#the effect these two have on my brain smh

[ej-artyarts]

I made myself a little rainbow brush that I’m in love with + been excited for new TOH ep so witchsona time! (Feat. Friend’s witchsona as well :3)

#some basic doods + them in the rebellion! and getting turned into a puppet! yippee! #the effect these two have on my brain smh #the owl house #toh #the owl house fanart #toh fanart #fanart #witchsona #sona #furry #furry sfw #furry artist #anthro #feral #werewolf #(not really) #artisan #dragon #wolf #witch #palisman #doodles #sketches #artists on tumblr #digital art #arty doodles #arty arts

[alittleofsomethingarts]

So, everyone, I got a story about this picture right here. I will include some pics from the process and there's even a moral at the end.

So the client approached me about it, I sketched it out, standard affair. It was supposed to be a gif image and I imagined her moving side to side while her sword glowed.

Mistake number one I did not plan out the side to side movements. This was the only rough I did before I started rendering it.

"Wow this is going to be so cool" I thought.

"This is going to be a piece of cake"

I wanted to animate it on Clip Studio Paint EX that I got this year specifically so I could do animation there.

I ended up drawing all the assets and I was happy with them. Side note, in pixelated animation it is better to use as little colors as possible, and I ended up having a lot more than 256 colors with the colored lineart here n stuff. That was my mistake number two. I really need to work on that.

I warmed my hands as the program was opening, ready to do some animation, only to come across a very unexpected problem.

In the end I have made a reddit post describing it, but you can basically see the results of it in this test animation

I spent an entire freaking day trying to figure out what to do with the blurring. It seems that it functions as intended, but it would be really nice if CSP didn't do this. I had to go back to photoshop to do the actual animation.

... I couldn't quite do the diagonal movement I wanted. Right, so I settled on this.

I drew like 3 movement frames for the white and blue cape and ended up not using it because it looked awful. And the sleeve movement is so wrong.

This is why you test these things, guys! In sketch phase!

So I made these static gifs, thinking this is probably over now and I did a good job.

Nope. Not even close.

My big brain missed one crucial detail in the initial sketching phase...

IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A BIG BEEFY GLOWING SWORD!

To be fair the initial glow was cool, the client didn't realize what I've been drawing. So we both missed it. Okay, fine. I decided to just redraw the glow, thankfully it didn't take long at all.

... Right we got another problem. How do I animate a sudden burst of energy coming from the sword?

... Oh no.

My head drew a blank.

I felt... I felt... Like a failure. I failed the client. I thought I could do this but it's not right.

I decided to slap a glowing effect and hide the burst under a white screen.

I couldn't imagine anything better.

Despair, utter despair.

In the end the version that looked the best was this one.

Feeling horrible, I decided to make a free quickie for the client to make up for my failures.

I poured my disappointment with myself and my ability to come up with cool animation into this little tiny owl that did nothing wrong. I gave her the most adorable but angry stare I could muster.

She's angry because she's short

... too short for this picture.

The client assured me that my work was fully acceptable from start to finish and that it's all great. That I shouldn't beat myself up.

But I usually get it all from the very beginning, you see. I typically don't do too much revisions. This kind of situation is not common. I wasn't able to see my clients needs and make the kind of gif that was needed from the beginning.

And I've been tipped extra for this picture too.

It's like the money I got was not quite worth the gif I ended up with.

I suppose it covered the extra useless work I did drawing the assets, but... I feel guilty, like I ripped off the client.

If I just needed to draw the static gif with some glow I could've made it cheaper.

Perhaps I undervalue myself and it costs more than I charged for it.

I don't know.

The moral of the story is DO TEST ANIMATIONS IN SKETCH PHASE. ALWAYS. FOR EVERYTHING.

I swear I got it the first time, why make this mistake so many years later? smh...

#storytime #art commissions

[izvmimi]

hey mimi!! i'm here to defend my heinous fave *wait for the drumroll* — ✨SUKUNA✨ [splatters of blood might suit him more than these stupid sparkles, but oh well—]

now, he is one of, if not the most feared creatures to terrorize society way back from the heian era. war, murder, cannibalism– my man ain't even a nanometer above doing them, yk? still, i love him & deem him to be perfectly okay 'cause:

one, HE IS POWERFUL. LIKE, INSANELY POWERFUL. and imo, such immense power can do wacky stuff to one's brain, making them sorts of different from the usual— like, a pinch of red-hot temper and some stuff similar to it are to be expected from him, i suppose.

two, HE IS LONELY. i mean, he does have uraume beside him at each and every waking moment of his, but they are more of a servant than a companion, yk? and imo, loneliness can yet again cause wacky shit to happen to one's brain— besides, giving birth to a boredom. and as is said, an empty brain is a devil's workshop. haha [it's more nervous, than casual laughter, but– HAHAHAHA]

three, people are dumb in general. like, they place my poor sukuna on the pedestal of a deity, giving him harvest offerings and celebrating a festival or many in his name– BUT THEY'RE UNABLE TO TREAT HIM AS ONE SHOULD A DEITY!!— sukuna obviously gets mad at them for such disrespect [as he should] and gives them their due punishment– but the world is biased and can't see their own faults even if they are parading in front of them, blowing a trumpet— so sukuna is called an abhorrent monster *smh smh*

four, he is handsome AF. so tall, so muscly, with all those tattoos, that ever-present annoyed scowl, those mesmerizing crimson eyes— that specimen is too fine to be blamed for any of his wrongdoings 😇😇

i'm adding a point for the sheer length of text first of all, so we'll see how this adds to the official total

and tbh you gave me 4 solid arguments 1. powerful (yes appealing to MY power kink, ty for knowing your audience), 2. lonely (yes, appealing to pathos, yes he is sopping wet even though he's not), 3. other people are the problem (yes i agree always blame everyone else) and 4. hot (yes halo effect is very real folks)

11/10!!

this was a delightful read!!!!

#mimi replies #treasures: kit

[callofdudes]

I know this person lol, they always butt in unwarranted on almost every Ghost x Fem OC post and say how it's "better" for Ghost to be naked next to a girl rather than a man and how they wanna see more. Their profile? Pure porn retweets 😂 like, i love Ghost with ladies too but Jesus Christ, let people create what they want and chill smh

here's their profile if anyone's curious; >> https://twitter.com/makarovmw (their replies say everything too)

they deserve to be exposed tbh, imagine being bored and annoyed that the most popular thing abt mw franchise is GhostSoap holy shit

No words for that. Again, it's all that chronically online brain that 'people need to know my opinion and I saw this thing on my feed so I must tell them I personally don't like it'.

It's like that effect that's going around TikTok, the... Not me?? Or something like that. Anyway, it's crazy and it's happening more often.

People don't care for they're opinion, I certainly don't. Hey, if Ghost (a fictional man 😱) gets put in a fictional scenario with anyone, let it. Let people make stuff for him and Johnny, just... Block the tag or something if you're that pissed about it.

But since they haven't done that, they're probably purposely seeking out this shit just so they can get their two cents in that nobody asked for.

It's that whole thing where they feel like everyone wants or needs their opinion on how to make a certain thing better based on their own preferences or wants. And that just not how the world works, and it won't ever.

I see this a lot when looking at anime fans as well. People assume that when you're being gifted or shown something that they eventually have control over it. The "well I'm the consumer of this anime/art so I get to say what you should do with your talent for me, for free, and if you don't I'll cyber bully you or something."

And the new shit coming out as the 'effect' where suddenly if it's in your feed or on your fyp then suddenly it's all about you and if it isn't specifically tailored to that very person's being then they get angry.

Like if TikTok shows someone a video on bean soup and someone goes "well I don't like beans" then it isn't for you.

And people need to learn that.... Aah, I hate people sometimes.

Yeah, again, being online seemingly 24/7 has rotted away some peoples brains.

#simon ghost riley #call of duty #john soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare #samuel roukin #neil ellice #alain mesa #some weirdo maniacs running around our fandom #and sadly #youll find them everywhere #ask #rants from me on societies current state of affairs

[tfw-no-tennis]

csm 133 thoughtz....

I realized today that I read this every week and i love liveblogging so why not combine those two things. wow

I'm loving the completely objective signs that state factual things such as ‘not human’ and ‘chainsaw devil,’ thank you for those, chainsaw man protestors lol

yoshida let denji out of the yaoi dungeon?! interesting

‘I'm a good boy’ denji ily 

I loooove all of denjis delayed reactions to things lmfao

I feel like denji fr has brain damage from all his head trauma and lobotomies lol its like in the john wick movies how he gets less coherent as they go on bc, imo, he’s gotten so many concussions that by the 4th one he can barely talk

really like the panel of denji and yoshida sitting calmly and all the anti and pro csm people are clashing in the background. 

especially w/denji saying he kinda likes people fighting over him...but none of them realize that denji, sitting right there, is chainsaw man. poetry bro

oooh, getting political. I do (sometimes) love like, anime superpower’d world politics. it can be well done

love how vastly different yoshida and denjis priorities are 

like, yoshida is playing 5D chess and denji just ate a rock he found on the ground. and I don't mean this derisively for denji, its good that his priorities are nayuta et al

‘you no longer have sole control over chainsaw man’ is interesting. denji - chainsaw man - is becoming a figure beyond denji and chainsaw man himself. the IDEA of him is being used almost more than csm himself

oh damnnnnnn 

yoshida literally w/the ‘quit your job’ ‘what’ ‘join my emo band’ bit. except he doesn’t even offer to let denji join his band smh. I KNOW yoshida has an emo band just look at him

denjis facial expressions are the best lmao

YOSHIDA THATS FUCKING DARK GODDAMN 

I'm not shocked tho. he’s so sketchy!!!! I seriously STILL cant pin down what his deal is. whose side is he on!? what's his agenda, personally?!

damn. simplistically put, yoshida is kinda right. denji can live a normal life if he stops being chainsaw man voluntarily 

EXCEPT NO, because the apocalypse would still be happening or whatever, and denji is all fucked up and traumatized, and integrating with the ‘normies’ isn't gonna work as well as hanging out with weirdos and freaks like he’s currently doing

speaking of, WHERE is asa I miss her:( 

lmfao @ yoshida being like ‘ill be your friend if you quit being csm denji!!! I prommy!’

loooove those panels of yoshida describing what denjis ‘normal life’ could look like, over background of protestors fighting

DENJI ILY............

again with the 5D chess vs eating a rock. denji is so great because he’s so straightforward. he wants everyone to pay attention to him and fight over him!!!! he likes the attention, positive and negative, he gets as chainsaw man!!! he’s not too proud or ashamed to admit to that - he’s not the type to even attempt to be modest and pretend that he’s only chainsaw man to help people...if anything, that's a side effect of the rest of the deal

and to denji its simple: he doesn’t want to stop being csm, and he also doesn’t want nayuta to be killed. c’mon yoshida get with it

yoshida telling denji to be selfless, essentially...lmao bro who do you think you’re talking to

denji CAN be selfless but This Is Not The Way To Achieve That

HE CHOOSES BOTH. BOTH OPTIONS. lmao I love him

also I really question public safety’s ability to hold nayuta captive. js. 

denji trying to assemble the protestors to kill yoshida lmaoooooo

oh yep lmao there she is

OH AWWWWW they’re so cute uhghhhh I’m so glad they reunited

love her pose when she’s calling for denji. weirdgirlcore

I will say I’m still wary of nayuta...I feel like the story is purposely vague about her morals - like last chapter with her telling her classmates to give her their desserts - where’s the line between typical amoral tween behavior and like, not valuing human life? im excited to see more of her tho

yoshida w/some HILARIOUS facial expressions

nayuta not swearing lmaooooo

I wonder if yoshida thinks that denji agreed to his terms lol

we haven’t seen basically any of public safety this part...I wanna know how its been going there. is kishibe still involved???? did kobeni rejoin lmaoooo

the fact that they’ve had such little presence makes me think they’re pretty powerless. I wonder if their threat against nayuta really holds any weight

yoshida at the end hahaha ‘did he not understand me?’ dude I’m telling you hes playing -2D checkers MAYBE. this is the guy who recently lobotomized himself rather than face his trauma. plsssss

great chapter and I’m excited to read more as always. I wonder if we’ll catch up with asa next...

#csm #csm spoilers #chainsaw man #csm 133 #new tag! here i go again. liveblogging away. #lj reads csm

[balamist]

could you please share your meditation ways? (writing to you from adhd hell)

IDK how useful what i can say about my ~meditation ways~ might be for others as i've only been practicing for 2 weeks + i work from home which allows me a lot of flexibility with hours and all that.

(Spoiler: 10/10 activity if you can commit to it, i recommend. With it i can actually get myself to do chores that i sometimes put off doing for days - like cooking, putting away dried laundry, or vacuuming.)

I meditate for 10-15 minutes right after getting up + ideally once somewhere in the middle of the day and one more time before going to bed. There are many ways to meditate (google "adhd meditation techniques" or smh similar), personally i just turn lights off, sit down in a comfy position, and focus either on my breath or on some random made up word that i don't associate with anything. Whenever i notice that i'm thinking about something else i force myself to focus on the subject of current session again.

The goal is to enter The Zone (no idea how it's officially called lol) in which i notice stray thoughts pretty much as soon as they start forming, and not when i'm already 3 minutes into an elaborate daydream. Thoughts become easy to discard. It's a genuinely addicting state of mind because your brain goes so, so quiet. You get to choose what to think about. You start noticing the world around you. Buuut i don't always manage to achieve it because i'm very easily distracted. Literally any sudden noise or physical sensation like my hand beginning to itch can get me ( ･ᴗ･̥̥̥ )

But even when i don't manage to enter The Zone by the end of a session meditating still has a great effect on me. For a while i can easily switch between tasks; tasks that used to feel repulsive stop being so; and cravings, obsessive thoughts, and anxiety die down.

(One thing it doesn't do though, is helping me with work that requires intellectual work. Unless i manage to enter The Zone, my ability to focus on demanding tasks remains the exact same.)

Meditating in the morning helps me to stick to my morning routine - exercise, shower, breakfast - without taking long breaks to browse the internet. I've been meditating every morning for the last two weeks and haven't broken the routine even once, which is An Achievement. Meditating mid-day helps with stuff like cleaning/cooking/shopping/whatnot, or simply tunes down anxiety if i was feeling too agitated. And meditating before sleep helps me to complete remaining small tasks that i have a habit of leaving for the next day, like washing my tea cup or putting away my clothes properly lol.

So yeah, while my experience is nowhere close to that of people who claim that regular meditation has cured their ADHD (maybe it really does after a couple of years, who know lmao) it has definitely improved my life a bit and helped me to deal with daily chores. Like i said at the start 10/10 activity, definitely give it a try ( ´•ᴗ•)ก

[kuppaking]

We're  gonna  say  definitely  his  "objectification"  of  Peach  even  if  not  exactly  "intentional."  He  doesn't  own  her,  but  in  his  twisted  lizard  brain  he  thinks  he  does  in  a  way.  To  kinda  continue  from  a  previous post I made:

This  isn't  done  out  of  malice,  he's  genuinely  not  trying  to  hurt  her  or  disrespect  her  or  anything  like  that,  but  his  effect  and  intentions  are  not  lining  up  and  to  reiterate  again,  I  think  'capturing  her'  and  making  her  say  'I  do'  to  marrying  him  is  AS  FAR  as  he  would  go  in  voiding  her  rights,  consent  and  autonomy  as  a  person  because  he  GENUINELY  believes  he'll  win  her  heart  after  the  fact.  He  just  needs  to  force  her  to  spend  time  with  him  and  get  to  know  him.  Thats  what  hes  told  himself,  anyway.

He  doesn't  seem  to  realize  or  want  to  realize  he  has  to  do  anything  to  make  her  love  and  respect  him  BEFORE  they're  married.  He's  literally  doing  it  back  the  front  and  I'm  not  sure  I  can  say  WHY  exactly.  I  think  theres  a  lot  of  insecurity  there  and  maybe  culture  behind  it,  its  complicated. But  Peach  isn't  wrong  in  thinking  Bowser's  a  monster,  or  being  afraid  of  him  and  repulsed  by  his  behaviors  because  a  lot  of  what  Bowser  does  is  pretty  horrifying.

 And  its  kind  of  amusing  in  a  way  because  the  things  Bowser  does  that  frighten  and  repulse  Peach  are  all  the  things  he  thinks  best  show  his  love  for  her.  His  overeager  willingness  to  literally  destroy,  murder  and  pillage  is  all  in  her  name.  In  his  mind  he's  showing  her  he'd  do  literally  anything  for  her  and  he  could  protect  her  and  her  kingdom  better  than  anyone  else.  Unfortunately  for  him  though,  it  just  comes  across  as  disturbing  because  like...  For  Peach, and probably any normal person,  you  should  be  a  lot  less  willing  to  murder  people  and  conquer  kingdoms  and  thieve  their  resources. Which  is  the  other  most  problematic  view  Bowser  seems  to  have because he doesn't seem to see much wrong in that.

He  lacks  any  reservation  when  it  comes  to  hurting  others.  I  mean,  not  just  hurting  them  but  torturing  and  killing  them. He  rampaged  through  a  few  kingdoms,  conquering  and  killing  any  resistance  in  order  to  find  the  Power  Star.  All  this  was  to  impress  Peach  and  he  intended  to  use  the  star  to  propose  to  her.  Like  normal  people  go  and  buy  ring.  Not  Bowser,  he  pillaged  till  he  found  one  of  the  most  powerful  items  in  the  Mario  world,  that  was  the  only  thing  he  thought  was  good  enough  for his "Peaches"  smh hes so extra. He  was  going  to  sacrifice  dozens  of  innocent  pows  at  their  wedding  (  in  Peach's  honor,  ofc.  This  could  be  a  Koopa  custom  because  like  I  said  there  does  feel  to  be  a  bit  of  a  clash  of  culture  going  on  here,  or  it  could  just  be  something  Bowser  was  doing  PURELY  again  out  of  this  twisted  desire  to  show  his  love  for  her  and  the  extent  of  it  and  tbh,  I'd  probably  say  its  a  strong  mesh  of  both  things. )

He  was  going  to  literally  torture  and  kill  Luigi  just  to  hurt  Mario,  Mario  and  Luigi  being  two  men  he  didn't  know  and  one  he  hadn't  even  met  at  this  point  JUST  because  he  was  jealous  after  hearing  Peach  was  interacting  with  Mario. And  that's  stuff  Bowser  was  doing  out  of  his  feelings  for  Peach.  He  really  is  that  one  post  thats  like  "Sorry  my  love  language  is  acts  of  service  and  all  I  know  how  to  do  is  kill".  Unfortunately  though  he  does  other  horrendous  things  just  out  of  his  own  rage,  which  is  his  other  massive  problem.

He  was  going  to  literally  disembowel  DK,  while  Peach  watched,  to  vent  his  anger  that  Peach  had  rejected  him  and  DK  had  challenged  him  and  tried  to  aid  Mario,  the  person  Bowser  was hell bent  blaming  for  his  "loss  of" or failure to obtain  Peach's  affection  from  moment  one.

He  lashed  out  at  Peach  when  she  K.O'd  Kamek  and  hurt  his  feelings,  and  could  have  very  well  accidently  hurt  her  BADLY  if  she  was  less  agile.  Also  its  so  funny  the  only  thing  he  could  think  to  say  to  hurt  her  back  was  "We're  breaking  up  right  now!"  like  silly  turtle  thats  what  she  wants.  But  yeah,  I  do  believe that  was  a  purely  emotional  response  and  he  wouldn't  intentionally  try  to  hurt  her,  he'd  only  want  to  subdue  her.

But  yeah,  the  rage  is  also  a  massive  problem.  He's  a  fixer  upper  for  sure  but  no  one  would  blame  Peach  for  keeping  her  distance  lmao.

From here 🔥

#⊰ ° ‧: ｡* ☆ 🔥 ━◞ Out Of Character ⊱ #⊰ ° ‧: ｡* ☆ 🔥 ━◞ Headcanons ⊱ #Headcanons #Mario movie spoilers

[soupedepates]

I am flirting with so many shits

like

Caffeine addiction? I used to swallow 1L/day worth of coffee and redbull while I was at the worst of my ED, still drink good amounts tho I don't like it at time. No withdrawal effect neither cravings, I can and have spend days, even weeks and months without caffeine.

Cigarette? I can chainsmoke one day and then go on with my life without even thinking about smoking.

Alcohol? At one time I was worried I would get hooked on (i had two bottles of vodka in my fridge that i drank on alone). Tbh, I have not drunk from like a month, without any craving.

And mind you my father was an alcoholic (sober 14 years, going on 15), and my mother is addicted to cigarette. My brain is supposed to be hardwired for addictions and smh despite the shit am doing my only drug is adrenaline.

[bunnyscraft]

ೃ࿐ Bambi Eyes ೃ༄

Dark! Lee Bodecker x Reader | Part three | 18+

Warnings: Dub-con, non-con, dark Lee, future dark reader, daddy kink, spit kink, descriptions of blood, character death, cursing, mentions of sex, Kidnapping, Lee takes reader panties smh

A/N: this is a dark fic! Do NOT READ IF ANY OF THE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE | part one part two

Bambi’s pov:

“Such a good girl.”

Good.

Girl.

The praise he had given just before he left, had invaded every part of your mind leaving you in a cloudy state.

It disgusted you….the effect those two words had on your emotions and body. You wanted to scream, cry for help, hit your fist against the barred door.

You also wanted to cry for him to come back, to protect you from the situation he had put you in but you knew he’d left to continue his life as sheriff for the day.

He was supposed to be the protector of the townsfolk, so why was he hurting you?

You assumed a few hours had passed. After observing the flawlessly girly room you’d been put in, you realized there was no clock or window. He obviously wanted you to be hidden from the outside world, or maybe he wanted to hide the outside world from you?

“My dumb baby”

You whimpered at the memory. Your fear and confusion had only fueled your need for escape. As you went to stand up, regret immediately overtook you as your legs wobbled and eyes blurred, falling to the cold hard ground taking the tray of food he’d left down with you. Tears began to build in the corners of your eyes at the realization your hands were bound by harsh rope in front of you and that you were now covered in food. You were so stuck in your head you’d barely registered your surroundings.

Maybe I really am dumb.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Lee’s POV:

He was stressed. He was pissed. He was tired. He missed you.

Lee ran his rough hands down his face as he let out a deep sigh filled with exhaustion. He hated that he had to leave you alone after last night. Lee would much rather be at home taking care of you,

He’d much rather be at home training you to be his good girl again, after that stunt you pulled with the Russel boy.

No Lee. This is your fault.

He should’ve got to you sooner. It was his fault for being a damn coward. You just didn’t understand what that Arvin kid was after. No, his girl was too innocent for her own good, he convinced himself.

Even when Lee saw you kiss that fucker, even then he knew it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know he was watching. You just wanted attention. You were just acting out. You would have never done that if Lee had just taken what was rightfully his.

His thoughts were spiraling, as they often did when he thought of you. You’d never told him why you were cryin’ the night he’d taken you and you didn’t have to. Lee had seen the whole thing behind the dark tinted windows of his car. He also knew that’s why Arvin ran like hell when he’d seen Lee watching.

Lee chuckled at the memory, happy with the fear he instilled in the boy. He knew he’d have to instill some in you too, even if it crushed his heart.

The sound of a fist knocking on his office door suddenly ripped Lee out of his y/n filled daydream. He grumble out an agitated “come in” just as one of his lower level officers busted through the door.

“Sheriff…got somethin’ your gonna wanna see immediately”

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Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

Tick….

BOOM

The slam of a door forced you into high alert. Your brain no longer creating ticks of a clock to fill the silence, your heart was now beating as loud as the boom that had just occurred. You nervously backed your disheveled body into the corner of the room, as it had become your only source of comfort during your stay here.

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Lee was ecstatic.

He knew he shouldn’t have been. His sister and brother in law were just found dead by some river just outta town. But fuck was Lee happy he didn’t have another obstacle standing in the way of him having you. Sandy had always been too damn protective of you. She didn’t know what you needed, she made unsafe decisions all the time. It’s why she ended up dead.

Lee knew exactly what you needed.

He couldn’t be bothered with the fact he’d just slammed his front door with a thunder-like force, he had to get to his girl. Lee removed his hat with a smile as he made his way to unlock your door. God, he missed you and he finally had you.

“Baby! God I’m so glad to see—“ Lee had started until his eyes landed on your messy form in the corner of your room. Food spilled to the ground, uneaten. Tears in your eyes.

His happiness drained and he was immediately overwhelmed with concern.

“Fuckin’ shit baby.” He cursed as he made his way over to you, only for you to shake and sob even more. He knew you hadn’t eaten your food and god knows how long you’d been here crying.

His soft coo’s only seemed to egg your cries on further and it frustrated him.

“Little one please…it’s okay…calm…calm…SHUT UP!” He bellowed as he harshly grabbed your face.

You immediately stiffened. A sob stuck in your throat and eyes not leaving his frantic ones. Your hands fisted at the end of your dress the best they could, bracing for the impact of him hurting you.

But it never came.

Lee’s face softened. “Thank you baby doll. See isn’t it easier to do as I say?” He questioned. He knew there was a part of you that desired this. To listen. To be protected and cherished.

The rough pads of his thumbs smoothed away the tracks of salty tears—drinking you in as small hiccups racked your body.

“Little one—when I ask you something, you answer. You always answer.”

“…i-I’m sorry l-lee…yes its e-easier to listen…m’sorry” you stuttered out in an attempt to please him. Thankfully it worked as his blue eyes lit up.

“My poor baby.” He cooed—dark eves traveling along your body. “You’re all sticky. How do you feel about a bath?”

Hell did the thought of getting clean sound amazing right now and you desperately wanted out of this sickly innocent room. You anxiously nodded your head in confirmation, forgetting Lee liked it better when you were verbal.

Panic struck through you at the realization but it seemed as though he didn’t care. Lee’s hands slowly wrapped themselves around your body. One under your thighs and the other around your waist. His ability to pick you up so easy sent an odd feeling through you. Yes you were scared but you liked being close to him like this. You could take in his scent. Smoke. Leather. And warm. He smelt warm and felt warm. You had found yourself leaning into his chest as he carried you to what you assumed was the bathroom. It was uncomfortable, with your wrist rubbing against the rope, but you were so cold you couldn’t care.

It was when you finally reached your destination that you looked up. Lee’s smile had yet to leave his face, thankfully it wasn’t that of a sinister one.

Lee had carried you over to the bathroom counter, tapping your thigh as a signal for you to adjust.

Looking around you noticed there were two sinks and lots of feminine bath products. First the overly decorated room and now a fully stocked bathroom. How had he been able to afford all this on a sheriff’s salary?

You’d shifted as the thought started to make you grow uncomfortable. You truly knew nothing about this man.

Casting your gaze down to your wrist, you winced at the harsh burns starting to form.

“U-um…lee? Could you?” You gestured to the rope binding your wrist.

He looked up from the bubble bath he’d started for you. Smile gone and face now completely blank. It scared you how fast his emotions could change.

“Yeah? Want me to untie them for you?” He taunted as he stalked his way towards you. “And what are you gonna do if I do that, baby?”

He didn’t trust you of course. He expected you to run.

“please I promise I’ll be good Lee. I just—they hurt” you begged trying to appeal to him.

Fuck, you knew just how to get him.

Lee reached into his back pocket pulling out a knife too sharp to be in the hands of a man like him. Reaching for your wrist, eyes never leaving yours as he cut the rope. For some reason, your eyes never left his. It was as if you were trying to show him you weren’t about to run, to show him he could trust you.

Why wasn’t I about to run?

Once your wrist were free, he brought them up to his lips, gently pressing a kiss to the irritated skin.

“I’m sorry. Don’t—please don’t make me do that again.” He’d ordered, jaw clenched, before his hands made their way around your waist, easily lifting you from the counter onto the floor.

Your head was still killing you, and it seemed like the floor was shaking under your feet just as it had before.

Though before you could crash again, those same rough hands found your waist and you almost happily welcomed them.

“Wow you really are like Bambi, aren’t ya?” He teased, eyes lit up. “Can’t even walk without tripping over your own two feet.”

Fuck you. You almost said, but you doubted that would have helped much. The whole reason you couldn’t walk was because of him!

“Now—im gonna let ya get undressed. Bathe by yourself.” He’d began, hands rubbing moving up and down your shivering arms. “Be good? ‘Kay honey?”

No. No I won’t be good. You wanted to fight back. Make him angry and frustrated like you were. Press his buttons.

But even you knew that wouldn’t work just yet.

“Yes sir.”

Lee almost groaned at your obedience. He knew you’d fall right into your role.

After handing you a fluffy white towel he turned to make his leave.

Holding the fabric to your chest—you watched anxiously as his leather cladded back retreated to the rest of the house, before closing the door. Of course—not without the click of a lock.

Looking around you suddenly became overwhelmed—confused. Like you didn’t know what to do. Not even the lovely smell of roses and vanilla could comfort you.

You wanted him back.

“Lee—“ you shakily called making your way to the door.

Not even two seconds later it opened.

“What’s wrong, baby—is everything oka—“ he rambled before you cut him off with a sigh.

“I don’t…wanna be alone. Please stay with me, Lee.”

Lee was a weak man. Well a weak man for you. Immediately he nodded his head, willing to do whatever it is you needed.

It shocked you, how eager he was. Maybe it shouldn’t have, he had kidnapped you after all.

You watched as he turned to give you privacy so you could undress, thankful for that. Slowly you started to strip the once beautiful now ruined dress, before folding it neatly and setting it on the counter. Next you did the same with your bra and panties.

You then checked back to make sure he was still turned before feeling the temperature of the water. Boiling hot and filled with bubbles. Just how you would have made it.

Dipping your toes in you couldn’t help but let out a groan, Lee swore his pants tightened a little at the sound.

Once you had fully submerged yourself in the bubbles, you let out a little cough signaling Lee could turn around.

The sight could have brought him to his knees.

Your hair was disheveled in a way only you could pull off, cheeks peachy red from the heat, and body barley covered.

Lee knew you had to be some kinda angel in that moment, and fuck if it didn’t make him wanna worship you.

He made his way closer to you, eyes trying not to look at the blue lace he’d seen under your dress earlier, now folded on his bathroom counter. Once he’d gotten close enough to the bath he crouched down, leveling himself next to you.

His presence, though it still made you uneasy, brought a sense of belonging. You watched him as he crouched next to you, eyes locked.

“why— why me?” You let out without thinking.

Hadn’t he told you before? Hadn’t he told you how perfect you were for him? How he couldn’t let the only perfect thing in this world be taken from him?

Sighing, Lee knew he had to give you a better answer.

“Why? cause’ baby, you were made for more. More than this town can offer. You weren’t made to be some fuckin’ kids first fuck. You weren’t made to wipe tables for people who don’t give two shits. You weren’t made to be abandoned— you were made to be mine.” Lee preached. He could tell it scared you, how passionate he was.

“I know you feel it too. I’ve seen it. Only my girl woulda’ stayed hours late for me just to serve me pie. Only my girl woulda’ somehow always been able to run into me everywhere she went. The universe wants us together, don’t deny it baby doll.” He said before grabbing your smaller hands in his.

You had yet to respond. Yes, you had a crush on the older man. You had since you moved here, but did you want this?

Your lack of response once again frustrated Lee, as he moved his strong hand around to your neck, not choking you…just holding it there as if a warning.

“Tell me you don’t want me.” He demanded, forcing you to whimper. “Tell me how bad I am. Tell me how you didn’t want this to happen. Didn’t want a bad man like me to take you and make you mine.”

He slowly brought his face closer to yours inhaling your scent as he said the dark words. You shifted your legs closed obviously effected by him. It took everything in you not to whimper as his nose rubbed against your temple. You knew he’d seen it, it’s what brought a dark smile to accompany his dark lust clouded eyes.

You did want him but…you couldn’t give into him.

“…I don—“ you’d never got to finish as he pulled your lips to meet his, the kiss forceful and passionate. He tasted like whiskey, a drink you’d never personally have but liked on him. The kiss was full of built up frustration, teeth and tongue. Water from the tub had spilled onto Lee’s jacket and pants but he couldn’t give a fuck.

Lee continued to dominate the kiss, mumbling out ‘mine’ in between breath’s. Something sparked in you. You didn’t want him to win so easily.

Suddenly you harshly bit down onto his bottom lip, letting out a strangled moan from him. “You fucking little brat,” he hissed watching the blood drip from his mouth.

It made Lee laugh. His good girl had some fight in her. Your innocent eyes still held that spark in them and fuck did he love it.

Lee’s hand quickly shot out grabbing your jaw harshly, forcing your body to lean slightly over the edge of the tub.

“Hhmh I see baby. Daddy leaves you alone for a little bit and you feel all big and bad, like you can handle it huh?” He said with a laugh.

“Open.” He demanded as he watched your eyes shimmer with tears.

You wanted to struggle. Shaking your head you let out a shaky groan.

Lee lifted an eyebrow at your defiance, amused by your fight.

Suddenly you felt his rough finger invading your mouth, forcing it open. Lee then leaned over your frame letting a mix of spit and blood fall between your pouty lips. You whimpered at the taste, fearful and turned on.

“Swallow now” he demanded, holding your jaw with what could only be described as a loving force.

You listened, swallowing what he gave you, ashamed at the ache between your thighs.

“Finally, you’re my good girl again.” He chuckled as he tapped his wet hands against your cheek.

“You’ve got ten minutes, Bambi. I expect you to be done when I get back.” Lee said as he stood up to make his way out, leaving you dazed and confused.

You were embarrassed by how wet you were, scared by how aggressive he was, and frustrated that he left.

You slowly shrunk into the bubbles as if to hide from your own thoughts, never noticing the pair of panties Lee had taken with him.

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Lee closed the door behind him, letting out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in. His hands fisted the lace blue panties he’d stolen from your little pile of clothes, and he knew he was fucked up for it. They were just so…you. Lee hummed to himself as he played with the little wet spot from where the fabric had rubbed against your little cunt.

He’d learned today that his good girl was also a brat, one that needed to be broken in. He didn’t mind, he’d always known you had a stubborn streak.

But fuck was lee happy to be the one to bring both sides out of you.

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Bunny’s Note: oh my god. How y’all doing????? I know I know Lee is a big perv in this one but I’m obsessed with it. I also wanna thank you all for the love you’ve shown this series, even with how dark it is. Thank you all so much! I watched this movie agaiN because I want him so bad.

Love, Bunny 🎀

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[taegularities]

Hello hello valentine :3 can I request a Cotton Ca— oh that’s not released yet HAHAHAHAHA MY B, a RY drabble of your favourite moments between Taekook :3 thank u my love 😍

not you forgetting that cotton candy isn't out yet 😭 my clown smh. thank you for requesting, baeee !!! it's also unedited </3

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off my chest

pairing: platonic Taehyung x Jungkook fic: ruin you wc: 1k warnings: coping after a break up... sad tae. crying. that's it.

ask my characters/request a drabble how and what you can request <3

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“Will you answer if I asked you again… what the hell we’re doing here?”

Behind Jungkook, Taehyung climbs the last of the steep hill heaving a sigh of relief. Hiking isn’t for him, he decides. Perhaps he should’ve fought harder to stay home; to talk about life and how it has screwed him over so suddenly.

“Alright,” Jungkook breathes, squinting into the sun as he walks over to a low boulder, “you worked hard. So I shall tell you now.”

“Thank fuck.”

Taehyung takes a seat next to where Jungkook settled, letting his legs dangle mere inches above the green ground. The nature stretches wide in front of them, the few clouds floating slowly and peacefully above their heads, the fresh altitude air crisp and pleasant.

The deep inhale wakes his brain, and for the first time in weeks, he feels somewhat content. He reckons that this is what Jungkook intended in the first place.

“You need to get out of your apartment, Tae. You’re too young to be falling into grief like this… and your place isn’t big enough for your mind.”

“I go out plenty.”

“The campus doesn’t count. And you’ve only been going to finish your final exams. Other than this and job hunting, what have you been doing these days?” Jungkook questions, bringing his legs up to fold them.

Taehyung imitates his friend’s action, placing his arms on his thighs as he leans forward and answers, “There’s nothing to do for me. It’s not like I want to feel this way–”

“I know, but,” Jungkook interrupts, clicking his tongue as he looks into the summer-y emptiness of the world, “honestly. She doesn’t seem to care, so you shouldn’t either.”

“I've just never felt that way before, man.”

“I know.”

“She really didn’t need to do that.”

“Yeah…” Jungkook scours his mind for something effective he can say, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek in thought. “Fuck it. You deserve better. Yejun can go and choke on a dick.”

Jungkook’s mocking tone and choice of words elicits a laugh out of Taehyung, but the older man can’t help but scoff in annoyance as he answers, “She probably is.”

“Well, her loss for missing out on your quality dick.”

“Thanks, dude…”

With a wink and a lopsided smirk, Jungkook pats Taehyung’s back, pulling up his body from the boulder before he comes to a stand. He brushes the dirt off his ass, gesturing for his heartbroken pal to follow lead as he says, “Let’s try something.”

Almost involuntarily, Taehyung gets to his feet carefully, brushing his light hair from his face. The wind keeps blowing it back into his eyes, warm and comforting, and Taehyung buries his hands in the pockets of his shorts as he breathes in the scent of flowers and grass.

“Think about something that hurt or annoyed you in your relationship,” Jungkook begins, looking at Taehyung’s golden profile, “and then scream it into the void.”

“You saw that in some movie, didn’t you?”

“And what if I did?” Jungkook chuckles, nodding towards the descending hill and the wide fields. “Okay, lemme start.”

Taehyung looks at his friend in question, wondering what he’s going to yell out before Jungkook takes a deep breath, calls his girlfriend’s name and then voices, “Stop freaking waking me up at 8AM on weekends!”

The words are sudden and hilarious, and Taehyung breaks into a laugh until he feels himself tearing up. Placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder, he watches the bunny grin expand, asking, “I thought you two were doing great!”

“I mean, we are! Thriving. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t rile me up now and then.”

“Ah. Send her my love, I guess.”

“Will do.” Jungkook uses his hands as a funnel, licking his lips before he continues, “And let me play Overwatch the whole Sunday, what’s the problem?!”

The scene seems absurd and comical, and Taehyung grimaces when Jungkook’s voice echoes back to them as though someone is yelling back from the ground. But there’s not a soul in their ultimate proximity, and if someone is staring up to the top of the hill with wondering eyes, Jungkook doesn’t seem to care.

“Your turn.”

“I–” Taehyung starts; but then he gulps, nibbling his lower lip for a moment before he finally gives in. “Okay. Alright. Uh–” He searches for a habit he disliked about his ex, staring at the clouds in the distance before he nods. “The shade of your lipstick never matched your clothes.”

“Nice,” Jungkook praises, nodding in reassurance, “what else?”

“You make terrible omelettes!”

“Yeah! Louder!”

Taehyung’s courage increases with each word he utters, his heart thumping in his throat as he voices everything he kept hidden for so long. “And you’re not as good at lying as you think you are.”

He pauses for a moment, her face flashing into his memory yet again; a tender smile veiling such malevolence, such poison. Sniffling, his tongue runs over his dry lips, and then he screams, albeit quieter, “When you started drifting away, I noticed immediately.”

Jungkook glances over to his friend, his face falling when he realises that Taehyung’s cheek is glistening in the sun, a single tear escaping his eyes that he wipes at right away. He shifts closer to his older friend, draping a consoling arm around his shoulders.

When Taehyung speaks again, the volume of his voice returns to normal, and with a dropping head, he says, “I gave her everything.”

“And you’ll give your everything to someone again one day. Someone who deserves it all, too. Okay?”

Taehyung’s fingers brush back his hair, staying pressed against his scalp for a moment as he murmurs, “Yeah.”

“It’ll be okay.”

“Yeah,” he repeats, sitting back down to his previous spot with a heavy heart. “It’ll be okay.”

“You’ll find something to distract yourself with in the meantime. Until then,” Jungkook suggests, nudging Taehyung’s shoulder playfully, “I can make you some actually good omelette. I’m amazing at it.”

As the fresh wind dries Taehyung’s eyes and gives way to something resembling hope, he believes for the first time in days that things could be alright. It might take mistakes, trials and challenges to get there.

But as long as some relationships in his life don’t change, there will be no final doom.

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this took some time to write so 🤡 leave a like if u enjoyed it !! <3

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[adhd-attention-deficit-dumbass]

Any tips for focusing on schoolwork? The quarter ends next week for me and I have 12 missing assignments but I can’t just sit down and do it smh. My meds don’t do shit to help me so I basically run on caffine and Doritos

I was planning on making a longer and more detailed post about this since I struggled with the exact same thing last semester but I’ll do a quick one since you’re in a hurry!

-Ask a university student with ADHD

How to overcome executive dysfunction and just get it done!

A quick overview for the stressed and depressed ADHD student

All strategies mentioned are ones I have tried during a very stressful period in my life and I can happily announce that I succsessfully passed all my re-exams!

1. Study at the library or a similarily quiet place, by no means attempt to study at home or god forbid a café you’ll regret it.

Studying at the library takes so much less effort and energy than studying at home or in s noisy café, save your precious energy for focusing on your work instead of trying to avoid distraction

Libraries are great and full of people who are also studying which will help you feel more motivated!

2. Get rid of your phone 📱

This one ☝🏻 oh boy, it was a game changer, I know you think you may have the discipline not to get distracted but it makes a world of difference

Put your phone in a seperate room on silent if you can, this is the most effective way.

If not, put it at the bottom of your bag and make it as hard as possible to find

Use wireless headphones 🎧 for music so you don’t have to keep your phone within arms reach

3. Write down exactly what you’re doing and divide into small easily doable tasks

Part of the struggle is not knowing what to do, or the task feeling too big and too hard. Write down the task in steps, as many as you need, as simple as you can. Break them down to the smallest and most easily done bits until you feel like you can handle them.

Example: For uni last semester I had 3 smaller tests per week apart from the usual exams. We had to translate between 1500-3000 words every two days on our own and during lectures We’d do a quick 15 min test based on what we’d read that would affect our final grade.

”Translate 2000 words” sounds like a lot so the way I did it was that I put the text into a word file and dived it into seperate paragraphs

I’d end up with 10-12 paragraphs and that would be my focus

So if I had two days to translate, I’d translate 6/12 paragraphs the first day and the remaining 6 the next day

It feels much easier than sitting with a document of seemingly endless work. Because we can have a hard time planning and looking ahead, it helps to give yourself some structure

4. Check off and visualize finished tasks to boost motivation ✅

Again, using last semester as an example

The way I did it is something I call:

The heart strategy❤️

At this time I was obsessed with Zelda games and I randomly drew a little heart in my planner while thinking of Zelda and thought ”huh, what if I used ”video game hearts” as a representation for my own work?” And I have been doing it religously since.

The way I did it was I drew 12 hearts in my planner in a line like this, seperating them with a line in the middle.

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍 | 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

When I finished translating a paragraph I would fill a heart with a bright pink pen because I love pink💗 It was almost like a reward and it made me more motivated to keep going, it also provided a visual to let me know how much work I had gotten done and how much was left

So when my planner looked like this:

💗💗💗💗💗🤍| 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

It would motivate me because it meant I was almost finished for the day and I knew that I had completed half of the task already.

5. Wireless noise cancelling headphones 🎧 + ADHD friendly music

Noice cancelling keeps you from getting distracted by 🗣🎶👏🏻✍🏻👣

Wireless is just amazing in general but it also keeps you away from your phone which will often distract you even when you’re trying hard. Some models allow you to even change songs without touching your phone, which is super helpful

Make a list of music or find good mixes on youtube/Spotify that are not distracting 🎶 They can be motivational and upbeat or slow and relaxing, whatever helps you the most

I have a ”Motivational study songs” list with a lot of upbeat high tempo songs that are about reaching your goals, a mix of rock, pop, Disney and musical songs

Never gonna give you up by Rick Astley is the perfect ADHD study song idk why but it just works wonders for me

But some days the upbeat music is just too distracting so then I put on classical music (mostly Tchaikovsky) or a lofi youtube video. Changing up music is good since your ADHD brain will get bored of the same thing easily

There are also quiet and very aestethic ”☕️study with me 📖” videos on youtube that are like 2 hour long where a person just sits quietly and studies

they can be great because it makes you feel like you have a study buddy but they wont distract you by talking 🙊 as long as you don’t get distracted by them

That’s all for this post! BELIEVE ME i tried SOOO hard to keep it short and it was a lot longer at first i’m sorry if it’s a lot to read🙈

I hope some of this is at least somewhat helpful. Thank you for reading and good luck with your studies!💗

#Ask a university student with adhd #adhd study tips #adhd help #adhd #adhd study #adhd studyblr #ask me anything about adhd #adhd post #adhd asks #answering asks #study motivation #adhd motivation #executive dysfunction

[adhdeancas]

wait so fellow adhder I'm I think that actually all of the TFW are actually ND. Cas has autism, dean has adhd, and hear me out, Sam has ocd. the intrusive thoughts? obsessive behavior? eating and acting clean literally to a point where it is inconvenient for everyone involved? I think he is obsessing over being clean and fresh (compared to demon blood and souless Sam, sleazy and nasty Sam) also I have a few reasons for thinking dean us adhd but y do u think so sorry I'm rambling

let’i’ve been waiting all my life for you to come into my inbox and talk to me about this

of COURSE TFW are ND!!! of course!! and yes, yes, we all know Cas has autism I love my autistic angel and i love the hc that Sam has ocd because it does fit really well!

(sectioned all of this out because it’s better for adhders to read, you get it)

his ocd directly bleeds into his poor self-esteem like you said with the demon blood! he feels the need to be pure and even though he canonically knows that these things (like eating clean, running, etc) can’t help his problem, he still tries because he kind of... has to. 

also OCD is often connected to a need for control, and the physical state of sam’s body is the one thing he has control over (which is also where we get into eating disorder territory). Sam has had so little control over his life, especially growing up, and for most his childhood, he didn’t even control what he ate (with Dean making/buying his meals). SO once he gets out of that environment, he hyperfixates on this new freedom!

we can also go to the hand pressing with this. a literal compulsion that even after the effect of the pain wears off once the hand heals, he still does it as a grounding method. nonsensical compulsion to calm anxiety? yes OCD 

can also be linked to childhood trauma but what ND can’t be amirite

emotional regulation once again - remember Angry Boy King Sammy? So angry he doesn’t know what to do and can’t control it and feels like he’s gonna explode with the rage?

intrusive (sometimes violent) thoughts are a huge marker for OCD and Sam’s obviously sometimes come from Unnatural means but they are also a part of him and kind of always have been

religious themes are also huge in OCD which Fits and makes me EMOTIONAL Sam I’m so sorry he spent his whole childhood feeling unclean and unholy and Fixated on that to the point of praying to a God his family didn’t believe in just so he could be Clean fuck

also i think it’s really interesting and cool that of the two brothers, Sam shows the most obvious signs of OCD even though he is canonically the messier brother and the brother not worried about IRL germs (i know the writers didn’t try to do this but i don’t care they didn’t play into the OCD means i must germex! trope)

AND ADHD DEAN!!! 

let’s first look at the obvious: Dean is highly skilled in combat, even though he hates physical exercise. Why? ADHD brain tied up with anxiety is hardwired into flight or fight, not sit and focus on one thing. it’s constantly picking up on threats and peripheral vision and all that shit 

he also has a spotty history with books! like i’ve said before, not shit writing, this is Dean’s ADHD. Dean as a kid read some high-brow books and he still does occasionally but he doesn’t nearly as much as an adult because it became much harder!! and because he just couldn’t devote that much attention, even as a kid, to things that he wasn’t really interested in! This is why he hates research

he’s known far and wide for his impulsiveness, his knee jerk decisions. it’s part of what makes him a good hunter and part of what makes him human disorder incarnate - It’s ADHD

Low frustration tolerance and rejection-sensitive dysphoria! Dean has a really hard time regulating his emotions and especially anger - especially especially especially when he feels like he’s being rejected or abandoned. it’s literally his worst fear 

^^^^ rejection-sensitive dysphoria also plays into his low self-esteem (god poor kid to have RSD in an environment growing up where Everyone Was Constantly Busting Each Other’s Balls and couldn’t be emotionally available to also tell you they actually love you), high self standards, and social anxiety (he’s a bullshitter, his chameleon charm is also a symptom of his social anxiety and RSD) 

also Dean has lots of sleep problems both ways and complicated relationships with motivation and inner restlessness versus a yearning for stability 

comfort items / food!! now i can’t find the research on this so forgive me because i know i’ve read it somewhere that ADHDers tend to gravitate toward familiar things or foods! (like Dean’s burgers and his car / motels that are all basically the same) it is a very ND thing in general as well

along that line, ADHDers tend to have sensory processing issues - it’s why Dean has an Outfit Recipe of the same types of clothes that he sticks to - also why he delights so much in sensory stuff like magic fingers and the Dead Guy Robe

(((jfc i thought of this point while writing out the last one and then forgot it and had to stare at the screen for a minute, now I’ve forgotten it again while writing this thank you adhd))) AH YES! auditory processing! Remember how we make fun of Dean for his lame comebacks? Remember how we make fun of him for his buffer speed in The Scene? baby that’s because it takes him five extra seconds to translate those words let alone RESPOND

not to mention people with ADHD often have much higher rates of anxiety/depression (duh) and substance abuse (yes)

lmao in researching this the article I was looking at says that lead exposure as a child can lead to ADHD and jfc you KNOW those shitty motels had Exclusively Lead Paint smh

BUT ONE OF MY FAVORITES of course has to be that Dean gets along so well with autistic Cas!! as an adhd dude with an autistic best friend, WE DIG! adhd and autism go so well together because we can get each other in ways that others just Can’t. adhd and autism have a lot of overlap/similarities in brain function and shit. 

tend to eschew social conventions and be much more straightforward/want that in others

they can both have the tendency to fidget and depending on upbringing mask that for some people - which also leads to being social chameleons

they both have comfort items / foods that NT find really strange or childish in my experience

sensory disorders!!! cas with his ONE OUTFIT and Dean with his different colored ONE OUTFIT 

Anyway i’m in love with this and i have so many thoughts but here are a few of them thank you very much for this ask i love that you came to me 

#ask #willowwisk #adhd dean #dean has adhd #autistic cas #cas has autism #ocd sam #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel #neurodiversity #tw: abuse #tw: eating disorders

[im-a-lil-simp]

hello!! could i request a wilbur fic about joining him for a if you laugh you lose? :) take your time and i hope you have a great day! <3

Indirect Introductions (Wilbur Soot x Reader)

I really loved writing this, even if I put it off and wrote it over the span of 2 days. I'd usually just get it done in 1 session, but I was all over the place today. I hope you enjoy it! I kept it as romantic as I could.

It had been a chilly day. You woke up cold, you went shopping cold, and cold you stayed. It took everything in you to not just stay inside all day and burrow under your blankets, turn on a space heater, and try to sleep for the rest of the day.

In your mind nothing was stopping you. But on the way back to your house after shopping for some much needed household products, it dawned on you that you still had to show up to the office today.

You happened to work for Wilbur Soot himself. He wasn't the biggest deal, compared to larger people in the media, but with a couple million subs, he still needed help carrying his workload.

You happened to be one of those who helped to carry that workload. Being a long time friend of Wilbur, he offered you an editing job when your old one let you go. He was very understanding and knew you had some prior experience.

When he switched to streaming in an office, he invited those who worked for him to use the space as well. It wasn't necessary, it was just an offer. But when you ended up being the only person to take him up on it, it felt a bit awkward.

Sure, the office wasn't very big, but having it just be the two of you there felt off somehow. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't like that it was just the both of you.

You guys would constantly bump into each other, Wilbur muttering a quick 'sorry bout that' before moving on. The small flush of your face that would occur after that was not easy to hide, but you managed.

He was always such a gentleman with how he approached the close quarters situation. Always letting you go ahead of him if you got there at the same time, waiting for you to get comfortable before trying to move around you, etc.

None of that changed the groan that came from your mouth when you realized you had work to do at the office. You honestly did not feel like cutting down a whole stream vod for what felt like forever.

Once again leaving your house, you set your sights on your workplace, slowly trudging along as you did so.

Upon arriving, you noticed that Wilbur was already inside. The door was unlocked and his stuff was placed messily inside. He had been streaming when you walked in. Reciting his famous you laugh you lose rules as you hung up your coat.

You smiled to yourself as you made your way to your little makeshift workspace. It was comfortable and effective.

That was before Wilbur was damn near yelling your name to get you to come over to him. You, a meek little editor, had no business being on camera. But there you were, just out of view as you spoke to Wilbur.

"Join me on stream. You can get more lives than me."

"But Wilbur, I have editing to do."

This was mainly an excuse. While it was true,  you just didn't want to have to be on camera. You weren't exactly the most secure person out there. As well as the fact that it meant you had to sit directly next to Wilbur for the stream to see you well.

"Oh come on. Chat's tired of me. Come sit over here."

Ultimately you knew that you wouldn't be able to say no. His pleading made you feel weak and your heart probably couldn't take much more.

With a heavy sigh, you look around for your chair. Its wheels making too much noise against the floor as you roll it next to Wilbur's.

He had you introduce yourself to his chat, so you gave a quick 'hi' and told them that you were just his editor.

"You're more than just my editor. You're also one of my good friends, aren't you?"

You chuckled out a half-hearted 'yea' before internally screaming at yourself. Of course he wouldn't just admit anything in front of his stream, but he had you in the first half, not gonna lie.

You had no clue how you were supposed to keep your flaming cheeks to yourself if you were on stream.

The chat was being spammed with messages of support. Many greetings from his fans that you only ever see in vods or hear him talk about during streams.

Mediashare donations kept rolling in as you tried you hardest not to laugh. While Wilbur only had one life, he and chat agreed to give you around 10.

This was probably a good thing, as you weren't as experienced as Wilbur was. Choking out a couple of laughs at videos Wilbur had already seen multiple times (smh y'all are breaking one of the rules), you had been brought down to six lives.

The stream had been live for about 2 hours now and Wilbur despperately wanted to end the stream. He hadn't been too up to it today, for the same reasons as you. It was just one of those days where you didn't want to do a single thing.

He kept trying to make you laugh, going so far as to poke your sides a couple of times to get you to budge. But you weren't moving.

You were, however, extremely conscious of how close the two of you were. You were extra careful to make sure you were ver consistant distance at all times. If you so much as brushed Wilbur's hand, you would probably break out into a full flush and maybe even a stutter.

You did not want to do that on stream.

By the time he finally ended the stream, you still had 4 lives left. You ended off stronger than you thought and felt kind of proud of yourself.

Once the stream had ended he expressed how proud he was of you and how long you made it had him bringing up a hand for a high five. Thinking nothing of it, you went in, the pride of your success making you feel very confident.

As soon as your hands collided, he intertwined his fingers with yours. This sudden change of plans made you very confused but also very embarrassed.

Not wanting to pull away you both sat there awkwardly. You guessed that he had not planned much further than this.

You coughed awkwardly before he pulled both of your hands down. He scooted closer to you before rubbing his thumb against your hand. You had no idea how to react to this.

"I hope it was alright that I dragged you into the stream like that," he muttered lowly.

"It's really fine, I understand wanting to spice up your streaming."

"Yea, I guess I just wanted them to know who you were, so that hopefully if you said yes when I asked you out, they would already know who you were."

It took you a second to fully process what he was saying. Blinking a couple times, and summoning zero words from your brain, you sat there looking like a fish out of water.

Finally finding the right words, you blurted,

"You were planning on asking me out? Me? On a date?"

You were shocked. Nothing could have ever prepared you for this.

"Yea you."

"Does that mean I can say yes?"

He did nothing but laugh at that. Hopefully his stream would be delighted when it finally came time to tell them you were dating.

#mcyt x reader #dreamteam #dreamwastaken #mcyt #dreamsmp #wilbur soot x reader #wilbursoot #technoblade #sleepybois #sleepybois x reader

[morkofday]

Bad Buddy and Gifted AU???????????? i know mejomonster would probably love to see that too

and u know that i'm always down for anything involving a william show >:)

<3 <3 <3

brigiiidd ♥♥ the love of my life 🥰

(placing under a cut bc this got so long! sorry)

ok yeah so i have this fully-fledged bad buddy x the gifted au in my brain that is half based on all the ohmnanon dramas i've come to watch after bad buddy plus all the things i hope the gifted would've been instead of. well. what it was 😬 the concept was super cool but i didn't really like their execution lol

but i have powers for the main six, i have backstories for most of them. i have figured out some of the struggles they go through! also yes this is a mutant au basically and of course that means there's a ton of Angst and things get way rougher than in the gifted. also the school system or whatever is more Nuts bc i said so. also bc i love mutant aus and the mutants always breaking free and lowkey starting a revolution or something. not just the small scale struggle they had going on in the gifted smh

(also as a side note, i have seen at least two other the gifted aus for bad buddy and both were really good so! idk if i really would have any place there so am happy to keep this in my own head basically :') i can just go feral every time i think about what i could write for them haha)

if i can talk about the powers i have figured out, then they go as:

pran - can control soundwaves which basically means that he can a) hear very well (at first involuntarily which is kind of rough), b) use sound as a weapon and c) talk to ppl who are far away

pat - a type of power sealing power? he can make others' powers disappear by touch. usually, the effect lasts only for a while but he can make it permanent too (has done this only by accident for now). my initial plan for him was him being some type of "shield" against powers but that felt too much like bella swan. so now he's this. tho i feel like he still gets parts of the "shield" idea bc i thought that at some point he might be able to develop his power into using it at will to just block others' powers when they try to use them

wai - can control senses so hallucinations, sensory deprivation, all that. if it's subtle he can just make ppl believe basically anything bc they thought they sensed it. if it's violent enough, he could kill ppl.

korn - super strength. lowkey a cliche but i like this. he can probably develop his power into being lowkey indestructible. he probably also heals fast.

pha - can control earth. she is the reason the jindapat siblings discover their powers. she suddenly gets a temper tantrum at ten and breaks their living room floor. bc pat is her biological brother, it is considered most likely that he will develop a power too. it takes him a year before he discovers that what he thought was just his social skill at calming down ppl is actually his ability to make their powers vanish for a moment.

ink - able to read and manipulate emotions. kind of like claire in the gifted but more extreme. she usually uses her skill to help others but she can be terrifying if someone does her wrong. ever cried so hard your heart gave out? not fun.

and that's about it. i have some meetings and conflicts figured out outside of their powers. also i think these could make very nice dynamics to explore. (tagging @mejomonster to this too if you're right and they wish to see this!)

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then the novoland thing bc i assume you meant that lol (or does my dreamwalker au include fo ye? you'll never know. at least ba ye is there)

i think you have read everything i have for that currently 😔 i still think about how zhou youdu will fit into the dynamic with the other two. also thinking about how william probably dies in this too. i was not that fond of his character as you might know lol he was a major asshole and i don't think he deserved to "get the girl" at the end but well. i guess he deserved something. also he needs to apologize to so many ppl and i plan on doing that bc wth why was he allowed to just Get Away With It dammit.

thank you so much for asking brigid ♥ i love you!

#the bad buddy x the gifted au is something that keeps me afloat ok #watching all these ohmnanon dramas has made me Feral #like have you seen nanon in the gifted or in blacklist? #the faces that boy makes?? delicious whump #i want to whump pran so bad #and bad buddy doesn't really offer us that bc that drama is Soft #and i cannot give anything but nice things to pran there #so au it is haha #and what an au it is ok i have come to majorly Wreck His Ass #the boy in this au is so angsty he wishes i was not in love with him #bc wow does he get hurt by his own power #he struggles with it so much #also it's been fun trying to come up with like #the reasons why some things that happen in bad buddy happen in this #like why does pran have to leave school when their parents aren't really involved in any of this in the au? #well i think it's bc he accidentally hurts someone with his powers #and is deemed too dangerous to attend this normal school #and well he and pat know each other then #and are kind of friends and kind of close #and then pat is left behind bc well his power isn't really dangerous #his power is Good #and then pran meets wai in the facility he ends up in #and wai is Dangerous too #and they bond over this #before somehow pat ends up there too #and they meet up again #and this time it's not just friendship but they Fall In Love #bc what will be sadder than loving someone in that type of environment #where they cannot be sure what happens to any of them

[dearest-kibble]

yan kenma who has you locked up in his apartment- it’s been some time and you’ve given up escaping but you know he live-streams so you kind of start living small clues that you’re there in hope someone will figure it out? but instead of a viewer kenma finds out; and instead of stopping you he just decides to taunt you and play along to the point his viewers make it an inside joke- the emotional rollercoaster that would be? he wouldn’t have to punish you- the crushing despair is enough alone

This is so deliciously fucked up I love it,,, thank you anon, Kenma hits so different. I love him thank you so so so much. i am working on so much,,, thank you for being patient with all my uhhh lateness? this kinda became something a little different than the prompt but hopefully thats good?

Kenma Kozume x Fem reader

tw: Typical yandere-ness, humiliation? Sexism? Mentioned stalking, (If im missing anything please let me know my brain isn’t functioning rn)

You’re sitting on his lap, camera angled so that no one’s view is obstructed by your body, but so that all his views can clearly see you. You’ve been here so long, any hope of leaving, ironically, has left you. But, the thought crept slowly, surely, deeply into your brain and hasn’t left. You turn around on Kenma’s lap, straddling him and you’re sure the live chat is going a little crazy at the thought of Kodzuken having someone in his lap while he streams and he’s probably going to tell you to get off soon, but you’ve got the chat’s attention, and you are going to work with it. You tap Kenma’s cheeks, slight squish on them and you know he hates that it’s on camera all the same, you drum three fingers on his cheek, smiling at him for the camera as your fingertips meet his clammy skin. He doesn’t tell you to stop so across his cheek you swipe your thumb three times as tenderly as possible. As you stand from his lap, you pat his cheeks, three times delicately. You look into his eyes, still as calculating as when you met him, a deceptively warm amber with the tiniest hint of frustration (and somewhere inside, you know it’s probably with you but you can’t care.)

“I’m gonna sit on the couch, ‘kay?” You call softly, hoping you were subtle enough with your plea.

“Oh, okay,” And you think you’re free before he calls a “Wait! Come back for a little.” You’re even halfway to the couch before the words rope you back in. He beckons you to lean down, and whispers into your ear. “I noticed you trying to sign to get out. Morse code isn’t as subtle as you think, you might as well just ask them to get you out,” You chance a quick look towards chat.

“Was that morse code?”

“Holy shit! Yeah, I think that was SOS.”

“You think they actually need to get out or it’s one of those ‘my bfs terrible’ jokes?”

“You see the way they were straddling? Def not a hate my bf sorta thing.”

“See?” He’s still whispering into your ear, game forgotten in lieu of what might be called humiliation.  “They won’t believe you because you want to be here. Regardless of what you say, you would’ve left already if you didn’t.” He smiles at you and affectionately pats your head. Like he’d pet a cat. The idea is still in your mind, though perhaps a little shallower. You glance at the chat once more, someone is still talking about it, but Kenma pushes you away with a “I’ll get you when I’m done, okay?” You end your night on the couch with Kenma. He smiles at you and puts your legs on his lap.

The next livestream is two days after the last one. You have something planned once more, hopefully more effective.

“I’m playing minecraft today, I could set up your computer, and we could play together?” His small smile is back. And though a kind gesture, all you can think about is how easily you could make a point.

“Okay!” The earlier plan is immediately forgotten, and thoughts of what you could do in a game, fills your mind. “Will I have a mic?”

“No, I can’t have you telling them can I?” And it clicks, because of course he’d taunt you. But it’s like your brain grew claws that cannot lose their hold.

“Will I have a camera?” And you know the answer, but Kenma might still surprise you. You’ve already had one shock tonight, maybe you’ll get another.

“No. Sorry. You have chat though.” He pats your head again, ruffling your hair. “I’ve already got you set up, c’mon.” He tugs at your hand, pulling gently.

“Thanks Kenma.” He’s put another computer across from his desk on a much smaller table made for playing cards.

“You’re all set up.”

“Yeah.” He clicks the mouse a few times, waves at the camera to his right. “Can everybody hear me?” He waits a few seconds for chat’s response. “Chat is saying yes, so let’s get right in?” He smiles sheepishly to his camera.

“Hi everyone, I’ m Kodzuken and today we are,” He pauses to look at you with honeyed amber eyes. “Playing Minecraft with my partner.” He nods in your direction. You just open the minecraft tab, the only shortcut that seems to be on the computer.

“It’s a LAN server, click that, okay?” So you click it and say nothing. You start to go through the motions of chopping a tree, making sticks, making a crafting table. Kennma is narrating what he does, and you’re not even sure where he is in game until you're knocked back and turn your mouse to look at him.

“Yeah, I know - she should be relying on me.” He’s responding to something in chat, he’s gotta be. You type a quick,

“What’re they saying?”

“Oh, that my girlfriend shouldn’t be so independent, you rely on me - I'm your boyfriend.” Kenma says it so casually, so acerbically that you immediately take off sprinting from the forest in game.  

“She has these bouts - you saw them last stream - where she likes to try and ‘get away’.” Kenma laughs softly; little glockenspiel notes falling from his mouth. “It’s a really cute joke honestly! Anyway, I’ll put my minecraft bed next to hers later, right now...” You stop paying attention and start planning how you’d try to get your point across more clearly. You could make signs, say “Get me out!” Like Kenma suggested.

“Hey! He looks over the screen at you, piercing eyes staring right through you. “Don’t go off on your own, we’re staying together alright?”

“No.” He’ll have to deal with chatting, possibly hearing you by himself. And you continue through the coded forest. It goes pretty smoothly, though you’re sure Kenma is trying to find you, you’ve already created a mine for yourself, and made a little sign with instructions that reads: “Get me out!”

“Her voice is quite cute, isn’t it? I’ll get to hear it for the rest of my life.” He continues humming out yes’s and no’s to his audience that sit captivated in a land of blocks and pixels.

“Hey, I’m going to use the restroom, is it alright if my girlfriend takes over for me?” He stands, and waves you over into his chair that’s been made for gaming and padded with red accents. He watches you with his cat-like eyes as you sit down and pats your head. “I’ll be right back Kitty, behave.” And you hear his soft footsteps get farther away and the creak of the door twice before you finally look at chat.

Woa, Kudzu got lucky huh?

“Please,” You don’t sound nearly as someone might think you would. You’ve been here too long. “Get me out of here?”

Sure sweetheart, just come over to my place first.

“Just - get me away from him please!”

Girls are so whiny huh?

Hey man, its funny at least amiright?

“It’s not a joke -”

She’s really committed to this bit huh

Damn iim staartin to feel bad for ken

Me to :(

“I’ve been here for year and I don’t want to-”

Wow. what an ungrateful bitch.

Ikr? She’s got a bf and everything and she wants to get out?

“No- it’s not like that - he stalked me for months I-” And the familiar desperation you thought hoped beyond all hope that you had lost bleeds back into your voice all repression surfaces like the tide in your eyes.

Oh fuxxx we made her cry.

relax bet she’s just on her period or smth

“I am not!” A bubble of snot pops from your nose and mucus drips uncomfortably to your lips. “I just-”

What could you want that you don’t have.

“My house! My job! My friends!” And your voice breaks

She wants to go back to a job?

Crazy lady huh.

She wants friends when all she really needs is a man? smh.

“Kitten, what-”

“Leave me the fuck alone!” It’s an outburst that you’ll regret later, for one reason or another. But for now it’s a small comfort to speak your mind. With your voice wavering and congested, you choke out a “Let me go home.” Kenma’s eyebrows furrow but his eyes are still the calculating, cold amber they always are.

“Shh shh, it’s okay.” Instead of the quick pats he’s so fond of, he strokes your hair and massages the nape of your neck like he’s picking up a kitten who's gotten into a fight. “I’m going to cut the stream, okay?”

Who’d want to leave Ken, he’s cutting the stream short to help his gf.

…….yeah

I feel bad.

“You should. Please don’t make her cry.” A few clicks later and the stream cuts. “Do you want me to upload that one?” To get your message out? You’d do anything.

“Yes please…” Someone will have to see it. How miserable you are.

“Then it’ll go up, okay?” He pats your back twice, and he stands again to sit at the computer. Out of the blue he speaks again. “They’re right.” No no no no no. “I’m lucky, i’m so glad you're here with me and that you won’t leave.”

“I will get out!” The proof of your white hot anger is breaking the dam built in your throat.

“Where will you go? Your friends don’t know where you’ve gone, they won’t be happy with you coming back unannounced.”

“My parents-”

“You can rely on me, you don’t need anyone else.”

“But I-”

“Shhh kitty, you’re overreacting let’s get you to bed, you’ve had a stressful day.” And so he walks you back to the room you share that's covered in pictures, and he tucks you under the covers and dries your tears with a blanket. He whispers words to you, faint little nothings about games he’s going to play that you’ll enjoy watching and little bits of trivia about what “Kuroo” is up to. Eventually you fall asleep, with his hand in your hair and a chair pulled up close so he can stare. You both know it but no one will admit, some part of him will always enjoy how you lose hope so quickly.

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once again! This should not’ve taken so long,,,, and it kinda deviates from request but! there we are! also,,,, you can’t tell me that like,,,,,,, kenma hasn’t been at least exposed to incels and or like,,,, really sexist guys he streams on twitch or youtube or something so- also thank you anon,,, i really like this one

#yandere x reader #yandere imagine #yandere #yandere haikyuu #yandere haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu kenma #kenma kozume #yandere kenma #yandere kenma x reader #hq kenma #kenma x reader #kenma kozume x reader #tw sexism

[sombreboy]

Tease me⇢kth x jjk

⇢18+ ⇢pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook ⇢genre: Smut, fluff, mxm ⇢word count: 5.4k ⇢warnings: profanity, tae sends jk pics of his cock smh, they skip class to fuck don’t do that educate urself my lovely peeps, dom!kth, sub!jjk, blowjob, fingering, anal, sex in public place, this is fiction pls use lubey lube

A/N: Serves as a oneshot within the Love Maze series AU, however can also be read on it’s own. Co-written with my lovely @velvetwicebang​ <3

Either the clock had been stuck on the same time for over a trillion hours, or Taehyung’s brain was having a blast poking at the boy’s established impatience.

It felt as if he’d been sitting through Mrs. Choi’s lesson for way too long now; his ass had certainly left a permanent imprint on the hard-as-shit chair. The discomfort only irked Taehyung even more, and the latter couldn’t be bothered to mask his see-through disinterest, facial expression resistant— Who the fuck needs calculus, anyways? Calculators exist.

The boy’s leg bounced from underneath the desk, wanting nothing more than to yell out ‘Fuck math!’ and storm out of there. But of course, he couldn’t do that. Not if he wanted to prove Jungkook wrong. The younger was smart as hell, and Taehyung knew how seriously he took his studies. Naturally, being in a relationship with someone so academically-driven also meant Tae couldn’t fall behind. And he was trying to prove to Jungkook that he was capable of getting good grades, when he actually tried..

The elder let out a soft sigh, gaze flickering to the front of the class, acting carefully before he pulled out his phone from the front pocket of his pants. 

To: JK Hey

Taehyung waited a minute, no response.

To: JK I’m boreed 

Jungkook always took forever to reply.

To: JK i know you’re seeing these smh, won’t even reply to your boyfriend

Suddenly, Tae got an idea. The elder flicked through his camera roll, lips slowly curling outwards into a cheeky grin before he attached a very personal picture..

To: JK meant to send this to you the other day I was soo fucking hard, can you see?? you like the view?

It was an image of his cock, the tip pink and swollen, veins running alongside the smooth edges. 

If this didn’t get Jungkook’s attention, Taehyung would be surprised.

Jungkook feels the incoming texts in the form of a series of vibrations against his leg, and normally he would ignore it completely... but he knows it's his boyfriend, so it was getting incredibly difficult to ignore. His lecture was boring anyway, the teacher blabbering about a topic he already excelled in, so he didn't feel as bad about sneaking his phone out underneath the desk…

Kook's breath hitched when he swiped the conversation open, only to be greeted by Taehyung's fat cock staring right back at him, so hard and--- it had the younger's thighs pressing together just thinking about the way it felt in his mouth. Heavy, smooth... fuck.

He glanced around, thankful he didn't have anybody sitting close to him for once. Tapping in his reply, his cheeks are hot, his lower lip caught by his bunny like upper teeth.

To: Tae I'm in class babe...

Jungkook sighed when he took another look at the picture, suddenly class was the last thing he cared about.

To: Tae ... I really love the view... I can't focus now

At first glance, Taehyung was a bit surprised Jungkook actually rolled along with it, but oh was he pleased.. He hadn’t intended for the conversation to turn sexual... not from the beginning, at least. The elder played his cards right, an unexpected dick-pic granted him his boyfriend’s undivided attention. Taehyung loved being the only one running through Jungkook’s mind..

To: JK oh yeah? thinking hard about my cock now? ooo naughtyyy 

He also fuckin’ loved to tease the hell out of Koo. 

To: JK i get really hard just thinking about you you and your cute ass

The elder comfortably leaned back in his chair, typing with one hand whilst the other lingered close to his crotch, itching to slip it past the band of his trousers..

To: JK that ass is tight as fuck too didn’t even need to jerk off to porn, i got off to the picture of you on my phone came so much, fuuck

Jungkook had to bite down on his lip to prevent himself from embarrassing himself, the natural urge to whine because of what Tae tells him through text was astonishing. The power this man had over the younger... one sentence and Kook is already uncomfortably adjusting his length that is resting against his thigh.

To: Tae Tae, seriously! you can't say things like this... I almost moaned out loud I can't focus!!!!

Jungkook stared at the picture for the umpteenth time, bit swollen lips parting lightly to exhale a longing sigh. His gaze flickered between the lecture and his phone again as he kept typing.

To: Tae fuck... and I'm getting hard. Want you in my mouth.

Kook blushed a bit as he sent the last two messages. However, two could play a game of tease during class... Tae might just be better at it. But that doesnt mean Kook won't at least try.. maybe he has a higher effect than he thinks.

Either way, Taehyung was a master of seduction, whether it be a quick fuck, or a sensual evening in bed--- it's undeniable that his sex appeal is off the roof. Hence why Jungkook is sitting in fucking class with his cock pulsating underneath the table. Shit.

The elder’s lean fingers curled inwards into a tightly-knotted fist, blunt nails sunk deep into the clammy flesh of his palm. All the while, Taehyung’s beast of a boner prodded at the fabric of his pants, the striking outline a cherry in a basket of strawberries. Anyone with a working eye could see Taehyung was worked up about something..

To: JK such a tease, baby so sudden? bet you were thinking about me fucking the shit out of your pretty mouth for a long time i know you like it real rough

The light film of sweat collected on his hand seeped onto the fabric of Taehyung’s jeans whilst he slowly smoothed his palm over his erection, the corner of his lip twitching in aggravation. He wanted to stuff Jungkook’s stretchable mouth full through the screen, fuck it hard until his dick turned limp.

To: JK naughty boy, you probably touched yourself to the thought of my fat cock before we were even together

He angled the phone down, pressing record before rubbing at his clothed cock, thumb swirling around the bulging head.

“Fuck..” Taehyung grunted softly, flipping the camera around to selfie-mode so Jungkook would have a different perspective. He kept it low, pretending the camera’s lens was Kook’s doe eyes, picturing his boyfriend on his knees— Taehyung staring down at him.

Even from such an angle, Tae managed to look intimidating. His raven fringe running past his hooded eyes, jaw clenching as he held in his moans, cheekbones prominent.. He had it all.

He tapped on the red dot once more, attaching the newly-made video before pressing send.

To: JK this the cock you’re thirsting for?? see how hard it is? it’s even harder when i fuck it real deep in you

Jungkook hovered over the video, swallowing tightly before pressed play. It was a dangerous game that his boyfriend played, and Kook knows he already lost. Taehyung's fat cock, his piercing gaze, even through a fucking phone screen had the younger mans insides clenching around nothing, his mouth salivating. He couldn't even hold back the quiet groan that rumbled in his chest, passing it off as an awkward cough to avoid attention.

To: Tae Yeah.. love when you're rough..

Koo blushes, ignoring the obvious statement of him touching himself to the thought of Tae prior to their relationship...

Although Jungkook knows he's already a puddle for the elder, he knows Tae does have a thing for the digital aspect of things... whether it be porn, nudes, or videos. Even when sending a simple recording of his cock, he made it look great... he was a natural with the lens.

Kook angled his own phone camera to snap a picture, squeezing his thick length through his sweatpants to show the prominent outline. Then he snaps a second one, very quickly of his bit swollen lips, sending both in one go.

To: Tae I want it so bad... See how hard you made me too...  I keep biting my lip or I'll whine out loud... you asshole

Koo smiles through the haze of lust, the endearing cursing between them still something they both just do-- and love.

A small, barely-noticeable smile pulled at the corners of Taehyung’s wet lips.

To: JK shut up... asshole you’re liking this

Then it was back to internally groaning over the pictures Jungkook had sent, lust-crazed pupils dilating at the mere image of those swollen lips wrapped snug around the velvety skin of his cock.

To: JK excuse yourself and meet me in the same spot don’t take forever

It was the last nudge; Taehyung had to act on his urges before he went crazy.

He excused himself from the lesson, lying saying he had to go to the restroom. Taehyung did need to get something out of his system, but it wasn’t what everyone else thought.

Jungkook licked his lips at the commanding invitation, swiftly putting his phone back into his pocket as he excused himself, also lying about his whereabouts. Luckily, he was easily let off without much questioning, being one of the teacher's favorites. Piece. of. cake.

He shoved his books into his backpack before hurrying towards their secret spot, internally competing whether he would possibly make it there before Taehyung this time-- just to rub it off in his face.

As Jungkook made it there, he looked around, not yet seeing the male... He glanced down at his phone, a small smile tugging on his lips. Did he make it first?

Turns out whenever Taehyung was horny, the boy could run a marathon. If there was something worth claiming at the finish line, Tae was there. This time, the prize just so happened to be his lovely boyfriend.. It was no surprise when he’d gotten there first, too impatient to miss a longing beat to his steps. But, being the cheeky bastard Taehyung was best known for, he hid from Jungkook.

When he made out the younger male’s figure, that was when he tip-toed out of hiding, pressing his chest to Kook’s back as his arms circled around his torso.

“Hey—“ Taehyung laughed at Jungkook’s startled jump, angling his neck to press a chaste kiss to the younger’s cheek.

“Relax, it’s me. Slow ass..” The elder joked, swiftly turning Koo around on his feet by a quick twist of the younger’s waist.

"Ah! Tae... shit, I've told you not to scare me like that..." Jungkook's annoyance quickly morphed into a grin, unable to stay mad as he twirled to face his boyfriend. His hands immediately find the elders soft, dark curls, itching to run his fingers through them.

"I wasn't slow, you must be sonic or some shit...." he chuckles, drawing Tae in for a kiss, unable to hold his bit swollen lips away for a second longer.

Taehyung acceptingly immersed himself in the warm, summery feeling of Jungkook’s lips, dipping his toe in the latter-infected waters. 

He breathed in Jungkook; he felt Jungkook’s presence all around. Every curve and dip of the younger’s body was a place Taehyung knew all too well.

He squeezed at Kook’s delicate waist. Taehyung’s lost count of how many times his needy hands would hold onto the flesh. It was the most familiar spot..

“Don’t think I forgot all about the, ‘want you in my mouth’ shit you pulled..” The elder practically muttered, tracing daring kisses along Jungkook’s jawline, down his neck, on his collarbones..

Anywhere that would allow the sudden intrusion.

“That got me so hard. You knew it’d faze me, huh?” Taehyung gently drove Jungkook’s back against the concrete wall, shuffling a leg between the younger’s, sensually rubbing at his boyfriend’s awakened crotch.

“You knew it’d make me wanna push you down to your knees and fuck your throat swollen, didn’t you?”

"Y-yeah-- fuck..." Jungkook immediately feels like he melts into the wall behind him, the cool surface juxtaposing the fire in his body. His cheeks are flushed red, snapping his chin to the side as he blushes, whining quietly when Taes knee massages his length. It was almost embarrassing how quickly he was brought to a full hard on, but then again; Kook being absolutely whipped for Tae is no news.

“Baby likes it rough, tsk. You know which buttons to push, alright..”

Taehyung tilted his head and aimed for the side of Jungkook’s neck, where he sucked greedily on the discolored patch whilst his hands snaked past the loose band of Kook’s sweatpants.

Fondling and jiggling a handful of Jungkook’s bare ass in his bigger hands, Tae purposely pressed their bodies closer together, leaving little room to the imagination.

He groped and squeezed at the plump skin, pulling Jungkook’s lower body away from the wall, grunting against his boyfriend’s neck as he left dark hickeys to linger on for days.

“So fucking gorgeous, my pretty boy..” 

Taehyung pulled away, seemingly pleased with his colorful creations.

“Now, get down on your knees, pretty.”

Jungkook didn't need to be told twice, abruptly dropping down on his knees in front of Taehyung, his strong hands smoothing down his torso to his thighs on the way down. His doe eyes stare back up at the elder with a mix of submission, admiration, and greed, licking his lightly chapped lips.

"You think I'm pretty?" Kook tilts his head like a curious puppy, his coyly cocked eyebrow morphing with his small smile that couldn't be helped. He always felt a bit giddy whenever Tae praised him in various ways.

He keeps his hands on Tae's thighs, slowly inching back to tug at the zipper, greedy to see and feel the weight of his boyfriend's cock on his tongue.

"Fuck my mouth, I'll look even prettier.." He whispers out his words, a bit flustered to utter them.

“Shit, I don’t doubt it for a fucking second..” Taehyung felt strapping as he confidently towered over Jungkook, one hand pressed against the wall whilst the other glided through Kook’s silky hair, caressing the younger’s scalp with gentle fingers.

“Always hungry for my big cock, who would’ve thought the prettiest boys would be so dirty..”

His thumb faintly brushed over Jungkook’s cheekbone, studying the latter’s submissive pose before him. Taehyung cockily widened his stance, feet shoulder-width apart and hips slightly jutted out.

He waited until Jungkook undid his zipper before taking control, tugging on his briefs just enough for his needy cock to pop out, his warm balls laying still against the waistband.

“You wanna suck my dick? Wanna know what your ass gets a taste of every time I fuck you?” The elder harshly bit down on his lower lip, “Stick your tongue out.”

Knowing he wouldn’t have to wait long, a faint smirk took over Taehyung’s features at Jungkook’s eagerness.

“Even your tongue is gorgeous, fuck.” 

With one hand around the base, Tae rubbed the head of his cock along the wet muscle, gripping onto a handful of Jungkook’s hair whilst he stared down at his boyfriend, internally praising him for being so good..

“Hmm..” He gently slapped the thick girth on Kook’s tongue; soft, wet splatter sounds taking over their senses.

Jungkook hummed in delight when he could taste droplets of Tae's precum with every gentle thud against his tongue. He inched even closer, opening his mouth wider as he stuck out his wet, flattened tongue further, as if begging for more already.

Kook is a shy boy, but when it came to Taehyung; he was a selfish, greedy man.

However, he knew not to get too greedy, unless he wanted to annoy his boyfriend. It was usually a one way ticket to limp town. Sometimes he wanted it, sometimes he didn't. 

Today was one of those days where he wanted it rough.

So, the younger didn't wait for instructions, neither did he say a word before he ignored the tug in his hair as he leaned forward, taking Taehyung's cock into his mouth. It was worth it, the smooth skin and tangy mix of salt and sweet coated his tongue wonderfully. His vibrating moan reached his throat, sure that Tae could feel it around his cock.

Kook's mischievous, doe eyes stared back up at him, his plushy lips stretched and reddened as they worked hard to accommodate Taehyung's girth.

“Wait, what are you doi— shit..” Taehyung’s heavy-lidded eyes abruptly enlarged; his initial shock vividly magnified on his features in the form of arched brows. He watched as his boyfriend’s plushy lips enclosed around his hardened length, spouting a thick blanket of warmth throughout Tae’s body, overpowering his cold demeanor. That’s all Taehyung did— stare. 

No one had ever disobeyed him, they waited for him to take control of the situation. Until now..

And if Taehyung wasn’t so fond of the power it granted him; he would’ve been less irritated at Jungkook and his sudden boldness.

The assertive grip on the younger’s hair returned as Taehyung harshly yanked him away from his cock, jaw muscles clenched and gaze intimidating. 

Who did Jungkook think he was? The younger was stripped of his control every time they fucked; Taehyung liked it that way. To say this was a surprise was an understatement..

“What have I told you about doing shit without my permission, Jungkook?”

However, no matter how much Tae tried to force himself to dislike it, he couldn’t. His boyfriend’s eagerness was endearing.

“Impatient boy..”

Digging his fingers deeper into Kook’s mess of a hair, Taehyung forced the younger back in once again. This time, it was on his terms.

He controlled the pace in which Jungkook’s head bobbed, rhythmic hips thrusting slowly to meet each plunge.

“Hmm.. fuck yeah.” The wetness lathering around him from inside Kook’s mouth tipped Taehyung’s head back, grunting softly as his eyes squinted shut, black curls sticking to the light layer of sweat exuding from his creased forehead.

At that moment, he didn’t have a care in the goddamn world. 

Taehyung towered further over Kook, extending out his free hand against the wall in front of him and fixing his grasp on Jungkook’s hair. The elder held his boyfriend’s head in place as he thrusted into him, hips eager and swift as he began fucking his mouth.

“Like that? Shame you can’t answer with a cock in your mouth..”

The sparkle of mischief in Jungkook's eyes never subsided, saying more than enough at the fact that this is exactly what he wished for. To spur on Taehyung's dominance, hearing, seeing and feeling the elder manhandle him and mock him-- fuck, the younger's cock was leaking underneath his pants.

"Mmm....mmhhh.." Jungkook hummed with joy, gaze glassy with tears from the burning stretch in his throat. It was bittersweet, but he was ever the masochist for Tae's big dick. He stared up at the various expressions of pleasure and coy mockery playing on Taehyung's face, only able to look up for so long before tears began to trickle down his cheeks, mixing in with the drool seeping out his mouth with every rough thrust, Tae's cock taking up the space in his throat.

Jungkook relaxed in the elder's hold, using his flattened tongue in his mouth to allow the slick length to glide effortlessly. He breathed heavily through his nose, however only able to do so every few drags when the head of Tae's swollen cock wasn't blocking the airway as it was lodged back in his throat with every snap of his hips.

Kook's grasp tightened on Taehyung's pants by his thighs, seeking some kind of leverage, muffled whines and hums stuck in his chest to be killed by the loud sound of wet squelches.

The piteous, gagged response of a hum fed into Taehyung’s inner sadist as he was physically driven to ram deeper into Jungkook’s mouth. He wasn’t worried— well, too worried. Of course Tae was precautious; he didn’t want to hurt his boyfriend. But he knew Jungkook could handle his hefty cock. After all, they’ve had plenty of practice during their time together..

They rarely spent a day without any action; Kook’s body was a magnet for Taehyung’s longing hands to obsess over.

“Sweet boy, takin’ all of my cock like a champ..” Tae hissed, entranced by the way he’d continuously bulge against Jungkook’s hickey-stained throat, feeling the sensitive tip roughly prod at the inflamed flesh. 

“Hngh.. so warm, baby. Almost as warm as your tight ass.” His panting grew thicker, losing the momentum he once started with, “Look at you, so fuckable. Hmph.. just wanna stretch the shit out of you, leave you open wide and shaking.” Taehyung yanked harder on Jungkook’s hair, knuckles lacking their natural color.

“I’d cum so much inside, fuck, you’d be so full.” 

With one last powerful, forced slam, Tae stopped the movement of his hips before he would break loose. All that talk made him realize how much he missed being inside of his boyfriend, even if he’d just fucked him a couple days ago..

“Pretty..” The pad of this thumb brushed under Jungkook’s eyes, wiping away the fresh tears that’d resurfaced. Taehyung slowly pulled his cock out, gaze softened as he stared down at Jungkook’s smaller position.

“Stand up and kiss me, baby. Wanna taste myself on your lips.”

Pebbles roll on the ground from the quick momentum of just how eagerly Jungkook got back up on his feet, arms clinging around Taehyung's neck to bring him in for a needy kiss. The younger's plush lips moved naturally against his boyfriend's, his familiar mouth bringing nothing but comfort and an immense need to taste more, and more.

"Ah..." Kook was gentle however, allowing Taehyung to be in control of the intensity, but the needy whines coming from the younger showed just how badly he wanted every single little thing the elder would offer.

"Taee...." Jungkook timidly moans against his lips, his erection pressing up against him like a needy boy. "You taste so good.. Can you taste it?"

“I do, baby, tastes good..” Taehyung leaned in for more, pushing his tongue past the small, hitched opening in between Jungkook’s puffy lips to ease the areas in which his cock took proper advantage of. The kiss was sloppy, yet precise as Tae carefully moved his lips against Kook’s smaller ones, pleased vibrations emitting from his chest.

Not bearing the emptiness in his palms, his hands resumed groping Jungkook’s ass.

“I’m gonna fuck you, Koo. Gonna make it quick, alright?” Tae pressed a soft kiss to Jungkook’s nose before tugging at the younger’s sweatpants and briefs in one go, too impatient to go about it any other way. 

“So aroused ‘n pretty..” Taehyung’s breath hitched at the sight of Kook’s hard cock, head oozing with droplets of precum. “Just like you.”

He carefully drove them back against the wall, this time pushing Jungkook’s chest against the concrete and tugging gently at the younger’s hip, making his ass stick out. 

His boyfriend didn’t need any prep, they’ve fucked enough times in the course of a week alone. But it didn’t hurt to tease Kook a bit— Taehyung never turned that down.

“Gonna stick my finger in, breathe.” Tae didn’t lie, his middle finger slowly pushed past the bundle of nerves trying to force him out, but he didn’t budge. His forehead was rested against Jungkook’s nape, lips slightly agape as he looked down at what he was doing. The elder’s other hand spread one of Koo’s cheeks, giving him a wider view.

“Shit, you cool? Found that sweet spot you always like..” The pad of Tae’s finger quickly rubbed at the side of Jungkook’s prostate.

“You love it when I tease it, admit it.”

Jungkook muttered breathy curses, placing his elbows against the concrete for leverage. His soft cheek pressed to the wall, flushed in the initial embarrassment of being this exposed-- in this place... Tae always managed to make him feel small and pretty-- and the praise only built on to his reddened cheeks... and throbbing cock.

"Ah..." His low curses quickly morphed into higher pitched moans the second his boyfriend's long, slender finger touched the one sweet spot that only he could reach. "Fuck, yeah.... I love it-- please, more."

Taehyung always knew how to please him, just with one finger he had reduced Kook to nothing but a slut for him. Every single time they fucked, the one word Jungkook would chant like a prayer was just that. More.

"D-don't tease me too much... I'll go crazy, please, stretch me more." Jungkook's pathetic voice was shaky, rutting his ass back against Taehyung's finger, his thigh muscles tensing and relaxing every single time his sensitive flesh was prodded.

Taehyung reached in deeper, the stretchable skin of Jungkook’s wet rim now surpassing his knuckle, clenching tight around the elder’s long digit as he massaged Koo’s warm insides. The elder’s cock throbbed against Jungkook’s soft cheek, jealous it wasn’t receiving any special attention— for now. Tae wasn’t planning on leaving it forgotten for long..

“I’ll stretch you out good, just be patient..” Tae left soft kisses along Jungkook’s shoulders and flexed shoulder blades, twisting his head slightly to continue against the crook of the younger’s neck, the silent sounds of his sweet kisses only audible to the both of them. 

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous, you know that?” The warmth of Taehyung’s breath clung on to Jungkook’s ear whilst he praised, lingering close until Tae’s face was no longer near; no longer trapping in the heat of his soft words.

“I’m gonna put it in, I know you’re dying to feel a hard cock in you. My hard cock..” Taehyung swiftly dragged out his finger, taking a hold of his dick and lining it up against Jungkook’s entrance, rubbing the tip against his puckered rim before gently advancing his hips forward, harshly biting on his lips as he did so.

“Hngh.. warm. Tight as fuckin’ always, fuck.”

Jungkook's drawn out moan sounded more like a whiny cry, muffled by his hand as to not want to draw any attention-- but it was hard. However, something about possibly being caught had the younger's entire being tingling with excitement. Maybe he was a little bit of an exhibitionist after all...

"Mmph... Tae, god... big.." Kook struggled to put together any sort of coherent sentence, muffling out words into his hand in between breathy cries. His fleshy insides constricted around his boyfriend's thick girth harder the deeper it drilled into him, taking shallow breaths to relax. His thighs shake with anticipation, he couldn't bear to be patient...

Jungkook arched his back further, hungry for more of Taehyung to enter him, glancing over his shoulder to see his expressions. If there was one thing Jungkook loved just as much as hearing how good he felt, it was seeing it as well.

The elder granted Jungkook just that— thick eyebrows knit together as he fully bottomed out, cock snug and protected in between Kook’s gripping insides, the unpredicted squeezes prompting the latter to grit his teeth until his jaw turned sore.

Taehyung engaged in promising eye contact, his bedroom eyes gazing deep into Jungkook’s wavering ones. Tae’s back remained slightly hunched as his blue-veined hands held onto the other’s hips, fingers digging into the sweaty crease connecting the younger’s hip bone and his leg. 

“Damn, been waiting to fuck this ass for a hot minute..” He added movement to his stance, keeping it slow and collected at the beginning for the sake of their enjoyment.

“My ass. I own this shit now, fuck..” The hitting of his pelvis against Jungkook became more noticeable, the smacking of their skin every time they met almost as distinct as Koo’s soft whines.

“Only mine to fuck raw and stretch.” Taehyung’s thrusting grew more aggressive, forceful snaps turning quicker and harder..

“I’m the only guy that gets to bust in this little ass, fuckin’ better stay that way..” 

The mere thought of another dude fucking Jungkook led Taehyung to grunt in displease, panting softly as he no longer worried about holding back, entering Kook’s ass again and again until he could no longer keep count.

Jungkook's doe eyes rolled back in pleasure, fluttering shut before he dipped his head low, his long curls falling forward as he faced down. Every snap of Taehyung's hips drew a louder moan out of him, every inhale a hitched breath, every exhale a whiny moan.

"Only y-yours, Tae--fuck, want you, just you-- gah..." It was hard to speak when his body was jolting forward roughly with every thrust, his strong arms flexing to keep his head from thudding into the concrete wall from the brute force his boyfriend fucked him with.

"Don't want anybody else to fuck me, your cock-- ah, your cock is the fuckin' best... Want you foreve-eer, shit..." His moans were bordering on sobs at this point, the mixture of pleasure, slight pain, and his love for the elder made the entire experience euphoric; and Jungkook was addicted to it. They've done this countless times, and instead of growing bored of it, the younger wanted more, more, more.

"Wanna cum, babe, please-- can I touch myself?" Kook's eyes open, staring down at his bobbing, swollen cock, the reddened tip drooling with precum, aching for any touch. "Tell me I can, please."

“We’ll do it together,” letting go of one of Jungkook’s slightly-bruised hips, Taehyung reached for the younger’s hand that rested on the dirtied wall, leading it downwards to where Kook’s firm, pretty cock sprung with the sustained pace of his thrusts. Taehyung forced Jungkook’s fingers to close in tight around his own shaft, the elder’s bigger hand applying extra pressure as he jerked them in sync up and down, up and down..

The leaking precum sitting atop Kook’s tip helped alleviate the glide, movements swift and aggressive. Taehyung was the one in charge, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum..” He wrapped his arm around Jungkook’s delicate waist, pulling him in until his gasping chest molded against the small dip of Koo’s slick back.

“Cum with me, baby.” Taehyung’s jerk of his sore hand never faltered, and neither did each shove into Jungkook’s insides. He was much too excited to get them both over the edge, the upcoming release a certain high he could never get tired of.

Jungkook's loud, shameless sounds were a mixture of sobs and moans from the overwhelming sensations, his slick cock aggressively working towards his release along with his boyfriend's cock forcibly prodding at his sensitive prostate over and over. Kook's was fuckin' done for, he couldn't even attempt to hold back his orgasm if he tried.

"S-shit, fuck, fuuck--!" Nothing but curses rolled off his swollen tongue, words a foreign concept pushed to the back of his mind when all he could think about was Taehyung's fat cock entering him again, and again until every musce in his body tensed up, his cock stiffening in the grasp of both men before it began to pulsate in a rhytmical pattern, spurts of cum gushing out against the concrete wall.

"God-- cumming, ah, o-ouch..." Kook's high pitched whines in pleasure distorted into oversensitivity quickly, pressing his forehead against the dirty wall, gnashing his teeth together. "D-don't stop, please, cum in me-- T-taehyung.." His breathy voice pleaded, his thighs shaking to keep him up. He was grateful for the tight hold of his boyfriend around his waist, or he was sure he'd fall to his knees without a doubt.

“Oh fuuck, that’s my boy.. you’re cumming— hmph!, so much, cute.” Taehyung’s hips mindlessly picked up their thrusting until they stuttered, sleek body coming to a complete stop before Tae threw his head forward in a rasped shout, swelled cock twitching as it released the elder’s heavy load deep into his boyfriend’s clutching insides.

“A-ah.. ah, oh..” The hold around Jungkook’s waist had tightened, holding him closer as Taehyung’s way to steady himself after such a powerful climax. The elder’s body quivered slightly, feeling himself slowly soften while his cum dripped from out of Jungkook, running down the latter’s wobbly legs and onto the ground.

“Wow..”

He made sure Kook was steady enough before pulling out, withdrawing from the younger and immediately resting his back against the wall. Taehyung wiped at his face with the lower fabric of his shirt, the material sticking closely to his heaving chest.

“That was great, I didn’t think you’d let me fuck you in a public place.” Tae turned to look at Jungkook after tucking himself back in, smiling tiredly. 

“You simp... I know you wouldn’t have done that for anyone else.” Now Taehyung was teasing, giggling cheekily as he called Koo out for his unforeseen actions.

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