#video aesthetic 【pressing the play button until it breaks】

[liroyalty]

This is the most Ann & Sue coded thing I've ever seen in my LIFE.

[vixlenxe]

Hey, wanna watch a whole woman drop bodies?

[cythena]

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ CLOSER

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ " i just can't leave you alone "

synopsis . . . choso is so infatuated with the shy girl from his forensics class. his hobbies outside of school make it so easy to get to know more about her but he just wants to get closer to her.

warnings . . . college au, ghostface!choso, reader is very sick in the head, dubcon, dark content, reader has longish hair but the texture can be in whatever way you want, breeding, slapping, hair pulling, bdsm (not with reader), choking, breaking n entering, stalking, porn, choso is a huge creep, voyeurism

notes . . . 2.7k words, 10 minute read, a little longer than usual. this is not not sum light but iykyk. so proceed with caution if you're concerned.

his eyes are attached to every movement you make. it could be anything. you clicked your pen, your head slightly tilting to the left, your sigh after glancing at the clock. he noticed it all. he loved it. it was the way he passed his time at 10 in the morning. unfortunately, this was the only avaliable time for this class but fortunately for choso, it was the same time you picked.

you were a dream; pouty lips and doe eyes fit your soft face. then he could drag his eyes down to your chest, admire your waist, and fantasize about your hips. he had an hour of time with you, albeit a table away from you, but still. for an hour, he memorized every feature he could to save later for his sketchbook.

he would arrive early just to see you walk in, and sometimes you would walk past his seat. on those days, he would catch a whiff of your delicate perfume. it was sweet vanilla, soft. you'd think it would fit you. you looked very sweet, with your hair styled with bows and a large collection of skirts. your voice rose in pitch whenever your existence was acknowledged by others.

but choso's seen you. he's really seen you — in such a raw state that no one had the faintest clue about it. you're very forgetful, leaving your curtains open like you wanted him to watch. you were such a tease. your room was true to your aesthetic. he watched you open up your sanrio decorated laptop and settle into your lush bed. from his angle, he could see the screen with you.

you leaned against your pillows as your fingertips moved naturally to a website. the sight excited him to the core and he started spinning his various rings around his fingers. he wasn't dumb, he knew you would get lonely. but he wasn't sure what site you were on. nevertheless, he was so interested in what softcore video caught your eye. you weren't into the dirty stuff. you liked it clean, amateur for sure.

to his surprise, your video was nothing of the sort. a masked man pulled on the bare girl's chain. her skin was red and dripping. a grin spread across her lips as the huge man slapped his cock on her face. your hand was already between your legs. your pajama top had the first few buttons popped open while your other hand palmed your tit.

choso's cock hardened at the view. your lips parted as you played with yourself. he was eager to join you, but he stopped himself — forced himself to burn the moment into his memory. the priceless sight needed to stay with him forever.

the woman and the video was tossed onto the bed. the camera propped in front of her face but a majority of the man was visible. his upper body towered over her as a large hand left bright marks onto her ass. her face contorted in pleasure. choso wondered how your face really looked now. he wanted to hear your sounds.

your thighs clenched together around your hand. your shoulders caved in and your entire body shook. choso's breath quickened. the man in the video wrapped his hand around her neck. he yanked her against his chest while keeping her pinned by the waist.

you quickly pressed a hand over your mouth while your eyes shut. chills racked through choso's spine. he wasn't sure he blinked until you were settled in your bed again and your laptop was shut. his hand clutched the neck of his shirt, now feeling warmer than before.

he took a moment to gather himself. his legs felt like jelly. he sank down to the grass outside your window but stared at your windowsill. the small window of light shining on the grass suddenly snapped off. you finally shut the curtains and he knew it was time to go. standing up, he felt an odd warm feeling in his pants.

looking down, he could barely see the faint glistening on his dark pants.

"fuck..."

that was months ago. over time, he's felt closer to you. you've shared so many intimate moments together, unknowingly. in his mind, you've consummated your love on numerous occasions. but it still wasn't enough. he wanted to really touch you.

he wanted to kiss you and caress your hips. in the same thought, he imagined his knuckles rubbing against your scalp as he pulled your hair back. he knew you would love that. your dirty searches told him many secrets. they helped him collect so much information about you.

there were a few attributes those videos shared. they were nasty, dirty, spit and cum covered those girls entirely. those girls were treated like a personal pets to serve those men. but the one that was in every single video, no matter the genre...those men were always masked.

even the nights you decided to take a softer route, the man's identity was unknown. it seemed you had a strong taste for the mystery. he's never seen you take a second glance at any video with a man's face.

he was so proud to know this about you. he watched you walk past him every day and all he could think about was how you would feel if he was the man and you were his to use. you'd be a toy he could never get tired of. he's felt a cord attach the two of you ever since. it was made of the secrets you shared.

the videos started getting more intense, more bloody and brutal, and your orgasms became harsher. this video had the man forcing himself into the unsuspecting girl's room. the man covered her mouth to stop what choso assumed were her loud moans.

choso watched your heaving chest. you're such a sick freak, he thought but he wondered...if watching it made you cum so hard, then would experiencing it be even better? an unknown and unexpected man having his way with you. he cock ached with the desire to climb through your window and test your theory.

you were much earlier today, choso had barely arrived and settled in to wait for you when you walked in. he was sliding his rings on his fingers again when he heard your footsteps. you looked so adorable. you wore a white tank top with a cute bow decorating your cleavage and a brown skirt. you were so effortlessly pretty in his eyes.

your perfume was different today too. you must've run out of your vanilla pearl. he loved the scent so much he went a bought a bottle to remind him of you. he'd spray it on his shirts every night. this new scent was fresh, floral. it was so light and refreshing. the charming mixture of flowers was irresistible. it lingered around him.

"excuse me, choso, would it be alright if i moved to sit with you? i'm sorry, i just wanted to see better."

you nervously tugged on the strap of your bag. your index and thumb toyed with the cat pin on it. the smile forced itself onto his face. he hoped it wasn't scaring you. there was no stopping the joy of hearing you say his name.

"yeah, that's alright." he even pulled the chair out for you to sit with him. the table had enough space for the both of you yet he scooted it a little closer to his side.

minutes of silence passed. choso had decided to entertain himself with your his sketchbook. it was his but the only thing he could bring himself to draw was you. it didn't look like that at first glance but it was you. he could draw you from his pure memory. there was you sleeping, playing in makeup, changing. one of you sitting in class caught your eye. you admired the faceless drawing.

"you're really good."

choso stopped, feeling heat rise to his cheeks. he even tried to cover some of the drawing with his palm. he could see part of your smile from the corner of his eye.

"thank you...do you wanna see more?" he offered, feeling his nerves tingling.

now you scooted closer to him. your shoulder pressed against his now. he slid the sketchbook over to the middle of you. his mind wandered and he could no longer completely focus on giving you a tour of his drawings — not when your tits were so close to him. he could ever see a little of your bra peeking out in a gap.

your nail ended up pointing to the one of you changing shirts. it was the one time you faced the window. he remembered you didn't even bother to put on a shirt again that night.

"this is the same girl, isn't it? why don't you draw her face?" you asked.

"she's too pretty, i'd never be able to do her justice."

your eyes widened, for a second you wished he was saying it about you. still, it was romantic. oh. it also meant choso had a girlfriend.

"she must be beautiful then."

you were so clueless to his affections if one could even call them that. you stared at him with what looked like stars in your eyes. he couldn't bring himself to look any further. instead, he pulled the sketchbook closer to himself and smiled at your portraits.

"incredibly."

every time choso set up outside of your bedroom window was more exhilarating than the last. it was his favorite part of the evening. it was your time together. tonight he would be doing you a favor. he felt significantly better about it knowing you'd appreciate it. he knew you better than anyone and tonight he'd proof it.

he wanted to get to you before you were ready for bed. you were in the shower for twenty minutes so when you grabbed your towel and left the room, he pushed open the window. he was careful not to dirty your clean floor as he tiptoed towards your door. he stood and waited for the water to stop running.

choso's heart raced, blood and adrenaline pumping a thousand times faster. his fingers twitched at the touch of sinking into your flesh, especially the clean skin after your shower. he ran his fingers over the textured metal and pressed against them. he was finally going to make you his even if you didn't know it was him.

time couldn't have gone by any faster. the water shut off and within minutes your footsteps came padding down the hall. he adjusted his mask in your mirror, the white ghost mask identical to the man's in the videos.

the door opened and his hand smacked over your mouth. he shoved your back to his chest and pinned you against him. he held you close, inhaling this new strawberry scent of your soap. his hand caressed the side of your hip.

"calm down," his chilling voice demanded. your breathing slowed and he relaxed as well. you stared at your reflection. this form towered over you. the towel you clutched to your chest began slipping out of your grasp.

choso steadily removed his hand from your mouth, ready to clasp it again if needed. "good girl, you can be a good girl for me. yeah, get on the bed." he patted your side and let you walk towards your bed. he stalked behind you. you turned around to face him with teary eyes. he tucked your chin between his thumb and index.

he moved your hands away from the towel and let it pool around your hips now. your soft breast filled his palm nicely. he felt like such a virgin looking at your body. it's like even when he's so close you can't help but be a little tease.

"spread, now."

you were so obedient. you followed every command like a well trained puppy. he kneeled between your spread legs, shifting the towel completely off of your thighs. your body was everything he ever dreamed of and more. he wanted a taste but this stupid mask was in his way.

he hovered over you, trapping you between him and the wall. you slapped your hand over your mouth when he snatched your neck. the mesh couldn't hide the beautiful panic on your face. your breathing quickened. he forced you to look into the droopy eyes of the mask while he unzipped his pants.

what he really wanted to do was kiss you. then, he wanted to hear his name. next time.

he didn't give you a warning when he shoved two fingers into your cunt. you squealed against your own palm — the most heavenly noise he's ever heard and it was his doing. you were at his mercy. the cold metal sent chills through your walls. he twisted and curled his fingers inside of you, pulling you closer to your finish.

he squeezed your neck enough to make your eyes cross and you go dizzy. a smile planted on your lips behind your hand. your walls contracted around his fingers and stayed tight.

he admired the strings of slick between his fingers. he needed it. he was so desperate to taste you. so he slipped his fingers underneath his mask and into his mouth where he sucked every last intoxicating drop. it seemed everything about you was sweet except that fucked up head of yours.

he yanked your legs around his waist, lining your hole up perfectly with his hard cock. the tip swept against your clit. your sensitive body reacted to every touch. he wanted you to beg for him to do something. he didn't care what it was just, beg.

he planted his hands on your waist. you clawed at his forearms while writhing. "please," you whimpered. "please, sir, i wanna feel you."

"my dirty girl." taking your breath away, he buried himself into your hole. you were so full of him it felt impossible. he gathered your wrists in one hand while slamming his cock into you.

drool dripped out the corner of your mouth stuffed with choso's thumb. you loved grabbing onto nothing and digging your nails into your own palm. you sank your teeth into your quivering bottom lip. choso laid a slap on your cheek and you moaned.

"oh! please! f-feels so good!" you gasped. moans continued to interrupt any word you could think to say. you just gave up trying to speak. he kept reminding himself that next time you'll be crying his name.

the need to feel you tighten around his cock powered him. he frantically drove himself into your hole working towards that blissful release for both of you.

he forced you further into the mattress by the neck. it was like his strength tripled when with you. it was like he was fucking a message into you. a message he wouldn't leave until he knew it was engraved in your mind.

"you're all fucking mine. all mine. say it."

"aha! yes!" you grinned. "i'm all yours!"

he dropped your bruised hands and you gripped his shoulders. your eyes crossed and rolled back into your head. your body convulsed as you tried to steady yourself with his shoulders. you felt your legs go weak and slip from his waist.

he flipped you over to your knees, his thick hands grabbed onto your waist while pushing you into the bed. it was pure instinct at this point. he brought his hand deep into the strands of your hair. using this, he made you squeal when he yanked your head back. tears fell from your doe eyes.

every signal in body told him he needed to fill you and he wasn't going to stop until he did. he let out a heavy growl with his head throw back as his cum spilled into you. he stayed inside you, forcing his seed to stay inside you.

"thank you," you breathed. choso rubbed your bruised hips and other darker spots littered across your body. he inhaled your scent again before pushing himself off of you. he watched you roll onto your side and close your eyes.

the next school day, you took your seat next to choso. you bounced into class with a bright smile. today your perfume was new. it was a sweet strawberry scent that filled his nose. he is cheeks heated up, remembering your smell that night.

"good morning choso," you smiled as you began unpacking your bag.

"good morning y/n."

choso shut his sketchbook and spread his palm over it. something you dropped clattered on the desk. looking back down, he saw one of his rings spinning around. he swept it up and slid it back on his finger.

"i knew it looked familiar but i think there was one more. could you come get it tonight?"

of course you knew. you shared every sick fantasy with him. "i'll be there tonight."

— © cythena 2024. do not share on tiktok, plagiarize, repost on other platforms, copy, or translate.

[letrune]

It seems the current trend is "the more creative processes we automate with AI, the more time people have to slave away on minimum wage jobs in service sectors and in factories."... It rubs me the wrong way.

It seems like the "Utopia" proposed is "more time to work, less time to be creative or explore yourself", and it very much aches, because we saw this in company towns before.

I would also point out that most people doing art to cover their bills are often minority groups or can not hold a job due to disabilities or discrimination. Their only career paths are either doing art, which they got passion for, or do (sub)minimum wage jobs they can not properly hold for long.

But for a moment, let us ignore these, okay? I wish you to imagine video games done like this.

A guy presses a button and ten asset-flipped games are produced by an AI, presenting the same mediocre gameplay, because the AI writes the code, makes the art, works out the music, and our "game designer" here is just selecting which end result they want - per project. If that. Ten games in ten days.

A new age of shovelware.

So, let us circle back a bit - you know indie game developers, working their craft for years, even decades, say, Undertale? They will have to compete with asset flips and shovelware of their game, without the heart but in the THOUSANDS.

Big game studios? Why keep the creative team around when you can just order a lot of assets by an AI? Imagine EA producing more games. A new copy-paste Call of Duty every year. No need for designers any more, only in the item shop, and to make sure the life support, I mean live service keeps going until they don't. You don't believe me? Square Enix and EA already toys with the idea. We already seen them push NFTs.

Also, AIs lack the abstract understanding, so they won't understand any moral implications. If the "prompt engineer" asks for a nazi shooting a girl in the head, it gives that in the mos popular artists' styles. Making porn becomes so easy that the AI can churn it out in your favourite artist's style, ruining their reputation just enough to be underbidded by whoever did it first.

And what remains for creatives? Well, factories. The workhouse. The subminimum wage. The army. Not a lot of prospects, isn't it, especially in late stage capitalism, which would make Adam Smith demand a duel at dawn from whoever decided it should be it.

AI is a fun tool, but whoever grabbed it uses it to break into our houses and ruin it...

Is this the future these techbros imagine? Everyone slaving away at work, then going home, playing the latest Pay to Win Play to Earn game which costs 70 euros to buy and then additional pamyents to get the NFT lootboxes, until the servers close?

Getting the same artwork done millions of times, with no understanding of anatomy and composition beyond the most aesthetically common pixel arrangement?

Automated NSFW and immoral content flooding all art sites?

Removing the artists beyond whoever can sell you more despite you won't have the cash to get whatever they try to sell? This is the future these people want?

Maybe they should ask an AI to write them a better one, if they don't like mine, but first feed in 1984, Brave New World and the Fountainhead, then lock the upload feature.

[whitecrownsblackthrones-archived]

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[hyunjilicious]

one more drink [henry cavill - one shot]

Summary: you and Henry attend a fancy party and you decide to be a brat and push his buttons to see what happens. 0,1% plot. SMUT. 3.5k. filth :) feedback makes my day, so maybe tell me what you thought? 

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“Why don’t you put that drink down, hm?” 

His voice was loud and clear, lips mere inches away from your ear as he secured his arms around your waist to get you to stop dancing.

You were ready to sink into him, but as soon as you saw his intention was to grab the glass out of your hand, you pulled back, and turned to him with a disappointed frown, “Not a chance, Cavill”

“Don’t call me that” he sighed, his head falling to the side, “How much have you had to drink?”

“Not enough” you pouted, nonchalantly bringing your alcoholic beverage to your lips, looking lewdly into his eyes as you took a big sip, “And apparently neither have you”

Had he not been grinning that widely, you would’ve seriously believed he was mad at you. His frown was consuming your entire being, and the cold stare plastered on his eyes begged you to not push his buttons - at least not when there were so many people around, “Why don’t you give me that?” he encouraged, pointing to your tall glass.

You looked down and noticed your perfectly manicured hand and fresh bubbles that were still present in your beverage. In the inebriated state that you were, the aesthetic blew your mind. Without thinking twice, you pulled out your phone with your free hand and opened the instagram app, determined to post it on your story.

The light of the flash reflected beautifully against the intricate design of the glass, but the picture did not turn out as expected.

Just when you pressed the button to capture the image, Henry’s hand grabbed your wrist, snatching the phone out of your hand, “Are you dead set on pissing me off?” he questioned in a low tone, his ice blue eyes pinning you in place.

“I don’t get what the problem is” you whined, waving your hands around your body. Your eyes traveled around the room, scanning the atmosphere, “You think I’m embarrassing you or something?”

“Embarrass me, no? What?” Henry cringed, “But you’re crossing some lines”

“I’m just letting loose”

“Too loose if you ask me” he frowned.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Henry grabbed your waist, and effortlessly spun you around until your back slammed against his chest. He lowered his head over your shoulder, “I’ll let you figure it out”

In front of you, the party was in full swing. People were dancing, chatting, drinking their night away, and in your eyes, there was no problem with that, “Use your words, Cavill, I don’t get it”

“One-” he said in a deeply dominating tone, making all the hairs on your body stand up, “Don’t call me that, and two, I could make you a list of all the men in this room that think about fucking you as we speak, and the fact that you can’t tell who they are, means you drank to much”

There was an internal battle going on inside your mind. The way he put you in your place forced a lump to block your throat, but it would be a lie to say you didn’t enjoy the moment.

“I think you’re pushing it a little” you said, pulling away from his hold and turning to face him.

Henry narrowed his eyes, “If I leave, they’ll swarm around you”

“Then don’t”

“Let’s go sit somewhere” he suggested, nodding his head to the side of the room, where a few arm chairs were available.

“After you” you agreed, and he happily took your hand.

Henry led you to the sitting area, contempt thinking he won this round. But you just saved your cards for later.

When you reached your destination, Henry sat down and opened his arms, motioning for you to sit in his lap. However, you just grabbed his hands, and started swaying to the unfamiliar beat of the song that was playing, arching your back and lowering yourself in front of him.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for” Henry chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief.

“I’m asking for you to have some fun!” you belted.

“This is your idea of fun?”

“Dancing?” you asked, playing dumb, “Yes”

Henry leaned to the side. He propped his elbow on top of the arm rest, bringing his hand up to rub his chin, “Sit down”

“Yes, daddy” you eventually said, knowing just how little patience he had left.

His arms instantly wrapped around your middle, his breathing aggravated by the way you managed to rile him up. And, determined to do more, you started rolling your hips back and forth against his thighs, managing to apply just the tiniest bit of pressure to his crotch.

“The fuck’s gotten into you, hm?” Henry snapped. His hold around you tightened, shaking your entire frame. “Why are you acting like this?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you rolled your eyes, bringing your glass up to your lips and scanning the room as you sipped your drink.

It was only a matter of time until he’d drop this overly patient facade. “Look at me when I’m talking to you” he commanded, sinking his fingers into your bare thigh.

“Ouch!” you pouted, despite pain being the last thing on your mind.

“So? The fuck is going on with you, hm?”

“Nothing’s going on with me, you just need to learn how to have fun!”

“Whoring around is your idea of having fun?” he fumed.

You thought about it for a second, and the nodded, fairly convinced, “Could be, yeah”

“Behave for 15 minutes” Henry nodded, his smile giving away just how sure he was you were never going to achieve that, “And then we’ll dance”

“That’s it?” you scoffed, and as soon as he responded - with a smile nod, you breathed out satisfied, “Deal”

Clear as day, he was waiting for you to cave. Henry leaned back in his chair, and with his head hanging playfully to the side, he kept his eyes trained on you. With absolutely no intention to make this easy for you, his burning gaze made your blood boil. Oh, how the tables have turned. 

You took another sip of your drink and then pulled out your phone, counting on Instagram to make the minutes pass faster. And maybe it would have been able to, with out of the corner of your eye you could see him. Black dress shirt hugging his body in a way that was so much more vulgar than any dance you could have come up with. 

A video was playing on your phone, two puppies rolling down a hill, yet your eyes drifted instantly to the side. Pretending to pay attention to the screen, you watched Henry trace the rim of his glass with his pointer finger. Your eyes traveled along his forearm and you could’ve sworn you actually felt your heart skip a bit when you noticed just how sloppily he rolled up his sleeves.

“I swear-” you sighed, eyes trained on the ceiling as you shook your head in disbelief, “You never looked hotter.”

“What was that, love?” Henry mumbled, bouncing one of his legs up for the sole purpose of messing with you.

“How much time passed?” you whined.

“A little bit over a minute, darling” he responded proudly.

You were fuming. “I’ll go get another drink, want something?”

As soon as he nodded no, you were out of there. Forcing your way through the sea of people, you eventually reached the bar, and even in the dried up smoke infused air of the room, you finally felt like you were able to breathe properly. With your competitive side on full display, as you waited for your drink to be ready, you gave yourself the epitome of a pep talk. With your arms crossed over the wooden surface of the bar, you soaked up the possibilities. At this point, you still weren’t sure whether you wished to prove to him that you’d be able to keep calm, or whether you wanted him to give in first.

The answer to this dilemma came in the form of a model looking 20 something year old man - the golden curls that framed his sculpted features and the seductive grin he decided to use as an introduction, were everything you needed. Dropping the nice girl act you didn’t even bother too much to adopt, you responded to the stranger with an overly sweet smile, and nonchalantly dragged him to the dance floor without exchanging as much as two words.

After finally settling face to face, you started dancing. Not keen on getting too close to him, but also knowing that was what you needed to get on Henry’s nerves, you decided to explain yourself, “Listen, I need to ask you something-” you yelled over the music, leaning against his chest to get as close to his ear as possible.

The man circled an arm around your waist, as he bowed his head with a smile on his lips, eager to listen to what you had to say.

“I know it didn’t seem like it, but I’m here with my boyfriend”

He instantly tensed up, but you continued. This time you pressed yourself against him, and lowered your voice, “You wouldn’t mind helping me get his attention, would you?”

He looked you up and down, “What are you offering?”

Knowing full well that Henry was probably already thinking about intervening, you decided there was no reason to hold back. “What’s on your mind?”

“Think he’d be into a threesome?”

The thought made you gag, but you played it nicely. “Depends on how convincing you are”

“He shared you before?”

As he asked this, you found it incredibly hard not to burst into laughter, as that was probably the last thing on earth Henry would ever do, but that was not what the man needed to hear.

“Yeah, but he’s usually reluctant when it comes to strangers, you know?”

How he didn’t figure out you were bluffing shall forever remain a mystery.

“Ok, ok” he nodded, licking his lips, “Let’s talk to him”

As you turned around to look in your boyfriend's direction, the man placed his right hand on the small of your back, ready to walk wherever you’d guide him. However, not even a step needed to be taken, as Henry was already marching towards you.

The crowd of dancing souls parted for him to pass. His eyes ablaze, he reached the two of you in no time. Henry didn’t waste no time paying attention to you, instead he went straight to the blonde haired guy standing beside you.

“Get your hands off of her, or I’ll break both your arms”

And the threat wouldn’t have been nowhere near as menacing if Henry wasn’t a head taller, and his shoulders twice as broad the man’s he approached.

“Listen dude-” the stranger tried to defend himself despite the pure terror that coated his features.

“Want me to break your teeth in too and don’t know how to fucking ask?”

“Jesus I just-”

“Beat it” Henry scoffed, grabbing the man’s shoulder to spin him around. He was probably ready to kick his ass too had the stranger not ran off, steam coming out of his heels. 

Instantly, Henry turned around to face you, the anger in his eyes making all the hairs on your body stand up. He didn't even bother to look at you, his stare trained somewhere in the distance, as he grabbed your arm.

"Henry, I-"

"You kind of lost your right to say anything, don't you think?" he groaned.

As soon as he finished his question, he looked down, his cold eyes finally meeting yours.

You opened your mouth to speak, but eventually decided against it. And he probably appreciated the fact that you didn't bitch any further, not that it would have made any difference at this point.

Without exchanging another word, Henry forcibly grabbed you by the arm, and dragged you from the dance floor. Despite finding it hard to keep up with his pace considering your attire wasn't made for rushing places, you again decided to keep your mouth shut.

You knew what was coming and there was no reason to ask any questions. It was what you planned all along, after all.

In a matter of seconds, you two reached the bathroom of the bar. Not even bothering to be civil about it, Henry kicked the door open with his foot, managing to catch the attention of everyone nearby.

You walked inside after him, didn't even get a chance to worry about the people already inside, as all that was needed to get them to hurry out of the room was the cold death stare Henry didn't bother to hide.

The girl that was reapplying her makeup in the mirror was the last to scatter out of the bathroom, and by the time she reached the door, Henry’s tie was already off and the first five buttons of his shirt undone.

Panting in anticipation, you found yourself leaning against the tiled wall, afraid to make the wrong move. When you were finally left alone, the sound of the bathroom door lock clicking was what forced your heart into overdrive.

“You proud of yourself?” Henry questioned, as he walked slowly in your direction, his tie stretched to the extreme in his hands.

“You’re the one who caved” you said and it was the last straw.

“Turn around” he commanded, nodding his head in the direction of the wall.

Despite not being anything less than riled up and aroused, you still hesitated.

What got you to move was the next step he took towards you. As if under a spell, you spun around on your heels, and prompted your hands against the smooth surface of the wall. However, Henry had other plans. In one swift but rough motion, he grabbed your wrists, pinning them up, against the vertical pipe that ran from the floor all the way up to the ceiling. Effortlessly, he bound your hands together, fastening them into place.

To no avail, you tried to bring them lower for better support, but the tie was so tightly wrapped that your blood barely had any place to pass.

“Can you-”

“Nope” Henry said, with a bit too much enthusiasm in his voice.

He lowered his head over your shoulder and spoke directly against your cheek, “Is it uncomfortable? Does it hurt your wrists?”

You nodded.

“Good” he concluded, along with an ardent slap against your ass.

The stinging sensation made you grit your teeth and suck in a deep breath. Just knowing this was only the beginning made your core burn with desire, and involuntarily, you pressed your thighs together, hoping that some pressure would alleviate the aching sensation that radiated all across your body.

With no remorse, Henry shoved his foot between your high heels, forcing your legs apart, “None of that, ok?”

“Fuck” you grunted, letting your forehead fall against the wall in front of you.

Completely out of your sight, Henry’s actions were unknown. However, the sound of his belt being unbuckled was crystal clear, as it echoed around the room. It was the only sound you were able to register. Not even your convulsive breathing had any importance.

Following this, the night reached a pace you found it really hard to keep up with. After Henry hiked up your black tight dress over your ass, your mind started blurring out every detail.

In a second, your lace underwear had pooled by your feet, and you were left completely exposed.

You didn’t have any time to feel your cheeks burn before the tip of his cock reached our entrance. He didn’t waste time probing you. After raking his nails across your scalp, Henry grabbed a fistful of your hair, and pulled hard. When your head fell back, he slammed his cock all the way inside of you.

A deep guttural moan rooted in absolute pleasure ripped your whole body in half. Your throat stung at the sensation that rushed to you. He was not far behind, his own pleasure - pure physical, consumed him.

Henry rolled his hips into yours with more aggression by the second, each time pulling his cock almost all the way out. With every passion infused slam of his body against yours, your whole frame rocked forwards, putting an immense strain on your shoulders.

Sinful, choked back moans burned your throat.

“Is this what you wanted, hm?” Henry taunted, his calloused fingers forcing your chin up. “To be fucked like a slut in a random bathroom?”

You just squeezed your eyes shut and sucked on your bottom lip, hoping it would be good enough of an answer.

“Didn’t hear that” he shook his head, forcing his cock balls deep inside your pussy, “Use your words, pet”

You swallowed thickly, digging your nails into your probably already bloody palms, “Yes”

“Yes, what?” Henry let your chin go for just a second, before returning with a wanton smack against your cheek, “Yes what, baby?”

“Yes…” you wailed, chest aching with every word, “I wanted you to fuck me”

Visibly unsatisfied with your answer, Henry let go of you, moving his hands to lay on your hips. His grip was steady and merciless, guiding your body for his own pleasure now.

“You think good girls get fucked like this?” he rasped, his voice breaking halfway through the sentence. No matter what he said or how he said it, he was just as weak for you as you were for him, and it showed.

“You had to act like a whore the whole evening, didn’t you” Henry chuckled in disbelief. “Might as well take my cock like one now, right?”

As he spoke, numerous smacks, varying in intensity consumed the sensitive skin of your ass, which was doomed to be left bruised and battered.

“Yes” you cried, “Yes…”

“You know daddy always gives you what you ask for” he said, “Especially when that means I get to use you like the set of holes that you are”

“Fuck, fuck… Henry-” you cried, arching your back and forcing your hips back against him. 

“Use that cunt to suck the cum out of my cock”

“Fucking god” you shook your head, the ecstasy of the moment overwhelming all your senses. The frustration of not being able to rub your clit and alleviate the pain translated into a plethora of moans and screams. “Please, please- I’m close, I’m-”

“No, baby girl” Henry commanded, sinking his fingers into your hips, “I cum first, hold it”

“I can’t fucking hold it!” you yelled, covering your face into your shoulder.

“Try harder, angel”

“Fuck”

Multiple layers of unshed tears coated your eyes as you struggled to keep your body under control, but your knees were already shaking. Palms wet and trembling legs - you were already too far gone.

“I can’t-” you shook your head in desperation, “I’m gonna cum”

“Think twice, darling” Henry taunted, delivering one last blow to your ass, that along with the merciless pounding he kept up, managed to send you over the edge.

Your mind turned to blur as you fell spiraling into an earth shattering orgasm, your body spasming uncontrollably. Your muscles had a mind of their own, as you enjoyed the feeling of his cock spreading your pussy open until it completely consumed you.

“Henry, please, I-” you cried, panting desperately as not even standing up seemed like an easy task for you.

With your body turned to jelly into his arms, you somehow managed to find still find pleasure in the way he kept fucking your overly sensitive pussy.

“Never fucking listen do you-” Henry called with audible disappointment in his tone.

His question was cut short by a grave groan that forced its way out of his throat. His thrusts became sloppy and irregulated, deep and forced by the orgasm that soon ended up consuming his self control.

He kept going, allowing your cunt to milk every last drop of cum, not stopping until he didn’t have the power to move anymore. His body collapsed against yours, trapping you between his massive frame and the cold bathroom wall.

In a haze, he pulled out and undid the knot that had your wrists bound together. Weak in your knees, you stumbled to the sink, leaning against the marble garniture as your breathing was just now starting to return to normal.

With his pants pulled up but still undone, Henry came up behind you, engulfing you in a loving hug.

“I’m sorry” you whispered.

“Why?” he asked, slightly concerned.

“I came when you told me not to-”

“Oh god��� Henry laughed out loud, before lowering himself to kiss your neck, “You didn’t listen to a word I said the whole night, and that’s what stuck with you?”

You couldn’t help but smile, “You still love me though”

“I fucking adore you, angel” Henry shook his head, “Next time just maybe don’t make me traumatize some poor guy”

Continuing with the small talk, you two got dressed, and prepared to get out of the bathroom.

“You know he wanted a threesome?” you said as you fixed your hair and makeup in the mirror.

“Ha!” Henry laughed, before his face turning dead serious, “Never”

[oh-boy-me]

:0 could I have a beel,asmo,belphie,lucifer,mammon, satan (not including levi) and diavolo playing videogames? I thought it would be kinda funny since they're all really old- except for levi of course haha

Ohhh this should be fun!

Decided to do individual HCs for this one instead of a group thing so they wouldn’t be limited to multiplayer games.

Most of them, save for a certain prince, have been exposed to games a fair amount by proximity to Levi.

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Lucifer:

Lucifer has a Mononoke Land account so that he’ll get the email notifications for events and can therefore keep track of Levi’s whereabouts.  He’s never played the game, though, nor downloaded the app, and he has no intention of doing so.

In general, he’s not much of a gamer.  The most gaming he gets done is minesweeper on Windows XP.  He doesn’t have the time, and it was never something he could get into.

That isn’t to say that he owns zero games, though.  His favorite genre is turn-based strategy, because he can afford to look away from them, and they make him think and plan.

He doesn’t like the hyper-realistic ones, though.  Things like Civilization and Here Be Dragons are up his alley, Hearts of Iron not so much.

He doesn’t care too much about the story, but a good soundtrack is mandatory.

Also he’s an old man so the controls also have to be intuitive or he just won’t be able to play.  Why is he jumping when he presses A he thought that was the attack button.

The type of player who needs to get every achievement.  A completionist.

When the group gets together for the rare multiplayer night, he has no idea what he’s doing and yet still manages to do well.  It’s kind of infuriating.

He won’t make alliances with anyone, no, it’s every man for himself.  He also actively targets Mammon no matter what game they’re playing.

The fact that he doesn’t really get it protects his pride when Levi inevitably wipes the floor with him.

Mammon:

Mammon actually does game a little bit in his spare time, mostly with Levi.  He’s got a couple consoles and is more open to different genres than Lucifer is.

He thrives in any game where the main goal is to rack up as many points or as much profit as possible.  He’s undefeated in tycoons and pinball.  (Tetris is an exception; he’s terrible at Tetris.  Stupid spacial recognition.)

The RNG elements boil down to his insane luck, but he’s actually very smart when it comes to investments and stuff, so it’s not like he’s only using his luck to get by.

If the games have multiplayer, even better!  Nothing like kicking Levi, MC and Belphie’s asses in a game of Fortune Street!

He also tends to like the action-focused games that Levi plays.  Not so much into turn-based RPGs, but he enjoys stuff where the enemies spawn, like in Zelda or Rune Factory.  And he’s great at button mashing in fighting games, although Levi, who actually knows how to play them, always beats him.

Mammon uses items as soon as he gets them, and is too busy rushing a boss to care about learning its patterns and strategizing.

Skips cutscenes even on his first run.  Levi and Satan hate him for it.

Like mentioned before, he gets an unfair disadvantage in game nights because everyone targets him.  Especially in those games with RNG, because otherwise he WILL win.

He’s banned from PTW games because he will indeed PTW.

Satan:

Satan is another one who doesn’t play too many games, and that might be for the best because he’s a nightmare to play with.

The sorest loser, and a pretty nasty winner too.  He insists on the hardest difficulty and then rage quits at the slightest inconvenience.

He will play when prompted, though; he’s not above hanging out with his brothers.  His favorite sorts of games are ones with a good story and/or good puzzles.  His planning is more on the tactics side, as opposed to Lucifer’s strategy, so he would love Fire Emblem.

He WILL drop a game if the story isn’t holding his attention, and he’s done so in the past.

Overly cautious and hoards resources.  He takes the safe route every time.

Also another completionist.

Beel would often ask Satan to help him find out which art pieces were originals and safe to buy in Animal Crossing, and Satan got a little bit interested and ended up making a resident on Beel’s cartridge so the donations could be in his name.  He went on a mini-campaign to drive out the residents he didn’t like, but one of them turned out to be Beel's favorite and he felt terrible about it for weeks.

During family game nights, everyone is always torn between appeasing Satan and telling him to deal with it when he loses.

He also gets angry if he catches on to the fact that they’re letting him win, though.

Probably a genwunner.

Asmodeus:

Asmo enjoys video games.  They don’t fit into his aesthetic so he’s never really tried to understand them, but he doesn’t dislike them by any means.

Gaming is becoming more mainstream though, right?  That’s a whole new audience that could appreciate him.  Maybe, just maybe, he can let himself be a bit of a geek.

Unsurprisingly, he’s got a penchant for games with customization options.  Surprisingly, he also really enjoys FPS games.  If he and Levi ever played at the same time, it would be chaos in the House of Lamentation.

As opposed to his in-your-face attitude, he likes to play sniper units.

He said he wants to tap into the gaming community, but he’s not very good at most of the games he plays so he’s too embarrassed to actually do so.  He does, however, play the Sims on livestream.  He does his best to make the steamiest and most dramatic scenarios happen, and he’ll hold strawpolls to let his viewers make some choices.

Asmo also plays Animal Crossing like a few other brothers, but his island is so well groomed and with just the right residents, it feels like you’re touring an uncanny dystopia and Asmo is the dictator.

When the group gets together, he usually ends up doing the worst.  He’s more interested in executing perfect combos than actually dealing damage, so he’s not aggressive enough to get anything done against players like Levi and Satan.

He’s also not very good at teamwork; he starts yelling at his partner very quickly.

Beelzebub:

Beel doesn’t have a lot of “gamer” in him, but some of his brothers seem to like it so he decided to give it a go.  Turns out his hands are too big, but he makes do.  Kind of.

You’d expect a sports game to be the best for him, since he’s so athletic.  However, it’s BECAUSE he’s so athletic that this sort of game isn’t in his library.  He gets too antsy and bored tapping buttons instead of actually playing the sport.

Beel’s also not an aggressive player in any sense of the word.  He feels guilty even hurting the most basic of slimes.

No, no games are better for Beel than the stress-free, casual life simulators.  Animal Crossing is no surprise his favorite one right now.  Satan handles the museum for him while Beel gets to do whatever he feels like in a world where the biggest threat is a wasp.

He’ll also play other low stakes games where living your life is the main goal, like Harvest Moon and Stardew Valley.  His big heart can never choose who to marry in those games.

Horror is also ok for him, because while aggression is hard for him, self-defense is not.

He got the Cooking Mama app on his D.D.D. and bit the device in half, so he’s not allowed to touch that franchise anymore.

When the gang meets up, his non-aggressive side sticks around.  In fighting games, he’s more likely to dodge and steer clear of the others, and in other versus games he’s so open to compromise you’d think you were on the same team.

Satan did get him his favorite resident back.

Belphegor:

Belphie probably games the second most after Levi; it’s something that keeps him entertained but doesn’t require him to move very much at all.

I actually have no idea how to describe his preferred genres, but League of Legends and Dark Souls is basically all you need to know.

League lets him socialize a bit, and it’s the game that he and Levi play together most often.  As for Dark Souls, he loves the sort of game where learning your opponent’s every move and outsmarting/outmaneuvering them is the only path to victory.

I guess that would be described as “really hard action-adventure” games?  He’d also like Sekiro.

He also has his own copy of Animal Crossing to visit and play with Beel, but his island is so underdeveloped you’d think he started that same week.

Belphie is the true wild card of family game nights; sometimes he sleeps through the whole thing, while other times he can take down even Levi.

He has everyone’s habits down to a T--Mammon charges in, Asmo does too much setup, Levi’s overconfident--and he knows how to counter each and every one of them.

For someone who’s so much of a cunning player, though, he also misclicks a lot.

He’s the most likely out of his brothers to make alliances.  He’s also the most likely to break alliances.

If he doesn’t think he can win, he’ll choose a player and start sabotaging the game in their favor.

Diavolo:

Lord Diavolo had read about like, Mario?  The little blue hedgehog guy?  But he’d never owned a gaming console before.  He probably thought Neopets was peak gaming.

Levi swore to fix this grievous error, and this was also a mistake, because now Diavolo keeps trying to get Lucifer to play all these hack and slash games with him.

He has legitimately told Lucifer that “if you don’t play Devil May Cry with me THIS devil may cry!”

The games need to always have something happening in them or he’ll get bored, kind of like Satan’s need for a good story, except with action.

It’s also worth mentioning that “play a game with Diavolo” actually means “sit in the same room as Diavolo while he plays.”

And oh boy… is he terrible at these games.

He just button mashes until either he dies or all the enemies die.

Never uses any of the items he gets because he’s sure he’ll need them more later on.  When, Diavolo?  During the staff roll?

Will bomb a door before trying the knob.

Since he’s usually only around Lucifer, who doesn’t want to get sucked into this, and Barbatos, who honestly couldn’t care less about this, he’s been left alone and free to develop these terrible gaming habits.

It’s rare that he comes to family gaming night.  Legend has it that Lucifer’s piercing glare is somehow connected to the fact that his brothers always let Diavolo win.

Masterlist

[connordavidscamera]

Conscious Love | Connor Brashier

A/n: this is a repost from my Shawn account!! This is my piece and is not stolen.

Summary: you’re a little insecure lately and Connor has taken notice.

Warnings: mentions of body shaming, self loathing, slight eating disorder, also alludes to smut, there’s some angst, and there’s fluff

Word count: 2.5k

***

This isn’t new. It’s happened only a handful of times before, but this was the first time that it happened over something I had partial control over. The video I posted was nothing but y/n and a few shots of me, too. It was just random times during tour, like her jamming out to Alessia, side stage. And her in a big hoodie attempting to beat Brian at FIFA. (Spoiler alert: after 3 rounds, she did finally win, but between us, I think Brian let her.) Then there was us, slow dancing on the bus at three in the morning when the guys were being way too loud. And us walking hand in hand down the streets of Paris until I take her by the waist and twirl her around, and she’s a giggling mess and she looks so beautiful. Or at least I think she does. The comment section, however, went in on her. Saying nasty things about her weight, which has never been a problem for me - and I don’t know why it is for anyone else. 

At first, I didn’t think much of it. I thought maybe she hadn’t looked at the comments. I could only live in that fantasy world for so long though. It was a subtle change, I almost didn’t notice it at first. But I’ve caught her staring disdainfully at herself in the mirror three times this past week, and the second she sees me the smile that’s always plastered on her face takes over - only now her eyes don’t meet her lips. 

I really started noticing when we went to look for swimsuits and shorts earlier in the week. She had something bad to say about them all, but it wasn’t what she said about the suits that stuck with me. It was the snide comment about how the high waisted bottoms she had on accentuated the “pudginess” of her stomach. It was the barely audible utterance of how the regular bikini bottoms made her hips look “wider.” It was the remark about the strapless top that dug into her side boob and showed all the “extra skin” under her arm. It was the claim that the shorts she tried on barely went up her “massive thighs.” Or how another pair showed how her “legs jiggle” when she walked, and how her “cellulite was on full display.”

And then, after deciding that nothing she tried on was worth it, we went out to lunch, where she ordered something small and just barely picked at it, moving some of the food around to make it seem like she’d eaten more than she really had. I didn’t push, though. I knew she would tell me when she was ready. And when she was, I would do everything in my power to make her feel beautiful and loved. Because the girl I fell in love with all those years ago didn’t dwell on the thoughts other people had about her. She knew her worth, and she made damn sure you knew it too. But, I guess, watching her now… I’m starting to see that maybe that strong, immovable demeanor is just an overspray and isn’t so immovable after all.

“Wow, so we’re just gonna cling to my stomach, right?” I hear her mutter when she’s getting ready that morning to go out with a couple friends. She thinks I’m still asleep, which is why she’s trying to be oh-so-very quiet. Through the corner of my eye, I see her going over to our dresser, rummaging through her side for something that would make her comfortable. But she finds nothing on her side, which is why I finally break my silence after she lets out a loud huff.

“You can wear something of mine, pumpkin.” She hates that nickname. Or so she says, but I see that slight blush on her cheeks every time I use it. She thinks it was just a random name I picked out one day, but I put so much thought behind it. On our first date, which was in October, three years ago, after a long lecture in our English class, we went out to this 24 hour diner just down the street from campus. She ordered a slice of pumpkin pie and hot chocolate. 

I laughed then, not at her, just at how her order seemed purely aesthetic, what with the leaves falling and changing color outside, and then the too big cardigan that adorned her figure. She told me that day that fall was her favorite season, and with that, pumpkin stuck. 

“No, no. It’s okay.”

“You sure? That flannel you love so much is hanging in the closet.” I roll onto my back, glancing over at my beautiful girlfriend with a smirk.

She hums and leans over, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips. “Have I told you lately that I love you?”

“Hmmm…” I take hold of the nape of her neck and bring her back to my lips. “Must have slipped your mind.”

“Well in that case, I love you…” another peck and I swear I am melting, “and thank you.” She pushes herself away and makes her way over to the closet, no doubt to grab the flannel.

—

I’m running a bath for us now, the whole shebang. Candles and dim lights, tall glasses of red wine, and the music playing low - Halsey - because that’s somehow her calming music.

“Con?” She calls from the door. 

“In the room, baby!” I say, throwing in one of her bath bombs and dusting my hands off before walking into our bedroom, a smile plastered on my face. 

Y/n saunters in, her eyes widen slightly when she sees me. “Whoa there, big boy. Why do you look so eager to see me?”

I take in her appearance, my flannel fits her a little big, so seeing as she didnt button the first two buttons, it’s kind of falling off her shoulder. It doesn’t take me another second to wrap my arms around her waist and breathe her in. “I missed you.”

She giggles, running her fingers through my hair. “Well I missed you too.”

“And you look really good in this shirt. I know I tell you every time, but god, you do. But I kinda just want to rip it off you." 

"Well what’s stopping you?”

I press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I ran you a bath.”

“Oh? What’s the occasion?”

I shrug, “Just wanted to show you I love you.”

“Aren’t you just the cutest thing?” She presses her lips to mine, and I pull her with me to the bathroom, working on the buttons of her (my) shirt. I have her rid of everything before I pull away from our heated kiss. She rests her forehead against mine. “You getting in with me?” Her fingers crawl up my chest and I whimper.

God, this girl will be the death of me. “If you say I am.”

She nods, “It seems only right. Now strip for me, blue eyes.” She says with a laugh and I can’t help but laugh with her, obeying happily.

With her head resting on my bare chest, I softly rub the sides of her body, starting at her calf and making my way up to her side boobs and back down again. Goosebumps litter her skin the second I touch her and I revel in knowing that even after all this time I still can get this reaction from her.

“Y/n…” I say against the cool skin of her exposed shoulder.

“Connor,” she says back.

“I love you. Like a lot… maybe - definitely - more than I’ve loved anyone ever. You have no idea,” I nibble on the soft spot of her neck and she melts into me. “You have no idea just how much I crave you.”

“I might have an idea,” she mutters and turns her head to face me, she takes my chin in her hands and our lips mould together. My hand cradles the underside of her jaw and she smiles against my lips, pulling me closer. My free hands makes its way between her legs and she lets out a soft moan, giving me optimal access to slide my tongue against hers. We remain this way for a while, mouths and bodies lazily connected. She pulls away much sooner than I would like her to, but it’s only to say, “The water’s getting cold. Maybe we should take this somewhere warmer.”

I smile softly at her, but nod eagerly. “Yeah, I think so too." 

And so, without another word, I lean forward to drain the water, but neither of us wait for it to start draining before we’re up, wrapping towels loosely around us, knowing full well that they’ll be discarded in only a matter of seconds. Truthfully, I don’t know why we even bother with them in the first place. I have her panting beneath me only minutes after we drop them, but I slow down. Leaving lingering kisses on her stomach, thighs, arms, chest. She has a few stretch marks, new, because I’ve never seen them before and I’ve had her in this position many times. Enough to have memorized every curve, every dip, ever scar, everything. So I pay extra close attention to those.

"Faster,” she begs when I’m right where she needs me the most. 

“Slow,” I whisper against her warm skin. I take my time with her still, until I’m just about as frustrated as her. She’s shuddering against me as she presses sloppy kisses to the side of my neck and I press mine to her bare collarbone, muttering sweet ‘I love you’s’ with every kiss.

—

Our normal, post aftercare, naked cuddles are cut short when I say one thing that makes her tense up. 

“God, you are unbelievably perfect.” This one sentence results in an almost immediate squirm away from me. And then she’s across the room, ruffling through her drawers, finding panties and some leggings and one of my hoodies that’s thrown over a chair in the corner. “What are you doing?”

She shrugs, “I’m cold.”

“Well I could warm you up some more. Take it off and get back into bed. Please?” I pat the empty spot where she previously laid. 

“I’m gonna make some tea. Do you want some?” She asks, wrapping her arms around her middle - her most obvious tell, and I frown. 

“No, I’m okay.” I sit up, the blanket still around my waist. “Pumpkin,” I say before she can walk out on me.

“Hmm?”

“Come here,” I hold my hand out to her, but she sighs. 

“Con.”

“Please?”

“I really just want to go make my tea,” she says and I see the pain hiding behind her eyes, so I nod.

“Okay.” I watch her walk out of our shared bedroom and sigh when she rounds the corner. I sit there only for a minute before I get an idea. I shoot up from the bed and grab a pair of boxers and some sweat pants that hang low on my waist. She’s staring out the window while she waits on her tea and I grab a sharpie from the cup of pens by the fridge. 

“Y/n,” I mutter against her clothed shoulder. She doesn’t shudder at my sudden appearance, so I know she heard me come in. “I’m sorry.”

She shakes her head, “It’s not anything you did, bubs.”

It is. “Can I do something?" 

"What is it?" 

I turn her around and take her face in my hands, "Do you trust me?”

“Course I do.”

“Then let me do this, okay?”

She’s hesitant, but nods anyway, closing her eyes. “Okay.”

“Don’t look until I say, yeah?”

She agrees, “Okay.”

I press a kiss to the tip of her nose and drop to my knees, uncapping the marker in my hands. She watches me as I lift the hoodie and hold it against her chest while I write awfully, but as legible as I can on her skin, littering her with more and more kisses. When I’m done with her stomach, I move to her chest, the sides of it, her collar bones. I rid her of the hoodie for a moment and take both her arms before she can hide herself from me. I write on her biceps and then shuffle back to my knees, slipping her leggings down. 

“Connor, what are you doing?”

“You’ll see in a minute. Just trust me.”

“I’m half naked in our kitchen, babe. Come on, can you please tell me what you’re doing?”

I look up at her through my lashes with a wicked smirk. “You say that like I haven’t had you fully naked in this kitchen before.”

She flushes pink as I put the cap back on the sharpie. “Okay, now follow me.” I take the hoodie from the counter and bring her back to our room. “Close your eyes.” I say before we get in front of the full length mirror.

“But-”

“Close them.”

She sighs, “You’re so demanding.”

I place her in front of the mirror that’s been taunting her non stop for over a week now and I stand behind her, hands on her hips. “Okay, open." 

When she does, she squints a little, trying to read my writing on her stomach, which roughly reads the word "beautiful.” And then she gets closer, reading her thighs, “my favorite place to rest” pans over them both. “Stunning.” “Flawless.” “Mesmerizing.” “Adorable.” “Exquisit.” “Heavenly.” The words are littered all across her body. Because she may not see it now, or ever. But this is what I see when I look at her. This is what I have felt since the moment I met her. 

“What?” She looks at me through the mirror and my hands find her hips once again.

I rest my head on her shoulder. “I know you saw the comments on the video. You’ve been putting yourself down like crazy.” I shake my head, “I just hate seeing you like this.”

“Connor, I’m fine.”

“I know,” I say, even though I know it’s not true. “But that doesn’t change the fact that this is what you are. This is what I see every time I look at you. And not a single soul can tell me that you aren’t good enough for me. Because let me tell you, you are so tremendously, outrageously out of my league. And I think you’re beautiful, and stunning, and heavenly, and ravishing.” Her eyes prickle with tears as I speak. I wipe at one that falls astray. “Why are you sad, love?”

She shakes her head vigorously. “No. I’m not sad. I just,” she wraps her arms around me and buries her head in my neck. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but if I could go back and do it a hundred times over, I would. Because you,” she takes in a shuddery breath, “you are amazing.”

I hold her tighter against me, “No. Oh, no, y/n. You. You are… well, you’re my everything.”

***

A/n: I know we all struggle with learning to love our bodies, trust me, I am still learning. But just know, that what you feel now is not necessarily how you will feel later on. It’s okay to not like everything about yourself, just try not to dread too much about it. Allow yourself to find things you like about yourself. And if there’s something you want to change, that’s fine, do it - but ONLY if you’re doing it for you, and not for other people. Not for aesthetic purposes. And another thing, gaining or losing weight is not a definite key to happiness, because these negative thoughts you're having toward yourself are not going to change just because you lost/gained weight. Your brain is still your brain, and it’s your job to challenge those negative thoughts before they take you down dangerous paths.

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[nightphans]

bicci outed, and it’s rowans fault (kinda)

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it was all bliss’s fault.

bliss, the fucker, had convinced rowan to do a live stream.

rowan hated live-streams.

but well, bliss had been going on and on about how ‘content deprived’ the fans were during the hiatus. how desperate they were for anything at all really.

rowan thought it was pathetic; but he ended up doing the live stream, just to make bliss stop nagging.

if he hadn’t live streamed, this never would’ve happened.and he wouldn’t have live-streamed if not for bliss. therefore this was 100% bliss’s fault.right?

~

it was around 7 in the evening when rowan omandi tweeted he would be going live shortly, and it was at 7:15 when he actually started up. he was situated at his desk, sitting in front of his laptop. see, the layout of his room here is important. with his desk in one corner of the room facing the door that led into the corridor.

rowan always left his room door open, something everyone found pretty strange. a lot of people {{the author included!!}} had some weird obsession with keeping their bedroom door closed. well, rowan was the opposite.

rowan’s room was at the end of the hallway. jimmy’s room was located at the right wall with the bathroom facing it; on rowans left. lister’s room was further up the hall

he hadn’t mentioned to either jimmy or lister that he would be going live, since they were watching a movie together.and he didn’t want to interrupt their weird not date ‘date’.

rowan just wished they’d ask each other out already. he knew they were hooking up, but that was all at the moment apparently. which was fucking dumb, because the romantic tension between the two was driving rowan insane.

sure, this relationship could ruin the band.yes, it would be kinda weird. but dear god, that’d be much better than watching the two eyefucking all the time and being all nervous and shy around each other. it was sickening to say the least.

the fans asked questions about the hiatus,about whether this meant they were ‘breaking up’, about how long the hiatus would be for. they pestered about jimmy’s disappearance 2 months ago, about his ex-girlfriend bliss and what it meant for ‘jowan’ (he tried not to make the -_- face irl), about lister’s hospital visit. then they asked about jowan again, and he tried not to roll his eyes.

rowan answered some questions and avoided others for obvious reasons. when someone asked if he’d listened to the latest harry styles song, he read the question out loud and shook his head casually.

apparently, this was outrageous.and fans demanded he listened to it ‘right this instance’ because it was ‘ almost good as [his] own music !! (but not as good, of course)’

and so that’s how rowan ended up putting on the music video for harry styles’ latest song on his ipad. he tore his attention away from the live chat and his face on the screen for a moment to watch; he was fully aware the fans would be analysing his every facial expression in reaction. usually that’d annoy him, and it did, but he was too caught up in the music video to care.

he was too caught up in the video to notice jimmy and lister stumbling down the hall, limbs entangled and lips pressed together as they moved into jimmy’s room. jimmy’s arms wrapped around listers neck and lister’s hands roaming jimmy’s torso, pushing him back into his room and then closing the door behind them.

he was too caught up to notice the camera had caught all of that, and he was too caught up to notice the comments screaming in the chat.

‘ OHMYGEODUNDJDB NO WAY’

‘ AM I SEEING SHIT? WTF ????’

‘ WTF’

‘ AHHHH’

‘ CAN ABYONE CONFIRM THAT WAS JIMMY AND LISTER MAKING OUT W H A T’

‘ IM IN LITERAL SHOCK HWTFFFD’

‘ CAN CONFIRM’

‘ WHAT ABOYT JOWAN IM GONNA CRU😭😭😭’

‘ SO ITS BESN JISTER THIS WHOLE TIME??? LIMMY??? BICCI???’

‘ SOMEONE HAD THAT RECORDED ROFHT????’

‘ the way rowan is still watching the video and just VIBING oh my g o d what 😭😭’

‘ I KNEW IT !!!!’

‘ they hella gay...good for them. good for them’

rowan finally looked up at the laptop screen, looking back at his reflection. he was streaming on his laptop, but had the chat open on his phone.

“ that was awesome! everything was so visually aesthetic!” he smiled, pushing his glasses up. he then proceeded to babble about it. he didn’t glance at the chat until he heard a loud moan, causing him to temporarily freeze, before going to normal.

fuck, he hoped no one had heard that.he hadn’t even heard lister and jimmy make their way to the bedroom.he waited a moment before checking the chat, not to draw attention to the moan by immediately checking. fans would speculate shit.

his heart jumped out of his chest when he read the chat.

“ I JUST HEARD A MOAN OH M Y GODSDDD LISTER AND JIMMY ARE FUCJINH WTFFFF’

‘ IM LITERALLY GONNA COMBIST WHAT IS HAPPENINHGGGGGG’

‘ omg jimmy gettin that dicc bahsahahsh’

rowan looked back up at the screen, trying not to freak out. fuck fuck fuck fuck.

this happened lister, not him. lister was the one who always managed to leak their secrets, even if it was by accident. this did not happen to rowan, ever.

he tried to play it off, starting to talk about how this hiatus had given him a lot of room for creativity and writing new songs; hopefully it would take their attention away from the moan.

it didn’t.

it might have, if the noises hadn’t continued. but they did, and dear god, they were much louder. jimmy’s bed was beside the wall that separated their rooms, he knew that. but he didn’t think the walls carried sound so easily. he could hear jimmy, his childhood best friend, fucking whining listers name. it was more than disturbing, to say the least. it was more disturbing that the fans in the chat were fucking fangirling over this, or expressing disappointment because their precious ship was finally proven to not be real. if rowan could hear this, they probably could too.it was sickening, how involved they felt in his friends’,and his own, personal lives.it was sickening, how involved they felt in his friends’,and his own, personal lives. it was sickening, how involved they felt in his friends’,and his own, personal lives.

ihis stomach churned thinking about how lister and jimmy were having a private moment, and it was being exposed by the internet.

and it was his fault.

well, not really. but he still felt guilty.

he pretended to check his phone.

“ oh shit! my friend uh, my friend just texted me. she needs me to come over stat. so we’ll have to cut this short, sorry everyone! see you later!” he rushed, looking up at the camera.

that was a mistake, they’d probably be able to read the lies in his eyes. the guilt written all over his face.

he ended the stream with a click of a button, letting out a heavy sigh.

fuck.

should he tell them now? or wait for them to finish?

ugh, it was so gross thinking about how his two best friends were currently doing it in the room next door. he tried not to dwell on it, but he could still fucking hear them.

he put on his headphones and crawled into his bed, which luckily wasn’t against the wall next to jimmy’s room. he squeezed his eyes shut and put on some music, trying not to overthink ( that was jimmy’s expertise,not his,thank you very much). trying not to dwell on the consequences he’d be facing sooner than later.

fuck, this was such a mess.

people were probably tweeting about it now, it would most likely be trending in less than an hour.

he didn’t want to check yet, not before he had too. this was the calm before the storm, and no way was he letting it go to waste.

nope.

the panicking and damage control could wait, for now he was just in bed listening to frank ocean and laying on his bed on your typical Sunday night.

maybe if he locked his room and stayed here forever he wouldn’t have to deal with jimmy’s inevitable breakdown, the fans’ theories and invasive questions, cecily trying not to murder him (and lister and jimmy for being horny shits)

this was such a damn mess. but he could deal with it later, right?

[siren07tucker]

Time to explain things!

So with the current events of the SMP heavily differing then what are used to make the kids I kind of shifted in a little bit!

 symphony leaves home for the first time after his dad does not come home for a while he follows his compass until he sees his dad on an alter talking about some country? Before pressing a button? After a while a blonde man stabs his dad with a sword and before symphony could recover from he’s shock The blonde man starts talking to the king and a couple other people about how they were going to revive his dad? They went on to talk about Wilbur not having his memories from when he was a ghost! Symphony had Learned about life and death the differences between him and his dad and how even though he was physically dead he was still treated like someone who was alive but legally he was dead and so lost the right to adopt or have children so that’s why he needed to stay away from people. But he needed to stop this what is his dad forgot about him! When his dad came back he rushed towards him yelling that he needed to stop and that he couldn’t leave him! And everybody was confused this random Child was acting like they were killing Wilbur even though they were trying to revive him, symphony explained that to him it’s like they were killing his Wilbur because that’s his dad! 

Ghostbur tries to explain to symphony there is a possibility that he would forget him, but it’s for the greater good this world needs a leader but symphony cuts in and says I need my dad! And for a horrible moment Symphony looked a lot like fundy. Ghostbur tells everybody he can’t do it but before anybody knows Philza sword is poking out of ghostbur’s chest and symphony runs where eventually he meets an odd kid around his age?

-

So the thing is Lucy is no longer what happens after the egg instead Bad starts getting a bit depressed about Skeppy and the egg decided to kill two birds with one stone sooo it gifted him a child but he had to keep them pier? Meaning that the child must never have desires and the child was not their own person. These plans do mess up though with a certain ram duck hybrid that left home for the first time! Anyway Symphony shows The child a good time even giving them a name, Lucy! (I also like the new meaning this version of the story gives Lucy‘s name because their full name is Lucifer and Innoway they are falling from what people consider Grace)  anyway bad not happy about this and demands that symphony be killed but Symphony manages to run to church prime!  but at some point Symphony escapes and since the whole time he has been using a human form he turns into his more natural animal form to save Lucy they runoff into the nether and quickly make it back to symphonies sewer home! And after a while Lucy becomes the flirty arsonist that we all know and love!

-

I should also mention that for this version of the story dream is possessed. The Dreammon that is possessing dream more or less makes dream experience the prison by himself and dream decides to bite the bullet because he knows if or when he does get out of the prison the Dreammon Will take control again...

The only thing keeping CJ‘s true parentage? Is a magic veil that dream has been keeping up even through his possession since he didn’t want his son to be wrapped up in his business, but a couple potatoes a day  it’s not making it easy to keep the Spell working! Especially through all of the walls of obsidian Eventually dream passes out and the spell is Broken. (and little edit when dream passes out the Dreammon takes control and more or less tell Sam that he still has a pawn to play)  It’s like a cold slap to the face the next morning when Eret realized who his son looked like and he more or less put his castle on lock down because he still loves his son but he knew the others might not understand, (especially because of dreams ominous warning) eventually though Nikki gets a good look at CJ and it’s snowballs from there. Eret has never once truly considered fighting but when his friends attempt a storm his castle to take a son to prison for a crime he did not commit  he raised his sword as his child ran away from the SMP wearing nothing but Jeans and a dark hoodie with his inventory full of food,gold diamonds, worms on a string, Emerald,ender pearls and practically all of Eret’s savings (I mean like money that is usable in all servers kind a like a common currency).

Eventually CJ made new friends in a public server named  Ethan and pat! Ethan goes by the nickname Goggles, he’s technically the oldest not by much and is the shortest. Pat goes bye a bunch of silly nicknames but they do call him Sap (either because he’s a big softy at heart or some parts of his arm are sticky like tree sap because of his T patches) CJ now goes by the name vision and his little group of friends call themselves the V team! (basically dream team part to electric Boogaloo!) with his new friends CJ learns that he can make himself more human but to do it  he needed to peel off all of his porcelain which hurt like hell! But his friend stuck by his side and helped him paint the new colors of his skin and eyes. He still has his original face he where is it as a mask now. Eventually they do start running out of money and since they’re technically they are all runaways and they are minors they have no way to get money and Pat is running out of patches so CJ started entering in local speed running tournaments and in their free time they would code and make videos and when Pat got better they fully announced who they were!  :)  The V team!

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To be honest pink bluntly said that she was done with everybody’s bullshit SO she’s doing her own cottage core, retirement arc and nobody well fuck this up for her! Oh you’re practically dead because someone is trying to hunt you down sorry I can’t help I’m too busy tending to my garden and weaving flower crowns so kindly fuck off!  The only time she broke her retirement arc was when her cousin and totally not his boyfriend we’re running away from Bad boy halo, pink was originally just going to let the two fend for themselves but bad really just had to break down her aesthetically pleasing Massi cobblestone fence and trample her garden of tulips let’s just say that before pink re-planted her flowers she planted her boot far up his- *cough*



[bumblekscript]

from BlueTidalGamer to Kyle: Do you have any favourite games that you'd consider a guilty pleasure?

Questions answered by Ian Flynn and Kyle Crouse

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Kyle: Well, I don’t really feel guilty about them, like

Ian: [laughs]

Kyle: is that a thing? Like, I understand that maybe I should guilty about them but I don’t

Ian: Close enough

Kyle: Sure, I mean, I don’t feel guilty about liking Sonic Heroes [laughs] I will acknowledge that it has massive problems, but I still like it and that’s fine, I’m fine with it, and so, I think a lot of it has to do with the music, but I also do find it kinda fun, it’s a bit repetitive having to play through the same stages with similar character multiple times in order to finish it, but on that same token, it’s actually kind of relaxing in a way, in that way, there’s definitely frustrating points, the special stages are hot garbage, they’re not good, they’re not good, they are not well done, the final battle against Metal Overlord as Super Sonic, no. It’s completely broken, I still don’t understand how it’s even supposed to work, because there’s so many like, invisible walls everywhere and it’s just, that’s completely broken, but I don’t know there’s still something about it that’s appealing to me, I like it better than Sonic Adventure 2, which is probably going to make people very mad to which I say

Ian: Sacrilege

Kyle: To which I say, come at me bros. I also love me some Warriors slash Musou game oh ho, they are so fun, just slaughtering down complete armies as a freaking like god, is awesome, it is so awesome, it is so cool I love them, especially Hyrule Warriors, which is funny, because I’m not like a huge Zelda fan, I like Zelda games but I’ve never been like super into them, and I’ve not played all of them, but for some reason Hyrule Warriors just hits me right perfectly, because even though I haven’t played many Zelda games, I’ve seen and played enough of them to know a lot of what they are referencing, so I can still appreciate it for the references, and because I like Zelda character, Zelda characters are great, I just you know, the games I don’t necessarily sit down and play all that often, so

Ian: I think the magic balance with Hyrule Warriors is that it’s indulgent in all the right ways, you are playing with the world’s best written fanfic, and you are given the power of a god to just lay waste to all the bad guys, until you are given the power of a god to lay waste to the good guys, so that you can lay waste to the bad guys again, as the good guys again, and it’s so good

Kyle: The fact that almost everybody is playable in some form or another, whether they’re good or evil is brilliant, it’s perfect, I can’t wait for the next one, I can’t wait for the age of calamity it’s gonna to be so

Ian: We’re not gonna get into that topic, or we’re nor going to finish the show, because I’m gonna go on and on and on and on and on

Kyle: Yep, that might be something we have to break out the actual episode numbers for, to talk about at some point

Both: [laugh]

Kyle: I also do have a soft spot for the Dead or Alive series, the fighting game specifically, I’ve not played the dating sims, but the fighting games, I like them, they’re silly, it’s a very just kinda stupid, fanservice-y game, but it actually has some pretty good fighting mechanics too, so it’s not all just silliness, I still stand by Super Princess Peach, I think it’s a pretty good, fun little platformer, people criticize it because it’s a game staring a woman focused on emotions, but here’s the thing, the whole point of the game is that Peach is the only one who can control her emotions, no one else can, Mario and everybody else is overcome with emotional strife, and she has to go out and be the one to, who actually has control over her emotions and be the one to save the kingdom, so, I think that’s a nice kinda twist of an old school formula, Golden Axe: Beast Rider, I like just because it’s stupid, I like stupid games, that’s my thing, apparently, same with Lollipop Chainsaw, it’s completely stupid, Metal Wolf Chaos is the same way, they’re just dumb, they’re just dumb fun, and that’s all I want in video games a lot of the time, just something to turn your brain off and have completely stupid things happening, that’s really all I want in life, really, because I’m sick of my brain [laughs] so, those are some of my guilty pleasures, I suppose, I’m not guilty about them, but you know. What about you Ian? what are some games you might, you enjoy but not necessarily

Ian: Going to admit to it?

Kyle: Going to admit it, I suppose

Ian: Ah shoot, I haven’t really thought about it because the question was posed to you, I didn’t think about it

Kyle: [laughs] Well, you know I always turn it around back on you sometimes

Ian:  [laughs] I guess I feel a little dirty with just how much time I’ve spent on Tales of Crestoria, which is a very buggy gacha, and I mean, gachas in and of themselves kinda feel dirty because it’s a thinly veiled attempt to get your money, some of them are better about the gameplay than others, but you know that down at the bottom of it, they want you to spend money to get thing, I like getting the thing, I’ve never been suckered into spending money on it, and crestoria itself is, the bugginess aside, Kyle, the game wouldn’t load half the time when they launched because of a bug in the chat system

Kyle: [laughs]

Ian: You literally couldn’t go to the guild management screen because it would try to load the guild chat and break the game, it was, anyway

Kyle: Sounds like a mobile game to me, especially newly launched mobile game

Ian: And the drop rates are just atrocious, but I’m a fan of the tales of series, I’m really fond of the design aesthetic, the localization on the story is top notch, the music is solid, and who cares if most of the game is running on auto as I, you know, do something else, and just hit the button so I can get the thing, so I can level up the characters, so I can hit auto, so I can hit the thing and it’s completely a skinner box, but darn it, it’s a nice skinner box, I like the box, I press button, people do swingy anime thing, explosion, yay

Kyle: Sometimes you just need a nice boost of

Ian: Endorphins

Kyle: Yeah, sometimes, you just need a nice endorphin boost sometime you do, it’s fine, why do you think I like stupid games with dumb or no stories that are just button mash action, it’s the same kinda thing

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[liroyalty]

Aesthetic Tags

fashion aesthetic 【a diamond ring and tiara to match my ballgown】

foodie aesthetic 【oh my! it's time for tea!】

quote aesthetic 【words are just as powerful as the sword】

setting aesthetic 【castles that were so high they touched the horizons】

royalty aesthetic 【in the lap of luxury】

divine aesthetic 【light and dark in a balance】

musical aesthetic 【the voice of an angel with the lure of a siren】

video aesthetic 【pressing the play button until it breaks】

verses and aus aesthetic 【in the reflection of the mirror; is what we see truly ourselves?】

naughty aesthetic(nsfw warning) 【body imprints onto silken sheets】

ship aesthetic 【ah; true love. a rarity for royalty indeed】

ann aesthetic 【in sunlight blooms the peony】

suzanne aesthetic(varies trigger warnings) 【in darkness blooms the spider lily】

john aesthetic 【war makes a king; but love makes a man】

rosa aesthetic 【the comforts of the mother we adored】

[vixlenxe]

AH YES. My favorite Monster Hunter OST guy posted the Malzeno theme with his roars mixed in.

Just what I needed on my holy holiday, the screams of an unholy beast. Lmao.

[shawnpetermuffins]

Conscious Love | Connor Brashier

A/n: this was a struggle to write, but I really do like how it turned out.

Summary: you're a little insecure lately and Connor has taken notice.

Warnings: mentions of body shaming, self loathing, slight eating disorder, also alludes to smut, there's some angst, and there's fluff

Word count: 2.5k

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This isn't new. It's happened only a handful of times before, but this was the first time that it happened over something I had partial control over. The video I posted was nothing but y/n and a few shots of me, too. It was just random times during tour, like her jamming out to Alessia side stage. And her in a big hoodie attempting to beat Brian at FIFA. (Spoiler alert: after 3 rounds, she did finally win, but between us, I think Brian let her win.) Then there was us, slow dancing on the bus at three in the morning when the guys are being way too loud. And us walking hand in hand down the streets of Paris until I take her by the waist and twirl her around, and she's a giggling mess and she looks so beautiful. Or at least I think she does. The comment section, however, went in on her. Saying nasty things about her weight, which has never been a problem for me - and I don't know why it is for anyone else. 

At first, I didn't think much of it. I thought maybe she hadn't looked at the comments. I could only live in that fantasy world for so long though. It was a subtle change, I almost didn't notice it at first. But I've caught her staring disdainfully at herself in the mirror three times this past week, and the second she sees me the smile that's always plastered on her face takes over - only now her eyes don't meet her lips. 

I really started noticing when we went to look for swimsuits and shorts earlier in the week. She had something bad to say about them all, but it wasn't what she said about the suits that stuck with me. It was the snide comment about how the high waisted bottoms she had on accentuated the "pudginess" of her stomach. It was the barely audible utterance of how the regular bikini bottoms made her hips look "wider." It was the remark about the strapless top that dug into her sideboob and showed all the "extra skin" under her arm. It was the claim that the shorts she tried on barely went up her "massive thighs." Or how another pair showed her "legs jiggle" when she walked, and how her "cellulite was on full display."

And then, after deciding that nothing she tried on was worth it, we went out to lunch, where she ordered something small and just barely picked at it, moving some of the food around to make it seem like she'd eaten more than she really had. I didn't push, though. I knew she would tell me when she was ready. And when she was, I would do everything in my power to make her feel beautiful and loved. Because the girl I fell in love with all those years ago didn't dwell on the thoughts other people had about her. She knew her worth, and she made damn sure you knew it too. But, I guess, watching her now… I'm starting to see that maybe that strong, immovable demeanor is just an overspray and isn't so immovable after all.

"Wow, so we're just gonna cling to my stomach, right?" I hear her mutter when she's getting ready that morning to go out with a couple friends. She thinks I'm still asleep, which is why she's trying to be oh-so-very quiet. Through the corner of my eye, I see her going over to our dresser, rummaging through her side for something that would make her comfortable. But she finds nothing on her side, which is why I finally break my silence after she lets out a loud huff.

"You can wear something of mine, pumpkin." She hates that nickname. Or so she says, but I see that slight blush to her cheeks every time I use it. She thinks it was just a random name I picked out one day, but I put so much thought behind it. On our first date, which was in October, three years ago, after a long lecture in our English class, we went out to this 24 hour diner just down the street from campus. She ordered a slice of pumpkin pie and hot chocolate. 

I laughed then, not at her, just at how her order seemed purely aesthetic, what with the leaves falling and changing color outside, and then the too big cardigan that adorned her figure. She told me that day that fall was her favorite season, and with that, pumpkin stuck. 

"No, no. It's okay."

"You sure? That flannel you love to steal is hanging in the closet." I roll onto my back, glancing over at my beautiful girlfriend with a smirk.

She hums and leans over, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips. "Have I told you lately that I love you?"

"Hmmm…" I take the back of her neck and bring her back to my lips. "Must have slipped your mind."

"Well in that case, I love you…" another peck and I swear I am melting "and thank you." She pushes herself away and makes her way over to the closet, no doubt to grab the flannel.

---

I'm running a bath for us now, the whole shebang. Candles and dim lights, tall glasses of red wine, and the music playing low - Halsey - because that's somehow her calming music.

"Con?" She calls from the door. 

"In the room, baby!" I say throwing in one of her bath bombs and dusting my hands off before walking into our bedroom, smile plastered on my face. 

Y/n saunters in, her eyes widen slightly when she sees me. "Whoa there, big boy. Why do you look so eager to see me?"

I take in her appearance, my flannel fits her a little big, so seeing as she didnt button the first two buttons, it's kind of falling off her shoulder. It doesn't take me another second to wrap my arms around her waist and breathe her in. "I missed you."

She giggles, running her fingers through my hair. "Well I missed you too."

"And you look really good in this shirt. I know I tell you every time, but god, you do. But I kinda just want to rip it off you." 

"Well what's stopping you?"

I press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I ran you a bath."

"Oh? What's the occasion?"

I shrug, "just wanted to show you I love you."

"Aren't you just the cutest thing?" She presses her lips to mine, and I pull her with me to the bathroom, working on the buttons of her - my - shirt. I have her rid of everything before I pull away from our heated kiss. She rests her forehead against mine. "You getting in with me?" Her fingers crawl up my chest and I whimper.

God, this girl will be the death of me. "If you say I am."

She nods, "it seems only right. Now strip me, blue eyes." She says with a laugh and I can't help but laugh with her, obeying happily.

With her head resting on my bare chest, I softly rub the sides of her body, starting at her calf and making my way up to her side boobs and back down again. Goosebumps litter her skin the second I touch her and I revel in knowing that even after all this time I still can get this reaction from her.

"Y/n…" I say against the cool skin of her exposed shoulder.

"Connor," she says back.

"I love you. Like a lot… maybe - definitely - more than I've loved anyone ever. You have no idea," I nibble on the soft spot of her neck and she melts into me. "You have no idea just how much I crave you."

"I might have an idea," she mutters and turns her head to face me, she takes my chin in her hands and our lips mould together. My hand cradles the underside of her jaw and she smiles against my lips, pulling me closer. My free hands makes its way between her legs and she lets out a soft moan, giving me optimal access to slide my tongue against hers. We remain this way for a while, mouths and bodies lazily connected. She pulls away much sooner than I would like her to, but it's only to say, "The water's getting cold. Maybe we should take this somewhere warmer."

I smile softly at her, but nod eagerly. "Yeah, I think so too." 

And so, without another word, I lean forward to drain the water, but neither of us wait before we're up, wrapping towels loosely around us, knowing full well that they'll be discarded in a matter of seconds. Truthfully, I don't know why we even bother with them in the first place. I have her panting beneath me only minutes after we drop the towels, but I slow down. Leaving lingering kisses on her stomach, thighs, arms, chest. She has a few stretch marks, new, because I've never seen them before and I've had her in this position many times. Enough to have memorized every curve, every dip, ever scar, everything. So I pay extra close attention to those.

"Faster," she begs when I'm right where she needs me the most. 

"Slow," I whisper against her warm skin. I take my time with her still, until I'm just about as frustrated as her. She's shivering against me as she presses sloppy kisses to the side of my neck and I press mine to her bare collarbone, muttering sweet 'I love you's' with every kiss.

---

Our normal, post aftercare, naked cuddles are cut short when I say one thing that makes her tense up. 

"God, you are unbelievably perfect." This one sentence results in an almost immediate squirm away from me. And then she's across the room, ruffling through her drawers, finding panties and some leggings and one of my hoodies that's thrown over a chair in the corner. "What are you doing?"

She shrugs, "cold."

"Well I could warm you up some more. Take it off and get back into bed. Please?" I pat the empty spot where she previously laid. 

"I'm gonna make some tea. Do you want some?" She asks, wrapping her arms around her middle - her most obvious tell and I frown. 

"No, I'm okay." I sit up, the blanket still around my waist. "Pumpkin," I say before she can walk out on me.

"Hmm?"

"Come here," I hold my hand out to her, but she sighs. 

"Con."

"Please?"

"I really just want to go make my tea," she says and I see the pain hiding behind her eyes, so I nod.

"Okay." I watch her walk out of our shared bedroom and sigh when she rounds the corner. I sit there only for a minute before I get an idea. I shoot up from the bed and grab a pair of boxers and some sweat pants that hang low on my waist. She's staring out the window while she waits on her tea and I grab a sharpie from the cup of pens by the fridge. 

"Y/n," I mutter against her clothed shoulder. She doesn't shudder at my sudden appearance, so I know she heard me come in. "I'm sorry."

She shakes her head, "It's not anything you did, bubs."

It is. "Can I do something?" 

"What is it?" 

I turn her around and take her face in my hands, "Do you trust me?"

"Course I do."

"Then let me do this, okay?"

She's hesitant, but nods anyway, closing her eyes. "Okay."

"Don't look until I say to, yeah?"

She agrees, "Okay."

I press a kiss to the tip of her nose and drop to my knees, uncapping the marker in my hands. She watches me as I lift the hoodie and hold it against her chest while I write awfully, but as legible as I can on her skin, littering her with more and more kisses. When I'm done with her stomach, I move to her chest, the sides of it, her collar. I rid her of the hoodie for a moment and take both her arms before she can hide herself from me. I write on her biceps and then shuffle back to my knees, slipping her leggings down. 

"Connor, what are you doing?"

"You'll see in a minute. Just trust me."

"I'm half naked in our kitchen, babe. Come on, can you please tell me what you're doing?"

I look up at her through my lashes with a wicked smirk. "You say that like I haven't had you fully naked in this kitchen before."

She flushes pink as I put the cap back on the sharpie. "Okay, now follow me." I take the hoodie from the counter and bring her back to our room. "Close your eyes." I say before we get in front of the full length mirror.

"But-"

"Close them."

She sighs, "You're so demanding."

I place her in front if the mirror that's been taunting her non stop for over a week now and I stand behind her, hands on her hips. "Okay, open." 

When she does, she squinted a little, trying to read my writing on her stomach, which roughly reads the word "beautiful." And then she gets closer, reading her thighs, "my favorite place to rest" pans over them both. "Stunning." "Flawless." "Mesmerizing." "Adorable." "Exquisit." "Heavenly." The words are littered all across her body. Because she may not see it now, or ever. But this is what I see when I look at her. This is what I have felt since the moment I met her. 

"What?" She looks at me through the mirror and my hands find her hips once again.

I rest my head on her shoulder. "I know you saw the comments on the video. You've been putting yourself down like crazy." I shake my head, "I just hate seeing you like this."

"Connor, I'm fine."

"I know," I say, even though I know it's not true. "But that doesn't change the fact that this is what you are. This is what I see every time I look at you. And not a single soul can tell me that you aren't good enough for me. Because let me tell you, you are so tremendously, outrageously out of my league. And I think you're beautiful, and stunning, and heavenly, and ravishing." Her eyes prickle with tears as I speak. I wipe at one that falls astray. "Why are you sad, love?"

She shakes her head vigorously. "No. I'm not sad. I just," she wraps her arms around me and buries her head in my neck. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, but if I could go back and do it a hundred times over, I would. Because you," she takes in a shuddery breath, "you are amazinging."

I hold her tighter against me, "No. Oh, no, y/n. You. You are… well, you're my everything."

***

A/n: I know we all struggle with learning to love our bodies, trust me, I am still learning. But just know, that what you feel now is not necessarily how you will feel later on. It’s okay to not like everything about yourself, just try not to dread too much about it. Allow yourself to find things you like about yourself. And if there’s something you want to change, that’s fine, do it - but ONLY if you’re doing it for you, and not for other people. Not for aesthetic purposes. And another thing, gaining or losing weight is not a definite key to happiness, because these negative thoughts your having toward yourself are not going to change just because you lost/gained weight. Your brain is still your brain, and it’s your job to challenge those negative thoughts before they take you down dangerous paths.

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[kyndaris]

A Hint of Fiesta Flavour

When it comes to game genres, I have never been much good at fighting, racing, sports or platformers. The first one requires memorisation of multiple button presses to pull off the most impressive looking moves. And while the Yakuza series is a decent brawler, the input is a lot simpler. For the second, I have only one word: drifting. As for sport titles, the less that is said, the better. Throughout all my years playing video games, I have never ever been curious about the latest FIFA or NBA2K. Nor do I believe I would find it enjoyable.

Platformers, on the other hand, have seen a resurgence. Particularly among indie developers. My curiosity tickled by the vibrant colours and impressive reviews, I believed it was imperative that I start working on my ever growing large pile of shame that was wholly dedicated to these gems. First up to bat was Guacamelee! Super Turbo Championship Edition on the Nintendo Switch.

Despite releasing many years before, it was not until very recently that I managed to nab a copy of the game. Distracted by flashy Triple-A titles, I barely gave it a look. Even when I did buy it on the Nintendo Store, it was not until the pandemic that I decided to muster my courage to tackle a 2D Metroidvania platformer. Already, I was sweating.

My brief experiences with Thomas was Alone, the jump quests in Maplestory and Gameboy versions of Super Mario World were very traumatising experiences with the platforming genre. In one, my timing would be off. Another, I died again and again (or failed to achieve what I wanted within the given timeframe I had, incurring self-loathing and hatred at a mere video game).

Video games have always been about escaping to an alternate world, of living out someone’s story and perhaps indulging in a little power fantasy. Rage, due to an impossible challenge, was never part of the deal I struck. It was this very reason that turned me away from such franchises as Dark Souls. And while Hollow Knight looks like a delight and Cuphead enjoys a very interesting aesthetic, they are games that I fear will never be played by these hands. 

But back to Guacamelee! Like many indie titles, not much could be said of the voice work. Despite that, the dialogue was humorous, the graphics popped off the screen and the music had me grooving. Enter Juan - our erstwhile hero. An agave farmer with a history with El Presidente’s daughter. Though nothing was explicitly stated, the game managed to show the romance between the two characters.

Before he can properly celebrate the festivities in his village, however, Juan hears news that El Presidente’s daughter is kidnapped and goes to her rescue. His efforts are for naught and he is struck down. In death, he stumbles upon the Mask of the Luchador. Donning it, he returns to the world of the living and sets off on his quest to rescue his childhood friend.

The premise of the story is simple, culminating in battling the big bad at the end. Backstory is shed, for both Juan and the main villain, Carlos Calaca. Minions are trotted out, each different and unique in their own way. In particular, I quite liked Flame Face and X’tabay. And these abilities and skills are also utilised in their boss battles. Each one that I faced was a challenge - particularly as I felt some of the controls were a little finicky when it came to using the move I wanted to break the shields protecting them.

While it took some time, the combat was easy to wrap my head around. Considering my familiarity with brawlers, it was easy to start punching skeletons left, right and centre. What was unique in Guacamelee! were Juan’s ability to throw his enemies and use of wrestling moves. Soon, it became an endless cycle of rinse and repeat, with the occasional directional super move if the enemy had a coloured shield.

As for the platforming puzzles, I was able to grasp most of the concepts quite easily. There were many, however, that proved to be quite infuriating when it felt like that I was fighting the controls to do what I wanted. I can’t rightly say how precise it all was. Only that in my experience, the analog stick did not feel as intuitive as I would have hoped. Perhaps then, it was a matter of switching to the directional buttons, but even then, I couldn’t quite get comfortable.

Still, after much trial and error, I managed to reach the final battle. Thank Goodness for checkpoints at each phase of the fight or else I might have truly rage-quitted the game with how frustratingly long the second stage was and with no real ability to heal if I made a costly mistake.

What stayed with me the most during my playthrough of Guacamelee! was not the challenges or the questionable side quests. Rather, it was the cameos and allusions to other video games that managed to pull me through the game. That, and the fact that I was no quitter (even if I only managed to obtain the normal ending. As for the good ending...well, there’s always YouTube).

Overall, the game was a challenging distraction that left me visibly shaking once I had managed to whittle away the last of Carlos Calaca’s health bar in his demon form. After memorising his attack patterns, it was simply a matter of destroying him by a thousand different cuts. Tedious, true. But I could finally set the controller down and breathe a sigh of relief.

I can only dream that Ori and the Blind Forest as well as Celeste will be less of a challenge. Ah, who am I kidding. I’ll be having heart palpitations all the way - cursing myself for ever picking them up and desperately wishing to return to the game genres that I am most familiar with. Hack-n-slash role playing games. 

[jksmoongf]

Kissing Fire [pt. 9]

Pairing: Jungkook x reader x girlfriend (oc) Genre: cheater!AU, angst, smut Wordcount: 9.1k Warning: smut, lies, heartbreak and more lies and maybe fluff if you squint

Summary: It always feels like there is only one person in the world to love. And then you find somebody else.

a/n: I don’t condone cheating on your s.o., so please don’t read if you have a problem with this! (also I’m not saying this is something Jungkook would actually do!) Warning chapter 9: smut (( oral (kinda? / male receiving), some good old tiddie fucking, classic unprotected vaginal sex, profanities), a shit-ton of crying, fluff (if you squint really really hard)

The early signs of what had looked like harbingers of spring on the cold winter day had diminished into nothingness; the sun was hiding behind a thick blanket of clouds which were getting darker in the distance. Yina wrapped her blush pink coat tighter around her body as she made her way through the small side streets of Gangnam. The music from her headphones was drowning out the outside world and her thoughts; she couldn’t let herself think and fall into a black hole when her body was about to succumb to the tightness spreading in her chest. Yet, a small spark of hope was still glimmering in her heart that maybe she just misunderstood and he had been talking to his older cousin. Yina knew it was delusional and irrational to hold on to that thought but it was all that kept her from breaking down. She had to keep it together; she was not going to cry in public making people feel bad for her or pity her; leaving them to wonder what had happened to her. Her feet carried her to one of the cafés nearby, it was a popular spot because of its cute aesthetics a lot of people came here to take pictures for their Instagram. Her voice was shaking when she ordered a big mug of plum tea. While she was waiting at the counter; she looked around trying to find a table that would give her some privacy but the only two tables that she deemed suitable were occupied by a teenage couple playing tonsil tennis and a group of girls her age just chatting away. Then she spotted a table close to the back of the big cafe that would suffice; surrounded by businessmen working on their laptops, two older women in their thirties with their babies and a few students who seemed to be buried neck-deep in their books. Clumsily she grabbed the mug, thanking the barista over and over again before hurrying to her designated table, when her foot got caught on the strap of a backpack on the floor, almost making her spill the steaming hot contents of her mug not only over herself but also the guy’s laptop. “You have to be careful. Is everything okay?” The guy flashed a smile at her; her face burning red in embarrassment as she bowed a little. “Yes, I’m sorry.” “Oh, don’t apologize. Nothing happened.” He waved his hands, directing his attention back to the computer screen. With a sigh, she dropped her bag on the table, setting the cup down. Originally she had planned to sit on the other side but she couldn’t bear the thought of having to look at the guy the whole time she was here when she had embarrassed herself in front of him. Draping her coat over the empty chair next to her, she finally sat down. Carefully she swirled the little tea steeper around, the small clink of her bracelet on the table made her stomach churn. Her fingers traced the delicate links of the gold band around her wrist; a gift from Jungkook for their 100th day anniversary. She remembered that day so clearly; how upset she had been that he had to film all day when it was such an important day in their relationship but he picked her up at midnight and took her to Han River. They walked for a long time in the warm summer night before he gave her the bracelet and promised her things, she now knew he wouldn’t be able to keep. Sinking her teeth into her lip tint coated bottom lip, she blinked ferociously to keep the tears at bay for now. She had no real proof, maybe she really just misunderstood because he had been acting strange. He would never do that to her; Jungkook was a good guy, he was so loving, kind and loyal that Yina was sure she was wrong about this - she just had to be. After unzipping her bag, she pulled out her laptop, setting it down in front of her. A small giggle escaping her lips when she saw the name of the free Wifi provided by the cafe, dejabrew - she had always been a sucker for a good pun. Her fingers rested on the keyboard; how was she going to do this without Jungkook finding out? He would be so mad if he found out she was snooping around, breaking his trust in her. Yina felt like a cartoon character with an angel on one shoulder, telling her to trust her boyfriend and a demon on the other pushing her to go looking for the answers she needed. Shaking her head, as if to make the little invisible creatures disappear, she typed the website into the search bar. If she was wrong and Jungkook found out about it she would have to lie to him but she was willing to risk it. Quickly she put in his login details on iCloud, her whole body shaking when her index finger tapped on the trackpad to sign in. Luckily he had not changed his password in the last few months after using her laptop to set up his new phone; she knew it would come in handy that he stored all of his photos on here. She closed her eyes as the new screen loaded, taking its sweet time downloading the copious amounts of pictures her boyfriend had taken. At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Selfies, pictures of the sky and from traveling, videos of himself eating, pictures and clips with his older brothers and some staff members and pictures with her; when he still cared enough to actually take pictures with her or of her for that matter. It made her feel queasy to look back on those photos when they were happy; Jungkook was so sweet and handsome, truly a loving boyfriend that she could see herself marrying. Maybe it had been all in her head when she spotted the pictures he had edited for y/n; only recognizing them because -out of courtesy-, she followed the tramp on Instagram. She enlarged the picture, her eyes scanning every inch of her - yes she was pretty and she seemed nice enough to keep her around but just seeing her face left a bitter taste in Yina’s mouth. Ever since that girl had come into their friend group, everything had changed - all the dynamics were so messed up now, making her wish that she had never moved to Seoul in the first place. She wanted to slap herself for thinking that Jungkook would actually betray her like that when her eyes darted to a folder in the menu on the left labeled as private. Furrowing her brows, she didn’t hesitate to click on it, shifting in her spot as the pictures loaded one by one. A smug smiling pulling at the corners of her mouth when she saw the countless shirtless pictures of him. She knew he was proud of his body, he had worked so hard to shape it that way and he looked like one of those marble statues from ancient times. Sucking in a sharp breath through her teeth, her eyes darted to the small pictures of his hand down his sweatpants, his erection prominently visible through the fabric. He had never sent her one of those pictures, which she was thankful for. He knew she liked the real thing more than raunchy pictures, especially when she thought that all penises looked like slugs that she wouldn’t even want in her mouth if it was up solely up to her. The new set of pictures was pretty much a repetition of the older ones but a picture that seemed to be all black caught her attention. Without giving herself time to contemplate whether she really wanted to see it or not, she clicked on it; her mouth falling open when she saw her in his arms, her lips pressed to his cheek while he had a bright smile on his face. Her stomach was doing somersaults, any sign of color vanishing from her face. The photo was taken four months ago and he looked so happy, happier than she had seen him in a long time when he was with her. Quickly she closed the picture, not being able to handle looking at it any longer; everything around her seemed to be spinning in circles. A part of her wanted to just log out of his account and forget that she ever saw it but the other part that wanted to know more won the battle inside her head. She didn't have to scroll further down to find similar pictures of them; hugging and holding hands. Cautiously she zoomed in on a picture, she rolled her eyes; it was one of those popular couples pictures. She could only see a part of Jungkook’s arm, he was holding her hand but she was facing the camera, laughing, the wind blowing in her hair by the river. If anger and hurt weren’t chipping away at her heart, she would have liked the picture but it just made her want to scratch the y/n's eyes out. She was torturing herself; skipping through all the photos of them kissing; kissing in his bed, his studio, the elevator, the practice room. It was making her sick to her stomach but she couldn’t stop, she needed more evidence. Not bothering to look at the nudes of the girl that had ruined her relationship, she kept scrolling until she saw the small play button down at the bottom where the most recent files were. She scurried to get her headphones from her coat pocket, plugging them into her laptop before turning it more to the wall so nobody around her would be able to see what was happening on the screen. Yina held her breath when she hit play, recognizing the tiny bit of fabric from the skirt she hated so much. Her brows furrowed as she watched Jungkook’s mouth go to town between y/n’s legs. Fingers wrapping around the tabletop when the realization began to sink in that this had been filmed the same day they had disappeared to pick out pictures to edit. Her leg was bobbing up and down rapidly; she had kissed him when they came back - “Ahh noona! Noona this hurts.” His whiny voice interrupted her train of thought, making her x’ed-out of the video quickly. With shaking hands, she reached for her tea in hopes that it would calm down her upset stomach. The thought of him kissing her after eating out another girl was sickening, her heart convulsing uncomfortably.  She closed her eyes for a moment to take deep breaths before she moved on to the next video, regretting it as soon as moans were ringing loudly in her ears - Jungkook was making noises she had never heard from him before. The contents of her stomach trying to force its way into her mouth; eyes swimming in tears as she watched her boyfriend pleasure another girl so shamelessly without protection when he always made it a point to use it with her. Unmindfully she ripped the headphones from her ears, slamming the laptop shut, if she had to look at them fucking for another second she would throw up all over the table. Burying her face in her hands, Yina finally let out a sob from deep within her chest. She should have seen this coming; all the signs were there right in front of her. He had started to push her away, he had been so cold and distant that every other girl would have known something was wrong - that someone else had driven a wedge in between them. But she had been blind to it all, the rose-colored glasses hindering her from seeing what was actually happening. He never wanted to sleep with her anymore, when just months ago he couldn’t keep his hands off her, because he was getting it somewhere else. The sour taste of bile coated her tongue; as the torturous images replayed in her head over and over again without any sign of stopping. Hot tears were streaming down her cheeks, the stinging pain in her chest making it almost impossible for her to breathe. They made her look like a fool in front of everyone; she was sure all of them knew and she was the only one left in the dark. She felt so stupid, she should have known that Jungkook was cheating on her with that countryside bimbo that Taehyung brought along. “Is everything okay?” One of the older women stood by her table, her child propped up on her hip, concern plastered all over her aging features. “Yeah, yes everything’s fine.” Yina smiled, using the back of her hand to wipe away the tears as the woman handed her a paper napkin. “Thank you.” She bowed her head, tears falling from her eyes, staining her skirt as she closed them. “Don’t let anything get you down, you’re too young and pretty to cry.” But she wasn’t too young nor too pretty to have her heart broken into a million pieces by a stupid boy but still, the lady’s words struck a nerve; unraveling a wave determination inside her. She wouldn’t let Jungkook and y/n walk all over her; nor would she let them make a fool out of her in front of their friends. With a weak smile she thanked the woman again before reaching for her phone to text her friend Yuri; the only person she could always count on to have her back and the only one she would find some comfort in now that she had all the confirmation she needed. * 

Jungkook was sitting on the couch in the motel room, kneading his bottom lip with his fingers. He had picked up y/n from work after recording all afternoon to spend some time with her before everything was going to change. This room wasn’t as cozy as the last one but they weren’t even staying the night, just a few hours to be alone. Wondering if his heart rate was ever going to slow down, he began to feel anxious as he listened to the running water of the shower. He had missed the perfect chance to break up with Yina but after she gave him his favorite cookies he couldn’t bear the thought of hurting her when she had been so sweet to get them for him. It was a vicious cycle of him being too weak to go through with it, although he had promised Ha-na he would finally do it. She was right, Yina deserved to find out from him. It was his fault; he let himself fall out of love with her and now he had to be a man and be honest with her and tomorrow would be the day. Maybe it wasn’t just the fear of hurting her that paralyzed him for the past months; the fear of his older brothers getting mad at him playing a much bigger role than he liked to admit. They would find out eventually, but Jungkook had to cling to the small chance that they would just accept him being with y/n - especially Taehyung. He was sure the older one would so happy to see them together. But for some reason, this moment felt like his last night on earth. She got out of the shower, wrapping the worn down hotel towel around her body. Jungkook always had a habit of picking her up from work when she was sweaty and smelled like Korean barbecue. Usually, while she was in the shower, he would play music and she could faintly listen to him sing but tonight he was quiet. On the way to the hotel, he had told her bits and pieces of his conversation with Jimin and Ha-na, she knew he was worried - his big brown eyes drooping in sadness whenever he spoke. They weren’t going to tell anyone so she didn’t quite understand why he was so distraught. After drying off her hair a little with a smaller towel, she opened the door to find Jungkook exactly where she had left him fifteen minutes ago; on the sofa deep in thought. The floor creaked underneath her feet as she made her way over to him, sitting down on the cheap faux leather loveseat. She couldn’t help but admire his face, and although his eyes looked sad, they were still filled with all the stars in the galaxy. His bottom lip jutted out into a small pout as he absentmindedly picked on the peach fuzz of his right cheek, staring at the stained carpet. “Hey.” She mumbled against his ear, softly pressing her lips to his cartilage making him flinch from the unexpected peck. “Were you daydreaming?” He hummed, not wanting to make her heart any heavier than it already was. She ran her hand through his dark locks, peppering kisses light as feathers down his neck, feeling his body tense up. Pulling away, she eyed him carefully; wondering why he looked so burdened when everything was okay according to him. “What’s wrong, baby?” Jungkook shook his head; pressing his lips together into a tight line. “Nothing.” Not so elegantly she climbed onto his lap, legs dangling off the side, cupping his cheeks with both of her hands. “Kookie, I know you better than I know myself and I can tell something is bothering you. Please tell me what’s wrong so you don’t have to suffer in silence.” Deep down she knew that the conversation weighed heavy on his mind but a part of her was certain that he didn’t tell her everything that had been said in the room earlier that day. “It’s really nothing. I’m fine, noona.” The smile on his face didn’t reach his eyes like it normally did; making them sparkle like fireworks in the night sky and it worried her. He leaned forward, his lips ghosting over her clavicle as he inhaled the clean scent of her skin, trying to regain the usual feeling of home whenever he was with her, wanting to feel safe so badly. Forehead resting against her shoulder, his fingers sunk deeper into the towel around her waist as if she would just get up and leave him if he didn’t hold on to her as tightly as he could. He needed to feel okay; he didn’t want to feel this way when she was around - she was his happy place. Gently she ran her nails down the back of his neck, drawing indecipherable patterns on his golden skin, the short hair tickling her fingertips. “Noona…” His voice was small when he finally spoke after a while. “I-I-…” He sat up, his dark eyes diving into hers. “I’m scared..” It was nothing but a whisper; she knew it had taken everything out of him to admit what she had known all along. “So scared that I’ll lose you..” Tilting her head a little, she sighed as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “This could be our last night together, so you better make it count, Jeon.” She mused, a smug smile playing on her lips - a desperate attempt to lighten the mood that was about to crush both of them. “Don’t talk like that, please.” He whined, throwing his head back but she used her arms to move it back to where she could gently press small pecks onto his slightly chapped lips. This time he kissed her back; feverishly his tongue darted into her mouth, catching her off guard as it started a play fight with hers. The rough skin of his hands felt warm against her thighs as they slowly rubbed them up and down before taking back their place on her waist, pulling her tighter to his chest. As if her mouth was uncharted territory, his tongue tried to get a taste of what he had been missing for what seemed like an eternity. She pulled away, resting her forehead against his. “I love you, I’ll always be here, Kookie. No matter what happens, okay?” His lips ghosted over hers, feeling the smile tugging on them she harshly reconnected them - every second she didn’t spend kissing him was a waste of time. The urge to feel him grew inside of her, spreading slowly through her body. With restless fingers she began tugging at his shirt while he sucked on her bottom lip, making it throb from the blood rushing to it. But Jungkook wasn’t ready to break the kiss, not wanting to be separated from the lips that made him forget every bad thing that had happened that day. Capitulating when his tongue slowly licked back into her mouth to massage hers, her hand disappeared under his shirt. Feeling his soft, warm skin as she delicately brushed over his toned stomach, eliciting a small sigh from the doe-eyed boy. Dragging her nails further down his abdomen until she hit the much-hated belt buckle, which denied her entrance for the time being. Opening her eyes, her gaze rested on his long eyelashes brushing against his skin; he was lost in the moment of feeling her lips on his like it was the last time. An overwhelming feeling of love for the boy in front of her made her eyes tear up; he was everything to her, her whole world. She pulled away, Jungkook’s eyes fluttering open instantly as her warmth left him. “Why did you stop?” His lips were swollen, already moving to form a pout yet again, like a child who didn’t get all the chocolate that he wanted to eat before dinner. But he got no answer, her fingers reached for his shirt tugging it over his head, giving herself a brief moment to bathe in the glory that was Jungkook. With hooded eyes he watched as she slid down his lap, kneeling on the sofa next to him, fingers busy with unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. Rather impatiently she tugged them down his thighs, letting them pool at his ankles. Sitting back on her heels, she untied the towel from around her body. Jungkook gulped down the salvia that collected in his mouth as his dark brown eyes wandered over the soft flesh, lingering on the triangle between her legs. She leaned forward, leaving a trail of burning hot open-mouthed kisses down his neck to his chest, steadying herself on his thighs as she made her way further down. His mind must have been preoccupied; usually, his dick would be hard as a rock after making out but not this time. Pushing aside the worries and insecurities that started to fog up her brain; she adjusted herself to pepper little pecks on his femur, feeling his muscles tense up the closer she got to her destination. When suddenly his hand got in the way, covering up his member. “Noona, please don’t…” Embarrassment swayed in his voice. “Why not? I want to feel you get hard in my mouth.” Her fingers wrapped around his rough hand, gently moving it out of the way. Jungkook sucked in a breath through gritted teeth as he watched her lips ghost over the soft flesh before taking it in her mouth. He let his head fall back, breathy sighs escaping his lips blending seamlessly with the sucking noises bouncing off the walls. Her tongue gingerly played with his slowly hardening dick, his fingers woven in her slightly damp hair as she sucked like her life depended on it. “Baby…” He whined, his chest heaving up and down as she cupped his balls, massaging them. With a juicy plop, she pulled her head back to give the reddened head tiny kitten licks, lapping up the first drops of precum. “Fuck, y/n..feels g-good.” He choked out while she sank her mouth further down his length again, the confinement of her throat tightening when she swallowed around him, his nails digging into her scalp. “Kook, ouch.” She pulled away, his saliva coated erection slapping against his stomach breaking the string of spit that connected him to her mouth. “I’m sorry, noona.” Gently patting her head to ease the pain he had caused her, looking down, his gaze glued to the mounds of her breasts pressed against his thigh. 

Sneakily his fingertips danced from her neck over her throat and further down until they reached the soft round flesh. He swallowed the water that gathered in his mouth, eyes darting between his cock and the valley of her breasts that looked so inviting. “Noona…can I-I…” She didn't wait for him to word his desire, but simply adjusted her body in a way that would accommodate his throbbing member; propping her arm up next to his other thigh to give her some leverage as she pulled her upper body up, leaning against his torso, her right boob pressed against his lower stomach. Eagerly she reached for his dick, sliding it between her breasts, only to cup the right one with her left arm to make it as tight as it needed to be for Jungkook’s pleasure. He exhaled shakily in anticipation resting his hand on her back when she smiled up at him. “Kiss.” She demanded, puckering her lips and he happily obliged, leaning down to place a chaste kiss on them. “More.” Letting out a chuckle, he kissed her harder, teeth grazing her bottom lip when without warning she started moving. Jungkook moaned into her mouth, the soft, squishy flesh of her breasts forcing more precum to spill. 

Looking down at the angry reddened tip that was ejaculating from in between her bosom with every bob. She lowered her head, kissing it every chance she got. Before holding still to run the back of her tongue over the exposed part of the shaft, trying to savor the sweet saltiness as much as she could, coating her tastebuds in it. “Fuck, noona…please don’t. I’ll cum.” He whimpered, legs squirming against the fake leather, his toes curling when she started rocking back and forth, sucking harshly on the tip. Wrapping his hand around her hair, he abruptly pulled her head back.  “You’re weak.” She giggled, pushing herself up.  “For you, yes.” His chest was rising and falling quickly; he took deep breaths trying to calm the whirlwind inside of him that had almost pushed him over the edge far too soon for his liking. 

“Do you want to make out for a bit so you can calm down?” He shook his head, both of his hands grabbing her hips as she straddled him, wiggling her hips. A gasp fell from his mouth when he slid with ease through her folds, coating it in her sweet juices. He tried hard to think of every unsexy thing he had ever seen; Jin hyung in his funny glasses on stage, the time he had thrown up from drinking too much with Jimin, Hobi scolding him when he messed up during practice, desperately needing a distraction from her rubbing her clit on his sensitive head. Up until this point Jungkook had been sure that his dick couldn’t get any harder than this, alas he was wrong - the protruding vein throbbing dangerously as her slick folds embraced him. Her swollen lips were so close to his ear that they drowned out every thought in his head; she was moaning so deliciously that he was about to erupt like a volcano. She was really testing him today; how was he supposed to hold back and wait for her to get off first? When suddenly her movements stopped and she lifted herself up, knees digging into the sofa as she reaching around from behind to grab his cock by the base, holding it in place to lower herself down yet again. Both moaning loudly as the tip forced its way through the small hole, stretching it until it swallowed his entire length.  She held on tightly to his shoulder, Jungkook’s fingers squeezing her still bruised ass- making sure to leave marks behind. He tried to help her find a steady rhythm when she started bouncing up and down slowly, giving herself time to adjust to him being inside her from this angle. Jungkook was about to lose his mind, feeling like he was at her mercy; her boobs swaying right in front of his face. He couldn’t stand to just look at them any longer- he knew it wasn’t quite as sensual as when she was sprawled out on his bed and he could take his sweet time worshipping every inch of her. Quickly his tongue darted out, toying with the hard bud before sucking it into his mouth. She cried out; his ministrations making her head fall back when he gently sunk his teeth in to increase the pressure. “Jungkook-ah..” She mewled, nails scratching his skin; her walls tightening around him, working hard on getting him to explode. He bucked his hips up, meeting her halfway, eliciting another cry from her. Mesmerized by the way she sounded and moved, just using him to get herself off on his dick, had his head in the clouds. Leaving him to wonder, how he got so lucky that she chose him to be hers. She sank down on him, taking him all the way, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders to bury her face in the crook of his neck. Hot breath fanning against his sweat glisten skin, she was grinding her hips back and forth; making him hit the right spot over and over again, her clit rubbing against his skin right above the base of his cock. His hands danced up and down her back, trying to hold back a little while longer; his cock rubbing against the hidden rough patch of skin inside of her. 

She lifted her head up, resting her forehead against Jungkook’s, sweat slowly dripping down his temples when her weight shifted and she started bobbing up and down his cock again quicker than before. Never breaking eye contact, Jungkook felt the knot in his stomach pulling itself together, ready to burst into a million pieces at any second. Ravishing the feeling of her body so close to his, he pulled her even closer to him; her breasts pressed to his chest. 

“I love you..” He panted, her velvet walls convulsing around him rapidly. “God, I love you so, so much, baby.” She smiled, masking the fact that her walls were squeezing him extra tight on purpose. “I love y-“ Cutting her off, he locked his arms around her back; holding her still - hips thrusting inside her without mercy, chasing his own high. “Oh god! Right there, baby. Fuck.” She whined, choking on air when her legs began to shake; she was really close to coming undone. “Don’t close your eyes.” He grunted, still relentlessly fucking her as deep and fast as he could, her arousal dripping down his length. 

Blinding lights flashed before her eyes when her high finally washed over her like a tsunami, needy moans echoing from the walls; clinging to her lover for support while he helped her ride it out until the waves subsided. The almost unbearable tightness of her orgasm pushed Jungkook over the edge; painting her walls as white as snow. His thrusts were getting sloppy, mumbling profanities against her lips before he let his head fall back, his body going limp from the exhausting sprint. He felt her soft lips on his; the kiss was innocent like it was the first time many moons ago; she brushed his bangs from his face. “Hmm, you look so pretty right after you cum.” She smiled; Jungkook felt the heat rushing to his face, quickly closing his eyes to escape the situation that had his ears burning up. “Noona, I told you not to say those things.” He whined, trying to hide the smile that was threatening to spread on his face. “Fine, I’ll never say something like that again.” After a quick peck to the column of his throat, she tried to get up but he pulled her back, his arm securely around her back. “No! Don’t stop, please.” Jungkook brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, reconnecting their lips for a second. She chuckled, playfully hitting his chest. “I knew it, you do like it.” She poked his sides, making him giggle and squirm underneath her. “Maybe.” He shrugged trying to keep his composure, peppering small kisses on her cheek when a rumbling noise between their bodies startled both of them. “Are you hungry?” He crooked an eyebrow, eyeing her intently. “Yeah.” Puckering her lips together like a fish, she gently patted her stomach. “Starving, actually.” “Me too.” He confessed, mimicking her lips from before. “God, if you weren’t so cute, you would be really annoying.” Jungkook smiled, bunny teeth on full display. “But lucky for me you, you do think I’m cute.” “The cutest.” She added, softly squishing both his cheeks between her hands, pressing her lips to the tip of his nose. “I love you.” “I love you too, y/n.” Biting down on her lip in order to hide how giddy it still made her feel on the inside when he said her name; it danced so beautifully off his tongue. “How about I’ll go get us some food while you get cleaned up and maybe you can pick out a movie?” “Sounds perfect.” Fishing his t-shirt off the back of the couch, she quickly pulled it over her head; Jungkook loved how it hugged her body in all the right places; she looked so cute with cum smeared on her thighs as she walked to the bathroom. Quickly he got dressed; zipping his hoodie all the way, it would be too cold outside without the warming underlayer of his shirt. After slipping on his shoes by the door, he peeked into the bathroom watching her clean herself up with a washcloth. “I won’t be long, baby.” “Okay.” She mumbled, pulling the baby pink panties up her legs before combing through her now semi-dry hair with her fingers. It always struck her as odd that, although Jungkook had just left, she missed him already. She pulled his shirt up to her nose; the usual smell of his fabric softener mixed with his perfume never failed to make her feel happy and calm. She walked back into the room; it really wasn’t the nicest hotel they had been to but their options were limited tonight. She picked up the remote from the desk next to the bed to go through the movie catalog when suddenly a knock on the door startled her. Was he back already? “I’m coming.” She called, her eyes darting to his phone that he had forgotten to take with him - quickly she picked it up on her way to the door. “Next time take your ph-“ She started lecturing the second she pulled the door open to the dimly lit corridor but it wasn’t Jungkook standing in front of her. “Y-Yina?” Muttering more to herself than to the girl in front of her. Eyes wide in shock and like a fish out of water, she opened and closed her mouth, trying to understand what was happening - desperately looking for a lie that would explain why she was wearing Jungkook’s shirt and nothing else. “Can I come in? Thanks.” Yina pushed past her into the room, a short sturdy girl in a leather jacket following her. The shorter one made eye contact with her for a millisecond and she swore that if looks could kill, she would be lying on this dirty hotel carpet taking her last breaths. She swallowed hard, closing the door behind her to rest her back against it; denial making her head spin, this had to be a bad dream. “Y/n, don’t just stand there.” Yina’s voice was as cold as ice, her skin crawling from the way she said her name - only fueling the hate she had for it; it just wasn’t the same compared to when Jungkook said it so sweet and soft with his saccharine voice of an angel. Her legs felt heavy as she dragged them down the short hallway into the main room. Yina and her friend were looking around, she couldn’t help but stare at the spot on the couch where only a few minutes ago she had made love to Yina’s boyfriend. As if this wasn’t bad enough, small drops of his cum stained the sofa; there was no way for her to wipe them off without the two girls noticing. Her nails dug into her left forearm, waiting for the younger girl to finally speak when she turned around to face her, it was like a handful of ice cubes was gliding down her esophagus and forming a big clump in her stomach. “What’s wrong y/n? You look surprised!” The light-hearted tone in her voice did not augur well - nausea draining her mouth of any moisture. She had to find a way to get out this situation; she was so accustomed to lying that usually it was fairly easy by now to come up with believable lies concerning Jungkook but no lie was going to explain away all the evidence in this cheap hotel room. In her head Jungkook had always been the one to finally end things with Yina, not once did a scenario involving her having to face her all alone occur in her mind . “Yina, I-…i-it’s not what it l-looks like.” Her tongue had trouble forming the words - usually, she was good at thinking on her feet, always a witty remark on the tip of her tongue but it was like her brain was slowing down, clogged up with fear and the sheer terror of how this was going to play out. Yina turned to her friend. “Can you believe that she’s still trying to lie to me?” Before the girl could say anything, she took a step forward. “I’m not.” She burst out desperately hoping the two girls would just give up and leave. 

“Y/n…y/n…y/n… cut the bullshit! I know you have been sleeping with my boyfriend.” Yina’s eyes flickered in disgust as she contemptuously looked her up and down. “Do yourself a favor and stop denying it.” “I’m not denying anything, just let me explain.” The words had already left her mouth when she realized what she had said. There was no way to tell her without making her feel worse than she already did. “Explain to me what exactly? I don’t want to know which dirty tricks you played on him to get him to cheat on me.” She let out a frustrated whine, running her fingers through her hair.  “I didn’t trick him into anything. We didn’t plan this, we didn’t want to hurt you.” 

Yina huffed under her breath, feeling her body shake; anger and the overwhelming disappointment making her want to hurt y/n, forcing her to suffer the pain she was feeling but her cracked heart experienced an odd sensation of pity for the girl in front of her. She looked so small and defeated, eyes swimming in tears as she fixated her gaze on the ground, her arms wrapped around her waist as if she was trying to comfort herself for being a home-wrecker. So she closed her eyes, she had to stay in control - they hurt her, they made her look like a complete and utter fool. She wasn’t going to break, even though y/n looked like she was about to crack from the tension in the small room. “For how long?” Her voice was straining when she attempted to speak, swallowing the lump in her throat. “Almost seven months…” A cold sting in her chest made her gasp at her words. Y/n’s lips were trembling, Yina was unsure if the girl had one ounce of decency left in her body that made her feel bad for what she did or if she was just upset that her dirty secret wasn’t so secret anymore. “Oh stop crying! You’re the fucking slut who slept with Jungkook.” Yuri snapped, her small hand wrapping tightly around her best friends wrist for support and encouragement to keep the interrogation going. 

“Did…did you know he had a girlfriend?” Yina wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to ask but maybe it would be easier for her to handle if it had been an accident that turned into a friends with benefits situation. The movement of y/n’s head was almost unnoticeable if one blinked. “I’m so sorry, Yina... I knew he had a girlfriend. I knew he was taken but I made a move anyway.” Her words knocked the air out of her lungs and she stumbled a few steps back, knees feeling so weak that she had to lean against the desk for support. “I’m sorry, I felt awful but I just…I-I liked him so much. I know it was wrong but I couldn’t control myself…I’m sorry. I really tried to stop myself but I just gave in.” “Stop saying you’re sorry! You’re not! If you were you wouldn’t have done that, you are a vile person and I hope you rot in hell for this.” Yina sneered; her constant sorry’s weren’t good enough, they wouldn’t glue the pieces of her heart back together, they wouldn’t make it hurt any less or make it any better that she hooked up with the love of her life. “How could you sleep with him when you knew he was with me? Do you have no conscience? From the moment I met you, I knew you were going to cause trouble. You ruined everything!”  “How do you think felt all this time?” Y/n sniffled, her voice overflowing with hurt and desperation.  “I don’t care how you felt! Jungkook was still my boyfriend and not yours to take!” 

The unexpected knock echoed loudly in her ears and Jungkook’s muffled voice could be heard through the wooden door. “Noona, open the door! The food is getting cold.” No one made a move; afraid of what would happen when Jungkook entered the room.  “Kook, don’t come in!”  Y/n called out to him, wanting to protect him from having to face this situation when Yuri turned around to open the door for him, a smug grin on her face.

“Yuri? What the-“ It took him a moment to realize what was going on - connecting the puzzle pieces, he rushed inside, now standing between both of his girlfriends like a manmade statue, petrified as fear washed over him. Yina’s lips were tightly pressed together into a thin line, her hands shaking as she held on to the table. She just kept staring at the doe-eyed boy, the plastic bag rustling from his shake-ridden hands as his big eyes darted between them, both teary-eyed as they waited for him to come to his senses. Yina couldn’t take her eyes off Jungkook; a part of her wondered why she felt so bad for him - he looked so fragile and confused like a child that had lost his mother in a crowd. He was the one who broke her - she could feel all the broken pieces of her heart floating inside her. She knew that anger and resentment should be the only things she should be feeling but at this very moment, she wasn’t. Maybe a part of her knew that it had never been his intention to hurt her like he did; he was a good person, the sweetest and kindest man any girl could hope for. He just made a terrible mistake, or maybe he was scared that breaking her heart would break his too and that made him betray her. An odd sense of sadness seemed to spread from her chest through her body, forcing fresh tears to spill from her eyes. She felt sad for him; he looked pathetic as his eyes once again darted from her to the girl that robbed him of his innocence, who turned him into cheating liar that could not be trusted. 

He looked at y/n - she was crying, grabby hands trying to wipe away the tears as they made their way down her cheeks uncontrollably. With two long strides, he was standing in front of her, hands resting on her shoulders. “Is everything okay? Did they hurt you?” His head snapped around when she didn’t reply, glaring at the other two girls across the room - Yuri had her arm around Yina’s shoulders, comforting her best friend as she had to watch him care more about another girl rather than herself- his girlfriend - the one he had promised to be with forever all those nights when he was on the verge of falling into a deep slumber. “What did you do to her?” He tried to wrap his arms around y/n, wanting to hold her so badly, needing her to know that he was there for her and would never let her go. Seeing her cry made his heart contract painfully like a supernatural force was poking it with a thousand needles all at once but her hands pressed firmly into his pecs, pushing him away from her to keep the distance between their bodies. “We were just talking,” Yuri spoke up, her voice drenched in condescension. “You know, trying to figure out why you would cheat on Yina with that …” She made a rude gesture towards y/n when Yina pushed herself off the table, taking a few wobbly steps towards to the middle of the room as did Jungkook - he had to face her, there was no going back this time. Never had he imagined that this was how it was going to end, not in front of Yina’s best friend and certainly not in front of y/n. His plan had been to take her to a park with strangers around which would ensure Yina wasn’t going to cause a scene but here he was; in a cheap motel room facing the harsh reality of his actions. His head automatically tilted to the side for a second as he looked at his girlfriend; his heart wrenched as her peach colored sweater stained with big teardrops. He didn’t want to hurt her but he had to, he had to be honest with her one last time. “I just want to know why Jungkook…” He inhaled deeply a few times, trying to get as much oxygen as possible to his brain as it was too numb to work properly, thoughts stumbling and tripping over one another in chaos. “I-It just happened.” “Things like that don’t just happen.” She choked out, her brows knitted together in a stern manner. “What did I ever do to you that made you betray me like that?” Sucking the inside flesh of his cheek in between his teeth, he tried looking for a way to let her down with minimal damage. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” “Then why did you sleep with her behind my back for 7 months? I feel so stupid and humiliated. I must have done something that made you run into her arms.” Jungkook’s breathing was shallow, his palms were getting sweaty. He couldn’t find the words to say it; and once he did say it out loud he knew he would break her, unsure if she would ever be able to trust anyone again. “Is there any way we can fix this?” Her words sent a shooting pain down straight to his core at her sudden change of mind. He had no desire to fix their relationship when he had fallen for someone else so he stayed quiet. Adamantly Yina shook her head, fingertips pressed against her mouth. 

“Jungkook-ah, no…no please, tell me it’s just sex…please…” She whimpered. “Please say you’re not in love with her…” Not once before had he ever heard her beg; she sounded so desperate, clinging onto the small thread of hope that he had just wanted some fun on the side. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip, leaving a shallow tear in the soft flesh. “I-I do - did love you.” His voice was nothing but a whisper; it was too painful to say those things to her. “It’s just… I love y/n more.”  The silence in the room was deafening; Yina stared at him in shock, big tears rapidly spilling. “I’m sorry, I really I am. I never wanted to hurt you but I just fell in love with her. She’s not just a hookup, she is my soulmate.” 

Her pupils darted to the frightened piece of misery that was hiding behind Jungkook. How could he love this girl more than he loved her? She had given him everything from changing her work schedule around to accommodate his to going to his shows to cheer for him and this was how he repaid her unconditional love for him by he ramming a knife in her back first chance he got. Jungkook blinked quickly; his mind too busy to realize what was happening when Yina lifted her arm. His eyes falling shut, expecting to feel her palm colliding with his cheek. He deserved it - ready to endure every hit she would throw at him, he broke her, it was the least he could do to maybe lessen the pain that was tearing at her from his betrayal. “No!” Immediately he opened his eyes as the sound of a whimpered outcry reached his ears, quickly followed by a hand harshly coming down on skin that wasn’t his. Y/n stood in front of him, holding her cheek. “Don’t hurt him, you should be hurting me. It’s all my fault! I fell in love with him even though I knew he had a girlfriend so go ahead and hit me all you want.” Her body was trembling, trying to protect him from harm. A whisper of her name left his lips, reaching out his arms to embrace her.  In utter disbelief Yina stared at them, eyes resting on the matching bracelets around their wrists; he had quickly spun y/n around to hug her tightly against his chest where she sobbed quietly into his hoodie. She had seen the bracelet before, only now realizing that even back then he had lied straight to her face. Telling her that it had been Taehyung’s and he was just testing it to see if it was right for them and like a fool she had believed everything he said because her Jungkookie would never lie to her. Hating herself for falling for his lies; it had been so obvious - they were hiding in plain sight relying on everyone around them to be too oblivious to see the truth. “Yina, fight for him! He’s your boyfriend!” Yuri pleaded, not able to understand why her best friend didn’t even try to get him to stay with her. “Not anymore. I don’t want him.” She whispered, much too proud after being humiliated beyond repair by the one person she loved more than anything that the universe had to offer. She wouldn’t fight a battle she knew she was going to lose; she had lost him months ago without realizing and now it was too late. “I never want to see him again.” Yuri’s faced softened, reaching for her best friend’s hand as she slowly led her to the door. Jungkook’s arms loosened around her, his hands gently cupping her face. “Are you okay, baby?” He mumbled, lips ghosting over her forehead trying to reassure her that he would never leave her, that she could still feel safe with him. “I don’t know. My head is just kinda empty right now.”  Carefully his fingers brushed a strand of hair from her face that was sticking to her skin from all the tears she had cried that night. “Let me see your cheek.” Turning her head, she let him examine the left side of her face. Softly he brushed the pad of his thumb over her cheek before pressing pecks light as feathers on the reddened skin. She flinched, pulling away quickly. 

“I’m sorry.” He hung his head, finally letting the guilt consume him. He was to blame that Yina struck her when it should have been him. He was the one who had been cheating and lying, not her - he made her his accomplice, dragging her through the mud with him when he had been too selfish to finally go through with the breakup.  “No, it’s okay, Kookie. It’s just a little sore, don’t worry.” Tiredly she smiled up at him but he could see the sorrows behind the dark orbs, wanting nothing more than to take all the pain away from her and carry it for her.  She deserved to be happy now that they were finally able to be together. “Do you want to eat something?” He let go of her, scurrying to pick up the bag of food on the floor. “It’s not hot anymore but it will do. I’m sure you will feel better after. I got you your favorite that will cheer you up, noona!” Jungkook was trying hard to show her that he cared, maybe a little too hard but he could feel the fear of her wanting to leave him after tonight creeping up on him. Harshly she sucked in a breath and he could tell she was about to burst into tears again. “I don’t feel like eating.” Sitting down at the foot of the bed, she covered her face with her hands. “Can you drive me home, please? I-I just want to be alone for a bit to process all of this.” Jungkook nodded and hummed a yes, despite screaming on the inside. He didn’t want to leave her alone, he wanted to stay with her and hold her until she felt better - completely ignoring how emotionally drained he felt himself. He was certain that they both would feel better as soon as they left this place that felt so suffocatingly small now after everything that went down. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to voice his concern; he would give her the time she needed, although the thought of being apart from her was eating him up inside.  The tables had turned, now it was his turn to hold on to the small thread of hope that was stretched too thin but he wouldn’t let fear consume him just yet - he would make enough time for it later when he was in his bed, all alone.