#Anyways have some fun doodles I love these two’s dynamic

[derpygirl-draws]

@dreamnoteprincess and @myemyehere :)

[maraudersmyloves]

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Pairing: James Potter x rockstar!reader

Warnings: The reader is a celebrity flirting with a fan so some power dynamic stuff

Word count: 1.3 k

Disclaimer 1: Everything on this Blog is fiction!!!

Songs in this: Honey (are u coming?) by Maneskin

"Oh God". :☆｡ﾟ. ───

Previous part

You don't think you'll ever get used to the feeling that washes over you the hour before going on stage. It's a weird mix of calm and chaos that's so very distinct to only this Situation. It's doing last sound and outfit checks while panicking trying to find your eyeliner because you all insisted on doing your own make-up and hair. It's smoking a blunt while Dorcas is running around searching for a sticker she wants to put on her microphone before the show. It's hearing the fans get louder in front of the stage and imagining what kind of signs they'll have prepared while trying to get Regulus' earring in. It's Evan and Barty screaming at each other because Evan is sure Barty stole his drumsticks while Pandora and Dorcas try to convince him to just use different ones.

But even that doesn't compare to the last moments before entering the stage. It's eerily quiet. Yes, you can hear the fans screaming but the voices really just fade into each other to form a big white noise machine. You look around to make sure everyone is in their positions while adjusting the height of your micro. Evan on the drums, Barty on the Bass, Dorcas, and Regulus on the guitar, and Pandora standing in front of her keyboard.

In these last moments, you like to focus on one thing and study it to calm yourself. Today it's the microphones. Your's is silver and bedazzled and the only one that's easily removable from its stand since you walk around the most (apart from Barty). On the bottom of it is a little pink heart doodle you drew on the day of the Emeralds' first big concert. Pandora's is light blue with a self made 3D butterfly on it. She made it about a month ago and very proudly showed it off at your next show. Barty and Regulus don't have one, Regulus because he doesn't really like to sing and only does so in about two songs, and Barty because he couldn't keep still and just always sang into others micros anyway. Dorcas has a basic black one or that's what it would be if she didn't slap any stickers she can find on it. The first layer of stickers isn't even visible anymore. Evan is the only one with a headset because leaning out to get to the microphone while playing the drums is too annoying for him.

Through their earpieces, the countdown starts and everything seems to slow down. You can feel the goosebumps overcome your skin and you have to shake yourself once to calm down.

Evan and Pandora sing the first lines before the curtain falls down but you can hear the screams getting louder and a smile tugs at your lip.

"Honey, are you coming?"

Evan's loud scream in unison with the drop of the curtain makes something click and all of a sudden everything is clear. You can see the first few rows and like always you start to scan the audience for someone cute while the guitars are playing. And wouldn't you guess, there he is. Front row and staring at you in awe.

He's cute. Probably about 6'2 with a big muscly figure and messy dark curls. His eyes are like honey and you can't help but return his stare. He smiles like the sun and you know it's over. You feel the need to write a love song right this second but the current song will help too. It's a fun and flirty song mostly written by Dorcas and Barty and you can't help but hold eye contact while singing.

/I know a place downtown, babe, if you wanna go/

You're a bit too breathless for you're liking. Sure there's a hot guy in your audience but that's really not that big of a deal. You see hot people all the time. You worked with models for a few shows, god dammit

Dorcas takes over for a while which might be your saving grace as it allows you to take a deep breath and remind yourself to just flirt, have fun, and don't start anything serious. He's a fan after all.

You wrap both hands around your micro while and sing while looking the hot stranger up and down.

/And if it sounds good for you, baby, just say the word/

/You will li-i-i-i-i-ike it/

You run your hands down your body suggestively, take the micro out of the stand, and walk closer to the edge of the stage finally tearing your eyes off the guy to look at the mass of people in front of you.

You often perform this big but it's still so incredible. You don't think you'll ever get used to the fact that this many people enjoy your music.

/It's five AM/

/We feel so good, it's almost frightening/

You lean down to look at the hot guy again and startle when you realize how close you are. You can see every detail of his face, the little hazel freckles that are splattered across his iris, the beauty mark on his chin, and the little dimples

/I'm made for you, we can't deny it/

You wink at him and smirk when you can see his Adams apple bob down from swallowing.

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James has never been more overwhelmed and confused in his life. He came here planning to spy on his best mate's brother, who from what Sirius told him plays the guitar, he hasn't been able to confirm that yet though because he cannot tear his eyes away from the lead singer. When you made eye contact the first time he could've sworn he died but that could've been a coincidence, stars look at their fans. That's normal.

When you held eye contact while singing several lines and looked him up and down he had to stop himself from fainting.

Then you came towards him and leaned down to look at him up close. And that was it. He is in love. Now, this might be a bit much seeing as he's never spoken to you but then he was never known for his ability to take things slow.

/It's not a one night stand if it turns into two/

Because this stunning girl is looking at him while singing about one-night stands with a spark in her eye as if she wants to fuck him right then and there.

/Oh, I li-i-i-i-i-ike it/

Your voice is a little breathy as you sink down on your knees and he has to take a second to cool himself down. This causes him to finally look at his best mate next to him who is staring at the black haired guitar player. They do look very alike and judging from the look on Pads face this is very hard for him. They both have that sharp bone structure with startling light eyes and black curly hair.

James wants to kick himself for not even thinking about that but he can't when he can see you look at him from the corner of his eyes. It's like his eyes are automatically pulled to you.

/Honey, are you coming?/

it's a loud scream and the music abruptly stops, getting replaced by the booming sound of applause.

You let out a breathless laugh at the sound of this incredibly loud applause and take a moment to close your eyes and let this feeling soke in. You turn around to look at your other band members and are met with a unison look of amazement. This is the last show of the tour and you already kind of miss this.

Then as if on clock word without some sort of sign you all scream, "Hello London!"

[cheetah-roll]

Some assorted MCYT drawings

1) A drawing of the Flying Fish SIblings :D. Minus Martyn because there wasn't enough space. ;w; 

It's supposed to be all of them sitting on two walls. There's one wall then a strip of grass and the other wall?? The perspective is really bad lmao

Grian's just teasing Jimmy as normal and Lizzie being the older sibling is scolding him and Pearl is just watching from up on the wall. Martyn is just answering all his asks from his Tumblr blog or something.

I headcanon them all as siblings. Lizzie and Jimmy technically are siblings because of Empire's SMP season 1, but none of the characters are actually siblings in any other SMP's. It's fine though because this fandom runs on an unholy amount of fanon and fan speculation (also the lore that Martyn IntheLittleWood feeds us) and that's what's fun about it. They all act like siblings anyways, and have a sibling dynamic, so it's fine lol

2) I'm making reference sheets for my designs of all the Traffic Life Series characters. Here's Etho :D

3) LIZZIE!!! I recently remade this one. The old one looked terrible. A lot of detail in this one because she's my favorite <3

She's an absolute girlboss and deserved so much better in the Life Series. Like, let the girl have her villian arc before giving her the most tragic death ever I swear. She at least got a small one in Last Life but it was cut so short in Secret Life :(

I also drew some little bisexual and trans pins on her sweater. She's not trans but I like to think that her characters are

4) Some doodles of all the Life Series Girls!! I love them all so much it’s not even funny anymore. They’re all so amazing and their character arcs are all so good and they need to be appreciated more <3

Featuring Buff Gem because she’s super jacked because I say so 5) Cleo reference sheet!! <33

6) Gem reference sheet!! Slightly outdated design, because I’ve changed the way her legs look to make them more natural and deer like if that makes sense lol

Centaur Gem as well because I love it when people draw her as a centaur. 

Also another little drawing of Buff Gem

7) Grian reference sheet!! This one is pretty old and I’m planning on remaking it soon. His legs just look a little strange and the art is slightly outdated. He also looks too tall lol

8) A pretty old piece of art, but it’s of Empires Lizzie and Pearl.

9) Pretty recent little doodle page of assorted MCYT. The biggest drawing is of Shubble because we love Shubble and she needs all the support she can get rn Also a little drawing of Shrub because I love Shrub with all my heart and soul

I really like the Gem and Grian drawings as well :D

[mecachrome]

Hi k, just wanted to pop in and say thank you for being such a ray of sunshine in the landoscar fandom. I always smile when I see a new gifset or doodle by you! Love to know if you have anything cooking in terms of fic for them? Or even recs tbh, what have you been reading? Hope you have a great day <3

anon you are too kind tysm !!! 🥺🧡

i'm a horribly slow/bad writer so unfortunately (or fortunately) i've only written that one fic... although i have been painstakingly working on 2 wips but neither of them are actually landoscar LOL T__T or actually they are but it's subtextual and ambiguous and complicated etc. etc.... anyway i'd love to share some recs :') !!! placing them below the cut:

fun fact my favorite narrative styles/tropes are outsider pov + mixed media/unconventional formats, which i feel will be made startlingly obvious with the following recommendations 😭

push to talk by anon: still ongoing but lichr my dream premise oat!!!!!!! i've been wanting to read raceengineer!oscar since i started shipping 814 like a year ago and this is THE perfect execution of their dynamic and the epistolary format in general. sooo funny and sharp and well-characterized.

so what are you waiting for? (it's your serve) by serve_cunt: tennis au, incredibly well-paced and plotted and i love how their dynamic developed in this one so much :'))) i also adore reading other-sport aus especially when the author translates it in such an engaging and dynamic and believable way, which user serve_cunt manages so effortlessly ! i love to feel the love for other sports... how can you not be romantic about sports et cetera

how to train your pendragon & wilde by debrief: just read the former last night, user debrief is seriously an expert of world building i don't even KNOW how they come up with half their plots and character details :') (completely in awe) i also adore wilde because i'm a huge sucker for wag aus & famous/non-famous secret relationships etc... secret relationship is actually my fav trope of all time. Anyway. they're just such a fantastic writer i can't recommend their archive enough !!!

prospects all in the whip by higgsbosonblues: again if it isn't outsider pov then what are we here for... kidding but i loveeee ambiguous narration and nortrell's friendship serving as the backbone of the plot / seeing the progression of 814's relationship through maxf's perspective, user peachbelleni also has an amazing fic with a similar premise but it's from last year so you might already know it??? anyway so fun and dynamic and just such a delightful read :')

roll two ones on the dice by anderstorpgrandprix: i'm sorry for being obsessed with tuva's entire Discography i cannot change TT___TT she is truly a master of striking comedic balance in her work and i am always left experiencing the full spectrum of human emotion after reading anything she writes !!!

turn of the tide by miamimaiden: arranged marriage/royalty au with such charming characterization ;__; i love the pacing of this fic and the usage of snapshot scenes ! also just perfect banter across the board

tried to keep it to fics from the past 2 months... perhaps you're already familiar with all of these but i am giving them another endorsement anyway :')

[fostopia]

Ok you guys seem to really like both my style and the Tethered AU doodle I did so Here’s more about that au + the old doodles I did of it

The official tags are #tmc tethered au, #tethered au, and #tethered together Starting off! This au came to life after my RP partner and I started up one together based on a plot idea I had. The idea of the Tethered AU [I also call it Tethered Together sometimes] is one that obviously strays from canon (because canon killed my Vol 1 and 2 victim duos, and I love them too much to let them go /p) Basically, after their deaths Mark and Cesar die they become ghosts, both spirits hold a resemblance to how they offed themselves due to M.A.D.-- Mark has a bullet wound and Cesar has a neck wound. [fun fact about Mark, he never stops bleeding. This poor guy stains so much shit] Mark’s ghost has angel wings because of his devotion to religion when alive; his devotion makes him-- in a sense-- holier than Gabriel for apparent reasons; he now has wings.  Now here’s where the Vol 2 victims come in. After Mark and Cesar met up in the afterlife [or well, a few months after because Mark couldn't stomach even looking at Cesar for a while due to alt!Cesar] they ended up staying at Cesar’s house-- after all, being dead means they didn’t have much reason to leave, and Mark doesn’t like being seen by humans. They’re still there when Jonah and Adam show up. The two do still have their argument, but Mark stops Jonah from leaving (by appearing in the back of the van and scaring the shit out of him) and Cesar stops Adam (who wasn’t affected at all) Though these two are a little bit dumb, Mark and Cesar accidentally ‘tether’ to them, so Adam and Jonah are just stuck with these two ghosts.

I like to imagine that this is the dynamic the quad has

That’s the main premise of the au I’ve got in writing, but there is something else I plan to dabble in. “What is that” you may ask? Well. You know the little doodle I put with Jonah going ‘I feel an impending sense of doom right now’? That is where alt!Cesar comes in.

I like to imagine that alternates cannot physically attack or interact with humans unless they have a physical body-- the alternate that killed Cesar took over his body.

ANYWAYS Here are some of the little things I have about this au off the top of my head

First about the characters Sarah is included because she plays a minor role :D

Cesar - any/all - ADHD - Mexican

Mark - he/him - ADHD, PTSD, GAD - Filipino American

Jonah - he/they - ASD, ADHD, GAD - Colombian + Peruvian

Adam - he/him - BPD - British American

Sarah - she/her - ADHD - Filipino American

Jonah and Adam are 17 and 18 [ordered by age]

Mark and Cesar were 17 and 18 when they died

Sarah is 19

Jonah and Mark both suffer from general paranoia so they're constantly on edge

Jonah and Adam met in school when they were 9/10 and met Sarah freshman year; she told them about BPS and Adam wanted to take the leap to try and figure out what happened to his mom so he dropped out to focus on it Jonah had a semi-promising future ahead of him but Adam was all he had left to lose, so he dropped out as well to join Adam on his search.

The ghosts are able to go invisible to avoid being seen. Mark is too nervous to show himself to Sarah, so he stays hidden around her.

If I can think of anything else I'll edit this but ask questions if you'd like!!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hey Raven! 👋🏻 I just went through your #my art, and i wanted to tell you that i really really really like your artworks of Miss Raven and Co. You truly put a lot of effort into your artwork, and it shows! With each new drawing, you seem to be getting better! ✏️💕

As i mentioned earlier, i really liked your Miss Raven drawings! they're so cute! especially when you drew Miss Raven in alternative clothing. I also like how much detail you put in your designs for Miss Raven, like the ones for the Fairy Gala or Masquerade Ball are so beautiful 🥺 and still fit her character!

The one you did with her wearing different dorm uniforms from each dorm was such a cool idea! it was interesting to see how she may have appeared if Miss Raven was transferred to said dorms! call me biased, but i liked the octavinelle design the most 😂 but poor Miss Raven. If she had to work part-time in Mostro lounge, she'll have to avoid two predatory Eels 😭 One wants to tease her while the other either wants to squeeze her or dump all his work on her cuz he isn't feeling it today, then there's Azul who takes advantaged of the fact that Miss Raven is close to headmaster Crowley and makes profit 📈 Run Miss Raven Run!!!

Anyway, I think i'm going to steal her away and fight off a certain dangerous and manipulate Eel, a Skilful Hunter, a Lazy Lion, and a dude with the power of christ (idk is Rollo x Raven even a thing?!).

I always look forward to seeing a new artwork of yours truly~

[Referencing this tag!]

Wehhh 😭 I’m glad you find enjoyment in my silly little doodles! Art is definitely an area I’m less comfortable with, but I do like dabbling in it when the mood strikes.

There’s something therapeutic in designing a new look for your OC! You take the time to consider their individual style, the overall theme, and how you can marry the two to create a cute outfit~ I’m really happy with how Raven’s Fairy Gala Couture came out; it’s definitely one of my favorite looks for her. The Masquerade outfit was also fun for me to assemble, but it seems a lot less cohesive in hindsight (probably because I didn’t line + color it, so it’s harder to distinguish individual elements??).

The NRC dorm uniforms (+ the sequel with RSA and NBC uniforms) was another cool project! I think my favorites from those are the Heartslabyul look (just because I’m a sucker for the Alice in Wonderland aesthetic + Raven is twisted from the raven in its infamous riddle), the Diasomnia look (it gives “fairy tale princess turned knight” energy), and the Noble Bell look (because the extra fabric is nice and flowy). You can see how the environment and the personality of each school/dorm influences her, right? ^^ It’s also interesting to think about how differently Raven might have turned out if each of these places had more of an influence on her life.

Bruh 💀 I think she’d die if she worked at the Mostro Lounge, dealing with customers and shady coworkers and employer… though that’s not to say that any of the other dorms would necessarily be better! Miss Raven would have gripes with or rivals in each of them somehow. It’s the Night Raven College way, I guess??

One of these things is not like the other… Looking back on it, 3 out of 4 of those are basically predatory-prey dynamics there there’s a type developing and I don’t know if I like it/j 😂 I’d say Jade’s the “main” love interest, while Rook’s the “oh, he’s cute” one… L*ona kind of started as a crack ship but now I think it’s more of a one-sided thing?? Like, Miss Raven still sees L*ona as sort of a rival, whereas he’s grown a little fond of her but knows he can’t do much to sway her… It’s the eternally “second place” syndrome… 😔

Rollo has the most complex relationship with her (sure, call it a ship if you want 😂), built primarily on a strange savior complex. He did some heinous stuff and dislikes her because she’s very pro-magic—but I think there’s a part of him that feels like she’s a lost lamb that’s been led astray by Draconia and therefore he needs to “save” and “correct” her. Problem is, he’s bad at Emotions so his anger gets redirected at Miss Raven herself. Meanwhile, Miss Raven realizes the similarities between herself and Rollo, so she wants to be a friend to him. She sort of forces him to be her pen pal (thinking that writing down how he feels will help him cope with what happened). So weirdly enough, Raven wants to “save” Rollo and Rollo wants to “save” Raven (but both suck at communicating well).

Who knows, we’ll see how things play out from here Nd when the whim to draw strikes next 📝

[tradetobest]

ahh sorry back again bc i can't help myself... this is all too good...

the idea of willy playing like. distant wingman for mitch is so funny. i can only imagine what their text convos look like, just strings of updates of "auston just walked past but he's going to the gym... i think i heard kniesy looking for you earlier, you should find him" and "you should have seen him today, you would have thought i told him i was kicking puppies when i said you called in" and mitch trying sooo hard to be normal about it bc how do you even approach any of that!!! also, do you have any more willy hcs!! i love the idea of him being so giggly at the front desk <3

i'm literally obsessed w little server trio cc/jh/tz... like i know the three of them will get caught up in some gossip and forget they're working just to get irrationally annoyed when someone asks them for help like they're not At work... jh and tz doing the whole "i'll do it if you do it" ruse about their men and then neither of them ever end up actually doing anything, because that would be too easy... (also, i kinda need jamie angsting over how cute he thinks his server is but also knowing better than to hit on someone who's working and can't say no so he's just pining from afar. not like he'd know what to say to ask him out anyway, but!!) any time jamie comes in tz has automatic dibs on his table, even if he's on the other side of the clubhouse from the section trevor is meant to be managing...

your little woller doodle has me in knots i... his smile is SO cute i can't get over him. best kids club staff member who has ever existed...

please keep coming back i am LOVING this

as for more willy hcs hmm…. willy To Me is like. everyone describes him as the most Cool Likeable Chill guy ever but those subway commercials have him being such a goof so i think the combination of Fun and Chill vibes has him at the front desk most of the time, where he Will charm your wife and he Will also charm you, and where he is also privvy to Literally Everything that goes on. want to know some course drama? ask willy. want to know the relationship status of those two guys who always come to the course together? willy will know it.

also. idk but like. willy has the vibe of someone who would bring a sticker sheet to work and just give a kid a lil sticker once in a while when hes in a good mood. idk. i think thats cute i feel like it would be Fun Chill Willy Vibes to do……

followup i think he also can just Get Away with stuff at work bcs the old course boss just let him do shit and the new one cant stop him. Free Roaming Employee Willy Nylander.

i tried for So Long to draw lil gossip circle cc/jh/tz but it was just Nawt coming out i am SO sorry BUT oh my god the jamie wanting to not hit on trevor at work is so real. jamie just sitting there like Don't Hit On Him. He's Working. That's A Bad Power Dynamic. and trevor is like. *auston matthews lean* heyyyy to him ALL THE TIME just like praying jamie will do something to let him know he's interested....

also trevor like letting the host know to always seat jamie in his section and he WILL sprint across the restaurant to serve him. jamie just watching z RUN towards him. so funny.

THANK U woller was so fun to draw,,, he fr is the best kids club staff

[ignisregina]

Do you have any ships for Marianne or Daighre? If you do, would you like to gush about them?

i woke up to this (two days ago lol) and was like 'whoa don't give me too much platform about this topic' hahaha

okay just IM GIVING YOU ONE LAST CHANCE TO BACK OUT lol no too late for that. this isn't just romantic ships but also friendships because uwu i love it when someone adopts marianne.

aight so fiiiirst, @dcwnthercbbithcle IDK MAN, I THINK WE'VE BEEN FOLLOWING EACH OTHER FOREVER why did we just talk now coz Fiadh and my baby just clicked together so well. i'm always super happy to find muses that are involved in the cycle one verse coz i think marianne is somehow a different person back then living a different life altogether. it's a pretty confined life, yes, and that's why i'm so happy she has fiadh aka literal force of nature. i think bunni just knows how to talk to me coz we just keep yelling back and forth at each other about daighre and fiadh and it's all fun and games until your bestie chooses to kick the bucket on you after all you've been through - literal lore getting written because of their shenanigans, going through a war and grief, balancing their domains and friendship together, and then she's gone and you have to go through your long lame life alone. and the best part is meeting again in the future and knowing things have changed between them but they're kinda clinging to some semblance of the past, one because she remembers, the other coz she does not. HAVE YOU SEEN THE LONG HEADCANONS BUNNI WRITES FOR THEM I CANNOT I AM CRY

next is allie. i'm so thankful for @wildcxrds for being marianne's first bestie when she got back in the rp scene. i love this because they share the same element - fire - but have veeery different dispositions. where marianne is temperamental, allie is patient. where marianne is quick to anger, allie is all patience. and extra points because allie is an orphan and yet she's the one who sort of adopted marianne. anyway, i'm so glad i'm seeing you around again! excited to write with you once more!!!

@cfgcdsandmcnsters's malakai. this guys should be a lesson to all that when you say "sEnD shIppY meMes EvEn if wE DoN'T hAVe A shIP" WILL GET YOU A MEME AND A SHIP AHAHAHA. oKAY BUT FIRST LET ME SAY THAT LILA IS LITERALLY THE BEST HGJSFGJSHDFGJHG SO AMAZINg. I'm so terribly sorry Marianne isn't as creative as Malakai and all she can come up with is a dumb nickname while she gets something poetic AF ahahahaha. I'm sorry what, i can't hear you over eventide sun HAHAHAHA. he's sooo gentle with her and it kinda annoys her? like 'wtf you can't always put me first, mal'. never thought marianne would ever hang out in a punk club but what can we do...

@vihilum and i one day jumped on discord and just planned the entire dynamics of reed and marianne and HOW DID THAT HAPPEN? OH yes because i randomly doodled a thing and bam! ship. anyway, i know you're not here a lot but i just want to say anyway that i loved what we talked about and your enthusiasm for their dynamics. your demon child reed will always have a home in marianne whenever your guys are back.

and you're last @heksery because i can (no because you have two, wtf that's illegal). this is funny coz we were both out of tumblr when it happened, there were memes before there were even ships, and honestly, the ships happened because of the memes. ironically, i haven't finished the meme that started this. it's not much but i will finish it anyway otherwise i will feel like i've tricked u into doing this HAHAHAHA. i think i once said their trope is found family but how to unfind them HAHAHA i love that Marianne gets some degree of pass from jules and pat HAHAHAHA

if you've heard of fun's some nights "coz i could use some friends for a change", i guess that's her thing with jules especially. like, does she fully trust jules? no, but she's not looking for someone who will 100% not stab her in the back and who has a shiny moral compass. she's there for jules' strength and no-nonsense attitude and her begrudging way of showing love because, i think, at the back of her mind marianne knows she has also this begrudging way of accepting love. if jules wants to take care of people but she doesn't wanna admit it, marianne wants to be taken care of but HAHA she doesn't recognize it either so jules can insult her and she can angrily accept.

idk what she liked about patrick. he's hot? but yeah no kidding, it's probably that plus the swag and power and his hair lol. that's soooo sexy to her but also annoying AF. and your boi can't resist egging her on and she can't resist wanting to take him down a notch but they have to watch their tempers because it's either breaking the bed or breaking the house probably. just like with jules, i don't think marianne would ever admit it but she feels safe in his presence because she knows he could take her attitude and he could also take her on - in a banter, in a fight, in *ahem* other stuff - like in terms of power he can match her. so it's basically the touch her and you die but also touch him and you die so just let me scream quietly in my corner thanks

haha oh well i think that's all. i probs said too much, but hey, you asked XD I just wanna thank everyone who puts up with me about this ahahaha *sinks back to the sea*

[wibble-wobbegong]

Can I have some Micheal headcanons pretty please 🤸‍♂️

number one headcanon: he can and will be a fan of system of the down bc it’s literally autism metal with specific critique of the us government. Literally him but metal

because of this drawing will made, i like to think he and will’s favorite movie as younger kids was monty python and the holy grail!! the way will drew the man being eaten is pretty similar to the black knight from the movie after he loses his limbs

idk it has the type of stupid humor i think they’d love, plus all the fantasy elements.

i feel like they would also both pretend to gag and throw up whenever the house of virgins scenes started because ewwwwww girls have cooties 😝 and they watch it when they’re older but instead of gagging like little kids they make fun of the clear over exaggerations and stereotypes. neither of them could imagine any of the women in their lives being like that

i think mike can draw a little bit. he’s by no means Will Byers but i think he’s been doing little sketches in the margins of his notebooks his whole life so he was bound to learn how to draw some things. he can’t do crazy dynamic stuff, but he’s got a stupid cartoon orc he draws all over the place and he tried to copy different comic book art styles for fun sometimes so he’s got a unique little doodle style. when he gets really into one of his worlds while writing and can’t think of a way to describe a certain thing, he tries to do a mini sketch of it at the top right of the notebook paper so he can envision it a little more easily

SPEAKING OF he totally spent like 30 minutes trying to master the skater S to impress will (he’s known how to do it for months and hasn’t told mike)

he color codes his class materials and gets pissed when anyone disagrees with the colors he assigned to each class. lucas said english was yellow and he didn’t talk to him for like 3 days (they still passed notes during chemistry when lucas needed help with the math or mike couldn’t remember a chemical formula)

he has physical files he keeps of his friends, like reference notes and concerns and reminders, and they all sit under his bed. if you ask him this is Completely Normal behavior

when he and will move out to the city, he finds out he loves the ballroom scene. he never participates because he would trip and fall if he tried to do anything those people do but he adopts the flashiness into his style a little bit, kinda like how he sucked a little bit of eddie into his new look. like kirby. anyway i think he flares things up a little when he moves out to the city with bracelets and long shirts with flares at the wrists and his rhinestone belt over jeans and boots he got for $5 and they have a two inch heel to make him even taller. i don’t know anything about fashion but i think he adopts some ballroom flair into his look in the 90’s

he gets the heart+crown tattooed over the scar he got trying to sacrifice himself to save will

hates beer but drinks it as a teenager anyway if it’s an option, but as he gets older and into his more “fuck it we ball” attitude he learns that he REALLY likes mimosas and just any kind of wine

shockingly good at table tennis. He should not be good at table tennis the way he plays but he Is and it’s Weird

he can do the thing with your finger where you bend it to make it looks like it’s broken and he used it as a kid to make dustin feel a little better about his own stuff

HAAAAAATES shrimp. Absolutely despises it.

whenever he revisits hawkins he lays a flower down on the field for bob, barb, and eddie and tells them he hopes they’re doing okay wherever they are. sometimes he holds eddie’s flower a little longer and thanks him for all his help and talks about his latest dnd campaign or date plans with will (he likes to think eddie would be proud that he finally accepted it and even managed to win will’s heart back)

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[booksandabeer]

so this isn't on the fic rec asks sheet you posted but I was wondering if you're following any wips at the time? And if yes, do you have one your most excited about about updates?

(english isn't my first language so sorry for any mistakes)

Hello there, inquiring person! 

I do indeed follow some WIPs, let's do a little round-up of what comes to mind right now, shall we? 

(this is by no means a complete list of all the WIPs I follow and there are also quite a few that I haven't even gotten started on but I just *know* will be fantastic, but even I can't read everything all at once.)

Here we go:

the world on fire by burlesquecomposer | 54K, Ch 18/?, Mature

Author’s summary: Steve loves old vinyl records, doodles on his files, and cannot remember a time that he didn't serve the TVA. And that suits him just fine—that is, until stray variant Bucky Barnes, fresh out of HYDRA's grasp, drops into his time theater and makes Steve question everything he believes in.

I've rec'd this one before but I like it so much and I think that it is criminally underread, so I'm just gonna mention it here again. Please read this gem of a story. It's well written, has a super fun premise,  clever plotting, wonderful characterizations, and a firm grasp on the SteveBucky dynamic.

The Hand of a Devil by @tessabennet | 37K, Ch 13/30 Explicit | Part 3 in What I'm Looking For series

Author’s summary: While Steve is buried under Arctic ice, frozen in time, Bucky Barnes is alive; and he has been turned into a weapon by his enemies, living as the Fist of Hydra - the Winter Soldier. It is a half-life, and the years are long and full of pain, as the world keeps on changing. This is part three of the series, [...] it spans the years between 1945 and 2012, following Bucky during his time as the Winter Soldier, but also some other familiar faces along the way.

Can I interest you in 30 chapters (well, currently 13) of PAIN? It is very well-written pain, I promise! With lots of historical details, great mission chapters, lots of insights into the Soldier's and Bucky's mind (whenever he resurfaces), and a really interesting take on how the trigger words were implanted. I *think* this can be read without knowledge of the first two parts, but to get the whole experience and to really understand all the references (which is half the...umm...fun?): do yourself the favor and just start at the beginning.

The Last First Time by seapigeon | 55K, Ch 3/4, Explicit

Author’s summary: In which two men out of time decide to join forces to take down the worst version of the Time Variance Authority, and gain a lot more than just victory. [...] Part post-EG fix-it, part Loki journey of self-discovery, and part ‘Let Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes Be Happy’. Plus plenty of other things. 

I was a bit hesitant to read this at first since it also features Steve/Loki (and even a hint of  WWThreesome, but it’s really only a brief reference, and SteveBucky is very much endgame in this) and that’s usually just not something that I personally like to read. BUT I love and trust this author so I decided to give it a try anyway. And oh, I’m so glad I did. This story is not just an EG-Fix-it, it also improves immeasurably on parts of Loki, TFATWS, and even Wandavision. It is pretty much the smarter, kinder version of the MCU post-EG. 

And then we have two fics that haven’t been updated in a while, but they’re not abandoned (at least to my knowledge). I will literally drop everything and run to my laptop the very moment the next chapters of these get posted:

Let me go to the window by @743ish | 16K, Ch 3/?, Explicit | Part 4 in A Home Game series

Author’s summary: “He feels like he's been reading the whole day from a book, following each line with his finger, and now that they’re alone, in arm’s reach, with the deadbolt turned firmly on the door, he’s lost his place on the page. He doesn’t know how much he can do, how soon Bucky is willing to let him give in to this. How much longer Steve has to pretend he hasn’t been dying all day from wanting him.”

In 1952, Steve Rogers has begun to live again. Down the line, it's gonna cost him.

I guess I could categorize this as a Mid-century Shrunkyclunks AU? Steve still became Captain America in this universe, but he survived the war, and in 1952 he goes to a Baseball game and meets veteran Bucky Barnes, and things go from there. 

I guess you could read this part without the first three, but really why would you want to do this? Start at the beginning! The writing is exquisite & the characterizations are excellent, and on top of that you get an interesting exploration of how Steve would experience the political and social climate of post-war America in the 1950s and his role as a national symbol in it. I feel woefully incapable of conveying just how good this story is. It is so quiet and measured in a way, but also so full of capital-F Feelings. The author tagged this with ‘Intensely Requited Love’ and yes, that’s it. That’s exactly it.     

i will soar, then by @pinballbrain | 61K, Ch 8/9, Teen | Sam/Bucky!

Author’s summary:  Bucky Barnes gets a new therapist. But he's not the only one who needs to. aka Bucky gets his shit together and does right by Sam. 

A Post-TFATWS character study of Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson. Yes, it’s told from Bucky’s POV and it is Bucky-centric, but that doesn’t mean that Sam gets short shrift in this at all. He’s not treated as Bucky’s crutch or his therapist. Instead, they both grow, and learn from, and lean on each other, and it’s written with so much love and empathy for both characters--I honestly never want this to end! 

So there you have it, these are my recs for today. 

You can always send in more requests for recs or other questions if you feel so inclined!

[itstaisstuff]

I know it's a bit late, but are we talking about rarepairs? 👀👀👀

I know we'd usually go with Tangdubs, but like me being me I just kinda adore Skizz ships a lot. Anyways, Skizzdubs and Skleo are both so good and under looked? Especially Skleo cus those two make a fun dynamic I just want to see more ;o;

Honorary mentioned of the Poly disaster that is Bdubs + ZITS. It's 70% Bdubs/Skizz begging their partners to sleep, 20% them killing eachother, and 10%... well... *motions at them* spice.

- Christie (+ Sigil (he doesn't have a alter intro, L))

Ah yes you're so right!!! I remember talking about ZITS+Bdubs a while ago, and honestly, this idea still lives in my brain. Good job. The ZITS+Bdubs propaganda got me.

But OHHHH MY. I've never actually thought about Skleo, BUT OH. OHHH!!! yeah I can totally see it and I absolutely love it!! (I really wanted to doodle something w them for this answer but eh. Fuck artblock. Sorry it took so long. But maybe some sketches in the future...if you keep providing me with great ideas👀)

[digitalgate02]

So, we finished Deka + 10YA movie last night, on my birthday (it was fun i'm very thankful for that night ;v; )

This series is very episodic but I like the small continuity it has, and also how the main cast like each other enough to feel like a family, with Boss/Swan as parents

I loved this series, its 10YA movie felt a very nice Anniversary movie where they all has parted their ways but, as Ban says, they will always be together.

And Ban pretty much grew on me through the main series because although he's loud and a fireball, he's pretty soft.

I remember i said i was super duper concerned about him always being loud and yelling, because gosh that might hurt… But the moment he starts talking normally and become more serious, i was getting that he's so nice and sweet, and with a strong sense of justice. Also stupid.

You can say, i really liked him because of the Shounen Hero hairstyle in real life (lol), but also because of his personality and character growth. If you know me, there's another certain character who's abrasive in its exterior, but very soft and nice inside (hint: Digi02)

I love this group's dynamic so hard, and how Ban is the heart of the SPD Earth Branch (as Umeko puts in the 10YA movie) -- I love them all by the way, but i guess my most favorite of them is definitely Ban 🤣

If one thing i'm upset it the OP not adding Tetsu to the final part of the hair flip… Until the final last episodes. Like… Isn't Tetsu not considered part of the group yet? ._. Also of course my second favorite boy would be a tie between Sen-chan and Tetsu.

I think i have to say i also like how Tetsu's initial friction with the group (Ban mostly) is solved in basically one episode, and then he starts acting like a very puppy and charismatic junior of the group.

Meanwhile Sen-chan is so scary when angry… And extremely smart too.

I loved Sen-chan a lot, he's nice and funny, but very passionate about helping others, and caring about them all. You could believe he's kida weird or lazy, but i think him being mostly intellectual and passionate is what sold his character to me (also Savers ED1 is so good!!)

as for Umeko, Jasmine and Houji… Look, i love them all! But i feel like to explain how i felt about them needs to spoil things, so i will be quite vague 💦

Houji definitely has a smug and pride face, but he's so dedicated to his work and duty that's very inspiring for me. Also i feel like, most of his episodes were extremely painful but this only shows how human he is -- He's very emotional. Also he's pretty c'mon 🤣

Jasmine is an ESPer and i kept hearing this line so many times that i think i can recite it from the bottom of my heart. I like how her special ability and how she uses it as some trick in some episodes. She still has the best comments and nicknames ever.

Her and Umeko had a perfect match because with a cute clumsy Umeko and a very skilled Jasmine the dynamic was indeed interesting. And the ED2 song?? It's so cute and the footage is pretty fun~~ (i'd ship Umeko/Jasmine too, just like SenUme, Umeko has two hands ok)

So… Umeko is, just like Ban, the glue that sticks them all imo. She's pretty straightforward but kinda clumsy, she's tiny but full on creative solutions and i feel bad when she's trying to have a good bath and the criminals appear to ruin her time.

I have so many "yeah same" at Umeko's personality, and i feel like she's so endearing and cares deeply about the others and that's so good in her. Maybe she's one of my most favorite Pink girls in the Sentai franchise.

Boss and Swan are very dad and mom-like, and i like they have no fear in acting like their parents, especially having one episode of Swan referring to the SPD squad as "their children" 🫢 I think the romance between them is very unsubtle lol

Anyway that's all?? That's all i felt about this series without heavy spoilers. I wanna draw them all so you can enjoy my doodles of Ban on this artblog.

Thank you for reading 💙

[lessthanpure]

Evandria and Certak Chapter 2

Summary: Getting to know each other.

Tags: modern royalty, werewolves, A/B/O dynamics, forced marriage, slow burn (as slow as i’m capable of writing anyway)

No warnings in this chapter but they will come.

Wordcount: 3203

18+ only

Rating: Explicit (well, not really, but the fic will be porny so that's why)

ao3 link

The two weeks are boring . But Skylar learns some small things about Kyle, almost accidentally. She learns that he loves to read, especially mysteries, and can get engrossed in a book for hours and forget to do anything else. So she puts food in front of him when it comes and he barely takes his eyes off the page to eat. 

Kyle also likes to watch her play Minecraft because he sucks at it. He watches her kill enemies with ease and build complicated redstone contraptions, asking question after question. She answers them all patiently and shows him tutorials that she learned from and gives him tips and tricks she’s picked up over the years.

Then Skylar sees him pick up a paper and pencil and ‘doodle.’ It turns out gorgeous, swirling patterns that fill up the page in the outline of a person. She compliments it and he turns bright red. But he does draw more for her, showing her the ‘good’ drawings he saved on his phone. He always finds some fault or other in them. “Kyle, no one is ever harder on you than you,” Skylar says when he’s ripping apart his own piece. “No one can see your vision in your head, and so when they see it they don’t know where it exactly lines up,” she points out.

Skylar is nervous but reads him some of her poetry. Kyle listens, enraptured. He compliments the way she can ‘weave words’ and make him think about things from a different angle. Her own face must be bright red when he finishes. She also reads him some of her short stories and he laughs at the right parts and gasps at others. 

“You could publish,” Kyle exclaims. “People would go nuts for it.”

“If I ever did, I would use a pen name,” Skylar shrugs. “I don’t want someone to pick it up just because a high lord’s daughter wrote it.”

“Your work would stand on its own,” he promises. She smiles. 

At the end of the two weeks, they leave the room. They go to the informal dining room and have breakfast together. Royal Advisor Raymond walks in and smirks at them. He inhales deeply and his smirk gets even more predatory.

“Hi, Kyle,” Royal Advisor Raymond says, sitting across from his cousin. “How was your honeymoon,” he asks, folding his hands on the table. Skylar feels her face heat up. 

“Fine, Ray,” Kyle says, glaring at him.

“I’m glad.” The Royal Advisor looks at Skylar. “And how did you like the two weeks you were alone with your husband,” he asks.

“Very much, Royal Advisor Raymond.”

“Call me Ray. After all, we’re family now.”

“Ray,” she repeats.

“I’m glad you two enjoyed yourselves,” Ray smiles and stands. “Now if you’ll excuse me,” he says. He walks away. 

Kyle watches Ray leave, gut tightening. Skylar doesn’t notice and keeps eating. 

Ray is smug as he walks. Kyle hadn’t claimed Skylar. This should be fun. He secures an audience with his King and approaches him. Ray stands with his hands behind his back and spine straight. “What is it, Ray,” King Rowland asks. 

“I just came back from breakfast with Crown Prince Kyle and his new bride, Your Majesty.”

“And that is of interest to me why?”

“Because she hasn’t been claimed.”

King Rowland stills and Ray watches, barely suppressing his smirk, as his eyes grow thunderous. “Are you sure?”

“Quite, Your Highness.”

“I’ll summon them at once. Thank you for the information, Ray.” Ray bows his head. He waits to be dismissed. “Ray,” his King says, pensive.

“Yes, sire?”

“I don’t think that Lady Skylar and my son are the best match,” he admits. Ray’s mind starts to work.

“Of course they aren’t, Your Highness. A Crown Prince and the youngest daughter of a high lord are hardly equal.”

“My thinking exactly, Ray.” King Rowland steeples his fingers and thinks. “But this alliance is important,” he muses. “And I hardly want Lady Skylar to be wed to a Second Prince- she isn’t a match even for him.” King Rowland sighs deeply.

“Permission to speak freely, sire,” Ray asks.

“Permission granted.”

“What if I were to wed her,” Ray asks. King Rowland looks at him, thinking. 

“Go on.”

“The Royal Advisor is a suitable choice,” Ray continues, keeping his expression and voice earnest and helpful instead of lustful. “High enough not to be seen as an insult, but not directly connected to the royal family. That would free both Princes to wed people more…appropriate,” he offers. 

King Rowland tilts his chin up slightly, examining Ray. “Do you have any ideas on how to get Lady Skylar away from my son?”

“Not currently,” Ray says. “But there are ways to do it, if she remains unclaimed.”

“You think my son would willingly hand her over,” King Rowland asks, eyebrow raised.

“There must be some reason he didn’t claim her. Perhaps if you discovered why, it would make it easier.”

King Rowland hums. “You’ve given me a great deal to think about, Ray. You may go.”

Ray bows and turns on his heel, leaving the room. Ray smirks as soon as he’s out. 

King Rowland takes some time alone to think. Ray makes excellent points- he’s the Royal Advisor for a reason, after all. He’s counseled his King well over the years. And King Rowland trusts him to provide the same sound advice to his son once he is gone. 

King Rowland rubs his chin. Lady Skylar wedded to Ray? That’s an interesting idea. If they can manage it, it would be a fine choice. As Ray pointed out, he’s high-ranking yet not directly royalty. If he’s right and Kyle hasn’t claimed Lady Skylar yet, it would make it easier. Perhaps his son isn’t interested in her. And why would he be? She’s the youngest daughter of a mere high lord. She hasn’t had the proper upbringing to be able to match him in the slightest. Kyle is most likely bored, especially after two weeks. After all, if he hasn’t claimed her yet there’s a slim chance he will in the future. And King Rowland isn’t blind- he can see the girl is beautiful. Long brown hair, lightly tanned skin, warm almost-honey colored eyes, a full figure. He sends a guard to fetch the hopefully-not-happily wedded couple. 

“Crown Prince Kyle,” a guard says. 

“Yes,” Kyle turns. He and Skylar had finished eating and were just talking. 

“King Rowland desires to speak with you and your wife.”

“Of course,” Kyle nods. He stands and Skylar follows him. She’s nervous. Why would Kyle’s father want to see her?

They’re led to the visiting council room. The guard posted outside knocks. The door is opened and Kyle and Skylar walk through. The door is shut behind them. 

“Father,” Kyle says, approaching where his father is seated at one of the chairs at the round table. Skylar follows him. 

“Kyle. I trust that you enjoyed these past couple weeks with your new bride,” King Rowland says. Skylar’s face heats up even more than when Ray had said it. 

“I have.”

“Good. Lady Skylar? Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“Excellent. Lady Skylar, you may go. Kyle, a private word,” King Rowland says. Kyle nods and Skylar bows- she isn’t wearing a skirt- before she leaves. 

Skylar checks the time and goes to where Kim likes to go between her duties- the garden. She finds her friend sitting on the grass under an oak, face turned towards the sun. “Kim,” Skylar calls.

“Hey, Sky,” Kim grins. Skylar sits next to her and sighs. “What’s up?”

“Kyle’s with his dad,” Skylar explains. “And I needed someone to talk to.”

“What’s wrong,” Kim asks gently. 

“I don’t know,” Skylar sighs. “Everyone that isn’t a Beta we’ve spoken to seems to want to know what Kyle and I did the past couple weeks,” she blushes. 

“Ugh. I’m glad I’m a Beta. From what you’ve told me, there’s too much knowing going on. Being able to smell when my parents bone? No thanks,” Kim snorts.

Skylar laughs. “Yeah, that takes some getting used to. Smelling emotions is weird,” she shrugs. “Knowing when someone’s angry or turned on sucks. Useful at times, but still sucks.”

Kyle looks at his father, who looks pensive. “Kyle,” King Rowland says. “Is there a reason you haven’t claimed Lady Skylar?”

“Father,” Kyle protests. “That’s personal.”

“If there’s an issue, I can help.”

“There’s no issue. Thank you for your concern.”

“But you haven’t claimed her, correct?”

“Correct,” Kyle says. It’s no use lying- the nose knows. 

“Why not? Is it because she’s beneath your station?”

“No,” Kyle says. “Father, I don’t want to talk about this,” he admits.

“Kyle, you know how important this alliance is for us,” King Rowland says. “If you don’t claim her soon, King Windham might get offended.”

“There’s no offense intended.”

“I understand that. But King Windham might not.”

Kyle sighs. “I never wanted this,” Kyle says quietly. 

“The marriage?”

“Yes.”

“There’s still time. I can figure something out,” King Rowland assures him. 

“No thank you, Father. I’ll stay with Skylar. I’ll get used to it.”

“Alright. But if there’s anything you want to talk about, I’m here.”

“Thank you, Father.”

“You may go.”

Kyle bows and leaves. As he walks back to the informal dining room, he thinks. It’s true- he never wanted this marriage. And neither did Skylar. But if this is what peace means, he’ll do it. After all, his parents have an arranged marriage and they seem happy. Skylar seems kind and he’s sure he’ll grow comfortable with her soon. He takes his phone out of his pocket and sends Skylar a text asking where she is. She replies within five minutes. 

He gets a servant to bring him to the gardens. He soon hears women laughing and follows it. Skylar is sitting with Kim and they’re both happy, talking with their hands and nudging each other. He watches for a few seconds. Skylar’s face is relaxed and she has a nice laugh- it’s loud and unapologetic, just like her. It’s not the controlled, polite laughter of the women of other royal families he’s met. 

“Oh my God, have you ever gently pushed over a big dog,” Kim asks.

“Of course,” Skylar giggles. “They act so surprised.”

“They seem like they’re thinking ‘whatever has happened to me,’” Kim says in a falsely posh voice. “‘But nay! Perhaps I shall make the best of it.’” Skylar rolls onto her back and clutches her stomach, laughing. “‘I might take a nap. Perhaps I may even get lovely belly scratches! The possibilities are endless!’” Skylar’s laughter turns silent and she smacks at Kim. “Meanwhile little dogs are like ‘Vengeance! Death before dishonor! I shall slay whoever has the audacity to push Muffins, the first of his name!’”

“Oh my God, Kim,” Skylar chokes out before dissolving back into laughter. Kyle smiles. Kim starts to chuckle. 

Skylar’s laugh starts to fade and then Kim lunges, getting on top of Skylar and tickling her. Skylar’s laugh comes back full-force as she squirms. “Kim!”

Kyle approaches. “Am I interrupting something,” he asks.

Kim looks over her shoulder and grins at him. She rolls off of Skylar and they’re both now propped up on their elbows, laying back. Skylar is still giggling. Skylar reaches out and taps the grass next to her. “Come sit with us,” she offers, smiling.

“I’ll get grass stains.”

“They wash out. Come on, Kyle!”

Kyle pauses but sits cross-legged in front of Skylar. “You seem like you’re having fun,” he says gently.

“I am,” Skylar smiles. “Kim is hilarious,” she nudges her.

“Oh, stop, you’ll make me blush,” Kim bats her eyelashes.

“How did you two become friends,” Kyle asks. “I mean, a servant and a daughter of a high lord make strange company.”

“Kim and I just grew up with each other. We saw each other for six months straight since we were kids,” Skylar smiles. “We made fast friends.”

“And your parents let you be friends with her,” Kyle asks.

“Why wouldn’t they,” Skylar asks, clearly confused. 

“Don’t they think she’s below your station? No offense,” he directs to Kim.

“No,” Skylar shrugs. “They don’t think anyone is ‘below’ us. There’s just people who are different. With different circumstances and lives. I was always told how if I had been born somewhere else, I might have turned out just like them. It doesn’t matter where or to who you’re born,” Skylar says. “What matters is what you do with yourself. And to prioritize kindness above all else.”

“Huh,” Kyle says quietly. “I never thought of it like that.”

“You’re thinking of it like that now,” Skylar smiles. “And me being friends with the staff was never seen as odd. And Kim decided to come work for us at our estate when she was old enough. We got even closer after that.”

“Is she your personal maidservant,” Kyle asks.

“I never use the word ‘servant,’” Skylar shrugs. “It sounds so…demeaning. Like they’re only there to do your bidding,” she rolls her eyes. “‘Staff’ is a lot better.”

“Sorry. Is she your personal, uh, staff member?”

“I guess so,” Skylar says, looking at Kim and thinking. “We spend the most time together, and she helps me with almost everything. She has the room next to mine in our estate.”

“Wait, there’s no separate serv- staff quarters?”

“No. Here in the castle, yes, but the staff at our estate can take any room they want.”

“Wow,” Kyle says, surprised. 

“Apparently the staff who come to work for us from other families think it’s a big adjustment,” Skylar laughs.

“I can understand why.”

“But my family and I never believed in separating anyone. It feels like the old segregation shit- ‘separate but equal.’ If it’s separate, it’s certainly not equal.” 

Kyle shifts uncomfortably. That makes sense, and the thought that most people who can afford to have servants normally make them live together in a separate part of the home now bothers him. 

A phone alarm goes off. “I gotta go back,” Kim says as she turns it off. “Great seeing you, Sky,” she says as she stands, brushing herself off. Skylar stands and helps her with her back. 

“Always good,” Skylar says with a smile. The young women hug. 

“And it was nice talking to you, too,” Kim smiles at Kyle.

“You too, Kim.”

Kim walks off and Skylar sits back down. Kyle looks at her as she stretches out. He shifts to lay next to her and props himself up on his elbows next to her, on the opposite side Kim was lying on. “So, what did your dad want to talk about,” Skylar asks, looking at him.

“Politics stuff.”

Skylar rolls her eyes and nods. “God, that’s always so boring. I never had to do much of it, but my dad has to. High lords in Evandria are kind of like unofficial Royal Advisors,” she explains. “And King Windham trusts my dad a lot,” she smiles. “So he kind of gets more sway.”

“Maybe that’s why King Windham asked him to let you marry me,” Kyle says.

“Probably,” she shrugs. Her phone makes a soft noise and she rolls slightly towards Kyle to get it out of her back pocket. She hums as she checks it. “Ugh. Politics,” she says, sitting up. Kyle follows her as she stands. “Sorry, I gotta go,” she says. 

“Ok.”

“I’ll text you later, give you more of a tour,” Skylar offers.

“That’d be nice,” he smiles. 

“Later.”

Skylar walks away. Kyle wanders the gardens. It’s small, probably only about a hundred acres, so it doesn’t take long. He sets off in search of something to do.

Skylar goes to her parents. “What’s up,” she asks.

“Are you alright,” her dad asks.

“With what?”

“Crown Prince Kyle,” her mom clarifies. 

“We’re fine. Getting to know each other a bit,” she shrugs. Her mom casts a glance at her dad. 

“Did he, uh,” she starts. She leans in. “Claim you,” she whispers.

Skylar’s face burns and she groans. “First Ray, then King Rowland, now you two,” she complains. “I thought I’d avoid it with Betas.”

“Did he force you,” her dad says. His voice sounds calm, but she can hear the anger under it.

“We didn’t have sex at all.”

Her parents stare at her, shocked. “Really,” her mom asks. “Because you can tell us anything, sweetheart.”

“I know, mom. And really. It’s an arranged marriage, it’s not like we know each other,” Skylar shrugs. “Kyle doesn’t seem to want this any more than I do.”

“I’m sorry this happened,” her dad says. She hugs him. 

“Not your fault. And it isn’t King Windham’s, either. His daughters are too young. I was the next best thing.” She pulls away and smiles gently at him. “Kyle seems nice,” she says as she steps back. “We’ve been talking a lot. I think I can learn to become friends with him.”

“Honey,” her mom says reluctantly. “You have to be more than friends, otherwise you’ll insult King Rowland.”

“He didn’t seem to mind,” she shrugs. “He asked to talk to us, and he didn’t smell angry or seem offended.”

“That’s good,” her dad’s shoulders relax. 

“I haven’t spoken to Queen Rowland yet, but if King Rowland isn’t offended, I’m sure she isn’t either. And if she is, King Rowland will tell her the truth- that Kyle and I have…time,” she admits. “Because it seems like King Rowland loves his son and truly wants what’s best for him,” she smiles. “Which makes him a good man in my book.”

“Ours, too,” her mom smiles, holding her dad’s hand. “Alright, that’s all we wanted to talk about sweetie. Unless you want to talk about something?”

“I’m alright.”

“I can send your dad out,” she offers.

“There’s nothing more to tell you,” Skylar smiles. “I said everything that happened.”

“Good.” Her mom kisses her forehead. “You can go back now.”

“Thanks, mom. Thanks, dad,” she smiles. She leaves and texts Kyle.

‘Done. Where are you?’

She walks towards the center of the castle. ‘I’m in the sunroom,’ Kyle replies. ‘The East one, anyway.’

‘Got it. Be right there.’

Skylar walks there. Kyle is sitting on the couch, his back straight. She sits next to him and relaxes, putting one leg under herself but keeping her shoe off of the cushion. “What do you want to see first,” she asks. “And don’t say the library,” she jokes.

Kyle chuckles. It’s the first time she’s heard him laugh, and it’s a nice one. “Just a basic tour, then.”

Skylar nods and stands up. She leads him around, showing him the various rooms- the five studies, the two rec rooms, the bathrooms in case he needs one, on and on. It takes her two hours to show him everything. “Well, that’s it,” Skylar says. “Sorry it took so long. You’ll make your way around fine soon, I promise,” she smiles. “And if you ever get lost, either send me a picture or ask a staff member, they’ll be more than happy to help.”

“I will. Thank you.” 

It’s lunch and they go eat. 

[watching-pictures-move]

Movie Review | Blown Away (Hopkins, 1994)

When we first meet Jeff Bridges, he seems like a pretty cool dude. His girlfriend and her daughter love him. He brings a great present. He has a cute dog. He wears a Hawaiian shirt. And he's great at his day job of defusing bombs. But what if he's not actually so cool? What if he's hiding something? What if he's secretly... Irish? In contrast, Tommy Lee Jones gives us bad vibes right away. He's got greasy long prison hair from being in prison for a long time. He also kills a guy in his first scene. And he's unambiguously Irish. No doubt about it.

Before anyone accuses me of bigotry, I am merely articulating the central dynamic of this movie. I do not know if director Stephen Hopkins has hate in his heart. But this is the second movie of his I've seen that has a bizarre hatred of a very specific ethnic group. First Predator 2 offered an inexplicably hateful portrayal of Jamaicans, playing up some pretty ugly stereotypes. (I am not being entirely sarcastic. It's a pretty gross element in a movie I mostly enjoy.) And now this turns its crosshairs against the Irish, positing that they're a crazy, bloodthirsty lot, and only by completely denying their ethnic identity can they overcome their violent nature. (I am not being entirely sarcastic. That the movie hinges on a Fourth of July musical performance for its climax tips the movie into some pretty weird "They hate our freedoms" assimilationist territory.)

There are ways to merge this kind of political and ethnic context into a thriller successfully. Those ways are not evident in this film. Instead we get Bridges attempting an Irish accent in exactly two scenes before giving up, so that one could argue that he's successfully assimilated and hidden his identity except in moments of stress. You know, if we're talking out of our asses. We also get Jones grooving to U2 while making bombs. Because they're Irish. I assume Bridges listens to nothing but James Brown's "Living in America" to blend in as an American. I know it can be done because I once spent an entire workday listening to it on repeat. If the song is around six minutes long and I took approximately one six minute bathroom break each hour, that's nine listens an hour. If I worked nine hours that day (I've excluded the lunch hour but added the overtime I no doubt did at the time) and had maybe two hours of meetings, I would have listened to the song sixty-three times. Let's take off a few listens for breaks and human interaction and put it at fifty listens. Now, if the song were "Gravity" from the same album, I likely would have bailed much earlier. Not nearly as good a song, sorry.

Anyway, the movie is sporadically entertaining due to the specificity of the premise. The villain is a mad bomber, so we get lots of contrived bomb-related scenarios. Bomb in a computer. Bomb in headphones. Lethal Weapon 2 already did bomb under a toilet, otherwise we definitely would have gotten that here too. But the movie struggles with its cat and mouse structure because it doesn't provide enough opportunities for the stars to interact. Bridges has some fun scenes with his real-life father Lloyd, and with a cocky new bomb expert played by Forest Whitaker, the two treating their comparative expertise as a dick-measuring contest, wildly swinging their manhoods as they go about their work. Schlong. Johnson. Yankee doodle. Okay, enough euphemisms. Anyway, both of them disappear for much of the movie, and while the movie attempts to have Bridges match Jones' derangement in a scene where the former drunkenly fires a gun in a hot tub, the latter spends most of his scenes alone, so that his mad bomber shtick is placed in a void and becomes totally inert. But as I alluded to earlier, the scenes where he grooves to U2 are pretty funny.

[bonny-kookoo]

Rabbit Boy | JJK x Reader | 🔞

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Wordcount: 10.3k (Long)

Genre: Romance, Friends/strangers to lovers, Smut, BDSM because I'm making that a genre now

Tags/Warnings: BDSM themes (please I'm begging you stop reading my shit if it makes you uncumfortable), mentions of restrainment, light shibari, edging, orgasm denial (very mild), Subspace, Domspace because yes thats a thing, Dom/sub dynamics, Biting, Oral (m and f receiving), riding, and not the horseback kind if you know what I mean, protected sex yes, we love an organized household, there's just so much sweet filth istg

Summary: Jungkook is wild, untamed, and doesn't really commit to anyone for long. But maybe, you're his only exception in this world. Maybe, you're really that perfect partner he's been looking for.

Jungkook likes to think of himself as an artist.

Sure, if people knew exactly what the young man does in his freetime (or as a side job, don't judge, we all want to make money out of our hobbies stop lying to yourself), they would surely look at him differently.

But he's an artist, nonetheless.

Technically, Jungkook also doesn't need to do what he does simply for the money. No, his main job pays very well- considering that he's one of the top elite in his genre of games. He doesn't just merely play and win a game; Jungkook, just like most things he touches, claims complete ownership of the match he's fighting. It's a well known fact that he's someone who likes things for himself. He loves control, craves to lead, and hates to be belittled.

Oh and yeah- financially, investing in an indie-game three years back had also done his bank account some good.

Now, at an age where he can be fully considered a man, and not a boy anymore, he craves control in different aspects of life- and love.

Jungkook has a problem however.

He's wild.

Not in the way one might think he is (although several people could argue that yes, that's also the case in bed..) but generally. He loves to control- but he hates to be tied down.

And a mindset like that doesn't work well with relationships.

He's had them before, don't get him wrong. He's had numerous in the past, but they all either broke apart because he would hold that particular desire back, making him antsy and moody, or he would welcome his partners into his world, and become uncomfortable with the way things would progress.

No, he doesn't want to experiment. He knows exactly what he wants, and if that means he's 'close-minded' and a bad person, then so be it for him.

He never liked the constant company in his apartment anyways.

"Ah, I've seen her before. She's usually a regular for Yoongi though." Taehyung says, checking a name for Jungkook, who's doodling on a napkin while he waits for his new appointment to show up. "I see. I forgot that Yoongi took some days off recently- that's probably why she's now under your hand." He explains, and Jungkook huffs, his blonde hair tickling his cheek.

"So I'll have to adjust? I mean, Yoongi's style is pretty different from mine." The young man says, not looking up. He simply continues his little sketch of braided hair, while the lanky guy behind the counter clicks away on his laptop.

"Probably? I can't check the logs since they're private, but from what I know Yoongi only did the usual with her." he explains, shrugging as he looks at his friend and colleague. "I can re-schedule her to Hoseok if you want?" He asks, and Jungkook, after finishing his drawing, lets the pen fall and stretches.

"Yeah, that would probably be best. Wouldn't know what to do if she drops- rather not have him rip my head off, thanks." He says, before he gets up.

"Ah- you're still coming over tonight right? Y/N said she's gonna cook for us." He says, and Jungkooks body shivers a little.

Your name is nothing new to him, but the reaction to it most certainly was. You're a friend of Yoongi and Hoseok, having joined in on their gaming nights a few months ago after Yoongi had insisted you couldn't stay alone on a christmas day. Jungkook had never really asked why you were alone in the first place, but he had never really cared much for it either. Sure, you were an absolute gem to look at; technically absolutely his type, but he had early on decided not to pursue anything at all with you. He knew friendship wouldn't stay friendship with you, his own hunger way too large to simply be satiated by platonic gestures-

and he was also sure you wouldn't be able to handle him, truly. The conversation with Jimin, one of your best friends, had changed nothing about that. Because he didn't know you well enough to quite know if you were only bark and no bite- or if you were genuinely craving the same things he did.

But most recently, there had been a change in his opinion on you. Because he had seen you, come out of this place, out of Yoongis studio.

You knew about all of this- and you were still around.

Nothing had changed.

Now, of course he had instantly poked holes into the poor guy about if he had ever played with you before- and the answer he had gotten, had made him even more interested and antsy to get closer to you.

Because while you trusted Yoongi with everything you had, he had never done anything with you. You had simply been interested in watching a scene unfold- and had told him that you were definitely interested in participating. The reason Jungkook couldn't ask you directly was a clear one-

You were majorly intimidated by him, to the point of, he had never really had a proper conversation with you. Partially, he had to admit, because he himself didn't want to involve himself too much with you.

He’d always asked himself; wouldn’t you be even more distant and reserved with him if you knew this side of him? Sure, you always joked around that he probably tied his girls up and edged them until they cried- but did you know that he genuinely enjoyed these things?

Relationships for him were mere covers to call the arrangements he had with the girls that came and went in his life in a constant changing matter. Deep down, no one night stand could satisfy his most carnal desires, and he was very well aware of that. But he rather took what he could get and lived a fever dream for a few moments than stay on his own simply because his idea of pleasure and sex was not the norm.

No, he refused to deny himself that.

Maybe it was because he’d always lived a rather lavish life- with his parents well off and his own career skyrocketing he never really had any worries like you have had in the past. For some odd reason, while looking at the soft red rope in his hands, his thoughts suddenly went astray; he knew he could give you the stability you oh so craved, in every way shape and form. You were a diamond simply waiting to be perfected- you had so much potential, knowing that you were secretly wandering around the same paths as he did made him even more frustrated.

The hints were there, they were obvious; from the way you had sighed out in bliss when he’d teasingly pulled your hair just hours ago, to the sinful confessions he’d heard that night when he overheard you and jimin by accident. Of course he’d maybe wasted a thought or two of you underneath him to humor him once or twice- but now with the rope in his hands, his mind immediately began painting pictures of it against your skin. Would you enjoy it? And what if he took your sight, or only bound your hands? What if he denied you to cum, or if he took you from behind, grabbing your hair and pushing down your spine to make it arch so prettily- never with the intend to hurt, of course. He knew he’d have to tame you first, make you submit, but then again, he loved the challenge.

You made even the idea of touching fun.

He wouldn't even have to undress you to fully get himself worked up, he was sure of that. Only seeing you bow to his very command would be enough to satisfy him. Of course, over the course of time he would lead you deeper and deeper into his rabbit hole, but he would take it slow for you.

So, with a smile, and a wave of his hand, he walked past the girl he knew had been his appointment- grinning at Taehyung. "Of course I'll be there."

He wouldn't dare miss a night with you.

You were stressing. A little.

Maybe.

Maybe a lot.

Everything would've been fine if they guys would've all come over. But due to the bad weather, and Taehyungs bad habit of never properly fixing his god-forsaken dumpster of a car, only one of them would be able to make it. And of course the one had to be Jeon Jungkook.

Just great.

Now, it wasn't like you didn't like the guy, no way. The problem was more, that he was on the exact opposite of that spectrum. You had a major crush on him, which felt like the plot to a really bad drama show you would watch drunk at night- and in a way, it really felt like one too. Because you were pretty sure, he didn't even know your name.

But oh well- apparently he knew more than that. More specifically, your phone number. And it had scared the shit out of you at first to receive a message from him because how the hell did he get your number, but then again you remembered that one of your connections was Kim Taehyung- and everyone knew what he knew.

It was the doorbell that ripped you out of your skin almost.

You didn't even change, deciding any effort would be too late anyways; and you were still heavily confused in the first place why the fuck he would come over alone, even though you two had never exchanged much more than a friendly hello and goodbye. But there he was, as you opened the door- soft, white hoodie and ripped jeans, a bit damp from the rain outside as you let him inside.

He didn't move.

"Uh-" You started, but he just looked at you, friendly as ever, although a teasing glint in his eye made you frown a bit.

He thought it was cute.

"You didn't tell me to come in." He said, and you blinked once, twice, before your brain had properly restarted.

"Oh uh- come in?" You said, again, moving a bit to the side so he could walk in- which he still didn't. "Jungkook come on now its fucking cold-!" You whined, and he laughed, finally stepping inside. Had he always been like that? Could very well be the case, after all, you had never truly paid much attention to his behavior before.

"Thanks for letting me come over." He said, and you watched him as he untied his boots. "I had nothing else to do- and also, I didn't want you to waste any food, considering Tae said you cooked for us." He explained, before he got up again from his half kneeling position, boots now standing next to your significantly smaller shoes.

"Ah, it would've been fine, you guys don't have to feel bad." You waved off, smiling. "I was about to stop cooking anyways when Jimin had texted me, but well, then you did and uhm.." You drifted off, noticing how you were suddenly waiting for him to lead the way.

In your own apartment.

What the hell?

If he noticed however, he didn't show it. He simply smiled, and moved his hands inside the front pocket of his hoodie. "Ah, thanks. I appreciate it, really." He said, and you smiled at him as well, walking towards the main area of your apartment. It was small, very small compared to his own, but he enjoyed the feeling of it. Everything around him reminded him of you, in a way; from the pictures taped to the walls, to the stickers on your fridge. It all held a piece of you in it. "Your apartment is really nice, by the way." He commented, and you turned around, before getting plates and cutlery to bring inside the living room.

"Ah, right, it's your first time here." You said. "Thanks- the living room is right around the corner there, you can just sit down and I'll bring everything there." You explained, and he smiled, nodding without arguing.

You liked that.

Typically, there would've been this awkward 'oh no let me help you', but Jungkook didn't seem to dwell on it much, letting you do your thing instead of butting in and making things weird. He simply walked where you had directed him, sitting down on the couch as he went to place a blanket to the side. His fingers moved over the fabric for a moment, noticing how everything on the couch, including the pillows, were made of that same, soft material.

Interesting.

"Oh- you can just put that to the side, sorry I forgot to clean that up." You said, putting the food onto the table as he just smiles again. He waits for you to sit down as well before you turn up the TV volume a little, nerves finally setting in as you notice there's almost nothing you can talk to him about. "This is awkward." You comment, and he chuckles at that swallowing his bite as he looks at you.

"Doesn't have to be." He states, before he turns his body a bit more into your direction; a visible sign that he wants a conversation. "Tae has never mentioned what you do for a living." He states, an unasked question of his. He lets you decide if you want to take it as one or leave it as a statement- it makes you feel nice, in a way.

"Ah uh.. it's really boring, so I guess I never really talk about it either.." You say, and he tilts his head a little, a silent urging for you to continue. You feel insignificant next o him and his job however. He's superior to you in any way, and you don't want him to feel pity or laugh at you for your job. "I uh.. I'm a programmer for a.. pretty unknown game studio." You say, body almost shrinking in on itself as you wait for his reaction. Much to your surprise however, he makes a sound that's purely surprise, as he swallows his bite with a bit of urgency.

"Fuck really?! That's so cool though!" He argues, brows furrowed a bit as he playfully accuses you with his next words. "Indie or not, a programmer is the main force of any game. Did you work on any games I might know of?" He asks, eyes sparkling as he realizes he had finally found something to bond with you over.

"Uh.. 'Rabbit Boy' was our best hit until now.." You say, still a bit shy, but you're also a tad more confident now. His reaction is either well-staged, or he's genuinely interested in what you do.

"I played it I think. It was a bit short, but I loved the mechanics." He says, and before he can quite stop himself, his hand has already reached out to you, running over your hair as he praises you like second nature. "Wuah, so smart!" He says, before he gets a reaction he wouldn't have thought he'd get from shy-you.

Because you playfully shove him, your socked feet pushed against the side of his thigh as you giggle at him.

Interesting, again.

Now, Jimin has actually told him about this before. How you were anything but the shy girl when you were around people you knew and trusted. He had believed it- to an extend- because he had also thought that maybe you were like that to prove your spot between those guys. As the only girl, you easily got thrown under the bus, so you had to somehow own your spot in the midst of your circle of friends.

However, it seemed like you were truly just a brat, hiding behind that innocent facade of yours. A barking dog, with every intent to bite if needed.

And Jungkook knew, he'd love to tame you, show you your spot, and make you his prey.

The trashy movie your watching bores you, in a way. Jungkook has noticed this already, having taken note of your feet wiggling around, your teeth nibbling on the inside of your cheek, as you rest your cheek on your hand, elbow resting on the side of the couch.

“I don’t know why she’s so hesitant.” You mutter, pouting as you slump into the couch- uncaring that the side of your body now leans against his own. He feels your warmth- and for some reason it brings him comfort to notice that you’re seemingly growing more at ease. “I mean, it’s what she’s into, right?” You say, brows furrowed as you watch the screen.

“It’s not that simple.” Jungkook explains, trying to not make it obvious that he’s not necessarily talking about the movie. “Some men like to you know.. fight for a partner. Impress them. Win them over.” He explains, and he can feel you shift a little- until your head raises a bit, watching him as he watches you; gazes locked, and you can’t look away. You’re shy, you’re growing restless, but his eyes are like magnets; there’s no way you can avert your gaze.

“And.. you?” You ask, voice not loud at all, as if you don’t even notice you’re saying it. He loves that- loves the fact that you’re slowly letting him closer- not only physically.

“I like to earn my spot in their lives.” He states, and your mind suddenly begins to spin. You’ve always seen him as someone who doesn’t care much about emotions or feelings, or relationships for that matter. And maybe he doesn’t- maybe he just says this because he knows your weak spots. But the way his words fall into your ears makes you believe him. “I like to see my partner thrive; I love to see them grow. And..” he says, boldly deciding to slowly reach out his hand that was placed on the back of the couch- his fingers running through your hair, only brushing through, never pulling (no matter how much you’re craving it secretly). “I love to see them let go.” He humms out, and there’s a sudden shiver down your back, one that he definitely notices.

This is it. This is where you’ll let him touch you, let him wreck you, let him ruin you. You lean in closer, and so does he, but just when your lips are about to touch, he smiles gently- a warm affectionate gesture that you’ve never seen from him. And with it being directed at you, it’s even more meaningful- but it’s all about his next move, the way his inked fingers trace your cheek, before he speaks.

“You’re not ready yet.”

And with that, he turns back to the TV.

You huff, and it's the first time you know exactly what you're doing. You knew from Yoongi what Jungkook did in his freetime- you knew that this stuff was his expertise. Defeated, you looked down towards your knees, as your thoughts start to grow more and more frustrated. He probably didn't even see you like that, having only visited you out of pity, and not because he wanted to see you.

You were probably already friendzoned, and he was too nice to outright say it into your face. It made your emotions turn sour as the situation grew more and more awkward for you.

"What're you thinking about?" He asks, and you don't answer. What was there to say anyways? You really didn't want to have this weird conversation where he would tell you that oh yeah you're a nice girl, but he's not the right guy, the usual stuff you've already heard time and time again. "Y/N." He says, his voice dropping a little, but you only chew on the inside of your cheek again, eyes moving towards the TV screen. You didn't want to talk- you just hoped he would now sigh and get up, leaving so you could forget about all of this. You could maybe fake being sick for the next week or so to avoid him, yeah, that would be enough time to gloss over this entire situation. But he only clicks his tongue, hands suddenly moving your legs as he moves your body to face him.

Looking at his face is your first mistake.

His eyes are dark and almost angry, irritated as he looks as you. His jaw is clenched, and his hands stay on your knees for a moment, before he's sure enough that he has your attention. Only then does he speak, his voice nowhere near as soft and light as it had been before. "I know what you're thinking, and I don't like it." He says, and that's when you make your second mistake.

"Can we not right now? You don't know shit." You say, and he stares you down for a moment, until his head tilts a slight bit, eyes growing predatory as the corners of his lips tilt upwards. It resembles a small smile, yes, but it's not meant to be one. No, the first thing you have to think about is a wolf snarling at you, ready to put his packmate into their place for acting out.

It makes your spine tingle.

"Hm, maybe, but we can be classy about it, no?" He asks, and you scoff, trying to move your legs away from him, as he scans you.

At this point, he can see clearly that you're testing him.

So he gets up promptly, moving you around so you're standing in front of him. His inked hand finds your hair, gripping without mercy as he pulls your head back, your gaze now forced to stay on his as he calmly speaks. "You think I'm not into you like that- and you're as wrong as you could ever get." He says, biting his tongue as to not let a petname slip. He'd love to use them, but he knows that it's not yet time. That would be foul play, in a way; he doesn't want to seduce you.

He wants to make you understand.

"Trust me when I say I'd love to just throw you over my legs to spank that attitude out of you right now." He explains, and you whine- not in pain, but simply as a reaction to his confession. "But you don't know what you're getting yourself into." He continues, and pulls a bit to interrupt your next words. You know that you can get free any second you want to- but for some reason, there's no urge to do so. "You think of this as some game to play, you think of yourself as someone who can take all of it at once, but you don't even get the simplest and most important things about this entire thing." You swallow, as you stay still, finally giving up your fight as he relaxes the grip he still has on you. "Even now, it's not me controlling this situation. Its you." He says, letting go of you as his hands rest on your cheeks, eyes searching for any clues of discomfort. Only when he finds none, does he continue. "I will only ever have as much control over you as you're willing to give to me." He smiles again, this time, warm and comforting. "If you're really willing to do this, we will do this right. You'll have to trust me first, and I'll have to get to know you fully first, before anything else happens. Understood?" He asks.

And you nod.

"Do you know what you just agreed to?" He chuckles, and, shyly, you shake your head.

"See?" He grins, breaking skincontact with you. "You're not ready yet."

His brows furrow when he sees you sitting on the counter, Taehyung talking to you. "What're you doing here?" He asks, and you pout, as Taehyung moves away, not wanting to get involved into anything this time. "Stop that face. We talked about this last week, why're you here now?" He asks, and you tilt your head innocently.

"Maybe I'm here for Yoongi?" You say, and his eyes grow darker for a second, before he composes himself.

"Good try, but he's still off work." He states, and you deflate a bit.

"I just.. wanted to see, I guess." You say, and he smiles a bit impishly.

"Oh? I mean, I have a scene in twenty minutes.." He asks, and internally, you cringe. No, you don't want to see him screw or even touch another woman in the ways you secretly want him to touch you instead. No, you're technically here to maybe talk him into show you at least a little bit. But it doesn't seem like he'll cave in anytime soon, so you sigh out.

"Okay, okay, I'll see you around, I guess." You say, hopping down from the counter before you take a step towards the exit.

"Ah well, I'll drive you home then." He states, and you grow confused as he leans against the counter. "Seeing as my scheduled appointment wants to leave, I have time off." He states, and you skin tingles. "Come on now, before I change my mind." He states, as he walks you outside again, leading you towards his car.

"I didn't mean to turn up so.. I don't know. Sorry." You said, and he gets into the drivers seat, shaking his head.

"I can understand you, trust me." He says, as he starts the engine and drives off. "If you're okay with it, I'd like to get something from my apartment, and then drive to yours." He says, and you tilt your head.

"Why not to the studio, or your place?" You ask, and he nods.

"While those are places I feel comfortable, they're unfamiliar to you. It's best if we start in a place that's comforting and gives you a sense of security." He states, and you nod.

Jungkook, in your eyes, never really seemed as mature as he's acting in those moments. It's as if he switches every time you two change topics; any time this particular one comes up, his mood changing into a serious one. Now, you're not stupid, you know the risks- and of course you had somewhat done your research online about the damages that could occur during all of this. And there's also the not too little chance it really isn't something for you after all- and in a way, that scares you. Because you want jungkook, but what if you don't want.. this?

Instead of voicing that out, you simply keep quiet as he gets out the car, and inside again after fetching what looks like an overnight bag. "You're staying over?" You ask, and he simply throws it on to the backseat.

"Maybe. We'll see." He says, and you don't question him as he drives. "Let's get something to eat. What're you craving?" He asks, as he keeps his attention on the road. He notices how you seem to think, already able to practically see the gears turning inside your head. "Don't think about what I could want. I asked what you want." He says, calmly, and so soft, that you simply let your words out.

"Tae usually get's me food.." You start, and Jungkook nods, as if understanding. You watch him smile a little.

"Let's get some junk food and eat it in the car." He simply states, and you nod, happy that he seemingly really did get what you were trying to say. For you, things like these were almost like rituals- like you and tae getting random icecream just to hurry home every time to not have it melt.

Maybe this would become a memory only for you and Jungkook.

"You're nervous." Jungkook says, speaking out what's obvious. You don't know what he'll do, you're confused whats in his bag- you're nervous, just like he said. "Why is that?" He asks, casually sitting on your bed with you. He had earlier told you not to panic-clean it; he was not there to be impressed. He was simply a visitor for now, nothing more, nothing less. You shrugged. There were a lot of reasons you were nervous. "If you want this to work, I need to have proper communication with you. Guessing will get me nowhere." He says, but his voice is not upset. He's simply informing you.

"I.. don't know what you'll do?" You say, and He smiles, sitting more comfortably, as he shows you his open hands.

"I'm not gonna do anything for the moment." He tells you, and you shrug.

"But wasn't that the plan?" You ask him.

"What would you want me to do then?" He asks instead, not answering your question. He's testing you, he want's to know if you really are aware of everything. He's also not only asking you about what you want him to do to you- but with you, as well. He was unsure if you wanted to romantically involve yourself with him, or simply explore something new at his side.

He's afraid he'd be okay with either, just because its you.

"Are you going to tie me up?" You ask, and Jungkook grins, before he laughs. You're growing shy, unsure, and he instantly makes sure you know he's simply laughing about what you said, not about you. His hand holds yours- and it's weirdly reassuring.

"No, although I can imagine you looking very pretty in that position." He says. "No, come here." He says, lays down on the bed, and you stay where you are, with reasonable distance between you two. "I want you to come as close to me as you feel comfortable. Don't force it- take your time. I'm not expecting anything, please remember that." He tells you calmly, not looking at you to give you mental distance from him as well. His eyes are actually closed, his body relaxed.

You don't move for a moment. You want to test how long he can really play this patient role- but after around five or ten minutes, he's still not moving. He's not even saying anything, and you're unsure if he's asleep or not.

There's only one way to find out.

You carefully lay down a little away from him, on your side, simply looking at him. It's weird to see him like that; you've always imagined him to be a very dominant and demanding person, from what you've heard and seen of him. But Jungkook doesn't feel like any of the guys you've been with; he also doesn't feel like Taehyung, or Yoongi, or Hoseok.. Jungkook, weirdly enough, feels comfortable. He's relaxed, and laid back, and still has that slight glint of power over you.

You move closer, your curiosity getting the best of you as scenes and pictures of him holding you fill your head. Is he even a cuddler? You can't imagine him being all soft and sweet for gestures like that, but then again, you didn't really think you'd ever be in a situation like this either. Maybe you were judging a book by its cover.

He smells nice- that's one of the first things you notice once you get closer. One of his arms is stretched out to the side- his tattooes visible, but partially hidden by his sweater sleeve. You want to look at them, so you test the waters- by touching his arm, just a small poke with your finger. You can see the corners of his lips twitch; he's definitely awake. You move his arm a little, inside facing you as you get a detailed look at his artworks. They're detailed, they fit him, the dark Ink a stark contrast to his skin.

His sweater seems soft.

You slowly lay down again, your head resting on his biceps as you simply lay for a moment.

This is nice.

You feel more and more bold with every minute that passes, not even minding the way he sometimes moves around. You're growing at ease, so much so, that you simply throw all hesitation out of the window, and cuddle up to him. one of your hands is on his chest, while your head rests ontop of the inside of his shoulder.

This is really nice.

"Are you falling asleep?" He asks, voice not loud at all, as his arm moves, palm resting on your forearm as he holds you. You don't mind it- you feel relaxed enough to really actually do fall asleep- so you nod. "That's good." He tells you.

"But didn't you bring stuff to try?" you ask, and Jungkook nods.

"We got time. A small nap is always a good idea." He tells you, and you simply nod- making him smile.

He's glad.

Because by falling asleep on him like that, you don't even know how much you've complimented him at all. You're relaxed enough around him, comfortable enough to let him close to you in a vulnerable state such as sleep. It makes him wonder how far you'd let him go- would you let anyone get so close so quickly? A sudden rush of protectiveness curses through his body, fills him up, as he swears he can't let you go now. No, what if someone else gets you like this? What if someone takes advantage of your open mind like that? He doesn't even want to imagine.

Jungkook really has it bad.

You slowly wake up to a bit of weight on your face. "jungkook what're you doing?" you giggle, and he chuckles as well as he takes the hand away from over your eyes. He looks well rested, with his eyes still not fully open.

"Nothing." He says. "Just teasing." He says, but of course, nothing he does is just random teasing. Everything he does is calculated- it's to test you, to study you, to make sure he gets to know you. "Are you hungry?" He asks instead.

"Not for food."

He has to let that process for a moment, until he laughs. He's really got it with you, he thinks, as he suddenly moves, eyes dark, while he's now ontop of you, his hands holding your wrists. Expecting you to look surprised, he finds none of that however. It intrigues him, the way you don't seem to be nervous or fearful at all. It makes him wonder what you'd really do to him if he was to advance in ways he wanted to. "Careful, sweetheart." He says, and your eyes sparkle with a silent challenge.

"Or what?"

His grip gets a bit tighter at that, eyes a bit darker. "Someone's eager." He says lowly. "Don't you think you're biting off more than you can chew right now?" He asks, before he clicks his tongue, slowly falling into his own headspace. He knows however not to let himself slip. "Give me a random word." He asks, demands, and you say whatever finds your mind in that moment.

"Bunny." You say.

He raises his eyebrow for a second, but doesn't question it. "I want you to say that, loud and clear, as soon as you feel uncomfortable." He lectures you seriously. "It doesn't matter what it is. Physically, or mentally, or if you simply don't want me to continue because. I need you to tell me that you will say it." His gaze is intense, and you nod. "I promise you; I'll never get mad, or upset, or angry, or disappointed with you. My ego isn't worth your safety." He humms out at the end, and your eyes soften.

He notices it instantly, and it affects him more than he'd like to admit.

"I promise I'll say it if I need to." You tell him, and he grows comfortable again.

"Can I touch you?" He asks, softly, and you nod, before verbally answering him with a yes. "Remember; I'll only ever have as much power and control over you as you will give me." He mumbles, head now dipped down to ghost his lips over the skin of your neck. "But once you give it to me-" He says, his knee situating itself in between your legs to spread them in a silent command. "-I won't give it back." He growls, before he bites down, releasing the skin after hearing your delicate mewl, kissing the spot as if to apologize.

He's not sorry.

"Let me ask you.." He says, feeling you rut against his leg that's pressed against your center. "what do you really want from me?" He asks, and you open your eyes, movements slowly coming to a halt as you notice the way he looks at you.

He almost looks uncertain.

"I.." You want him. You know that- you want all of his bad habits and weird quirks. You want to get to know him and everything that comes with it. Hell, he was the main reason you even got into the entire scene in the first place. "You." You say, deciding its best to practice honesty.

"Me?" He asks, genuinely a little confused.

You nod. "Yeah. You." You say. It's a little weird, the whole situation, but you don't mind it. Your hands slowly slip out of his grasp, before they instead intertwine their fingers with his. He feels weirdly caught off guard by the gesture- his past encounters and relationships never having included things like these. So much so, that Jungkook genuinely believed those things to be simple movie-gestures. Overdone, and not realistic. "Like uhm.. if you want to. If you just want to, you know, I.. guess I'd be okay with that too-" You say, looking away, as Jungkook answers.

"I want you too." He answers, eyes searching yours for any glimmer of dishonesty. But he doesn't find it- there is none. There's just you. "I really want you too." He murmurs out, getting closer, before he lets himself loose, his lips finding yours.

He's never been a fan of kissing, but he can very much already imagine kissing you for hours.

Its not just you letting go in that moment, its him too.

Because unbeknownst to you, he's not just opening you a door to his world of unspoken fantasies-

He's also opening his heart as well.

Your first time together is slow and comfortable.

It happens just a day after you had both decided to pursue an actual relationship with one another. He's gentle, careful, but not hesitant. He's exploring.

Inside of his head, he notes down every noise and every twitch of muscle. You sigh as he eats you out, the small ponytail of his unable to hold onto all of his hair as his eyes are partially hidden behind the blonde strands. He's watching you, his fingers having already stretched you out, but then he sits up. You whine, with him having stolen your release for a second time. "Let's play a little, yeah?" He says with an amused yet calm tone. You're already unable to do much about your position; your wrists bound to your bed over your head, carefully tied knots comfortable against your skin, as long as you don't pull. "Legs open." He calls out as you try and close them, and you whine again; testing his patience as you still go ahead and disobey his command. He watches, moves forward, before he pulls them apart again. "You want to cum, no?" He asks, and you nod, frustratedly so. "I wonder what made you think you've earned that reward from me." He tells you, eyes scanning your form as you pull on your restraints a little. He's not fully into his own headspace yet- he's still very much on high alert to notice any signs of discomfort coming from you.

He has to learn just as much as you do.

"You're lucky you're so sweet." He says, before he crawls closer again, his hand on your center, as he enters you with two fingers. Its not enough, but then his thumb draws circles on your clit- and you're approaching, quickly. "Hm? Won't you cum?" And then you say it.

"Can I?"

It's so desperate, so needy, so submissive, that it sends a chill down his spine. He moves closer, kisses your neck, as he can't help but let the rush of it get to him. He is, after all, just as desperate for release. No matter if its his, or yours.

"Such a good girl, of course you can." He tells you. "What a sweet one, such good manners.." He teases playfully, and you tug at your restraints as you come undone under his hands. He unties your wrists and you're holding onto him as soon as you're free, and he lets you hold onto him in your post orgasmic bliss.

Its after a moment that you realize it.

"Wait-" You say, sitting up to look at him. "You- I mean, you didn't get to-" You start, but Jungkook waves it off.

"Its fine, really." He tells you, and you know he's serious. "I'll just wait until it goes down, or take care of it in your bathroom if thats okay with you." He says, patting the side next to him to lay down on. "Come here." He asks, and you comply, before you speak again.

"You.." You start, not looking at him. "Could just take care of it here." You say. "Or I could.." you start, and he looks at you.

"Do you want that, or do you only feel like you have to?" He asks, and you shrug. You take some time, before you answer.

You've seen most of Jungkook until now. From his strong arms, his back, his inked skin, to his thighs and legs. You have seen all- but that. And you've never really considered giving anything back in that way to anyone because of one single embarrassing moment- but with Jungkook, for some reason, you wanted to try.

"I want to." You say, and he nods. "But I don't know how.." You say, and he smiles reassuringly.

"I'll guide you." He tells you, before he scans your face. He's never really felt that desired- at least not in the way he does in that moment with you. "You can take it out for starters." He says, and you nod, before you hesitate a little.

Jungkook is nice, when it comes to that. He's patient, always lets you do the pacing for now, until you trust him enough. This is only the start, after all. You stay cuddled up to his side, but your hand ventures towards his sweats, where you can see his prominent erection still waiting. Slowly, you push the fabric down, both his sweats and boxers underneath- his hips lifting a bit to make it easier for you, until he's freed from his clothes.

You've never really thought much about looks when it came to that department, but Jungkook was, in each and every way, highly attractive. Now you knew, that there was literally nothing about him you didn't desire.

Your first touches are a little hesitant, testing the waters, and Jungkook tries not to react too much to it to give you time. Its when you start to move your hand however, that he closes his eyes, head now completely resting on the pillows beneath as he just decides to enjoy what you might give him. His hips twitch upwards a little after you'd run your thumb over the head, precum glistening while your hand uses it as lubricant to move more smoothly.

He sighs out.

And you grow bold at that, moving to sit up and escape out of his embrace, before you dip down to feed your curiosity. As your tongue touches his skin, his muscles contract, the action not expected since he didn't look what you were doing. You've been told once before that you're not.. the best at this- but Jungkook made you want to try. If you would've looked, you would've spotted the intense stare that Jungkook had been sending your way; mesmerized by the way you tucked your hair behind your ear oh so sweetly, before you let a drop of saliva escape from between your lips, taking him in soon after it had dropped onto his awaiting length.

You really were something else.

He'd gotten head time and time before, and it was never something he didn't like- but he'd also rarely ever cared that much emotionally about the person giving it to him. It's weird, how an emotional connection can make you so much more sensitive to things- such as in that moment, as your tongue moved over his skin while inside your warm mouth, lips heavenly on his cock.

He couldn't imagine what it would be like to be inside you.

There's nothing he could teach you, nothing he could tell you to do, as you moved, sucked and licked. He was breathing heavily already, his hand finding yours as you hold onto it. He sits up, can't help it, has to somehow touch you while you're not letting go of your task. His palm escapes your hand, rests on your head instead, runs through your hair before it grips a little. You moan, vibrations making him throw his head back as he groans out, feeling his end coming closer. "If you don't want to swallow, let go." He grits out, but you suck harder instead, and its when your hand finds his balls that he lets himself fall back onto the mattress beneath, shooting his load into your mouth as you swallow it down.

He's on cloud nine.

You're thoughtful enough to pull his underwear and pants back up, laying on your stomach next to him, waiting, watching, with impish eyes. He looks so radiant, so relaxed, so at ease. It fills you with a weird sense of pride; since in a way, its your doing. "Why did you tell me you don't know how to do that." He comments, rather than asks, slowly calming his breathing back down. His eyes open, hand pushing some hair out of your face. "Thank you. That was amazing." He says, and you shrug.

"Thanks for the compliment." You say, looking at him.

"I have a request." He says, and you nod. "Not like that." He teases, making you blush. "No, but seriously." Jungkook knows that you've been with other people before. It scares him to know that some of your experiences might not have been good- he knows some absolute horror stories Taehyung had told him. "I want you to take all that you've experienced with your former partners.. all those moments, emotions, bad memories, all of it." He tells you, hand now resting on your cheek- a gesture in which you lean into. "And throw them away. Forget them." He tells you.

"This is a new start, for both of us."

"How many clients have you been with?" You ask, casually sitting on the kitchen counter as Jungkook washes the dishes. Its your first night in his apartment, and you're more comfortable than you thought you'd be.

"None." He tells you, and you're ready to snort out a laugh, but he doesn't look at all like he's joking. Seeing your confusion, he continues while scrubbing a plate. "None of us actually have sex with our clients. Some only come to talk, really- others come to let go." He explains, and you nod. "I've never touched, nor been with someone intimately during a scene." He tells you.

"So you had scenes with your partners then?" You ask, and he shrugs.

"In the beginning, yeah." He admits, shrugging. "But I eventually gave up on it. It's not something a lot of people find very appealing. It all looks great in theory, but when practiced, most find its not for them." Draining the sink, he dries his hands on the dish towel, before putting it in its proper place.

"Could you.. imagine a relationship without it?" You ask, and he sighs, shaking his head.

"Not really." He looks at you after a moment. "Its who I am, and its how I love. I can't change that." He tells you, and you nod. Its understandable really, and you like that he has clear lines he likes to follow. It's weirdly comforting to know that he has his life so under control- its all you've ever wanted really.

It's something Jungkook might be able to give you.

It was weird, the feeling of the rope against your skin. He’d been right about it earlier; it wasn’t rough or itchy at all. But maybe that was just because it was him doing it. Maybe he was simply fogging up your senses.

It would make sense.

“Okay?” He humms out, voice gentle and calm while he stops his hands for a moment, palm on your shoulder where it warms up your skin. You’re unsure what okay really means- okay like, he’s finished? Or is he asking if you’re okay? Or is he asking for permission? “Speak to me- don’t just think.” He says, eyes watching you in such a manner that made your slightly trembling body calm down.

“I’m not sure what- what you mean by, okay.” You say, and he smiles, eyes roaming over your body for a moment, but surprisingly not in a way that would make you feel exposed. You’re almost naked, after all- only your most private parts hidden from his sight. You can see the very evident tent in his pants; but he doesn’t seem like he’s frustrated or fazed about it.

“Good Job telling me.” He says first and foremost, and you start to feel warm inside. “I was asking if you were okay. Do you remember your colors?” He asks, and you nod, before verbally answering him with a ‘yes’. He nods again, a hand running over your head, fingers running through your hair affectionately. “Good. I’ll finish the last knots now- remember you can stop at any time. Don’t hesitate.” He says, and you nod.

He grabs the rope again; the tiny fact that he’d chosen one in your favorite color making you feel.. well, you didn’t know. You could feel your nose sting, before it shot into your eyes, making them water; something that Jungkook immediately noticed. “Color?” He asks, and you shake your head.

“Green, Green, I’m okay-“ you say, but you can’t stop the tears. He’s quick to sit down in front of you after tying the last knot- and it’s the first time you quietly look at them. They’re so delicate, so well done, but there’s no time to dwell on it as he lifts you chin gently.

“Talk to me.” He says, hands on your shoulders to give you some sense of stability. You’re safe, you don’t feel bad, but just..

“I don’t know. There’s so much-“ you begin, and he softly smiles, as if you’re not currently completely bound with no chance of proper movement. You take a deep breath, holding it before you release again, silently following the advices he’d given you prior. “Why do I feel so.. comfortable? I feel safe even though I’m in such a dangerous situation- I’m.. this is weird isn’t it, I should be.. I don’t know. Why’re you not doing anything? Wasn’t this supposed to be like, a sex session or something I don’t get it-“ you babble, and he lets you, before he speaks.

“You still don’t quite get it, do you?” He asks, and your glistening eyes stare up at him. “I don’t need something as simple as sex to feel satisfied.” He explains, and you nod, even though you don't quite understand. "I feel euphoric right now, even though you probably won't quite believe me." He says, his smile evident as his fingers trace the knots on your skin. It's there that you see it; the glimmer in his eyes, something you've never seen before with someone else. "The fact that you let me do this, it's all I need." He humms out. He looks at you, a silent question, and you take a deep breath.

You don't quite know what you're doing. Its weird- but seeing him like that makes you feel weightless. It happens slowly, you don't quite grasp what it is, but the feeling is nice. It's like letting go- like standing on the highest platform of the universe and just jumping down. And when you open your eyes, all you see is him.

He can't take his eyes off of you.

He's seen it often enough to spot it, knows what it looks like, but it still holds such a deep meaning to him to see you fall into your subspace for the very first time. You're so beautiful like that, so ethereal and enchanting as you lean forward to get closer to him. He's careful you dont accidentally hurt yourself with the big scissors on the bed close by- emergency equipment to release you asap if needed.

He knows escape is the furthest thing on your mind right now.

Able to do anything he'd want with you, he's not like that however. He's responsible enough to let you float for a moment, before he speaks to you again. "Baby?" He asks, and you nod, nuzzling his shoulder as he holds you close. "You're doing so good. Can you do something for me baby?" He questions again, and you nod, not parting from him however before he talks again. "Can you sit straight for a moment? Just like that, good girl." He praises as you instantly follow his command. "I got you, okay? I got you, you're safe." He repeats, as he slowly unties your body. It's careful reassuring and slow movements that make it possible to untie you- too quickly could make you drop; a state of sudden shift in mental state, that could send you straight into distress. Jungkook doesn't ever want to be the cause of that for you.

You're underneath him, and he's careful, as he undresses after placing the scissors onto the bedside table where it cant lead to any accidents. He also reaches inside the table, pulling out a condom from a box safely stored, before he gets himself ready.

Not even for a second is his attention not on you however.

"Hands up baby." He commands, and you do as he wants, already squirming as he advances towards you, fingers stretching you out as you grow huffy at the prospect of being edged again. He's quick to catch on though. "Hm, I'm not gonna be mean baby." He tells your fuzzy mind. "But I gotta get you ready, no?" Fingers steadily helping you relax, he waits until he deems you ready.

You struggle to keep your hands up as he enters you, but your mind is adamant on keeping his command. He groans out, kisses your neck, as he slowly begins to move lazily. It's enough for pleasure- but not enough to make you cum. "Good fucking girl. Look at you. My baby." He chants, and something inside you stirs at the last words.

His Baby.

You're his.

He wants you.

It makes you whine as he chuckles, nipping at your skin. "You can touch me baby, good job." He says, and your hands are instantly around his neck. You're mumbling something, but its not words. It's not coming out the way you think it does, and Jungkook doesn't mind, doesn't care. Its another one of those things fueling him up, urging him on.

You're his perfect puzzle piece.

He lets go.

"Turn around princess." He says breathless, and you follow his instructions eagerly. His hand rests on the back of your neck for a moment, leaves its place for a second to move your hair away from your face, before he gently pushes down. He's inside in a heartbeat, this time thrusting with more strength.

Something overcomes him that hasn't happened before.

Usually, this position is what he loves most- and yet, it's not what he wants. He wants you, he wants you close, he cant touch you enough. His arms snake around your torso, just underneath the bottom of your breasts, as he pulls you towards him. Your back arches so prettily, and he gasps out, breathing heavy as he continues his attack on your neck. "You're mine." He growls out, can't keep it inside anymore, his grip on you tightening. "Mine." His thrusts stutter, his hand reaches for your center, desperate fingers helping you find your release. It coats your thighs, stains the bed, and he pushes himself as deep as he can once he finishes himself.

He's breathing heavily, he's out of his mind, running on autopilot as his hands still hold you. He pulls out after a moment, a whine from you getting reassured by his own voice, before he leaves the bed, getting a warm damp washcloth ready for you. He's careful, gentle, seems to caress your skin more than clean it, places kisses every now and then and sends praises your way.

"How do you feel?" He asks, voice low and caring as he continues his aftercare.

"Like you love me a lot." You sleepily say, eyes still foggy, and he smiles.

"Good." He tells you, reaching out to kiss your lips, still high on his own afterglow. "That's how you're always supposed to feel like."

"I've quit." He tells you one night on the couch, as you sit close to him. You'd asked him about his sidejob at Yoongi's- and this was his answer. Instantly, you sit up straight, fearing that he might've felt obligated because of you. "Before you start, yes, it was because of you." He says, and you already have the whine in your throat- but it doesn't make it out, as his fingers lazily trace your collarbone peaking out from his shirt you're wearing. "But it was also my decision. I just didn't enjoy it anymore- and you're more I could ever want really." He says, shrugging as you stare at him.

It was still new to you.

Although you knew that he was probably more than just a wild loverboy collecting partners and gaming all day, you never would've thought of him like this. He's a kid at heart still, teasing and playfighting every now and then- but he's mostly a strong shoulder to lean on for you. He really is the security and safety you'd always searched for. "What're you thinking about?" He asks, pulling you closer as he continues watching the TV show.

"You." You say, and he chuckles.

"Cute." He answers. He looks at you for a moment, TV long forgotten, before you crawl over his lap, shirt rising enough to give him free view of your thighs and panties. You've skipped the pants tonight- a habit of yours he enjoys a lot. His palms instantly find the soft skin, running along the outside of your thighs before they find your behind, squeezing, before he slaps it playfully. He grins as you squeal, admiring the way the very tips of your ears turn red. "You're really precious, you know that?" He tells you, and you shrug. "You are." He confirms, and you smile shyly.

"May I kiss you?" You ask, and he smiles warmly.

"We're not in a scene baby, do as you wish." He tells you, and you nod, leaning forward to capture his lips with yours. Its a feeling you can't quite get enough of, and it seems like he enjoys it equally as much. His inked hands find their way underneath your shirt, running over your back and spine as you shudder. He doesn't find what he seeks, your underwear long gone and left in the bedroom, and he loves it, instantly moves to your chest where he finds the soft flesh, his thumb running over one of your nipples teasingly. You're arching your back already, moving around as if you can't sit still. "My baby." He mumbles out, "If you can be so kind and get me a condom, you can ride me if you want to." He tells you, and you nod.

By now you easily know your way around his apartment.

So its no wonder you quickly return from your now shared bedroom, condom in hand as you approach him again, settling onto his lap. You're not shy with him nor his body anymore, eagerly taking the condom out of the package for him to roll it down onto his length. "You good?" He asks, and you nod, pulling your panties aside as you slowly sink down on him.

He lets his head rest back on the couch, and you lean into him, for a change returning the favor of kissing his neck. He's grinning, throughoutly enjoying things, and you love watching him. It's a visual reminder to yourself that this is your doing. You're making him feel that way, and no one else. It makes you confident, and it makes you feel cherished in ways you haven't felt before.

Once you start to move, Jungkooks hands help you along. Its slow and lazy, not at all hurried. There's no real goal; you probably wouldn't even mind not cumming at all. This was just being close- a way of feeling connected in the most intimate of ways. Connected like only lovers could be.

You love him.

And it slips out as a tiny 'I love you' in between your sighs and gasps, and he hears it so clearly, he can't help himself but speed up the pace.

"I love you too." He chants out, kissing the side of your head as you rest against his chest, head on his shoulder. "I love you so much." He says, almost inaudible, his arms holding you as close as he can.

Jeon Jungkook doesn't need sex to feel satisfied.

But he will most certainly need you for now and forever.

And he's totally fine with that.

(c)Bonny-Kookoo. You know the drill. I know where you live. I don't. But still. Be scared. Boo.

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what do you love about toumas and masarus dynamic?

Idk what it is about Masaru and Touma specifically I love so much- maybe it's because I just love Masaru so deeply LMAO bc I know every digimon series has their Hot head leader courage guy and the loner cool intelligent guy and they're friends(tm) But I *love* Touma and masaru specifically. I the episode they really bond and get along- to a point I've got the screen from when I rewatched awhile ago. This scene though-

Makes me so happy? I just like that whole episode, and I just like when they bond and interact. They're extremely close and get closer and it shows with them trusting one another and how deeply effected Masaru is by Touma's betrayal, and then trusting each other to take care of problems- each other's family, the fate of the world- all that fun jazz. I like that Touma is continuously surprised by Masaru's ability to adapt or just power through things- he's got faith but he's still surprised. I especially like in the later part where Masaru's weird fucking logic get's Gotsumon to agree to help them, and Touma is just ??? I went to college and I have no idea how that works??? It makes me.. so happy.. I just love Masaru a lot so it extends to his bestie bc Touma compliments him v v v well I think. Especially with both missing a parent and I do wish we had a scene where maybe they just.. talked about understanding that. Sure Touma witnessed his mother's death, and Masaru's father is just missing- but the loss of a parent clearly effects both of them deeply, and how caring they are towards their little sisters.

Like a scene where they get to be vulnerable together about something they can both relate too.. and they can also both relate to being in dad's shadow- though for differing reasons- they CAN JUST SUPPORT EACH OTHER SO WELL I LOVE THEM?!?!?! Please I just.. Love them so much. Also when I was younger I shipped them heavily, but as I got older- I still like the idea of them together, or having a weird relationship that isn't quite friends but not quite boyfriends- I just like them trusting each other deeply and idc if their relationship is platonic or romantic I just want them to have THAT component. Maybe this is also me with some of my headcanons bleeding in but yeah. I think they're fun and great and compliment one another nicely. Anyways this is why i personally really love Touma and Masaru's dynamic thank u for asking u get two doodles thank u