’s voice finally broke through your sleepy ears, you were a bit shooken. You looked up and standing at the gate was a beautiful girl. Probably about the same age as you. Give or take. She had blonde hair that wouldn’t quit and long slender legs. It had you all too consciously hiding your much shorter ones behind the pepper plant you were tending to. “Sorry, could you repeat that. Haven’t had my coffee yet.” You smiled at her and she offered her own mega watt one.

“Oh that’s okay! Do you know when Jungkook will be back this morning?” Many thoughts were going through your mind. Namely, who was this stranger asking another stranger (to her) about the whereabouts of Jungkook. 

You set the water jug down and pulled your gloves off coming around to get closer to the gate. “N-no I didn’t even see him leave.” She could read the confused expression splashed across your face so she spoke before you could. “I’m sorry. Forgive me for the abrupt question. I’m Izzy, Jungkook’s girlfriend.” She extended a hand out to you, but you only took it out of the kindness of your own heart. Your mind on the other hand had different feelings. 

Girlfriend. 

Of course. Just like you had thought, you would have been silly to think he didn’t already have one. 

You were racking your brain trying to figure out if Jungkook had ever mentioned her the times you were together, but you were coming up empty. Had your mind decided to just gloss over the fact and you forgot he even told you? Blinded by his stupid ass face and his stupid ass music and the stupid ass metal in his lip.

It’s not like you could get upset. He never showed you anything but friendly kindness. It was your traitorous mind that got you into these messes. “Oh, nice to meet you! I gotta get back inside, but it was nice to meet you.” You turned back towards your own house. Trying to appear as normal as you could. 

This is why you’ve remained alone and friendless. You create these things out of thin air.

The way his fingers brushed against your arms last night, the way he laid down next to you as you listened to music, the way he fucking LOOKS at you. It was all a figment of your imagination. And you promised yourself that you wouldn’t be this way. Not after the hurt you went through before, but here we are again. You would never learn it seems. 

It was hard to not look out the windows at them, but when Jungkook came around the side of his house and saw her there, you had to look away. You couldn’t, no, wouldn’t dwell on it. 

………

It was hard work timing going outside when Jungkook wasn’t.  One day you thought you were in the clear and made it halfway down your path to the garden, but his door swung open with Taehyung in tow. You quickly shuffled your way back up the yard, shutting the door behind you. Heart thrumming so loud and furious that you could feel it in your ears. And you could’ve sworn you heard your name called out, but the mind plays tricks sometimes. 

You can’t believe you have to water your damn plants at one a.m. but that’s were you’re at right now. You waited as long as you could, but the tulips needed their water. It was hard to watch them limp as the day went on. And you would quite literally rather get hit by a truck then have a man ruin the hard work you put into this garden. 

“(Y/n)?” You opened your mouth to scream, but nothing really came out. Just a hoarse half whisper. You did however drop the watering can with a thump. It went rolling and Jungkook jogged through the gate and around your garden to retrieve it. 

“Why are you watering in the dark?” 

You didn’t want to get into this. You were shit at lying, but he didn’t know that. “I just didn’t have time today and now I do.” You shrugged and took the can from his hands. 

“I haven’t seen you for a few weeks.” He ran a hand through his hair, visibly nervous. 

You were tired. You wanted to sleep. You wanted to get back inside where it was warmer. And maybe it was the insomnia talking, but either way it was all you wanted to know. “Why are you here, Jungkook?” You rubbed your hand against your eyes. You knew tears were coming, but you really hoped he wouldn’t see them. 

He was taken aback. You two had only ever had the most pleasant interactions. He didn’t know what to do. Where to put his hands. What to say. “I-umm. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I’ve missed you.” 

That was enough. You were done. What about Miss Tall Legs Blondie? Don’t you miss her?

“You shouldn’t be missing me. You should be with your girlfriend who’s been looking for you.” You wrapped your sweater around tighter and pushed past him towards your home.

“Wait. What girlfriend?” And then it began to make sense to Jungkook. Yes, Izzy had come back looking for him. But not with good intentions. Begging for him to take her back, after she had so nicely cheated on him with who he thought was a friend. 

He told her no. Not only because of what she had done but because he doesn’t think of her anymore. Not when the only thing he ever sees when he closes his eyes is you. 

And because Jungkook is in no mood for anymore miscommunication, he tells you just that. He tells you how he made her leave the minute he knew she was there. He tells you how he waited in the kitchen every morning, looking out his window waiting for you to come out. He tells you about how every fucking thing made him think about you. “Will you look at me?” He says breathlessly. The both of you are at your porch now. 

Instead of wasting time on words, you do just what you’ve wanted to so for some time now. You ignore the wide eyed look Jungkook gives you as you slide you hands around his neck. Before he can open his mouth, your own is on it. 

It is hesitant at first, like you still weren’t sure he was feeling this way even though he had just practically bared his soul to you. But then his hand comes up to press firmly against your back and push himself closer to you. 

……..

“I can’t believe I’m touching you like this.” Jungkook’s fingers were leaving a blazing trail all over your spine at the moment. You had made good time. Pulling him into your house, up the stairs and into your bedroom. No trepidation. No worries. 

You laid back on your bed for him and you were unashamed at your mouth hanging open at the removal of his shirt. Yours had come off somewhere between the stairs and your bedroom door. Your pants not very far behind. You watched, eyes glassy,  as he kneeled by the bed. Hot breath washing over the sensitive innermost part of your thigh. Was it fair that just a small gesture had your insides screaming? It made sense though, you had grown slick from just watching him exercise on his porch one morning. 

One thing about Jungkook, he savors what he enjoys. And this in front of him is what he enjoys the most. Pulling your panties down, almost torturously slow, he never broke contact with the gift in front of him. You were ready for him now. That much he knew was true, given the damp, dark spot in the center of your underwear. He tossed the garment over his shoulder and leaned forward to press just the softest kiss against your center. 

You knew you wanted to squirm, but you kept still, anticipating what he would do next. 

His tongue came and went like hot flashes. He slowly licked up your fold and reached the most sensitive bit. Humming in contentment. He swirled around your clit and gave a harsh, but yielding suck that left a salacious pop off his lips. “You taste better than I’ve been imagining.” He murmured, mouth still buried. 

You had thought this was going to do you in, but then he added his fingers. And god, his fingers. He was missing the rings that he usually sported on almost all of them and you found yourself wishing they were there. Too many times to count had you been daydreaming of how the cool metal would feel against your slick wetness. 

You clamped around him when you felt him add two more fingers and that had Jungkook letting out whispered “fuck”. And that is how you came for the first time that night. Hands fisting Jungkook’s hair, his palms pressing down on you belly to keep you still. Legs shaking and you saying “oh fuck me.” over and over and over. 

You sat up, fully intending to return the favor, but Jungkook shook his head. He stood and removed his pants and underwear. His cock sprung free and you had to stop the choked expression that wanted to come from your lips. “Where do you think you’re going to put that?” Sputtering, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. 

“You can take it.” 

Bending down he pressed a soft kiss against your forehead as he shifted his weight in between your legs. “Can I fuck you?” 

“If you don’t, I think I might explode.” You were all serious, but Jungkook laughed, kissing you again.

He slowly slotted himself against your heat. Sliding his cock up and down, spreading the slick readiness you already had for him. You were already moaning his name, before he was even inside of you. And you would be embarrassed if it wasn’t for the dark eyes, swirling with lust looking back at you. 

With one swift push, he was buried inside. Bottoming out and bringing himself closer to you. Sweaty chest pressed against sweaty chest, but you didn’t care. Your mind was focused on the way Jungkook was pistoning into you with all his might. His arm came underneath you to circle around your back and he held your hips up as he set a mind numbing pace. 

“You’re so beautiful. We fit perfectly together. Do you feel that? Feel the way you take me so nicely?” He lifted your leg with this other arm, still sliding all the way out of you before pushing back in all the way. You reached up to cup his neck and pulled him down towards your lips. “Kiss me.” And he did. He couldn’t imagine ever stopping. 

“I want us to come together. Can you do that (y/n)?” His pace had grown quicker and you were feeling that familiar tightness in your lower belly. You weren’t sure if you could make it any longer. 

“Fuck. Make me come, Jungkook.” Your hands dropped to the bed, gripping the sheets right next to you. His own were reaching down to place his fingers back on your clit. Rubbing while his cock filled you up. “Let go, baby.” You tightened around him and his hips stuttered a bit as he rode out his own high. 

Collapsing on the bed beside each other, the room was silent save for deep, panting breaths. 

You turned to face him, but he was already looking at you. Smiling up as he brought his thumb to swipe over your lips. He brought his own to place a deep kiss satisfying kiss to your mouth. Fit for the end of an incredible night. 

He tasted sweet and it was your favorite thing in the whole world, but it did remind you of something. 

“Oh fuck, I left a pot on high on the stove!” And Jungkook watched in disbelief as you ran out of your room with the sheets wrapped around your body. Racing down the stairs, hoping you hadn’t set the house on fire.

Guess old habits do die hard. 

[mrs-monaghan]

But you still ignored the elephant in room and went behind Tae name dropping JK

Tae namedropping him doesn't matter at all if JK is all happily hanging out with him and going to premieres with him, then hanging out with his friend too. If JK doesn't seem to have a problem then what does Jkkrs have with it ?

The problem here is even on the day JM is leaving they are not together. JK attended premiers during day, hang out with tae till early morning, came live after it all while Jimin was leaving next day.

Why are you blaming Tae for namedropping JK, even if it's intentional. Isn't JK the one more concerned about his bf's safety than Fandom and Tae ? But JK is least bothered about that because he doesn't have a problem in appearing publicly with tae always.

You were nice about this anon. So I will explain to you what the issue is. No one is ignoring any elephants. Not when the vermin are so fucking loud. How can we ignore it? Even if we wanted to they won't let us 😂😂

Okay, let me tell you how it is. But first I need a drink coz this is some bullshit.

Okay. So.

Understand this one thing. Jikookers don't care that Vkook are hanging out. We don't. At least not the ot7 Jikookers having an issue with V's behaviour. We literally don't care. I know its hard to believe but we don't. Look, JK needs this, alright? He needs to get out, he needs to not be holed up at home. That's not good for anyone. And V is the only member currently not busy/available. I'm not saying JK is settling for him, no. They are friends, they are brothers they love eo and I'm sure JK loves hanging out with V. He wouldn't do it if he wasn't enjoying himself. So him leaving the house is good. I for one I'm happy for it. You saw his boyfriend discouraging JK's hermit behaviour

So for all we know it could even be Jimin asking V to get JK out of the house.

My point is anon, no one cares that Tkk are hanging out. They could hang out on a daily basis and I would personally be glad about that. It means JK isn't lonely and also means Vkook are at a good place now friendship wise.

So just so we're clear, the issue isn't that V and JK are hanging out. Okay? Okay.

So here is the real problem. Jimin antis and Tkkrs (same thing??) need very little to shit on Jimin. Very little. And everytime V comes online and mentions JK and JK only, u know what happens. I don't need to tell u. We see it everyday. They're spotted together, the hate train on Jimin begins once again. If your twitter is clean and u haven't seen this, then I dare u to go look at any Jimin or Jikook report pages. It's ugly. Like, really bad.

Now, Vkook don't owe anyone anything. Infact, no member does. They can do what they need to do without worrying how some fans are going to take it. But, here's what i wonder when I look at V.... Okay so me, as Shaz. If mentioning my friend makes my bestfriend get attacked over and over and over, if posting my friend and only him, blows back on my bestfriend, if everytime i try to show how close me and my friend are it backfires on my bestfriend, I would.... not do that. But, I can only speak for myself anon, that's just me.

So imagine Jimin is your bias, or imagine that you love Jimin so damn much but everytime V comes online he just has to mention JK and shit hits the fan. Everytime. Even if he comes on for 2 seconds, at this point I'm convinced he will find a way. And maybe members don't see the hate Jimin gets (unlikely) and we're just getting upset coz we're the ones on the ground seeing it happen. Still, do you understand why people think its a problem?

Tae name dropping him doesn't matter at all if JK is all happily hanging out with him

It's fine that u feel this way but i beg to differ. Why doesn't JK do it? V's actions have repercussions. Even u as a normal none famous human, u know how it is. 9 people could be telling u they love u. But 1 person could tell you how much they hate u. And that's the comment that's going to stay with u. Now picture Armys who are in millions. If 10k talk about how much they hate Jimin, 10K is alot. Even just 1K antis are ALOT. Especially when they are as LOUD as these pieces of shit called tkkrs.

To reiterate: we don't care that Vkook are hanging out. We care that V cannot go 2 seconds without mentioning JK which btw would also be fine, if Jimin wasn't the one paying for it.

[1kook]

kissanime & foreplay

this is part of my netflix & chill collection !

summary; You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans. warnings; mentions of hentai yes u read right, kook leads most of it, cunnilingus, masturbation (f), oral (f), use of a sex toy, fingering, nipple play, face sitting/fucking/riding idk (f), praise kink, hints of dumbification, cum eating, jk is like passive aggressive in this one, 4 (f) orgasms, this is the kicker: sub kook at the end😳, like 2 sec of dom yn lol, & u get 0.002 sec of adams apple kink misc; more dumb story lines, made up sex stores bc my creativity knows no bounds, Jungkook plays nice but is actually mean for the majority of it, once again doyeon plays a pivotal role in the furthering of women empowerment, internal love monologues about jk best boy<3 wc; 8.2k

notes; back when kissanime was offed I remember looking at this fic in the drafts like what the hell we gone do now.. n almost deleting it but I was like yknow what this isn’t a 1kook fic unless there’s smthn weird going on so here we are. also yes I know ohshc is on Netflix shut up!!!!! 

HAPPY BDAY MY LOVE AND MUSE JEON JUNGKOOK !!!! 🥺💜

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The good thing about getting your own apartment is that you finally have a place to call your own. There’s no limit on how many potted plants you can squeeze into a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment, and if there was one, you’re twelve in and no one has said anything to you yet. You don’t have to share the shower space with anyone, label all your products with a hastily scribbled name. There’s a bathtub—something you haven’t had the pleasure of using during college—and a fairly open living space. There’s so many empty spots to fill with useless decorations and family heirlooms and that ugly plastic rooster Jungkook won you at the summer kick-off fair last month.

The bad thing about having your own place is that the entire world and their mothers seem to know now. Despite graduating from college, you still keep in touch with your trusted graduate mentor Kim Namjoon, who is still very much in school, and has made it his mission to bring you a new plant every week, hence your growing collection. Your childhood friend comes over every Saturday morning to lounge around after her Friday nights out. Jungkook, although the only one who is ever actually invited, runs through your strawberry scented body wash like a madman.

And of course, Doyeon.

Your beloved college roommate of four years, Kim Doyeon, has been the bane of your apartment experience so far. Unlike you, who had slaved away for four years, saving every penny you made during college for this moment, Doyeon was a big spender. She blew every dollar she ever came across, which is why she’s going to be stuck living at her parent’s house for at least a couple more years.

Nothing wrong with that, of course, if she wasn’t the most maniac online shopper in existence. It hadn’t been a problem in college because she was always good old pals with the students who worked the mailroom. If they saw something questionable, they’d let it slide as long as it was under Miss Kim Doyeon, Room 229.

The reason it became an issue for her now is because it’s poor Mrs. Kim who signs over the package from Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! one Tuesday afternoon as it is delivered to their suburban home.

So now she’s taken to ordering all her freaky stuff to your new apartment, where the small cabinet by the door has quickly become home to her impulsive shopping habits. Truthfully, you don’t mind accepting Doyeon’s weird packages, and have long since grown used to the uncomfortable looks the mail carrier gives you.

Jungkook’s supposed to come over today and you really hope he doesn’t ask about the state of your hall cabinet. Now that you work at a small company outside of your degree to make ends meet, time with Jungkook has been significantly decreased. You weren’t in college anymore, so you didn’t have the luxury of dropping by his house whenever you wanted to in between classes. Of course, it’s mostly your schedule that conflicts with your planned hangouts, because Jungkook is still working his dream job from home.

However, because Jungkook is quite possibly the most amazing person on this planet, he’s started coming over every Saturday night to make sure you’re still alive and not dying. And so weekly media binges are a thing, and it’s currently week four.

He gave up on showing you the Marvel movie franchise last week, after you had asked where Wonder Woman was three times in a row. Since the Barbie Movie Debacle of last month, you’ve found a nice medium between who picks when. Jungkook picks most of the time, because most of the time you don’t really care. It’s become a running joke between the two of you that movie binges are usually just terribly masked excuses to go to town on each other, so you don’t mind missing an entire 15th Century French Revolution documentary if it means Jungkook is deep in your guts by the time King Louis XIV gets beheaded or whatever they did to him. Is it too obvious you didn’t watch the documentary?

Occasionally, there are instances where one of you genuinely does want to watch something, in which case you have an intense match of rock-paper-scissors to decide who’s picking that night. Most of the time, Jungkook wins. But for every match Jungkook wins, he promises you’ll pick the next one so you’ve long since stopped trying to actually beat him.

Long story short, last weekend you sat through a two part Ancient Aliens episode on the connection between aliens and American presidents.

It was the most god-awful conspiracy theory you’ve ever heard of, but Jungkook ate up every minute of it. By the time the two hosts announced their conclusion you were just about ready to rip your own ears off and single-handedly fist fight every producer on the channel for allowing the production of such an atrocious show.

Anyway, because you had so bravely sat through the entire evening without complaints— well, no complaints towards Jungkook’s terrible taste; the show, however, was not safe from your wicked tongue —Jungkook has so graciously allowed you to pick the media for this weekend.

You’ve been telling him for the longest time that you were going to hook him on anime. It was one of the few interests you always believed Jungkook should possess, being a weeb and all, because it was only fair that he had one questionable trait to balance out the rest of his perfection. Liking anime isn’t bad— if a hottie like you enjoyed it, then it obviously had its perks. However, you know a lot of other people are turned off by anime-enthusiasts due to preconceived notions of the genre and the viewer-base.

Now, it was a widely known fact that you always had ulterior motives. So maybe turning Jungkook into a weeb was just a ploy to turn other women off from him and keep your jealousy at bay. Sue you, your boyfriend was a walking wet dream, and you’d do anything to keep him to yourself.

After long deliberation, you’ve decided on introducing Jungkook to anime with a classic: Ouran High School Host Club, a god among anime, a true Beyonce among shoujos. The only problem was that you absolutely refused to pay Crunchyroll or Funimation when you could so easily find the entire show on KissAnime.com, home to only the finest of hentai ads and Are You a Robot? questions.

He sends you a text when he’s outside your building, and five minutes later there’s a rap against your door.

“Hi,” you smile up at him, heart fluttering in that same trademark way it did whenever Jungkook was within a five foot radius. He smiles back softly, leaning down to peck your lips as you step aside for him to enter. He’s got on those cotton sweats that you love, the ones that send your brain into a censored frenzy. But he’s also got that soft curl to his hair that lets you know he came here straight out of the shower in his hurry to see you. How you managed to bag a dream boyfriend like him was beyond you.

You bask in the overwhelming feeling of unannounced love for all of ten seconds before Jungkook is lifting up a square package you hadn’t seen at his hip. “Mailman gave me this,” he says, waving around the signature bright pink packaging of Sexuality Unleashed. Jungkook, for all his politeness and respect, seemed to falter in those categories when it came to you. He turns the box over, reading the big fat name of the company on the side. “Since when did you start buying sex toys?” he asks rather loudly in the hallway.

You yank him inside, hurriedly slamming the door shut before any of your neighbors can come out into the hallway and get a peek of this avid sex toy consumer. “They’re not mine!” you hiss, standing still when he uses you to balance himself as he tugs off his shoes. You snatch the box out of his hands, turning it around to make sure it is actually addressed to your home. Sure enough, it’s for you. Couldn’t there have been some other sex toy fanatic on this floor?

With his shoes off, Jungkook wastes no time enveloping you in a hug, the Sexuality Unleashed box tumbling to the ground. “It’s okay, baby, no need to be embarrassed.”

You groan, leaning your forehead against his shoulder as he continues to pat your back like you’re actually embarrassed to be caught buying toys— you’re not. You’re embarrassed he caught you with a sex toy you simply can’t put to use. “Whatever,” you sigh, “your gross popcorn is in my bedroom and it’s probably stale.”

He releases you, not before pulling you into a slow and languid kiss that has you clutching tightly at the front of his shirt. He pulls away with a soft smooch, right eye falling into a wink. “Bring the box, gorgeous,” he teases, before sauntering off in the direction of your bedroom.

You groan loudly. “It’s not mine!” you repeat, but for some reason do as he says.

Not only do you have no idea what’s in this package, but you’re frankly not too keen on finding out. You’re more interested in Jungkook’s reaction to one of your favorite animes of all time. The package is tossed onto the end of the bed, where Jungkook has already stripped himself of his socks and cuddled beneath your covers.

Your laptop has gone dark from inactivity so you slam down on the space bar to bring it back to life. Your first mistake was pressing anything at all. It flickers back on alright, but you forget that you are working with a minefield of ads ready to explode. You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans.

“What the hell is this?” he asks in a tone that screams he has never had to fight viruses off his computer just to watch something at two in the morning.

You ignore him, cuddling into his side as you hurriedly type in the title of the anime before another annoying ad can intercept you. “KissAnime,” you answer for now, accidentally clicking down on the mousepad with the heel of your palm. Another tab opens up to some sketchy credit site. You huff.

“Baby, I swear I just saw like twelve viruses,” he says. “And what even are these?” he scoffs, jabbing a finger at one of the many ads that lines the perimeter of the website. “Animated teacher porn?”

By the grace of god, you somehow manage to get onto the episode selection screen without having another tab open on you. You smile in relief, turning the power of your excitement onto Jungkook… only to find his eyes narrowed in on the square advertisement for some hentai website. “What? You wanna watch hentai now?” you snort, placing the laptop on his legs as you cuddle into his side.

Jungkook sputters, cheeks tinting red at the mere insinuation he would ever consume such media. “No,” he glares, releasing the arm around your shoulders to huffily cross them over his chest. “I am not going to watch anatomically incorrect illustrations of a woman teacher relieving herself, ___,” he says rather matter-of-factly.

You snort, repeating, “a woman teacher,” mockingly and in a high pitched voice that, honestly, doesn't sound anything like him. You click play on the video box that appears after only about twenty more pop-up ads. “Silence, you nymphomaniac, the episode is starting.” Jungkook pulls you close with a displeased expression, finally quieting down when you put it on full screen and the ads disappear from his view.

You’re beginning to wonder if Jungkook really is the script and plot dissector he claims to be, or if he just lives to get under your skin. He doesn’t make it three minutes without finding something to critique. First it’s the quality of the frames, and then it’s the characterization of the lead character. He nitpicks everything about the best anime in existence, and by the end of the first episode you’re considering breaking up with him.

“Oh my god,” you groan, tearing yourself away from him. He’s all laid up against your mountain of pillows, tongue prodding at the insides of his mouth in that ridiculously attractive habit of his. Usually, you’d be tripping over yourself to kiss him, but you’re about two seconds from ripping his head off. “I mean this in the nicest way possible, baby,” you sigh, picking up his hand in yours. “You gotta shut up.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “I have to shut up?” he asks in a scandalized tone. “You sang through the entire intro, off tune may I add.”

At this rate you’re getting nowhere, so you just snatch the laptop back up before you actually hurt his feelings. You escape the full screen, met with those hentai ads that are slowly becoming the bane of Jungkook’s existence.

“Who actually watches those anyway?” he mumbles, covering the sidebar full of naked cartoon ladies with his palm for you, a real gentleman if you ever saw one. “Really?” he says, knocking his pointer finger against a particularly raunchy ad with the caption Be a Good Boy and Let her Play beneath it.

You snort. “You are such a baby,” you tease, pinching his cheek much to his annoyance. “What? Can’t handle seeing some anime titties?”

Jungkook shoves your hand away, leaning back to become one with the pillows as you continue onto the next episode. “They’re just weird,” he admits. “And make unrealistic faces.”

“Unrealistic,” you repeat, finally giving one of the ads the time of day. There’s an adorably drawn character making the most perverted expression, knees hiked up to her chest. Her face is twisted up, drooling like a dog and with her eyes crossed in ecstasy. You shrug. “Just because you can’t get those faces out of me doesn’t mean they’re unreal.”

The second the words leave your mouth Jungkook is letting out a scandalized scoff, sitting up to level you with another glare. “First of all, I can get you like that,” he defends, tapping his finger against the ad on screen. “In fact, I can get you like that without even trying, so let’s not say anything too drastic now, okay?”

His sudden bout of defensiveness makes something playful in you switch on, laying back down beside him with a smirk. “Oh, you can make me all stupid like this?”

Jungkook scoffs. “Yes.”

“Uh huh,” you drawl, tracing a finger up his chest teasingly; Jungkook knocks your knuckles away, obviously still butt hurt about your comment. That’s fine, because a slightly riled up Jungkook was always the best Jungkook. You sit up and lean in close, letting your hand slip beneath his hoodie, palm running over his bare shoulder and around the top of his back. You give his nape a light squeeze, lips pressed against the shell of his ear. “Why don’t you prove it to me, Jungkookie?” you purr, before pulling away.

His jaw twitches at the nickname, one shapely brow unconsciously arching as he regards you with a calculative expression.

The thing about Jungkook was that, after almost a year of dating, you know just how to push his buttons. He has a rather calm and collected exterior to him, the same one he’s had since the day you met him, but beneath it all was a childish competitiveness that raged with the heat of ten suns. He disliked being taunted like you were doing now, especially when his credibility was at stake.

Honestly speaking, you don’t doubt Jungkook can make you look as goofy and messy as those hentai ads. In fact you’re rather confident he can. Either way, him being right or you being right, you would still get some fun out of it.

“Hm?” you add, tracing your hand up to dance over the skin of his cheek, pads of your fingers running over that stiff jaw. “Are you scared I’m right and you’re wrong?”

A hand snaps up to catch your wrist, fingers tight around your skin until you’re shivering against him. “Oh baby, I can make you cum until you cry,” he murmurs, his usual sweet and lilting tone dropping to a low vibration that makes your pussy throb beneath your panties. Your heart leaps in your chest, lips falling open when he ducks down to brush them against yours. It’s too light, just a simple touch that makes you follow his mouth when he pulls back.

With one firm shove, the laptop is tumbling off the bed, thudding loudly against your bedside rug. Jungkook leans over you, his usual trademark doe eyes zeroed in on you with the focus of a laser. “Have a little faith in me,” he teases, and when he presses close you can feel his fattening cock flush against your thigh. Your body is begging to be touched, every brush of his fingers against your skin searing trails in their wake.

Suddenly, he’s drawing back. “Kook?” you frown, barely biting down on a childish whimper when he snuggles back into your mountain of pillows, one arm stretched behind his head.

He flashes you a smile. “Go on,” he says, arms behind his head. “Show me how to get you like that.”

“By myself?” you ask, shifting onto your knees anyway. Jungkook nods, a soft jut of his chin as he gives you another one of those easy going smiles of his. His goal seems a little unclear, but you had a ridiculous amount of trust in your boyfriend that whatever he had planned was certain to be good. With one final skeptical glance his way, you sink down onto your bum, knees spreading and giving him a clear view of your little pink boy shorts, elastic band hugging your waist.

The material of your t-shirt is guided away, held to your chest by the hand currently not traversing the length of your stomach, gliding across soft skin, over your belly button and past that band until it slips beneath. You chance another look Jungkook’s way, only to find his eyes wonderfully downcast in the direction of your core. That smile is gone now, replaced with a somber look as he watches your hand move mysteriously beneath the fabric of your undergarments.

The first brush of your forefinger against your swollen button makes you twitch, back arching at the sensation that is magnified by his watchful gaze. “Mmh,” you bite down, hand twisting in the material of your shirt. Jungkook’s eyes glare a molten path across your skin, from the comfy bra that peeks out from beneath your rumpled shirt to the wrist slowly working beneath your panties.

A hand falls over your thigh, tattooed fingers giving the skin a light squeeze as you get to work swirling your bud around. The sight of his inked skin on yours makes something warm blossom in your lower abdomen, your eyes following the inky swirls up, up, up. They lead you to the face of your very handsome boyfriend, long lashes fanning across his cheekbones as he watches you play with yourself. “Wanna take these off for me?” he says, the tip of his pointer finger wiggling beneath the fabric of your shorts.

You nod hurriedly, wiggling around on the bed until you’re on your back, legs bent in front of you. The shorts come down your legs; the simplest press of your thighs makes something quiver in your abdomen. You toss them off to the side, and just as you go to sit back up, Jungkook places a hand on your knee. “Stay like this for me,” he says, sitting up from his mountain of pillows to glance down at you. You melt into the plush mattress beneath you, staring down at him between your legs. He’s got that adoring look in his eyes, the one that makes you feel so warm and in love, it’s only natural your hand slips down to play with your bare clit again. “That’s my girl,” he smiles, rubbing a hand down the outside of your thigh, urging your legs to fall open.

There’s this overflowing vat of arousal that builds up inside of you everytime Jungkook is around, like the moment your eyes land on him you’re reminded of every position he’s ever had you in. You remember the soft brush of his hands on your body, the way his lips feel on yours, the soft tickle of his hair when he gets too close. It makes your heart lurch in your chest, like if you don’t grab onto him tightly this feeling will slip through your fingers and out of your life. So you were crazily in love with your boyfriend— now what?

A puckered set of lips meets the inside of your thigh, the action ripping you from your overly gooey, overly soft inner rambling. Your hand trails down your quivering pussy lips, collecting your dripping wetness as you go. At the same time, Jungkook kisses down the inside of your thigh, soft smacks of his lips against your skin filling the air with an emotion that makes you bite down a whimper. Your hole puckers at the brush of your fingers, anticipating an entrance that you yearn to give into soon.

His mouth is on you before your finger can go deeper than a centimeter in. But Jungkook doesn’t brush your hand off, doesn’t shove you away to prove his mouth was undoubtedly better. He places a kiss over your knuckles, before swallowing up your significantly smaller hand with his, that of which he clasps together over your navel.

You groan, head rolling from side to side. “Don’t be so soft with me,” you whine, leg twitching when he presses a kiss against your engorged bundle of nerves. “Push me around like that one time, you know I like it.”

Jungkook grins, mouthing over your clit with practiced ease that has you releasing all kinds of whimpers and sighs. He’s got his other hand wrapped around your thigh, strong arm pulling you closer to that devious mouth and tongue that lavished attention on your clit. “Need me to be mean to you, baby?” he purrs, curling his tongue in such a way that it makes your entire body tense up, muscles pulled tight. “Want me to push you around like the stupid little girl you are?” You moan, head bobbing up and down at the ideas he stuffs in your mind. As he moves down the length of your cunt, that round nose you love brushes against your bud, and the cheeky shit takes an obnoxiously loud sniff of it, a soft groan breathed against your lower lips. “But isn’t this better?” he hums, languidly molding his lips against your lower ones, much in the same way he does with the ones on your face; he moves slowly, slips his tongue in every few seconds before eventually diving in head on. “Slow... and so easy.”

“Kook,” you mewl, getting this overwhelming urge to cover your face with your hands. But you can’t, because he’s knotted one hand with yours and his fingers only tighten when you try to yank them apart. Instead you’re left pressing one knuckle against your mouth, brows pinching as he begins slowly fucking his tongue into your cunt. “F-Faster,” you beg. He, of course, ignores your plea.

The wet mass moves past the clenched muscles around your hole, nose brushing against your lips with every intrusion. Every few cycles he stops to press a kiss against your pussy, so hard and wet that it hurts when he pulls off. You’re left writhing and moaning, your heel knocking against his shoulder when he pushes your leg up closer to your chest. “It’s enough,” you cry, your entire body shivering.

Jungkook pulls off with a loud pop, lips glistening with your arousal. He’s got this glint on his eyes, like he’s thoroughly entertained by your reactions. He shuffles around to get comfortable, finally releasing that grip on your hand. Immediately, your newly freed hand jumps forward to tangle in the hair above his ear, tracing down the delicate curve of his cheekbone. Jungkook turns his head, pressing a soft peck against your open palm that makes your heartbeat thunder in your ears.

As he moves around, his leg bumps against something that has both of you pausing. It sounds out of place next to your shallow breaths, and both of you glance down only to catch sight of that stupid package from Sexuality Unleashed teetering on the edge of the bed.

The moment you see it, it’s like you’re transported into an omnipresent view of the scene, the next few hours flashing before your eyes as Jungkook snorts. You know he’s going to reach for it in two seconds, and you know he’s going to tear the hot pink packaging apart with his bare hands. He does so with a scary amount of power, the industrial tape not standing a chance against him. A box roughly the same size as the package falls out, and before you can kick it away and save yourself from suffering beneath Jungkook’s teasing antics, he’s snatching up the box.

“The Bullet Bestie,” he reads aloud, dark eyes flying across the text with lightning speed before that box is also being ripped open. (Briefly, there’s a voice in your head that thinks of Doyeon, but you’re not sure why.) Out tumbles a little pink bullet with a strap on one end that bounces against your thigh and an even smaller remote.

“Baby,” you rush out, the sight of the tiny toy making your heart thunder in your chest. “We can look at it another time,” you try, hands coming up to brush against his face again. “Why don’t you finish off here?” you ask, a sickeningly sweet politeness dripping off your tongue as the knot in your tummy fades into the background of his attention.

Jungkook ignores you, picking up the remote with a wondrous look in his eyes. Before you can try to persuade him back between your legs, a quiet click cuts you off and the little bullet whirls to life. You yelp at the sudden vibrations against the inside of your thigh, so close to your throbbing core. The jump of your thighs has it falling onto the mattress below you, wide eyes snapping back to the smirk that grows on his face.

“No,” you say slowly, sitting back up, “no, no,” you try, your usual assertiveness melting into a whiny cry as you try to wiggle away from him and the nefarious ideas infesting his lust-addled mind. You’re barely turning, ready to make a run for it and hand him his victory by forfeit, when Jungkook is catching you by the waist. Your hips get pulled up, arms clawing uselessly at the sheets beneath you as he drags you close to him. He’s fast, already having moved onto his knees behind you, and when he yanks you up, you can feel every hot plane of his body aligned with your backside. “Kook, please just make me cum,” you gasp.

There’s a smile pressed against your shoulder, lips still wet from before, kissing along the side of your neck. “Look at my girl,” he murmurs, and you nearly jump out of your skin when something smooth is traced along your thigh. One hand slips beneath the material of your shirt, soothingly rubbing circled against your skin. This hand also holds the tiny remote between two fingers, and every nerve in your body is on edge waiting for it to be used. “Where’s that smartmouth now?”

“Jungkook,” you try to warn. But there’s no bite to your words, only an anticipation that grows the closer he moves that damned toy between your thighs. “Baby, we-we can play another time, okay? Just please—“

A soft click, and suddenly your spine is giving out on you, upper body flopping forward as Jungkook runs the vibrations over your clit. Of course Jungkook follows, never letting you slip far from his reach. A loud moan spills from your lips, lower lip wobbling at the unreal amounts of pleasure he bestows upon you with such a small toy. “W-Wait,” you sob, the coil from before suddenly magnified tenfold. It makes your orgasm loom over you bigger than ever, a wave that threatens to spill over and drown you in one go. “No-please.”

His mouth presses against your ear, hot breaths fanning against the skin there. “Hey pretty girl, does it feel good?” he husks out, kissing just below your ear. “Aw fuck,” he groans, something stiff pressing against the cleft between your cheeks, “can’t even see if you’re making that stupid face right now.”

You are, but you don’t even have the words to tell him that. The moment the vibrator had made contact with your already ravished clit, your eyes had rolled into the back of your head. You don’t doubt you look like those silly ads you’d laughed at earlier, mouth opening and closing every few seconds as he circles the toy around your bud. You settle on a high-pitched whimper that has Jungkook laughing meanly against your ear.

It ends too soon, the stimulation from Jungkook eating you out for a few minutes combining with the bullet to form a powerful duo that swallows you whole. An embarrassingly loud moan rips itself from your throat, hands twisting in the sheets beneath you as it washes over you. It’s so powerful, it blinds you, pussy spasming. Jungkook’s name is repeated about a thousand times in between, your body eventually melting back into the mattress as the final shocks run through you.

The vibrator clicks off just as quietly as it turned on, your harsh breaths filling the room in its place. “Good girl,” Jungkook praises, raining down a parade of kisses against your shoulder. You mewl in appreciation, still awkwardly shoving your face into the mattress, and your hips in the air. From the corner of your eyes, you watch him set the glistening toy off to the side, and you’re just about ready to thank the heavens for such an experience with your boyfriend, when said boyfriend hits you with a curveball.

The gentle pecks against yours shoulder dissolve into harsh kisses, rough hands trailing up your waist. The t-shirt gathers around his knuckles, pushed and pushed until he’s got those same hands cupping your breasts. “Did you like that?” he asks, biting down against your shoulder; the sensation is dulled by your shirt being in the way but it still makes you whine. You moan softly, nodding against the mattress as he gets to kneading your breasts over your bra. “Mm,” Jungkook sighs, “my pretty girl was so good for me, wasn’t she?”

Those deft fingers run back down, crawl beneath the elastic of your lounge bra and push it away until your breasts are bouncing out of their cage. “Kook,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut as he traces circles around your nipples. “W-Wait,” you whimper, suddenly reminded of the swollen cock pressed against your backside when he leans closer.

“Shhh,” he soothes, tweaking your nipples. “Relax for me, sweetheart,” he coos, flicking your hardened nipples with his fingers. You can’t relax, not with your body still so sensitive and him playing with you. Still, the low intonation makes something soft and warm settle in your chest, the kisses against your jaw making your eyes fall shut. “That’s it,” he says, giving one nipple a playful twist that draws a high-pitched moan from you.

Just as you’re beginning to fall into the rhythm of Jungkook’s caresses and voice, he releases one breast to traverse his hand down and over your tummy, to your sensitive pussy. You gasp, biting down on your lip as he teasingly flicks your clit with his fingers. “Bet you could come again now,” he murmurs, taking the tip of your earlobe into his mouth and nibbling softly. You groan, shoving your face into the sheets as if that will save you from your doom. “Bet your pretty little pussy can cream itself just like this, isn’t that right, sweet girl?”

You whimper, hips bucking back against him when he begins nudging your bud, lewd sounds reaching your ears. His other hand remains on your breast, no longer toying with your nipple but simply holding it almost comfortingly. There’s a smirk pressed against your skin, that pearly white smile you usually adore so much teasing you as he circles your nub.

“Come on,” he encourages quietly, kissing up the column of your neck again. You moan, thighs quivering as he strokes a second orgasm out of you with no struggle. Your eyes and throat burn at the heat that washes over you, and you release a hoarse scream into the mattress— Jungkook chuckles at the sound, egging you on with that low voice until your muscles go limp a second time.

When he rolls you onto your stomach again, you try desperately to cover the tears that blur your vision, turning away from him like a child when he tries to look. “Crybaby, crybaby,” he sings teasingly, prying your hands away to capture your mouth with his for the first time that night. “Lemme see those tears, baby,” he purrs.

He tastes like you, tongue dripping with that sweet tang of your pussy, and he smells like you too. It strokes the flames of you ego, arms eventually wrapping around his shoulders as he settles above you. He pulls off with a curl of his tongue against your swollen lips, brown eyes lazily staring down at you. It’s embarrassing how well kept he still was compared to your half-nude state of dress. His skin is all glowy and pretty, not a single tear track in sight, and his grin is still too relaxed for your liking.

Jungkook’s body feels so warm and comforting against yours, muscles keeping the heat trapped between your bodies. You go to brush a hand through his hair, needing to feel the familiarity of those silky locks, before he’s suddenly leaning away. He shuffles onto his knees again, glancing down at your thoroughly abused cunt with a quirk in his brows.

“God,” you groan, knocking your foot against his side. “Just fuck me already,” you huff despite your earlier fatigue. You could only go so long without feeling Jungkook’s fat demon cock inside of you.

He snorts at your snappy tone, cutely tilting his head to the side to move his hair out of his face. His jaw looks sharp from this angle, facial features covered in shadows the lamplight behind him can’t touch. “Can’t,” he announces, and you could pull your hair out from all this unnecessary build up.

Truth to be told, you and Jungkook were both equally as unrestrained when it came to each other. Most of the time, the lead up to actual, penetrative, key-in-lock sex included a couple minutes of heavy petting from his end, and maybe a half assed handjob from you. Sometimes if you felt extra attentive, he’d eat you out and you'd him off. But for the most part, the two of you jumped straight into it after an orgasm, like horny teenagers despite the two of you being twenty-three now.

The most adventurous you’d ever gotten up until the point was maybe two orgasms bestowed upon you by a crazed Jungkook. And, well. You had hit two orgasms now. You were ready for his monster cock.

“Kook,” you whine childishly.

Jungkook shakes you off, placing a palm on both your knees. Slowly, he spreads your thighs apart again, eyes zeroed in on the glossy folds that come into view, the sparkling pearly cum that leaks out of your hole. “I can’t, baby,” he says, almost pained. “I gotta clean you up first,” he insists, and before you can tell him how counterproductive it is to lick you clean of your arousal before fucking you, he’s diving face first into your cunt.

But the biggest surprise doesn’t come from Jungkook going in for thirds, but from the hands he clasps around your thighs, the sheer strength he uses to roll you over (ignoring the shriek you let out) to sit you on his face. “No, no,” you yelp immediately, “I-I‘ll break you,” you cry, trying to escape from his hold.

From beneath your thighs, dark eyes peering up at you daringly, you can see the clear warning on Jungkook’s face. It’s a look that loudly says don’t you dare fucking move, shapely brows sending a jolt of genuine fear down your spine for a moment. “Jungkook,” you fret, trying to ignore the arousal that only continues to blossom as his tongue laps against your folds for the second time that night. “I’m, I’m,” you stammer, hands burying themselves in his hair as he ignores your cries. “I’ll break you,” you try again, spine arching when he slurps your clit into his mouth. “I-I’ll—“

He pulls off with a pop. “Fuck my face, baby,” he says, as if he hadn’t heard a single of your concerns at all. His nose nudges against your clit, a whimper catching in your throat. Briefly, his hand disappears from around your thigh, and when it returns, that tiny bullet vibrator from earlier is pressed against your thigh. “You got that?”

You nod, internally torn apart by your fear of crushing him and your need to drag your cunt all over your boyfriend’s handsome face. You glance down at him, watch him slip that vibrator into his mouth for just a second and lewdly coat it in his saliva, before he’s reaching around to shove it past your pussy lips. They’re still swollen and puffy, but have long since relaxed enough for him to slip it in. “B-But what if—“

“You won’t,” he cuts off, readjusting himself closer to your cunt again, “come on, pretty girl.”

The reason you think you and Jungkook click so well was because he was able to bring that vulnerable side out of you every now and then. He knew you liked to parade around with that huge superiority complex, and he loved it. But he also knew there were things you liked and disliked, and sometimes it took a little pushing for you to reveal them.

For a second, that horny cloud over his irises lifts, and he gives you one of those cute, sloppy winks as he taps your thigh gently. “Fuck my face, sweetheart,” he whispers, “drag that pretty cunt all over me until I can’t breathe.” A gasp catches in your throat, hands unconsciously curling against his scalp. He notices, and flashes you a lazy smirk. “You can do that, can’t you?”

Something akin to adoration blooms in your chest, and before you can blurt out something embarrassing—like I love you—there’s a soft click that has The Bullet Bestie revving up inside of you. You gasp, the sudden vibrations deep inside your pussy making your hips snap forward, clit rubbing against Jungkook’s nose.

“O-Oh,” you cry, and that’s all it takes for you to lose it. Your hips start off slow, at first just savoring the wet drag of his tongue against your lips, his nose against your clit. He sticks his tongue out for you, and part of you wants to tell him he’s a good boy, that corny hentai ad flashing in your mind, but you doubt you’ll survive the aftermath of that. Once you find that perfect pace, your hands are practically yanking at his hair, pushing him further into the mattress as you ride his face like he’s nothing but a toy. “Kook, Jungkook,” you pant, grinding your lower lips against his all too eager mouth.

It feels oddly weird being over him like this, using him like this. You like to think you and Jungkook have equal power in the bedroom, but you will admit that more often than not, he assumes control by default. You’re not particularly bothered by that, because you doubt you’d ever come up with the crazy ideas Jungkook did when he was horny (okay, a lie, because you definitely have thought of crazy sex schemes before).

But, this moment…

The power was quickly going to your head. “Fuck,” you sob, roughly dragging the length of your pussy over and over his face. The hands around your thighs are pressing against your skin with a strength that would hurt were you not blinded by arousal. His eyes are shut, lids fluttering open every now and then as he watches you buck wildly over his face like he was a pillow in high school and your parents were gone for the weekend.

It doesn’t help that the rhythmic pulses of the vibrator inside of you are doing their job well, the tongue that slips into your pussy joining together to form a powerful combination. It’s ultimately what has you halting your manic thrusts, instead falling into a slow grind over him. Your hips circle, eyes squeezed shut as you lose yourself in the lapping of his tongue against your dripping hole. “Mmmf,” you mewl, biting down on your lower lip as the wet muscle prods against a delicate spot within you. You hear feels light, view of the gorgeous man beneath you obstructed by the eyelids that can't seem to stay open. “N-No,” you cry, pulling his hair more roughly than you intended to in order to redirect him. “There, there,” you whimper, holding him tight against your pussy.

Beneath you, Jungkook exhales harshly against your lips, hands moving frantically over your thighs as he works his tongue inside of you alongside the bullet vibrator. If you weren’t so caught up in your own pleasure, all kinds of sounds spilling from your lips, you would have heard the quiet moans that fall from his. Alas.

It takes a few more pulses from the toy and a few more licks from Jungkook until you’re coming for the third time that night, features twisting up as your pussy clenches around his tongue before spilling down his mouth. Your back arches, a defeated moan escaping you as you release the same mess he’d claimed to clean up onto his lovely face. You can barely breathe afterwards, mouth dry and head dizzy when Jungkook finally pops back out from between your thighs. You barely have enough time to lift yourself up, pussy lightly brushing across his Adam’s apple as you stop yourself from crushing his windpipe. It makes you twitch.

“Good girl,” Jungkook praises with a cheeky smile that distracts you from the bullet toy he retrieves from your quivering cunt. His face is absolutely glistening from your arousal, skin warm and flush. He’s looking up at you like you’re some mythical goddess and he’s but a humble villager coming to pay his respects at the temple that is your body. Fuck, were you okay? You don’t think you’ve ever felt this good in your entire life, and Jungkook’s mushy gaze was doing things to your heart.

He presses a kiss against the inside of your thigh before helping you off of him, laughing meanly when you flop limply down beside him. He’s still fully clothed, a fact that irks you when he leans over to kiss you with that glossy face of his. “D’you like it?” he mumbles, kissing softly down your face. You nod, legs twitching from the aftermath of that wild ride. “I saw it, y’know,” he says suddenly.

“Saw what?” you mumble, mindlessly rolling your head to the side and exposing more skin when he begins kissing along your neck.

Jungkook says nothing, just rolls over you. Part of you thinks he’s crazy, but you’re suddenly hit with the realization that while Jungkook’s drawn three orgasms out of you in the course of an hour, you hadn’t done anything for him. Before you can dive head first into swallowing his cock, he’s kissing you softly. “That stupid face,” he smirks, slotting his mouth against yours. “That weird, now realistic face,” he tacks on.

You huff out a laugh, throwing your leg around his waist comfortably. Jungkook smiles, kisses you one last time before settling in your arms, face cutely pressed in between your boobs. “Hey,” you call, “don't you wanna cum too?”

He shakes his head, a soft sigh filling the air. “Nah,” he says, cuddles closer into you. “Rest now, baby.”

You roll your eyes. “I can feel your dick against my thigh,” you point out, wiggling your pelvis upward to brush against his throbbing erection. Jungkook holds you down in an effort to stop you. “Fuck me.”

He groans against your collarbone. “No, you’re tired,” he tries to convince you, but his skin is warm and flushed in the way it always gets when he’s riled up. “Sleep.”

With the leg around his hip, you pull him closer. “Fuck me, Jungkookie,” you purr, using the hands in his hair to turn his face up towards yours. His dark eyes are drawn down cutely, pouty lips too. “Use my body,” you suggest, “I’m yours anyway.”

His eyes flutter shut, a quiet whimper falling from his lips. “Don’t say that,” he sighs, “makes me wanna do very mean things to you.”

You smile. “You can do whatever you want to me, don’t you know that?” Another groan, his head falling forward until he’s hiding in your neck. Still, there’s movement from below, he sweats slipping down at his hips until that throbbing cock is pressed into the tiny crease where your thigh meets your pelvis. There’s a moment of hesitation, and you wonder if this is what he felt like earlier when he’d managed to get you to sit on his face. “Inside, Jungkookie,” you murmur, reaching down to line him up with your sensitive entrance. He whines softly, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you close. “Good boy.”

Despite your earlier belief that you’d never survive an encounter with Jungkook after using such a term on him, the result is much different from what you had anticipated. He visibly melts into your arms, cock slipping past your folds easily. “No,” he says, his voice feathery and whiny against your ear. “I can’t.”

You soothe a hand down his back, eyes fluttering shut as he begins slowly rutting against your swollen lips. “That’s it,” you encourage, tugging softly at his wavy hair. Jungkook moans wantonly against your neck, rolling his hips harshly against you until his arms are the only things keeping you from jostling out of his hold. “Do you like this pussy?” you ask, purposefully clenching around him, tummy tightening at the stimulation you keep packing on.

Jungkook shudders, pace growing slipping inside of you. “Yes,” he pants, “s-so wet… creamy.”

“Yeah?” you huff, pressing a smiley kiss against his forehead. “It’s yours.”

“Ffffuck,” Jungkook chokes, picking up his pace as his well-deserved orgasm reaches its peak. He’s breathing harshly now, and it’s taking everything in you to keep your pussy tight around him. But after the night he’d given you, the sounds and faces he pulled from you, it’s the least you can do. Besides, your body, after being so thoroughly pleased, still rears up for one final orgasm with him. “Mine,” he growls, bucking his hips into you. “You’re mine, baby, mine,” he seethes, ending his little tryst with a piston of his hips that makes you gasp, body almost unconsciously spasming around him. It’s painful, but so, so delicious how he manages to pull this last orgasm from you as he finally busts inside of you.

He comes with a stuttering garble of words, none of which you catch as he collapses into your hold for the final time that night. “Fuck,” he pants afterwards, leaning into your touch when he finally registers the soft combing of fingers through his hair. “That was evil.”

You laugh, pulling him closer. “As evil as you making me suffer through three orgasms before putting your dick in me?” you tease. Jungkook slips out of you, and you know it’ll be a hassle to clean your sheets tomorrow but it’s worth it.

“It’s called building the scene,” he weakly defends, blindly tugging the puffy blanket over the two of you. “I was gonna rhyme it with that horrible website you made me use but I already forgot it’s name.”

“Rude,” you snap, “it’s called KissAnime.”

“And fore-play,” he suddenly says, and you almost yank his eyeballs out of their sockets for doing that stupid thing again.

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epilogue 

Two weeks later, your favorite website and home to hentai ads is shut down after years of piracy. Jungkook laughs at your demise, sits and actually cackles at your heartbreak, until he eventually comforts you with his flaming demon cock and a subscription to both Crunchyroll and Funimation. Doyeon spends weeks tracking down a missing package, apparently some freebie she’d gotten for being such an avid customer on Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! before eventually finding it in your drawer. And because her and Jungkook have some awkward life-long rivalry for your attention, he doesn’t pay for that. 

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