#he teaches online voice acting lessons

[cyberhai]

By far some of the greatest character-vs-actor whiplash I have ever experienced was googling "who voiced sundowner mgrr" and coming face to face with a retired boy band member

[cerealandchoccymilk]

oh shit. completely forgot about namehunting....

[xokohaneazusawa]

✮ - Thinking about this video, but with Kaiser instead.

It started with just a simple download of the app (well unless you already had it), chatgpt, after seeing somebody online download it and ask it a bunch of questions and it always responded in a flirty way. I mean what could go wrong? It was a way to not only check if it actually worked and possibly learn some stuff in the process. You decided that since it was around the time you and Kaiser would practice some German (so you could actually understand what he was saying) you would ask questions about that. So you opened up the app and went to the button that let you have a voice chat with it. It started off fine with just you asking about how to say things like “good morning” and “hello” just to make sure that it was actually working. It wasn’t until a couple minutes later and a few questions later it started acting sort of flirty with you, calling you names like “sweetheart” and “baby” and that’s when Kaiser’s attention was finally drawn over to what you were doing. He had been sitting in your shared bedroom at his desk, watching over one of the previous matches but once he heard a male voice coming over from where he knew you were at, and calling you names like those he went out to investigate. He stood in the doorway for a second looking over at you, slightly laughing as you asked your phone another question about how to say “I slay” in german. All to which it responded with the german translation and a “sweetheart” at the end. With a roll of Kaiser’s eyes he walked over and grabbed your phone from you, walking away with it. “I don’t know what that was, but no more.” He placed it up on a high counter, as you followed behind him jumping to get it back. “I was just trying to learn German!” “You don’t need whatever that was, you have me. I’ll teach you.” He said, leaning back onto one of the counters, crossing his arms as he watched you jump and try to climb in the counter in an attempt to get your phone back. “But you were busy.” “And now I’m not. So I’ll teach you.” He walked over and grabbed your waist from where you were slightly standing on your knees to reach and grab your phone, with a quick motion he lifted you up and pulled you off the counter, placing you back down on the floor. He took your hand and pulled you over to the couch with him, sitting you down on his lap before placing his head on your shoulder. “First Lesson, Du brauchst dein Telefon nicht. Du brauchst nur mich.” You could only give him a confused look, you assumed he had something about your phone just based on the way he said “Telefon” but the rest you had no idea. “Sure?” You responded, not really knowing what else to say, to which he smiled and kissed your cheek. "Wunderbar, Second Lesson~"

Mind you the second sentence I asked my friend with help for since I had no idea, so just roll with me here. Also Warning: All Google translated German, so if there is any mistakes please let me know!! Sie brauchen Ihr Telefon nicht. Du brauchst nur mich. - You don't need your phone. You just need me. Wunderbar - Wonderful

[lightningonatether]

Why c!endersmile were actually friends

ALTERNATIVELY TITLED: my crazy thesis on two bad bitches with not a single moment of screentime fueled purely by my own insanity

ALTERNATIVELY alternatively titled: to all loreheads please be nice i dont usually lorepost. feel free to engage though

So my return is courtesy of litchi, who mentioned c!endersmile like once a month ago, and got me thinking about them so hard I couldn't just walk away.

Namely, litchi reminded me of a few theories I have concerning c!endersmiles relationship, that I developed back when i was watching the SMP live. This might make my recollection of some events a little fuzzy, but everything should be canon compliant cause I was thinking about all this as I watched.

I was already watching ranboo pretty regularly at the point the prison arc started, I cant resist a really weird guy with horrible debilitating anxiety. I already thought the whole hearing dreams voice in his head was really interesting, but as the prison arc evolved it became clear that ranboos relationship with dream wasnt just some hallucination inside ranboos head and actually had some substance.

My theory really started to develop into what it is now with the explosions on the prison roof which led to the lockdown and tommys death; these were confirmed to be set by ranboo in his enderwalk state. He was one of the only people online at the time, ranboo found tnt in his inventory afterwards, and I think dream also told sam he knew ranboo did it at some point, although I can't find the exact stream.

At that point it was obvious that enderwalking ranboo held a different set of beliefs, alliances, and likely more memories than the "awake" ranboo we saw most of the time on streams, and was acting against amnesiac ranboos wishes. The explosions above the prison along with the reveal that ranboo had been regularly visiting dream in prison confirmed that dream and ender!ranboo were some sort of allies.

At the time, my assumption was that ranboo had simply made an attempted prison break. It wouldnt be a stretch to assume, if ranboo had visited regularly, that he would have noticed the poor conditions and tried to break his ally out. However, after the confirmation of the staged finale, and a better look at cdreams motivations(wanting to provide protection for punz, separating himself very publicly from his only known ally to keep them safe) the idea that enderwalk ranboo, an ally of dreams, would go against dreams explicit wishes to stay locked in that prison began making less sense.

It would only make sense if either:

enderwalk never knew about the plan or

enderwalk knew about the plan but went against it anyway

1 is a very tempting explanation. c!dream rarely lets anyone close. even punz, who knew the plan intimately, wasn't aware of dreams true motivations to bring the server back to a peaceful time before conflict. but..... it didnt sit right with me.

Two reasons for this: I know some people may have stopped watching/never watched ranboo lore, but towards the end of the prison arc, ranboo began seeing flashes of "lessons" appear on screen. These lessons all had that utilitarian and paranoid feel a lot of dreams actions/reasoning have, like "dont trust anybody"(paraphrasing, thats just what i remember the core of that message being) or "never hesitate to gain a favor from someone, you can use it to get something from them later". anyone remember technos favor to dream? It was heavily implied these lessons were meant to be from dream, directed at c!enderwalk. This would mean the two spent a significant amount of time together. not only that, dream was sharing his *life philosophy* with ender!ranboo. thats not just something dream would share with anyone, and implies a close allyship at the least. its almost like he was teaching a pupil. yeah, sure, some of his lessons were a little fucked up and weird in that dream sort of way, but he was looking out for the kid. and it seems that enderwalk wasnt hesitant to act on those lessons either. he promised to keep a shulker safe for foolish, gaining a favor, and didnt sign a single one of those prison visitation waivers, on top of sam discovering they were corrupted into enderian when he checked LMAO.

This alone would be enough to persuade me enderwalk HAD to have been let in on the plan, at least so he wouldnt cause any problems (such as trying to get his ally out of prison).

but the other reason is... ranboos stated philosophy against conflict. he doesnt like sides, he wishes they wouldn't exist. I remember watching a stream and nearly jumping out of my seat when he told chat he just wished the server could just be one big happy family! because that is nearly word for word what a bunch of loreheads were saying about dreams motivations at the time(and now obviously lmao). if we keep in mind their contact for those "lessons", ranboos visits to dream in prison, AND the fact that dreams and ranboos motivations coincide on a level even Above dream and punzs(punz seemed to have been unaware of and also not particularly motivated by dreams wish for peace) i cant really imagine dream not letting this guy in on the plan.

which leaves us with 2) ranboo tried to break dream out against dreams wishes.

Maybe ranboo was just an ally and chickened out after he saw dreams mistreatment in prison and went against the plan, but... dream missed him after sam barred him from visiting. he asked sapnap to deliver a note to ranboo(just a smiley face, likely with the hopes of triggering an enderwalk) despite fearing for his ally punz enough to lock himself in prison. it feels reminicent to how dream sounds when he comments on george not visiting him once. like he missed a friend despite trying so hard to separate himself from the ones he'd had.

Maybe ranboo tried to break in because he saw a friend being mistreated, and couldn't leave the plan stand.

And that kind of makes sense doesn't it? that dream, someone whos paranoid about how peoples connection to him puts them in danger, would choose an amnesiac who spends most of their time terrified of dream, and wouldnt remember any of his plans or their friendship to use against either of them in the first place?

[sleepysloth99]

Your Favorite Martian Headcanons, pt 2 of ?

This time, I'm doing it with Gen 2.

Puff Puff

He's going into therapy now. Gen 1.5 him was an asshole and now he's trying to improve.

He's in a huge situationship with Tig, trying to be better for her, but he kinda doesn't know how.

Despite his job as a waiter, it is better pay than his previous job.

Puff Puff lives with his grandma after she left the nursing home back in 1.5, but he lives there half-time. He leaves when he's either on tour with the guys or if he vanishes since he tends to do that sometimes. He always comes back, though. Surprisingly, he is very protective of his Meemaw.

He's made amends with people he's messed things up with. Him and Deejayne aren't friends but are on civil terms now.

He eventually got back in touch with Wilton (Nerdy dude from gen 1.5) and they talk a lot.

Deejay

Him and Deejayne are still very close! They facetime very often, and Deejayne invites him over during the holidays.

He uses online therapy since it's more in his budget, and he definitely finds YFM to be a therapeutic outlet.

His change of voice was because he got vocal lessons from Puff Puff and Benatar.

He got back in touch with estranged family.

Over the years since gen 1.5, Deejay is no longer the "voice of reason" since the guys all matured more and now the role of being the voice of reason is a little more evenly distributed among the 4 members.

He's still in charge of paying Netflix, though.

Axel

He decided to get buff since constant and structured movements helped him focus on his songs and calmed him down.

He's got folks somewhere, he doesn't know where. But he does know that his number one family is in an RV.

Both him and Puff Puff stopped being too mean to Benatar after he openly expressed a dislike for it.

Over the years, the guys have gotten closer as the four of them matured and understood the need to be more deeply connected in order to be a stronger band. As a result, Axel is more open to talking about how he feels now and encourages his bandmates to do the same.

He's still crummy with emotions, but he tries. He mostly uses the drums to convey his feelings.

He's getting treatment for his herpes back in gen 1.5. He's a lot more responsible with sex now.

Benatar

He actually became more assertive over the years. He's still polite, but he doesn't let anyone disrespect him anymore.

He teaches Axel English work and literary analysis since Axel was unable to finish high school.

He was initially picked on because he was the odd one out in terms of lifestyle. The other three were poor and had physically abusive parental figures in their lives. Benatar had a nice house and was well off, but his mother was emotionally, verbally, and mentally abusive, and his father was around but he wasn't emotionally available for Benatar and would frequently parentify him. This explains his passive and quiet demeanor in the past generations of Your Favorite Martian.

He plays GTA 5 and stops at the redlights, acts nice to everyone, but gets headshots every mission, gold every mission, and he stalks pedestrians at night. Don't worry, he stalks all genders of NPCs at night. He's also terrifyingly good at escaping the cops.

He had Puff Puff sing "Real Girl" for him because he's still too shy to sing a whole song by himself. He hasn't done that since "Jupiter."

In the world where Your Favorite Martian takes place, humans in the human world are presented as works of fiction. In our world, Your Favorite Martian is a cartoon band. In the world of Your Favorite, however, humans are works of fiction. We come in the form of movies, books, and other sources of media. Each person in the world is a work of fiction of some sort. With all that said, Benatar wrote "Real Girl" because of his "fictional" crush on a girl from a movie he watched. The movie was about the girl as the protagonist and her life as a young woman navigating the world of womanhood. Benatar made this song because he knew that the screen was a barrier separating two worlds, hence why he called her a "Real Girl" even though in his world, she is a fictional character.

[kywaslost]

hello!! how are you? ive been watching the wednesday show on netflix and i was wondering if i can i get hcs for aizawa with a daughter whos maybe 8 or 10 who acts exactly like wednesday addams? like extremely deadpan and bitter, and rarely ever shows emotions? they act a little similar so i thought it would be a cute concept >w< thanks so much!

Wednesday - Aizawa x Daughter!Reader

A/N: Hello! Thank you for requesting! Sorry it took so long! So, I’ve never actually watched The Addams Family, or Wednesday, so I tried my hardest using what I’ve heard and what I could find online to make this as accurate as possible. Hope it’s to your liking!

To say you were an exact replica of your father was an understatement. It didn’t matter whether or not if you had the same hair color or eye color as your dad. It was all in your personality.

When class 1-A first met you, there was no doubt in their minds that you were Aizawa’s daughter. They didn’t need their homeroom teacher to tell them that.

You first met them when the dorms were finished and you were moving on campus with Aizawa.

You were sitting at Aizawa’s desk as he taught, staring out at the class. You were deadpan, showing no emotion, which would be fine if Aizawa was teaching an easy topic. But today’s lesson was on forensics and different murder cases.

“Y/N chose this case herself,” he said honestly, presenting a slideshow over a recent homicide.

The class raised a collective eyebrow.

“A man bought a house only to discover the dead body of its previous owner in the basement.” Your voice was monotone as you looked up at your dad. Then you shrugged. “Thought it was interesting.”

The class’ jaws dropped.

“YoU’rE tEn!?”

They had a hard time understanding your obsession with death and forensics at first, but the longer they were around you, the more they got used to it.

So used to it, in fact, that whenever a new homicide or death was mentioned in the news, they’d pause it to go get you, letting you watch it with them. But only if they deemed it clean enough for a child. You were still young and innocent, after all. Well, to an extent.

Class 1-A was wary of you at first. You came off as very bitter, not really caring what happened around you. Once you saw Izuku walk into the dorms with blood dripping down his hand. He had broken it while training outside. And what did you do? Just shrugged and turned around.

Momo had asked you to run and get Aizawa and your response was, “no. He should deal with his own consequences.”

Needless to say, class 1-A was shocked.

Of all the time AIzawa’s students were around you, they’d only seen you cry once and that was because you lost control of your quirk (which was exactly like your dad’s) for a time and it had given you a terrible migraine.

The only other emotion they’d seen from you was anger, but that was only once as well. Mineta was trying to make a move on you and you lost it, somehow typing him to the ceiling with one of Aizawa’s capture weapons.

You were an experience, to say the least. But class 1-A loved having you around. You were like their homeroom teacher, bitter and emotionless. But you were a good kid. They liked having you around.

Aizawa loved you just as much. Just because you were a bit different from the kids your age didn’t bother him in the slightest. You were just like him, how could he have an issue with that? He loved you. That’s all you care about.

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Main Story: Part 4 - Act 15: PAINFUL RE:BAKE - Episode 29: Re:Formative Experience

Taichi: “I’m baaack! Nii-chan, Luciano, I brought my friend!”

Juza: “Friend?”

Azami: “Hello.”

Taichi: “This is Angelo! We work at the factory together!”

Banri: “Angelo?”

Juza: “... Hey.”

Banri: “What’s your last name?”

Azami: “Hm? It’s Montare.”

Banri: “... We’re takin’ that job.”

Juza: “You serious?”

Banri: “We ain’t gonna leave Benjamin’s friend like this, are we?”

Taichi: “Something wrong?”

Juza: “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Izumi: Let’s stop here. We’ll continue at 1 after a lunch break.

Taichi: Playin’ Picaresque after so long is so fun~!

Sakyo: Right. It’s kinda like meeting old comrades again.

Omi: I get what you mean.

Juza: Feels like I’m back at MANKAI Company. In lots of ways.

Azami: This is our starting point, after all.

Banri: Looks like we had no reason to worry ‘bout burning out.

Izumi: Right. Everyone’s having fun. Also, ticket sales are going well.

Izumi: Just like with Spring and Summer, Masumi-kun has been helping with promotions.

Izumi: Since there’s been a lot of articles about Taichi-kun and Azami-kun online, he asked the sites involved to include a link to the streaming ticket distributor…

Izumi: Sakyo-san’s guest performance as a voice actor, and Banri-kun and Juza-kun’s performance with Hyakka were also promoted a lot.

Izumi: We’ve had more sales thanks to those promotions.

Sakyo: Usui’s promotional skills have been gradually improvin'.

Izumi: He’s grown to be quite reliable, hasn’t he?

Izumi: (All that’s left is for the performance to be succesful…)

Banri: Everyone’s expectations are higher ‘cause of that, so we gotta give it our all.

Juza: You don’t hafta tell us twice.

Taichi: Now that we’ve broken out of our shells, there’s nothing that could stand in our way!

Omi: Right. We’ll be fine.

Azami: We’ll crush it.

Izumi: (As far as I can tell from the practice sessions we’ve been having, everyone’s got so much more fire in them than they used to.)

Izumi: (They respect each other’s growth, and that’s why their feelings of not wanting to lose to one another are so palpable.)

Banri: By the way, Omi, did ya start re-studying action scenes from the ground up in preparation for the second workshop?

Omi: The first workshop made me realize just how important the basics are, and I can’t say I know them well enough to teach them to anyone just yet.

Azami: The second workshop’s next week, yeah?

Omi: Yeah. Keiku’s coming again too.

Sakyo: Didn’t think he’d start workin’ as a live-in part-timer in Gentiana just like that.

Omi: Zen-san also contacted his parents.

Juza: What a caring guy.

Sakyo: Lots of first gen are like that.

Taichi: Is he gonna join the show’s cast too?

Omi: I think he’s been taking some lessons as a performer when he’s not busy with school or helping out at the store.

Omi: I think it’s because he saw the play, but he said he wants to learn from Banri and Juza.

Banri: Sure hope he won’t start kickin’ with no warning again.

Omi: You don’t have to worry about that. It seems he’s become seriously interested in theater thanks to you two.

-

Omi: We’ll be starting the Second Action Workshop anytime now, so please gather here.

Keiku: …

Towa: Ah, you were here last time too! Do you remember me?

Keiku: Nop.

Towa: I’m Towa! With the To from peach, and the wa from peace!

Keiku: …

Towa: I asked you last time too, but are you an actor?

Keiku: … I was just interested in people that fight it out on stage.

Towa: Ahaha, you mean like sword fights? I’m a fan of MANKAI Company! I like everyone, but Masumi-kun’s my biggest fav!

Towa: I saw the Spring Troupe’s performance live a while ago and got SO moved that I wanted to try acting myself and made my own troupe!

Towa: I haven’t been on stage yet, so I’m not actually an actor, more like an aspiring actor. But that’s why I look up to the Autumn Troupe’s sword fighting so much–

Keiku: Yapper, LOL.

Towa: …

Towa: Haaaave we met before? Not during the first workshop, but before that…

Towa: This doesn’t feel like our first meeting.

Keiku: (... He’s gotta be.)

Towa: Do you know me?

Keiku: Nop.

-

Omi: That concludes our second action workshop. Thank you for attending.

Keiku: …

Banri: You’ve got a knack for this, dude. You’re comin’ to see our performance, yeah?

Keiku: Heard you’ll be fightin’ again, so.

Banri: It ain’t a fight… is what I’d like to say. But I guess you could call it a fight where no one gets hurt.

Banri: I’ll give you a formative experience, and you will come and watch.

Keiku: … A formative experience?

-

Banri: Ohhh, these are kinda nostalgic, but also cooler than last time.

Sakyo: These are costumes Rurikawa could only make because of who he is today.

Taichi: A-chan’s makeup also plays a huge part!

Azami: Duh.

Juza: I’ll surpass my past self with this costume and makeup.

Omi: You all seem pretty fired up.

Sakyo: You got any words for us, Boss?

Banri: … Each of us overcame our own pain and became greater actors than we used to be.

Banri: The day I handed y’all the script, I was a little worried about whether we’d be able to create something that surpasses our impulses and formative experiences from back then.

Banri: But I’m sure now. We can definitely surpass our past selves.

Banri: We’ll recreate even our formative experiences, and turn them into formative experiences for everyone watchin’. That’s the kind of opening day performance we gotta put on.

Banri: —— Autumn Troupe, huddle!

Banri: We’re definitely surpassin’ who we used to be back then!

Juza: Yeah!

Taichi: Yeeaaah!

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[duchi-nesten]

The Mr. Lancer teaches trigonometry fic.

Summary:

Mr. Lancer hated his life as it was and now he had to be a sub for the trigonometry class? Him? An English teacher?

This day couldn’t get any worse. (Or could it?)

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Chapter 1

Word count: 1462 || AO3 LINK

1 | ?

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Sometimes Mr. William Lancer really fucking hated his life.

Okay. Maybe it was a little bit more than just sometimes, he was an underpaid teacher after all. And also a single middle aged man with no children or pets. (Except for the wild animals he unfortunately had to call his students.)

All alone. Lonely on every wednesday afternoon. And thursday. And Friday. And Saturday too. Lonely every day of the week. Quite a sad sight indeed.

Okay his life actually sucked really fucking bad alright.

But the recent events really took the entire cake.

It was a monday when he first received the news of the terrors about to reign on his life. His last class of the day just let out and he was left behind, doing some boring teacher paperwork. Probably giving out a lot of F’s. He had an online friend from a different school that was also a teacher and that guy liked to give out a lot of F’s. He also believed in some fairly odd parents or some shit though.

Anyway, back to OUR favorite teacher, Mr. Lancer. Lonely on a monday afternoon. He was actually supposed to watch over detention, but Daniel McFucking Fenton didn’t bother to show up and he was the only student punished today.

Sometimes Mr. Lancer wondered what happened to that boy, but he always ended up shrugging it off in the end. Two more years and that boy along with the rest of the class will not be his fucking problem anymore.

He will have another enclosure of wild apes to deal with then though.

God how many more years till his retirement? He was quite old god damn it. He deserved it already.

He was brought out of his very angry and incredibly sad thoughts by a knocking on the classroom door. He snapped his head up to look at the offending piece of wood, praying that it wasn’t Daniel McFucking Fenton who decided to show up after all. He wanted to go home earlier.

Instead of his quote on quote favorite student, he saw Mrs. Ishiyama walk in. She had a bunch of papers in her hands.

The principal came to see him, great. That could only mean more work. Just his god damn luck.

Daniel McFucking Fenton would have been so much better to deal with after all.

Still he had to act civil.

‘’Hello Mr. Lancer’’ Ishiyama said as she made her way over to his desk.

‘’Good afternoon.’’ he answered.

‘’I have a favor to ask of you.’’

Oh god jesus fucking christ screw everything fuck his life this is exactly what he expected.

Instead of voicing his displeasure he simply asked ‘’what can I help you with?’’

‘’The ghost of Hipparchus who usually teaches our trig class has had a family emergency and needed to leave for the Ghost Zone.’’ she explained looking through the papers, not even making eye contact with him. Rude. ‘’Can you sub for him tomorrow?’’

Before he could react she pulled out some papers from the ones she held in hand and put it on his desk.

‘’You’re the only teacher who’s schedule aligns perfectly. Here’s the lesson plan. I know you won’t disappoint.’’ she said before quickly leaving, not giving him enough time to protest.

She knew he would protest…

And how could he not? Fucking trigonometry class? He was an English teacher for fuck’s sake!

Maybe he should really submit that resignation paper he wrote out in a moment of weakness (which was like every sunday evening) (yes he wrote a new resignation paper every sunday evening. Don’t judge the man.)

Sighing deeply, he picked up the papers left by Ishiyama. It took only 10 seconds before the contents made him start crying like a little pathetic baby.

Tomorrow was gonna be a fucking disaster.

-

And a disaster it was. Right from the first minutes after he woke up.

Turns out drowning your issues in a bottle of gin on a monday evening was not a good idea. Especially not when one had to wake up at 6 in the morning.

Which by the way he did not do.

No, the gin made him forget to set his alarm. He felt betrayed, when he woke up at 7:30 instead. Panic filled his half awoken brain as he quickly raced out of bed to get ready. School would start in half an hour and the drive there took 31 minutes!

He was out the door after only 25 seconds, which could probably land him a spot somewhere in the Guinness World Records book.

Climbing into the car his bald head hit the roof making his already growing headache even worse. The god awful song that started playing on the radio the moment he turned the vehicle on was doubling the pain even more.

This Mr. Worldwide guy really needed to shut the fuck up for a second.

Quickly switching the radio off Mr. Lancer paused to take a little breather. Alright, he just had to run one (1) light and he could be at school in time for his first class. Which thank god was actually his english class. The mathematical monstrosity of a fucking subject was his third period.

With no further ados, Lancer drove the car out of the parking lot and sped towards the school.

On the drive there he almost got ran over by the Fentons’ ghost vehicle thing with Jack Fenton at the wheel. Probably on a blind chase after a ghost that Phantom would handle before they even got there. A normal Tuesday in Amity Park.

He kinda hoped there would be a ghost attack during his third period today. Maybe the Fentons could even come and wreck the classroom. That would definitely delay the trigonometry class until Hipparchus got back from whatever he was doing in the ghost world.

That deceased man owed him for this.

Finally. At last. His journey ended when he reached the school. He parked his car on his designated spot (thank the lord they had those) and ran into the building. He burst into his classroom right as the bell rang.

Wiping the sweat off of his forehead, he glanced at his students, sitting at their desks and looking at him weirdly.

Kinda rude of them.

‘’Uh… Mr. Lancer.’’ one of his students by the name of Tucker Foley started uncertain. ‘’What are you wearing?’’

He looked down at himself and noted that he forgot to change out of his pajamas. Well that certainly explained how he managed to leave the house in just 25 seconds. No fastest morning routine Guinness Record for him after all. Dang.

‘’Focus on your books instead of my attire, Mr. Foley’’ he responded, voice filled with authority. The teenagers would eat him alive if he showed anything else than confidence in that moment. As they say, keep your head held up high and you won’t see the bottom you hit.

Okay no one says that, but still.

He swiftly turned to the blackboard and decided to go along with his lesson like nothing was wrong. He could get his spare set of clothing from the teacher's lounge later. He kept them there in case Jack Fenton ever showed up to disintegrate his clothes again.

Speaking of the Fentons, right as he finished writing today’s subject on the blackboard, the door to the classroom opened up with a slam and in ran no one other than Mr Daniel McFucking Fenton.

Late again.

Like every Tuesday.

And every other day of the week.

‘’Sorry I’m late Mr. Lancer! There was a very long crack in the sidewalk on the way here and I had to walk very slowly to not step on it and crack my mother’s back-’’ the boy stopped spitting out this nonsense of an excuse when he saw Lancer’s attire. ‘’Uh… did someone crack your back and you couldn’t change out of these clothes or…?’’ he asked after a second of staring.

‘’Very funny Mr. Fenton.’’ Lancer answered, narrowing his eyes. ‘’Maybe I should crack your back, so you can’t escape the detention I’m gonna give you today.’’

‘’It’s not like a cracked back ever stopped me before.’’

‘’What?’’

‘’What.’’

Mr Lancer put two fingers to his temple to ease the ever growing headache. He was too tired for this.

“Go sit down Mr. Fenton. We’ll talk after class.”

The boy begrudgingly dragged his feet towards his seat. Which, now that Lancer paid attention he could see he was favoring dragging the left foot a bit more.

The youth and their fucking TikTok dances. They’re gonna break all their legs one day.

With a sigh the teacher turned back to the board to start on his English lesson.

[misseligon]

HAPPY FIRST BIRTHDAY TO THE HELL TO PAY PILOT!!

God, a whole year just went by??? Doesn't feel real honestly... I didn't expect to jump from just 15 subscribers on youtube to 739 in just a year! A lot has happened over the year. I graduated from college and got my Bachelor's Degree, I got to see my mom's side of the family for the first time in my life. And my peepee brain was busy taking a half year hiatus whilst also hyper fixating on a lot of different crap.

I got to brainstorm more what I want for Hell to Pay. Ik you guys were asking for a full animated series but i'm gonna be honest here... the pilot was written and animated all by me, and I had my online and college friends help voice act the pilot for a final. I don't really intend to continue the series animated-wise because that requires a bigger team and a budget and I... don't have the latter.

I've always wanted to continue the story as a webcomic b/c I have an easier time getting the story out at a faster pace compared to another 40-minute animatic episode that'll take another half year to get done... and trust me if I continued at that pace I think Hell to Pay would be incomplete by the time I turn 80 years old and keel over.

Unfortunately for my little baby project's first birthday, I don't exactly have much to give here, since i've been extremely busy storyboarding and drawing concepts for the next episode. But for you guys I can give you the synopsis of the first 5-ish episodes!

BEGINNER'S GUIDE TO SUMMONING

In his second day in the afterlife, Profundus has to learn the ways of haunting in order to make a living not only from the three demons whom he met yesterday, but 10 more demons who Mollis brought in for extra help. Meeting new faces, witnessing more traumatic ways how to torture the living, Profundus finds out that being summoned by the living could bring him closer to finding his home universe and locate his wife Honey. But what happens if the first time he's summoned he gets trapped by a group of demon-worshipping college students?

CE N'EST PAS UN TRAVAIL

Profundus needs to find a job on top of his haunting duties in order to make a much more stable living, starting from rock bottom. After failing to find a suitable job from his "friends", he's offered a job as a still-life model from a self-proclaimed "Dadaist" named Clades. Upon hearing the demoness' name, Infortunii and co. warn of how infamous and dangerous Clades can be. Can Profundus quit his job on time before Clades and her followers lead Profundus into certain death?

PRISONER OF THE BODY

Attending classes on spells for newly deceased demons, Mollis teaches the easiest lesson for demons, possession. Concocting a plan to find a way into his universe and get a chance to speak to Honey one last time, Profundus plans to possess a mortal and meet up with Honey as said mortal. But plans go awry once Profundus accidentally kills the body of the man he was possessing and is trapped inside his body. Can the gang help pull Profundus out of this predicament?

BOX BITCH

Having no choice, Infortunii has to let an old acquaintance move in with her and Profundus after Box Bitch's landlord kicks them out (Fyi, their name is not actually Box Bitch, that's Infortunii's unaffectionate nickname for them). Times get tough when Box Bitch becomes an unbearable roommate and troubles both demons living under her roof, but tension rises once Box Bitch brings up that Infortunii used to be the life of a party, now she's a sanitized wet blanket, which easily ticks her off. What happened to Infortunii that soured her relationship with an old friend?

-SPOILER EPISODE, ONCE REVEALED POST BEGINNER'S GUIDE TO SUMMONING-

FALLEN

News riles up in the afterlife, an angel has been banished from Caelestia and has fallen down to Damnatio! Taken in by Mollis and into safety, the fallen angel introduces herself as Lapis. Seeing her as the closest thing to a holy being, Profundus tries to bond with Lapis, claiming both have common ground in this hellish afterlife. Selfish motives aside, could Profundus and co. help and protect a struggling Lapis adjust in the afterlife?

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Hell to Pay as a series is planned to have 4 seasons/books. The first season/book is planned to have 33 chapters, idk how long it'll take to finish the first book, but a few years is definitely the most realistic expectation.

Thank you guys so much again for all your support and dedication! I'd like to thank all my friends and partners who made this whole project become a reality, and I hope to see you guys again soon! Check back on my tumblr for more future news about Hell to Pay! See you guys real soon!

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[maximoffluvr]

description: britta finds out about r’s age regression in psychology class.

the psychology of…

‘good morning class’ your psychology professer exclaimed as he walked into the room. ‘today, we will be learning about…’ he turned to write on the blackboard. ‘age regression.’

you jumped slightly in your seat.

he continued, ‘now, for those of you who are aspiring therapists…’ the whole class looked at britta; she never shut up about her therapist aspirations, therapisterations, as she called them. ‘this is something you may want to teach your patients to help them deal with trauma, so listen up.’

you glanced at the blonde at the desk next to you and smirked. you two had been best friends since jeff had formed the study group all those years ago, and you loved her dearly. however, she didn’t know about your age regression. no one did, actually. you’d love to tell people, and maybe even have a caregiver, like you read about online, but you were just too scared for peoples reactions.

which is why, during this class, you decided to do everything you could to not show your personal views on the topic of todays lesson.

opening your notebook and scrawling down the date, you looked back over at your professer.

‘this is when people think they’re children and act like them on purpose to feel loved.’ he continued.

you clenched your teeth together at the bad explanation, resisting the urge to correct him, however, before you can, someone else does.

‘actually, i think it’s more like a mental state, not a choice.’ you were shocked to hear the voice of your best friend. you had presumed that britta knew nothing about age regression, as she never mentioned it, but then again neither did you. ‘i read about it online prior to this lesson’

‘okay class, britta perry thinks she can teach this lesson better than me. would you like to come up and have a go then, hm?’ he questioned in a mocking manner, earning a few sniggers around the room.

britta sunk back in her seat, folding her arms.

you wanted to get up and tell her that she was right, but you knew you couldn’t, so you put your head down and waited for the lesson to carry on.

about half way through, your leg wouldn’t stop shaking with stress and your mind was getting foggy. all the talking about age regression was starting to make you slip, and you were desperately trying not to. half an hour left of the lesson, you thought. that wasn’t so bad, right?

‘now class, turn to the person next to you, and discuss what you’ve learnt so far this lesson. i need to go and collect some papers from the faculty room.’

you resisted turning around for a second until you had composed yourself a bit more, but once you did, britta’s kind blue eyes met yours as she smiled slightly, and you lost it, immediately having to stop yourself from bursting into tears. her eyebrows furrowed as if she was analysing you, before she stood up, grabbing your hand and leading you out of the room.

once outside, she didn’t stop walking until you were in the study room, where she sat down with you on her lap, stroking your hair and shushing you gently. this was something that she’d found out you liked a few years ago. during many panic attacks and moments of sadness, she’d been the only one able to console you.

this kept going until your breathing had slowed and you were somewhat relaxed against her chest.

‘you wanna tell me what that was all about then, hm?’

the words would have scared you if they were from someone else, but she spoke calmly and kindly, without a hint of judgement or hate in her voice, and somehow this made tears start falling from your eyes again.

you brought your thumb to your mouth by accident; you’d done it so many times when you were little and alone that you didn’t realise you were doing it now. you pulled it away a second later after realising, hoping to god that britta hadn’t seen. what you didn’t know, was that she was smiling down at you, her thoughts of what was happening were probably right, she presumed.

gently, she put her own hand in yours and squeezed it lightly, to let you know everything was okay. you allowed yourself to relax a bit more in her embrace as you both sat in comfortable silence.

after a while, she moved so that you were face to face, wiping your tears with her thumbs, before kissing you on the forehead.

‘you okay, little one?’ she said, almost a whisper.

you gasped, attempting to wriggle out of her embrace, thinking she would make fun of you, or hate you forever.

‘hey now, shh’ she said in a hushed tone. ‘where are you off to in such a hurry?’

you began to panic, managing to mutter the words ‘i’m sorry’, before going limp against her. you were too scared, and stressed, and overwhelmed to fight it anymore. britta knew now, and you didn’t know what she would do about it, but you did know that, if anyone had to know, you would rather it was her.

so, when she cradled you in her arms, you didn’t resist. and when you began playing with her hair, she didn’t resist. in fact, she smiled down at you.

‘you could’ve told me, my baby’ she stated softly, before backtracking. ‘oh i’m sorry, i didn’t mean my- i mean, you’re my best friend, but i don’t want you to feel any pressure or-‘

you interrupted her with a soft murmur.

‘what’s that?’ she questioned.

‘my’ you replied quietly, smiling up at her with adoration.

she sighed happily, relieved that she hadn’t scared you. ‘yeah, my baby! you wanna be my little angel, hm?’

you nodded enthusiastically, trying to convey without words how happy and grateful you felt.

‘come on then, let’s get you home! you’re probably hungry. i’ll stay with you and look after you. you never have to do it alone again, honey. i promise.’ britta stood up, her arm around your waist to keep you safe as you walked through school and to her car, where she’d drive to your apartment, learn what food and drink you like, what tv shows made you the happiest, and what games you like to play with her, and where she’d stay right by your side all night.

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Shizun 016 - Sect rules

With the new addition to the house, the household budget was a little less tight. 

Lu Yunzhen decided to celebrate and brought home a reusable bag full of good quality meat dishes. He also stopped by the temple to buy some nice incense for Jin Yunu. 

As he got home with his bags he saw Mo Changkong and Jin Yunu staring at a phone in the yard saying something he couldn’t hear. The two heard him approach and turned simultaneously, “Shizun (master), you’re home?” 

His home was getting more and more rowdy. 

Lu Yunzhen loved this kind of warm atmosphere. He put on his apron and made two veggie side dishes in the kitchen. He then remembered to light the incense for Jin Yunu so he could worship himself but as he approached he found Mo Changkong playing a mobile game……. 

It was the newest smartphone costing nearly ten thousand bucks. 

The game that he was playing was a new one that’s still in beta named Hero. His martial arts skills didn’t translate to gaming at all. He didn’t know the moves and would pick a wild hero wanting to solo the enemy team. Then he would immediately get killed off immediately and get yelled at by teammates while waiting to respawn. 

Demonaziu: “You noob kid! How are your teachers teaching you?! Go back to class and stop trying to play games like the adults!” 

Mo Changkong was incensed and asked darkly, “Yunu, where is this guy?” 

His fist hardened and he wanted to beat him up, but he didn’t know how to drag the man out of the phone. 

“Worry not, master, leave this to this one.” Jin Yunu reassured him, opened voice chat, pinched his throat, and let out a soft and sweet female voice. “Sorry, it’s my first time. Please lead me, gege.” 

It was too pretty. Too deceptive. 

A man killer…. 

Lu Yunzhen knew the truth and even then he almost knelt listening. 

The other player had immediately softened up and started chatting up Jin Yunu, soon sending a friend request. 

Jin Yunu clicked confirm and responded to Mo Changkong fawningly. “Fret not, master. This one guarantees an in person meeting within three days. Where do you want to make the move?” 

Mo Changkong thought for a moment, “Find somewhere remote.” 

Jin Yunu agreed. “This one will invite him to a hotel in the suburbs. After he enters you can dash in and deal with this blind fool and make him pay punitive damages.” 

Mo Changkong replied, “Good. Lots.” 

The two continued to discuss it happily. 

Lu Yunzhen’s eyes had turned dark from listening. He dashed out with the spatula to immediately put a stop to the illegal acts. “You can’t do bad things!” 

Mo Changkong was shocked. “This counts as a bad thing?” 

Back in his era, there wasn’t much of a sense of the rule of law. The powerful ruled and things like murder and robberies were commonplace. Shizun had only taught him to not kill the innocent and not start fights. He was never taught to not fight back when he got bullied. 

A gentleman can be killed but not be humiliated. 

Mo Changkong held the phone and argued confidently. “This man had insulted Wujian peak! He’s detestable and deserves to be taught a lesson.” 

Lu Yunzhen was at a loss. 

If every piece of trash talk online escalated to an irl brawl they’d be in the middle of a world war by now. 

Looks like the two needed remedial lessons in both a sense of justice and online common sense. 

After listening to a long lecture from Shizun, Mo Changkong finally understood that the only response to being yelled at online is to yell back, not to move his fists. He had no talent whatsoever for arguing and felt immensely pent up; in the end he decided that he was going to get a demon who’s good at arguing to cuss people out for him. 

If one demon wasn’t enough he’d just get two. If they couldn’t win the argument then he’ll just get Jin Yunu to honey trap them of their location and get the demon to go argue in person. It’s not over til those bastards admit defeat! We’ll see who’s a noob kid then! 

Mo Changkong promised, “I won’t fight.” 

Jin Yunu answered obediently, “This one wouldn’t dare to fight.” 

Lu Yunzhen breathed a sigh of relief seeing that everyone understood. He decided to set some sect rules for Wujian peak. Hanging up a small chalkboard on the wall, he sternly wrote: 

Rule one: Running off to fight after losing an argument online is forbidden. 

Rule two: Honey trapping is forbidden. 

Rule three: Breaking the law is forbidden.

Rule four: To be decided. 

Mo Changkong immediately launched into applause and praise for Shizun. 

Lu Yunzhen appreciated the response but then noticed a burning smell. Realizing the veggies had burned, he dashed back hoping to save the duck. But as he was salvaging it he realized something was wrong. 

Where did Mo Changkong get a new phone from? 

Jin Yunu laughed, “It’s from Long Gongzi.” 

He was flirting with Long Jingtian at the bar when the latter asked him for his contact info. When he said he didn’t have a phone Long Jingtian immediately bought him the newest model, and then wanted to follow up with clothes and jewelry to boot. 

“Worry not, master, Long Gongzi is known for being a sucker.” explained Jin Yunu. “He spends money like water and casually gifts designer bags worth 5 figures. This one doesn’t like items made from skin and didn’t want them.” 

Lu Yunzhen was stunned…

He finally realized that his fee might have been too low…

Jin Yunu also felt wronged when he heard that he was only worth 3000 yuan, complaining, “This one could seduce some random man off the street and get more than that…. Sect leader, Long Gongzi will give you as much money as you ask for…” 

Lu Yunzhen was a little regretful, but it’s too late now. 

Jin Yunu suggested, “If master is lacking in money, this one can go attend at a bar. Those men all have a lot of money, this one simply have to lift a finger.” 

He had spent a lot of time as an actor before and was faced with many a young man who wanted to buy a smile. He was good at it and felt no shame at his talents. 

Lu Yunzhen took a breath and turned down the lure of lucre, and chalked up the fourth sect rule: attending at bars is forbidden. 

It’s too hard being the leader of Wujian peak… 

…

Mo Changkong finally figured out the game mechanics. He ignored the fool who kept on trying to talk to Jin Yunu by muting the chat and had fun hanging out in bronze games. Soon after, the game server died. 

He asked Shizun for help. 

Lu Yunzhen responded that his powers were limited and he couldn’t save the server. 

Hurry up and eat! 

Lu Yunzhen had filled the table with dishes, with the majority of it being Mo Changkong’s beloved meat. Jin Yunu had also gained a temporary seat at the table by being obedient, vegetarian, and not eating much. 

Mo Changkong handed the phone back to Jin Yunu and sat obediently. 

Lu Yunzhen went out to the yard to grab some home brewed wine. 

He had been interested in brewing since he was young and was talented at that. It was easily for him to make something tasty without much interest. Grandpa had always loved his wine, and when he passed…. He was still under age then and couldn’t drink. So the majority of the wine was placed as an offering in front of the grave. The only tub he kept was the one that Grandpa had disliked for being too bitter. 

After he came of age, he tried it and realized it really was bitter. But after the bitterness passed there was a faintly sweet aftertaste which was quite unique. Most people wouldn’t like it, but… he always felt in his heart that this wine was patiently waiting for someone important. 

Every time he had a friend or classmate over, he would have them try the wine. 

But, no one liked it… 

He wasn’t discouraged. He stubbornly waited, sure that the wine will finally find the person who would appreciate it. 

Mo Changkong came. 

Lu Yunzhen once again brought out his precious wine, filled three cups, and eagerly served it. “Please try it.” 

Jin Yunu took half a sip and almost spat it out from the bitterness. He immediately put it down and focused on eating the dishes. 

Mo Changkong took the cup hesitantly and had a taste, but he was stunned. There weren’t any magical herbs or flowers in it, but it was that same familiar flavour… 

He’s not human and had some unique taste, so he never liked wine. But he always wanted to drink, so Shizun had spent many years to figure out this recipe. It was strong, bitter, with a sweet after taste. Everyone hated it, but he loved it…

Why didn’t he realize it before? 

Food, drinks, clothes, flowers, scenery… 

Shizun would secretly change most of the dishes at the peak to suit his tastes. Many things will slowly be the way that he liked, but he never noticed. He treated it as a matter of course and only threw a fuss wanting more and more, until Shizun had nowhere left to go. 

He never expected that after so many reincarnations that Shizun would remember what he liked, that he would keep around the wine that no one else would drink, just waiting for him to return. 

Mo Changkong was filled with regret. 

Lu Yunzhen saw that his expression was saddened and said with some embarrassment, “The wine tastes pretty bitter at first. If you don’t like it then don’t force yourself, it’s fine.” 

“I love it.” Mo Changkong held his hand that reached out to retrieve the wind. He gently continued, “I really love it…Everyone said, this wine was like me, that no one would like it, that it tastes terrible.” 

He was born a bad seed, with a bad personality, he was looked down on everywhere he went. 

Only Shizun believed that he was good… 

And only Shizun would drink the bitter wine with him. 

Lu Yunzhen smiled, “This wine doesn’t taste terrible. You just have to drink a few more cups to taste the sweetness. And once you taste it you won’t be able to put it down.” 

But, the wine was too bitter and too strong, it was hard for some to get to that point. 

Lu Yunzhen smiled, “I also gave it a name.” 

Mo Changkong replied gently, “En, it’s named Yixing.” 

Shizun had said that you could only experience its true flavour if you treated it single heartedly. (Tn: Yixing means one heart) 

Lu Yunzhen was shocked, “How did you know?” 

He thought the name was a little childish and had never told anyone. 

“I guessed.” Mo Changkong smiled and held out his cup, “Shizun, could you drink with me?” 

Lu Yunzhen was overjoyed. “Yes.” 

The cups had crossed. What a night, to drink wine with one heart. 

What place isn’t Wujian Peak? 

… 

The night deepened. Jin Yunu had went back to the doghouse to cultivate long ago. 

Lu Yunzhen was still a student and wasn’t practiced at drinking. He hit his limit at 5 cups and was carried back to his bed in a daze. His bear was placed in his hands. He touched the little bear’s fluffy ears and immediately fell asleep. 

Shizun had always loved drinking but wasn’t good at holding his liquor. He would often get drunk and fall asleep. No matter what was done to him he would never remember when he woke and was easy to bully. 

Mo Changkong was also feeling the effect the liquor. He leaned at the side of the bed and couldn’t help but to touch the short scuff of Lu Yunzhen’s hair, then his faintly red cheeks. He then touched gently at soft lips with his fingertips, and touched once more…

He wants it so badly. 

Every time Shizun was drunk he would steal many kisses. 

It was so sweet.  

At first, he would warn himself to only steal a little. But he never felt full no matter how much he ate, never satiated. His urges only grew and grew, his heart demons became deeper and deeper, and the acts he committed became more and more out of line. 

Shizun was always afraid of those things, and even more afraid of him losing control in bed. It was painful every time they finished. 

He knew he was a bastard, but he couldn’t control his ugly desires. The more Shizun asked him to stop, the more he could not. Desire, twisted, paranoid, violence, his methods became more and more crazed. 

Until finally, things spun out of control… 

Lu Yunzhen felt like there was something by his mouth in his dreams. It was cool and seemed tasty, so he gave a little lick. 

Mo Changkong shot back his hand as if he was electricuted. His mind cleared and he realized that he was still thinking of foul things. He was overcome with a strong sense of built. He bent down in despair and groaned in pain while holding his head. 

He can’t ask for it anymore. 

[pinchan]

What about the kyoto kids in school? What do you think they are like? + utahime too if you want :)

there's a volume extra of the students and their rating on their strength intelligence etc somewhere but i'm not gonna use that as reference bc i can't find them </3

mai: bullies miwa to do her essays for her. during classes she would often space out and dismantle and reassemble her pen. she needs to keep her hands busy to focus, and she likes assignments where she could touch things directly better and is also better at those. jujutech helped smuggle the guns she uses but she also has a few handmade ones. if you see a copious amount of soft drinks in the communal fridge don't even think about touching it

todo: it's canon that he's good at teaching others, so i think it would be hilarious if he's also the smartest in kyoto. everyone hates it. they could always come to him for help with their homework but they don't want to. it's always a last ditch effort at the possible cost of their life. not worth it

momo: best at essays and research, has a very good eye on where to look for the things she needs. very eloquent in her words that her usual struggle is that she wrote too long for the assignment, then would have a hard time cutting it down to size bc she's a perfectionist. would gladly help her juniors with lessons but they're either too intimidated (miwa), too prideful (kokichi), or would rather bully someone else to do it for them (mai). takes mai to study dates pretty regularly to help her catch up with classes since she knows mai struggles with lessons she doesn't care about, and often chides/teases her to watch her sugar if she doesn't wanna croak early

miwa: she tends to fade into the background, being just above average in kyoto doesn't really favor her much. she's fluent at english though so just like how english classes gave me a miniature god complex in middle school she's noticeably brighter and more confident during english classes. she's also into takada-chan but not to bring her own demise she keeps it on the down low

kokichi: another one that spaces out a lot in class. his classes are pretty much online classes so it's especially easy for him to, not to mention the teachers can't always tell if he is bc. well. mechamaru doesn't really emote. he has tiny puppets he sometimes use to wiggle around his classmates' desks if class gets particularly tedious, doing flips or whatever silly thing without a word or a glance. lets mai dissect mechamaru if he's feeling bored enough. also i was reading his wiki for some reference and yeah me too

[text desc: Cause of stress: All the time. /end desc]

noritoshi: he likes to think he's not a teacher's pet but a guy with his own standing but....... he kinda is. he doesn't voice his complaints a lot either and often go with whatever bs his teachers want him to do. he's the poster kid of kyoto for both being a hardworking student and a compliant sorcerer from a big clan. he tries SO hard. little guy has that tunnel vision. his stick-in-the-ass and occasional no-fun-allowed attitude means he's often the prime target for pranks. loosen him up a little before he gets sore. after his talk with maki he wished he let himself be stupid and act like teens when he was still in school

[chorus-the-mutate]

I unironically like and respect Kirito as a character than Marco Diaz and I'm gonna give a bullet point list as to why I feel that way.

Kirito

Pros

. Is consistently loyal to his girlfriend Asuna

. Is better at watching over children

. Is brave enough to beat the shit out of a creepy ass full grown man virtually and then go back into the real world and beat that same creepy ass man in a parking lot knife fight even though he's a teenager

. For better or worse his show popularized isekai again with its interesting initial premise

. Is voiced by Bryce Papenbrook aka one of the best male voice actors of our generation

. Has a girlfriend I don't despise (Sorry Star, season 4 ruined you)

. The show he's in gives a more believable explanation for why the setting permanently and drastically changes between seasons

. His characterization feels consistent

. Has a better default outfit than Marco

Cons

. He comes off as a bland Gary Stu (which isn't an entirely unfair argument to make)

. I may need to do more research but I don't understand why he went back into the Sword Art Online game

. Fandom harem -_-

Marco Diaz

Pros

. His initial dynamic with Star is not only a rarity to see in media (serious boy, laid back goofy girl) but in the early seasons he does a pretty good job being Star's voice of reason

. Gives Disney another excuse to showcase Hispanic culture with the Diaz family (like the Russo family before them and the Noceda family after them)

. Normalizes gender nonconforming behavior like crossdressing, doing makeup and wearing pretty wigs

. Most of the human characters around him are interesting

. Watching him punch a hole in Toffee's chest and throw a corrupted unicorn were both unironically cool moments from him

Cons

. Once season 3 and 4 roll around Marco devolves into a selfish, irresponsible, fake friend

. The Starco shipping was done in the trashiest, most contrived way possible and I feel sorry for the people that genuinely like the ship because it was executed so poorly

. The reason Marco kisses Star in the photo booth episode kinda makes sense in universe but from a metatextual level I fucking despise that narrative and the lessons it could teach children

. Marco actively tried hiding the fact that he kissed Star from Tom even though Tom is supposedly one of his best friends

. Marco is also directly rewarded for his act of selfishness when he tries to stay in the Realm of Magic as its being destroyed only for Mewni and Earth being merged so he and Star can live happily ever after

. Not only that but Marco and Star are literally the only people that benefit from magic being destroyed since he and Star don't have to travel dimensions while everyone else, even the people who initially helped Mina or helped her the whole time, either sacrificed their magic to make amends (in Moon's case) or actually fucking died (in the Magic High Commission's cases)

. Marco is permanently and detrimentally effected by the show shifting from a slice of life adventure with Star to a more fantasy oriented show

. Marco isn't the most interesting human character in the show or in his family (Not only are Jackie and Jana more interesting than Marco but Mariposa's personality and potential impressed me more in one episode more than her brother ever did)

. Marco is actively pitted against all of the most interesting characters in the show because they're social antagonists (like Moon and Tom), actual antagonists (like Toffee and Meteora) or are falsely seen as evil (like Eclipsa)

. Marco temporarily aging up due to his quest to get the dimensional scissors not only makes his potential relationships with everyone weird but it also gives some fans the excuse to throw Marco into the most disgusting fandom harem I have ever seen

. The people behind the scenes of the show were rather dismissive towards the fans who enjoyed the Trans Marco headcanon and that's kinda rude on their parts

. His default outfit has some color but is blander than Kirito's default outfit

[deafeningpuppyartisan]

The Enigmatic World of MagicMonk

Magicmonk - a name that conjures a sense of mystique and wonder. In the realm of the digital age, where information flows freely and anonymity is fleeting, the online persona of MagicMonk stands as a testament to the allure of the unknown. Who is magicmonk, and what is the story behind this intriguing moniker?

MagicMonk is a pseudonym, a cloak of anonymity that conceals the true identity of its bearer. This enigmatic figure has emerged as a prominent online presence, primarily in the fields of education, technology, and self-improvement. But MagicMonk is not just a name; it's a symbol of the capacity for transformation and reinvention that the digital age offers.

MagicMonk is a digital teacher, a guide through the labyrinthine corridors of mathematics, programming, and various academic subjects. His online presence can be found on platforms like YouTube, where he imparts knowledge with a calm and measured demeanor. His voice is calm, soothing, and his explanations are lucid. He seems to possess the magical ability to demystify complex concepts and make them accessible to learners of all ages and backgrounds.

In the world of mathematics, MagicMonk's videos act as a lifeline for struggling students. Whether it's calculus, algebra, or trigonometry, he breaks down the most intricate problems into manageable steps. His ability to simplify complex equations is indeed a form of digital magic. The countless comments from grateful students bear testimony to the transformation his tutorials have wrought in their academic lives.

His videos don't just teach math; they ignite a passion for the subject. MagicMonk understands that learning is not a mechanical process but an art of engagement. He weaves stories and real-world examples into his lessons, making the abstract world of mathematics relatable. His commitment to fostering a love for learning is his true magic.

In the realm of programming, MagicMonk dons another hat. He is a guide through the intricate world of coding. From Python to Java, from HTML to CSS, his tutorials cater to both beginners and seasoned developers. His step-by-step coding lessons, paired with his soothing voice, create a learning experience that is not only educational but also oddly therapeutic.

The magic of MagicMonk extends beyond the screen. He is not just an online entity but an embodiment of the democratization of knowledge. In an era where education often comes at a high cost, MagicMonk's free tutorials make learning accessible to anyone with an internet connection. This generosity is a form of digital altruism, a reminder that knowledge should not be a privilege but a right.

MagicMonk is more than just a teacher; he's an artist in the way he communicates. His skill in pedagogy lies in his ability to demystify complex topics and make them digestible to a broad audience. His art lies in breaking down barriers to knowledge and opening doors for countless individuals who yearn to understand the world better.

The enigmatic nature of MagicMonk also extends to his personal life. As a digital persona, his true identity remains concealed. He exists purely in the digital ether, a guardian of knowledge, a mentor, and a guide. This intentional anonymity adds a layer of intrigue to his character, akin to a magician who never reveals the secrets behind his tricks. The internet is replete with speculation about the person or people behind the MagicMonk alias, but the mystery remains unsolved.

MagicMonk's impact isn't confined to academic subjects alone. He delves into the realm of self-improvement as well. His soothing voice guides viewers through meditation and mindfulness practices. He encourages a balance between the relentless pursuit of knowledge and the nurturing of one's inner self. In a world where stress and anxiety often reign supreme, MagicMonk offers a refuge, a digital oasis for those seeking solace.

MagicMonk's foray into self-improvement is an acknowledgment that true magic isn't just about knowledge acquisition but also about personal transformation. He understands that wisdom is not just about what you know but how you apply it in your life. MagicMonk’s mindfulness sessions remind us that true magic is about becoming better versions of ourselves.

There is a timeless quality to MagicMonk's online presence. In a digital landscape marked by fleeting trends and constant change, MagicMonk remains a steady and unwavering force. His dedication to education and personal growth is a beacon of constancy in an ever-shifting world.

MagicMonk's followers, who hail from diverse backgrounds and corners of the globe, form a unique community bound by a shared commitment to learning and self-improvement. They come together in the comments section of his videos, sharing their experiences and encouraging one another. In this way, MagicMonk's online persona has fostered a digital tribe, a place where like-minded individuals unite under the banner of knowledge and growth.

MagicMonk's influence transcends boundaries, age, and cultural differences. He is a reminder that knowledge knows no limits and has the power to connect people across the world. In a time when the internet is often seen as a source of division, MagicMonk stands as a symbol of its unifying potential.

As MagicMonk's online presence continues to grow, so does the mystique surrounding this enigmatic figure. Who is the person behind the pseudonym, and what drives them to share their knowledge and wisdom with the world? These questions remain unanswered, adding to the allure of the MagicMonk persona.

In conclusion, MagicMonk is a digital enigma, a mysterious figure who has harnessed the power of the internet to become a symbol of knowledge, transformation, and unity. His impact on the digital landscape is undeniable, as he continues to inspire and educate countless individuals around the world. Whether it's through his mathematics tutorials, programming lessons, or mindfulness practices, MagicMonk reminds us that the digital age can be a realm of magic and wonder, where the pursuit of knowledge and self-improvement knows no bounds. The true magic of MagicMonk lies not in the secrets he keeps but in the knowledge and inspiration he shares with the world.

[laufeyamp]

Collision

SUMMARY.  ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- being thrown in mid air wasn’t a pleasant experience, but it did teach Druig a valuable lesson. How many more millennia does he has to waste?

RELATED DRABBLES. ༊*·˚ Pledge, Perhaps, Collision.

PAIRING. druig x eternal!gender neutral reader WORD COUNT. 1.522k

THIS WORK CONTAINS fluff, slight angst (??)

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‘Fatigue’ or any similar phrase was never an adjective you’d use to describe your emotional and physical state as imparting your extensive knowledge to others has always been your passion. It brought a sense of gratification and euphoria, knowing that you’re helping millions across the world persistently and efficiently.  But here you are nonetheless, heaving a frazzled sigh whilst gathering your educational materials that assisted your infinite seminars. The group of late adolescents who attended had left for moments by now, emptying the conference room you’ve rented with an economical price. And for some inexplicable and obscure reason, you were reminded of this charismatic image of him once more which imprinted in your mind. It has been two days since you’d seen him from afar, the same day he nearly didn’t survive during their succeeded attempt in stopping the Celestial’s emergence according to Sersi. You stayed silent upon hearing such news and subsequently responded with a simple hum, refusing to appear inquisitive regarding his current condition. It was a truly foolish and ridiculous act of yours which you’ve been taking blame into, tormenting yourself with it relentlessly. But how could you not behave so after centuries of waiting, grasping onto that glimpse of hope that he’d return to you once you’ve achieved the foremost version of yourself? Immense perplexity stirred with the slightest hint of rage was what crammed your chest. You’ve had no more valid reasons left to defend his incomprehensible absence which swelled your heart with despondency and anguish, leading you to second-guess if he’s worthwhile. This triumph and international prestige obtained after ages of laborious effort was nothing compared to the seven millennia you’d spent close to him. If only you could rewind the clock and own the opportunity you’d neglected.

“I left something behind,” this low-pitched voice sounded vaguely familiar with the owner’s thick accent lacing each word, his tone almost apologetic. There weren’t any stationaries, papers or bags obliviated and you were fairly certain that none of the participants could have such a thick accent from your interaction earlier and required information retrieved through your online biodata forms. Intrigued by the male’s identity and true intention, you abandoned the thoughts that had been swarming in your mind and turned to greet him in an instant. It was him. Silence enveloped the room momentarily as you lip-synced his name in disbelief with puckered brows, incapable of distinguishing reality and fantasy which was putatively distinct. Is this another one of the long-awaited dreams that paid you regular visits when the night falls?

He took his own sweet time to observe your unchanged features with this respectful distance in person, albeit it wasn’t his first time in five hundred years. It’s a little secret of his to attend your seminars and shield you from harm in the facade of different strangers weekly, especially during the early centuries when no regulations were established to ensure your safety from all sorts of deadly threats due to your avowed immortality. It infuriated him to witness the humans treat you with such callousness, exploiting you for further research on everlasting life and some even wounding you for their absurd misbeliefs. There were so many occasions when he nearly failed to restrain himself, almost making his reappearance out of nowhere. But how could he do so when you were striving for your goal independently, hardly any paces away from your well-earned prosperity and self-confidence? “I left you behind five centuries ago,” he rephrased his previous statement remorsefully although inmost he knows that he’s never left, steadily dwindling in the distance with graceful steps.

Druig came to a standstill, ceasing every movement produced by the bones and muscles of his lower limbs which ushered him closer and closer to you. It felt extremely requisite and befitting for him to mimic your actions with the manifest clip from his memory, repeating the same scene which had him experience his devastating heartbreak. And with your fingers interlocked, the pad of his thumb rubbed against your knuckles in the corresponding hushed demeanour, remaining the striking distance to avoid transcending your comfort zone. The warmth of his reassuring hold did it’s magic, dissolving your incertitude and mistrust towards your lover miraculously forthwith. Regardless of the flare of ecstasy intoxicating you upon learning that he’s never forgotten and he cares, an utter of complaint rimmed with dissatisfaction still passed your lips. “You kept me waiting.”

“I know, and I’m truly sorry,” he’d anticipated you to solicit a fair elucidation respecting the eons he’s delayed which is understandable, truthfully. “I just..” Druig sputtered for the accurate phrase to summarise his bundle of emotions from several languages he’s learnt throughout his eternal life, whether it’s ancient or modern. His yearn and adoration towards you was unconditional and sempiternal, his heart has no room left to accept anyone else. It was the mortifying insecurities primarily that arises within him and the fear of terminating your fluorishing profession with his return forbye, which hinders and disheartens him, resulting another futile attempt at your reunion due to his procrastination.  It’s idiotic and witless of him, indeed.

“I just thought you didn’t need me, I...” his head hung low in abashment, loathing how easily he'd been influenced by such erroneous assumptions and his unnecessary frets. “I thought you’d be better off without me.” It wasn’t just his negative suppositions and scepticism that impaired you, but his unprecedented countenance of dubiety and self-accusation which was immensely soul-shattering, violently rending your heart to shreds. He had never lacked confidence and he has an abiding faith in your profound bond that is able to overcome all obstacles faced, including distance and time which were simply numbers. In fact, his credible reassurances and chivalrous gestures were what had your entirety thoroughly entrusted to him. It’s this unlabelled relationship without any unequivocal and indubitable answer or confrontation after a prolonged separation that deludes the both of you, originating doubts none of you had mustered up the courage to resolve.

“I love you, y/n,” he confessed genuinely, sincerity and fondness written in his truthful pair of eyes that was fixated on yours. “But Ajak is right, we were meant to dwell in different worlds-” ”She was wrong about something,” interruption wasn’t something you’d taken pleasure in doing or frequently did, nevertheless you've grown impatient and you’re unwilling to waste another minute listening to the gibberish that kept you apart. “I wouldn’t be me right now without you.” And with each letter representing your enduring fidelity articulated precisely, your feet brought you further whilst your palm found it’s place on his temple, fingers still intertwined with his.

Perhaps it was inappropriate and improper of him, but he often ponders how you’d feel and savour in his lips during such intimate moments, if you’d taste anything like the basic tastes of the tongue, or maybe the variety of snack flavours or exotic fruits he offers you. He’d been the one initiating the compassionate kiss, guiding your movements adeptly in his furtive imagination despite being inexperienced in actual fact. But lord, you were a magnificent bag teeming with the most flabbergasting surprises, whether it’s the extraordinary ideas revolving in your marvellous mind or your unpredictable solutions to exigent challenges. Who knows what kissing you would have been like? The quick peek he snuck at your lips that were merely inches away from his and his tongue darting out briefly to moisten his lips was impossible to be overlooked. The curiosity and hunger that dawned on his eyes were tremendously apparent and intense that had you deliberating why didn’t he devour you promptly with your consent. His cheeks had gone a tint of bright pink, sheepish of his unconcealable desires that may have been offensive or disapproved. When he was on the verge of clearing his throat and backing away from this awkwardness, you shifted closer to his warmth at a painfully laggard pace that was almost imperceptible. The flutter within him intensified at every inch erased by your approaching frame, his respiratory system struggling to catch up with his palpitating heartbeat as his triggered sweat glands under the layers of his skin started secreting sweat to his palms. It must have been humiliatingly evident because he felt your thumb lightly graze against his, followed with the delicate claim of his lips with yours at last and your expert fingers entangling themselves in his neatly brushed hair like it were your abode.  He was inebriated by your fragrance which he inhaled up close like it was his personal inhaler, relieving his tightened muscles around his airway that seemed to be the main factor of his rapid breathing. It only took him a couple more seconds to adjust to this new sensation, for his arm clasp on your waist tenderly and relish his first kiss in this tranquil space. No interference or fear of being seen, just you and him.

And as if the rhythm of your lips could enchant cataclysmic curses, your distinct worlds collided the instant your lips were attached, dissipating the borders that made vain endeavours over the past millennia in sundering your infrangible link.

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[lavishedinjimin]

Hickeys 101 -> dilf!jjk

— synopsis: After Jungkook catches you messing around with another boy, he was determined to teach you a lesson you'll only learn from a father... well, step-father.

↳ pairing: dilf jungkook x f.reader

↳ genre: smut/angst

↳ rating: 18+

↳ word count: 8.6k

↳ warnings: step-dad jungkook, AGE GAP, all characters are in legal age, D/S, daddy kink, condescension, degradation, they’re both toxic and mean, mind manipulation, Jungkook puts OC in subspace, face fucking, spitting, usage of a belt, unprotected sex (ya’ll know the drill already!), little aftercare

A/N: this fic is not suitable for all audiences. If you are easily offended and are sensitive to the warnings stated above, this might not be for you. reminder that the events in this story are purely made up and fictional.

Living with no one else other than your profoundly distant stepdad during lockdown – where you can’t escape, where you can’t go anywhere – is much harder than this zoom class you’re attending. 

“I'm so exhausted,” you mutter beneath your breath, rolling your eyes to the back of your head for your brain hurts from your Econ professor’s infuriating voice. 

Most of the time you are shuffling endlessly from how uncomfortable the wooden chair in this dining area is. With your laptop placed in front of you, the blue light surely ruining your eyes, you tirelessly listen to the lecture as much as your brain could wield. 

But your attention span isn't as great as most people.

Completely losing your focus on the class after two minutes, you turn your attention to your stepdad working his way to the kitchen.

“Can you put a goddamn shirt on?” you huff, a tinge of irritation in your voice.

He passes by you with a swift glance. 

“How are you doing?” Jungkook asks, utterly ignoring your complaint. 

“Since when did you care?” You place your chin on top of your palm, stopping your urges to not look at his exposed torso. His sleeve of tattoos was undeniably eye-catching, but you were too petty to go a have a normal conversation with him. 

Jungkook, on the other hand, was used to your sharp tongue. He knew you didn’t like him ever since he started to date your mom. But now that he was technically your parent, he has all the right to correct you and put you in your place. 

“You know I don’t like that tone, missy.” Jungkook stretches out his words, sounding stern. But you just sarcastically laugh him off. 

As your stepdad was making some food in the kitchen, the class grew longer and more monotonous than ever. You were never the type to pay attention in class, and neither did it help that the school decided to move to online learning. Now you’re truly failing school. 

“Jung—dad,” you sigh, realizing that his exposed back can almost be seen on your front camera’s screen, “can you scoot back a little? They can see you on-cam.” 

“Nope.” 

Jungkook chuckles at the way you grunt as he continues to make his avocado toast. 

“Oh come on—” Jungkook teasingly shows the rest of his behind to the camera, not caring at all that your professor and classmates can see. “Give them a little show.” 

“No!” immediately, you close your camera before swiftly turning your head to his direction, “Can you just stop? Okay? I’m trying to pay attention and you’re not helping!” You yell, banging your fist on the wooden table. 

“I’m so tired, dad. Can you just go away?!” 

He replies with his back still facing you, “Maybe if you asked a little nicer than that, little girl.” 

With a complete shock to the words he used, you found yourself blushing in red while your eyes slowly expand. Your body's reaction from that single sentence was intoxicating. Your class was now forgotten and your professor's voice became white noise. 

“W-What did you just call me?” You didn’t expect your tone to be as soft as it seemed. 

Jungkook finally flips around to face you. He scans you, taking a good look at you as he crosses his arms together. 

You couldn't dismiss that the way he looked at you made you feel something. Something that you’ve never experienced before. 

“I called you little girl. That’s what you are, right?” he sneers, “A little girl who thinks she can talk to her father so impolitely.” 

It was like a cat got your tongue. You flutter your eyes, trying to think of what to reply. 

Jungkook clicks his tongue, “Tsk. See, you're rubbish in talking, Y/n. Once I start to put you in your place, you can no longer put on that bratty act on me.” He suddenly starts to walk over to you, putting you in a frenzy. You sit up straight, pursing your lips as you can't seem to breathe normally. 

You cannot believe what was happening. Your mind starts to wander off from reality, trying to figure out what he is trying to tell you. Why did his voice change the way it did? As he walks closer, you can feel the warmth of his body enveloping yours. It was a situation that you wanted to run away from, but at the same time, you craved. 

With your back to him, he places his hands to rest on the table in front of you. He traps you in your place, not letting you escape. Your breath hitch unexpectedly as he leans his face closer to yours. 

“Jungkook… go away f-from me.” A trail of curses echoes in your mind, for you wanted to sound intimidating and not like a little kid. 

Jungkook chuckles and clicks his tongue, “Then push me away, little girl.” 

Everything in your system freezes. As if you just had been tasered, you feel electricity shooting throughout your body. Jungkook adores your reaction. He’s older than you, he knows more than you; and he knows just how to make a woman as you melt beneath his palms. 

“Silent now, aren’t we?” he teases with a velvety voice, inching his face even closer to the curve of your neck. Strands of his hair tickle your neck as hot breath blows against your skin, causing shivers down your spine. 

He hears a little whimper from you, making the grin on his face growing wider. “Be. A. Good. Girl. For. Me,” he says through an award-winning smirk.  

But – of course – you will not let yourself lose. 

“No.” 

“No?” he stares at you, baffled. 

“Never in a million years,” a bitter grin appears on your face.  

Jungkook leans back and away from you. He was a hundred percent sure that he’s got you under his spell, but your reply got his mouth dry. 

“Yeah?” So, he’s resulting in Plan B. 

A hands-on experience. 

Slowly and delicately, he lifts his tattooed-covered hand and wraps it around your neck. “Mhmm, there we go,” he coos after hearing another sudden whimper, “Remember who you're talking to, little girl, got it?” 

Your palms start to get sweaty as you try your hardest not to moan. Jungkook grips your jugular tighter, making you hitch a breath. You can hear him grunt under his breath, knowing for a fact that this was turning him on as well. 

“Who are you talking to, huh?” he starts to get aggressive as he presses his lips right against the shell of your ear. “Tell me, little girl. Remind yourself who’s in charge. C’mon, can’t speak now, baby?” 

Baby. 

Your eyes automatically close at that, feeling butterflies in your stomach. “Daddy.” 

“Mhm, good girl—”

“Daddy,” you whine, “Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, y-you’re in control.” 

‘Finally’, Jungkook thinks to himself with a large cocky grin on his face. He finally got you to submit. 

“Someone’s not as tough as they seem… I think I need to punish you for being such a fucking brat. What do you say?” 

The way he said those words right against your ear instantly made your panties wet. It was humiliating that you got turned on by your stepdad, but at the same time, it was hot. 

“Little girl… tsk, I need you to answer with your words and not with a desperate whimper.” 

He releases the grip he has on your throat and instead, elevates his hand so that his fingers can rub against your scalp. A tingling sensation runs through your backbone as he massages your scalp, feeling so overwhelmingly good that made you lean back against his hand, yearning for more. 

“Punish me,” you say in an almost audible whisper. “Do what you want, I don’t care. Please, please, please…” 

Jungkook takes a good look at you; your cheeks flushed, eyelids closed and your mouth slightly parted. It looks like you were enjoying this a lot – too much to be exact. 

The feeling was something else, something foreign that you honestly craved for such a long time. You and Jungkook had were never close, and you’ve never thought of him as a real father figure. After such a long time of not having a man to run the family, you didn’t know how to act around one. 

Within a second of realization that you were loving this too much, he removes his hand from you and walks away without saying anything else. You feel like you just got heartbroken.  

“W-What… why did you?” you stutter through a long exhale. Your eyes begged for him to come back, damn it – you were ready for him! 

As Jungkook walks away from the kitchen with his bare, muscular back facing you, he says a final time, “Take your studies seriously, Y/n. I don’t want you failing any subject.” 

You feel your shoulders slump down and your mouth purses into a straight line. You just got edged by your stepdad. 

Staying silent was, you thought, the right thing to do at the moment. You insatiably did not trust your voice, and there was nothing to say to him without embarrassing yourself. 

You glance at the clock on the wall just beside the refrigerator. As your classes were done for the day, and you have the rest of the afternoon all to yourself. Despite all of the unfinished homework that you currently have piled in your calendar, you still choose to watch a movie on Netflix and eat a tub of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. 

And, of course, all this just to distract yourself from the bizarre shit that happened between you and your step-dad, and to divert your attention on something else other than how sexy he is. 

“Hey, hey, hey, where do you think you’re going this late?” Your dad stops you from stepping outside the door, grabbing you by the arm. You close your eyes for a brief moment, inhaling some air to let your senses calm down. The door was already opened, and all you had to do was to get out a little faster, and he wouldn’t have caught you. 

Perhaps trying to sneak out of the house was harder than you thought. 

Jungkook spins you around and makes you look at his dark eyes despite the dim lights of the entryway. He wears black checkered pajama pants and a white tank top, hair all messy as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep. 

“It’s ten o’clock, and you’re supposed to be in bed,” he warns you with a strict tone. 

Snatching your arm away from him, you reply with gritted teeth, “I’m going out with a friend.” 

“Friend?” he scoffs, “I wasn’t born last night, Y/n. Where is he?” 

“He?” You slowly back away, taking tiny little steps closer to the door, “What do you mean ‘he’? I’m not going out with any guy, dad.” 

Jungkook rests his hips on one leg and eyes you up and down. Based on what you were wearing and the makeup that you have on, you looked like you’re about to give some boy the time of his life. 

“I’m not going to do anything I’d regret, I promise,” you whisper as quiet as the night sky behind you. “I’ll be good, daddy.” 

That was all it took for Jungkook to stop his tracks. You knew what you just did to him. The way how we reacted, how he froze immediately at his place, was the same reaction you had earlier this day when he did all those dirty things to you. Now he was in your shoes. 

As Jungkook looked like a dear in headlights, that was the time where you rushed off into the middle of the streets where Yeonjun’s car is hesitantly parked. 

“Quick, quick, quick!” you half-whispered, half-shouted as you closed the passenger’s door. Yeonjun laughs loudly while setting the gear up, preparing the car for a long, speedy ride. 

You look back and see Jungkook standing outside the porch, watching in awe as the car drives away from him. There was nothing funnier than seeing his stunned expression, for he couldn't do anything about your mischief anymore. 

“Is he angry?” Yeonjun asks, still giggling in his seat. 

“Yeah, he didn’t want me to leave,” You swing the seatbelt across your torso, securing it in the buckle. 

Yeonjun passes you a drink he bought for you from McDonald’s in which you gladly receive with thanks. “What’s this?” you ask before taking a sip. 

“Iced coffee. We’re out here for a long, long night, Y/n. See, I have one for myself!” he exclaims as he points to his drink sitting on the cupholder.

Yeonjun pulls down the windows so that you two can get a feel of the cold, fresh air of the starry night. Strands of hair would so often get caught in between your lips, distracting you from the relaxing scenario. 

Lifting your elbow to rest on the window frame, you ask him, “Are you sure this drive-in cinema is open this late at night?” 

“Of course, they’re open 24/7.” Yeonjun takes a quick look at you before returning his focus on the road. He smirks slightly, “We’re gonna have so much fun, Y/n. You won’t regret it.” 

You’ve already entered high-school when Jungkook met you. His first impressions of you were bashful and conservative, only showing your true nature around your friends. He thought you were such a warmhearted kid. He was only dating your mother at the time. 

But you’ve never really felt that he was a part of the family. His aura was never the nurturing ‘dad’ type, but rather, the ‘cool uncle’. He was never accustomed to kids, he’s the youngest of his siblings, so it was astounding that he’d ever married someone with a hormonal teen. 

Thus, as you’ve grown older, he’s slowly seeing your real side. Inch by inch, you're letting him see your colors and how you behave. A snappy and confident girl you are. You always have an opinion on things and you despise it when somebody gets in your way. 

That’s how your mother raised you. She taught you how to stand up for yourself and how to make yourself known, even though you sometimes overstep people’s boundaries.

Your mom was out of town for a trip with her office friends. She just landed a new job at the local government unit, and she was invited to their annual orientation. Which, if you were in her shoes, wouldn’t go to. But thankfully without her strict guidance, you can do whatever you want. 

Just say the magic words to your stepdad, and he’ll be putty in your hands. 

Consequently, Jungkook won't admit that he doesn’t like your attitude you put on him. He cares for you, he does. But if there’s ever a situation that you cross his limits, he wouldn’t hesitate to punish you and make it known that in the end, he’s older and you need to obey him.

Scared was a downright understatement. No matter how much you try to be brave and face whatever your stepdad might do to you as a penalty for ‘misbehaving’, you couldn’t help but break into a cold sweat. 

It was two in the morning, and your eyes are bloodshot red from almost having no sleep at all, besides the little nap you and Yeonjun took after watching a series of old movies in the drive-in cinema. You were wearing his sweater that he gave to you to keep you warm. 

“Thank you for tonight, Yeonjun,” you lean into the window frame, resting your arms on it. The yellow-haired boy smiles at you, his eyes wandering around your face as if memorizing every pattern of your features. He takes a final look at your bruised, swollen lips and hickey-covered neck before orienting his torso close to you. His face was an inch away from yours before he kisses you goodbye. 

“Try not to get caught,” he whispers against your lips with a cheeky grin. 

“You said that before, and I got caught,” you shrug while tilting your head to the side, “Say something else.” 

Yeonjun scrunches his nose. He uses his right hand to pinch your cheek endearingly, “Alright, then. How about… good luck with your stepdad.” 

Pursing your lips into a thin line, you release an exasperated sigh while closing your eyes. The two of you result in laughter, before giving him his goodbye.

Hurriedly, you rush around the house until you arrive at your bedroom window. Thanking your past self for slightly lifting the glass pane open beforehand, it was easy for you to sneak in without any faults.

The room was dim only because of the dawn lights outside. “Ah, finally,” you shut the window, hearing the loud ‘thud’ in contrast to the quiet atmosphere around you. 

“Did you enjoy yourself, hm?” 

‘Oh. My. God.’ 

It feels like you were in a horror movie. Jungkook’s cold voice sent shivers all over your body, running down your spine, arms, and legs. Frozen in your place, you gulp the ball that formed in your throat. 

Jungkook was sitting comfortably in your bed, one leg above another. “You know, little girl, I didn’t know how comfy this bed is. I might sleep in here with you sometimes.” 

“What?” you abruptly turn to look at him. He had a despicable smirk, knowing what he said has gotten on your nerves. “You will not sleep with me.” 

“Why not?” he doesn’t lose eye contact with you as he stands up, “You’re my baby girl.” 

Your breathing turned heavy as he slowly pushes you back into a concrete wall, not providing you any room to run away. “I-I’m…I’m what?” 

His eyes inspect your body up and down. You were praying to someone above that he wouldn’t see your hickeys, but it was all too late, and he knows you too much. 

Jungkook prods his tongue in his cheek once his menacing eyes stay on your neck. He looks straight into your eyes, before directing them back to those hickeys. 

“What is this—” your breathing snags from how rapid he was to press his body against you, wrapping his right hand around your jaw. He forcefully tilts your head to gain more access to your neck. Jungkook analyzes the deep red and purple marks on your skin, feeling oh-so disappointed in you. You turn squeamish from how tight he holds you, hearing how rugged the way his breath became, deep inhales and aggressive exhales. “What a fucking slut you are.” 

You feel your blood rushing out from your face, turning pale in a mere second of him saying that word to you. 

With a gruff, guttural voice, Jungkook doesn’t let you explain for he swiftly turns you around, pushing your frontside onto the cold wall. 

He holds the back of your neck and “I stayed up all fucking night waiting for you to come back home. Despite how fucking irritating and bratty you are, no matter how much you hate me, I care for you, Y/n. I fucking care for you, and I promised your mother that I’ll look after you.” 

You whimper when he tightens his grip once again, but you didn’t think about pushing away. 

“But here you are, not even cooperating with daddy.” 

“You’re not—”

Jungkook suddenly gives your clothed ass cheek a hard, loud spank. Your engrossed gasp captivated the room, and it sure did something to him. Jungkook, although he knows that you can’t see him, hides his growing smirk by biting his lower lip. He gives you a second spank, and a third spank, making your legs quiver and knees buckle from the pain. 

“P-Please stop…” you whine, your hands trying to reach behind you to grab his arms. 

“Stop?” he raises an eyebrow, “Wanna stop, little girl? You don’t like it when daddy spanks your ass?” 

However, you don’t answer. You don’t know what you want. The situation turned you on, and you know you’ll love the way your ass will burn afterward. Why stop now when you can enjoy it? 

Jungkook sees your mind was racing with thoughts, and he takes this as a perfect opportunity to drag you along with him to the bed. He sits on the edge of the mattress and swings you over his knee. 

“Stop!” you yell loudly this time, trying to pry away, but he was holding onto you tightly. 

“Shut up,” Jungkook growls, his voice immediately changes into a much deeper, hoarser tone. He, once again, grabs your jaw and forces you to tilt your head up, making you look directly into his eyes. “Shut the fuck up, little girl. You do nothing but run your mouth all over this goddamn house.” 

Jungkook was angry. The pads of his fingertips dig deeper into the skin of your jaw and lower cheeks, causing your lips to form a pout. 

He clicks his tongue, “Y/n, Y/n, Y/n. If you think that I’m going to let you go so easily, I’m afraid that you’re wrong, dear. I’ve finally gotten you between my teeth!” he exclaims sarcastically, although the sour tone of his voice makes you cringe. 

“You think you’re the shit, huh? Wanting attention so bad that you sneak out at midnight to fuck a disgusting pig. Am I right, Y/n?” 

“How fucking—” you shake and try to wiggle yourself out of his grip, offended by the words he said. You wanted to punch him yet cry at the same time. “How fucking dare you!” Facing him with tears slowly welling up in your eyes, “I-I do not— Yeonjun’s not… ugh!” You dig your nails into your palm from the raging frustration that was filling your mind and body. You kick your legs up and down, but Jungkook was not having it. He isn’t letting you go any time soon because he constricts your wrists together behind your back, tighter. 

“Shhh, shhh,” Jungkook smirks menacingly, “Relax, little girl, relax. You’re safe now in daddy’s arms. Perhaps that Yeonjun boy has gotten in your head a little too much, hm? Don’t worry, daddy will fix your attitude.” 

Without hesitating at all, Jungkook pulls your skirt down, revealing your lace panties all to his eyes. His warm hand rubs your soft flesh, squeezing it here and there. He knows that you like it. He knows that you’re only keeping this little act up to seem tough. But he sees the way your eyes dilate whenever he says a word that triggers you, that triggers you in a way that’ll make you surrender to him. 

Take the kitchen scenario, for example. With one word, with a specific act, you were melting for him. He knows that you absolutely can’t get enough of him, and he loves to play with your mind. 

He was completely aware that it wasn’t Yeonjun or anything else that makes you act like this; acting like a little monster. It was all because of him; he’s the one responsible. 

And he’s the one who will fix you.  

“Come on, baby,” Jungkook’s tone turns softer, more delicate. He hits your ass once, twice, before cooing you with shushes. 

You slowly get hazy, the spiteful and bratty part of your brain switches off. A shiver runs throughout your system when he wraps his hand around your neck. Flashes of the kitchen scenario fill your mind; how submissive you turned for him so swiftly. Your consciousness knows that you’re doing it for a second time. 

“Where’s my good baby girl, hm? Where’s that little girl that I love so, so fucking much?” He says through gritted teeth at the last sentence, spanking your butt again. 

His thumb rubs soothing repetitive circles on your skin, disregarding how firm he was choking you. You close your eyes, sniffing a little, somehow feeling tranquility in his grasp. 

You release a pain-filled mewl when he purposefully presses his thumb against the giant reddish-purple hickey on your neck. Jungkook’s cock hardens beneath his sweatpants, forming an obvious outline as each second passes. 

He was enthralled by you. The way you move and the way you behave for him was addictive to see. “Yeonjun, huh?” Jungkook grins, “What’s this hickey for? Little girl?” Jungkook laughs as he lands another critical spank, causing your body to slightly jolt forward. “Is this his way of ‘marking’ you, hm? Claiming you as his own?” he doesn’t stop giggling from his own words, mocking you with a bitter attitude. 

“How pathetic, don’t you think? You allow yourself to be ‘claimed’ by a random dude you just met. Are you proud of yourself? Oh, I bet you’re very delighted that you’ve finally found attention from a boy.” 

He chokes you harder, pressing his thumb firmer against the hickey. The pain shoots throughout your body, making you quiver and close your eyes. However, you don’t respond. It was too humiliating to admit that his words were surprisingly true.

Without a warning, he hooks his index finger along the waistband of your panties and yanks it down. You sharply inhale through your nose, chewing down on your bottom lip as you feel two slender fingers play with your wet slit. Jungkook groans lowly from how wet you are, watching your pussy clench and unclench around nothing. 

“But you… oh you, Y/n—” he flips you back up and positions you to sit on his thighs, straddling him. Jungkook tilts his head and raises both of his brows, looking at you with disbelief. 

He exhales his words out, “You don’t know how to hide that skanky hickey of yours. Have you ever thought about covering up your hickey just as any other teen with a working brain, you slut?” 

Jungkook’s vicious, barbed words hit you like a truck. You look away from him, but he was quick to place a finger on your chin. He flicks his finger up, your head joining the gesture. 

As his tongue dances along with his plush bottom lip, he places his hands on your hips and squeezes thoroughly. His eyes rake your body up and down, your exposed cunt exposed to him. 

“Hickeys 101, Y/n. Conceal and disguise your hickeys if you don’t want to be caught,” he smirks, “but of course you wanted to be caught. You wanted all of this to happen.” 

“I don’t care.” You shake your head, trying your hardest to force a poker-face, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach. His hands were toying with your waist, tapping his fingertips on your dressed skin. Why does he have to mess with your mind like this?

Sensual. Your stepdad reeked sex appeal and you hate yourself for loving it so much. His senses stick to you like a shadow you can’t escape, his aura addicting, and you want more of it. 

He pulls you closer, hands on each side of your face. His nose was a millimeter away from your own, and you can feel his hot breath fanning your face. That awful smirk doesn’t wipe off of his face. He looks at your lips, then back to your eyes. As much as he was admiring your beauty, you were doing the same. 

Jungkook was undoubtedly handsome. Perfect, strong features that no man in your liking can ever compare. His luscious, long hair with wavy strands here and there frames his face, encompassing his flawless appearance. 

There’s no way you will ever say no to him. 

He kisses you. Pressing his lips against yours, he kisses you so gently that you forget that he’s supposed to punish you. The kiss was tender and soft, a kiss like he would give to a girl’s first time. 

‘You’re kissing your stepdad, idiot.’ A voice at the back of your mind says. However, easily disregarding that conflicting thought, Jungkook pulls away before you can even take the kiss to the next level. 

“Little girl, oh, baby,” he laughs, “I’m going to hurt you. I’m gonna fucking bruise you until I can see tears in your eyes.” 

He easily throws you on the bed and he starts to strip himself down to his boxers. There was an evident fear written across your face, hugging your knees to your chest as you watch his dick grow beneath his underwear. 

“Take your fucking shirt off,” he growls, “Take everything off. Now.” His natural dominating presence allowed you to obey him quite easily. You did as you were told, keeping eye contact the whole time just to tease him. Sucking your bottom lip, you hide your sly grin. 

Jungkook stands tall from the edge of the bed, his honeydew skin being a perfect contrast with his dark hair. He palms himself through his boxer briefs, not having any hesitation at all. His eyes never leave you as you take off every piece of clothing from your body. You felt a little insecure, yes, but you gulp that nervousness down your throat. 

However, as soon as you took your top off, Jungkook caught a glimpse of more hickeys scattered all over your chest. This sight causes him to tilt his head back with an exasperated sigh. 

“Crawl.” He motions with his index and middle finger a ‘come here’ motion, “Crawl to me, little girl.” 

You get down on all fours and do as your told. He smiles with a content look on his face, but was soon replaced with a seductive gaze, “Did you have sex with that boy?” 

“W-What? No, I didn’t!” you answer quickly, shaking your head. 

His throbbing cock was right in front of your face. Aside from it still being covered with his underwear, you can spot how it twitches then are there. He holds your head with both of his warm hands, “Tell me, little girl. What are you?”

Your mouth gapes open but no word comes out. With your mind filled with lust and desire, you couldn’t understand what he meant. 

Jungkook pulls his cock out, but he doesn’t let you see it at first. He holds your head up and won’t even tolerate you taking a glance. 

“You don’t know what you are, huh?” he scoffs bitterly, “I knew you wouldn’t. What’s a girl like you anyway, right?” 

Your heart pounds rapidly in your chest. 

“Repeat after me, Y/n. I am a whore.” 

You whimper, pouting your lips. 

“C’mon, don’t say it’s too degrading for you, whore. It’s the bare fucking minimum for me. Don’t you want me to be proud of you?” 

Oh, he knows what he’s doing to you. He knows and of your weaknesses and he’s been using those against you. But you – you were naïve enough to notice that. 

“I’m…” you blink rapidly, “I’m a whore.” 

He snarks whilst stroking your luscious hair, “Louder.” 

Jungkook ignores your whines and waits for you with a quirked eyebrow. His patience was wearing thin and you were walking on thin ice right now. 

“I’m a whore.” You repeat loudly this time, the words sinking deep into your soul.

He leans down and slants his head, “And what do whores get, hm?” 

“I-I don’t know.” 

Jungkook wraps a big hand around his thick cock, aligning the tip in front of your mouth. You gasp. “They get their bratty mouths stuffed with dick.”

There wasn’t even a warning as Jungkook shoves his dick down your throat, making you gag and choke harshly around his girth. Jungkook growls deeply, his eyes rolling back to his head. 

Your saliva starts to drip down to your chin as he face-fucks you, not giving you the time to breathe nor to adjust to his long length. With one hand, he creates a makeshift ponytail and pushes your head farther down his dick. 

The whimpers you made out of protest didn’t even work, because the vibrations it caused pleasured him even more. 

��Mhmm, that’s right, struggle for me,” he moans, watching your eyes filling up with tears. “This is where you belong, whore. Right at your stepdad’s mercy and submission. You don’t get to choose what you want because I owe you. I control you.” 

Jungkook further fucks you as his hips thrust back and forth with no remorse. Gagging sounds fill the entire room and it just turns him on increasingly. 

“Look at me. Look at me!” he grunts as he pulls his dick out. He watches a single tear fall down your cheek, making his mouth form another devilish grin.

He leans down to grab something from the floor, but you don’t notice. 

“You’re such a mess, little girl. Just what daddy wants you to be.”

Jungkook takes his shaft and abruptly slaps your cheek with his dick. He hits your flesh a couple of times, humming in delight. 

In a swift, quick second, you suddenly feel a hard and raging sting on your right ass cheek from an unexpected impact. You cry out loud, shutting your eyes from the pain you experienced without a notice. 

His belt. 

The harsh leather material instantly caused redness on your delicate, soft skin. Jungkook whips you again, triggering a downpour of tears. You release incoherent noises every time he spanks you, for every hit was harder and sharper from the last. 

“You’re a naughty, irresponsible little girl.” He declares alongside another hit. He makes sure that each cheek was covered in red belt marks. His cock stands tall before you, drenched in your saliva as it leaks precum. You couldn’t take your eyes off of it and he takes this into account. 

Another hit, he puts all his strength in, making you inhale a sharp breath. Jungkook takes this shot to plunge his dick deep back into your mouth, pushing past your gag reflex as you struggle for air once more. 

Your pussy was awfully drenched and you can feel your wetness drip down from your slit and onto your inner thighs. You’ve never been this wet before, and it was insane that it’s all because of your unquestionably hot step-dad. 

It was like you’re in a porn video. No matter how rough he was fucking your face, you enjoyed it and you were moaning as he obliterates your throat. 

Jungkook pushes his cock deeper, your entire body twitching from the foreign feeling. “Stay there, stay there,” he rasps, “Stay there and take my big fucking dick down your little throat. Yes, that’s right, ohh fuck.” 

Every muscle in his body flexes as he tries to keep you still. "This is all you're good for, slut. You deserve to be used for pleasure from a man. You're nothing but a cockwhore." His biceps harden as he puts your head in place, abs tight. He leans forward and encloses your poor head with his strong thighs, securing yourself to his dick. 

With another crack of his belt onto your ass, you cry. Jungkook admires the sight of chaos he’s created. Once he was satisfied with the look of you, he pulls out. 

This is what he likes; messy and all wet. A string of saliva connects from your lips and to the tip of his dick. You try to catch your breath, inhaling and exhaling so sharply. Looking up at him with red, pitiable eyes, you give him a sullen expression. 

“You see what you did there, little girl? Hm? Now tell me again, what are you?” 

This time, you don’t hesitate. 

“I’m a whore.” 

“Yes, you are. Yes, you are, baby. You’re daddy’s little whore.” 

Your mind turns fuzzy once again. It was clear that you were not yourself anymore. If you weren’t drunk in lust, you wouldn’t let this happen and you absolutely wouldn’t allow him to handle you this way. 

But then again, it was too difficult to not succumb to him. 

“Cute little thing,” he murmurs beneath his breath. “Bet your pussy taste fucking delicious. Go on, turn around for daddy and let him see.” 

Your cheeks blush once you’ve obeyed his order and your cunt was exposed all for his eyes. Feeling a hand run down your sore ass, you whine as his fingers trail down your inner thighs, purposely ignoring your needy pussy. 

Jungkook was biting his lip so hard that he can almost draw blood. Ever so slightly, the pad of his thumb glides across your wet slit, lightly pressing against it. “Jungkook,” you whisper, wiggling your butt for more. 

“Oww fuck!” you drop your face on the mattress when Jungkook slaps your pussy unanticipatedly. Legs quivering in need, you bite down on the sheets. 

“Surprised that you don’t know how to address me, Y/n.” In a quick motion, he pushes two fingers inside your sopping entrance. 

Already feeling full, your back painfully arches as you attempt to take his fingers that were thrusting in and out so boldly. Suave movements of his digits caused a chill down your back, feeling too much euphoria at once. 

“What’s my name again?” he inquires before using his thumb to rub on your throbbing clit. 

“Daddy,” you reply quickly, not wanting to be punished further. 

“Good girl,” he chuckles, “that’s what a good girl should do; follow instructions without having to tell twice. You just love taking orders, don’t you? Huh?” 

“I-I do,” your face heats up immensely, stomach churning. 

Jungkook hums approvingly as he spreads your ass cheeks apart with his hands. You can feel the heat radiating off of his face as he leans into your cunt. With a bold lick of his tongue, your body shivers as the strong muscle toys with your folds. 

“Oh, please,” you moan, “that feels so good.” 

“Really now?” Jungkook gathers a bunch of his saliva and spits it down on your cunt, making it wetter and lubricated than it already was. He takes your clit into his mouth and sucks profusely, licking and biting here and there. The sound of your moans fueled his hunger for your cum, but he was not letting you go so easily. 

His tongue flicks your clit without mercy before inserting two fingers inside your hole once more. He feels your walls flutter around his digits, signaling your upcoming orgasm. 

He pulls away completely. 

Jungkook ignores your cries and how you bucked your hips to him, wanting more. He instructs you to lay down on the bed with your back against the headboard. Grasping the belt in his hand, you swallow the formed ball down your throat as you watch him crawl to you – like a predator hunting for its prey. 

“Pretty,” he mumbles to himself, eyeing you up and down. He kneels before you and grabs your neck, pulling you to him. If it weren’t for his lewdness and obscure actions, then you would say that his smile was sweet. But you know for a fact that his mind was thinking of different ways on how to torture you. 

Your eyes widen as he wraps the black leather belt around your jugular, using it like it's a dog collar and leash. “What are you – ohh…” Jungkook tightens the belt not enough to suffocate you, but enough for you to feel that it’ there. 

“Gotta hide that hideous hickey of yours, little girl. The more I look at it, the more I remember how much of a slut you are for that boy. Tell me, can Yeonjun make you feel the way I make you feel?” 

"No," you meekly reply with a little shake of your head. Nothing will ever compare to what Jungkook makes you feel than any other.

He wraps the belt around his fist and tugs on it, causing you to jolt forward, face closer to him. His nose barely grazes against yours. "Tell daddy you're sorry."

"B-But..."

He tilts his head in confusion, surely not expecting you to reply with anything else than a simple 'sorry.'

"But what?" he nags, slowly growing annoyed.

"I didn't mean to do it with Yeonju—". 

*Slap*

His hands collide with your right cheek, slapping your face with no remorse, making you release a loud whimper of pain. Jungkook growls and roughly holds your cheek, making you pout. Your eyes instantly tear up from the stinging pain, and Jungkook leans to your ear to whisper; "Say. Sorry." 

He releases his grip on your cheeks so you can answer properly, "I'm sorry...daddy."

"Good girl," he says simply before leaning in to give a tender, wet kiss on your lips. He smiles before you, eyes turning into little crescents with dark irises staring directly into yours, "Have you learned your lesson?" 

"Yes, I do." 

"Well, what've you learned, little girl?" he caresses your reddened cheek, "You promise to be good from now on and obey daddy?" 

"I promise." You reply in an almost inaudible whisper. Thankfully, it was enough for Jungkook. 

However, he wasn't done with you. He was yet to put his dick inside your pussy. Thanks to his strong build, Jungkook easily flips you around on your stomach, making you lay flat on the bed. He hovers on top of you with his dick in between your butt. 

Grabbing your wrists to secure them behind your back, he takes his shaft with his other hand and aligns his cock to your dripping pussy's entrance. 

"Want my cock?" Jungkook asks with a raspy voice, turned-on from the sight of your bruised butt with the combination of your sweet cunt, the folds all wet and ready for him. 

"Mhm, please put it in me..." you insist politely. 

Without hesitating, Jungkook pushes his tip inside your heat. "God, fuck," he chuckles, moaning right after, "you have such a tight pussy. So fucking tight and wet for my dick. Mhmm..."

Your pussy walls inevitably flutter around his girth once he had his whole tip in, and you can’t help yourself but twitch and squirm. Jungkook finds this endearing. 

“Daddy,” you mewl, “please put it all in me.” 

‘Well, if you said so.’ Jungkook thinks before shoving his whole length in. Ignoring how your back arched and the loud yelp you released, Jungkook thrusts his dick in and out of your pussy so good like he was a sex-god. 

His dick is covered in your juices as he rubs his precum all over your walls, getting you all nice and extra-lubricated for him. Your moans motivate him to continue, his primal instincts were ultimately getting the best of him. 

“F-Fuck,” he stutters, biting his bottom lip. It has been a while since he’s felt pussy wrapped around his cock, consequently, he ravishes on the sensation he missed so fucking much. “You’re being so good taking my dick, mhmm, you like it deep inside that young pussy?” he asks with a tint of mockery in his tone, “I bet you’re the type to prefer older men’s dick.” His thrusts were getting rougher and rougher, deeper, making you feel so full. His words were like honey, despite how lewd they are, the way how he spoke to you made you addicted. 

Jungkook holds your wrists tighter, nails digging down your skin. “I know your little boyfriends can’t satisfy you. That’s why you only want my cock, correct, little lady?” 

“M-Mhmm,” you respond as his balls clap against your ass. 

You’ve never felt more euphoric in your entire life. Only vulgar and lecherous sounds can be heard and you never want it to stop. His fervent, erotic moans sounded so hot made you milk his cock even harder. And it worked; Jungkook feels you tightening, clenching and unclenching. 

Pounding you like this from behind, all submissive for him was feeding onto his dark, domineering desires. Getting you all for himself was easier than he expected. 

“Do you want to cum?” he flips you around and starts fucking you in missionary, the new position makes you throw your head back as his cock hits your g-spot over and over again. 

You mouth the word ‘yes’, having no energy to form a coherent word. 

Jungkook chuckles, lifting both your legs up to his shoulders, creating more leeway for him to move deeper. 

“Ohh my god, just like that!” 

“Yeah?” He presses his body to yours, sweaty bodies pressed together. Without wiping away that smirk of his, he brings his mouth to yours to kiss you one again. 

You felt a sensory overload. With each hard, delicious thrust, you keep moaning into his mouth that you can’t even give him a proper kiss. “I-I’m gonna cum, daddy,” you sob, “I’m gonna cum!” 

“Hold it.” He snaps, “Hold your cum. Wait for my instructions.” 

His breathing was getting unsteady, you feel your room getting hotter and hotter with each second. All you can think of was his cock drilling inside your cunt. His long hair drapes from his face and the tips were slightly ticking your cheeks. The veins in his neck were protruding, making him look ten times hotter. 

His cock was making you dumb. You can almost forget that he was your stepdad – for he was just an older man you lusted for. 

“Be a good cockslut for me, m’kay baby? You’re already a good girl for letting daddy take control over you. I’m gonna let you cum as a reward.” 

“Mmnggg, please!” 

With his hand, he grabs your belt-clad throat and squeezes hard, making you see stars. Your toes curl up from this specific action. 

“Open your mouth.” He says in a hurry, teeth gritted together, “Open your slutty mouth.” 

After a second that you parted your lips, Jungkook spits in your mouth unexpectedly. This made you wild. You didn’t dare to close your mouth and swallow his already existing spit because you wanted more. “Ohh, I see what you want,” Jungkook snickers, “filthy little whore. Swallow and I’ll give you more.” 

Subsequently, he praises you with words that made you blush. He gives you another load of his spit, and you consume it immediately. If Jungkook was hard earlier, he was now rock-solid from your freaky behavior he didn’t know you comprised.

“Daddy, please! I can’t hold it in…” your body slightly quivers from the unforgiving impact of his cock, squeezing your walls so tightly to prevent yourself from spilling your cum onto him. 

Jungkook can’t wait any longer himself, “Cum. Cum on my cock, baby. Do it – oh shit – do it now.” 

Your mouth falls open and your eyes roll back to your head. You felt an overwhelming drive of euphoria rush through your system as you let yourself loose on his cock. “Jesus Christ, you’re so hot, little girl,” Jungkook groans, “There, there,” he pumps his cock faster to catch his orgasm.

"Daddy's gonna cum inside your mouth," Jungkook's cock twitches instantly from the thought, "Imma spill my seed deep inside your throat. You're not wasting any spills, little girl, you're lucky to even get a taste of my cum. For a slut like you don't deserve a single shit. A-Ahhh fuck, y-you’re lucky your so goddamn cute that I – mmngg – couldn’t resist giving you daddy’s cum."

Within a couple of deep, mind-blowing thrusts, he pulls out and crawls over to your face. Automatically opening your mouth to accept his cock, he pushes his length down and past your gag-reflex. “B-Baby, baby, fucking shit,” he grits his teeth, hands clawing at your hair, “Take my cum, c’mon, I know you can. I know you can take this sweet daddy cum. Mhmm that’s a good girl, that’s daddy’s good little girl.” 

Your throat contracts and gags as he fills you up, spilling his seed down your pipe. Tears started to fall down your woeful eyes, attempting to take everything that was given to you. 

You knew you were going to hell for this – for all of this. But at least you’ve enjoyed yourself and got what you’ve wanted. 

It was undeniably crazy how quick he got you into submission. Was it the way that he talks to you, the way he can technically read your mind and identify all of the things you desired, or was it just your daddy issues coming to play? 

Whatever it was, you didn’t regret a single bit of this to happen.

Who knows if this will occur to you again; if you’ll receive the same pleasure as this again? 

“Come ‘ere, let me wrap you in my arms,” Jungkook whispers after cleaning you up. Nodding, you scooch over to him to allow his warmth to resonate through your naked body. 

He is the perfect big spoon. He rests his chin on top of your head, humming a song to soothe you. 

Looking outside the window, you see that the sky is painted with variations of orange and red, signaling the arrival of dawn. Your eyes grow big as you examine the time on the wall clock; 4:00 A.M. You have three and a half hours left until classes start. 

Jungkook minds how your body tenses. He holds you a bit tighter and snuggles his face into the crook of your neck. Even though he can see those awful hickeys, he turns a blind eye to them. 

“Skip classes. Daddy won’t be mad,” he titters, “Although, your mom will be home anytime soon today.” 

You emit a gasp, “Wait, today?” 

“Yes,” he sneers, understanding the panic in your eyes, “Remember what I told you, Y/n. Hickeys 101, cover—”

“Cover it up.” 

After you’ve slept through all your classes for today, you woke up in the afternoon exactly when your mother just arrived from her trip. 

Your whole body was sore. You can’t walk straight and your hair was in tangles. Before exiting your bedroom, you went to your bathroom, grabbed your makeup back, and covered your hickeys with concealer. 

‘Yeonjun… should I even see him again?’ 

The makeup did the bare minimum of covering your bruises. It wasn’t the best coverage ever, but it was enough. Parting your hair to the side to hide most of the skin of your neck, you finally went outside. 

“Y/n!” your mother exclaims, raising her head after she was scurrying deep inside her bag. “There you are. Are classes dismissed early?” 

Your step-dad chuckles behind her as he was carrying the rest of her luggage to the living room. Jungkook glances at you. 

“Yes.” You straight out lied. 

“I see. Oh! And did Jungkook treat you well?” 

You almost choked in your spit. 

“Was he good to you?” your mom raises her brows to Jungkook, “Or was Y/n a pain in the ass, babe?” 

Your face turns red in an instant. You wanted to laugh from the double-meaning of her words.  

“Y/n was a pain in the ass but don’t worry…” Jungkook smirks at you, his eyes hinting a sultry, teasing look, “She’s a good girl nevertheless.” 

The way Jungkook looks at you has to be a crime. There’s never a moment where you didn’t feel a single thing whenever he locks his handsome eyes with yours. It was an incredibly intense feeling – a feeling that you know you’ll crave.

“Mm. Okay. You look…” she scans your figure, head to toe. “tired. But anyway, come here and help me unpack. I have tons of stories and gossips to tell!” Your mom exclaims as she sits down on the couch. 

Before you can even approach her, Jungkook grabs your right arm and puts you in front of him. Afraid that he’ll do something you’ll regret, you pull away – but he shakes his head. 

Jungkook puts his index finger in front of his mouth, looking down at you while he whispers, “Shhh,” he leans forward and mouths the next words close to your ear, “Act like nothing happened, little girl.”