#the risque art is basically just right hand man with a collar

[yours-the-author]

Exactly one hour later...

So I saw this post by @hammerhead-art and thought; "that would be fun to draw... but no, I just posted something, I shouldn't". And then I saw it AGAIN... and I knew it was a sign.

So, despite just posting some CopperRight art, here's some MORE CopperRight art! The Toppat Chief and his watchdog:

Expectation vs. Reality

Please excuse the weird-shaped baseball bat Right is holding in the first picture- baseball bats are surprisingly hard to draw. Maybe we can pretend he hit someone with the stick end of a metal plunger...

Bonus picture under the cut! I hesitate to call it "risqué", but I'm posting it under Keep Reading just in case; I know some people are into this kind of thing.

...This would look so much cooler if the background weren't so blindingly white. I'd really like to be able to change the background color of my work into something more eyeball friendly, but my drawing process isn't much good for that sort of thing.

It'd be neat if I could figure out how to adjust the size of the picture on the post instead of leaving a bunch of white space around the art to make it more visible. This is supposed to look cool and slightly menacing, but it just feels a bit silly... oh well, what can you do?

Considering that I drew the base sketches with pen, though, I'm pretty pleased with how these came out.

[sweet-nebulae]

Hiiiii ^^ Could I request sub!RFA (+ Saeran and V) being tied up by MC? I'm in love with your headcanons, you're always making my day better 😚

♡ Yesss you sure as heck can! Let’s goooo this wasn’t proof read, so if there are mistakes I’m very sorry TT

♡ TT Thank you so much - you all make my day better when you drop into my inbox 💕

✿ Zen ✿

It didn’t even start out as proper bondage at first

He’d just gotten cocky, and you’d handcuffed him to the bed

And it had been hot, how frustrated and flustered he got when he couldn’t set the pace, couldn’t touch you, couldn’t do anything he was used to

And it was fucking exhilirating

It may be a bit embarrassing to admit this to Zen later, and he’ll tease you a liiittle bit about it, but ultimately he agrees to try it again, properly this time

He’ll tease you more than he usually does - it’s because that’s all he can do when in this position

He can’t fall back on any of the things he’s used to doing in these situations

If you really wanna keep him silent, just gag him with something

He’s surprisingly or not hot with something in his mouth

He also looks insanely good with the rope marks on his skin, and he wears them with pride

The RFA chat is immensely tired of seeing them

✿ Yoosung ✿

Probably a natural progression of things

He liked it when you pinned his wrists above his head whether he was strong enough to break your grip or not was irrelevant, he wouldn’t do that anyway

So tying him up so both of your hands could be free to do more things to him is just.. obvious

It doesn’t even take much talk to get to that point

It’s all rushed and not planned at all

The first time you use one of his ties, sloppily looped around his wrists

It comes undone but he just whines and keeps his hands above his head anyway, your lips on his

Eventually you invest in some rope specifically made for bondage - rope that won’t fray or cause too many friction burns

Yoosung looks so pretty, rope around his arms and wrists, his chest and down across his pelvis, his thighs and calves

Tied up completely, his violet gaze watches you, heavy with lust, anticipating whatever you do to him

✿ Jaehee ✿

It’s lighter stuff than with some of the boys

Rope tied across her torso and on the outside of her clothes to accentuate her chest, fur-linned cuffs around her wrists, things like that

She doesn’t get super turned on by it, but it does add that little bit of risque to things that make the both of you a bit hotter under the collar

Probably the hottest thing - to you and her - is the way she writhes under your touch, not able to go anywhere or do anything about it

It’s more about being able to pleasure her over and over again and seeing the way she jerks and can’t escape your fingers and mouth than it is her actually being immobilized

✿ Jumin ✿

Crimson silken bonds paired with an equally red blindfold, Jumin Han is beautiful in bondage

Naturally photogenic, will turn his head away and give you a nice view of his jawline and profile

He’s really doing it so he can hear you and where you are in the room better, but –

Tying him up is pretty par for the course

He’s just too naturally inclined to be dominant otherwise

Naked, with just his forearms, wrists, and legs bound, and he is the perfect present for anyone ^^

Perfection is seeing his muscles tense when you take him into your mouth, watching his head fall back in orgasmic anguish because he can’t do anything, can’t touch you, can’t make you speed up -

✿ Saeyoung ✿

Arms tied behind his back, face pushed into the pillow, and you fucking him from behind

He’s basically in heaven

Being tied up usually makes him a bit skittish - he doesn’t mind being submissive at all, but having all of his control ripped away from him like that is.. jarring

Sometimes though, that’s what he needs

For someone else to have all the responsibility

For someone else to have to make the all decisions and movements

When he comes to you with that rope (rope of all things, smh Saeyoung) he’s placing more of his heart into your hands

He trusts and knows you’ll treat it well

✿ Jihyun ✿

A work of art, he’s so beautiful at your mercy

He likes how powerful it makes you

How you seem to draw strength from his submission, how confident and self-assured you become as his own movement is restrained

You’ve always been like a goddess to Jihyun, but you never seem to know it

In these moments, it’s like you get a glimpse of the true power you hold

He loves how stern, strong, and in control you are

Wondering why this is all about you and not at all about how tied up he is??

He kind of forgets he’s even restrained at all - he’s got eyes solely for you, would do anything for you

He is the most beautiful man in the world, with sky blue silk tied tight around his limbs and over his skin

And totally at your mercy

✿ Saeran ✿

Watches you with sharp teal eyes at all times, and never truly relaxes until he really gets into it

He trusts you, it’s just.. being so vulnerable is difficult

Truthfully, he’ll probably safeword the first time because he gets too in his head about the whole thing, and then feels too ashamed to try it again

Needs a lot of love and reassurance - of course safewording is okay!

Of course it’s okay if you don’t like bondage!

The truth is, it’s not the bindings he has a problem with, he just can’t escape from the phantom chains he wears from his time with Mint Eye, and combined the two are just too heavy

…that makes sense right? right

In the end, he winds up kind of liking the shift in power it brings

[kpopisthereasonihavenolife]

Call and Fold

BTS

Jimin/Reader

Genre: Drabble, Mafia AU, Stranger-Lovers, Poor Description of Poker

Words: 2k

Mafia AU/ Stranger-Lovers/ “Are you sure this is legal?”

Requested by: @authorofdanger

XXX

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You screeched as you found yourself at a poker table at the casino you were dragged to by your family.  You were apparently supposed to have a bonding night of some family fun (slightly boring) games, but that somehow turned to booze and gambling at the nearest boat.  

Being shoved into a stool by your older brother, he tipped his beer back at the neck of the bottle and downed enough to make his breath stick.  He belched as you wanted to die as he slides into a booth on your left. 

You cradled your head into your palm as you dreaded the rest of the night.  Your brother wasn’t exactly known for holding his liquor and the last thing you wanted to do was gamble your money away and babysit a 28-year-old man who is sending himself to an early grave.  

God only knows where your parents ran off too.  They may be middle-aged, but with the number of risque jokes your father still pulled on your mother, you wouldn't be surprised if they rented a hotel room in this damn place. 

To your right, you heard someone chuckle.  Looking up, you saw a man to your right.  Sitting in the stool next to you, a stack of chips and a hand of cards the dealer had dealt earlier.  He seemed to have been at this particular table for a while now.  He looked comfortable in his stool as he had one hand over his mouth.  

You could see his cheeks pushing up as he side-eyed you.  You looked back at your brother then to him and watched him roll his eyes in a teasing manner.  You groaned as you dug your elbows into the poker tables edge and buried your face into your hands.  

“Kill me now,” you pleaded.  The action at the table started with your brother as a new player. You quickly hopped out of your stool and offered it to some gentlemen who wanted in on the action.  You didn’t know the first thing about poker.  

Though, as the game progressed and hands were dealt and calls were made, you could tell your brother was loosing royally. 

You stood at his side behind him, in your dress your mother forced you into as you nursed on a glass of scotch.  You sighed as you debated on taking a shot as your brother was running himself into the ground.  

The man from before was still at the table. 

“Bet. Straight flush.” A woman at the end of the table cheered for her fiance as he tutted his nose in the air.  

“Call.” The man who snickered at you before spoke up.  He laid his cards down flat in sequence.  “Royal,” he said as the man from before was now groaning and moaning as his fiance pat sympathetically at his shoulder.  

Chips were slid to the mystery winning man and a new hand was dealt. Watching your brother play and fail as well as watching the man play and succeed, you were getting the basics of the game around you.  

You finally convinced your brother to go and sit at the bar for a while.  To either sober up or get further drunk, you didn’t care.  Just to get him away from the table.  He did so, but only after you lied to him about some lady waving him over. You signed as he finally staggered off.  

“Hey,” someone called you.  You saw Mr. Money-man as he stood from his stool and ticked his head.  “Sit.  Play a game.”  You looked at him and then to the stool than to the table and dealer who shuffled and tossed cards around as art to shuffle them. 

“Oh, I don’t play.”  

Money-man clucked his tongue.  “I’ll walk you through it.”  You sighed, more loosened up thanks to your alcohol and slid into the stool he once occupied.  He stood behind you.  “I figure watching is learning and you’ve been watching quite a while.” 

You rolled your eyes as a few others joined the table. 

“Don’t remind me.  He’s a pain in the ass and I refuse to be related to anyone who is drunk from less than 2 shots.” You looked over your shoulder at him.  “You’re not hitting on me? Are you?” 

“Would it be a problem if I was?” He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his slacks.  Looking him over now, he was very well dressed.  A blazer of ruby red and a pair of wrinkle-free black slacks with a white collar shirt.  His shoes were shining and spotless.  Chain necklace around his neck and his hair parted on his forehead, he tutted at you as he noticed your wandering eyes.  “Impressed?” He asked. 

“Would it be a problem if I was?” You mimicked his words.  

“She’s got a sense of humor.”

“She also has a name.” You turned back to the table. 

“I see your training this game Mr. Park?” The dealer said to the man behind you.  You watched as Mr. Park moved and pushed a few of his chips forward from the last game he played as you took over for him this one.  

“Giving it a go.  Always nice to try new things.  A student to carry my clean streak in poker isn’t a bad way to go.”  He then looked down at you as he peered over your shoulder standing at your side.  “And what is my student’s name?” 

“Y/n.” 

Mr. Park offered you his hand.  “Jimin.  A pleasure to meet you.” The cards were dealt and as you looked at them, you watched as Jimin told you to rearrange your hand, or told you to fold for a round.  He instructed you when to bet, or when to call and raise to someone’s cards.  Eventually, you were floating alright on your own as Jimin stood and watched you.  

By the time you had your fill of the game, Jimin was walking away with most of the money he earned from his games as you managed to keep it pretty even from the times you lost or won.  

It was midnight now and as you looked around for your brother, your phone rang.  You had long since left Jimin and poker behind as you found a quiet place to answer your phone.  

Your mother had run into your brother as they both went home and your father was still gambling for a while yet before he took a taxi back home.  You sighed, now allow and stranded as some casino and you wanted more than ever to just leave.  Maybe you should rent a room for the night and leave tomorrow?

As you looked down at your phone screen in your tucked away corner from the gambling life, an envelope was presented to you.  Following the hand and arm of the person offering it, you saw Jimin standing there.  one hand in his pocket as the other placed that same envelope on your phone’s screen.  It was hefty, for something so small. 

“Jimin?  What is this?” 

“Your winnings.” 

“My what?” Jimin chuckled as he motioned for you to open it up.  Inside were bills of cash.  You nearly dropped the cash and your phone.  

“What is this?!” You repeat.  

“The cash you won off your games.  You played for it, so it’s only fair you take it.”  You shook your head.  Tempting as the cash was, you couldn’t take it.  After all, you only played off of what Jimin had to start with from his games.  It was rightfully his. “Alright, compromise.” Jimin took the offered cash back as he tucked it into a pocket inside his blazer. “We both use this cash if you let me take you out next Wednesday.”  

He pulled his phone out as he opened it up, the add contact screen already up and ready for all your info.  You looked at him. 

“Seriously?” He laughed as he plucked your phone from you before it locked and gave you his.  So, your boring night of gambling turned into a new very attractive acquaintance and a future date. 

-3 Months Later-

“Is this even legal?” You asked as you watched Jimin beat a padlock with a metal pipe until it busted open.  He dropped the pipe as he dusted his hands off.  You’ve long since learned of his profession in the mafia.  Seeing how you met him in a casino so classy and decked up as well as his luck in the game, you should’ve guessed.  Of course, his plays were always cheated and altered in his favor.  

He looked at you, licking his lips as he flicked his brows up. Cocky bastard.  “is anything I do legal?” He asked as he pushed open the now open metal door.  “Ladies first.”

“What a gentleman.” 

You didn’t really know what was going on, or why he insisted you come with him on his specific job, but here you were.  A few of his guys were sitting put in the van he took here as Jimin seemed oddly calm.  He wasn’t on edge or tense like he would be on enemy territory. 

“Where are we?” 

“Or, we’re at a friend’s warehouse.  He wouldn’t give me his key and I need something in here.”

“So, the solution was to bust his lock?” 

“Bastard had it coming.” 

“You are such a child,” you chided as Jimin told you to sit and wait for him as he wandered around the room.  Searching through boxes and trunks and on shelves, he finally found whatever it was he was looking for and trotted back to you. He placed a small box in your hands. “This is?” 

“Open it and find out.” 

Doing so, a small pin sat inside it.  Resting on a velvet square of purple, you picked up the pin from the box.  It was smooth as it ran a perfect circle and sat in the middle of your hand, your palm swallowing it up if you closed your fist.  It was black as it had a metal outline and a golden puma designed on it. 

“Isn’t this your insignia?” He nodded.  Yes, Jimin’s portion of the mafia he controlled was known as Puma.  So, anything related to him and his affairs were always left with this silhouette of the wild cat. 

“I asked someone to make that for you.  But, Seokjin got it and put it in here for me to find like a jerk.”  

“Make it for- wait a second.  Are you putting me under your protection or something?” 

“I am.” 

You whistled in awe.  “That’s a big gesture for someone you met at a casino 3 months ago.” Jimin rolled his eyes.  

“I don’t care.  You know I care about you, you just won’t agree to be my girlfriend.” 

“Oh please.  You’ve asked like what- 3 times?” 

“5 times thank you very much!” You rolled your eyes at him as you held the pin over your shirt. 

“Should I put it on? Or maybe keep it on my bag.  Or keep it in my wallet?”  Jimin grabbed it and pinned it onto the strap of your bag that was low enough so when you held your bag when you walked, your hand would hide it.  It would be visible enough to be seen by anyone too close to you. 

“That’s a good place,” Jimin said.  “So, you’ll go out with me now?” 

“Of course.  You should’ve asked me sooner,” you teased.  Jimin just pinched your sides as he laughed at you and your unchanged sense of humor. 

“PARK JIMIN WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY LOCK?!” Jimin watched in horror as Seokjin came barreling into his warehouse with his busted lock in his hand.  He looked at you as you just shrugged your shoulder. 

“This one is on you buddy. You’re the one who broke it.” 

“I’m breaking up with you,” he deadpanned.  

“You love me.” You still ended up being lectured along with Jimin by the elder man even though you did nothing wrong.  Apparently letting your boyfriend break locks and do nothing to stop him is an offense of the Great Kim Seokjin.