#say ur fighting demons in the bathroom a few times

[myristicisms]

DON'T BRING MY SHITTING HABITS INTO THIS 😭

Poo poo anon #2 is the coolest

Sleepless when I catch you sleepless 😠

[unrelatabledude]

THE GREAT OC ROUND UP!!!!

I might make this two parts orz because of the images but i finally!! got some basic stuff down about my most important ocs. Trust me, I could post the huge group pics too but i Wouldn't have Anything to Say about them!!

LETS GO

NAME: Ryouichi Tenma

AGE: Early Twenties

HEIGHT: 154cm

VIBE: Sleepy, plant obsessed, loves monsters and ghosts and especially Slime. Off-putting and shy, but very sweet. 

LIKES: Mold, fungi and carnivorous plants. Building terrariums and aquariums. Pixel art, cryptids and ghost stories. Frogs, snails and moths.

DISLIKES: Public bathrooms, loud noises. The smell of bleach.

SUMMARY:

Ryoutan started out as a Dangan Ronpa OC, a reserve student who would be thought to be the mastermind alongside his talented twin sister. Overtime, he’s morphed to be less angry and more strange. Ryou lives slowly and relaxed. He suffers from insomnia and reads ghost stories to make himself more okay with what could be creeping in the dark. Ryou is a fat, gay trans man, and has had trouble fitting in at school leading to some really unpleasant phobias. Ryou is probably my oldest OC and he means so much to me. He has been in more AUs than I can count and I refuse to stop <3. Ryou is the ambient man u need in ur life.

NAME: Setsuna Tenma

AGE: Early Twenties

HEIGHT: 156cm

VIBE: Punk rock, standoffish. Knows how to play the piano surprisingly well.

LIKES: Rollerblading, fighting games and sports like baseball and MMA. Cats, Ren fairs. Streams frequently.

DISLIKES: Overlyfriendly people (especially men). Cold weather. 

SUMMARY:

Setsuna started out as Ryouichi’s sister in a Dangan Ronpa killing game. She was the SHSL Astrologer. Now, her backstory has her as an old child star who quickly began to resent the fame. By the time she was in high school, Setsuna would begin getting into physical fights to protect her brother, and ended her career on her own terms. As she's grown up, she enjoys playing fighting games professionally, and rollerblading. Setsuna at her core is an extremely guarded person, believing she hurt her best friend via her own search for recognition in society. She loves deeply, but has a thick prickly outer shell that few can breach. She yearns for someone to hold her, and finds it easier to interact with people who are seemingly oblivious to her resting bitch face and sardonic humor. Setsuna is a bisexual cis woman.

NAME: Ciaran 

AGE: 19-20

HEIGHT: 175cm

VIBE: Repressed Catholic Demon. Anxious and overbearing.

LIKES: The routine of cleaning, the sensation of soft silk. Choir Music. Photography and sewing

DISLIKES: Cramped, dark spaces. The smell of dirt.

SUMMARY:

Ciaran was my second DnD character, but the first I really got attached to. A tiefling abandoned by his mother to a church that hated him, Ciaran’s life has been nothing but heartache and confusion. He serves a deity named the All-Father and has committed acts under duress to serve this deity. He’s pious, and a goody-two shoes, and his arc relies heavily on him exploring himself and breaking out of that cult mentality. Essentially a brainwashed Catholic raised in a magic cult compound, Ciaran is ill equipped to interact with the world in a healthy way. Almost as if someone wants him to end his pilgrimage to explore the world knowing he would stay by the church till the end. Haha, but he wouldn't be the target of manipulation…. Would he?

Ciaran is a transmasc bi guy. His gender is complicated.

NAME: Sorrel(-Sprouted-From-Spring) Augustine

AGE: 19-21

HEIGHT: 155 cm

VIBE: Runway princess. Rough around the edges and mysterious.

LIKES: Warm paths, chocolate. Being on the beach, sailing and fencing. 

DISLIKES: Nudity, slimy feeling things. The smell of incense. The taste of blood.

SUMMARY:

Imagine being sold on the idea of Divine Rights for Kings, in a world where being king means magical control equal to nuclear power. Then imagine that sense of superiority being taken away from you when you realize you will never get it, you’re gay as fuck, you’re about to be married to the worst man you know. I mean, then the only sensible option is to confront your fiance and try to leave right? 

In doing that, Sorrel left her kingdom disfigured and cursed to become a horrible monster, now set to be a dungeon crawler in hopes of ridding herself of her fiance’s influence. Originally a Dungeon Bitchs PC (Runaway Princess), Sorrel is now my main ttrpg character in a Heart campaign (Witch with Deadwalker flavoring). 

NAME: Jun Swiftriver

AGE: Mid Twenties

HEIGHT: 178cm

VIBE: A person who has nothing left to lose. Steals everything, gives nothing.

LIKES: Shiny baubles, hot meals. Jewelry, good fabric. The feeling of a feather pillow. The sensation of water on his skin.

DISLIKES: The smell of alcohol. Flames and ash. 

SUMMARY:

Jun started life out as a DnD concept. A water genasi who grew up as an unloved child in a noble family. When the common people finally took out his father and stepmother in an awful house fire Jun took it as a sign to be exactly what he wanted to be and form a new identity. Unfortunately, living completely destitute limited his options. Today, Jun has sold everything he can and stolen everything not nailed down. He’s the traveling companion of a scholar and relearning how to interact with others from a lifetime of being put down and isolated. Jun is a gay trans man.

NAME: Toulouse

AGE: 18-19

HEIGHT: 178 cm

VIBE: Clown!! Mime!! Jester!! Contortionist!! Don’t look behind you teehee!!!!!!

LIKES: Puppets!! Colors!! Aerobatics!! Gymnastics!! Stuffed animals!!! Real animals!! 

DISLIKES: Getting hurt :<!! Beetroot :<!! Sweeping!!!!!!!!

SUMMARY:

Toulouse is a creepy pasta concept come to life. Found by a traveling circus, Toulouse was unable to speak and couldn’t give himself a name. They decided to name him after the city they found him- Toulouse. Still mostly mute, Toulouse works as an acrobat, clown and contortionist for the circus. The catch being that the circus imbues its workers with magic, and it manifested in Toulouse a strong regenerative ability. Toulouse is a clown that simply cannot die. 

NAME: Vesper

AGE: 25

HEIGHT: 174cm

VIBE: God’s perfect little jester. Mean, off putting and pathetic.

LIKES: The sea, antique dolls, the smell of newspaper. Scarves and coats (bulky)

DISLIKES: Gore, braids, heights, tight spaces. Being Ignored.

SUMMARY:

A Magnus archives oc. Vesper was a mean girl until he transitioned at uni. During this time, he realised that for longer and longer periods he would literally be invisible to everyone, and that he wasn’t just being shunned. Eventually, Vesper spent 2 years being invisible to all of society. A chance meeting with a former victim- someone who could see him and someone experiencing similar changes and powers- set him on the path to discover more about Entities. Now, Ves is a pain in the ass to everyone, and constantly on the lookout. Think about him as the guy whose being infected with every disease at once, so none of them can get to him first. Still able to become invisible and spirited others away into fog.

NAME: Kjell Thorngren

AGE: 2000+ (Elf) Around 40-50 (Human)

HEIGHT: 196cm

VIBE: Sickly sweet incense, a smile that doesn’t reach the eye. I hate you for what you did, and I miss you like a little kid.

LIKES: Old books, cracking codes. The smell of snow and summer.

DISLIKES: Loss of control, dirt. The thought and feeling of pain.

SUMMARY:

Kjell is the enigmatic leader of Ciaran’s church. He takes in orphaned boys and raises them in the far north. His church is in a strange pocket of spring in a region that always snows. Kjell worships a fringe god, The All-Father, a parasitic vine god that has infested his old friend. Many of the boys are unaware of it’s true form, and are forced to participate in ritual sacrifice to it. Kjell is ego-driven, rude and considers himself superior to everyone around him. Deep inside, he feels deeply inadequate and has fostered these children to provide both the ego boost and sense of power over them. Kjell is obsessed with his old love, Caramel, to the point of obsessing over features Ciaran shares with him. A deeply abusive man, Kjell will do almost anything to ensure Ciaran returns to his fold. Kjell is a cis man wizard.

 

NAME: Caramel

AGE: 2000+ (Elf) Around 40-50 (Human)

HEIGHT: 188cm

VIBE: Dionysus, Hedonistic. A poet and muse, an inspiration and a deep well of creativity. 

LIKES: Life's simple and indulgent pleasures, the arts. Bodies of all shapes and sizes, the warmth of a good party.

DISLIKES: Overly clingy people. Rude comments, bad social etiquette.

SUMMARY:

Caramel started out as a backstory character for Ciaran’s main backstory antagonist. Kjell’s childhood friend turned somewhat lover turned murder victim, Caramel was a bright spark in Kjell’s life that really amped up Kjell’s possessiveness. Caramel was a poet, a scholar, easy going and smarter than Kjell, and for that Kjell both wanted to kill and immortalize him. The catalyst for Kjell’s life on the run, his murder and infestation with a parasitic god, serves as the backdrop for Kjell’s false religion. He started out as a nothing character, but I adored the idea and design of him so much that he became a larger and larger fixture in our AUs. Caramel is a bi cis man.

NAME: Von

AGE: 24

HEIGHT: 170cm

VIBE: Aloof older brother. Self serving, but as kind as he can be.

LIKES: MMA, Karate and other martial arts. Making flower crowns. Climbing trees. The clink of coins.

DISLIKES: Dependency. He really dislikes anyone touching his neck and back.

SUMMARY:

The other important church boy. The only boy that would stand up for him, and someone that actively ran away from the cult Ciaran was in. He’s still out there in the world, and often feels bad that he felt like he couldn’t take him with. He shows up a lot more in AUs. Von is a mlm cis man, and a human monk.

Here are all the boys at Ciaran's church (this is super old lmao)

See you for part two!

[jckelly]

updated intro / 25/09/20

Is that JACK FIELDING? Wow, they do look a lot like VAN MCCANN. I hear HE is an NINETEEN year old FRESHMEN who are studying AEROSPACE ENGINEERING  at Luxor University. Word is they are an ARISTOCRAT student. You should watch out because they can be PHILOPHOBIC and INSINCERE, but on the bright side they can also be WITTY and IMAGINATIVE. Ultimately, you’ll get to see it all for yourself. [YUNI, 20, GMT, SHE/HER]

hello to anyone who has yet 2 be cursed w my presence in their dms, i am yuni and this is  an updated intro for my demon boi jack! this one is a lilll bit more in depth but not to worry there is a tl;dr at the end ion expect u to read this. feel free to dm me if you would like to plot!

01: BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Jackson Noel Fielding (previously Kelly; recently changed)

Nicknames: Jack - he dislikes the use of his full first name, and only really answers to Jack, unless joking around with Caitriona. 

Date Of Birth: December 4, 2001 (currently aged 19)

Zodiac: Sagittarius sun, Leo ascendant, and Aries moon. 

Place Of Birth: Northern General Hospital, Sheffield, South Yorkshire, England. 

Nationality: Dual UK and US citizenship; he was born and raised in England so was a UK citizen from birth, and acquired US citizenship through his American adopted mother after being formally adopted in 2017. 

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual 

Course: Aerospace Engineering (Freshman)

02: PHYSICAL

Faceclaim: Van McCann 

Voiceclaim: Also Van McCann (but w ... not a Welsh accent LOL think Northern)

Ethnicity: White (English, Irish, Scottish)

Height: 173cm (5′8)

Weight: 52kg (115lbs) / BMI 17.4

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Brown

Distinctive Features: Freckles (many), ear piercings (one hoop in his left ear), scars on his wrists which he hides with long sleeved shirts. 

Clothing Preference: Jack really only wears black, or something close to black like grey. He usually opts for simple clothes, just jeans and long sleeved shirts, and beat up black converse. His Sheffield United hoodie makes an appearance more often than not, because he has a ridiculous amount of hometown pride. 

03: PERSONALITY

Overview

Positive Traits: Witty, imaginative, perseverant, passionate

Negative Traits: Philophobic, disloyal, insincere, callous

MBTI: ENTP

Religious Beliefs: Atheist 

Description

The first side most people see of Jack is the side he wants you to see. A total asshole. It’s not an exaggeration - he’s pretty much infamous for flirting with everyone, dating anyone and as a serial cheater. He’ll actively try to worm his way into your life, and then just when you start to care, he does something to hurt you. He’s strangely persistent, probably helping him to push people even further, until they snap. There is nothing which satisfies him more than managing to wind people up to the extreme, get them to the point where they give up. Adopted parents, friends, nobody is immune to this side - he even tries it on the people he genuinely cares about, as if just to see if he’ll still be able to push them away.

The second side, which most people don’t see, is that at heart Jack is a kid. He’s the type of person to ask if owls have ears at 3am, or get some childlike joy out of dumb jokes. Of course, this is the side nobody but a very small number of people see. And even if you do see it, it never lasts long. He keeps his true personality under wraps even amongst those he does like, and it only slips out if he’s extremely comfortable with you. Otherwise, he’ll go straight back to being a sarcastic, flirty piece of shit.

04: PAST

Biography: 

Jackson Kelly was born in a council estate in Sheffield, South Yorkshire, in the UK. His life prior to adoption is not something he routinely talks about, but that’s mostly because he’d rather not give people reasons to pity him: his mother, 15 when she gave birth to him, was a drug addict; he has no idea who his birth father is or was, and no inclination to find out. Jack’s first ten years of life pretty much fell into the same cycle: get put into foster care, his mother would get clean and take him back, and then the cycle would repeat. But when the cycle ended when he was ten, and he was removed from his mother’s care for good, he wasn’t ready for it to end yet.

Sure, she wasn’t the best parent. But she was his mother. Jack quickly developed a reputation for running away, always found back at the same place. Foster parent after foster parent always ended up returning him, unable to cope with his rebellious tendencies and the constant hunt for him after he had run. As he aged, he only became better at avoiding being found. It practically became a game to him, a way for him to entertain himself. So when a wealthy American heiress and her British CEO husband decided that  of all people, they wanted to foster a now thirteen year old Jack, social workers almost wanted to ask if they’d misspoke. (Jack had assumed it was a practical joke.)

Claire and George, his new “parents,” were patient. They said he didn’t have to call them mum or dad, that even after they officially adopted him two years later he could keep his own surname, that they just wanted him to be happy. They moved him to a better school, got a private tutor to make up for lost time, tried to take an interest in his favourite things. But that wasn’t enough for Jack. Eventually, the situation resulted in drastic measures: a rainy afternoon with a social worker being told that Claire wanted to move the family to her birthplace of New York, and send Jack to the school she had attended many years prior. A fresh start would be better for him, they said. As if Jack didn’t know the real reason. He couldn’t run away if he was thousands of miles away.

And that was how a fifteen year old Jack made his way to Carnifex, with absolutely no change to his desire to wreak havoc or to his somewhat disturbing attitude towards other people. Therapists paid for by his adopted parents might say he was pushing people away to manifest emotions about neglect in early life; Jack would just say that he was keeping things interesting. Either way, the next couple years of his life escaped past him, and before he knew it he was in a school office, being told that his birth mother had died.

Obviously, Claire and George freaked, as if he would do anything. Pulled him out of school for a month, flew him back to England for the funeral, and practically wrapped Jack in bubble wrap like he was a baby or something. All he wanted to do was go back to school, ignore the guilt he felt in his stomach for letting them take him away, and go back to what he did best.

Timeline: 

December 4 2001 - Jackson Noel Kelly is born in Sheffield.

2005 - Jack is removed from his mother’s care for the first time. He is frequently removed from her care and then placed back in it for the next seven years of his life. 

2012 - Jack is removed from his mother’s custody permanently and placed in a temporary foster home. He bounces through foster homes for the next few years, including one where he meets Caitriona and becomes close with her. 

2014 - Jack is fostered by Claire and George. He resists any attempt for them to get close to him, and continues to act out. 

December 2016 - Jack is legally adopted by Claire and George, acquiring US citizenship, although he does not change his surname. 

January 2017 - Jack attempts suicide. He is placed in therapy and plans are made for his relocation to the US. 

March 2017 - Claire and George move back to America, taking Jack with them. He begins attending Carnifex. He continues to visit the UK regularly to visit his birth mother, who he keeps in contact with. 

April 2020 - Jack’s birth mother dies. He immediately disappears from school for a month, without telling anyone where he went. 

May 2020 - Jack returns to Luxor. It’s later accidentally blurted out mid fight with Zander that his mother is dead. 

June 2020 - Jack graduates and Leo tells the school Jack attempted suicide. 

September 2020 - Jack legally changes his surname from his birth name - Kelly - to his adopted parents surname, Fielding. 

December 2020 - Zander and Ches spread posters around claiming that Jack is HIV positive and gave it to Balo. They don’t provide any proof for this allegation, and Jack continues to deny it.

(These are the events ur character would probs vaguely know about!!! Anything else is personal info so they wouldn’t know unless Jack explicitly told them. Feel free to ask me if you’re ever unsure if something is ic knowledge or not!) 

05: OTHER TRIVIA

- He has a fairly strong Yorkshire accent which is obviously something other characters would likely notice when interacting with him. So if he uses words you don’t know it’s safe to assume he’s just being his dumb British self so you are free to have your character question the meaning/not know. (LMK if you’re unsure tho!)

- His favourite band is Oasis (closely followed by Arctic Monkeys), favourite film is Fight Club,  go to drink is either a double vodka coke or a pint of Heineken, and his favourite place is Leadmill in Sheffield because it’s where he’s seen some bands (and fucked girls in the bathroom. Such a romantic.)

- Dyslexic, but if you mention it Jack will fight you, although it’s partially why he leans more toward math based subjects where his spelling ability is irrelevant. 

- Notoriously has a thing for redheads, although that doesn’t prevent him from being crude and sexual towards anyone he happens to meet or interact with.

- Chain smokes anything he can get his ratty little hands on (cigarettes, weed, meh) so expect him to smell of ciggies 24/7. 

- Diehard supporter of Sheffield United and insists there is no better football team even though they really suck

- Weetabix, Weetabix, Weetabix 

06: NOTABLE CONNECTIONS

Within Luxor:

- Friendships: Caitriona, Balo, Avery, Zai, Oakley, Lennon

- Former Relationships: Oakley Prescott 

- Current Relationship: Juliet McCoy

NPCS

- Claire Richardson Fielding & George Fielding: Jack’s adopted parents, who just want to love him despite him being terrible to them. 

- Lauren Kelly: His birth mother, who he misses a lot. 

- Violet Richardson: Claire’s mother, who for some reason adores Jack and considers him her favourite grandchild. Meaning Jack will probably inherit everything when she dies, although he doesn’t really think about that. 

- Emily French: His ex girlfriend from back home, also known as the only girl who Jack truly cared about before Juliet. She broke up with Jack for being too toxic, which although fair, fucked him up for a little bit. Not that he’d admit it. 

07: CONNECTION IDEAS/WCS

Exes (Lots)

Jack has a habit of dating people, dropping them as soon as feelings get involved, cheating on them, and generally being an asshole. So if you want an ex for your muse… yeah.

Enemies

Again, he tends to happily mess with as many people as he possibly can. So he’s probably gotten on the wrong side of at least a couple people.

Friends (fake or real)

Like when he dates, he tends to get close to people before ditching them or screwing with them. So people who think they’re his friends but who aren’t really as close as they think are very welcome. I’m also down to have a couple people who can be the few he genuinely cares about.

08: TL;DR

If you already knew Jack at Luxor:

Little has changed! He’s the same manipulative dick as ever except that he has legally changed his surname. Your characters are tots fine to comment on the change, it’s not a secret or anything. 

If this is your unfortunate first experience with Jack: 

Jack is manipulative, crude, outright insulting, and nasty. He enjoys nothing more than messing with people, and often acts friendly initially just to hurt you later. He is British, adopted, and I call him rat man. 

[alo-piss-trancy]

What would be some Grell omorashi headcanons?

Quick Note: I tend to use she/her for Gr/ell and hc her as a tra/ns wo/man, but I also understand between canon sources, non-canon char interviews, author intentions, dif cultural views, The time period the canon takes place in vs. The year the media was published vs. Our current time now changing views/terms, it's ALL a giant clustertruck question mark blob. So feel free to hc Gre/ll differently, be that a very feminine ga/y man or b/i or nonb/inary or whatever, I genuinely don't mind how anyone hcs characters and fan content does not affect my enjoyment of canon in any way. I'm never gonna pick fights and claim somebody's playing with their imaginary Barbie wrong lmao, kindergarteners know better than that

Now to the actual ask:

ANON I LOVE YOU!!! Gr/ell is one of my fav chars EVER but I never get to talk about her hhhhh ❤❤❤

I've had 8 dang years to think about this so enjoy a varied selection 😼 I'm sorry in advance bc half of these are very lemony oops

General:

* Reapers have stronger bladders than humans (in terms of capacity/general strength), but they're still much weaker than a demon's (goes for all bodily functions tbh. Demons don't really have any, the only reason they would need to go is if they chose to partake in occasional food/drink, and could easily hold it for weeks or even months at a time). A reaper can probably hang in there with a full bladder for a day or two if very determined, less if they've had any strong diuretics/alcohol (I imagine the humans' stuff is p weak tho and barely gets them buzzed).

* Gr/ell's bladder is stronger than a newbie like Ro/nald's, but weaker than someone like W/ill's. Mostly bc she's frequently drinking unhealthy stuff and has no problem up and ditching to pee as soon as she's tired of waiting.

* Not bladdershy in the slightest, and not dysp/horic either. (While she wants a womb/too look more womanly, she also seems fairly content with her body and even takes pride in it in several scenes.) The only time I could see her getting nervous/locking up is if she had a really bad day or felt extra self-conscious, and it wouldn't be a very severe condition.

* She doesn't like going in weird/gross places because she is a Beautiful Lady With Standards, thank you very much. If she has absolutely no choice she'll suck it up and pee in an alley like the commoner humans, but she will complain about it for the next few years at every opportunity.

* That being said she's also a huge hypocrite, and if the situation was reversed would immediately snap at someone like W/ill or Ro/nald to just go in the alley already instead of failing to hide their desperation on the job. You bunch of damn babies, grow a pair.

* If she needs to be serious/doesn't want ppl to know, she can hide desperation fairly well (a little clumsy/flushed and sweaty, but that could be mistaken as her normal goofy behavior), masking how bad it really is until she's a minute from wetting herself.

* If she doesn't care and wants to complain though, she's obvious af. Whines and gripes the whole time, full-blown potty dance to garner sympathy, legs crossed and bouncing, everything. By the time she gets to the suspiciously e/rotic moans ppl usually hurry to find her a bathroom/yell at her to leave lol

* There have definitely been times when Gre/ll used going to the bathroom as an excuse to ditch work for a LONG time or took many frequent smaller breaks to do her nails/read magazines/flirt with Seb, etc. Needless to say, this backfires terribly the one time she actually does have to go because W/illiam definitely isn't putting up with her bs no matter how much she begs or squirms. He's even madder at her when he realizes he'll have to clean the floor. If she wasn't so mad/embarrassed herself, she'd have taken joy in his karma and gladly told him to suck her d/ick.

* That's def not the first time W/ill's seen her desperate or piss herself. As young stud reapers in training I guarantee G/rell got shitfaced at company parties on more than one occasion (or just went out drinking the night before work on a weekday lol). Frequently showed up for field work having to pee every other hour and driving him nuts c':

* She and Ma/dame Red definitely fooled around a couple of times (she's the only woman Gr/ell's ever been attracted to) . Maybe Gr/ell already had the kink and brought it up, or maybe Red saw Gr/ell squirming and asked (insisted) she let her watch until she lost control, but either way things got dirty real quick lmao. Red slapped a demon's ass in the same room as her nephew, she's dom AF (and inappropriate lmao). G/rell's a giant masochist/sadist combo. Do the math 👀👌💯

* I personally love the concept of her ending up desperate after inviting herself along and crashing one of C/iel and Seb/astian's missions and just being miserable the whole time trying to hide it. Because she def can't embarrass herself in front of B/assy, but even worse she will NOT prove she has to take a potty break before some human kid. Naturally, C/iel being the complete brat and posessive bitch he is, immediately picks up on her predicament and torments her the whole time/makes a fool of her without letting Seb know the real issue. She can't lay a finger on him because she'd be Dead and she can't whine for B/assy to get him to stop bc that would mean explaining her problem so it just keeps escalating in comedic fashion. (This isn't even an omo hc really sorry lol, I just love any plot with those two bickering like petty babies as rivals for Seb's attention, even better if Ci/el consistently pulls one over on her and is the more mature one. You killed my aunt and then tried to steal my butler, Get Rekt Bitch )

* In any aus where she isn't hooking up with Red or trying to get Seb, I ship her hard with Un/dertaker (they're my otp actually don't judge me). In those he's actually the one with a massive piss kink and she's weirded tf out at first, but I mean if ur bf already eats dog biscuits and sleeps in a coffin u can probs learn to live with it. She indulges him periodically and he spoils her rotten afterwards. (I actually had several fic ideas for those two back in the day. One day maybe I'll finally get around to it).

* No matter what she draws a hard line at drinking it. No thank you. Golden showers are a maybe but they better have some gr8 shampoo to scrub her luxurious hair with afterwards.

* Wetting herself in that too small choir outfit from s1 that basically made short shorts and a crop top? P l e a s e

Dom G/rell:

* Has totally tried to pin Seb down/trap him somewhere and use his increasing desperation as leverage to get what she wants since he's too proper to wet himself. It probably doesn't work bc he's crafty and also could just throw her across the room, but u know. Points for trying.

* When someone lets her dom them willingly she's an absolutely sadistic fiend. W/ill completely torment them until they're begging and broken, and they have to pleasure her first before she'll show any mercy and allow them to let go. That said, she's got an almost sweet tone to anything she says and is very affectionate the whole time. It's a dichotomy that leaves any subs an absolute wreck. Her absolute fav part is watching ppl squirm and start to leak, it's cute.

* She also likes doing the whole fake sympathy play, where everything nice she says makes it 20x worse for the sub. Poor babies ❤

* Making out so they can't say anything no matter how desperate they are, just writhing underneath her with their whimpers muffled in her mouth? Perfection.

* Slowly pressing her boot into someone's abdomen is her signature move.

Sub Gr/ell:

* Loves the whole humiliation aspect and being all squirmy and nervous in front of (S/EBASTIAN) people, struggling to hide her problems and act casual but knowing her face is flushed red.

* When it gets really bad she gets super whiny and submissive, whimpering and moaning and really playing up the vulnerable aspect. Look how pitiful she is, it would be oh so easy for them to have their way with her~ (and then she bats her eyelashes and they just glare ajdkgk stop fucking around G/rell this is a Serious Scene we talked about this before we started)

* Sometimes she does public holds or gets desperate before a mission/visit just so she can see how long she can get away with it before she has to cave/people get suspicious. It's k/inky, exh/ibitionist, and oh so delicious~

* Lives for (S/EBASTIAN) the dom to get mad and disappointed in her, verbally berating her for not being more composed and embarrassing them in public, manhandling her as she's dragged somewhere more secluded to get ahold of herself, being teased and poked and prodded all while they're sneering in her ear. She wants to feel like the dirtiest, most ashamed and nervous person alive for such a simple need, knowing it's going to come out eventually no matter how hard she tries to be Good, having to beg and plead with teary eyes only to be denied access to the bathroom and told to suck it up and hold it.

* She really liked her original disguise/persona from the Ma/dame Red Days for this exact reason. Could be as shy and stuttery as possible and really play it up, got bossed around/teased by everyone, it was great. Totally got desperate once or twice so 'he' could beg Seb/astian to use the manor bathroom and get pitied. If he 'tripped' and just so happened to lose control and start crying, well, that couldn't be helped...

[aharris00britney]

ASKS 10

‘less weird hairs,’ pics of me, real life questions, seasons thoughts, kpop stuff, ‘are you a boy’ erhdfnv, tutorial questions, edits, ‘safe’ cc, and umm yeah never go camping in the actual woods ok

Anonymous said: Can you do Less weird hair? I Like how good Mesh You make but all styles look Really Weird I never Would use them. I just want Usual hair? Thanks you            

Firstly, thank you for the meshing compliment, but tbh I think I make pretty simple hair styles? Like I don’t do many crazy things especially recently? Idk, I hope you like some of my hairs and can find something that fits in your liking :/

Anonymous said: Hi I really love you content and I was wondering if you’d ever do a “goddess locs” hairstyle?            

Ok I am gonna be super straight forward about this, making hairstyles like this is really challenging for me. I have tried a ton of times and I just can’t get the meshes to work out the way I like. UV mapping is a pain in the ass, making the hairline match well, and making sure none of the mesh strands are broken is next to impossible for me. Most creators that make hairstyles like this do them from scratch or spend a long time working on them for them to look right. I’m not saying ‘no’ because I am going to try to play around with some seasons meshes (I have hair ideas) but no promises :(

Anonymous said: BLACKPINK COMEBACK

i know omg jennie snapped, I wasn’t planning on buying the physical album but I ended up caving in and getting the pink versions ;-; I hope I get Jennie or Lisa photocards

Anonymous said: i know your theme is by gukthemes, but what is it called?            

PAPILLON by GUKTHEMES

Anonymous said: Are you ever gonna do a face reveal?

I have posted a pic of myself before in one of these ask posts, here are three more from the past few months :P

Anonymous said: Fav kpop group(s)???            

1). LOONA (bias Kim Lip) 2). BLACKPINK (bias Jennie) 3). RED VELVET (bias Joy) 4). CLC (bias Yeeun) 5). DREAMCATCHER (idk their names but the rapper)

Anonymous said: You play pokemon go still?

Yes! I collected cards/figures growing up and watched the show before school every morning. I’m not a ‘game’ fan but the mobile app is fun. Actually I played the Wii U Pokemon tournament game but it was boring so :/

Anonymous said: are you going to buy seasons? do you think it is worth it?

I got it from CDkeys for $25 lmao, so yes :P I can’t run the live mode so I kind of am just getting it for the new CAS assets :/ but I think the pack looks really good. Everyone always says ‘it looks like the best EP so far’ every time something new comes out so I’m not gonna say that but we will see :D

Anonymous said: whats ur skin blend called?            

Fruitpunch! You can get it here

Anonymous said: when are you going to be done camping?

I am back home now lmao I assume you sent this when I posted about not having service there :P but I was camping for 3 days? I know it was 2 nights at least refdbv also omg some camping stories:

► I didn’t have my voice for the entire trip bc I got sick with laryngitis, and now koby (the guy i shared a tent with) has it too erfdbvc

► It was blazing hot like omg I was dying, there werent showers, bathrooms, anything with AC. The tents were boiling hot, the ground fucking hurt, and it was just hell ok this isnt even a story I just need to complain.

► There was a racoon family outside the tents the first night, and we thought it was a bear bc we were literally in the middle of the woods, like it wasn’t a campsite with other people, it was the forest ;-; anyways we were legit so freaked out and up for 2 hours just listening to them walk around the tents and god it was so scary rfbdv

► As I said, I had no service so I missed the larvitar community day in pokemon go -_-

► I suck at cornhole so I was the cheer leader for a team UwU

► A deer jumped out right in front of the fucking car like RIGHT IN FRONT OF IT omg we were so close to hitting it like... it was fucking scary

► We went walking on a trail that was down a mountain and once we got down we discovered that the chairlift up was CLOSED so we had to walk back up and it was a nightmare bc we had all just drove like 30 minutes to shower in crappy no pressure no heat showers and we were all sweaty again by the time we got back to the top ;-;

dont go camping

Anonymous said: Your last edit creeps me out.

LMAO why? It isnt meant to be sexual or scary?  

@achinghearts88 said: I really love Sims 4 cc but I constantly struggle with finding safe sites and have accidentally downloaded a virus trying to get cc before so I'm kinda frightened now. What advice do you have for getting safe cc? Thanks!

Hello! I use an adfly skipper + adblock, and if both of those don’t work then I just don’t download the cc. For some creators (nolan-sims, simduction, isjao, ivo-sims, and others) I will turn them off because I know these creators aren’t ones that use the sketchy adfly stuff, but for others that I don’t know well I leave it on. I use: U Block origin and adfly skipper (both on firefox)

Anonymous said: I couldn't find a "contact me" thing but your AHarris00Britney has a broken mesh I think.            

??? idk what this means im sorry ;-; what hair are you referring to?

Anonymous said: an amazing creator and a loona fan???? i stan            

My mind... your mind... our mind..

@chocooosims said: hey, I love your cc, you are such a good creator! :) I'm not sure if someone already ask you that, but have you ever considered making a tutorial where you show us how you create maxis match hair? I mean, I know that I can already find on Internet  tutorials about frankenmeshing hair. But the thing is that you are one of the only creator who do more than simply merge 2 EA's hair together. So, I would really love to see a tutorial of how you are creating your cc! :) Thx for your time!! 

I am making a BIG tutorial right now of me making a hair from start-finish and it is around 3 hours not speed up. My guardian angel is going to edit it for me tonight and then I will try to have it posted next week sometime

Anonymous said: what university are you going to?

Radford :D it is in Virginia

Anonymous said: Just wanted to let you know you're a king           

thank you lmao I wish it were true, stan loona or be beheaded

Anonymous said: r u a guy or girl or non binary etc. also are you lgbtq+ at all? not to judge, just wondering :)

uuh, I’m a gay guy lmao idk about all the other terms like cis/bianary ;-; i like the anatomy exclusive to the male body

edit: rip so someone messaged me asking what I meant by “anatomy exclusive to the male body” and I was like ?? bc I meant i like d**k, and i explained that i didn't like using cuss words on my blog bc my account got shut down/deleted/reported last year and was completely gone for two days while I emailed my butt off to get it back. Also, I was trying to be funny by sounding proper and using big terms like anatomy/exclusive instead of just saying “i like penis” bc that just isnt as fun to say imo. My anatomy teacher never used words like v*gina/p*nis and would say stuff like that, and I always found it funny and I guess that was another reason I worded it that way. Anyways if you think I was being transphobic, I apologize. I hope you don’t think that I am transphobic bc of that? If you want to message me and talk to me about how I can word stuff better then I am around 24/7 mostly, but I’m not going to fight with anyone who is just looking to argue because that is childish. I am sorry to those that got offended but I got one message about this so if something like this happens, message me like this person and ask what I meant so that it isn’t blown out of proportion. Again, I did not think that it would be taken that way and I am sorry if you felt that I was making fun of a trans person. <3

Anonymous said: What do you see in the corner of your room when you get sleep paralysis  (;            

James Charles with breasts on the beach and im not sharing this photo anymore it is demonic OK

Anonymous said: hi! i installed your non-default eye recolors but i'm having a glitch with them. my female sims lose their face in cas and it's just like an empty spot where the face should be. i have the default eyes installed too so i know it's not an issue with a missing mesh but i'm not sure how to fix it.            

Hello!! I don’t think this is my eyes because I’m not experiencing this glitch? Did you run a S4S batch fix over everything? I think that causes this glitch sometimes but I am unsure. Try repairing your game and if you have the “no EA eyelash” mod then redownload that and replace the old file.

@sephirajo said: I found your sims 4 mods and I love the hairs! They're so amazing and pretty.            

thank you so much!

Anonymous said: In your collab with wildpixel, I F**KING love the Ivy hair; do you have any recolours of it or any of the other hairs in the collab?

all the hairs in that pack are recolored in the anathema and sacharinne palette :) and I reblog all recolors of my cc over on @aharris00britneyrecolors

[dovechim]

instant gratification 02 (m)

➾11.6k words ➾ lots of smut, some fluff, a little angst (just like this gif) ➾ warnings: pregnancy mention ➾ summary: the rules of becoming fuck buddies are as follows: no strings attached, don’t play jealousy games, and strictly no cuddling after sex. On a scale of how-fucked-are-you from one to ten, Jeon Jeongguk has you on a 9, in more ways than one.

01 | 02 | 2.5 | 03 (complete)

Jeon Jeongguk, on top of being the nastiest fuckboy who just happens to have some good dick, is a childish brat. 

Parties are so not your thing, and you feel like a fish out of water in the midst of so many scantily clad girls and barely sober frat boys. You’ve been grabbed at least 5 times now, only managing to narrowly escape their clutches the last time, and you have to fight to keep your patience as you try and spot his big head in the overcrowded frat house. You wouldn’t be here if not for his not so thinly veiled threat over text.

4.59pm [jungcock]: 8pm, party at Yugyeom’s. u better be there, bitch 5.10pm [you]: or else what? 5.11pm [jungcock]: or else I’ll accidentally on purpose drop that strip of pictures in ur prof’s pigeon hole 5.12pm [jungcock]: u know which ones 5.13pm [you]: fuck you 5.13pm [jungcock]: better get in line bbg

Turning down yet another offer of a red solo cup containing some shady as hell beverage, you’re about to give up and just call his cell instead, hoping that he isn’t busy being balls deep in some random girl to pick up. You press the phone to your ear desperately, hoping that he actually called you here for a reason so that you can get it over and done with and be back safely in your bed within the hour.

“_____- hey!” A touch slithers around your waist and you’re about to slap the offending hands away when you realise that the voice is familiar. You turn around to face this person, and come face to face with a very drunk Park Jimin. 

He looks like he’s been here for hours already, judging by how he’s slurring his words and his dance moves are getting increasingly dirtier and dirtier, nothing like the sharp professionalism that he displays during cheer.

“____! It’s really you!” He mumbles again before lurching forward suddenly, burying his face in your neck. You’re half thankful that he’s drunk off his ass like this, because then you can pretend like he never saw that strip of pictures, as if he didn’t hear Jeon Jeongguk fuck you in a photobooth.

“Y-you have nice tits,” he murmurs drunkenly into your collarbone, and the same time his hands are migrating from their position on your waist to try and cop a feel.

“Alright alright, red light, Jimin,” you grab his hands firmly and push him away, and you would be a lot more severe if it was anyone other than him. The Park Jimin you know isn’t this inappropriate and overconfident, but apparently he’s a slutty drunk. “Did you come with friends?” 

“No, but I wanna come inside you,” he says with a straight face, then bursts out into giggles.

You let out a long suffering sigh, and brace yourself against his weight when the sea of bodies sends him crashing against you. He leans his entire body into you, unable to keep his own balance, and you resign yourself to wrapping an arm around his waist, scanning the nearby faces for a familiar one. But the lighting is too dim to make out any features at all, and Jimin’s weight is starting to wear you out, so you support him to the side and find him a seat on a random chair.

“Jimin, you stay here okay? Don’t move. I’m gonna get you some water.” You pat his soft cheek a few times to make sure the message penetrates that fog of alcohol in his brain.

You leave him slouched against the wall as you make your way into the slightly brighter kitchen, where the music isn’t half as loud and the people aren’t half as horny. Opening the fridge and getting out a bottle of water, you start to head back to Jimin when you see an open box of pizza and a bowl of nachos on the kitchen counter.

They say grease helps with sobering up right? Or was that for hangovers? Oh fuck it.

You heap a paper plate with two slices of pepperoni pizza and a generous helping of nachos and cheese, ready to hightail it back to Jimin, when three figures block the entryway of the kitchen.

“Having a good time, sweetheart?” Jeongguk has each arm around the waist of two vapid looking girls who look like they might spill out of their tops if they lean forward a tad too much. You take a moment to marvel at how anyone’s chest can be that huge and perky at the same time, and just how many Victoria’s Secret Wonderbras you have to put on to even come close to that.

The two girls peer down their noses at you, taking in the sight of your heaping plate of food with pretentious giggles as they glance at each other. Jeongguk smirks at the girl on his right side before mischievously ducking down to plant a kiss into her ample cleavage, causing her to squeal in surprise.

“Wonderful, if you’ll just excuse me,” you try and sidestep the three of them, the churning in your gut growingly increasingly hard to stomach as the girl on his left also demands the same treatment. Jeongguk’s eyes stray to your own somewhat flat chest in your oversized sweater before returning to hers, letting his hand slide down from her waist to plant on her ass, pulling her into his chest to let you pass.

“Don’t eat too much, _____, I don’t want you throwing up all over me when I pound that cute ass later.” He somehow manages to complete his sentence while having his face buried in her tits, but you don’t grace him with a response. 

Thankfully Jimin is still slouched over on the same seat as you left him. You kneel down carefully in front of him, placing the plate on his lap and pressing the wet, cold surface of the water bottle to his neck. He jerks in place immediately, eyes opened wide as he flinches away from the freezing sensation.

“Jimin, drink this and sober the fuck up.” You shove it into his hands and watch him until his lips touch the mouth of the bottle before snatching back the plate on his lap and taking a bite of the pizza. The greasiness of the pizza satisfies the demon-like hunger that’s been brewing inside you since forever, while the cheesy goodness that erupts in your mouth is almost enough to distract you from the sight of Jeongguk and his two girls indulging in a messy three-way kiss across the room. 

Keyword being almost.

Sejeong would murder your ass if she found you stuffing your face like this instead of sticking to her planned diets for the whole cheer team, but she doesn’t understand that this is what introverts do at parties to keep people from talking to them. It’s either that or hide out in the bathroom with your phone, but you have no one to text and not enough memory on your phone for a decent game to waste the time away.

Jimin has chugged down half the bottle of water by now and is looking a little more sober than he was 10 minutes ago. Sober enough to nudge you with his knee for a bite of your second slice. You oblige him and raise the pizza to his mouth, watching as he takes a large chunk of it and starts chewing. You’re about to try and ask him again if there’s anyone here who can take him home, but then your phone buzzes in your pocket. 

11.00pm [jungcock]: stop babysitting and come upstairs 11.04pm [you]: idk im not really into foursomes 11.05pm [jungcock]: that’s an idea for another time 11.05pm [jungcock]: but seriously, come up babe 11.06pm [jungcock]: I’ll make it worth ur while ;) 11.08pm [you]: I seriously doubt it 11.10pm [jungcock]: try me 11.11pm [jungcock]: come on u were my 11:11 wish

Jimin somehow got his hands on the rest of your nachos while you were texting, so with nothing to occupy you now, you reluctantly leave him to try and find out what Jeongguk wants. He’s waiting at the top of the stairs, surprisingly alone and his eyes light up when he spots you trudging up the stairs.

“Got rid of pussy boy so easily?” He grabs your hand and starts to lead you towards one of the rooms, closing the door behind you and locking it.

“Got rid of those bitches so easily?” You shoot back.

“Someone’s feisty tonight, is it that time of the month?” His comment only riles you up further, and you resist the urge to punch him in the nose.

“Let’s just say I am, so I can just suck your dick and go home okay?”

Jeongguk drops your hand immediately with a horrified expression on his face, backing away from you as if you have a loaded gun pointed at him. “Are you really?” 

“No, I’m not, but I am running out of patience. Didn’t know you were this much of a squeamish manchild. Hurry up and get your dick out so I can go back to sleep.” You shove at his chest to direct him back onto the bed. “And hand over those pictures.”

“Aww c’mon babe, I was only joking,” he strokes your cheek tenderly. “And that’s the first time someone’s ever talked about my dick and sleep in the same sentence.”

“Cut the crap Jeongguk, what do you want?”

Jeongguk grabs your hand to pull you down onto the bed beside him. “Let me eat you out baby, I’ve missed that pussy so much.”

He doesn’t waste any time beating about the bush as he coaxes you to lie back against the pillows and parts your knees so that he can settle in between them. His hands immediately start massaging your lower stomach, making their way down to the curve of your hips over your jeans.

“W-what about those other girls?” Your voice is a little shaky as he undoes the button on your jeans and pulls it down to your knees. “I’m sure they would have been more than glad to let you eat them out.”

“Why would I want other pussy when yours tastes the best?” Jeongguk lowers his head to kiss at your inner thighs, suckling with his tongue at the soft flesh. From his position at the juncture of your thighs he can already smell you, and he buries his nose into the crotch of your underwear. “Fuck, no one smells as good as this pussy does.”

He licks the seam of your light blue cotton panties, dampening it so that turns transparent and sticks to your already rapidly dampening lower lips. “What a pretty pussy, but I’d like to see it without these panties. Hips up baby.” 

You oblige and raise your butt, allowing him to slide your panties down along with your jeans to your calves. With your knees liberated, he coaxes you to lay your thighs flat on the bed so that your inner lips are completely spread and not touching each other. The sensation of being fully exposed to him while he’s still dressed starts to make you feel self-conscious, but his sharp intake of breath at the sight of your drenched slit soothes you a little.

“That’s it, spread your legs wide and show me that pussy, don’t be shy… I love eating this pussy, you like getting your cunt licked don’t you?” His compliments and dirty talk make you feel a little less self-conscious, and you inch your hips into his face, moving your dripping core closer to his mouth. He rewards you with a lick and noisy suckles as he laps up your juices that are leaking out of you. Your arousal smears all over his lips and even the tip of his nose, but Jeongguk doesn’t mind, in fact it turns him on to be as messy as possible.

He concentrates his efforts on your slit, dipping his tongue in a few times teasingly and avoiding your clit altogether. 

“Jeongguk, please, please…”

“Please what baby? What do you want me to do to you?” He allows his mouth to slurp and smack against your lips.

“Clit please, I want you to suck my clit.” You’ve learnt that by now Jeongguk rewards you when you use your words, so there’s no use being shy and demure, at least not when he has his head between your legs.

“Good girl.” He uses two fingers to spread your lips further and expose your throbbing clit to him before latching on and suckling with increasing pressure. The direct stimulation to your clit might have been painful if anyone else had attempted it, but Jeongguk knows how to warm you up before attacking your clit, and attack he does. He flicks your nub with the tip of his tongue while sucking at it hard, and releases your pussy lips so that it hugs his mouth tightly.

His tongue directly on your clit sends spasms up and down the length of your body, even as your thighs tremble around him. Jeongguk runs his fingers along your folds as he continues to suck, gently sliding one finger inside you.

“Shit, you got even tighter because I didn’t fuck you for so long, is that right baby?” Your walls clench down on his finger the moment he enters you, and he’s right. You always need him to warm you up with at least three fingers before you’re ready to take his cock. Right now at the beginning, one of his fingers feels like a stretch already, but Jeongguk loves the way you tighten around him even if it’s just one finger.

Maybe it’s because you don’t really have sex often other than with him, and if he weren’t abusing your clit with his tongue, you’d feel embarrassed over how tight you are with just one finger. You don’t know how many times Jeongguk has fucked other girls, and you don’t want to know either because you have a feeling that you’ll hate the answer too. But it’s just a chore to start over with a new person, wait for them to find all your sweet spots and most importantly, hoping that they have the patience for intensely longer foreplay than usual. So you just stick to letting Jeongguk get you off.

He pulls out while letting your juices accumulate on his tongue before spitting them onto two fingers and easing them back in. If it’s one thing you know Jeongguk loves, it’s getting as messy as possible, getting your juices on him and his cum on you, so you know that he’s as turned on as you are now. Once your walls are slightly more warmed up around him, he starts to thrust deeper with his fingers as he places the flat of his tongue on your clit, and the double stimulation as your walls shuddering in pleasure.

“Jeongguk- ohhh fuck I’m so wet, I’m gonna come.”

“That’s it baby let me hear how good I’m eating this pussy,” he draws away to lick his lips, eyes still fixated on his fingers buried in your cunt. “Are you gonna come all over my fingers like a dirty girl? You’re so wet already, if you come you’re gonna wet the bed.” 

“Yes, Kook, right there, my clit please,” you beg for his lips back on your clit. “Wanna come with my clit in your mouth.” He does as you ask and uses his other hand to spread your lips obscenely again, sucking your clit straight into his mouth.

You reach down to push his head further into your pussy as you reach the peak with a cry of his name, your back arching from the bed as you feel a gush of liquid from your pussy soak his cheeks and chin. The waves of pleasure have your walls fluttering around his fingers as he sits up to watch you in the throes of your orgasm, eyes closed and cheeks flushed, biting your lip as you thrust your hips to ride out your pleasure.

“You look so good when you come, especially when I’m the one doing it,” he smirks as he pulls his fingers out of your clenching core, licking and sucking the rest of the juices clean. He’s kneeling on the bed facing you now, and the tent in his pants is painfully obvious.

Still panting and out of breath, you regain some semblance of consciousness and close your legs modestly, pushing yourself to sit up. As you reach down to adjust your jeans and underwear, something uncomfortable digs into your butt and you pull it out, only to realise that it’s your phone, lit up with messages and missed phone calls.

12.09am [Chim]: wher r u 12.09am [Chim]: why did u ditch me  12.10am [Chim]: gonna do a kegstand if u don’t come stop me 12.13am [Chim]: hoseok hyung already did it 12.15m [Chim]: last call

12.20am 3 missed calls from Chim

“Fuck, I have to go,” your heart skips a beat upon scrolling through all those notifications and realising how much time has passed. You hastily tug on your jeans the rest of the way and zip up, noting the incredulous look on Jeongguk’s face as you leave him painfully aroused on the bed.

“Wait babe, seriously? What the fuck could be more important than this monster dick right now? It’s so hard for you, why don’t you come and suck me off like a good girl hmm?” He glances down at the bulge with a self-satisfied appraisal of his own size, and you roll your eyes in disgust.

“I’m not going anywhere near that dick until your ego deflates.” You let yourself out of the room and head down the stairs, scanning the room for Jimin. Jeongguk springs up off the bed to follow you out. You spot a large group of people gathered around the living room, and his bright pink head is near the middle of it. 

“Kegstand! Kegstand! Kegstand!” The crowd is chanting, and two frat boys are on either side of Jimin, ready to help support him as he flips into a handstand effortlessly.

“_____, let’s go back okay? Jimin’s a big boy, he can take care of himself, what I need is for you to take care of me-” He grabs your hand in an attempt to persuade and coax you back into the room, but you shake him off impatiently, leaving him fuming and incredibly aroused on the stairs. 

You barge through the crowd, rudely elbowing people aside until you reach the three boys, tugging on Jimin’s ankles. “Park Jimin, you’re not fucking doing this, get the fuck down now.” You turn to glare at the two boys by his side, and they immediately take their hands off him and raise them up in their intimidation. His lower body, unsupported now, begins to sway and you catch his feet with your hands, bringing them down and helping Jimin to stand. 

“______! Y-you came back!” Jimin is almost as drunk as when you first found him, again. The smell of beer on his breath overwhelms you, and you wrinkle your nose in distaste.

“Chim, we’re going home okay? Before you do anything else that might endanger your life,” you help him toward the entrance of the house, unlocking your phone to call for an Uber.

“Mhmm okay,” he mumbles with his head slouched into your neck, and the sensation of his plush lips sends your heart racing. “I’m a good boy. And this good boy has something to tell you.”

“Yes Chim?” You mumble distractedly as you memorise the car number and keep an eye out on the road for the car.

“I like you, _____. Ever since we were paired up for our first stunt, I really really liked you, and it’s just… I didn’t have the guts to tell you and then you went and had this thing with Jeon and I was so fucking jealous of that fucker who gets to fuck you and leave his cum all over you and… that practice was the worst day of my life…”

You heart skids to a stop in your chest even as his drunken confession trails off into silence, and he slumps against your shoulder. Shaking his shoulder tentatively, you manage to get him to open his eyes again with some semblance of consciousness. “Chim…”

“And I k-know he treats you like shit, it’s all over your damn face, and I j-just want you to give me a chance,” his words are slurred but there’s no misunderstanding them. “I’ll treat you the w-way you deserve, not like a personal cum dump like Jeon does.”

“Chim, you’re drunk and you don’t know what you’re saying, if you can say this to me again tomorrow then we’ll talk about it okay?” You soothe him with a hand on his forehead, pushing aside his bangs and shielding the top of his head as he gets into the backseat and slouches onto the headrest. You read out the address of his dorm to the driver, and you begin to pull away from that disaster of a party, finally. But just when you’re about to relax back against the seat, your phone chimes.

1.01am jungcock sent you an image

Your fingers are trembling as you unlock your phone and open your conversation with him. As the image is downloading, your grip on your phone sweaty as you wait for the blurry image to appear.

Jeongguk’s thighs are framing the picture, muscles flexed and tense in their definition. But that’s not the main focus of the picture. He has a pair of ruby red lips wrapped around the head of his cock, and the picture is accompanied by the caption: ‘wish u were her(e)’

1.06am jungcock sent you a video

The video immediately downloads itself since you’re still on the app, and the still image itself is similar to the picture he sent. There must be some sort of invisible force that drags your thumb to the play button, and you make sure to mute the volume before the video starts playing.

The girl’s face is cut off except for her plump, overdrawn lips that bob on his cock and her tearstained cheeks. Jeongguk guides her movements with a hand on the back of her head, pushing her further down on his length as his hips thrust up. The excess of saliva that collects on his length tells you that he must have fucked her throat before this, and the force of his thrusts makes the girl gag on his cock with what looks like noisy gasps.

Bile burns in your throat and you lock your phone bitterly when the video ends, burying it away in the depths of your pocket. The car jerks as it turns into the residence halls, and Jimin crashes into your side, and he does a face plant into your lap. You reach to support his neck and lift him up into his own seat, but then revenge burns deep in your gut, and you tug him closer to you instead, positioning his head on your shoulder with his face into your neck.

You take out your phone and open the camera, making sure that it captures Jimin’s plump lips against your neck and send the image to him without any hesitation.

Two can play at this game.

*

An uneasy feeling settles in the pit of your stomach, and you try to stay as still as possible while taking deep breaths in order to calm it. The school field is currently set up with booths for the different sporting clubs to promote their activities to prospective freshmen, and the entire atmosphere is chaotic and noisy, with music blaring from speakers and general chatter of the crowd.

The basketball team has their booth right across from yours, and you try not to notice Jeon Jeongguk currently fooling around with his teammates, dribbling a ball and attempting to spin it on his finger. Ever since he sent you that video at the party you’ve been ignoring all his calls and messages and throwing yourself into cheer practice instead in order to hide the fact that you’re clearly way more affected by this jealousy game than he is. To admit you’re jealous would be to lose, so you avoid his eyes every time they stray to the cheerleading booth, only to glance back when you think he’s not looking. Sejong is busying herself arranging the trophies one last time to make sure they’re perfectly lined up on the table, but she pauses to shoot you a concerned look.

“_____, you sure you’re okay? You look kinda pale, like you’re about to throw up or something.”

You wave away her concern. “I’m fine, just nervous for the showcase later.”

She doesn’t buy your excuse one bit. “Come to think of it, you haven’t been eating well the past few days either. I know I said we had to go on a diet, but that doesn’t mean skipping meals, you know how strict I am about that.”

You think back to the previous few days to try and recall if you’ve skipped that many meals. “It’s not that, my eating habits are just much less regular now, but I promise I’m eating.” She looks as if she might argue more with you, but a shout interrupts her.

“Please warm up and get ready for the showcase, everyone!” Your coach gathers the team’s attention by clapping his hands.

“_____, where’s Jimin? He’s really late, he should’ve been here an hour ago!” Sejong frowns as she surveys the members who are already present and starting to warm up as well.

“Umm, I’m not sure, but I could give him a call?” You pause in the middle of your leg stretches to rummage for your phone in your bag. Ever since that night at the club last week, every time you see Park Jimin at practice, guilt consumes your entire being for using him as a pawn in your jealousy game with Jeongguk. It’s not right to use him and drag him into your affairs like this, and you don’t have the courage to own up about what you did to him that night. But just as you’re about to press dial on his number, you spot him sprinting in from the other side of the field.

“I’m sorry I’m late, Captain. Lost track of time,” he pants an apology to Sejong.

“It’s alright, just hurry go and warm up. Don’t forget we’re doing the new routine today, so that means you’re with _____.”

“Yes Captain!” Jimin heads over to your side just as you resume your stretches. “Hey _____, need some help with stretching? You have problems with the warm ups for splits right? Here, put your leg on my shoulder.”

You freeze when Jimin approaches you, and immediately the guilt hits you at full force. His kind smile and cheerful disposition only makes you feel worse as he positions himself in front of you, seemingly having no recollection of his drunken confession at all. While it makes it easier for you to just forget and pretend it never happened, you can’t help but smile back at him as he grins at you brightly and offers his shoulder for you to stretch. Jimin has always been nothing but gentlemanly and respectful towards you, and his behaviour is such a welcoming change, and you feel like you could get used to this. At his own booth, you watch Jeongguk toss the ball back at his teammate and pause to watch the two of you interact, his glare burning into Jimin’s back.

“Um, okay thanks Chim,” you have no reason to refuse him, and Jeongguk’s full attention awakens your desire for revenge once more, overriding any remaining guilt. You raise a leg to chest level first, stretching out your hamstrings before extending it to rest your ankle on Jimin’s shoulder. He places a hand on your ankle as he takes a few steps forward to widen the split, and even though the discomfort makes you wince a little, you can’t help but check Jeongguk’s reaction just over Jimin’s shoulder.

His jaw is clenched and brows are furrowed and a sense of victory surges in your chest. Even when his teammates call him over for a casual two on two game, he doesn’t budge from his spot. You lower your right leg and begin to stretch your left leg in the same way, eyes remaining on Jeongguk’s the whole time. 

“Let’s go team, time for our showcase! Let’s kill it c’mon!!” Sejong’s voice rises over the loud electronic music blasted on the speakers, and you lower your leg from Jimin’s shoulder with a grateful smile as you hug him around the waist in thanks.

Jimin is a little nonplussed at your over-the-top show of gratitude, but he reciprocates nonetheless with his hands squeezing your waist gently, left bare by the crop top of your red and white striped cheer outfit.

The stage is set up with cushioned mats for your team’s performance, and the emcee is introducing your performance item next, attracting a huge crowd as they gather in front of the stage to watch. As you line up on the stage in your positions waiting for the music to commence, the exhilaration that accompanies every routine sends your blood racing through your veins, replacing any trace of your queasiness from earlier. A particular face in the front row catches your attention, and you realise that it’s Jeongguk the second the music starts, causing you to miss the first beat.

Gritting your teeth in concentration, you force yourself to remain focused and keep your eyes off him as Jimin lifts you up in full extension and you pull your leg up behind you. The similar formation of three other couples on either side of you gains approval and applause from the audience, and you flash them your best cheer smile.

The rest of the routine goes by smoothly, and you end it off positioned on Jimin’s shoulders as you thank the crowd. After the showcase, hordes of people are attracted to your booth, and every single member on the team is busy answering questions and accommodating interested visitors.

This year, as part of something different from the previous years, there’s a small padded mattress set up beside the booth in order to give visitors who are interested an opportunity to try a small segment of cheerleading. It’s proving to be immensely popular as almost all the bases on the team are lifting and carrying girls on their shoulders, while some of them are acting as spotters for incoming freshmen who want to try lifting one of the flyers. 

“Hands on her thighs, that’s it… and hold for three seconds… then down! Well done!” Jimin grins at a freshman with dark blonde hair as he helps to flip you over in a modified basket toss. You land safely in Jimin’s arms as he helps you down, and you smile and thank the freshman for his interest and participation.

Someone taps you on the shoulder from behind. “Um, excuse me, but can I try one of those stunts that you did on stage just now?”

You start to smile and turn around. “Of course, just step right this way-”

This can’t be happening. Jeon Jeongguk is standing behind you, having changed out of his basketball jersey and clad in a casual dark blue polo and black denim jeans. He has an innocent little bunny grin on his face as he glances between you and Jimin hopefully. “You guys were awesome on stage; I just really want to become like you!!”

“Cut the crap Jeon Jeongguk, what the fuck do you want?” Jimin steps protectively in front of you.

“I just want to help in a… basket toss, is that what it’s called?” The look on his face is absolutely innocent, but you can practically see the evil gleam in those stupid doe eyes of his.

“How about no, and you just fuck right off-” Jimin starts up, but you interrupt him. 

“Of course, just head over here and we’ll show you!” You hurriedly clap a hand over Jimin’s mouth just as your coach strolls past the three of you, pausing in front of your group with his scrutinising eyes and unforgiving stance.

Jeongguk grins as you beckon another one of the team’s bases over. You position him behind you as you step into the open palms of Jimin and the other base, with your hands on their shoulders and knees slightly bent. Your coach heads over to stand beside Jeongguk to direct him on where to place his hands and how much force to use.

“That’s right… now place your hands on her upper thighs, and when you push, you’ll direct your force upwards to throw her up into the air. The other two bases will do most of the work, you just have to support her thighs in this position, ok?” Your coach places Jeongguk’s hands on your upper thighs. “It’s okay to touch her, don’t worry kid. It’s to make sure she’s safe.”

But Jeongguk doesn’t need any sort of encouragement at all to place his hands on your thighs, and when your coach removes his own hands, Jeongguk’s creep up further until they’re right below your ass. Your coach is explaining the steps of the stunt to him while Jeongguk’s hands wander up, even massaging your ass for a few seconds before stroking his palms downwards and venturing towards your inner thighs. You can only imagine the smirk on his face as his hands dart upwards, the only deterrence being your safety shorts.

“Ready? On three you’ll toss her, the bases will catch her so don’t worry about that.” Coach says while taking a step backwards. “One, two, three!”

Most of the power of the toss comes from the bases on either side of you and not from Jeongguk. As you’re suspended in mid-air, you split your legs and touch your toes before closing your legs on the way down, landing in the arms of your bases. Jeongguk pretends to be fascinated as he looks up at you in the air, when most likely he’s just using it as a chance to look up your skirt. He claps exuberantly when your feet are back on the ground.

“That was amazing!! Thank you!!!” Jeongguk thanks Coach as he leaves to supervise another cluster. 

“Can you leave now? You got what you were looking for right?” Jimin says immediately once Coach is out of earshot.

“Huh? What are you talking about? I came over to learn some stunts!” Jeongguk feigns a hurt expression.

“That tent in your pants says otherwise, you fucking pervert,” Jimin shoots back as he turns to you to make sure that you’re okay. But your eyes are drawn to the front of his pants, and you gasp in mortification, embarrassment heating up your cheeks as you glance around to see if anyone else has noticed.

But Jeongguk doesn’t even have the decency to be embarrassed about this, and he doesn’t even attempt to hide his erection. “It’s not my fault the girls on this team are so smoking hot,” he grins and winks at you. “Nice ass, by the way.”

*

The end of the showcase leaves you sweaty and dying for a shower as you trudge back to your dorm building. You’re aching to rip off your suddenly too tight crop top, and the thought makes you fret about whether you’ve gained weight or not. Occupied by your worries, you make it all the way to the lobby of your building before noticing a familiar figure waiting by the lifts.

“Got rid of it so fast?” You say with a pointed look at his crotch, still unable to forget the second hand embarrassment. 

“No, I tucked it under my waistband, it’s such a neat trick- wanna see?” He shoots you a cocky little smirk, lifting his polo shirt just a tad to reveal the hint of tanned abdomen, but you roll your eyes and turn your head the other way. “C’mon baby, are you mad at me?”

Jeongguk takes it upon himself to invade your personal space by sliding both arms around your waist, burying his nose into the crook of your neck. You don’t have the energy to push him away, and his touch does feel nice against your heated skin, so you allow yourself to relax in his arms.

“No.”

“Babe, I know girls well enough to know that’s a complete lie.”

“I’m sure you do.” You shoot back at him with a glare, slapping his hands away when the lift arrives. You should tell him to go fuck himself and leave you alone, but somehow having his undivided attention like this makes you feel like you could maybe forget about that girl sucking his dick like she was starving for it.

He steps in after you and dives to press the button for your floor before you can do it yourself. Jeongguk seems to be in a good mood after that whole cheerleading fiasco as he positions himself to stand behind you and wiggles his hands around your waist in a clingy backhug that is so unlike him. “Are you mad at me about today? Or is it the video?”

“Why would I be mad about the video? It’s not like we’re exclusive or anything, get over yourself Jeon.” You step out of the lift and rummage in your bag for your keys, but he follows a step behind you even as you unlock your door and drop your bag on the floor. Your voice is the perfect blend of apathy and indifference in order to hide the fact that the video still haunts your sleep at night. “Can you get out? I’m about to strip out of this fucking uniform and I don’t think I can wait a second longer.” 

“For what it counts, no one sucks dick like you do,” Jeongguk fixes you with a sincere look that tells you he isn’t joking, but if it’s meant as some kind of twisted apology, it doesn’t come off that way at all. “Besides, it’s not like you didn’t do anything with Park either. Fucking in a taxi- now there’s somewhere even I haven’t gone.” He seems to find the entire thing funny, but you know his jokes and laughter are simply a façade to hide his jealousy, or else he wouldn’t have pulled that stunt with Jimin today.

“For once, I win,” you smirk half-heartedly at him, not bothering to refute his claims whatsoever. Just let him believe that you fucked Park Jimin, because then at least you win this jealously game somehow, if not in the way you intended. You cross the room to grab some spare clothes before heading to the attached bathroom and shutting the door behind you.

Ripping off the tight long sleeved crop top and tossing it on the floor of the bathroom is pure relief, and you shed the tight pleated skirt and your panties before stepping into the shower and turning up the water as hot as it will go. Jeongguk’s voice sounds faintly from outside, but then you hear the door opening and curse Sejong’s idea of removing it after accidentally getting locked in once. 

Jeongguk strips himself of his clothes and pushes aside the curtain to see your naked form as you turn your back to him.

“I didn’t say you could join.”

“Let me make it up to you babe,” is all he says as he reaches for some shampoo and starts to lather your hair. It’s his favourite phrase when you’re pissed off at him, and like the sucker you are, it works every time without fail. The relaxing sensation of his nails against your scalp makes your shoulders sag, and he makes sure to gather every last strand of your hair meticulously without letting his hands wander to other areas of your body. His uncharacteristically platonic actions melt your resolve a little as he carefully washes the foam from your hair.

He moves on to grab some of your grapefruit scented body wash, inhaling deeply. “So this is what you use to smell so damn good every time.” Jeongguk squirts a little onto his palm before smoothing them over your shoulders and down your back, and the feeling of his wet palms gliding over your body makes you forget that you’re supposed to be mad at him and you lean into his touch. He responds with a deep chuckle that you can feel all the way down in your lower belly, and all of a sudden a deep, lustful hunger is awakened, and you know only one way to satisfy it. 

You turn to face him and tiptoe while grabbing the back of his neck to bring his lips down onto yours in a hungry clash of lips and tongue, and that’s when Jeongguk knows he’s forgiven, and given the green light to go ahead. His hands run up and down your sides, rubbing your nerves raw as you close the space in between your bodies to feel the hard evidence of his desire right up against your belly. He abandons your lips to suck bruises into your skin, his still soapy hands cupping each breast and beginning to knead just the way you like it on the pretence of washing every inch of your skin.

He lets the water wash off the suds before attaching his lips onto a nipple and roughly tweaking the other with merciless fingers. Jeongguk doesn’t usually pay this much attention to your breasts, usually he just gives you a very minimal amount of foreplay before pulling down your underwear and thrusting home, but today he lavishes his attention on your chest. He’s liberal with his teeth as well, sucking and biting a little too hard, and your breasts are more tender and sensitive than usual. Wearing the tight crop top all morning has only aggravated it, and you whine in pain on a particularly harsh suck and graze of his teeth, causing Jeongguk to freeze in his ministrations.

“J-just, they’re a little sore,” you murmur under the warm spray of the shower head, and he accepts it with a gentle kiss to each breast before concentrating his efforts on the dip of your collarbone instead. When the water starts to run cold, he reluctantly gives a final lick to your jawline before pulling away and tugging you out of the shower. Jeongguk hastily pats your body dry with the fluffy towel hanging on the rack, still remembering to be gentle with your chest and you watch him bite his lip in concentration as he towels your hair dry. So this is what he might look like if he weren’t a fuckboy, doing things not for the sake of getting into your pants; this is what he would look like if he actually cared about your feelings for a change.

A pleased smile spreads itself across his lips when you’re all dry, and for once it’s not a cocky smirk or lewd grin. His lingering touches in the shower leave you unsatisfied still, so you reach for his length and stroke him a few times, which is enough to make him to grab you around the waist and gather your legs around him to carry you to your bed. He places you on the bed and kisses his way down your torso, avoiding your tender nipples until he reaches the apex of your thighs. His wet tongue laves against your inner thighs, and reawakens your desire for him to fill you up to the brim with his girth.  

“Jeongguk-ah, not today, just hurry.” Your impatience makes him pause in his open mouthed licks against your core, your dripping arousal already coating his lips. You sit up a little to reach for his erection, letting your palm envelope the head in teasing strokes. You’re dying to taste the precum that’s already gathered there on your tongue, but even more impatient to feel him deep inside your walls, spreading you apart. Your rough strokes have him panting in seconds, little ‘ah’s and ‘oh’s sounding so sweet from those lips of his. Just as you position yourself back further on the bed and he places his hands on your knees to spread them, you place a hand on his chest before the head of his cock touches your soaked folds.

“D-do you have a condom by any chance?” Your heart sinks especially when you remember that the two of you had agreed to not using one back when this started as long as either of you used protection with other partners, so the chances of him carrying a random condom around are low. But the sore twinges of your nipples and thrown off appetite has you a little paranoid, and you’d rather be safe than sorry. 

Jeongguk pauses with his hand stroking his cock lazily, tearing his eyes away from your dripping, exposed folds that are almost begging to be spread and fucked. “Why? Do we need one? I thought-”

“J-just in case,” you breathe heavily at the sight of his cock in his hand. “In case that girl gave you something.” You’re using her as an excuse, since it’s highly unlikely, and you both know that.

“It’s not because you fucked Park Jimin right?” He asks jokingly, but his eyes are serious and he doesn’t give you a chance to look away. When you shake your head firmly without breaking eye contact, he knows you’re being truthful because you wouldn’t lie about something as serious as this. “You’re still on the pill right?” 

“Yeah, but… I just felt… weird for a bit. I’m sorry, I know you hate wearing one but-”

“It’s okay, baby,” he says with an unexpected kiss to your forehead, and the tenderness of his actions has your heart skipping a beat, expecting him to put up more of a fight about it. “I’ll wear one if you want me to, but the problem is… I don’t have one right now.” The disappointment is evident in his voice as he rests back on his knees on the bed.

Your eyes dart over to Sejong’s side of the room. “I-I think Sejong has some. Just in that drawer by the bed over there.” 

Jeongguk doesn’t hesitate as he crosses the room in long strides and retrieves a foil wrapped package and he tears it open with his teeth even before he reaches the bed. “I haven’t worn one of these in ages,” he comments as he slips it on, and your breath catches in your throat, and not because the head of his cock is currently probing at your folds.

Does that mean he hasn’t fucked anyone else other than you since you started this thing? The thought is cut short when he pushes past your folds and the stretch makes you forget everything but how good he feels inside you. He exhales heavily as he bottoms out inside you, the sensations lessened due to the barrier, but it still feels good to be inside your warmth again.

“Fuck, you’re tighter than usual,” he says as he draws his hips back to give a few experimental thrusts, and your walls cling on tight to his length, making it hard for him to move. Jeongguk places a thumb on your clit to rub in circles because he knows that penetration doesn’t really do anything for you as it does for him, and you respond by wrapping your legs around his waist and drawing him in closer.

You’ve never fucked him in an actual bed before, so it feels more intimate than you’re used to as he touches his forehead to your shoulder to increase the force behind his thrusts. Each slap of his skin against yours makes you claw and scratch at his back, and he makes sure to keep his thumb on your clit as well, drawing out whiny moans from the back of your throat.

“Jeongguk, ah fuck, that feels so good, you’re so good,” you can only breathlessly moan as he slides his hands under your knees to bring them together so that you fit even tighter around his cock.

“Fuck, I love hearing you whine when I’m pounding that pussy,” Jeongguk grunts when your walls close in around him. “So wet, so tight, so- fucking- good.” He punctuates each word with a thrust that bathes your nerves in an ocean of ecstasy, and you actually sob and gasp for air.

“Harder, Jeongguk, fuck me harder,” you plead with him to quench that aching desire in your core. He obliges by hooking both legs over his shoulder and leaning his weight onto his palms, taking advantage of your hyper flexibility as a cheerleader to nearly fold you in half as he continues to pound his cock in and out. 

By now you’re incoherent and reduced to sobs and whines, which are music to his ears as your walls pulse around him, and he sends you over the edge embarrassingly quick. Trapped under him, you can only thrash against his body as he continues to thrust through your orgasm, and the tingles of white hot pleasure reaches all the way down to your toes.

When the pulsing of your walls has slowed, Jeongguk lets up and gently pushes your legs from his shoulder, kissing your ankle like he did the last time he spread you open in a split. He continues to thrust at a leisurely pace, but even so you wince from oversensitivity and stop him with a hand to his lower abdomen, feeling the hard pecs under your fingers.

“Wait, Jeongguk, ouch, not so hard. Let me top.” He pulls out and sits on the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide, and you slide off the bed to stand between them. Reaching back to stroke his cock a few times, you bend down to wrap your lips around him to taste a combination of the both of you before turning to let your back face him and spreading your legs to sit on his cock slowly.

Jeongguk’s cock spreads you apart, and you support yourself on his thighs as you sink down slowly. He lets out a deep moan even as his hands situate themselves on your waist to urge you down a little faster, but you opt to tease him by resisting with your grip on his thighs. When you finally hit the base of him, he exhales sharply into the nape of your neck, mouthing at your skin in order to keep some semblance of control.

Pushing against his thighs, you start to move up and down his cock ever so slowly, making sure to clench your walls against him tightly every time you go down. After a while Jeongguk gets tired of letting you set the pace, so he grips your waist tightly and moves you up and down his cock a little faster, while giving small thrusts with his hips that are still pinned under your weight.

“Jeongguk, ah-, you’re so big,” you pant as he drills into you slowly, and the friction of him against your soaked, oversensitive walls makes you squirm in his grasp. His length is swollen inside you from having been aroused for so long, and his thickness elicits continuous gasps from your lips as he continues to bounce you up and down. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna come soon, but I want you to come one more time baby,” he whispers into your neck. He increases his speed slightly, but doesn’t pull out as much so that he can remain within your warm walls for as long as possible.

“I-I don’t think I can.” The lingering heat remains just out of reach, and your feet are barely touching the ground every time he thrusts upwards. “Jeongguk, oh, I can’t again-”

“You can, baby just relax and let me do it,” he reaches for your clit and twists it between slender fingers, and you nearly buck your hips off his lap in response. “That’s it, you like it when I fuck you like this right?”

“Yes, please more,” you gasp when his fingers pause over your clit.

“Will you promise to be a good girl and not let other men touch what’s mine?” Jeongguk gives a particularly hard thrust that hits a little too deep, and you whine in pain.

“Y-yes, I’m yours, just yours,” you grasp his thigh to push yourself off his length slightly as he smirks into your skin with satisfaction at your answer. “Not so deep, Jeongguk, ow.” 

“I know you can take it baby, are you close?” He increases his efforts on your clit, and you’re barely aware that you’re making a mess all over his thighs and even leaking onto your sheets underneath. “Looks like someone’s ready to cum, hmm? She’s dripping all over my cock, what a nasty girl you are.”

With his usual filthy words you tighten around him a second time, thighs trembling to support your own weight as your nerves threaten to be singed raw by the fiery inferno that completely engulfs your consciousness. Jeongguk fucks up into your raw pussy a few more times once your orgasm has unleashed, and his arms tighten around your waist as he releases into the condom with a drawn out moan.

You collapse boneless into his arms as he breathes heavily into your hair. Jeongguk moves backwards onto your bed with his arms still around you and lets the two of you fall into your fluffy pillow.

“You’re more sensitive today, you okay?” His deep voice sends shivers down your spine as he presses his lips just behind your ear.

“Mhm,” you say under your breath even as you wonder what to do with your arms, do you rest them on top of his own on your waist, or do you keep them to yourself? You’ve never shared such a post coital moment with him before, and he’s being extremely cuddly, which hits right outside your comfort zone.

Jeongguk hasn’t pulled out yet, and the condom is starting to feel wet and unpleasant against your skin.

“Kook, condom,” you whine, and he gets the hint, pulling out of your sore pussy and carefully taking off the condom. You watch as he gets up to dispose of it in your wastebin across the room, messy brown hair, sweat glistening on his chest and all. Drawing the covers around your bare form as he returns, you survey him with wary eyes as he pauses at the side of your bed.

“Um, not to be rude but Sejong will be back soon and…” It’s the most awkward thing you’ve ever said after sex, and you’d never thought you’d be the one chasing Jeon Jeongguk out instead of it being the other way around. The brown haired, doe eyed boy looks a bit regretful, as if he wants to stay and cuddle more, but your eyes stray to the door once more and he catches the hint, turning away to head to the bathroom to get dressed 

It’s better to push him away before he does, after all you’re only just fuck buddies.

*

“You sure you’re feeling okay?” Sejong peers at you with concern from her position hovering over you. She touches your forehead with a thoughtful frown. “No fever or anything, just a queasy stomach?”

“Yeah,” you mumble through a raw throat from throwing up twice that morning already. “I’ll be fine though; I already took some medicine. I’m sorry I can’t go to practice today; I know you wanted to try out a new routine.”

“Shhh just concentrate on getting better okay? I’ll drop by to check on you again before practice and bring you some food.” Sejong tucks the covers up to your chin and brushes a strand of hair off your forehead. “Rest well sweetie.”

After she’s gone, the room is quiet and dark, and it just manages to lull you back to sleep when your phone vibrates on the table beside you. You blearily reach for it and check the screen. 

10.58am [jungcock]: wru?? y r u not in class 11.01am [jungcock]: prof asked about her fave student like twice already 11.03am [jungcock]: hello?? 11.03am [jungcock]: did u die 11.04am [jungcock]: did i go too hard on u that last time 11.05am [jungcock]: jk but r u ok??

His barrage of texts leaves an uncomfortable wedge in your throat. Checking up on each other like this is not what fuck buddies do, but then again fuck buddies don’t play jealousy games with each other either, and they most certainly don’t actually get jealous due to said game. You don’t feel like explaining anything to him, but if you don’t reply his texts will keep coming, so you type out the shortest reply that your aching temples can withstand.

11.10am [you]: m fine just stomach flu

With that you set your phone to do not disturb mode and pull the covers back over your head.

You’re not sure how much time has passed, but the next time you awake there’s a pounding on the door and someone outside is calling your name repeatedly. Half-awake and rubbing your eyes, you absent-mindedly ask Sejong to get the door, but then you realise she’s still out and that the person outside can’t be her either.

Feeling almost a million times more awake, your thoughts immediately land upon his dark brown hair and doe eyes as you stumble for the door, hesitating before opening it, hoping and praying that it isn’t him.

Instead a bright pink head of hair greets you, and Park Jimin takes in your dishevelled appearance with dismay. “Did I wake you? Ah I’m so sorry ____, but I just wanted to come and check on you… Sejong told me you were sick so I brought this.” He smiles sheepishly as he raises a paper bag filled to the brim with containers of food.

Jimin looks genuinely concerned about your wellbeing, and when you don’t immediately respond, his smile fades a little. “Do you want me to go? I can go, but at least just let me leave this here so you can eat something.”

“No wait, Jimin,” you reach for his wrist to stop him from leaving and tug him inside. “Come in, it’s… nice to see you.”

A shy smile breaks out on his plush lips, and he steps inside your room.

“Thanks for doing this, you really didn’t have to,” you watch as he places the bag of food on your study table and begins to take out the containers one by one. From the way they’re packed meticulously into the plastic boxes, the food looks homemade, and Park Jimin blushes adorably as he spies you watching him intently from your position on the bed.

“No, I wanted to,” he mumbles without making eye contact. His presence in the room makes you feel a lot better, and a warmth creeps into your chest as Jimin ponders over the different containers of food, asking you what you feel like eating, and you don’t deserve him at all, not when you used him so selfishly to get back at Jeon Jeongguk.

“Actually, I’ve been having some weird cravings lately.” You don’t feel hesitant at all to tell him this, but if it had been Jeongguk you wouldn’t have let him into your room at all. Not that he would bother to visit you anyway. “Like fries and vanilla ice cream, hashbrowns and maple syrup.”

Park Jimin attempts to hide a giggle behind his fluffy blue sweater and tries to maintain a straight face. “You call that weird? You should see what my roommate Taehyung eats for breakfast.”

“Wait, what does he eat for breakfast?”

“French toast and ketchup.”

You wrinkle your nose for a second just imagining it, but then you catch the look on Jimin’s face and burst out into laughter. “You totally made that up just to make me feel better! You’re a horrible liar, Park Jimin.”

He grimaces when you call him out, “ah you caught me there. But it’s really not that weird! When my mom was pregnant with me, she said she craved pickles with sour cream. I don’t mock people’s tastes in food, I’m a very accepting kind of guy.” 

“Sure,” you manage to choke out in the midst of your laughter. “Well, I doubt you have any fries and ice cream in there,” you gesture over to his paper bag on the table, and he has to agree.

“But I can go get some from McDonalds real quick,” he says as he grabs his wallet from the table. “Just wait here!”

Jimin heads for the open door again, but you start to stand and stop him. 

“Jimin, wait, I didn’t mean- you don’t have to! I’m sure you have somewhere else to be, or something else to do, or-” 

He stops your rant with his hands on your waist, guiding you gently back to the bed. “Maybe. But I always make sure I take care of all the important things first. Like you.” He presses a kiss to your forehead with a slight blush emanating on his cheeks. “Be back soon.”

The door closes softly, and you remain on the bed with the warmth of his lips still on your forehead long after he’s gone. You wander over to the boxes of food he left on your table, and open a random one out of curiosity. The smell of pork immediately hits your nostrils, and you gag on reflex, rushing to the bathroom and throwing yourself on your knees to avoid throwing up all over the porcelain tiles.

When you’re done you rest your forehead against the edge of the seat to try and regain your strength for a bit. Just when you thought the worst bout of the vomiting was over, too. You’re about to heave yourself to your feet to swallow down another few tablets of stomach flu tablets when you freeze in terror. 

When my mom was pregnant with me.

Fuck, it can’t be. The last time you had sex with Jeongguk he used a condom, so it can’t be, right?

You close your eyes and all you can see is days and months as you try and recall when your last period was. It should have come when Jeongguk asked you to meet him at that party, which meant that he was right, at least, about it being your time of the month. The pure irony might have been funny at a time other than this, but at this moment pure desperation wells up in your chest, followed by denial. 

This can’t be happening, you’ve never missed a pill in your birth control, so it has to be a false alarm. Just an overly persistent stomach flu from that shady sushi place you ate at last week. Still, your fingers are shaking as you reach for your phone from your position on the floor and unlock it, hovering over one contact.

You can’t call him.

Just the thought of calling him and telling him makes your heart race and you start to feel dizzy all over again, and breathing becomes difficult. You can’t tell Jeongguk. Even if it does turn out to be a false alarm, you can’t tell him because that’s not what fuck buddies do. Fuck buddies don’t call each other up over pregnancy scares, and even if it’s more than a scare, you don’t want to hear the rejection that comes straight from his lips; it’ll only hurt more and make everything worse.

You have to face it sooner or later: you’re nothing but an easy fuck for him, and he doesn’t give a shit about you. 

But the thought of going out to buy a test and doing it alone, waiting for the result alone, and facing the consequences of it all alone is no better. You sit there for a moment staring into blank space, motionless when your phone lights up with a message.

4.08pm [chim]: got the goods, otw back now! you doing ok?

4.09pm chim sent you an image

You click open the image to reveal a selfie of his cute puffy cheeks and pouty lips while he holds up the brown fast food bag next to him. The very sight of him makes you feel a little calmer, and you feel a little less panicky as you close the image and click on the call button next to his name.

“Yeah? Are you okay? Did you want something else?” He answers immediately.

“U-uhm no Jimin, it’s just…” You pause awkwardly, having no idea how to ask him. 

“What is it? What else are you craving? I can go get them now!” Jimin’s voice sounds over the phone in his usual bright and cheery tone, and you swallow hard. 

“I need a pregnancy test.”

*

“Do you need me to call someone else? Like Sejong maybe? Or…” Jimin’s voice trails off as he watches you clutch the pink box with a death grip while seated cross-legged on your bed.

“No, don’t- don’t call her.” Your voice sounds smaller than you intended it to be, and you clear your throat in an attempt to hide the trepidation that’s building up inside your chest. “C-can you stay with me? I know it’s weird that I’m making you deal with this when it’s not even your problem but… I just didn’t want to do this alone.”

“Of course, it’s not weird at all,” Jimin crosses the room to sit beside you on the bed, prying one of your hands loose from your death grip on the box and holding it tightly in his own. He fixes you with a concerned gaze through the wispy pink strands of his bangs. “I’ll be waiting out here okay? Whatever it is, we’ll go through it together.”

The warmth of his own palm calms your panicked breathing a little, and you turn to meet his gaze hesitantly. “Jimin, why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?”

“This.” You spread out your arms and wave them around in a vague gesture. “Visiting me. Bringing me food. Staying with me. Why are you being so nice to me? Why don’t you tell me to just fuck off and deal with what I got myself into?” 

“Because you asked me to stay, and the person who should be here with you clearly isn’t.” He gives a pointed look towards the darkened screen of your phone, as if he’s aware that you’ve been obsessively checking for any messages from Jeongguk for the last hour. “And actually… I know this isn’t the best time to tell you this, but I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time.” 

“I know,” you admit, chuckling when his eyes widen in shock almost comically. “You confessed to me while drunk at that party.”

“Wait what? Since when did I- I can’t believe I made such a fool of myself in front of you,” Jimin scrunches up his nose and attempts to hide his face behind his sweater paws. “But you didn’t mention it all this while, so that means-”

“I didn’t mention it because I thought it was just drunken nonsense,” you cut him off with a squeeze of his hand. His face lights up with hope at the sound of this, and you feel terrible for shutting him down again. “It’s just… I’m sorry but I don’t think I’m in a state to give you an answer right now. Not with this…” 

“No, I understand,” Jimin says firmly. “Whenever you’re ready, okay? I’ll be waiting here, unless you need help with peeing or something.”

His light hearted joke makes a smile tug at the corner of your lips, and you push yourself off the bed, only to sit on his lap with your face buried in his neck. Jimin’s arms surround you wordlessly, and for a moment it feels as if everything might be okay again, as if your life doesn’t depend on a few drops of urine on a damn stick.

You pull away and attempt to sniffle back a few tears, giving him a brave smile before you walk towards the bathroom door and close it behind you. The simple action of pulling down your pants and situating yourself on the toilet seat has to be the worst thing you’ve ever done, but then to add salt to your wound, you hear a familiar voice from outside. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jeon Jeongguk’s voice comes from just outside the bathroom door, and you rush to pull up your sweatpants and push open the door, only to come face to face with Jeongguk himself. 

His eyes dart down to the stick in your hands, to your tearstained cheeks, and to Jimin, before finally settling back on you with disbelief and betrayal, and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen Jeon Jeongguk look so hurt. 

[a-splash-of-stucky]

Operation Soulmate | One

Pairings: Steve x Reader

Summary: Steve has a confession to make.

Warnings: Language, I think? Mention of a gay relationship.

A/N: for @marvelous-fvcks‘ writing challenge. My prompt was ‘Heart’. 

Operation Soulmate Masterlist

Steve is in a mood.

He’s been acting like an ominous storm cloud is hanging over his head the entire morning. It was noticeable when he came back from his run, but is now even more apparent, as he’s had time to stew in his thoughts for far too long. When Steve Rogers starts over-thinking things, it’s pretty fucking difficult to get his headspace back into somewhere positive. He’s stubborn like that.

You’re eating lunch together, sitting side-by-side at the kitchen island. Your attempts to start up a conversation with Steve are met by a brick wall — you’re getting nothing out of him besides the occasional grunt and some monosyllabic replies. Eventually, you stop trying, resigning yourself to an eerily silent meal.

Once you’ve cleared away the dishes and set them in the dishwasher, you lean against the counter and observe him. Steve is sat across from you, shoulders hunched and expression solemn. He’s twirling his glass in his hands, staring into it as if it has all the answers he’s looking for. You know that if you don’t intervene sooner rather than later, he’s either going to do something reckless to take his mind off things, or he’s going to let this weight bear down on his shoulders until it finally consumes him.

Most likely, both.

Tentatively, you walk around the island, coming up behind him and looping your arms over his shoulders. You rest your chin on top of his head as you cross your wrists in front of his chest. “Steve? What’s up, babe?” you murmur, using your finger to trace invisible patterns on his collarbone, “Something bothering you?”.

Steve makes a little noise of affirmation, but doesn’t bother to elaborate. He reaches up and brushes his thumb over the back of your hand, stroking it idly as the silence draws on. Though you can’t see his face, you can visualise his expression: brows knitted, corners of the mouth downturned and jaw tense. Waves of jumbled-up thoughts are practically radiating off of him.

After a while of you holding him, Steve finally exhales sharply. “It’s okay, Y/N. I’m fine,”.

“Liar,” you mumble, rubbing your cheek over his fine blonde hair affectionately.

That earns you a chuckle. “Yeah, guess you’re right. I don’t really wanna talk about it right now, though,”, says Steve, moving to get out of his chair

“But you will? Later?” you prompt, stepping back as you release him from your hold.

Steve smiles at you, but it’s a mere shadow of his real one, the edges of it strained and forced. “Later,” he promises, “I gotta go now, though. I promised Wanda I’d train with her this afternoon,”.

“Okay,” you say, leaning up on your toes to peck him on the cheek, “Have fun. See you,”.

—————————

You don’t see him for the rest of the afternoon. Avoidance, especially when it comes to emotions, is very much a Steve thing to do. You’d tried to work him out of this bad habit in the time you’ve been together, but the Cap’s as stubborn as a mule, and there’s not much you can change about him.

This mood he’s in is nothing new. Your relationship has been far from perfect in the two years that you’ve been together — it’s not easy for two individuals working so closely with each other to maintain a healthy balance between their work and personal lives. Especially with jobs as life-threatening as yours are.

The two of you find yourselves constantly bickering over mission-related maybes and what-ifs, worried about the health and safety of the other person; with Steve’s tendency to jump headfirst into danger without a second thought, you find yourself nagging at him more often than you’d like. In some cases, arguments have gotten so heated between you that neither of you can bear to be in the same room as the other person. On those days, Steve usually ends up crashing with Bucky, and Natasha or Wanda swings by your room for some much-needed girl talk. At some point though, you and Steve find a way to make it up to each other. No fight between you has ever gone unresolved.

But this funk he’s in—it’s different. Steve’s not angry with you. In fact, he’s not even angry per se, just…closed off. It’s like something is weighing heavy on his mind. As his significant other, you can’t help but wonder if it’s something that you’ve said or done recently.

As of late, your love story seems to have taken a turn for the worse. It’s like you’ve lost the spark that keeps your romance alive. You still love Steve dearly, but…things have happened in the last three years, and Steve is no longer the man you met on your first visit to the compound. The burden of being Captain America is heavier than it’s ever been before, his responsibilities and public image a deadweight he carries everywhere. Everyday is a constant uphill battle for him, so it’s no wonder that work has taken a toll on your relationship. And besides, you’re not the same woman either; you’re battle-hardened, now, shields up and more robust than ever. You still enjoy being with Steve, and the two of you still deeply care for each other, but if you’re honest with yourself, you have doubts that your romance will last for much longer.

And, knowing Steve, you figure that he’ll probably be too much of a gentleman to break up with you, if and when the need arises. That leaves you with the uncomfortable knowledge that one day, you’ll be delivering the bad news to him. It’s a depressing thought.

But first, Steve promised that he would talk to you, and a talk is what you shall have. Perhaps that will be enough to clear the air between you two, and, if you can find the courage to tell him how you feel, maybe you can both endeavour to rekindle the spark, reignite the fire in your relationship. With some effort from the both of you, maybe it’s possible for you to be as in love with each other as you were in those blissful first few months.

In the end, you come to the conclusion that stressing yourself out by speculating on the thoughts flying around in Steve’s head will do you no good. He promised to talk to you, and you fully intend on holding him to his word. For now, you need to occupy yourself to take your mind off things.

Half an hour later, you find yourself in the sprawling back gardens of the compound, doing some training of your own. You are an enhanced individual, the result of countless experiments and extensive testing run by a cult masquerading as a group of science-fanatics. They were hell-bent on re-creating and bettering the super-soldier serum, but did so by summoning dark energy in a series of demonic rituals. As a result, you’d come out of the ordeal with increased agility, stamina and strength — though nothing compared to what Steve had — in addition to the ability to manipulate wind. You’re able to create anything ranging from a gentle breeze, to gale-force gusts.

The focus of your session today is levitation — specifically, levitation of large objects. You don’t know how exactly they came about, but Tony has managed to amass a variety of large boulders, fallen trees, and even scrap metal, for you to train with. You focus on keeping the items in the air for as long as possible, refining your control of your powers.

After an exhausting, but rewarding couple of hours, you decide to call it a day and head back to the room you share with Steve for a shower. When you pick up your phone from the kitchen counter, you discover that Steve’s sent you a message.

SR: Going out to dinner and drinks with Sam. Don’t wait up.

You sigh inwardly, knowing that this is his way of avoiding a confrontation with you. Nonetheless, you text him back:

Ok. See u later.

And, for good measure, you add:

Don’t think ur getting off the hook so easily.

The rest of your evening passes without incident. Sweaty from your work out, you take a nice long shower, then dress in one of Steve’s shirts and a pair of leggings. Dinner consists of yesterday’s leftovers, eaten on the couch whilst watching re-runs of Gossip Girl.

Steve comes into the bedroom just as you’re climbing into bed.

“Hey,” he murmurs, giving you a wan smile as he heads to the bathroom. Steve presses a kiss to the top of your head when he brushes past you.

“Good time with Sam?” you ask, getting under the covers and fussing with the pillows for a little, trying to get comfortable.

“Yeah, it was good,” Steve replies, “Gonna take a shower now, ‘kay?”

“M’kay,” you mumble, pulling the covers over you and turning off your bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness, save for the sliver of light spilling in from the bathroom. Steve has left the door slightly ajar, and you find yourself fading in and out of sleep, lulled by the pitter-patter of water droplets hitting the tiles floor. You don’t know how much time passes, but some moments later, Steve emerges in a cloud of steam — that man loves his showers burning hot — with a towel slung low on his hips. Through half-lidded eyes, you watch him pad over to his dresser and pull out a pair of loose sweats to sleep in.

Steve dries his hair, then tosses the towel into the laundry hamper, before sliding into bed beside you and wrapping his arms around your body. You nuzzle your nose into the hollow of his throat and curl yourself around his larger form, breathing in the scent of his cucumber body wash. He’s warm and familiar, making you feel safe and secure.

Despite this, you can’t ignore the tension in his body. Though you’ve relaxed into his touch, Steve has not done likewise. For a while, the only thing you can hear is the steady thud of his heart beneath your ear, coupled with his deep, steady breaths. “I’ve got something to tell you,” Steve whispers. You wait patiently for him to continue, not wanting to interrupt his train of thought. It’s clear that he’s been building up to this moment for the entire day. “You’re…not gonna like what I have to say,”.

A sickening feeling settles in your gut, but you force it aside. “It’s okay,” you breathe, “I still wanna hear it,”.

Steve starts to run his fingers up and down your arm, a gesture he does subconsciously when he’s nervous like this. “I—I love you,” he says, “But…I also…love…someone else,”.

It feels like someone’s twisting a knife into your chest, stabbing you straight through your heart. Your mind kicks into overdrive, a million questions racing through it as you wonder who this second girl could be. Natasha? No, he respects her too much to let their current arrangement devolve into something romantic. It’s certainly not Wanda — she’s like a little sister to him. Maybe it’s another girl? From outside the compound, perhaps.

“Hey, hey,” Steve soothes, nudging your chin with his finger until you tip your head back to look at him. He chuckles softly, “I can hear you thinking from over here, sweetheart. Lemme finish a sec, okay?”. At your nod, he continues, “I haven’t…done anything about it, before you start wondering. I’d never cheat on you, baby, my ma raised me too good to do that,”

You snort. “Thank god for Sarah Rogers,”, you mutter.

Steve smiles, “Yes indeed,”. A pause, then, “Honey, I don’t think it’s fair for me to still be with you when I love someone else. I know you’ve noticed it — things just haven’t been the same between us in the last few months. And it’s not your fault, I don’t ever want you to think that. It’s—it’s me. It’s my fault,”. He chokes up at that last bit, and your already damaged heart breaks even more at the sound of his wrecked voice.

“Steve,” you chide, “Not everything has to be your fault, okay? Yes, I’ve noticed our relationship coming under stress, but maybe I could’ve tried harder—,”

“No—,”, Steve interrupts

“Will you let me finish?” you say sharply. Steve snaps his mouth shut and nods for you to go on. You stroke his cheek fondly. “Baby, I love you too. And that’ll never change. I care about you, and all I want is for you to be happy. And if you think you’ll be happier with this other girl, then I’ll—I’ll let you go,”. It’s hard for you to get the words out, but you manage to do it in the end. You try to inject as much sincerity into your voice as possible.

Steve frowns at you in confusion. “I could never be happier with another girl—,” he says.

“Well, if you say you love her, then clearly you can be happier—,”.

“No, you don’t understand, I—,”, Steve cuts himself off with a self-depreciating, mirthless laugh. “Who ever said it was a girl?”

“What!” you cry, sitting up in bed and looking at him in astonishment. It’s dark, but you know him well enough to guess that his face is a bright crimson hue, right now. “Steve—I—you’re gay? Why didn’t you—,”.

“Bisexual, actually,”, he corrects you.

You gape at him, utterly shocked. Taking your silence as your disapproval, Steve starts to shift uncomfortably. “Look, Y/N, if that’s too weird for you—,”

“No! No, it’s not,” you say, reaching out blindly for his hand. When you grab hold of it, you bring it to your mouth and brush your lips over the knuckles. Your next words must be chosen with care, because he’s so fragile right now, in desperate need of validation. “Stevie, I’m so happy you’re telling me this. I know how hard it must be for you. I support you, no matter who you choose to love, because you’re Steve, one of the nicest, kindest, most humble people on this earth,”.

“Aw, sweetheart, c’mere,” Steve mumbles, tugging you back into his arms and placing a sweet kiss on your lips. “You’re the best,”.

“I know,” you quip. “Now. This revelation begs the question: who is this mysterious man?”

An eternity of silence passes, Steve tensing up beside you as he steels himself to give you a name. “Bucky,”, he says quietly.

“Bucky?” you echo in disbelief. “Steve, have you always…?”

“Yeah,”, he croaks. Steve clears his throat and runs his fingers through his hair, turning to look at the ceiling as he talks to you. “Y/N, I’ve loved him ever since I was fourteen. I loved him before I even knew what love was. When I…came out of the ice, I thought I’d be able to forget about him with time. And then I met you, and I did, for a while, but now…” he trails off, lost in the pain of his own thoughts.

“What changed?” you ask gently.

Steve huffs out a breath. “He remembers more, now. He’s not the same Bucky I grew up with, but he’s more Bucky than he was when we first got him back. And…that’s messing with me,”.

“Oh, Stevie,” you murmur, snuggling a little closer to him. You’re surprised by how calm you are in the face of all this information. Steve has essentially just professed his love for his childhood best friend, which in turn leads you to conclude that some significant changes are on the horizon for the two of you. Truth be told, your subconscious had been expecting this talk for the longest time — well, not this talk specifically, but some version of it, at least. You knew that it was an inevitability, rather than a possibility. You’ll never know what exactly Steve and Bucky were before the universe cruelly tore them apart, but you know that whatever it was, it had to be something special. If Steve’s carried his love for Bucky in his heart all this time.

And special things deserve to be celebrated. They’re a rarity, after all.

You run your fingers through Steve’s hair, brushing the soft, slightly damp strands off his face. When you speak, your voice is barely louder than a whisper. “If he means that much to you Stevie, I’ll not stop you. I know you love him, and I’m not going to keep you away from that,”.

“You’re not mad?” Steve asks hesitantly.

“Mad?” you echo, “Why would I be mad?”

“I just told you that I’m in love with someone else!” he points out.

“Steve,”, you chuckle, “You’ve got a big heart. It’s bigger than your goddamn brain—,”.

“That’s probably true—,” he mutters darkly.

“—and even though you love Bucky, that doesn’t mean that you love me any less. I’m glad you told me this. Now we can work things out together,”. You hold your hand up to your mouth to stifle a yawn, sleep suddenly tightening its hold on you. “Not now, though,” you mumble, “I’m tired,”.

“Okay, sweetheart,” Steve murmurs, wrapping his arms around you and tucking you against his body, “Let’s sleep,”.

“G’night baby. It’s gonna be okay. We’ll work this out,”, you slur, eyelids already beginning to droop shut.

“Okay. I love you,”.

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Revival (Sam x Reader)

Request: Can you do a one shot or something where the reader is the Winchester's hunter partner and they get into a huge fight and she leaves to go out to a bar, and gets kidnapped by a demon and the demon tortures her for information on the Winchesters, and she doesn't give up the info so she keeps on getting tortured, but gets saved by the Winchesters right before she would have died, and it ends with a love confession from Sam

Warnings: Language, torture

Word Count: 1,370

A/N: I’m so sorry I can’t remember if this was an anon or not. On another note I am loving all this Sam writing. I promise I’m working on the other one

   “You do know you could have been killed right?”

   “I know, Sam.”

   “What were you thinking?”

   “I wasn’t.” You walked into the motel room first and you heard Sam toss his jacket aside, his broad shoulders tensing. The door slammed.

   “Y/N, we had a plan. If you just stuck to the plan-”

   “If we had stuck to the plan more people would have died. You and Dean would have died, Sam. I don't think I heard a thank you.” You cut Sam off and glared at him, feeling the burn of the gash on your arm and the warm blood seeping through your shirt.

   “I am not thanking you for almost killing yourself.” He stepped toward you and it was then you realized how pissed off he was over nothing.

   “I’ve been hunting for longer than you have, Winchester, I suggest you treat me with some kind of respect.”

   “Respect?” Sam scoffed. It was an offensive sound.

   “I don’t want to respect anyone who doesn’t care enough about themselves to stay back and let us do what we came to do. Dean and I had it!”

Silence. You stared at him with a rage you’d never felt before and you could swear the temperature in the room was rising.

   “Fuck you, Sam.”

   “You know what, fuck you too, Y/N. I’m done with you being reckless.”

   “If being reckless means I’m a better hunter, then you’re welcome.”

You grabbed your jacket once again and you pulled it on over the cut. Then you grabbed the keys to your car. Sam watched as you walked towards the door. 

   “Where the hell do you think you’re going? You’re still bleeding, Y/N.”

   “Out.”

   “Yeah, well don’t let the door hit you on the way!” He put his hands on his hips and the door slammed shut again, leaving him alone for a few seconds. Dean entered slowly, he’d sensed that fight coming and had waited in the Impala.

   “You okay, Sammy?” He closed the door.

   “Fine.” Sam grumbled and went into the bathroom for a cold shower.

Seven shots in and you were finally feeling the buzz you were looking for. Your vision started to blur, but maybe if you squinted you could read the headline on the old newspaper in the recycling bin.

   “Looks like you’ve had a long day.” A woman sat down next to you and sipped from her glass full of ice and what you assumed to be scotch. All you could do was nod.

   “You don’t even know the half of it.” You glanced over at the woman and gave a small smile. She looked right back at you and her eyes turned from a warm hazel to black.

You felt your heart stop.

   “Oh I think I do.” She smirked. Your eyes stayed glued to her face, like you were frozen. She bit down on her lip and looked you over once.

   “What’s the matter, sweetheart? Demon got your tongue?”

Another glass-shattering scream ripped through your chest as the demon dragged the knife down your stomach. Blood bubbled up through the wound and you clenched your teeth together as sweat collected on your forehead.

   “No.” You hissed. The knife pressed harder into your skin and you screamed again.

   “Come on, we’ve been at this for three weeks. You’re bound to give up something eventually.” The demon groaned as if this was becoming bored. Had it only been three weeks?

   “I’m not telling you jack shit.” You seethed, trying to move any part of your body. When you’d first arrived, you were strapped to the table, first by your hips and legs, then by your chest arms and your jaw, other than the thick leather straps stained with blood, you were bare. Your body was riddled with deep cuts and bruises, and possibly a few broken ribs, making it painful to even breathe.

   “Fine.” The demon was so close to you, you could feel her rancid breath on your neck. There was a tray of hot coals near the door that you’d seen earlier, and you smelled your burning flesh before you felt the pain of the red-hot knife pressing into your skin. Your shriek tore through the air, no doubt a sound that all demons would be happy to cause.

   “It’s your funeral.” The demon yanked back the knife, it clattered on the tray as she tossed it and you were left alone once again to your own sobs. Your wounds bled all over, leaving a dark, sticky residue that clung to your sweat-covered body.

It had felt like years since you’d last had a drink of water or something to eat, and twice as long since you’d seen the Winchesters. You wished you’d just listened to Sam, you should’ve just listened and this would never have happened.

Your limbs shuddered under the restraints and the shock settled into your body just like it had the day before.

   “Y/N..” A voice in the distance dragged you from sleep and you instantly felt your head throb. You tried to move, then remembered where you were. Your vision was still on the failing side as you woke up and felt a draft of cold air hit your skin.

   “Y/N!” You saw two figures step into the room, both tall, both blurry. One got closer and cupped your cheeks suddenly, his worried expression clear.

   “Sam.” You breathed out, relieved to see him and thankful that he wasn’t some blood-loss induced hallucination.

   “We’re gonna get you outta here okay, just hold on. Stay with me, Y/N.” You felt the restraints being loosened and something, maybe a jacket being wrapped around you.

   “I’m- sorry for what I said...” You mumbled as you felt yourself being lifted by a strong pair of arms.

   “Shh, sh, just stay quiet, you’ll need the energy.” Sam carried you through the dark hallways behind who you could only suspect was Dean. And you realized your vision was burly not because of sleep, but because you’d lost so much blood.

You felt yourself being set down in the back seat of the Impala a feeling you were used to. But then you felt Sam slide in beside you, you leaned against him.

   “Don’t die on me, Y/N.” He held you up straight and pressed his hands into your still bleeding side. Your head started to bob and you winced. A tear slipped down his cheek.

   “Stay awake, Y/N. Talk to me.” You smiled softly.

   “I should have listened to you. Should have-“ You breathed in and opened your eyes a little more in effort to see him.

   “Should have stuck to the plan.” You slumped against his shoulder and the car lurched forward as Dean started to speed back to wherever they came from.

   “C’mon Y/N, stay awake.” Sam practically growled and pressed his hands harder into your side.

   “I love you too damn much to watch you die.”  He held you close to him and you felt yourself starting to slip away again. The pain was all over your body.

   “Stay with me Y/N...” Sam’s voice faded and then you were out cold.

When you woke up this time, you weren’t strapped down or bleeding. You were in a bed, a less than comfortable motel room bed, but it was a million time better than whatever you had been stuck to, so to you it felt like heaven. Heaven with a little extra warmth.

   “Y/N?” Sam said, his voice heavy with sleep. His arms were wrapped around your waist and he was laying behind you. You turned to face him, confused but grateful for his presence. His hand was on your hip, gently rubbing small circles.

   “Um, Sam-” You felt his arms loosen a little, nervously, and he gave you that hurt puppy look, like he’d done something wrong. You ran your hand down to your side and over your other wounds, all that were left were bandages and stitches, courtesy of your knights in shining armour.

   “I’m sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” His cheeks flushed and you gave him a small kiss on the cheek. He was shocked to say the least.

   “Thank you.” You smiled softly and settled back against him.

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Replies! Woo! super late i know

highpriestessbriyanna said: This is always my reaction. Like “yes. keep talking. Wait.. did you just PUN at me again.. IMA KNIOCK THAT FUCKER OFF A CLIFF” 

IM 99.9% sure someone has knocked khadgar off a cliff before and there’s an 80% chance it was because of a pun

owmyeyeballs said: You ok, friendbeast?

just tired and in a bit of a slump but i’ll be okay. thank you <3

owmyeyeballs said: Know that feel…

my poor girl! hasn’t she been through enough.. (*evil brain sounds*) 

skullkind said: congrats!

Thank you!! It was the shitty demon hunter boots but it’s better than nothin! 

lovesdaryl said: Feel better soon. *hugs*

thank you <3 *hugs*

skullkind said: me with illidan like once a week

same tbh

casterlycosplay said: Very relatable content

i wish i could say its the first time i’ve teared up while thinking about khadgar..but its not

apaladinfailure said: this is the most relatable thing you’ve ever posted

Khadgar..such a tearjerker huheuheuh he cries while he wanks 

anzareveange said: im giving him all my love.

same. i want blizz to let me hug him so bad like PLEASE

skullkind said: hey !! im skull and ive been following you for a while and think youre super chill! i llove ur wow posting ! you dont need to follow back but i would love to chat sometime or stuff ^^ 

hello!!1 :D thank you for following. I’m glad you enjoy them. Feel free to contact me anytime! I’d love to chat

shadowphoenixrider said: Yeah, I remember her sneaking around the Twilight Highlands in Cata.

That sounds like her <3

ship-garbage-pile said: ^^ yeah she’s one of the quest givers order hall

I need to level my rogue..

lovesdaryl said: I might have mentioned this, but we went to ZG before it was patched out and I actually won the tiger and gave it to my husband as a gift. He looks magnificent on it. :-)

this is honestly the sweetest thing ever

anzareveange said: sleeping with the enemy…

Khadgar and Gul’dan have some serious unresolved sexual tension lbr

owmyeyeballs said: I love reading your responses to these. Thanks for putting up with my nonsense! XD

I love answering them <3

a-little-squirrely-sunshine said: My cat is named David Bowie, and depending on how I phrase things I get the best odd looks from my friends.

That’s great like i cna just imagine..DAVID BOWIE WHAT DO YOU  HAVE IN YOUR MOUTH sdkgkdfh

owmyeyeballs said: These two just keep on breaking my heart…

they break mine too ugh. My poor babies

shadowphoenixrider said: I’d vote, but I like quite a few and I don’t think they’d all fit in this text box. I might…steal one idea though.

Steal as many as you’d like and I’d still love to hear which ones you think i should write! 

doitsuki said: yes genn is lower in the hierarchy

he’s..the omega

ghoulghoulneighbor said: But they said no homo while they did it……….

blizzard could make a cinemeatic where khadgar and medivh have explicit sex and they’d still be like.. “no homo tho” 

shadowphoenixrider said: Eggs-llecent idea, Archmage.

BLOCKED

anzareveange said: take all my dollars blizzard! hire him for the movie!

I won’t accept anyone else as old khadgar now. Someone get me into contact with George

owmyeyeballs said: i love them!!!!

My fierce saber queens <3

apaladinfailure said: omg that it so sweet im crying

i cried a lil while writing it so don’t feel bad hehheh

owmyeyeballs said: Oh dear lord, that was adorable and sad… someone protect these sweethearts!

protect Khadgar and Jaina 2k17

shadowphoenixrider said: Ow my heart! If you’ll excuse me, I’ll just lie down…right here…

i had to do the same after writing it tbh

owmyeyeballs said: Sweet, precious babies!

i just want to hold them both

shadowphoenixrider said: *chinhands* These are lovely, you know.

thank you so much!! 

shadowphoenixrider said: I’m not quite sure my heart should be hurting this much in the morning, but it is! 

Hohoho there’s a lot more where that came from!

ghoulghoulneighbor said: How dare u. This is some 10/10 pain, would cry again.

Same tbh. I made their parents and I was like shit..i love them  

ghoulghoulneighbor said: I knew Illidan was the daddy kink type, I just knew it

YOU ARE NOT PREPARED...FOR ILLIDADDY’S DICK

ghoulghoulneighbor said: what have I started.

*points at medivh* Medaddy.

*points at Gul’dan* Gul’daddy

anzareveange said: Many races dont have orphans or child models. i want to see a tauren child, or a dwarf or a gnome child.

there are nightborne children models so blizz really doesn’t have an excuse anymore. I want children models for all the races, blizz. Give me this now

shadowphoenixrider said: I’d like to inform you that Khadgar is introduced in the book Tides of Darkness with a youngster in one arm and holding the hand of another. We don’t call him Dadgar for nothing! ^^

OH NO!!! This is so sweet I really need to read Tides of Darkness...and Beyond the Dark Portal

anzareveange said: “Put that thing back where it came from” no, it can be really painfull, also the mother is dead, so no.

maybe illidan doesn’t know where babies come from 

ghoulghoulneighbor said: you’d think his hunters would be expecting this kind of thing by now tho

very true. new recruits learn very quickly not to stand behind Illidaddy. He’s very dramatic and very passionate. when he gets excited he can’t control his wings

shadowphoenixrider said: I’d like to add that if you put a pet bed down, it’ll attempt to ‘sit’ in it. Reduced my bf to wheezing laughter when he saw it.

FDHDfhd I KNOW ISN’T IT GREAT. You make him jump through the flaming hoop too. 

It catches on fire sometimes and runs away...oops 

shalar0s said: I’m dying over the “well that’s new.” Oh my god I can’t breathe.

nothing surprises Moroes anymore. Nothing. 

unidentified-starman said: see, kids? this is what happens when you party (& clean up the library) too much

Ben!Khadgar? Before Medivh.

Game!Khadgar? After Medivh.

Medivh is a helluva drug

spicymulligan said: Boy howdy ur gonna LOVE Glee then

this is the worst thing you’ve ever said to me

ghoulghoulneighbor said: The ONLY way to treat your giant fuzzy murdercat

she loves her giant fuzzy murdercats <33

owmyeyeballs said: I want to hug Dilly too!

She needs a hug tbh

apaladinfailure said: this is entirely possible with genn greymane

SOMEONE DREW THAT!! I don’t know where it is but it was his wife riding on his back into battle

derp-mage said: It would have been glorious and now I’m mad he didn’t go full on worgen run

blizzard let us ride Malfurion in his regular form

WAIT NO

owmyeyeballs said: KHADGAR DO NOT FUCK THE SKULL

too late. he hurt himself rip

unidentified-starman said: it’ll look even more ridiculous when he appears in the warcraft movie sequel or smth (i hope it gets made sometime). he’ll probably be at least half cgi (or a man flapping his arms in a motion capture suit). look at cgi malfurion go

I am excited and dreading the day they add Malfurion to the films. Because he’s either going to look awesome or fuckin terribly hilarious (more likely tbh) and I can’t wait. (SHIT...motion capture behind the scene shit is so great) 

shadowphoenixrider said: pffft that second one. AFAIK Khadgar asplodes everyone in Kilrogg’s vision, but I don’t think it’s Mythic difficulty? Could be wrong.

hmm i just did the Kilrogg fight on mythic on both Diily and Alaluria and didn’t get any visions. Is there something I have to do to trigger it? (i will cry)

ghoulghoulneighbor said: Your tag said wing burrito and I thought of a burrito stuffed with chicken wings, with the horns and blindfold. …I’ll see myself out.

*muffled sobbing from the bathroom* I was not prepared for these burritos..

shadowphoenixrider said: Don’t apologise, I love hearing these.

you’re an angel. thank you <3

carlyrosk said: That’s how I am too oh my god. That cinematic crushed both me and my Deathlord! I can’t wait to hear your thoughts on Genn! He’s been through SO much, and he’s just snapped with Varian’s death.

Genn’s reaction to Varian’s death in the cinematic kills me every time. Genn kills me. My poor old wolf man </3

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TAG!

Tagged by: @linkito​

1. do you have a good relationship with your parents? yup

2. who did you last say “i love you” to? Maffew

3. do you regret anything? When I burn my grilled cheeses cuz such a waste man

4. are you insecure? Nope

5. what is your relationship status? not single

6 .how do you want to die? quickly so i dont have time to freak out (Not changing linkitos andswer because exactly same tbh)

7. what did you last eat? Scrambled eggs

8. played any sports? Soccer, track, cross country, karate

9. do you bite your nails? If i break it and the edge is all rough sometimes I will just to make it smooth but I don’t obsessively or anything 10. when was your last physical fight? At a party, a dude touched my butt

11. do you like someone? Maffew

12. have you ever stayed up 48 hours? Maybe? I don’t think so tho

13. do you hate anyone at the moment? Tbh Matt’s little brother he is a damn demon like wtf

14. do you miss someone? @simple-kind-of-woman​ even tho I saw her like two days ago, and @linkito​ but I’m seeing her Saturday!! And Christine always :(

15. have any pets? A doggo, a snek, and pretty soon a birb!!! (and a cat but I mean thats Matt’s not mine)

16. how exactly are you feeling at the moment? gouda

17. ever made out in the bathroom? ya

18. are you scared of spiders? big ones that are in my house yes, but lil ones or outside ones nah

19. would you go back in time if given the chance? I mean yea like why wouldn’t you? I’d just do something chill tho not try to change the world and shit

20. last place you made out with someone? Uhh the couch or bed maybe? idk man I don’t keep track

21. what are your plans for this weekend? Seeing my birb, partying with Curtis, and hopefully a movie with @linkito​

22. do you want kids? how many? Yea like one, maybe two

23. do you have piercings? how many? Double ears and a cartilege and my belly button so 6

24. what is/are your best subjects? art/art history, geology, psych I’m sure if I could fit it in my schedule

25. do you miss anyone from your past? Sorta? like mainly just the friendship aspect of past SO’s, and some friends from middle school that I never see anymore I guess

26. what are you craving rn? chocolate, silence, and more Sense8 episodes

27. have you ever broken someones heart? lol ya probs a few times cuz I suck

28. have you ever been cheated on? yup (damn u Brandon and ur “sending/receiving nudes isn’t really cheating though”)

29. have you ever made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? ya

30. whats irritating rn? My mom’s coughing, Torque’s incessant barking

31. does someone love you? I’m sure

32. what is your favorite color? Puuuurrrrrppppppp

33. do you have trust issues? Not rlly but like if someone breaks my trust it takes a lot for them to get it back

34. who/what was your last dream about? It kinda fucked up, I dreamt the other night that a creepy old man at target grabbed my boob and I was too socially awkward to know how to respond

35. who was the last person you cried in front of? Matt like yesterday lol

36. do you give out second chances too easily? I mean ya but not 3rd chances

37. is it easier to forgive or forget? Neither, I’m pretty bad at both 38. is this year the best year of your life? No but it’s not bad either? I’ve had plenty of good

39. how old were you when you had your first kiss? Uhh Freshman in highschool so 15? 16?

40. have you ever walked outside completely naked? yes! I went skinny dipping w/Matt when we went camping once!

(i guess i dont get to know what 41-50 was lol)

51. favorite food? Cheese, but like fully cooked meal tbh mac and cheese maybe pizza

52. do you believe everything happens for a reason? ehh, I mean sometimes shit just happens and u deal with it, I don’t think the universe is pre-planned and shit

53. what was the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? Looked up lots of shit on birds, watched too many youtube videos about birds, I’m rlly into birds rn

54. is cheating ever okay? Nah

55. are you mean? Yea but I try to work on it/catch myself when I am

56. have you ever been in a fist fight? ya

57. do you believe in true love? I mean yes but I also believe you can have multiple true loves?? Like not at the same time but I know I could be equally happy with many different people, its just the circumstances that ended me up with who I’m with.

58. favorite weather? Sunny, maybe a little fallish outside, not too hot, a light breeze, warm enough that when you get in a car it feels cozy warm but not sweltering warm

59. do you like the snow? Eh, not enough to make it worth it

60. do you wanna get married? Yep

61. is it cute when a girl/boy calls you baby? I mean sure? I mean my knees don’t buckle as I swoon but ya why not

62. what makes you happy? Animals, Matt, hiking, cool rocks, sunshine, trees, drugs, pretty birdcalls in the morning, art, cold water when its hot out, hot chocolate before bed, I could go on but we will be here all day

65. your bff of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? I date him already

66. do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? I mean Matt?

67. who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? Matt (aka the answer to half these apparently)

68. who is the last person you had a deep conversation with? Matt

69. do you believe in soulmates? See #57

70. is there anyone you’d die for? Matt, Shelby, my mom, Jess, probably my dog honestly

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