#there that’s my cooking pic tag now cool

[diorsluv]

feather , part 9

“ i hit ignore ”

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next chapter notes ) IM SO SORRY I HATE WRITING ABT THE MALE!OC SO MUCH but i need to build tension 😞😞 it’s for the sake of the plot i swear

[awkwardbeartrio]

The Bros as your s/o !

🐻Grizz

WOAH DUDE! You’re so cool!

Grizz is totally your hype man one hundred percent.

You could even mess up on baking cookies and he’d still eat the whole tray

“Dude what are you talking about? These cookies are the BOMB!”

“I’m glad you liked them.”

He inhales all your food, no matter if the preparation is good OR bad.

You’re going to get picked up A LOT.

BIIIIIIG bear hugs!!

If you’re an athletic person, awesome! You can have cool sporty dates and carbo load!

If you’re not really an athletic person, that’s okay too! You and Grizz can just lounge and watch cool tv shows and maybe a horror flick!

He’s pretty flexible and is quick to understand (with a bit of explaining)

Sometimes he gets too in his own plans and drags you along with him without really asking first.

You gotta really remind him sometimes that you just might not be in the mood to, i dunno,, do a whole run throughout town or something.

Grizz understands and just wants you happy.

so after awhile he starts to get it.

“So, Y/n! What is it you wanna do today since i picked yesterdays funtivity (fun activity)! What’s it gonna be!? A trip to the aquarium? OH OH! The new burrito place downtown!?”

“It’s gonna be a whole day dedicated to comedy movies, honey wasabi gummies and naps. Sound good?”

Grizz has heart eyes.

“That sounds perfect, my sweet. NOW C’MON LET’S CHOW DOWN ON SOME GUMMIES!”

🐼Panda

Panda thinks you’re an absolute dream come true.

He’s head over heels for you and at first confessed through texts! (since he couldn’t really vocally speak to you face to face)

Y/N you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met.🥰 I’m soooo sorry I couldn’t talk to you 😖I just got super nervous!! 😖😖😖

Awe! That’s okay Panda! I was super nervous too. I’m not all that great with words sometimes 🫢but texting is nice 😊 I think you’re amazing too!

After a loooong week or two of texting one another non-stop almost, the rest is history!

He had boldly asked you out in person, sending you on a whole text search hunt throughout town.

Of course his brothers helped him. it was super sweet.

Some things you guys do together is watch Korean and Japanese romance dramas.

Usually ends up with the two of you debating on who the main character really should be with.

sometimes bets are made! …and you win MOST of them.

When you’re not bickering over tv shows, you’re going out on nice boba dates, taking SO many pictures of your shared food and tagging each other in practically every post.

you guys also have matching profile pics ❤️

Every post you make he’s flooding them with such positivity.

He double texts a LOT when you’re not together. Like a LOT a LOT.

You remind Panda that he can do other stuff while you’re away. It’s usually not for long that the two of you are apart anyways.

Makes time go by faster!

You think it’s just because he’s afraid that you’ll leave. Also he’s cutely clingy.

and you’re right.

So you’re gentle with him about the massive texts thing and luckily …. it doesn’t go too bad.

He sorta beats himself up over it and thinks he’s a dingle.

but you love him and he starts to work on it and his sense of self.

Even his anxiety has gotten a bit less since you came around.

Truly, he loves you and he’s gonna post about it for the 5947747483744 time.

and you’re going to heart it and with a comment I love you Pan-Pan! 💕

🐻‍❄️ Ice Bear

For the LONGEST time, neither of you said anything to one another.

It was really hard to read him.

and it was really hard for him to read YOU

so it was a weird western standoff for awhile.

but that’s in the past!

He doesn’t really let you do much heavy work. if at all.

“Ice bear will get it for you.”

You sorta wonder if he thinks you’re weak.

He just cares about you and his love language is acts of service.

You just sit and watch him create such heavenly meals for you and for his brothers.

You are always full and happy which makes him happy too.

He cleans, cooks, builds etc… he’s got it all under control.

You just fill his ears about your day and trust me, he’s a master at multitasking so he’s heard every word.

Sometimes you just want to help though.

A part of you feels bad and once you’ve expressed that, Ice Bear can’t help but feel bad himself.

“Ice Bear is sorry.”

He starts letting you in on his chores here and there.

It’s small work like folding towels and laundry but he’s steals a few glances between the rest of the monstrous tasks.

You’re smiling and that just makes him smile a little too.

He loves you dearly.

END.

— hello! hoped you enjoyed reading! i’m FINALLY posting on here after countless months of just not doing anything with the account. if there’s anything you’d like to see next, let me know! bye bye now! 🐻🐼🐻‍❄️

[generic-whumperz]

OC in 3

Choose 3 pics to represent your OC

Oops, I got overly excited and made 10 three-picture collages

Omg thank you @mj-iza-writer for the tag! I am honored that I came to mind! 🥹

No pressure (& open to anyone interested!) tag: @rainydaywhump @eatyourdamnpears @clairelsonao3 @dresden-syndrome @lights-out-knives-out @snakebites-and-ink

| Aid Masterlist | Aid Character Sheet | Character Info

Soooo, I know I’m supposed only to pick three pics, but honestly, I simply cannot (I know, no surprise there). I have been wanting to do a vibe photo dump for The Aid (the Whumpee & title of the story) but have yet to do it (hello, my ever-expanding Pinterest boards), so I’ll take this chance to explore The Aid’s past phases he’s gone through (pre & post-Wyatt {Whumper #2}) and give some explanations because it’s a lot. However, I don’t know if explanations are necessary for this tag game, but I’m famously too much, so of course, I’m going to over-explain myself because of my crippling fear of being misunderstood!

Ironically, I call his time with Madame Eleanor (technical Whumper #1) his “Aid Era” because that’s when he becomes this character we are introduced to and currently know him as. Yet, this is the part of his life he is phasing out of. **Insert something-something about being haunted by your past.**

(In the current storyline, he is going through a succession of more changes, and his world is about to be turned upside down yet again, but I’ll hold off on showing those for now because they’re spoilers, and I have more than enough here!)

Starting from the top, here we goooo—

P.S. The people in these pics are not what the characters look like, this is simply vibes only!

Day 1

1. As soon as The Aid arrives at his new home, Madame Eleanor gets custom-made Gucci uniforms made for him that looks like this. This is his go-to everyday attire. (I spent too long looking at scrubs and hospitality uniforms on and off for over a month—tell me you like it and think it’s cool and sleek.)

2. He has a special built-in in his closet specifically for all his fancy, jewel-encrusted collars Madame Eleanor gifted him throughout the years, but this is what the facility's standard-issue collar looks like for his designation (Grand Servant: Domestic Aid).

3. His favorite Prada frames Madame Eleanor got him. (Wyatt later breaks them because he’s an asshole, leaving him straight up blind for several months).

Fancy Threads

Eleanor Sullivan was a Rich Bitch™️, so best believe she had her servant dressed to the 9s in designer fits when out and about or for Family events and the like. She may also put him in a butler uniform from time to time when they were hosting a party at their residence—which was often, Eleanor was known for her soirées. (To clarify, he’d still wear a collar even when dressed up, and all those attending knew who and what he was.)

The Host

He loved a good party just as much as Eleanor did! He likes serving and seeing people have fun and enjoy themselves (people-pleasing empath). He was known for his food displays and had a knack for creating a proper afternoon tea spread that garnered attention from all those present.

Speaking of Empath…

We can’t talk about him without bringing up his not-so-secret secret! Lil’ homie has a gang of abilities (telepathic empathy, hyper intuition, premonitions, and psychometry) just bubbling up inside him at all times. His relationship with himself and his sixth senses is complicated, to say the least—he finds them burdensome, yet he cannot function without them, despite how much he argues otherwise. It’s a whole thing, but for a certified Telepathic-Empath™️, he sure is dead inside (which only gets worse after Wyatt OFC).

*Sorry for the shitty upload quality of the Emotional Sponge, idk why it looks so bad!

Domestic Duties

Not only can he slap together the best charcuterie board you’ve ever seen and easily untangle Christmas lights, but he’s also a man who can cook, clean, and keep a house. What can’t he do?

Hobbies? Interests?

Don’t be ridiculous, he didn’t have time for leisure activities! But when he had some occasional downtime, he would spend an ungodly amount of it doing facials and grooming himself. He also loved to go to the spa with Madame Eleanor. As far as reading went, he wasn’t into novels, but he would occasionally peruse short-story myths and legends, old fables, or read picture books in funny voices to Eleanor’s grandchildren. Primarily, he’d like to read trashy magazines, comics, and cookbooks. But let’s be real, he considered cleaning, gossiping, and baking his primary hobbies.

RIP Madame Eleanor Sullivan

(She’s been dead for about a year and a half when they story picks up)

First and foremost—above everything else—The Aid was Eleanor Sullivan’s literal live-in medically trained caregiver, which is why she bought him in the first place. They had a very close relationship for five years, and he did everything for her. When she died, his world was shattered, and he took her death really hard. Wyatt was jealous of his Mother’s relationship with her servant from day one, which is where part of his animosity comes from. Quick note—Eleanor was a posh, vintage-Chanel-wearing Grandma and would never be caught dead wearing a bathrobe outside. Eleanor was Queen of being That Bitch.

Enter: Wyatt Sullivan

These pics are pretty tame all things considered, but after Eleanor’s death, The Aid is now in a World O’ Hurt and the subject of Wyatt’s drug-and-alcohol-fueled rage. The Aid went from a high-class servant loved by his Madame and respected by her friends, associates, and family (besides Wyatt) to a human punching bag overnight. The beef between these two runs deep and maybe Eleanor isn’t as innocent as she seems. Stick around and you’ll find out all the Sullivan family tea.

To: Wyatt

Just some memes directed towards Wyatt and The Aid being painfully aware of his shitty situation (I got too many of these and had to sprinkle some in).

Where We’re at Now…

Quite the fall from grace, wouldn’t you say? Our boy is currently bed-ridden and zombified while having the worst time imaginable. He’s drugged up, fucked up, and can’t move half of his body!

*This took me an embarrassing amount of time to assemble, but I went the extra mile because this doubles as a reference guide.

[at1nys-blog]

Next Door

When you try to save your friends from bad press (your father's opinion on them) ending up having to find a way to survive it turns different than what you expected, but along the way there are your best friends, new friends and a very annoying gym bro that lives just Next Door

Previously on... Next Door//More about... Next Door//Next on... Next Door

Vol.9 Ch.37-Usopp the trendsetter❤️‍🔥

yn.ishere

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yn.ishere: taking over the D. Monkey’s household since Grandpa Garp isn’t around also @/acenotass where is Dadan? I wanted to meet her and you promised

tagged acenotass and monkey_dluffy

acenotass: she doen't want to meet you. I promised shit

idc_sabo0: you know she will fall in love with you, I don't need another bully thanks

^yn.ishere: I don't know what you are talking about

monkey_dluffy: she decided to go out so we could have some fun

^yn.ishere: best grandma ever

candychopper

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candychopper: Very random pictures with the genius cook because dad (not Franky) was late

tagged san_ji3

san_ji3: I’m cooler than Zoro

^z0r0: you will never be cooler than me

koalala: you are so cute Choppy

^idc_sabo0: you are so right

^candychopper: is Chopper and I am not cute, you baka

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idc_sabo0: Ace was hungry and Luffy was unlucky enought to be around. Usopp let's be less excited is just food

tagged acenotass, monkey_dluffy and yasusopp

yasusopp: is JUST food???? Man is a token of heaven on Earth

^san_ji3: you are too nice

art.kaya.: you can't tell him to not be excited about food

koalala: look at my boyfriend not sharing a single pic of me

^idc_sabo0: there is still time for that

^koalala: you better

art.kaya.

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art.kaya.: that's my boyfriend y'all. he said, and I quote "I need to have my costume ready for Halloween", Halloween was last month...

tagged yasusopp

yasusopp: is never too early to work on a Halloween costume

^art.kaya.: is a lie and you know it, is too early

z0r0: what are you supposed to be?

^yasusopp: a brave soldier of the seas

^z0r0: you failed then

^yasusopp: EHY

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_nami_: I have to deal with a bunch of idiots

tagged law.traffy, monkey_dluffy and san_ji3

monkey_dluffy: I'm still your idiot though

^_nami_: with the amount of time you spend with Law, I don't think so. He is basically your boyfriend at this point

^law.traffy: NO

candychopper: why is Sanji so shocked

^monkey_dluffy: you won't believe it too

^yn.ishere: I WANT TO KNOW

^monkey_dluffy: no you don't

^yn.ishere: meanie

^monkey_dluffy: I'm literally paying (Garp is but that's another story) for tonight?

^koalala: we spending Gov's money?

^idc_sabo0: we are always spending Gov's money what are you talking about??

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yn.ishere: met those guys randomly and they were very nice

_nami_: guy in total black was loaded af

^koalala: of course

san_ji3: they were nice to you girls

^candychopper: and me

^z0r0: they didn't think of you as a threat, they basically offended you

^candychopper: now…

^yn.ishere: don't listen to mosshead, they just thought you were too cool to date any of us

^candychopper: now now...

pinkyrona.: yn stealing hearts left and right

shim0.kuina: the look on Zoro's face when they approached us, so funny

^z0r0: it wasn't I just wanted to make sure they did not meant bad business

^yn.ishere: that is you

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san_ji3: @/acenotass is a great photographer, thank you

acenotass: you are welcomed😉

^san_ji: you flatter me

^z0r0: since when are you💅🏻

^yn.ishere: who taught you that?

^san_ji3: since NEVER????

^z0r0: @/yn.ishere I have good teachers

^shim0.kuina: I am teacher

^pinkyrona.: I am the other teacher he is talking about

yasusopp: if you are going to waste such talent I am going to kill you

^san_ji3: what talent?

^yasusopp: I wasn't talking to you...

^acenotass: WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?????

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acenotass: Usopp: YN do you like zoro? // YN: I'm sorry, WHAT?// Usopp: you heard me, so?//YN: Nope//Usopp: *shocked Pikachu face*

z0r0: why did you ask her?

^yasusopp: because she was staring at you with heart eyes

^yn.ishere: I was NOT????

^koalala: you were

^yn.ishere: WHY ARE YOU IN HIS SIDE?????

^z0r0: so... you like me?

^yn.ishere: I'm going to choke you

^z0r0: love we talked about this, only behind closed door

^candychopper: I'm sorry????

pinkyrona.: it might be crazy what 'am about to say

^yn.ishere: RONA....

^_nami_: she knows something and I don't???

^koalala: top 10 anime betrayals

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shim0.kuina: man has a change of clothes in his car? He is a genius because someone bumped into him and spilled his drink on him

tagged yasusopp

art.kaya.: this because the first time we went on a date someone spilled coffee on him and he was sorry for the other half of it

^yn.ishere: universe please listen to my prayers and give me a boyfriend like him

^z0r0: I'm literally here

^yn.ishere: Universe, someone with a functioning brain please

^z0r0: EHY

monkey_dluffy: why everywhere we go you make new friends?

^yasusopp: I learned from the best💪🏻

san_ji3: gonna do it too fron now on

^koalala: usopp the trendsetter❤️‍🔥

[milla984]

Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool~)🌈🌈

Five things I like about myself, in no particular order (physical traits included, since it doesn't say I can't mention them):

1. I'm very professional at work and a complete idiot/goofball around my friends

2. Lying is both exhausting and useless to me, so if I don't feel like talking about something or disclosing personal info I just say so

3. I actually like my eye colour - hazel, with gold flecks

4. I love furbabies but I also know I don't have the right mindset to properly take care of one of them in the long run, which is why I don't feel like adopting for now (they're not toys, please do your research before getting one)

5. I'm a decent cook and part of my love language is baking/cooking. I'm still super-proud of the three-course menu I put together and cooked on my own for the 50th anniversary of my British friends, we should have taken a few pics but we were too busy enjoying it 😂

Thank you so much 💜💜💜

Tagging a few people if they want to join (I'm having a few issues with my asks lately and idk if it's the same for everyone else) - no pressure

@criminalskies, @matthew-gray-gubler-lover, @astrafangs, @sleeperwillow, @softhairedhotch, @dontemilyyyyme, @only-one-brain-cell, @mrs-ssa-hotch, @reidsbookclub, @scorpiofangirl1109

[rainmustfallts4]

Rain Must Fall (Commentary Ed.) ◇ Episode 26: 'research'

⊶⊰Information & Index⊱⊷⊶⊰Ep. 1⊱⊷⊶⊰Chronological Tag⊱⊷

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What the fu –

As soon as she arrived at the career day hall, everyone started thinking about her lmao So creepy~ At least the nasty teacher wasn’t thinking of her lol

First, she spoke to the criminal advisor. The job sounded pretty fun, if she was being honest.

Next was conservation and military. He wanted her to join the military, but be eco-friendly about it… sounds awfully boring.

Finally, she met the cooking advisor. She hates cooking, so she daydreamed of someone else making tacos as the guy droned on about how cool being a chef is. Which, mind you, is factually wrong because everyone knows the kitchen is always hot, not cool.

After she finished listening to three old men drone on about their chosen careers, she retreated to the back of the room, pretending to do ‘research.’ Fun fact – she was just gaming c:

Cherry trees are so damn pretty, I love them so much.

If you recall, the teacher behind her is the creep who got naked at school. They have a negative relationship and she does NOT like him. She couldn’t even focus on the game because of him.

So I sent her outside. I got my pic of the cherry trees and now it was her turn 📷

There was only a few minutes left of career day so she spent that time doing extra credit work.

When she got home, there was a surprise waiting for her.

This honestly surprised me but it’s such a cute gesture.

It’s a guitar! He made her a guitar! 😮

New skill, here we come!

Oscar is going to hate us for a while lmao

[mklt]

Random thoughts about Mikami and Light pt.2 very long...

most of these are from Twitter and my old post 2017

>>> These are just my imagination and maybe personal preference please don’t take them personally

i just want to write and keep this here bc i like to delete my stuff a lot

part. 1 here

Thread 1 : 14 February, 2023 (about interior of mikami’s apartment)

Anime - looks like his bedroom is upstairs (and his bdsm dunge- i mean his study room maybe is on the same floor as the living room with rly long corridor 

Manga - his study room is downstairs He has a 2-level condo….

Financially stable is my dream BL scenario (....)

Thread 2 : 14 February, 2023 (another topic)

Valentine Day

Light got many chocos so he shared them with his colleagues.. (they're jealous of him lol) Mikami got some from secret admirers but he gave them to his secretary lol

Light has already gotten used to it while Mikami just thinks they're not rly important (his secretary and subordinates said he's too serious/no fun) and Mikami doesn't like when ppl snack on the job fuuu

Then Mikami sent flowers/cooks a romantic dinner for Light The idea of Light sending the flower to other people at his office is very funny jfjd

Thread 3 : 21 February, 2023

I like the idea of Light already getting used to being idolized by his peers so when ppl rly got so obsessed with him (Misa or Mkami) he got annoyed

Mikami keeps calling him "god" and keeps pampering him but sometimes it's just get annoying I think Light only likes it when Mikami can do his "kira's job" perfectly But sometimes it's getting on his nerves wwww

Random gag story [beware] Light try to bribe Ryuk with apples, so Mikami won't find him (bc he's not in the mood for Mikami's random worship talks about him) 

Ryuk : yea he's boring and he likes to ignore me, for once I'm on ur side Light (he said this bc of apples)

The next day Mikami bribes Ryuk more with a whole box of apples, Now ryuk likes Mikami more and betrayed Light loml

Thread 4 : 7 March, 2023

Mikami has strong liver

College-era Mikami bought cheap beers and noodle cups while studying hard for the exam after graduation he started to fix his lifestyle ww

Thread 5 : 7 March, 2023 (talking about Translating Japanese fic on pixiv)

Light > "I had only thought of him (Mikami) as a man who walked around dressed in cool, calm, and decent clothes. But your attitude...your outburst is like a jealous woman." (Idk if the wording is right hmm Im trying to translate this jp mikalight fic )

Remember canon, I kinda feel bad for Takada like ok she's Mikami's "friend". They have dinner together, Mikami picked her up as kira spokesperson then Mikami just ok les kill her bye (but this is why he failed lol)

It just shows how Mikami is so detached from ppl wwww Bc in my hc, i know sooner or later Mikami will get very jealous and regret introducing Takada to light (if I'm following BL route lol), And light won't like it if he bc too emotional (bc its so unexpected of Mikami)

Mikami talks to light, he seems calm but his grip on his shoulder is too tight it starts to hurt. Light told him i need this for investigation, I need to keep pretending. Don't talk about Kiyomi like that. Light tried to get his hand off violently but he accidentally punched him ww

“I hadn't punched anyone since Ryuzaki. But this is the first time that I have been one-sidedly violent. the guilt of hitting someone burns in my throat” thought Light 

Thread 6 : 2 April, 2023

I wonder what is a proper tag for 照月 since actual Teruzuki is a warship, so its all just pics of kancolle girl sometimes

"Shining moon" or "illuminated moon" is very pretty.. But in the end, Mikami failed him so Light won't shine again (huh)

Thread 7 : 23 April, 2023

something... something about succubus Light and priest Mikami wanting to go into ero territory but also a gag scenario where Mikami worshipping him or something like a false god; so it kinda leads to misunderstanding... cherry boi Mikami power

Thread 8 : 25 April, 2023

since DN took place around 2000-2010

I wonder if ppl make those cute gijinkas of Kira-tan and L-tan like in 2ch

there are some cute gijinka of SCP... (and uh corona-chan) and something ...... I think they're kinda tasteless but it's 2ch/4ch lol 

 the idea of Moe Kira-tan all over the internet telling ppl not to do crimes asjdlask

Misa will like it but she's disappointed bc Kira (light) is a prince! not a loli😂

light acts like he doesn't care and it gives him a headache (kinda hurts his pride)

L is amused by it and told Watari to buy that very rare garage kits figure at Wonfes just to piss Light off

Mikami hates them so much that he keeps threatening those otakus in 2ch post bc YOU HAVE TO RESPECT our KIRA-sama (but ended up buying those figures and making an altar)

Thread 9 : 27 April, 2023

Rereading fic from this doujin where Mikami got Saturday night palsy bc of Lighto.... at the same time I feel bad but it's kind cute((( lol

Idk how to tl but >>> The doctor examined Mikami's arm and asked him if he had a "gf". Mikami was embarrassed and admitted that he did. The doctor then said that he knew the cause of Teru's sore arm - it was due to his "gf" sleeping on it every night

Thread 10 : 20 May, 2023

Kira wins au, where Light has to meet his family (before he left ) Sayu still recovering from the kidnapping accident and Sachiko still struggling with everything but she's glad Light is still alive Idk where I can put mklt in here

Light only told Mikami about his meeting with Sachiko for the last time before they elope (www) They're not interested in talking about their family he thinks Mikami won't care about them and just move on

But Mikami will respond by randomly talking about her dead mom just trying to sympathize with Light (he's trying) but it makes everything more awkward for Light (like.. okay?) They never talk about their family again for years lol

Thread 11 : September 18th, 2018 (from a really old ask about ship?)

Anonymous: Mikalight 6+7

ok

6) hm they don’t have rly canon moments (but i don't like their anime moments— idk the phone scene – the ending -w- 

the reason i like mikalight is bc of that scene where Mikami roasting light so yeah that  (anime) yellow warehouse scene is mehhh

7)oh fav hc… (i have weird hcs sorry-

both of them are just… weird? kind of disturbing for outsiders (like in Ryuk’s pov) but that’s how they show their love to each other, no… like… in …yandere way (lol) i don’t know how to explain it ahaha =w= 

from the outside - in public, they look normal but on the inside,,, hahah 

(i think what makes it weird bc they look so normal and professional so this is like gap moe or something like that…

like I have this stupid hc where Mikami likes to collect Light’s strand of hair from his brush and keep it on his personal desk (he likes to stare at them) maybe he’s thinking how much he appreciates Light lol I don’t really know why I have this HC it just really stuck on my head asdasf

and light likes to play with Mikami’s eyelids when he sleeps (I always think Light only likes Mikami because of his shinigami eyes xD not like him with Misa…) and Light always thinks “should I really trust him? I can find another replacement but idk why I still choose to stay with him,” light is still confident but there’s a small voice inside of his head telling him not to trust Mikami bc maybe… just maybe he will kill him when light lose haha but the light won’t allow it. he’s Mikami’s Kami after all ;w;

for normal hc mikami and light can switch in tsukkomi/boke moment lol

[mygwenchan]

People I wanna know better tag meme

I got tagged by the lovely @scarefox :)

Last song?

This one from my work playlist (it's a remix of the "The Lost Boys" soundtrack)

Favorite color?

It kind of changes every couple of years. Right now I like green a lot 💚

Currently watching?

A lot 😅

BLs:

Ossan's Love Returns

Playboyy

War of Y

Pit Babe

Cooking Crush

Sahara sensei to Toki-kun

Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka

And I'm also (re)watching some older series (mostly while I work, perks of working in my home office ^^):

The X-Files (season 1)

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (season 1)

Star Trek Voyager (season 6)

Star Trek Deep Space Nine (season 3)

Last movie?

I mostly watch series, but I actually managed to watch two movies last weekend!: The Favorite (18th century lesbians anyone?) & Ratatouille (the best tiny cook!)

Sweet/Spicy/Savory?

YES Idk I like all the flavors XD The only thing I can't eat is sour stuff, because I'll get an upset stomach :(

Relationship status?

Single pringle~

Current obsessions?

Playboyy the series 😌

Last thing you googled?

Hmm, I think the last thing I looked up was info about the 6th Oktober 1976 massacre of students at Thammasat University to get more background information while I was watching Shadow the Series. Pretty gruesome stuff... Especially the fact that none of the perpetrators were ever held accountable. It seems the official government stance is that it was just an unfortunate event and everyone should forget about it. But when you watch interviews with people who survived, it's obvious there is still a lot of trauma going on.

Selfie or another pic you took?

Let me share a cool pic from my parent's garden. What you can see here is not a hummingbird, but a huge chunky moth! They're called Taubenschwänzchen or hummingbird hawk-moths and they're about 4-5cm big :3 It's a pretty rare find up in the northern parts of Europe, because they usually prefer a warmer climate.

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And let's see... I'm tagging: @boysslove @my-rose-tinted-glasses @blmpff @pinkkop @bunni-bun @ellieellieoxenfree

[notsoshy-bi]

Shoutout to @hv-22 for the tag 😘

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

1. Are you named after anyone

My given name is the same as my dad’s :)

2. When was the last time you cried?

I was on the verge of tears like a week ago talking to my parents but didn’t end up crying

3. Do you have kids?

Nope, I may want them eventually but not for a while

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

So much(mot a lot over text tho)

5. What is the first thing you notice in people?

The colour of their eyes and also their energy, social cues are weird but vibes are good

6. What color are your eyes?

Blue!

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Recently I’ve been getting more into horror, especially campy horror and stuff with cool cinematography like The Menu or Hush

8. Special talents?

I’m decent at baking bread and writing poetry, not sure what else to put for this one

9. Where were you born?

Georgia (the US State, not the country) but I only lived there for a couple months

10. What are your hobbies?

Video games, baking (especially bread) and sleep, although I’m also learning how to cook, I know a lot of the basics but need practice (my bestie is the best cook so we do that together)

11. Have any pets?

I’m living in a dorm right now so no, but next year when I get an apartment my friend and I are getting a cat!! (I will post pics of it dw)

12. What's sports do you play or have played?

I played basketball and flag football in elementary and middle school, and I rowed crew for a year in high school

13. How tall are you?

Almost exactly 6ft (like 183cm)

14. Favorite subject in school?

Definitely science and history

15. Dream job?

Materials scientist/packaging engineer

I’m tagging all of these lovely people! 🥰💕(15 is so many wtff)

@softdommegf @barkwoofbarkwoofbark @cowboy-7000 @bunnygirlmilk @yearning-sunny @feralattentionwhore @pxrttycxnt @ftm-fox-prince @chakalaka98 @fallenfawnn @kiss-of-the-succubus @angel-bbyxoxo @delta-is-a-little-lewd @verysecretlykinky @chubby-cherubs

[adamgant]

Paleo Banana Bread

Paleo Banana Bread https://ift.tt/BtCc5hV Sharing a delicious and healthy recipe for Paleo banana bread! This post is updated with new pics and a refresh. Hi friends! How are you? I hope you had an amazing weekend! We were in Phoenix for a dance competition. P has had basketball games, so the past couple of competitions have just been Liv and myself. It’s been a treat to spend some time together and in the hotel each night, we had takeout picnic and watched multiple episodes of Friends. It was lovely! It’s back to the swing around here this week, and I wanted to share a delicious and healthy recipe with ya. This is one of my staples and I love it when we have bananas that are on their last leg. I think a lot of us went through a banana bread heyday in 2020, and I kind of overdid it. Now that I’ve stopped making it so frequently, it’s *special* again, and a lovely little treat. (fave spring dress is here!) Paleo Banana Bread With its moist texture, natural sweetness, and nutty flavor, this paleo banana bread is sure to become a staple in your kitchen. Enjoy it for breakfast, as a snack, or dessert, knowing it’s made with wholesome ingredients that nourish your body. I hope you love the recipe as much as we do! Leaving an old pic so my Pinterest friends know they’re at the right spot! When I originally made this, I typed out the recipe on my phone —  it was very on the fly. I thought it would be good but maybe not quite blogworthy. Totally surprised myself with this one, as gluten-free baking can be tough. It’s been a staple all this time! This grain-free banana bread is extremely moist, decadent and made the house smell amazing. I love this recipe because it’s nutrient-dense and delicious, but also because it takes less than 20 minutes to throw together. Once it’s ready to pull from the oven, about 40 minutes of baking time, let it cool completely on a wire rack. It’s been a great snack, ands good crumbled onto plain yogurt with fresh fruit and a drizzle of honey. You can also add chocolate chips to the recipe, and/or smear a warm piece of the bread with peanut butter or almond butter – mmm! Have ripe bananas on your counter? You’ve got to give this recipe a try! Print Grain-Free Banana Bread Print Recipe 5 Stars 4 Stars 3 Stars 2 Stars 1 Star No reviews Ingredients 2 mashed bananas 1/2 cup almond milk 1/2 cup coconut oil 2 eggs 1 tsp cinnamon 1 tsp vanilla extract 1/4 tsp nutmeg 2 heaping tablespoons honey 2 cups almond meal 1/4 tsp baking soda 1/2 cup walnut pieces Cook Mode Prevent your screen from going dark Instructions Preheat oven to 350 Mix all ingredients well Pour into greased loaf pan Place extra banana slices on top Bake for 35-40 minutes Did you make this recipe? Tag @fitnessista on Instagram   Tips for Perfect Paleo Banana Bread: Use overripe bananas for maximum sweetness and flavor. Feel free to swap almond flour for a gluten-free baking blend. Measure your ingredients accurately using a measuring cup or scale. For extra sweetness, add a handful of paleo-friendly chocolate chips or chopped nuts to the batter. Store any leftovers in an airtight container in the refrigerator for up to five days. You could also give this banana bread recipe a try or this banana muffin recipe for pre-portioned goodness. See ya in the morning with a new leg workout

[tickles-tea]

You’re welcome! And nice!! Also huh neat! I think that’s the kinda ball python a friend of mine irl had… idk for sure since I never asked. They look similar though. Also since you put it the tags I won’t mention the name you said here but… that’s so cute lol!! And also somehow fitting… if that makes sense?

IKR in my freshman year of high school I suddenly got obsessed with getting a pet snake and researched like crazy what ones would be good for a complete snake newbie like me and one of the things said corn snakes. So I looked into it more and found that blizzard corn snakes were the prettiest imo.

Honestly when I first laid eyes on a pic of a blizzard corn snake the name came to me… like I didn’t pick it out per se -ish. I just saw the pic, was momentarily stunned then had a thought of something like “IMMA NAME HIM ALMOND!!”. And that name has stuck since then… I can’t picture naming my future snake anything else now (as lame as that sounds LOL). Also neat x2… if you don’t mind me asking where’d you some hatch? (Plz ignore the fact I just wrote a ton in reply… I haven’t gotten to mention my boi Almond to anyone in a while and got excited lol)

Thank you haha it was supposed to be a place holder name until I got a feel for his personality but it stuck ahshsksk 🙃

Good on you for doing your research!! That makes me so happy to hear 😭 also good call on choosing a corn snake over a ball python LMAO I love my boys but I’m going to have grey hair before I hit 30 bc of them orz

Omfg Almond is such a cute name!! Especially for a snake bc people get so freaked out even when the motherfucker’s name is a nut ahsvhsjsksk 

As for where I saw them hatch, I know the owner of the local reptile shop so she shows me the cool stuff they have cooking in the back sometimes :3

Also don’t even worry about rambling!! I fucking,,,love talking about snakes and reptiles in general so much

[sunkingwrites]

goooood morning.. 💕 mm I’m so sleepy still- gonna make myself some coffee and then hopefully my stomach doesn’t get upset with the amount of cookies I plan to eat for breakfast 😙

anywaaaays, I’m gonna be cooking a lot today because it’s almost someones birthday and like the good roommate I am I gotta cook their favorite foods~ oh but but I was catching up with bnha before I went to sleep last night (pls I swear I slept when you told me to) but then my roommate came in and.. stole my laptop? I mean I didn’t mind because I was having a mental breakdown over the recent episode,, but now I’m concerned what they did because all they said was “I need le minecraft.” and left 🥲

and I finally finished the firewatch shinkami fic- why tf is it so good??? awhkjhdiuhoina I kept getting distracted noticing the little elements in the writing but it just made it so captivating 😭

oH OH AND- I finally finished what I had left for my college projects and sooo I don’t have anything to do for the next 2 days.. unless *cough* anyone *cough* wants to do me 🥺/j

jokes aside I was crying this morning because I also finished chapter 5 of the song of achilles and we got a background check on one of the characters and I swear I could see the mommy issues shining through 😔

OK NOW IM JUST RANTING OF WHAT IVE BEEN DOING HJQSDKJKWFDKJJNKASD- I can’t get discord to open so that’s why I’m sending an ask tho 🥲

oh oh and my mind just suddenly filled with questions last night and it wont stop bothering me lol I dunno why… they’re so random tho- although I’m very curious on the one reason we know each other: how did you find my blog? It’s just a lingering question that I always wonder when someone follows me hehe- I mean,, I’m very glad you found me because holy shit— 😭 I remember how you were freaking out because I followed you back- that was the best decision I’ve ever made in my life tbh (we’ve been mutuals for well over a month ayo??)

anyways I’m gonna stop my intrusive mind from dumbing more stuff here so I don’t clog up your asks.. I hope you have a great great day, and I will send you kisses and updates of what I cook and uhh shit I do! on discord this time hehe… well unless food pics are not something you like then I’ll just spam you with random shit I do-!

mwah mwah~ ✨

Dude,, IF YOU MADE FOOD FOR MY BIRTHDAY I WOULD FUCKING CRYYY

Ohhhh my godssshfjsmck the fucking shinkami fic,, IT HAD NO RIGHT TO BE THAT GOOD- I WANT TO GET THAT GOOD AT WRITING AJJCNSNNF but like,, I was so fucking close to crying?? MultiPLE TIMES??? AND LIKE ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT WHEN DENKI WAS RUNNING TO THE TOWER,, AND I THINK IT'S SO COOL THEY ADDED ACTUAL BNHA LORE WITH THAT OTHER ASSASSIN HERO LADY AND THAT THEY COULD EXPLAIN DENKI'S LEGS DOING THAT NSKDJSBBFBDB

just-- so fucking good-

Mmmm,, we love mommy issues-- just love love love that for us~ No but like, characters with mommy issues are always too relatable to write aghh- LIKE STOP HAVING MY THOUGHTS PLEASE,, I UNDERSTAND I HAVE TRAUMA JUST LEAVE MEH ALONE

..if you couldn't tell- I had sugar-- remember that boba tea icecream I sent you a photo of in the superstore a while back? Yeah well I bought it today at Walmart and now it's almost gone,, and and I also got an ube icecream too, and Marmo hAtEs it- but I like it and I already knew that I would-- and now I wanna make an ube, vanilla milkshake aahhhh yum yum,, obviously not tonight-- maybe tomorrow if I can???

Okay okay and,, as you know my remember is full of shit so this miGHt be wRoNg- but I'm pretty sure I saw.. mmm I think a writing post first- maybe cuz it aligned with one of my tags?? Then I was like "oooh, I wonder if this person has anything else written for this character-?? Lemme seee~"

so then I would've found your master list post and I liked the vibe of it,, so then I'm pretty sure I just started scrolling through and randomly liking shit-?? I was still like a week new on tumblr so I was desperately looking for people to follow and get some more content flowing through my dash and to interest with--

Thennn, I think it was that composition you had posted that kinda embodied your anxiety that got me hooked,, cuz I kept listening to it on loop- so then I felt like I had to comment about getting it on Spotify,, since my family has a premium plan it's the place I usually get my music,, AND THEN I saw the picrew and I was just gONe cuz I fucking love making picrews and yours looked so cool and you just seemed like you'd be a fun person to talk to.. and then I shared mine with you and just kept talking and uhhh- yeah! That's what's up!! ✨✨

-also also you're birthday on twitter says it's the 28th- so I thought that was funny xD

[doll-r-t]

Syverson’s proposal

This was supposed to be a small caption to a Moodboard I made but it got out of hand. So here you have it.

Moodboard by me, pics found on pinterest. If you wanna use the moodboards for your fics you can but please tag me.

Not Proofread to lazy rn.

gif credit to @littlefreya​

Syverson was a typical southern man. He loved big portions, BBQ, and having his men over for a cookout. He loved his woman with all his heart and would carry her over every mudpuddle. He worshipped her, calling her his sweet peach. He provided for her and took great pride in it. He built on your guys' house a vegetable garden, some chickens, and his second baby girl Aika. He loved drinking his coffee watching the sunrise on the freshly built deck, and even more when you would come out just in his shirt. So now that the house was ready it was only natural for him to make an honest woman out of you. He had prepared dinner outside. He had cooked rumstake and vegetables, with grilled potatoes. He opened a bottle of (non-) alcoholic wine and hug up fairy lights all over. He had sent you out for the day going shopping and getting pampered, pressing his credit card in your hand, kissing you on the forehead, and ushering you out. He had printed pictures of you hung around the table he had set up. From your trips, dates, and all the other beautiful and amazing times you had. He made a trail of roses from the front door to the table at the backside of the house. He lit candles and lined the rose trail. As long as he was doing all of this he was cool and collected but as soon as the sun had set and he could hear you coming towards the house he started to sweat. He was not the type of man to wear a monkey suit but for this, he pulled on light beige slacks and a white shirt. The ring was safely hidden. He had studied your jewelry any kind of hints to what you like. He even called up your best friend and asked her what you liked. You were stunned when you came home, you had gotten your make-up and hair done, and nails Sy had insisted. You dropped your shopping bags calling out for Syverson. You followed the rose trail your heart beating. You looked around trying to find him, thinking he might be hiding somewhere trying to spook you. He had done that before. But when you stepped out the backdoor, there he was. Illuminated by the soft light of the fairy lights. You looked around trying to take it all in, the candles, the pictures, the flowers, the beautiful set table, and him. Yes him, the man you fell in love with, the man you still loved and would love for eternity. You walked toward him, confused at what was going on. “Sy?” He came towards you, his hand softly tilting your head up by your chin, giving you a soft kiss. “Happy anniversary my beloved.” You had kept your eyes closed, savoring the warmth of his lips, the smell of his aftershave, and the rumbling of his voice. “Happy anniversary, love.” You whispered back, not wanting to burst the bubble you two were in. He nudged his nose against yours. “Come let’s eat.” He led you towards the table, pulling out your chair. He served you some drinks. Water cooled, some (non-)alcoholic wine and in case you wanted something else he had a third glass. He took your plate, takin this time he neatly stacked everything on, even put on some herbs as decoration. You just smiled at the care he took, it was so like Sy. Attention to detail, always wanting the best for you and doing as much as he can. It made you choke up a bit. How had you gotten so lucky? How can a man love you so much and made you feel loved like no one ever did? 

You too had a beautiful dinner laughing and recounting your first date, the once that was a disaster, or the time you got stuck out of nowhere during a road trip. After dinner, you both looked at the pictures together. He had an arm around your waist you both holding your glasses of (non-)alcoholic wine and looking some more at the pictures.

He had put on some soft piano music during dinner. But switching it to a soft country song, a man singing about how much he loved a woman. He took your glass putting both on the table and took your hand, you both swayed to the music, exchanging soft kisses and being close to each other. It had gotten a bit colder so he told you he would get you a shawl. He went inside to his dresser pulling out the ring box. He put it in his pocket. Picking up your shawl his heart was hammering. He went to the refrigerator pulling out your favorite dessert. He put the dessert down and wrapped your shawl around you. He helped you into your chair again. He feared you could hear his rapid heartbeat. He tried to eat the dessert as if nothing was going on. But his stomach was in a knot. “This was a beautiful dinner, thank you Sy.” You walked to him kissing him on his lips and sitting on his lap. “You are the best man I have ever known love.” He nuzzled your nose, breathing in your sent. It smelled like home. You both kissed some more and you opened the first two buttons on his shirt. You knew how much he disliked wearing what he called a monkey suit. But my God is one sexy man. 

You excused yourself for a second, going to the bathroom, you quickly pulled don the new sexy lingerie you wanted to surprise him too. Once you were done you checked over your make-up, and hair, pulling on your dress again. You went outside, Syverson stood by the fairy lights, he seemed nervous. Once he saw you he beckoned you over to him. He took your hand taking a deep breath.  He leaned his forehead against yours. “Bear with me okay?” He took a deep breath. Standing back a bit. “I still remember the first time I saw you, I remember what you wore and how beautiful I thought you were. I remember-” He chocked up a bit, breathing out hard he went on. “I remember nights laying in bed thinking about you. How my heart skipped every time you texted me. How nervous I was on our first date but how excited I was to feel nervous again because it meant I would be with you. I love you so much, more than I thought possible. And I promise you I loved you yesterday, I love you today, and I will love you forever.” He let go of your hand stepping back. You already had tears in your eyes, but once you saw him getting down on one knee you started to cry. “Will you make me the honor of becoming my wife?” You could only nod, holding out your hand shaking. Your smile was brighter than it ever had been. Syverson breathed a sigh of relief. Getting up he took you in his arms, kissing you hard. You both looked at the ring on your finger laughing at how right it looked. He took you in his arms again spinning you around. “I can’t wait to introduce you as my wife.”

I tried to make everything as inclusive as possible. I am still working on one with a disabled reader Moodboard but it is a bit hard to find pictures. Let me know what else you wanna see. I am too unsure how Indian wedding dresses are or how in general other cultures dress for weddings. I am European and white and I do not want to disrespect another culture.

Taglist:

@tumblnewby​ @irishprincess89​ @wheretheriversrunintothesea​ @amberangel112​ @sofiebstar​ @omgkatinka​ @enchantedbytomandhenry​ @snowbellexx @daddys-littlewhitegirl​ @pjkimrn​ @zealoushound​,

@lunedelorient​ <3

@tragicphoenix13​

@alexa-fangirl-forever​

@vhjlucky13​

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[nights-at-crystarium]

Rambling about Vivi and my relationship with the game

Okay the response to my previous post was bigger than I anticipated, you guys are making me feel supported and valid and thank you so much for that ;o; <3

I’m an anxious person and an overthinker. Should I just make art posts and occasional headcanons/analyses/observations? Should I be more personal? I made this blog with this specific purpose to be openly cringe about my new obsession, so I guess there’s no point in trying to moderate myself, worst case scenario people will just scroll past something that doesn’t interest them, right?

I’ve never really told you how I got into the fandom and how Vivi was born, although it’s a peculiar story. Maybe I’ll talk about my ✧content plan✧ too if there’s still post space left. So if you wanna know more about that, I invite you under the cut!

The background’s a bit depressing, a fair warning. I’ve been an mmo and oc nerd since 2012, my first game was Wakfu: quit in 2015-2016 but kept the ocs, about a dozen of them, still hoping to tell their stories one day, then GW2: another dozen characters that never really got the chance to grow into ocs. By the time I started poking around in ARR in 2021 I felt listless and fandom-homeless so to say. Both Wakfu and GW2 are pretty obscure to begin with, then the games themselves strayed too far from my standards and expectations, that on itself is worth a huge rant but this isn’t the place and time. Games do fail, fandoms do die down. I still play GW2 to this day since I find its mechanical aspect, a loud word fully deserved: perfect, it’s plain fun.

But in late 2021, when I still slogged through ARR on my own, I also watched WoodenPotatoes, my fav GW2 youtuber, play all the way up to 5.5. I share a lot of common traits with that guy, namely the cynicism :’D I was like, show me what you’ve got, convince me why you’re such a critically acclaimed game. GW2 and FFXIV are polar opposites in several ways, I won’t derail into comparisons either, just wanna say that I had my standards and a lot of criticism for the mechanical side of FFXIV (spoiler: I still do, but there are other empty niches that FFXIV fills for me!). I was in a full cynic mode, and even that didn’t stop me from being completely blown away, wiped from the surface of Earth when I saw the aforementioned guy play and comment on ShB.

Turns out there was one box unticked for me, I didn’t only feel unwelcome in my old games/fandoms, I also missed the safety and trust you have in FFXIV concerning the lore/story. Despite being an artist with a knack for oc development and interactions, I thought of myself as a mechanical mmo player. You know, raids, pvp, tryharding. I still find great joy in that, geez, I play GW1 (one) which regularly hands me my ass on a plate and I LOVE that, but yeah, I didn’t realize I also needed the comfort of knowing that I can emotionally invest in a game’s story and characters without worrying about the immediate future.

*claps hands together* Here comes the catboy!!!!

I’ll drop the highly specific and personal details for now since those are worth a full essay on their own, just gotta emphasize how much I needed this story and this character right then and there, at the end of 2021. The more I thought about him, the more at home I felt. That I could still survive into my thirties, go through everything in my life, feel nearly drained of will to live and create, and then meet a character that’d bring me back up to 100 within months, if not weeks.

My personal life’s still a mess too big to even mention it, so I won’t. I’m just aggressively burying my head in the sand and hyperfocusing on the new comfort zone. You can tell I’m being productive, each art on this blog is like, me actively trying to comfort myself, luckily it works every time.

So, new game, new passion, what about the character I experience that passion through? My WoL was a lala.

My WoL was a lala.

Look I didn’t even glam her properly..... I just loved the hilarity of the dragoon class flavor + pink potato, I farmed those sweet commendations because of that. I also had a catgirl on another account, I actively tried to find a character that’d click with me, that’d ground me in the game world.

I’d just watched WoodenPotatoes’ complete playthrough up to 5.5, my own progress was still at ARR, these two lovely lasses were.. Lovely, but I didn’t vibe with them. Bluntly speaking with the privilege of hindsight: my gay ass wasn’t at peace. I tend to gravitate towards male ocs.

Third time’s the charm, eh?

I was going into my own playthrough knowing that ShB isn’t only a storytelling masterpiece, but a vicious dating sim as well. My only braincell was already fixated on Raha and I needed a character for him.

That probably separates Vivi from many other WoLs. He was born for ShB, for Raha, with a specific purpose. Why elezen? Because, firstly, I’ve already been drawing elf people since 2012, it’s my comfort zone, secondly, by the time I dove into ShB I was acutely aware of the catboy WoL army, other races just never clicked with me, elezen however is the obscure cool kid among this bustling party of cat and bunny people. *shrugs* I just can’t help myself! I told you about Wakfu and GW2 specifically to point out that I’m drawn to obscurity, to niches, hell, hardly related but to prove the point: I’m also a rhythm game addict and I have an obscure anime rec blog. A vocaloid fan since 2008? Listening mostly to voca metal, alternative, all those nerdy niche things.

So I join a popular game, become obsessed with a popular character, and, being myself, choose an obscure race for my WoL \o/

Just to clarify, there’s no self-deprecation, only statements. I’m confident in my tastes and choices, whatever they may be, I’m only liking the good stuff >:D

Next part of the story you can already see if you scroll down to my first posts here. Knowing his destination, I started working on Vivi’s character, picking glams for him, slowly figuring out how to draw him (I’d say his visual development’s 80% complete by now). Fortunately for him, not only I’ve made 30+ ocs over the last 10 years, I also make adopts for a living. I’ve got the skills needed to develop a cool and happy character. Look, happy character =/= character without some kinda issues and angst, I mean happy as in relatable, believeable, alive.

Alive, that he sure is. If thinking about Raha as a separate character brought me back to life, looking at him through Vivi’s eyes made me feel like I’m in love too. Another thing to make clear: Vivi isn’t me, both him and Raha are my kin to a degree but I’m trying my best to stay aware and away from projecting. It’s just inevitable that you as a creator become some kinda medium/proxy for your character’s thoughts and feelings, and it’s beautiful. Even if I find myself in pain and wailing sometimes on their behalf, ha.

I don’t have much good going on in my own life so I live through my characters. It’s hard to explain how exactly I know things about them, of course it doesn’t come all at once. Vivi’s been around for 5 months now. I started working on his story early on, however I’d say my vision of him and Raha only fleshed out in the past 2 month-ish.

Can’t believe a weeb game made me write fics again. I’ve published one over on AO3 already, a few more are slowly cooking still, mentioning them only because they actually complemented my creative process behind art and comics, helped me get that elusive “feel” for the characters, and generally, surprisingly, approaching writing on a serious level did good things to my mental state, previously disastrous. My head feels like a much more orderly place now. Well, it’s also brimming with the catboy and elf feels, which is ever welcome.

So, I’m going about my business, then something clicks, I get an idea, a scene, an interaction, and rush to write it down. There’s a 20k+ words main document for my comic, several side-documents for later chapters and random unordered stuff, fics that fit into the main storyline and should be published within context. Soon I’ll be ready to start telling their story.

This post’s already too huge and waffly and wow if you’re still here, wow. You’re just as crazy as myself, but sincerely thanks for sticking with me :’>

I promised to talk about the so-called content plan, well, I sort of already did, mentioning the comic. If you’re observant, you may have noticed the name Fragments and some numbers floating around my tags. Fragments is the cheeky name of the comic, there IS a deeper explanation but I’ll leave it for another post. Whatever bits and pieces I’ve published under that name so far are “canon” and DO belong to the main story, however, I haven’t officially introduced the comic yet, there’ll be a launch and all that. Someday. Sometime soon.

It’s big and promising and exciting, still it’s just my personal project that I wanna be thorough with. Sorry for possibly being too vague about it, I take the “ship it when it’s ready” approach, I don’t rush things because they’re first and foremost for my own enjoyment.

For now thanks for looking at the random pics and comics I’m posting, I treat them as character flavor samples, as promo illustrations so to speak, while I’m chipping away at the main comic in the background.

Okay I spoke my heart out just like yesterday, feels nice. Thanks for all your support once again ;/////; <3

[levi-lover]

HI dear Piscena ! That husband levi post you tagged me in was perfect ! It boosted my mood and i want more now, so can i request caring husband Levi hcs ? I love how you write him sm :3

Caring Husband Levi HC

A/N: funny how this took me months to complete??? anyways, you always have the best prompts, i really mean that and I'm so in love with husband Levi :) i set these in a modern au!

Okay so Levi is #1 best House husband this is a fact don’t even try to argue with me

Growing up, he didn’t think too much about marriage but the moment he met you he changed his mind. The more he got to know you, the more he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

Levi is the type of husband who will never stop wooing you, he’ll text you at work to drop off coffee/tea/snacks whatever you’d like, bring flowers if that’s what you like, send you pictures of cool things he sees, just anything to let you know you’re on his mind

He’ll never admit but he loves sharing a bed with you, he finds your body and breathing very comforting at night when he’s struggling with his insomnia

Since he’s an early riser, he’ll make you coffee/tea while you get ready and then bring it to you. He’ll also make you lunch because he loves leaving little notes in your lunch box.

But on the weekends, he’ll stay in bed a little extra longer to snuggle under the warm blankets. He loves how your hair looks and the sleepy look in your eyes. He’ll always ask you about your dreams and he’ll try to tell you about his but he has a hard time remembering :(

For date nights, he’d rather stay in and cook a nice meal, watch a movie or play a game. He feels the most comfortable in your shared home. However, he's not opposed to the occasional weekend getaway.

Speaking of housing, he LOVES decorating your shared space constant trips to the container store, Crate and Barrel and IKEA. He leans towards minimalism and light palettes so it’ll take some compromising to fit in your aesthetic too. Honestly, as long as everything is clean he won’t really mind.

In his book, Sundays are made for cleaning. While you go and do the grocery shopping, he’ll deep clean everything using the supplies you got him, I’m talking cutesy gloves, apron, slippers, and headband. He loves them but he’d probably be a little embarrassed if Hange saw him in them.

Levi loves taking candid pictures of you, sweet ones from the park, and thoughtful ones of you at a gallery. His phone background is a candid pic of you looking at the ocean, he thought you looked extra pretty that day :)

He has a photo of the two of you on your wedding day, when he's having a rough day he'll look at it and feel better

He won’t use a lot of pet names for you but he loves when you use them on him! Especially ones like my baby or my love and if you speak another language and use a term of endearment on him, his heart will literally swoon.

If your ever gone, he’ll literally be the saddest boy ever, he’ll mope around the house and stare at the window like he’s an indie move while drinking his coffee. He’ll never admit that to you because he doesn’t want to worry you but he’ll always have your favorite meal ready when you come back.

Does he want kids? he's not sure, he loves the idea of having a tiny human who's part you and him but he knows they're messy and expensive. He'll never pressure you into having them though, he really is content with the way his life is with you.

NSFW

Even after seeing you naked so many times, the poor man always gets flustered before sex. He thinks your body is the most beautiful thing. He thinks your body is amazing for constantly changing and adapting to the world.

He def makes a lot of money and he wants to spend it all on you! You have a drawer full of expensive lingerie and a box full of toys. Anything that could bring you pleasure, he’ll happily buy.

Levi is a switch mainly because he’ll adapt to whatever you want, you wanna be taken care of? He’ll literally eat you out for hours and praise you the entire time. “So fucking good” “My pretty pussy"

When you wanna dom, he gets the hardest boner (secretly this is his favorite type of sex), he loves when you use his body to get you off, Wanna tie him up and ride his cock? Sure. Wanna sit in his face and pull his hair? Hell yeah. “Love when you take care of me like this” “Use my cock, baby, it’s all yours”

But when you brought up the idea of pegging him, he was a little scared but he loves and trusts you more than anyone so he decided to let you try it once. It quickly became a part of your sex lives.

He has a secret file of all the dirty pics you’ve sent him, if he could he’d print them all and hang them on the wall but he doesn’t want anyone else to see you like that.

The one thing he won't do is degrade you, you're just too precious and important to him to do that.

Aftercare with this man is something else, he'll hold you for as long as you want not even thinking about the mess but his favorite part is taking a shower together after, he liked washing your hair and scrubbing your back.

[1kook]

netflix & chill

summary If you planned things right, you could rain down your raging displeasure on Jeon Jungkook right after the meal but before this proposed ‘Netflix and chilling,’ maybe dramatically throw your glass of wine at him, before storming out of his place and reporting him to the authorities (Namjoon) for his douchebag personality. warnings grinding, 2 seconds of sub kook, oral (f), cum eating, vanilla but [ passionate ], unprotected sex, dirty talk tags use of the oldest trick in the book (“your hands are sooo big”), shy oblivious AND gentleman jk? pick a struggle, brief ment of app developer kook, evil and conniving oc wc 10.2k !! wow!!

will I ever write a serious jk fic? NO. this entire thing was based off this pic of jungkook which i’ve said before that i would print out in sepia filter and crumple and stuff in a drawer n then tell my kids 35 years from now was a long lost lover i met on a cruise to the bahamas and never saw again ty to mia more @daechwlta​ for being there during my brief crisis over this fic 🥺

When Namjoon had first not so subtly mentioned the idea of setting you up on a date, it was with a faux air of disinterest that you had masterfully pried the details out of him. Namjoon has a friend, he said, a friend who was kinda sorta attached to his hip. And while Namjoon loved the kid, he also thought this friend could use some social interaction outside of Namjoon.

Now you and Namjoon weren’t exactly the most conventional of friends for him to be proposing blind dates to you at whim. He was your senior at school, your mentor in your scholarship program, an educated man studying for his masters. So when he’d first uttered the words you were immediately on the fence. Sure, the two of you knew each other well and probably got along better than most mentor-mentee pairings among your year, but you doubt Namjoon knew enough of your tastes to offer you up for a blind date.

According to Namjoon, his friend was a kid in the same year as you, making him not so much as a kid as he was your classmate. You brushed it off at first, spewing some bullshit excuse that you’d rather focus on your studies, and how dating was a distraction to your education, as if you hadn’t spent the weekend prior binge watching some Spanish novella while you dutifully ignored your essay.

The second time Namjoon mentions it you agree on the spot. Life on campus could only be interesting for so long, so you might as well make the best of it and go on as many stupid dates as possible.

Namjoon is over the moon.

He tells you he’ll pass your phone number on over to that friend of his—“Jeon Jungkook”—and promises you you won’t regret this because his friend was amazing, really. And for Namjoon to sing his praises for just any underclassmen was unheard of. In fact, besides you, you don’t think Namjoon knows many other students younger than him, and if he did, you hardly doubt he would regard them so highly.

So he gives his friend your number, and so ends your weekly meeting with your mentor. You only realize on the walk back to your dorm that you forgot to ask him about some club at school, the whole goal of this week’s meeting, but by then you don’t really care, the whole conversation fading into the background.

In fact, you forget about the whole ordeal until Friday night rolls around and you’re once again, binge watching another novella on your laptop, when your phone suddenly vibrates.

You were by no means a loser at school, a friendless nobody, but you were also not the outgoing, school-spirited student on the front page of your school’s website, and thus had nearly every app that could produce a notification on your phone muted, every text thread silenced. The only notifications and messages you allowed were from your email and from your roommate, and considering the fact Doyeon was face down in a puddle of her own mid-semester tears right across from you, it was probably your email.

Much to your surprises, it isn’t that “Monday’s Class is CANCELLED” email you were hoping for, but instead some unknown number in a text notification. You roll your eyes, click it open thinking it’s a reminder from some store or from some guy claiming to be from your bank, only to pause at the words written inside the little grey bubble.

hey its jungkook!!! joon gave me your number to I guess ask you on a date soo are you free tmrw night??

The excessive punctuation reminds you a little bit of your kid sister back home and the dorky emails she’ll send you from time to time. It’s with that memory and a smile on your face, that you’re suddenly reminded of what exactly this message is saying. “Oh shit,” you mumble, moving to sit up and reread the text. Doyeon complaining loudly in the background has you reading it twice more before you understand it, and by then there’s a fluttery feeling in your chest.

You were by no means easily swayed by people, but this guy had received praise from Kim Namjoon of all people, so he definitely had some prestige to his name. He doesn’t seem overbearing from this one text he’d sent, but he also didn’t seem completely disinterested.  

You try to match his nonchalant energy, letting him know you were in fact free and down to meet him, just to let you know more details.

You won’t lie, there’s a giddy feeling bubbling within you at the prospect of getting all dolled up, hitting the town, pawning a free meal off some unsuspecting college soul, and maybe even hitting it off. It’s been a while since you’ve dated, sue you.

Jeon Jungkook’s response crushes those dreams as well as hurdles you straight into a nightmare.

cool!! was thinking i could cook for us at my place, drink a little wine, maybe Netflix and chill a little bit??

You are blown away by the absolute gall of this man, to butter you up by painting a pretty picture only to reduce you to a mere booty call. The fact he had felt confident enough to say all that within the same sentence blows your mind.

Did this Jeon Jungkook, who you had no idea of what he looked like, who had no idea of what you looked like, seriously just invite you over for some quote unquote Netflix and chill?

Who, in the ever living hell, was this guy who so sleazily invited women over to fuck with no qualms about who they were?

You’re offended that Namjoon would set you up like this, pawn you off to such a greasy friend. But then again, you guess not everyone knows their friends thoroughly, because this Jeon Jungkook flirtatiously inviting your over for some sex sounds nothing like the golden boy Kim Namjoon had raved about earlier this week. You click your phone off, tapping the device against your lips as you ponder how to best rip this jerk to shreds via text.

It’s amidst Doyeon cursing out her statistics teacher that an idea hits you.

Tomorrow was Saturday night, and as far as you knew, you really didn’t have anything else going on for you anyway. You’d take Jeon Jungkook’s offer, let him cook you a free meal and drink some of his wine. He mentioned having his own place, and vaguely you remember Namjoon saying he lived alone, hence his introverted tendencies, so you could slip in and out without doing that walk of shame through a boy’s dorm hall.

Not that there would be anything to feel shameful about. In fact, if you planned things right, you could rain down your raging displeasure on Jeon Jungkook right after the meal but before this proposed ‘Netflix and chilling,’ maybe dramatically throw your glass of wine at him, before storming out of his place and reporting him to the authorities (Namjoon) for his douchebag personality.

Ha! That would certainly teach the asshole not to use his poor, unsuspecting friends to reel in nice girls like you into one night stands.

You could practically feel the devil horns begging to poke out of your skull, the forked tail wiggling behind you, as you click your phone back on and text Jeon Jungkook a great!! what’s your address :)

——

Saturday morning and afternoon are as boring as they usually are. You do a little homework, and spend thirty minutes filling Doyeon in on your master plan, which she eats up and even gives you some pointers—“and then you can be like, ‘you sick freak, as if I’d let you near this 5-star, Michelin reviewed, Gordon Ramsey approved coochie’ and throw the whole plate at his head!”—before getting ready for your little date at Jeon Jungkook’s.

You try hard to look good, harder than you would have if he hadn’t offended you by reducing you to a booty call, and Doyeon helps. She does your eyebrows all nice and natural, dusts the thinnest shin of liquid highlighter across the high points of your face, the whole shebang until you’re looking like a sexy, glowing goddess. You shimmy into a pretty dress, nothing too fancy nor too casual, and even pull on those strappy sandals you’d bought on sale last winter before blowing a kiss to Doyeon and meeting your Uber downstairs.

You don’t quite remember what the reason behind Jeon Jungkook living in such a swanky neighborhood a few minutes from campus was, if it was from a job you vaguely recall Namjoon mentioning, or if it was just purely hereditary, but his place is nice. It’s a connected townhouse, something you’d expect a newly wed couple to live in and not some douchebag third year.

Worse comes to worse, you get banned from this rich neighborhood after humiliating one of its residents in his own home, not that you’d ever make it big enough to live here anyway.

You’d texted Namjoon sometime that morning to let him know you were meeting his friend, an ominous text with an even more ominous smiley face attached to it. But it seems Namjoon is easily blinded by underclassmen he trusts, if Jeon Jungkook’s assholish feats and your own suspicious behavior is anything to go by, because he texts you back a polite have fun! he’s a little shy, so it might take a while for the ball to start rolling hahahaha.

Shy my ass, you think closing the door of your Uber behind you. You double check the address that had been texted to you, walking up to the neat townhouse and knocking against the polished door.

It’s a little chilly, and you hope finding an Uber is easier later tonight when you make your grand escape. It’s between these thoughts that the door swings open, revealing the most handsome man you’ve ever met.

He’s attractive, disgustingly so, with dark hair and light brown tips to contrast, tickling his cheekbones. His dark eyes are round and imploring as they meet yours, gaze almost innocent and doe like as he takes you in. He’s got this soft, blue turtleneck on, and it looks like it should be a seasonal sweater reserved for the holidays but he pulls it off nicely on this premature spring night. His pretty pink lips move, and it takes you a second to realize he’s talking.

“___?” He says, and his voice is deep, yet soft in its own unique way. You nod, like a stupid bobble head, because your throat constricted the moment this beautiful angel opened the door. “It’s cold outside, come in!” He urges you, out stretching his palm to make sure you don’t trip over the slight step up the door as he brings you into his home.

“Hi,” he exhales when you’re finally inside, standing a little too close to you in his small entryway.

“Hi,” you finally choke out, a little dazed by how handsome he is, and the sudden realization that you’re supposed to throw your glass of wine at him tonight because he’s a douchebag dawns on you. You blink yourself out of your stupor, taking a step back and gesturing towards your sandal clad feet.

“Oh!” Jeon Jungkook exclaims at the sudden realization. “I forgot to set out a pair of slippers for you,” he sheepishly admits, before he excuses himself to go get some. There’s a tiny ottoman pushed against the wall, beneath a long mirror, that you take a seat on it, carefully unstrapping your sandals.

All the while, you’re deep in thought.

It makes sense that someone like Jeon Jungkook was so forward in inviting you over for sex during your first interaction. Realistically speaking, the guy had it all. He lived alone in a swanky townhouse in a wealthy neighborhood (you finally remember Namjoon saying he did some app developing for major companies—yeah, still in college but already making it big because he was that good), and looked like the blueprint for the perfect man, someone who’d impress your parents. On top of that, the man was was a 21st century Adonis. You hadn’t missed the flash of ink on his knuckles, or the way his jeans had hugged his legs.

He’s making his way back now, inspecting the slippers in his hands, and you don’t miss the way the jeans are pulled taut around his thighs in particular.

Yeah, he definitely knew his way around a woman’s body, there was no way he couldn’t have.

You slip your feet into the slippers he places before you, wiggling your toes around, before glancing back at Jungkook. He smiles warmly, a little beauty mark beneath his lip making itself known. He takes your hand, pulls you up onto your feet, and begins guiding you down the hall and to what you assume is the kitchen.

“I didn’t know what you liked, and I figured asking you three hours before you came over would be too awkward,” he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. He glances at you again, and upon seeing your inquisitive stare, quickly turns away with flushed cheeks.

Oh this man knew the game, and he knew it well.

Jeon Jungkook still thinks he can play that cute campus boy being set up by his senior card now, after he’d shown you his true colors last night via text. But he has a big storm coming. As much as you could admit he was good to look at, you would not be fooled by some pretty face and tasty food. No, you came here with one goal and one goal only, and that was to give Jeon Jungkook a piece of his own two-faced medicine before running off to tattle to Namjoon.

You reach the kitchen and the heavenly smell of Alfredo sauce swarms your nostrils. “I… I’m still new to cooking, so I hope you don’t mind some Alfredo pasta,” he admits, shy smile adorning his features as he avoids your gaze once again to toy with the dish towel by the sink.

You creep closer to the counter, where two meticulously presented ceramic plates sit beside a wine bottle, and the glands in your mouth suddenly go into overdrive in their rush to make you salivate, and you choke out an overly eager, “it looks amazing!” before you know it.

Okay, you came here with two goals.

——

Jungkook carries the two bowls in his big hands to the dining room beside the kitchen, and you follow behind with the bottle of wine and two glasses as you set the table together. The utensils are already there, but Jungkook runs back into the kitchen anyway to return with some fancy cloth napkins for the two of you.

Just as you're tugging a chair out to sit, Jungkook beats you to it. “Ah, let me,” he smiles, and your heart thunders nervously in your chest as you return the expression, brushing your hands beneath you before sitting down and letting him push you in. Jungkook takes his own seat in front of you, and before you can dig in he calls out to seemingly nobody, “Alexa, dim the dining room lights.”

The overhead lights dim, and with their overbearing glow gone, you can finally appreciate the battery powered candles snuggled neatly into a little bowl on the table between you two. You ooh appreciatively, and Jungkook looks proud of himself.

Then, he says, “Alexa, play…Date Night Playlist.”

You blink, and a soft piano tune begins filtering through a speaker he’s hidden somewhere in the room. Even with the fake candles being your main source of light, the flush on Jungkook’s cheeks is evident as he gestures towards you to eat.

You won’t lie. Jeon Jungkook was extremely endearing.

This much becomes evident the further you get into the meal. As small talk devolves into full fledged conversations and story telling, his shy demeanor slipping away but still sticking to the edges of his personality, you begin to have a more difficult time connecting this Jungkook to the one who had less than 24 hours ago asked you to come over and “Netflix and chill” with him.

But the more you speak, the more distant that image begins to feel. For one, Jungkook does put on a fairly reserved aura for you, telling you about his job but refusing to brag about it even when you egg him on. He has no qualms gassing up his friends, Namjoon in particular, who Jungkook claims is his role model for some unknown reason, given the fact they are neither in the same major nor in any of the same clubs. They’re friends, point blank period, but Namjoon is very obviously a star in Jungkook’s eyes.

Additionally, he’s quite embarrassed to admit why Namjoon had been so set on getting Jungkook to date, but eventually tells you it’s because Jungkook’s last girlfriend had been during your freshman year—two whole years ago! It makes you wonder what he’d been doing since then, if he’d used the time to fully invest in his work or if he’d been mingling around, unbeknownst to his friends, which would explain the flirtatious offer that landed you here.

Still, a part of you refuses to believe last night’s Jungkook and tonight’s Jungkook were one in the same, and if they were, what had made this shy man so unabashedly invite you over for some sex. Was this act all a ploy? Or maybe, was he purposefully trying to ward you away by coming off as a gentleman now that he’d seen your face and wasn’t interested in you anymore?

Apparently it’s neither of the two, and you don’t realize this until you finish your meal and make your way into his living room to finally get down to the long awaited Netflix and chilling. It’s only when you sit down on the couch, smack dab in the middle, because at this point, you’re not gonna throw your wine at Jeon Jungkook like you planned, he was too nice. And if this niceness was an act to get in your panties, you didn’t care at this point. He was hot, achingly so, and at least you’d get a good fuck out of it.

But as you said, apparently not. Because Jeon Jungkook sees you purposefully take up the entire middle of the couch, sultry eyes staring him down, and decides to sit flush against the armrest, somehow leaving a good foot between the two of you, despite the fact you’re sitting next to each other.

Your brain can’t work fast enough to comprehend the situation, before he’s asking you what you want to watch. “Um,” you say, pointedly staring at him and not the screen. “Tr-Transformers?”

The way Jungkook’s eyes light up is insane, already round eyes nearly popping out of their sockets as he eagerly rushes to select it from whatever streaming service he has, probably not even Netflix, all the while chattering on about how much he loves that series, and is so glad you do too.

The whole time, you’re struck by the oddness of his casual tone, the way he’s overly invested in the 20th Century Fox opening, and how he’s very carefully avoiding intruding in on your personal space.

The last point in particular has you wanting to pull your hair out, because you want Jeon Jungkook intruding in on your personal space. You want him pressed so tightly against you you can’t breathe, you can’t move, until you’re drowning in him as he finally lives up to his promise of some Netflix and chill, because you want him, and you want him so. very. bad.

“Oh, I forgot the popcorn!” Jungkook exclaims, and you jump at the sudden volume of his voice, because he’d been pretty silent as he avidly watched the first few minutes of the movie. “Sorry,” he chuckles, and his leg brushes against yours as he shuffles between you and the coffee table on his way out. You vaguely hear the popping of the popcorn in the kitchen, but you’re too distracted by your suddenly overwhelming thoughts.

Okay, one thing was for sure, and that was that Jeon Jungkook definitely had no fucking idea what the phrase Netflix and chill meant, because the way he’d zeroed in on the movie and the popcorn, and not you, was unheard of on such invitations. You deduce he probably heard it somewhere, and, now understanding the true nature of Jungkook’s sweet and shy personality, made no such perverted connection to the phrase.

Which meant he most definitely did not demean you to a mere booty call, like you’d deluded yourself into believing, someone he could hump and dump with no regrets, before calling Namjoon up to thank him. Which meant he’d had no ulterior motives in meeting you tonight, just planning to get to know you at the suggestion of his friend, and had—unbeknownst to him—successfully wooed you thus far.

Which was great! If you turned a blind eye to the evil, conniving plans you’d made without even meeting the guy, and the subsequent flood of self-inflicted disapproval when you realized Jeon Jungkook was a sweetheart who definitely did not deserve having a glass of wine thrown at his face after making you a home cooked meal and giving you the full Olive Garden experience, with his dimmed lights and candlelit dinner and piano music on the background.

Yeah. Perfectly fine.

The only problem now was that you had become so dangerously smitten with the man that you wanted to sleep with him. You wanted that Netflix and chill, needed it like it was the last slot in a daycare class and you were a soccer mom of five wanting to get at least one kid out of the house for the summer for the sake of her own sanity. You were desperate.

No, you scold yourself. This was fine, this was good, this was perfectly okay. If anything, this just further made you enamored with Jungkook, because it proved how gentlemanly he was by not trying to sleep with you on the first date.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t want to, the devil on your shoulder crooned.

The microwave in the kitchen stops, and you hear the sound of cabinets opening as Jungkook pours the popcorn into a bowl. On screen, the main character is meeting a bunch of giant cars-turned-robots, you don’t fucking know.

But the devil was right.

Jungkook hadn’t offered to sleep with you, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to. Furthermore, that didn’t mean he couldn’t be seduced into wanting to, your evil brain suggested, and the hope that had slithered it’s way into your chest from the very moment Jungkook had opened the door, took that fact and ran with it.

“What’d I miss?” Jungkook says when he returns, popcorn bowl in hand.

“Oh, um, he was with the car,” you offer, trying to stop the nefarious smirk from slipping onto your features. Jungkook laughs, cute and airy as he shuffles past you.

He’s too absorbed in the screen, not looking as he sits down, closer than last time until his thigh brushes yours and he jerks back in embarrassment. “Oh, sorry,” he flounders, goes to move away but you act fast.

You grab onto his upper arm with both of yours like an octopus, keeping him flush to you as you gaze up at him with wide eyes. “No, it’s okay,” you rush to assure him, loosening your hold as he tentatively relaxes beside you. You glance down at the popcorn bowl in his hand, swiping a piece to pop between your lips. “It’s easier for us this way,” you say, and you’re pulling that straight out of your ass, because you hate popcorn and have literally zero desire for it and wouldn’t have reached for it anyway if you weren’t trying to convince him this was all for popcorn sharing purposes.

Jungkook’s eyes briefly flicker down to where you’re munching on that popcorn, your lips, before he’s quickly averting his gaze. “Ah, y-yeah,” he agrees, and though he tries to relax back into the couch, you can still feel the tension of his muscles as he settles beside you.

With his eyes no longer trained on you, you snuggle closer into his side resting your cheek against the soft material covering his shoulder, finally letting that devious smirk slip onto your face. You keep yourself close to Jungkook, loving the way his warmth permeates the thick sweater he’s wearing, even if he’s still overly into the movie. You know he’s seen it before, because he keeps telling you random tidbits like, “they use this in the next movie!” Or “he ends up becoming really important in the sixth movie,” and you want to listen to this endearing nerd’s commentary, you really do, but once your brain is stuck on horny, it is stuck on horny.

He doesn’t even eat a lot of popcorn, setting it down not ten minutes later onto the coffee table. You release him as he moves forward, but quickly latch onto him again when he sits back down.

Much to your surprise, Jungkook is way more relaxed then, shrugging you off to rest his hand on the couch behind you, and you inwardly squeal at the prospect of getting to cuddle up to his body, and not just his arm. You cuddle in close to him, leaving your slippers on the ground as you tuck your legs up onto the couch cushions.

Jungkook is so warm and firm, and you know it’s your horny brain speaking, but you swear you feel a tight set of abs underneath the palm you rest on his stomach, and you give an experimental brush over the area. His heart picks up, you hear it by where your head is leaning against his chest, and you tilt your head up to give him a curious glance. His cheeks are red, and he doesn’t look at you even though you know he sees you, so you decide to kick things up a notch.

You sigh loudly, peeling yourself away from him to properly level him with a pout. “Jungkook, aren’t you hot in this?” You ask, pinching the wooly material between two fingers and pulling it from his skin. Jungkook finally looks away from the screen, nibbling his lower lip as he takes in your quizzical expression.

“Um, only a little… but it’s fine!” He rushes to say, and you recall from your conversations over dinner that Jungkook doesn’t much like people fussing over him, so you quickly change gears.

You press a hand against your cheek, the same one that had been resting against his shoulder earlier. “Oh, well… it’s really itchy,” you announce, and his eyes widen, one hand absentmindedly reaching to clutch the material at his chest. “It’s making me really itchy,” you emphasize, and part of you feels bad for taking advantage of his caring nature, but this is all for the greater good, you convince yourself. “Do you mind taking it off?”

“I, uh, yeah,” he agrees, reaching for the hem of his sweater before carefully peeling it off. When he pulls it over his head, you can’t help the triumphant grin that overtakes your face, though you quickly mask it when he finally frees himself from the material. “Better?” He says once he’s clad in only a plain black shirt.

“Mm, much,” you sigh, and nearly soak your panties then and there when a tattooed sleeve comes into view. “Woah!” You exclaim, snatching his wrists up to examine his skin. “What’s this?” You marvel, tracing every inch of delicious skin with your predatory gaze. Jungkook huffs out a laugh, and you glance up to watch as he rubs the back of his neck in that same embarrassed way he’d done multiple times throughout your night together.

“My tattoos,” he says, and then seems to realize the simplicity of his statement and rushes to add to it, “I hope you don’t mind?”

You hum, shifting onto your knees to face him as you continue tracing over a huge tiger lily by his forearm. “Why would I? It’s your body,” you say, and watch the nervous glance melt off his face as he regards you with something new. Something akin to wonder as he lets you trace over more of his ink, nodding along to your words.

“Yeah… yeah!” He agrees, and you grin at his sudden zeal. He chuckles, physically relaxing beneath your touch, and it’s probably the most relaxed he’s been all night as you continue rubbing your hands over every tattoo on his skin, and then purposefully focusing on the ones near his bicep. “Sorry, ‘m just used to people pushing off their own opinions about them onto me,” he explains, and for a moment, the horniness that had been fueling you all night fades away, and you let your hands trail down, past his wrist, until you’re sandwiching his hand between yours.

“Fuck what anyone else thinks,” you tell him, eyes hard as you imagine anyone imposing their stupid thoughts on Jungkook, who was too good for this world. “If you think they’re cool, then they're the coolest thing in the world.”

He smiles at you, and you’ve seen this smile about a million times tonight—when you first came in, when you talked about yourself at dinner, when you mentioned this stupid movie—but it has something swelling in your chest. Something too intimate for a first date, so you quickly move to repress it.

Glancing down at his hand in yours, littered with smaller tattoos across his knuckles, your brain whirls into action. Bringing it up between the two of you, you turn his hand over to line your palms up. “Wow, your hands are so big,” you sigh, slowly reverting back to dirty thoughts as you twist yours and Jungkook’s hands this way and that. He snorts, bends the tips of his fingers over yours just to hear you ooooh again.

“Yeah, they’re pretty big,” he agrees, completely ignoring the film playing on the screen, which is a huge win in your eyes considering how deeply he’d been watching it earlier.

Finally, you see an opening and pounce.

“Well, that means something else is pretty big too,” you murmur, chancing a glance up at his face. His face is the perfect definition of composed, and you can tell when exactly he processes your words because those little pink lips part in surprise, red slowly filling the apples of his cheeks. You let go of his palm, letting it slide between your fingers until it falls limp beside him.

Jungkook watches you with wide eyes, as you raise yourself up onto your knees. “Jungkook?” You mumble, giving him no warning before you’re throwing a leg across his lap, knees pressed into the couch on either side of his thighs.

“Y-Yes?” He stutters, brown hair falling away from his face as he stares up at you. You flash him a sweet smile, and you can tell it relaxes him because his fists unclench beside him.

“You’re a really nice boy,” you sigh, and when you’ve scooted your knees a little closer to his ridiculously thin waist, you finally let yourself sit. You find yourself right before his crotch, which he desperately tries to hide as he shifts around, but can’t with you on top of him. You let your hands flutter to rest at his shoulders, and he gulps. “You’re so sweet and cute,” you add, relish in the flush that climbs up to his ears. “But I’m a little sad you invited me over to Netflix and chill, but won’t do just that,” you pout, a finger tangling itself in a soft strand at the back of his head.

“Huh?” He stutters, eyes nearly bulging out when you wiggle around again. “I-I’m sorry?” He huffs, and when you move too close to his crotch, where his jeans are slowly growing more and more strained, he panics and reaches a hand out to steady your waist.

You feign confusion, flashing him another pout as you duck closer until your noses bump against each other. “You know what it means, don’t you, Jungkook?” You inquire, eyes falling dangerously lidded as you swallow up every inch of his appearances.

He stutters, hands moving up and down as if he doesn’t know where to put them anymore. But you know exactly where Jungkook can put those hands, and you waste no time catching his wrists in your hands to guide him towards your hips. “No?” He breathes, fingers flexing against you, and you smile sweetly at him.

“It means,” you purr, shifting forward until you’re flush against where you need him most. You can barely contain the whimper that climbs out of your throat when you finally feel the rough material of his jeans against your panties. “It means you wanna fuck, Jungkook,” you exhale, tossing your head back as your body basks in the slight reprieve, the way Jungkook squirms beneath you aiding greatly in providing that sensation you craved.

“It’s nothing more than an excuse,” you huff, placing a hand on the back of his neck to steady yourself. At your touch, Jungkook jolts, thighs jumping beneath you and you stifle another groan when the zipper of his jeans prods against your core. “For you to fuck my brains out while some s-stupid movie plays in the background.”

You’re not sure when, but sometime during that last explanation your hands had fully delved into the thick tresses of Jungkook’s hair. You give an experimental tug, and poor Jungkook, so lost in all that you’re telling him, lolls his head back for you easily until the long expanse of his neck is available, soft creamy skin yours for the taking.

You pounce, kissing the skin gently at first, before sprinkling in a handful of nibbles. He’s sensitive, devastatingly so, as he gasps at a particular suck. You suction your lips on the spot below his ear, carefully biting down on the skin as he unravels beneath you. “Will you do it, Jungkookie?” You murmur against the shell of his ear,

He nods eagerly, and his fingers hurt where he’s pressed them deep into your waist, like he’s trying to brand you as his with his mere strength alone. “Y-Yes,” he exhales, hips jerking when you swipe your tongue over the pretty mark you’d left on his perfect skin.

You smother your smirk against his neck, grinding down on him once again. “Yes what?” You tease, and let his strong hands roll you against him afterwards.

“Yes, I-I’ll…” he stumbles, eyes dazed as he watches you through hooded lids. You raise a brow at him, shifting in his lap. It’s enough to kickstart him back up, and he’s biting down on his lip hard enough to draw blood. “I’ll fuck you, I’ll fuck you just like you want,” he rambles. He surprises you when he begins rutting up against you, so animalistic and uncontrolled, nothing like the sweet Jungkook that had indulged you over dinner. “I’ll make you come, p-promise,” he rasps.

You smirk down at him, hoping he doesn’t see the metaphorical horns sticking out of your head the further he falls into your trap. Before he can say anything else, you surge forward, slotting your mouths together for the first time that night.

It’s no surprise that Jungkook kisses just like he speaks, carefully like he’s afraid one hard press of his lips will ward you off. His lips are smooth, a fact you’d hyper-fixated on all night as he spoke, but before you can ponder on that any further, something hot and wet is prodding at your lower lip.

The gasp you barely manage to contain ends up escaping anyway when Jungkook’s hand comes up to cup the side of your face, tilting your head to the side as his tongue slithers into your mouth. You become obsessed with the way he touches you, every bit the gentlemen he’d been all night, fingers just barely pressing into your cheek like he doesn’t want to mess up your makeup. His other hand, snuggly wrapped around your waist, pulls you tighter against him until your chests are pressed together.

And that tongue. That tongue of his that leaves no room for argument, quickly shutting down any attempts of yours to overtake him. He’s graceful about it too, one nudge enough to convince you he’s got this, he’ll take care of you. You whimper, a sound Jungkook swallows before he’s biting down on your lower lip.

When he pulls away, his lips are red and glossy, and you wonder if yours are too. “Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he sighs, gazing at you like he can’t believe you’re there in front of him.

Before you can say anything else, he’s burying his face in the crook of your neck to brush kisses over your skin. “Let me eat you out,” he begs, but his voice is so silky and smooth that it doesn’t sound so much as a plea as much as it does a suggestion. He licks a stripe up your neck, and you jump in his hold.

It’s at this moment where the sudden realization hits you, the feeling of having the reins yanked out of your hands. You so vividly controlled every aspect of Jungkook just a few moments ago, when you’d had your own mouth on his neck, and carefully coaxed him into some sex.

But it seems Jeon Jungkook isn’t as soft or as pliable as you had dubbed him to be, and if the way he’s begun subtly rolling your hips into his crotch is any sign, he certainly wasn’t the submissive type either. Which leaves you wondering, exactly what type of person was Jungkook in bed?

Well, you had all night to figure that out.

“Hey,” he whines suddenly, ripping you out of your thoughts. You glance down at him, registering the bored set of his eyes and the unimpressed quirk of his lips. “Pay attention to me.”

You blink, lips twitching. You can barely muffle the giggle that tears itself from your throat, leaning your forehead on his shoulder as your body shakes at his suddenly childish words. Jungkook chuckles too, as if suddenly realizing how out of place his own statement was. “Sorry,” he smiles, cheeks pleasantly rosy and you can’t even stop yourself from kissing him silly.

Jungkook, bless his heart, let’s you rain down a good three kisses on him before he’s pushing you down on the couch beside him. There’s still a slight gleam in his eyes, but the rest of his face schools itself into a hungry expression as he drinks in your body laid out before him. “Let me eat you out?” He asks again, voice but a soft whisper.

You nod, heart beating loudly in your chest as he shuffles down until he can press a kiss to the tops of your thighs. He hasn’t even done anything that intense yet, but you already feel the muscles in your leg ready to spasm just from his proximity.

He’s mouthing at your skin, nudging your legs apart, and you, usually so confident in your sexuality, can’t find the courage to look at him as he so lovingly carries out his ministrations.

As if sensing your sudden bout of shyness (you! shy! Doyeon was gonna tease you about this for the rest of your life once you recapped this for her), he places a soft kiss just below where the hem of your dress begins, before pulling back and uttering, “this okay?”

You hum in response, face warm from just imagining how good he must look down there, peppering your skin with kisses. Your heart nearly rips itself out of your chest when a strong set of fingers wraps around your wrist suddenly, sliding over and around your hand until he’s tangled them with yours.

At this, you nearly break your neck trying to look at him, only to be met with an amused smile. Jungkook gives your hand a squeeze, and you barely get to appreciate the schoolgirl flood of emotions in your chest, when suddenly his free hand comes out of left field, cupping the back of your knee to push your legs further apart, before gliding across the expanse of your thigh to push your dress up.

If Jungkook holding your hand was enough to make your heart skip a beat, Jungkook pressing a chaste kiss to your panty-clad mound was enough to send you into cardiac arrest. Your leg twitches at the sudden touch, a gasp catching in your throat at the delicate path he kisses over your panties, until he’s flicking his tongue over your clit. “Oh,” you moan, and against your better judgment, your free hand is tangling itself in his silky strands.

Jungkook smirks, what sounds like a tiny chuckle muffled as he continues mouthing along your sex, until your panties are soaked both from your arousal and his saliva. Your little thong stares him in the face, and he groans at the sight, glancing up at you with those wide eyes of his like you’re his entire world. “Can I?”

Jungkook gives your clit one final kiss, before he lets go of your hand, and you can’t help the whine that leaves you upon the lost contact. Jungkook eats it up, pressing a kiss turned smile against your knee as he tugs your underwear down. It coils up as it goes, until he’s pulling a tightly twisted maroon thong off your ankles, and tossing it off somewhere behind him.

If his mouth felt good through your panties, it feels even better without. You mewl when he brushes his lips over your clit, plush lips working your sensitive bundle of nerves, sly tongue occasionally creeping out to toy with you further. “Jungkook,” you cry out, back arching. He licks and slurps likes he’s a starved man, and you're the first meal he’s ever had. You want to sob from how good it feels, his tongue flicking over your bud like he just can’t get enough.

He pulls away to catch your gaze, doesn’t let it go as he runs a lone finger over your slit, coating the digit in your own arousal, before carefully plunging it into your warm, wet heat. “Is this good?” He rasps out, watching your facial expressions carefully as he wiggles his finger deeper into your core, his other hand wrapped around your thigh to keep you still. You moan, feeling like a boneless heap of organs beneath this insanely handsome man who can’t keep his hands off your quivering pussy.

His fingers don’t let up, slowly pulling out before plunging back in. The room fills with disgustingly wet sounds, but that fact drifts to the back of your head the faster his fingers go. Your eyes roll into your head, your body twitching with each press of his fingers.

“Is it good, pretty?” He repeats, and since you’re not looking at him anymore, the sudden lick against your clit has your back arching and your thighs quivering with surprise. “Tell me it’s good, ___,” Jungkook croons, and you nod in a hurry.

“It’s good!” You cry, moaning loudly when he slips another finger into you, scissoring the two inside of you. “It’s so good, Jungkook—y-you’re so good,” you moan, and nearly cry actual tears when he curls his fingers inside of you, pressing down against the most sensitive spot within you.

Jungkook doesn’t let up, continues licking and slurping against your sensitive bud, even when your orgasm hits and you’re begging him to stop. He doesn’t let you go until he feels the warmth coat his fingers, feels the wetness begging to seep out of your plugged pussy. He lets you go then, only to move closer to your hole and replace his fingers with his mouth. There, he carefully catches and collects the cum that trickles out, mouth warm against your trembling body.

Your body quivers with each long drag of his tongue over your sensitive cunt, and you’re about to ask him to stop, when he finally pulls away and pushes himself over you, arms caging you in as he stares down at your withered form. “Kiss,” you manage to gasp out, and Jungkook raises an eyebrow in question. “Kiss me,” you repeat, and then, thoughtfully, “please.”

Jungkook complies, leans down to connect your mouths in a sweet kiss. You’re blinded by the delicacy of it all, that you in no way see coming the sudden substance that slides down your throat from his own. You choke at the sudden intrusion, belatedly realizing it’s your cum he’s pushing down your throat, the cum he didn’t swallow.

“That’s it, pretty,” Jungkook croons, licking up the residual come that hadn’t made it into your mouth. “See how you taste for me. Isn’t it sweet?” He murmurs, pushing his tongue into your mouth as if he regretted not saving any for himself. It’s the first time you’ve had your own pleasure in your mouth, so you’re not exactly sure how to feel. What you do feel is the overwhelming surge of arousal at seeing Jungkook rave about it and lap it up inside your own mouth.

He kisses you for a few moments, mouth moving languidly along yours. One hand reaches down to rub soothingly at your inner thigh, like he’s coaxing the feeling back into your body after lulling you into one of the most heavenly orgasms of your entire life. You whimper when he bites down on your lower lip, like you’re still too sensitive to reciprocate, but Jungkook doesn’t mind. He lets you go, licks over where he’d bitten like an apology.

After a few minutes of just this, of feeling like the most cherished girl in the entire world, Jungkook finally pulls away and levels you with a dashing smile. “All good?” He asks, hands still trailing up your waist until they’re framing the swell of your breasts, where he gently circles your nipple.

You nod, dazedly staring up at him and it’s at this exact moment that you realize there’s something stiff poking at your hip. You glance down, and Jungkook glances down with you, until you’re both staring at the hard on he’s hiding beneath his jeans. Jungkook chuckles, low and dark by your ear as he experimentally presses it against you.

Before you can stop yourself, your hand is untangling itself from around his shoulders and slithering down his front. You cup his erection, his shaky exhale giving you the courage to toy with his belt buckle until it’s undone and you're battling with the button on his jeans instead. You put up a good fight, but in the end the angle is too tight for you to properly undo it, and Jungkook brushes your hands away with a soft kiss to your lips.

He pushes himself off you, and you’re immediately craving the warm press of his body against yours the second he’s gone. “Get that dress off for me, pretty girl,” he says, pulling his shirt over his head, rendering you completely speechless as you gawk at his body. Jungkook glances down at you as he goes to undo his pants, a shapely brow raising in your direction and a soft quirk of his lips gesturing for you to do as you’re told.

You spur into action, wiggling the dress up and over your breasts until you’re pulling it over your head and letting it drop beside you on the floor. You’re just in time to see Jungkook push his jeans down his hips, a classic black Calvin Klein underwear band glaring back at you.

The chance to marvel at Jungkook’s thin waist framed by that tight underwear is gone as quickly as it came, and you’re greeted with an even more mouthwatering sight when he pushes the elastic band down, and that big cock you had alluded to springs out of its confines. You groan, subconsciously rolling your hips into the air as you take in the sight of his cock, mushroom tip swollen and flushed. There’s a thick vein that runs along the underside of it, one you only see when Jungkook grasps his dick in his hand and tugs upward like this isn’t his true form, and he can get bigger.

“Ready?” He asks, biting down on his lip as he continues to stroke himself. You nod, wiggling closer to him until the backs of your thighs rest on top of his, knees knocking against his waist. He grants you one more of those kind smiles, before he’s leaning down to press a hand beside your head, the other lining himself up with your soaked entrance.

Running his cock over your folds one last time, collecting as much of your cum as he can, he brushes a kiss against your cheekbone before he’s pushing in. You moan, throwing your hands around his neck as he pierces through the initial ring of muscle surrounding your warm heat. “Holy shit,” you choke, mouth dropped open as you pant like a dog against his shoulder. “J-Jungkook,” you cry, legs tightening around his waist the closer his body presses against yours.

Once he’s at the hilt, pelvis flush against you, you can’t help the series of whines and mewls that escape your lips from being so comfortably filled to the brim.

To your surprise, Jungkook is the first to speak. “Fuck,” he groans, breath hot against your ear. He sounds fucked out, once silky voice raspy with need as he grinds his hips against you tentatively. “This is what you wanted, isn't it?” He huffs, both hands coming down to wrap around your waist, your back arching under the wonderful hands that find themselves squeezing every inch of your back in an effort to pull you closer.

His mouth brushes against yours from this new position, and Jungkook puckers his lips, tongue coming out to lick at your bottom lip. You nearly cry when he finally pulls his hips away, relieves his cock from your tight heat before surging back in. “Wanted this from the moment you walked in, didn’t you, sweetheart?” Jungkook grunts, repeats the same motion until he’s picked up a steady pace of pushing and pulling, each roll of his hips sending a shock of ecstasy crawling up your spine.

You nod, eyes screwed shut as pleasure warms every inch of your body. It’s even worse to not see, because every sound and every touch is magnified tenfold, until you’re drowning in sensations. Jungkook’s choked groans, the slide of his hips, they all become too much too quickly and you’re choking back a sob.

“Fuck,” he groans, glancing down at your withered form like an animal as he picks up his pace. His hold on you tightens, never letting your body move away from him and he begins jack hammering in his thrusts, swallowing your cries with his lips. “Had me thinking you were a nice girl,” he huffs, and you wonder if he knows how tightly he’s holding you, how this grip will most likely leave you with fingerprint bruises tomorrow morning. But then again, you don’t care. All you care about is Jungkook’s voice and his body, guiding you toward completion. “But all you wanted was a quick fuck.”

You steel yourself to look at him again, and when your eyes finally open and focus, you’re wishing you hadn’t because Jungkook looks so hot over you. His pretty eyes, the ones that had led you into a false sense of comfort throughout the night and tricked you into believing he would be easy to bend to your every whim, are hard now. “Isn’t that right, doll?” He spits, and you whine when he punctuates this question with a particularly brutal thrust of his hips. His balls slap against your ass, and you squirm beneath him as you begin to feel the beginnings of an orgasm build in your core.

“I-I thought—“ you stammer, tone pitched from the way he jostles you with every thrust he gives. “Y-You wanted that,” you weekly defend, canting your hips down in a feeble attempt to progress this along.

He snorts, captures your lips in a rushed kiss where he wastes no time snaking his tongue inside your mouth. His saliva trickles into your mouth, and you whine as he purposefully lets it happen, pulls away just the slightest to pucker his lips and let a thick trail of spit fall straight into your open mouth. Satisfied with his little stunt, he rams his cock against you once more.

“If you wanted a quick fuck,” he says, nearly loses himself in your pussy, “you came to the wrong guy, sweetheart.”

You’re too caught up in the nice drag of his cock against your pussy, the tip of his cock stopping him from ever pulling out completely, that it takes you a second to process his words. “H-Huh?” You choke, teary eyes flickering across his face wildly as if the answer will be right in plain sight.

But all you’re met with is the soft pull of his lips as he flashes you a smirk, pearly white teeth tugging at the pink flesh, as he levels you with a glare of his own. Before you can question him further, he’s letting go of your waist to hike your knees into the crook of his elbows, his pouty lips growing further away as he leans back.

This shift has his cock nudging up, rubbing against the hood of your clit where a bundle of nerves he’d only briefly brushed before sits. You shriek in pleasure, writhing beneath him as the sudden sensation hits you full force. “Jungkook!” You sob, his hips slowing to a grind as he watches your face crumble beneath him.

“You like that?” He murmurs, rutting his hips against you shallowly. The change of pace, the rabid piston of his hips slowing to this, has your body melting into his touch. You barely manage a nod, eyes fluttering open and shut as his hips move sensually against you.

His cock brushes against that sensitive spot with each roll of his hips, and you’re a mewling, puddle of emotion by the third thrust. “Pretty girl,” he hums, letting go of one leg to place a hand above your mound, thumb circling your clit until you’re trembling beneath him. “Did you think I would fuck you and kick you out?” He husks, watching your body like he’s a lion and you’re his prey.

Your brain is far from comprehending anything at this point, reduced to a mere mass of nothingness as he continues moving against you, fingers rubbing your clit in all the right ways.

“Well, you were wrong about that, doll,” he huffs, and you’re blessed with the sight of his head lolling back as he loses himself in the tight grip of your pussy, skin glistening with sweat, trailing from behind his ear and over his neck, until you’re watching a pearl roll over his collarbones. “I don’t do that,” he informs you, and he pinches your clit between two fingers, hard enough that you almost miss his next words as you moan. “No, baby, I’ll fuck you and keep you forever,” he spits, and you whimper at his words. Finally, he lets go of your knees, right as you’re teetering on the edge of an orgasm and you moan out in protest as he ducks down to cage you between his arms again.

“Please,” you beg, voice hoarse as his hips slowly return to their pace from before. He’s still not pulling out as much, keeping his thrusts shallow as he kisses a trail up your neck and over your jaw.

“Gonna fuck you so good, you don’t ever want to leave, pretty,” he says, kisses the corner of your mouth as his hips pick up pace. You wanna cry, feeling so warm and cherished in his arms, his voice telling you how good you’re doing as the coil in your stomach tightens and tightens until you’re begging him for more. “Do you want that?”

“Yes! Yes!” You sob, rolling your hips against his like a madman as you chase your high.

Jungkook hums, smile smushed against your lips as he watches you desperately writhing beneath him. “Yeah? You want that?” You nod, mewls swallowed by his kisses. “Then cum for me, pretty girl.”

You whimper, just as he bucks into you once more, and suddenly you’re falling apart. It starts in your lower back, the ecstasy climbing it’s way through your body until you’re quivering and sobbing in his embrace, muffling your sounds against his shoulder. The muscles in your entire body tighten painfully, until suddenly a wave of contentment washes over you, and you’re too weak to even hold onto him anymore, arms flopping back onto the couch cushions beneath you.

The whole time, Jungkook mutters encouragement against your jaw, keeps his thrusts short but quick, guiding you through your orgasm. When you’re done, he presses an open mouthed kiss beneath your ear, pulling away to look at your boneless frame beneath him.

A few pistons of his hips later, and Jungkook is coming inside of you, cum coating your walls as he hammers his way through his orgasm. He pulls out when he’s done, and you instantly feel your mixed arousal drip out between your thighs.

Woozy from the wine and the two orgasms, you fall asleep soon after.

——

“Good morning,” you murmur, standing at the doorway leading into the kitchen, an area you’d only been able to find after stumbling around the upstairs of the house in confusion.

Jungkook whirls around, wide eyes taking in your appearance. You clutch at the hem of the big t-shirt you’d pulled on, the only article of clothing you saw that was thrown over a chair in a bedroom you didn’t dare snoop around. “Morning,” he exhales, calculating gaze never leaving you as you tiptoe over to him by the counter.

He doesn’t say more, spluttering into action when you peek over his shoulder to see what he’s up to. “What’re you making?” You inquire, and his hands begin fidgeting with the knife.

“Oh, um,” he stutters, and perhaps he’s overly aware of your presence so close beside him, because he suddenly doesn’t remember how he’s supposed to cut an avocado. Cute, you think. “Just, um, toast with avocado spread…”

You hum. After a moment, it seems Jungkook is able to quell his nerves, and he carefully slices the avocado open, spreading its innards across the toast. He hands you the first piece, which you take after masking your own surprise, and soon after he’s turning away from the counter as the two of you eat in silence.

After a few thoughtful munches of bread, you speak. “Thanks for carrying me to bed,” you say, refusing to look at him.

“You’re welcome,” he replies, almost a little too fast and you barely bite down a grin as he rambles on. “Wasn’t gonna leave you on the couch, especially not when you were so tired after… ah, yeah.”

It’s the reserved way he carries himself that gives you the balls to look at him. His ears are flushed adorably red, like when you were at dinner last night talking about his job, and all you wanna do is pinch his cheeks. “Yeah,” you agree, and then add with an air of faux shyness, “you were really cool last night.”

It’s the little devil in you begging to jump out, curious to see how far you can push Jungkook before he shifts into that suave version of himself from last night, and you would feel bad had the corner of his lips not tilted up in amusement.

He chokes out a laugh, mutters a “yeah?” and you don’t stop yourself when you jump into his arms and kiss that avocado spread right off his lips.

——

On Tuesday afternoon, Kim Namjoon is in the midst of delivering another sermon-like speech on the importance of utilizing your student ID when visiting any of the Starbucks within a two mile radius of your school, when you spot a chestnut head of hair from the corner of your eye.

“Sorry, Joon! My ride's here!” You yelp, shoving your notebook into your bag as you stumble over yourself in your haste to leave.

Namjoon blinks. “Huh? I thought you lived on campus?”

You nod, that giddy feeling starting up in your chest as he comes closer to where you and Namjoon have taken up residence on a table in the commons for your weekly meeting, and by the time he reaches the table Namjoon is still in the midst of questioning you.

“Jungkook,” You say, all dreamily and dazed, and you know this because Doyeon caught you with this same exact look on your face after he dropped you off at the dorms Sunday afternoon.

Namjoon startles. “What the f—“

“Hi,” Jungkook beams, leans down to brush a kiss against your cheek, which only serves to make you even more ditzy and dumb in the face of this handsome man. “Oh, hey, hyung.”

“What’re you doi—“

“All set?” Jungkook asks you, completely ignoring whatever his beloved senior was saying in favor of taking your bag off your shoulders. You nod, have to swallow a giggle down when he takes your hand in his. “Bye, hyung.”

“Bye, Joon!” You barely remember to throw over your shoulder, too busy wrapping yourself around Jungkook’s arm to hear Namjoon blabber in shock. 

“Kids these days,” he huffs.

[ part 2 ; hulu & woohoo ]