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Danmei Tournament Bracket & Competitors
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Round 1
Short Story of Shaowang vs. Where is Our Agreement to be Arch-Rivals? [WINNER: Where is Our Agreement to Be Arch-Rivals?]
Green Plum Island vs. You've Got Mail: A Cautionary Tale [WINNER: You've Got Mail]
Round 2
Lie Huo Jiao Chou vs. Where is Our Agreement to be Arch-Rivals?
Mist vs. the Earth is Online
Golden Stage vs. Nan Chan
Everyday I Get Up to See the Villain Stealing the Show vs. Little Mushroom
Fox Demon Cultivation Manual vs. Let's Talk About That Guy Who Transmigrated to Pursue Me
Copper Coins vs. Mistakenly Saving the Villain
Liu Yao: the Revitalization of Fuyao Sect vs. After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine
You've Got Mail: A Cautionary Tale vs. Devil Venerable Also Wants to Know
Round 2 ends Tuesday, May 23rd, 2023, at noon CST. Let me know if you have any suggestions for the descriptions and content warnings!
After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine
Author: Liu Gou Hua (刘狗花)
Other Names: After I Married the Disabled War God As My Concubine, Sau khi chiến thần tàn tật gả cho ta làm thiếp, 残疾战神嫁我为妾后
Media Type: Web novel
Chapters: 123 Chapters + 13 Extras
Main Pairing: Jiang Suizhou x Huo Wujiu
CW: ableism, violence, poisoning, death, war + more unknown
Links: Novel Updates, English Translation by SleepyTranslations
Description: [Jiang Suizhou] is a history lecturer transmigrated into a cutsleeve prince fated to be publicly beheaded by his new concubine Huo Wujiu, a captured legendary God of War given to JSZ in marriage to humiliate him by his brother the Emperor Jiang Shunheng.
“Aren’t you afraid of regretting this one day?” / “For him, never in this life.” - Ch.123
Copper Coins
Author: Mu Su Li (木苏里)
Other Names: Tong Qian Kan Shi, TQKS, Đồng tiền kham thế, เหรียญทองแดงปราบพิภพ, 铜钱龛世, 동전감세
Media Type: Web novel, Drama CD, Manhua
Chapters: 102 Chapters + 1 Extra (Completely Translated)
Main Pairing: Xue Xian (薛闲) x Xuanmin (玄悯)
CW: death, amnesia, ghosts, illness, murder + more unknown
Links: Novel Updates, English Translation/Introduction (Easier to sort via Novel Updates)
Description: “It's about the disembodied soul of a dragon who's looking for his lost body, as well as the people who were responsible for maiming him; he meets a mysterious demon-slaying monk with amnesia who only knows that he's looking for someone; maybe they fall in love idk. It's set in 11th century China and the magic is based on geomancy (feng shui).” - English Translation Introduction
“No Regrets. You have to hang out with me for hundreds or thousands of years, probably long. Even if you get tired of me, you can’t undo it.” / “It’s all I could ever wish for.”
Devil Venerable Also Wants to Know
Author: Cyan Wings / Qing Se Yu Yi / 青色羽翼
Other Names: Mozun ye xiang zhidao, 魔尊也想知道, DVAWTK
Media Type: Web Novel, Drama CD
Main Pairing: Wenren È x Yin Hanjiang - “Yinren”
CW: master-servant relationship*, death, suicide attempt, rape as a plot point (mentioned only, not main characters), body horror/gore, bus (gu parasites) - (Carrd), age difference, graphic violence, psychosis/hallucinations
Links: Carrd, Novel Updates
Description: The Devil Venerable, the Lord of Demon, Head of Xuanyuan Sect, Wenren È, discovers a book called <Abusive Romance: You Are the Unchanging One in My Heart>, which details the painful romance of two disciples of Shangqing Sect - Baili Qingmiao and He Wenzhao. In the novel, Wenren È is the devoted second male lead who sacrificed himself for Baili Qingmiao, which led to Yin Hanjiang, his subordinate and the fourth male lead, attempting to kill the female lead. Present-day Wenren È is now tasked with fixing the readers’ many complaints regarding the novel. 
*While technically a master-servant relationship, especially at the beginning, the novel makes a point to show and explicitly state their progression to friends, not a servant and his master
**Wenren È is also sometimes referred to as Wen Renhe 
Very aro-spec/ace-spec MCs, Yin Hanjiang is stupid and in love (and has rabies), side lesbians 
Everyday I Get Up to See the Villain Stealing the Show  
Author: Zhong Xiaosheng (钟晓生)
Other Names: EVSS, 每天起床都看到反派在抢戏
Media Type: Web Novel 
Main Pairing: Han Changsheng x Huangfu Fengxuan Xichen / An Yuan
Chapters: 110 (Completely Translated)
CW: death, acceptance of death/suicidal idealation (HCS plans to die to An Yuan) + more unknown
Links: English Translation, Novel Updates
Description: Han Changsheng, the Head of the Tianning Cult, kills Lord An Yuan, a descended Immortal fated to eliminate the Tianning Demonic Cult. Confronted by an angry immortal and threatened with a new life surrounded by ugly men, Han Changsheng is sent back in time to fulfill his role: be killed by Lord An Yuan. 
Fox Demon Cultivation Manual
Author: Feng Ge Qie Xing / 风歌且行
Other Names: FDCM, 狐妖修炼指南
Media Type: Web novel
Main Pairing: Song Ci x Rong Bai (Rongsong)
Chapters: 101 Chapters + 1 Extra (Completely Translated)
CW: abuse (to a main character & a side character), graphic violence, bigotry, minor character death, torture, shaming of appearance, suicidal idealation + more unknown
Links: Carrd, Novel Updates, English Translation by Lianyin
Description: Song Ci “mistakenly consumed the blood of the Demon King, causing himself to become a demon too. Since then, he hated the Demon King and wanted to take revenge” (Carrd). He ends up meeting Rong Bai without realizing he’s the aforementioned Demon King. Hijinks ensue.
Prequel: Your Ninth Royal Highness, Please Change Your Clothes
Sequel: The Demon Lord is Fleeing for HIs Life Again Today
Golden Stage 
Author: Cang Wu Bin Bai (苍梧宾白)
Other Names: Golden Terrace, Hoàng Kim Đài/Đài Hoàng Kim, Huáng Jīn Tái, 黄金台
Media Type: Web Novel, Drama CD
Chapters: 79 Chapters + 4 Extras (Fully Translated)
Main Pairing: Fu Shen x Yan Xiaohan aka “Yanfu”
CW: ableism, slavery, death, violence, murder, animal death, fantasy drug use, implied sex (none depicted) - (Carrd)
Links: Carrd, Novel Updates, Character Guide, Official English Translation
Description: Returning to the capital after an assassination attempt, Fu Shen is ordered by a suspicious Emperor to marry Yan Xiaohan, the Emperor’s subordinate and Fu Shen’s rival, to weaken his growing power. “Enemies” → lovers
“I hope that you will hate me all your life.”
“Call me that again, and I may just give up the darkness and turn towards the light for you.”
Arranged political marriage, enemies in public but lovers in private, fluff, bickering/flirting, communication, doting/devoted
“From head to toe, where I’ve touched, and where I haven’t - I like all of it.”
Green Plum Island
Author: Hui Nan Que (回南雀)
Other Names: Qing Mei Yu, 青梅屿, 青梅嶼
Media Type: Web novel, Drama CD, Manhua
Chapters: 53 Chapters + 5 Extras (Completely Translated)
Main Pairing: Yu Mian x Yan Kongshan
CW: age difference (9 years; 18 & 27 at first meeting) + more unknown
Links: Novel Updates, English Translation
Description: After falling from a tree in his youth, Yu Mian can see people’s emotions via numbers and colors. When he meets his neighbor Yan Kongshan, he develops a crush. While he hopes Yan Kongshan will turn pink for love, he ends up turning yellow for desire without changing expression. 
“Green Plum Island is well, your grandpa is well, Qiuqiu is well, the two cats are well. Only I’m not well…I miss you too much…I will be missing you when you read this letter.”
“‘But I can’t control who I like, so I’m going to keep on liking you.’ I think for a minute, then make a ridiculous statement: ‘I’ll like you until the day I don’t.’”
Let’s Talk About That Guy Who Transmigrated to Pursue Me 
Author: Mo Xiao Xian (莫晓贤)
Other Names: 谈谈那个穿进书里来追我的家伙
Media Type: Web Novel
Chapters: 82 (Completely Translated)
Main Pairing: Wen Xuan x Jian Yi
CW: murder, fantasy racism + more 
Links: Novel Updates, English Translation
Description: Wen Xuan is the Head Disciple of the Water Cloud Sect and the villain of an unnamed novel. Jian Yi is a new, talented shidi (younger fellow disciple) of the same sect who has transmigrated to support him and change his ending.
What is it about yearning characters with the surname Chu? Anyway, Chu Lian infests my brain like a dying rat. You will never be free of him <2
Lie Huo Jiao Chou 
Author: Priest
Other Names: Drowning Sorrows in Raging Fire, LHJC, 烈火浇愁, Liehuo, 烈火澆愁, 열화요수
Media Type: Web novel, Donghua/Anime, Audio Drama, Manhua
Main Pairing: Xuan Ji x Sheng Lingyuan
Chapters: 137 Chapters + 8 Extras
CW: violence, gore, suicide mention, horror, war, murder, cannibalism, child torture, self-inflicted injuries, discrimination, slavery, genocide (via Carrd), claustrophobia, ableism, drug addiction, non-consentual (“sleeping beauty”) kisses between the main CP (Translation), death, demons, amnesia
Links: Carrd, Novel Updates
Description: Xuan Ji is the newest member of the Reparations Department of the Deviant Control Office, which is tasked with dealing with the aftermath of deviant cases. He encounters the deceased Emperor Sheng Lingyuan who has been awakened after a thousand years and ends up pretending to be Xuan Ji’s sword.
“Because he craved, he longed fanatically for a certain person. Since ancient times, this concealed longing had been a blade hung above the heart, and falling short would certainly be heartbreaking.”
Little Mushroom
Author: Yi Shi Si Zhou (一十四洲)
Other Names: Cây nấm nhỏ, Xiao Mogu / 小蘑菇
Media Type: Novel (printed & ebook), Drama CD, Manhua 
Main Pairing: An Zhe x Lu Feng aka “LuZhe”
CW: gore, violence, death, non-graphic sexual assault (Carrd)
Links: Buy the Novel Here, Carrd, Novel Updates
Description: An Zhe is a mutated mushroom whose spore has been harvested by humans. Being discovered by the Judges, humans tasked with eliminating xenogenics like him, means certain death. Lu Feng is one such Judge with a 100% accuracy rate in identifying infected humans. 
Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect
Author: Priest
Other Names: Lục hào, ลิ่วเหยา, 六爻, 육효, Liu Yao: the Six Hexagrams
Media Type: Web Novel, Drama CD
Chapters: 109 Chapters + 3 Extras (Completely Translated)
Main Pairing: Yan Zhengming x Cheng Qian
CW: violence, death, major character death, gore, swearing + more
Links: Novel Updates, Chichi's Dives' English Translation
Description: “A cultivation story about how a declining sect is restored by a narcissist, troublemaker, meanie, idiot, and wimpy kid.” - Novel Updates
Found family/childhood friends, fantastic character growth, interesting characters
“My master’s way of cultivation is ‘follow one’s heart,’ ‘be unrestrained’ - Senior, pardon this junior’s insolence, but I’ve been wondering for a long time: Does suffering in solitude for the sake of longevity count as following one’s heart?” - Ch.46
“When he thought of Cheng Qian, he suddenly felt like there was nothing else that he desired in this life.” - Yan Zhengming, ch.56
Mist 
Author: Wei Feng Ji Xu (微风几许)
Other Names: Bowu, Bạc vụ, 薄雾[无限], Mist [Unlimited], Mist: Unlimited Flow
Media Type: Web novel, Drama CD, Manhua
Chapters: 103 Chapters + 3 Extras (Completely Translated)
Main Pairing: Ji Yushi x Song Qinglan aka “Qingyu” (晴雨 )
CW: cannibalism, discrimination, homophobia, death, gore, zombies, suicide, graphic violence + possibly more
Links: Tumblr Review (Spoilers Warning; Re-Read Review), Carrd (CW: glitch effect, flashing lights), English Translation, Why You Should Read It
Description: Ji Yushi is a beautiful genius with a perfect memory who is openly gay. He’s transferred to Song Qinlang’s team, who is known as a homophobe. Idk how to describe it, but there’s very interesting and complex time travel and parallel worlds; you’re just gonna have to take a gamble. 
Mistakenly Saving the Villain
Other Names: Bàn về kết cục việc cứu lầm nhân vật phản diện, MISVIL, The Conclusion to When I Mistakenly Saved the Villain, ว่าด้วยจุดจบของการไปช่วยตัวร้าย, 論救錯反派的下場, 论救错反派的下场
Media Type: Web Novel, Drama CD
Main Pairing: Song Qingshi (宋清时) x Yue Wuhuan (越无欢)
Novel Translations (Carrd): English, Indonesian, Portuguese, Spanish, Arabic, Burmese
CW: abuse to a main character, rape/sexual assault as a plot point (YWH was a sex slave), torture, suicide, depression, child abuse, PTSD, slavery/human trafficking
Description: Song Qingshi is a medical student who transmigrates into , an “angsty danmei novel” (submitter), to save the tragic protagonist. However, he mistakes the cannon fodder villain Yue Wuhuan for the protagonist and saves him instead.  
Nan Chan
Author: Tang Jiuqing / 唐酒卿
Other Names: Nam Thiền, Nán Chán, หนานฉาน, 南禅
Media Type: Web noel, Drama CD
Main Pairing: Cang Ji x Jing Lin 
Chapters: 126 Chapters + 3 Extras (Completely Translated)
CW: age difference, death, amnesia, child abuse, demons, date-rape/noncon between the MC and love interests, torture of a main character and side characters, ghosts, death, explicit sexual content (ch.111 + implied sex), child/sex trafficking, sexual abuse, implied pedophilia
Links: Carrd, Novel Updates
Description: Cang Ji is a brocade carp taken care of by Jing Lin, an exiled and amnesiac Immortal who killed his adoptive father, the Emperor of Heaven. When Jing Lin loses his copper bell, he and Cang Ji leave their mountain to find it, encountering the Eight Sufferings and learning more about their past.
“There’s a man I love. In the clouds. In the sea. In my heart.”
“Have you ever wondered? If the one to be devoured in the end would be you or me?” / “It doesn’t matter if I”m the one. As long as I’m together with you.”
The Earth is Online
Author: Mo Chen Huan (莫晨欢)
Other Names: 地球上线, Dìqiú shàngxiàn, EO, TEIO, Địa Cầu Online
ฝ่าวิกฤตพิชิตหอคอยดำ, 地球上線
Media Type: Web Novel, Drama CD
Main Pairing: Tang Mo x Fu Wendou
Links: Carrd (CW: glitch effect, flashing lights), Novel Updates, English Translation on Tea Novel
CW: death, child/infant death, gore + more unknown
Description: Six months after black towers appear around cities, a voice announces, “Ding dong! November 15th, 2017. The earth is online.” Players are encouraged to “attack the tower” during “game time”. Once pulled into a game, it must be completed, and the losing party seems to die. 
“the Joongdok of danmei”
Short Story of Shaowang
Other Names: Shh! My Dear Alpha, 少汪几句
Media Type: Web novel, Drama CD, Manhua
Author: Little Ice Cube / 冰块儿
Chapters: 58 Chapters + 12 Extras (Completely Translated)
Links: Novel Updates, English Translation by Tailor’s MTL
CW: rape/noncon between the MC and love interest (later discussion about consent), graphic sexual content, omegaverse, mpreg + more unknown
Description: Jiang ShaoYan is the school tyrant and also an omega. While his heat is approaching, an underclassman suddenly confesses to him. 
Sequel: Pay Attention to Me
You’ve Got Mail: A Cautionary Tale
Author: Hei Dan Bai / 黑蛋白
Other Names: YGMCT, คบสหายผ่านพิราบต้องพึงระวัง, 飛鴿交友須謹慎, 飞鸽交友须谨慎
Media Type: Web novel
Chapters: 106 Chapters
CW: age difference, rape/noncon between MC and love interest, graphic sexual content, suicidal idealisation + more unknown 
Links: Novel Updates
Description: A 39-year-old gay bachelor in the Great Xia Dynasty, feeling his life is hopeless, resolves to get laid before committing suicide on his fortieth birthday. To do so, Wu Xingzi joins the Peng Society for Gentlemen, a secret organization for gay men to meet other gay men. (Based on Novel Updates Summary)
Where is Our Agreement to be Arch-Rivals?
Other Names: Did We Agree To Be Rivals?, Nói tốt trở thành lẫn nhau túc địch đâu [Xuyên thư], The Modified Script is Killing Me, 說好成為彼此的宿敵呢[穿書], 说好成为彼此的宿敌呢[穿书]
Media Type: Web novel
Chapters: 120 Chapters + 2 Extras (Completely Translated)
Main Pairing: Su Yang x Gu Feidi
Links: Novel Updates, English Translation by Peach Blossom Codex
CW: child abuse (the original Su Yang is implied to have had sex with/been interested in minors), sexual abuse, suicidal idealisation/attempts, violence, illness + more
Description: “The web celebrity, Chen Suyang, transmigrated into a film adaptation he’d just finished rolling the death scene. Now he has to play the villain—the Evil Sect’s young master, Su Yang. To return to his own world, he faithfully acted according to the script and solemnly recited his lines—waiting for the day he’d die under the protagonist’s sword. But… why were the scenes getting farther and farther from the script?” (Novel Updates)
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arcanao · 1 year
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What would happen if the whole leauge fell in love with a darling. Maybe they were a villain too nice for them not to like you or simply a sort of happy surprise. Would they all share, would they fight? Would it just be some sort of cold war peace among them about if no one strikes, no one gets hurt?
hi ! thanks for the ask ! i think it would be possible but only under certain circumstances.
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words count: 672 tw: gender neutral!reader, yandere, possessive behavior, implied future kidnapping, implied confinement
✤toga, spinner, twice and compress would be fine sharing a darling for some time, they get along well and they trust each other. plus they aren’t really selfish yanderes, so i don't think sharing would really be a problem between them.
BUT, there are two very selfish yanderes in the league who may be a problem : dabi and shigaraki
✤dabi is part of the league but he tends to distance himself from them, he is part of the league without really being part of it (if you know what I mean). although he does trust the league, i don't think he likes them enough to share with them. plus he is also not the type to share because he is very self centered, his darling must belong to him only and if he can't have them, no one can. he wouldn't share his darling, at least willingly.
✤shigaraki is the leader, so i don’t see anything compel him to share. he is also a very dependent yandere and he doesn’t want his darling to be stolen from him, he may be very reluctant to share but unlike dabi he is very close to the rest of the league and he trusts them. i don’t see him sharing but I definitely see him lending the darling, when he is away for example while of course putting some boundaries that the league have to respect.
so let's imagine this:
✤shigaraki is in love with with y/n and he basically locks them away to keep them safe. as time goes by, shigaraki goes incredibly more busy and he is very anxious about leaving them alone. so when he notices that the rest of league (except dabi, you'll see why) have taken an interest in y/n he thinks about what to do.
✤he definitely doesn't want to share y/n, they are his but he can't get rid of this anxiety that is slowly eating him, what if one day when he comes back they disappear ? he ends up finding a compromise : he accepts to lend the darling however sharing is off limits and he sets a lot of boundaries (it's basically the same but he tries to convince himself) :
➣shigaraki sets up a schedule where everyone can spend time with you alone when he is not here, having almost the same time each.
➣toga and twice often guard you together, taking turns painting your nails and combing your hair or just cuddling with you. sometimes they watch over you separately but they prefer being together, the more the merrier right ?
➣spinner is very shy around you, he often brings video games to play with you. every time you talk to him he blushes and he struggles to talk back to you without stuttering. he thought he would always be watching you from afar, so seeing you like this is... wow, he can never get enough.
➣compress always shows off in front of you, bringing you a precious jewelry he says he stole from somewhere famous and showing you his new magic tricks. he would often play with your hair and get very close to you but never more, he knows shigaraki wouldn't like it so he sticks to that. for now.
➣for some reason, dabi gets a place in the schedule despite not being interested in the darling. the more he spends time with y/n the more he begins to like them and a possessive urge slowly creeps inside of him, he wants to steal you away, far from the league, far from anyone actually.
✤so at first, this agreement works quite well, everyone more or less satisfied by it. but they're yanderes, so although some are more selfish than the others, their patience wear thinner and thinner everyday. until one day, once the villains win, one of them decides to steal you away. it's up to you to decide which one you follow, if they leave you the choice of course...
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moose-muffin · 1 month
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yo, i think i have some for Velvette and Charlie ig
Velvette is a very teasy Ler and a bratty Lee
Her worst spots are her underarms
She LOVES to Target Vox ever since she found out he was incredibly ticklish
I SWEAR she is the one to Bang her fists on the ground because "it tickles so Bad"
She squeals while laughing loudly. No Questions asked.
She WILL and CAN Target your worst spots.
Her laughs become really high-pitched if You Target her underarms LOL-
Teases You all while wrecking the living hell out of ya.
As for Charlie-
She adores tickling Vaggie, they often get into Tickle fights
Speaking of Tickle fights she and Lucifer always had little Tickle fights when she was little, for fun OR when she was feeling down
Her worst spots are her belly and Ribs
She on rare times takes the role of the Tickle monster (or most times)
Well that's all i have for now!
You might recognize me with this.
-🐝
OH MY GOODNESS???? THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THESE THEYRE SO PRECIOUS HELLO!!!
VELEVETTE IS ACTUALLY AN ICON I LOVE HER SO MUCH AND HER LER STATUS IS ACTUALLY EVER PRESENT LIKE!!!
AND THAT SHOWS IN HER BRATTY LEE VIBES TOO HEHE UR SO RIGHT!! SHE IS SO COMBATIVE BUT ALSO SUPER GIGGLY!!! I LOVE THAT SHE WOULD BANG HER FISTS, MIGHT I ADD SHE WOULD KICK HER LEGS TOO? I THINK ITS ENTIRELY POSSIBLE
ALSO YES SHE TICKLES VOX ALL THE FUCKING TIME AND LETS JUST SAY EVEN THO HE S A Y S HE HATES IT, WE ALL KNOW HES A LIAR AND A DECEIVER ☺️
SHE IS SOOOOO TEASY!!!! AGREED 1000% I WOULD SAY SHES VERY MUCH A FAN OF TEASING THEM ABOUT JUST HOW TICKLISH THEY ARE?? SHE LOVES COMMENTING ON THEIR REACTIONS TO THE TOUCH. SHE MIGHT TEASE YOU ABOUT LIKING IT (especially if your name starts with a V and ends with ox)
(Very quick Valentino mention, feel free to skip if it’s not ur thing. not a Val apologist, I have just always been a villain enjoyer. his character is very interesting. Also four arms) Val and Vel teaming up as lers is actually a crazy collab that would send Vox into an early grave or I guess you know, just make him very flustered. see how I add Vox to everything i am so sorry please don’t worry about it 😍 (i am so horrendously lee and ler for that man)
BUT YES! VELVETTE IS DEF TICKLISH! I HC SHE CAN KIND OF TURN IT OFF? LIKE PRETEND SHES NOT TICKLISH! SHES REALLY GOOD AT IT TOO, BUT IF YOU GET HER ARMPITS… SHES COOKED 😚 OR ALSO I FEEL LIKE HER KNEES ARE HELLA SENSITIVE TOO!! GOD I LOVE HER!!
CHARLIE!!!!!!
MY BELOVED, SHE LOVES TICKLES ALL DAY EVERYDAY!!!!
HER AND VAGGIES TICKLE FIGHTS ARE THE BEST?? BC VAGGIE KNOWS CHARLIE LOVES IT AND SO THEY HAVE LIKE BIGGGG TICKLE FIGHTS. LASTS FOR LIKE THE DAY SOMETIMES (THEY DO LIKE HIDE AND SEEK TYPE STUFF. CHARLIE ENJOYS THE BUILDUP AND THE IDEA OF TICKLE GAMES AND VAGGIE IS HAPPY TO OBLIGE WHETHER IT BE GIVING OR RECIEVING!)
One time they got into one of these and of course ended up getting the whole hotel involved <3 (OH AND NOW IM THINKING ABOUT THIS CONCEPT ON A GREATER SCALE I MIGHT JUST HAVE TO EXPAND ON THIS LATER)
Vaggie def prefers to be the ler but she loves watching Charlie’s face light up when she lets her tickle her (sorry this sounds so busted 😭 basically Vaggie is a softie for when Charlie tickles her bc Charlie gets really excited about it and has a lotta fun)
Charlie is absolutely shameless about loving tickles (kinda stealing from @kt-the-lee hi honey 😽) she is not embarrassed in the slightest and it’s just such a normal part of her identity it’s beautiful
She is also a very gentle ler. She is so excited about tickles all the time but absolutely does understand it’s not for everybody. (If I’m being 100% canon she prooobably had to learn this one the hard way and felt bad but whoever it was gave her a hug and of course forgave her bc they knew she meant well! They also probably tickled her too just to ease her anxiety <3)
The Lucifer one is very wholeosme and sweetie. I’m not big on family tickles personally but adorable nonetheless <3
HER BELLY AND RIBS BEING BAD SPOTS AWWW!! ID SAY TICKLISH NECK TOO <3 SENSITIVE AF AND SUPER GIGGLY IF YOU TICKLE HER THERE!
APOLOGIES FOR TAKING AGES TO RESPOND. THANK YOU FOR THE HCS THESE ARE ADORABLE AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE RANDOM ADDITIONS. IM NOT SURE I KNOW WHO THIS IS FROM YET BUT HIIII OMG
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ternionb · 1 year
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I said I would make this account if multiple people were interested but went ahead and made it anyway, I can't get this au out of my head and I need more people to be obsessed with it WITH ME. Here are the refs I recently drew!
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A small introduction and explanation. This Alternate Universe exhibits the idea of "What if Badgerclops was a full on bad guy, top tier villain in his home town, most dangerous guy around." I have a similar au, Mao Mao: Vice Versa but this is if Badgerclops left Maos side to be a villain once again.
The difference between these two ideas are:
Badgerclops is physically different, he's more violent and doesn't do petty crime as often, he's extremely dangerous, and badgermao is not a part of this au (not planned to be, at least)
The obvious similarities:
Badgerclops is a bad guy, he and Mao Mao fight... but that's about it.
I'm going to go into a little lore to maybe help those who would like to ask the characters questions.
Mao Mao broke the Ruby Pure Heart on accident, after fighting the sky pirates which is similar to canon so not much has changed with him. His physical appearance is different but that's because his path of life is different from canon. He's mental state and personality are also a bit shifted, ask him a few questions to see what I mean 👀
Badgerclops arrives a few days or weeks before Mao Mao, he was harassing and battling the Sky Pirates for territory before MM showed up and revealed the valley. Since then he causes problems and has to be stopped by MM. He's been going around stealing and harming people for his own reasons, and will now do the same thing in PHV. His physical appearance and mental state/ personality are also pretty divergent from canon so ask him a few questions to see how similar or different he is from canon Badgerclops 👁️
Adorabat still lives with Eugene but she sneaks out when she wants to be trained and taught to fight. She witnessed a fight between Mao Mao and Badgerclops and can't tell if she wants to be a hero or villain. Both seem exciting and fun, much less boring than her everyday life in PHV. Mao Mao tries to tell her why being good is so important but it seems she's imprinted on Badgerclops, who thinks it's funny to mess with their dynamics. Her physical appearance is different from canon but her personality is mostly the same, ask her why she looks the way she does for some answers :))))))
I plan on writing and posting a fic eventually but I can't promise it'll be the best read on the block, I'm terrible with vocabulary :')
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STWG 10/15
Prompt: Spider Wc: 983 Ship: Pretty Punk Metal? Maybe... for now is kind of Johnny x Eddie cause they not dating yet but Steve is coming to town
PART 01 (because this may be the start of something I had in my brain a LONG time ago because of @multiwongi and @tak-cajaz)
No beta reader... sorry, for now. I may get one for the rest.
I also have some Spider-Eddie fanart HERE - HERE and HERE
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Having to keep the scholarship wasn't easy, even less when he had a metal band that was getting popular everyday, a job and just stay sane in this city. Also, Eddie wasn't even adding the fact he was a superhero.
It sounded and actually was pretty stressful, having to deal with simple robbery, helping a cat to come down from a tree or one of those villains with technology or super powers. The last ones were pretty painful. But it was also very damn good to be able to swing around the city, it made Eddie feel like he was flying and the pirouettes he could do made his heart race. The feeding of his ego was also fulfilled when he heard a kid yelling his name, or the phones pointing at him, but not the cameras.
Spiderman, a Menace to Chicago.
He sighed as he read the newspaper before checking for the new apartment.
"I hate when they call me that." Eddie said to himself, before biting the burrito his uncle Wayne packed him for 'work' 
"I hate it even more."
The poor delicious burrito would find its end if it wasn't that Eddie caught it quickly.
"Fuck sake, don't do that!"
He turned over, looking at another 'spider-man'. But she just laughed before letting herself sit on the corner of the building as well.
"It is funny to scare you like that."
"One day my senses will catch you, you asshole."
"Hey, don't call her that!" 
Eddie just shook a bit this time, checking the earbud on his ear and hearing the new companion laughing. 
It happened three or four months ago, this Spider-Punk helped him to deal with one of those super guys. She offered her help any time, giving him a phone where only she and her tech-guy were able to use. Not only Eddie needed their help but also Punk needed his.
Later one he found out that the tech-guy was the one with the idea of them working together. He also could hack many things, including the radio Eddie used to keep track of some of the police station and his earphones.
"Hello there, Johnny Ramon." Eddie replied.
"Hey, sweetheart. How's the burrito?"
Eddie looked around.
"Anything I see, he sees it." Spider-Punk pointed at her red goggles.
With this, Eddie just shook his head before showing his middle finger.
"Why is my favorite spidey so angry? Do you want ice cream?" Johnny asked.
"I was very happy eating my lunch, and looking for an apartment when you two arrived. In a very rude way, by the way." he stood up now. "And that means you both need my help."
"Not my fault, I know I can do it alone, Recluse." Punk smiled. "It's the idiot here that told me to ask for your help."
"First. Lunch?" Eddie heard the tone, a familiar one. "It's almost nine o'clock, sweetheart. When did you eat your breakfast?"
"I didn't eat breakfast…" Eddie said it low.
"I told you! If you give me an account I can put some money on it!" 
"You are not his mom or his sugar daddy, Jay." Punk sighed and shook her head.
"Well, he can call me daddy or mommy anytime, that's for sure."
"Shut up."
Eddie and the other one said at the same time with different tones. She was getting frustrated, he was a bit more embarrassed.
"I will not give you my real information and I don't want the money you steal."
"Those rich guys will not get hurt. See it as a payment for you being such an awesome hero."
"One that they hate." Eddie showed the newspaper. "Now, go to the point."
Spider-Punk crossed her arms and Eddie could hear the keyboard from the other side. 
"Do you remember there's a rich guy with like a fucking ugly statue of Colon? Well, I know there are some guys who will try to open up his security box and get everything from there."
"Are you guys asking me to help you stop the rich from being robbed? Didn't you offer me money from those same people seconds ago?"
"The way you say it makes me want to throw up."
"It's not just like that." Punk added, showing the screen on her arm so Eddie could see the map of the place. "This guy doesn't have money there. The people who want whatever is in that place make the kind of bombs that are already paid for. Do you understand?" 
Eddie nodded. 
"You need two because of…"
"We have to deal with those guys, find the security box and also the security of this guy."
"Ok…"
"If you help us, I will take you for dinner next time."
"We want him to say yes, Jay. Shut your horny mouth up."
"I will help… Not because of the dinner offer!" 
"Awww." The screen on Spider-Punk arm now showed a crying emoji.
"How the fuck does he do that?" 
"I have no clue." Punk sighed. "The whole thing will be around two hours, Recluse. We will see each other on the bridge close to it."
"I have time to finish my burrito."
"Don't be late and if you need anything send a message to Jay."
"Ok, see yo-" Eddie didn't even finish waving his hand when she jumped out of the building, swinging her way away from them. "Bye then."
"I think she doesn't like you."
"No way, Johnny. What makes you think that?" Eddie laughed sarcastically before sitting on the edge. "Are you leaving too?" 
"Do you want me to leave?"
Eddie sighed, looking around the city before removing his hood. He fixed his hair and took the newspaper.
"Can you help me find an apartment that isn't that expensive and maybe this week? My computer is broken… and no I don't want your money."
"Fine. I will find you the best apartment, babe."
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How would Bruno Madrigal and Cecil de Vil get along?
Well enough, I suppose. It's all about the circumstances of their first meeting, really.
Here's how I see it: Cecil de Vil, who had spent almost a whole year doing video campaigns and fomenting protests to get his niblings out of the Isle of the Lost, trying to raise awareness about the inequality of the crimes people were sent to the Isle for and so on (his sister is in there for stealing dogs! it's not the same as killing multiple people or cursing lands! and Hunter and Ivy were kids who did stupid stuff!), is caught at last and shipped, making it evident his smear campaign against the banishment was pretty much right but ending up as a victim of the system himself. (he never figured out who to blame. people are quick to point fingers at the Beast, but there's something that doesn't work in it, a cog stuck somewhere, someone else behind it all...)
So, he's on a barge and there he meets one of the people he was trying to advocate for (sure, the protest started for his family, but it ended up involving a lot more people), aka Bruno, the man who could see bad futures and Auradon deemed too dangerous to stay free. Bruno, who is shaking and is sad to have left his family behind and hopes they'll be fine, much like Cecil, but with the important difference that the Madrigals were left alone save for him, while Cecil was going to be reunited with his family on the Isle.
The people in the last barges compare notes, share facts, see patterns, perhaps they figure out something (the Security Services are a tad too independent, started to pick people on their own, the royals are too worried about the post-war economy to chase minor criminals like that...), but it's pretty useless because they have no one to share them with except for each other and no one can help them at this point. Hell, Cinderella, a queen, was unable to save her stepsister who she had openly forgiven, once in the Barrier, there's no way out! There was no chance to begin with.
So, Cecil takes pity on Bruno, because Cecil knows he'll have the support of his family once there, as will most of the people of the last barges (Anastasia's husband, the Delgados from Avalor, and so on) while Bruno will be all alone. And Bruno kind of latches to that small kindness. Bruno knows how to make himself useful, it's how he was raised, so that's what he'll do on the Isle, work with those people like them, the ones who weren't criminals and knew how to live a non-magic, ordinary life.
Once Cecil gets on the Isle, the de Vils already have their own properties (Hell Hall, PH's lab, plus some stuff they put their hands on like a couple normal homes and, most importantly, the electric plant, entirely garbage-powered, that PH put together/fixed and the de Vil family controls) and it's easy for a community to form around him, the only one with assured stability, a community of the ones who are not Villains with a capital V. Bruno is a part of it for sure, he has tons of practical, everyday knowledge to share, not like Cecil, who grew up rich and knows a lot less but knows how to listen and recognizes talent and usefulness.
So Cecil and Bruno are not, like, best friends, some people could think of Bruno as one of Cecil's minions, judging from the outside (Cecil doesn't have minions, but Villains thinks in those terms), but for sure they are part of a community and had to rely on each other multiple times, which made them a bit close, close enough that Cecil knows he can ask Bruno to accompany him to do delicate or important jobs and Bruno knows he can reach for Cecil if he's in a pinch, like if people didn't pay him or if he didn't gain enough, Cecil will help.
Once Cruella shows interest in Bruno, Cecil is enthusiastic. He knows Ella remarried a few times but, hey, maybe that's the real thing this time? And he likes the idea of Bruno being his brother-in-law and greets him with open arms and Bruno is happy about it, Cecil is a friend to him, in his view, he was from the beginning, so he leans into the situation and they get closer.
It lasts until Cruella decides to kick Bruno out (and he sneaks back in, in his own way), but even after, they sort of keep in contact and keep helping each other a bit. It's rare to have strong allies on the Isle, but the community around Cecil is solid, he knows the value of connections, and Bruno will always be a part of it.
Oh, dear, that got long. As usual, LOL
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hey sorry to bother but i literally searched for days for this danmei and couldn’t find it! do you know where i can read the eng translation?
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👋 It’s no bother at all, I like knowing that people are going through my rec list, it’s so rare for me to hear from readers! Sad to say, I think that book doesn’t have an English translation yet, but if you’re looking for a xianxia novel with some humour and plot and an English translation, I recommend:
• 魔尊也想知道 The Demon Lord Would Like To Know Too (title translated by me)/Devil Venerable Also Wants to Know (title translation on Novel Updates). Author: 青色羽翼 Green Wings/Cyan Wings. This one has a high rating on Novel Updates.
• 每天起床都看到反派在抢戏 Every Day I Wake Up and See the Villain Stealing My Show (title translated by me)/Everyday I Get Up To See The Villain Stealing The Show (title translation on Novel Updates). Author: 钟晓生 Zhong Xiao Sheng. This one has a focus on humour.
More pros and cons about these two are in my rec list. If you’ve already read these two and would like to know more about other books you’ve spotted, or if you’d like to know anything else, don’t hesitate to ask ☺️
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Another thing! The flamboyant Supervillian AU really got to me so I’m ranting about that too :)
I really do love the idea that Kokichi would in fact steal the Mona Lisa or some other priceless relic and treat it like everyday groceries. Diamond ring? Check. Million-dollar art work? Oh, can’t for get that. And on his way out, most times he will flee the scene indescribably, but there are other times where he’ll walk right out the front of the museum “un-armed” besides a few ringpops and messes with the cops even more by cartoon grappling up the building. He always does it with new cops because the others just couldn’t handle his bull even after 15 minutes of bickering, to him the looks on their faces are more priceless than his loot at the moment.
The heroes are a different story though, because they just don’t come and go as they please. Yes they’re tired of his shit but its what heroes do or whatever. (kind of annoys the hell out of him, but not enough to stop stealing from fat-cats) Even though he looks frail, Kokichi actually puts up one hell of a fight, strategically more or less. Because a mega mind supervillain such as himself doesn’t have as much time for weight lifting than he does for a mental breakdown in his office.
Now Shuichi! He himself is known to be taken seriously and dealt with cautiously as he’s basically in the Top 5# greatest super villains list in the world. His cold, static demeanor when creating to carrying out his plans sometimes even puts off the heroes themselves. The reason he’s so good at what he does is because he used to be on the police force, getting honest and vital information from the source. This means that he knows the ins and outs of how police work, the law, how much evidence they have against him in a case and their private information. The end goal isn’t to use that against them though, the reason he’s a super villian now is because he began to realize how messed up the law and police system had became, and from the moment he turned 18 he’a made it clear he wants absolutely nothing to do with the police since.
Now, take these two completely opposite outviews on the police and heroes and what do you get? Apparently a match made in heaven. The way these two met isn’t something I can think of right now, but what I do know is that they hit off pretty well. Maybe a bump in with each other while stealing the same relic or historical art portrait, but they both decided in some way or another to let there guards down because it’s a fellow villain.
In disguise, they go on a few dates in public and in private to get to know each other, and connect over their dislike for the police and law. Soon enough they decide to stop talking about it and do something with their newly declared partnership. This may happen over the span of six weeks or six months but it’s definitely a slow burn, they probably only begin dating after working together in public, as they not only get to see how they’re like off duty, but what they’re like when they’re on the job.
When the two most infuriating villains in the world go on stand by for theft, the heroes begin to notice before anyone else, and just when they think they ran a cold case after all these years, the two bounce back full force, doing a double heist and making it very clear they’re now seeing, working and committing crime together. (Bonus points if one of the heroes are Kaito)
The heroes then begin to realize that their job didn’t only get twice as hard, but the multiple of that as well. Even by themselves their power is exponential, together they even managed to pass out presents to every kid in their area on Christmas. That is if you count Panta and lollipops as gifts. Not only do the heroes realize their job is harder, but that they really are made for one another. The way they work and act rub off on one another and they end up acting like their partner without even realizing. None of them had ever seen Shuichi show as much as a smile until he met Kokichi, and Kokichi had never taken a heist so seriously in his life.
Phew I finally got all that out, have a nice day/night!✨
yoooo i love this take! i like the sense of doom radiating off that last part, they work far to well together and the heros and cops are nervous
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no because literally, in a single ask there are many different topics and the answers just get longer. I imagine you opening your inbox and seeing some aks that look more like the digital bible itself😶
I'm telling you! I'm behaving now. I changed.
I'll wait, and I already have my doubts about something but I don't know if it's a reference. the 119% thing.
totally, just like they did when they guarded at all costs that Kate would be played by hailee. It would be really funny if the Nightwing phase hadn't just been a phase.... unless...👀 I also don't know how well-known this mafia game is, but I've literally never heard of it until now. you're good at FIFA? for further scientific research. i- i never played GTA, my mom was ok with me playing mortal kombat and seeing the most graphic and merciless deaths, but not with me stealing cars and running away from the police 😔
okay, if I go watch it for the gay shit and I come out of it sad I'll blame you and you'll pay for my therapy. If she's supposed to be an irredeemable villain then she did something really fucked up, right? because I'm kind of more of a fan of villains..... to a certain point... um yeahh..of course
I'm literally eating myself up because I want to know what this cliffhanger is, I mean, the show was cancelled... knowing this isn't going to ruin my experience, is it?
queerbait, queerbait is everywhere- oh, the denial, it's okay, thinking like this can keep you sane, but it's between ava and sara? wait, I got lost hwjakksskskk you defend flash until you possibly can't anymore, but only watch for caitlin? how does it work? RIGHT? It took me a while to like caitlin exactly for that reason. and don't judge me, but it got tired to a point where I wasn't even rooting for barry and iris to get together anymore. they almost made my hair gray for a while, but I recovered.
now I understand why there's SO MUCH supercorp fics, these people are drooling and surviving on crumbs- think with care <3 hdjskjsk
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i’m happily surprised and impressed that we've managed to talk about so many things at the same time and, despite the slight confusion sometimes, we still have MORE to say. it's not often i find someone so willing to read my paragraph-long responses and then RESPOND with their own paragraphs. [and needless to say, i absolutely love reading your responses, even if they're long]
mhmm, we’ll see about that.
it technically is a reference but i don't know if you're thinking what i’m thinking. and if you're not one of us is going to end up looking like an an idiot 😶 [it’s me, btw]
i mean, he's technically still my favorite superhero so i guess the phase still isn't over. i’m just too gay to obsess over a man the way i obsess over kate. i don't think it's that well known but i love it. idk what kind of research you're doing that requires this knowledge but yeah, i’m pretty good at FIFA. not like super amazing or anything but i’ve played it all my life so i think i’ve developed some skills. funnily enough, my mom was the opposite way. mortal kombat was too violent but planning heists and stealing cars was fine. [but not until i was like…10 or something]
babe, i hate to break it to you, but i can't even pay for my own therapy so you're on your own. stop asking questions because i WILL write an essay on her. basically, she does do fucked up shit BUT she's also heavily, HEAVILY, traumatized. i can't get into it without giving out too many spoilers but as the show goes on, we learn she's genuinely just a heavily messed up person and NOT a Joker type of villain who causes pain for the sake of it. [she's also not a sociopath, no matter how many times the characters say she is smh. she's also queer-coded af so there's that]
it's probably my fault for bringing it up everyday lmao. it doesn't ruin anything at all, it's just frustrating. they do finish the plot of season 7 nicely so that's why i just ignore the cliffhanger. it was supposed to tease season 8 but then season 8 never happened. the thing that pisses me off is that the CW didn't bother to tell the writers or the producers or the ACTORS that they wouldn't be getting another season.
sorry, i phrased that weird because it's technically a spoiler. the queer-bait is between zari and a new character hence why i didn't give many details in case you decide to watch the show again. sara and ava aren’t queer-bait at all, they're just queer 👍 it doesn't work very well but like the flash still has some really good things in between all the shitty writing. [that's another reason to watch batwoman, btw, their writers are out of this world] plus, like i said, caitlin snow was part of my gay awakening so it's not like i could just ditch the show even while it was going downhill. i don't judge you at all, i hated their relationship in the last few seasons. idk how they did it but they made me dislike barry at some point which is a crime because he's my boy!!!
akdkkdkskk that's a perfect way to put it, no further comment is necessary. i’m definitely not thinking about it 😶
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Internet culture by: Maria Palmas
After reviewing last weeks videos and articles I was really inspired by the all too real issue and culture surrounding cyber security or lack there of. Everyone has been targeted by an ad after talking about something they want to buy or even worse and more sinister is the stealing and release of intimate videos captured on ones laptops or phones. The world is a scary enough place with the physical harm we can encounter each day, but the danger we face is far darker and more complex. Between cyber bullying, the stealing of an identity or even the stalking of everyday life it's pretty much impossible to truly protect yourself and that becomes more apparent as technology advances.
By far this was the hardest or all projects for me in that it took forever to accurately do what I wanted. I knew I wanted to do some kind of split screen that conveyed the visual of being watched by a predator, but I couldn't get it right for days. I first tried Adobe Premier, but after two days of tutorials i gave up and moved on to Wondershare that's supposed to be a dumbed down version of premiere and that wasn't getting me anywhere either. Finally after chatting with friends I was referred to the video collage app Collage Marker (duh!) that was very user friendly and actually helped me finalize my final concept. Which is the surveillance style videos of myself moving through my home and ultimately ends with me about to undress. When I saw the different the template options with the center square I knew exactly what I wanted. I used a basic instagram filter to film the center shot to remove any humanity from the villain and I couldn't be happier with how this came out. I would love to see it projected in a large screen format and if there was more time it would be cool to curate a show based on it and others from the class.
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viki & hickeys
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the 8th installment to netflix & chill :~)
SUMMARY Just like in those Viki dramas Jungkook likes, the world around you is enveloped in shades of pink and red, kisses and hearts, so many goddamn roses it makes you sneeze. It’s absolutely perfect— nothing could possibly go wrong when there’s so much love in the air.  WARNINGS a little hurt + a lot of comfort, mentions of cheating!villain!jin, insecure!kook, emotional breakdowns, mentions of jk’s lonely past, jk cries :( smut in the forms of making out, eating out, fingering, clit play, hickeys, jk likes cum, double orgasm, squirting, tiny praise kink, blindfolding, rough + unprotected sex, doggy style, choking!!!, breeding/impreg kink, JEALOUS KOOK, mini hand kink, a lil bit of spanking, degradation, he gets progressively meaner lol oc cries MISC there’s a lot of fuckin plot omfg -_-, it’s Valentine’s Eve!, doyeon makes Some Points, mentions of park seojoon juicy ass, they go on a d8 😳, oc like rlly wants to marry him, oc commits double phone homicide  RATING m (18+) WC 16.3k !!!! ik its fckin LOOOONG
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NOTES (!) in true Viki fashion, here’s an nc fic where there’s like 3 different plot lines n a hot male antagonist <3 this series started off as just me wanting to write smut n it still is! now i just like to infuse different levels of angst into it as well </3 as always, lemme know what u think!! i proofread it twice but one of those times had been at 4 am so if u see a typo no u didn't. also here’s a gif  of jungkook crying during a dolly parton performances and here’s another gif of jungkook crying bc it’s scary how pretty he looks
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Being evil and hot does not come for free. As you’ve long since learned in the past twenty-three years of your life, you truly can’t have it all. 
There is always some deliberating character flaw the universe must bestow upon you in order to level you out, make you fall onto the same plane as all the other mortals. Everyone has one, no matter how small or insignificant. Doyeon’s is that she doesn’t know how to work a straightening iron. Namjoon's is that he can’t tell the difference between water and liquor. Jungkook, despite all his tech-y nerdiness, doesn’t know how to do his own taxes. And yours? You don’t know shit about romcoms. 
Your knowledge on the romantic genre is what leads to this predicament now, the ring on your finger heavy as Doyeon regards you with what is perhaps the most unimpressed look known to mankind. “This is a promise ring,” she says bluntly, the bustling sounds of the coffee shop around you the soundtrack to your sudden realization. 
“No,” you deny, even though you know she’s right. “It’s an engagement ring.”
Doyeon rolls her eyes. “Babe,” she starts slowly, talks to you like you’re a dorky high schooler with her first boyfriend, “did he ask you to marry him?”
The truth is, the timing had been weird. It had been a few days after you’d rocked Jungkook’s world so you understand if he felt the sudden need to pop the question. But you were also sick as fuck that day, had only vaguely remembered the events because you were too busy with the snot up your nose and the raging fever you were battling. Had Jungkook asked you to marry him? 
You’re not so sure. 
It’s been a little over a month since then, and sure his lack of proactive wedding planning was a little weird, but you had always assumed Jungkook was one of those people who liked long engagements. Liked to drag out the last few months as a bachelor. Maybe he was waiting until you were both financially stable or something, who knows. 
Doyeon had been on some soul-searching journey around the country, so she hadn't been home for a while, had only heard of the ring through a two-second snapchat. This is the first time she’s seeing you and it in person; you can tell by the expression on her face that she’s rightfully disappointed. 
“Have you no shame, woman?” she tuts, arms crossed over her chest. “You have me parading around the world bragging about your engagement— just for this?”
You knock your forehead against the table, know it’s dirty and icky, but you deserve it. “Listen,” you huff. “I’ve only seen The Notebook, like, once.”
She scoffs. “I can tell. This is so embarrassing, don’t tell me you’ve brought it up to him?”
At her words you startle, nearly send the drinks flying across the floor. “No!” you shout, mindlessly reaching to twist the ring around your finger. It’s become a habit these past few weeks, a comfort to feel it around you. Granted, the feeling is a little muted now. “Of course he’d get me a promise ring,” you grumble, gaze flickering down to the silver band on your ring finger. “Jungkook loves all that cheesy corny stuff.” He really did. 
You’ve had enough of Doyeon’s disappointment, decide this coffee date has brought you enough three am anxiety material for the next year and a half. You conclude your date by taking a walk around town, arms locked together as you laugh at people who pass by because you’re both a little mean. 
“Maybe it’s for the best,” she says, and you agree. Well, a promise ring certainly meant something. It was, essentially, a pre-engagement ring. And the engagement ring that followed was a pre-wedding ring. And a wedding ring was, well, a wedding ring. Your heartbeat thunders at the thought. “You’re busy right now anyway,” she points out, snapping you out of your bumbling thoughts. “Aren’t you getting promoted at work soon?” 
Oh, you certainly were getting promoted at work. After many grueling months of hard work and dedication, the fruits of your labor were finally being recognized. Gone were the days of useless desk work, intern-like errands that barely required the use of any higher-order brain functions. You had worked hard these past few months, proved your worth over and over again, until you were here. Getting promoted into a new branch at your company— one where your talents were actually needed. And truth be told, there was one man to thank for that. 
Your friend and superior, Kim Seokjin. 
Seokjin is a great boss. In fact, you could argue he’s the best in the entire world and that, if it wasn’t for him, you would have quit this job that first month you started. But you had him to push you along, friendly smiles and encouragements that kept you going until this point, where you’re being promoted up into a branch where your degree finally matters. And it was all thanks to him! What Kim Namjoon was to Jungkook, Kim Seokjin was to you. 
So what if he cheated on his wife and flirted with the secretaries— Seokjin was practically a god in your eyes. 
And what Seokjin did in his free time was frankly none of your business anyway. You were colleagues at work, got along fairly well, but outside of work you were practically strangers. He was your beloved work colleague, someone Jungkook teased you about endlessly despite never having met him, and you were immensely thankful for him. “Should I be scared he’ll steal you from me?” Jungkook had joked one night, standing behind you as you scrolled through your company profile page. “He is a little handsome.”
You had pinched his side, smiling at his feigned concern when he pressed his lips to your temple. “You’re right,” you had joked back, “he is sooo cool.” And Jungkook had bitten you on the shoulder, laughed that pretty laugh when you yelped in surprise. 
Anyway, Kim Seokjin was a god, Jungkook was on his way to maybe, hopefully, one day, being your husband, and all was well. 
To honor this moment in time, you decide to swing by Jungkook’s place after your date with Doyeon, finding him lazily sprawled across his living room couch while What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim? plays on the Jumbotron. He’s in between projects right now, so he’s spent most of his time relaxing and catching up on all his favorite shows. 
Which brings you back to that deliberating character flaw of yours: no knowledge of the romantic genre to utilize in your everyday life. Your love language has always been blunt words, teasing jabs, the raw and unfiltered type of love. Emotions? Impossible to figure out. You’ve gotten pretty far in life reading verbal and physical cues; with Jungkook, you always know he’s upset when he does the little tongue-against-cheek thing, and it has saved you from many potential arguments. 
On the other hand, it is so obvious what Jungkook’s love language is when he spends fifty percent of his time on Viki, home to some of the most cheesy kdramas in existence. Most guys spend their weekends watching sports or dramatic action movies, but here was Jungkook. Watching some guy try to court his secretary. 
(Okay, he does watch sports and action movies too, but that’s not the point!)
“Hello, sweet boy,” you greet, plopping down beside him. Jungkook smiles back softly. He’s serving absolute pre-pre-husband deliciousness right now, cute glasses, fluffy curls, plaid bottoms that make him look so comfy. God, you were going to suck his dick tonight. 
Jungkook slots his mouth against yours, tastes like the chocolate cake you specifically told him not to eat without you. He blindsides you before you can scold him, pulls you onto his lap where the swell of his cock nudges against your thigh. Oh, you were definitely going to suck his dick and ride him well into the sunrise. 
“What’s my pretty girl doing here tonight?” he asks, cutely looping his fingers through yours. “Thought you were with the Wicked Witch of the West today?”
You roll your eyes, reposition yourself in a laughable attempt at pretending like you’re actually interested in the show. “We just went out for lunch,” you explain, watching the hot lead saunter across the screen. Juicy ass, but nothing compared to Jungkook’s. 
There’s a question lingering on the tip of your tongue, Doyeon’s explanations mixed with your worries, and you hold it for exactly ten seconds before you’re turning to face him head on, eyes going a little crossed from how close he is. “Hey,” you say bluntly. “Is this a promise ring?” you ask, wiggle your finger in his face. 
Jungkook blinks, once, twice, and then his face shoots up in flames. “Maybe,” he mumbles, lips pursed as he tries to avoid your gaze. He was adorable. You laugh, endeared by the red flush that crawls over his cute little cheeks and up his ears. Unable to stop yourself, you squeeze said cheeks between your hands, cooing at the annoyed expression that consumes him soon afterwards.  
“Aw, you want to marry me,” you tease, but it’s secretly a leading question for him to confess that yes, he does want to marry you. For as hot and confident as you are, you too are plagued with doubts. Doubts that can only be smoothed over by hearing it straight from Jungkook’s mouth. 
He rolls his eyes, trying to break free from your hold. “We’ve talked about this,” he murmurs, all embarrassed. But like always, Jungkook knows exactly what you want so he doesn’t deny it, and that’s good enough for you. He’s too flustered to look you in the eye now, childishly craning his head away from you when you try to force him into a staring contest. “Can I finish my show?” he whines, slightly not as hard now that you’ve reduced him into a shy, bumbling mess. It was a nice change of pace from his usual, composed self. 
But you relent, sliding off his lap to sit against his side, classic octopus hug around his waist. The episode is in full swing, not that you know anything about it. Like you said, romantic shows and movies were the least of your concerns. Jungkook, however, eats this type of shit up. “He still trying to fuck her?” you ask, not the least bit interested, but if you’re planning on sucking his dick tonight you have to listen to a few minutes of him rambling first. 
Jungkook sighs. “Yeah,” he says, “I don’t get it.” You hum, trail your hand over his abdomen teasingly. He feels so warm and lean beneath your palm, you were getting hot just thinking about it. “Why would anyone agree to dating their boss?”
You know that Jungkook’s boss is some old Facebook fart, pioneer of something on the site that neither of you two care about. So it makes sense that such a notion disturbs him. You shrug anyway. “Everyone wants to sleep with their hot boss,” you offer. “It’s like, the power dynamic, I guess.”
His frown deepens. “Would you?” Your boss isn’t exactly an old fart; the reason Kim Seokjin was such a renowned playboy is because, well, he had the looks to pull it off. Still, he had become a sort of respectable figure to you and the idea of sleeping with him doesn’t really sound appealing as much as it would to any other random bachelorette, which you admittedly were not. You glance at the screen, where Park Seojoon swaggers around in those tight slacks and fitted button-ups. 
“Hm,” you ponder, “maybe.” 
Jungkook laughs. “You’re supposed to say no, you idiot,” he says, knocks his forehead against yours softly. You can’t help but chuckle too, enamored with the happy glint in his eyes and the way his smile eats up his features. 
Oh, you loved this man. 
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Because he was so sweet and good on Christmas, you let Jungkook make the plans for Valentine’s Day. After all, it’s his favorite holiday (“Why? Well, because it’s a day all about you, and me, and us,” he had sighed dreamily in the bathtub one night, hair adorably pushed back to showcase that handsome face of his. Bubbles clung to his chest, had made you dizzy with every breath he took.), so it’s only right that he gets to make the itinerary for the day, fill it with all his favorite things. After all, cheesy romantic stuff like this was right up his lane. 
He reserves a spot at the fanciest restaurant in the city, the one that has a months long waiting list. It sounds perfect, and the closer it gets to February 13th, the more excited you become. You say 13th because the 14th is a Sunday, and as much as you would love to get on your knees and praise Jungkook’s body until the wee hours of the next day, you have work. So Sunday is off the table. And it’s better this way, you tell yourself. Everywhere would have been packed that day anyway. 
It seems like everywhere you go, the entire world is gearing up for the holiday; from the fast food drive-thru to your favorite lingerie shop, there’s Valentine’s Day specials everywhere you look. Just like in those Viki dramas Jungkook likes, the world around you is enveloped in shades of pink and red, kisses and hearts, so many goddamn roses it makes you sneeze. It’s absolutely perfect— nothing could possibly go wrong when there’s so much love in the air. 
But what good is a lovey-dovey holiday without your own lovey dove himself? 
One glance out your window and your knees feel weak, because there he is. Dressed in a loose satin button up, shoulders broad, chest defined. He’s got on these fitted dress pants that accentuate his tiny waist too, thick thighs bulging beneath the fabric. There’s a coat hugging his frame, something to shield him from the cold while he waits out on the curb, does this cute little shivering dance in an attempt to warm up his muscles. Your heart feels like it’ll explode at the sight, and you can practically hear the corny, overused romantic song playing in the background of your thoughts, so you hurriedly distract yourself by slipping tonight’s dress on. 
It’s cold outside, but the sight of Jungkook makes you feel warm and fuzzy everywhere. He’s so hot it makes you dizzy, and the sap knows it when he meets you on the sidewalk. Instinctively, his hand reaches out to tangle with yours, the other slipping around your waist. “Hi, gorgeous,” he greets playfully, kissing your knuckles. His hair has grown out a little, curls up cutely when he lets it air dry and tickles your skin when he gets too close. “Lookin’ like Secretary Kim.” 
“Oh? So does that make you my hot boss?” you tease as you make your way to the car. 
As always, he opens the door for you first, flashes you this dorky little wink as he rounds the front of the car. “If it means you’ll sleep with me tonight, then sure,” he says, buckling himself in. You roll your eyes at his claim. You don’t get to see the proud little smile on his face; by the time you’ve composed yourself, he’s already pulling off in the direction of the restaurant. 
It’s a classy thing, a restaurant and bar in some insanely tall skyscraper. Of course your seats are right beside one of the huge floor to ceiling windows, overlooking the beautiful, glittering cityscape. “Fancy,” you murmur as you sit down, catching a glimpse of the eye roll Jungkook gives you. 
“You say that about any place that serves wine,” he chuckles, reaching for the bottle on the table to pour you a glass. 
The wine tastes like perfection, aged for the perfect amount of time. Whatever that was. You don’t really know, but it tastes amazing! Still, amazement aside, you manage a scoff. “I didn’t say that about your house on our first date,” you huff anyway, throwing him a playful glare over the rim of your glass. 
Jungkook laughs, full and real this time. It’s a little too loud for the classy establishment you find yourselves in, drowns out the jazz music for a second. “That’s because it was a house,” he says, wearing that big, shiny smile you adore, “and we were watching Transformers.” An amazing date, the mere memory of it makes your toes curl. He had been so dreamy— nearly two years ago now! —and had retained that aura up to the present day. You don’t think you’ve ever been so in love with anyone or anything in this world before, as cheesy as it was to admit. 
As if sensing your sudden wandering thoughts, Jungkook nudges your ankle under the table. “Hey,” he says so softly you could melt; his voice was so silky and sweet. “Everything okay?” he asks. 
A sigh, chin in your palm. You had to have been abducted by aliens or something— there was no way this was your life, this disgustingly romantic date with this disgustingly handsome man. An episode of Black Mirror maybe? One where you get forced to live in a romantic Viki drama with the man you love, every single day for the rest of your life? Maybe. 
Dramatics aside, you could practically feel that sticky sweet, sentimental monster begging to crawl to the surface, unleash the entire Shakespearean collection of lovesick sonnets on your unsuspecting boyfriend in the middle of this restaurant. But the weird ones, were you accidentally dedicate an entire six lines to the bulge of Jungkook’s thighs in his workout pants or the heart-shaped mole on his shoulder. Those kind. Before that can happen, you settle on an equally as gentle, “I love you,” murmured for only him to hear. 
Across the table, Jungkook smiles. One of those thin ones when he’s trying to keep his composure but is actually quite flustered, his subtle bunny teeth nibbling at his lower lip. “Thanks,” he responds, still trying to play it cool, but then he almost knocks his glass down and you’re reminded just how perfect he was, flaws and all. “Me too.”
You jab the pointed tip of your stiletto against his shin. “Say it back,” you warn and he laughs. 
“I love you,” Jungkook says like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Straight out of a romantic drama, like the ones on Viki that require a minimum of four different story arcs just to get to this point. But with Jungkook, it takes a few shy smiles and maybe a kiss. It has a scorching heat rising on your cheeks, one you ward away with a hurried sip of your drink while Jungkook reaches for your hand, thumb rubbing over your promise ring as if for good luck. 
That singular phrase makes your world pause, its axis stalling while you deal with the overwhelmingly soft and gooey feelings in your chest. Oh jeez, you had to rock his world tonight. It was only right. He deserved it for making you feel like this— this silly and ditzy, like a middle schooler with her crush. 
Anyway the food gets to your table after a millennia. Jungkook orders some fancy lobster dish, one that you're pretty sure costs more than the purse you brought along tonight (to be fair, you’re a cheap buyer), and still has the audacity to poke around at your plate too. He eats enough to feed a schoolhouse full of children who’ve just come off recess, practically devouring the table cloth before you stop him. And then he doesn’t let you see the bill; “baby, don’t worry about that when you’re with me,” he purrs, warm breath fanning against the skin on your neck, drunk off pure love and strawberry lemonade because he was driving tonight. The hostess is a blushing mess, fumbling for his change as Jungkook practically gropes your ass in plain sight.
You swear he’s spending too much time on that Viki streaming service, because then, as if the romantic dinner date wasn’t enough, he whisks you off to an even more romantic walk along the river. 
If there was ever a world record for “Number of Times you can Make your Girlfriend Swoon,” you’re positive Jungkook had broken it in the span of a few hours. You feel so light-headed and in love by the time you reach the river. 
“You know,” you tell him as you walk, the serene sounds of the flowing water beside you the soundtrack to your date. Jungkook swings your joined hands between the two of you. It’s chilly but you’re so full and happy that you don’t let it bother you. “I was gonna throw wine at you when we first met.”
He cackles, that loud, airy sound again that he only lets you hear, with his head thrown back. “What?” he gasps, smiley and pretty, your pretty boy. “And why were you going to do that?”
You huff, feeling slightly embarrassed now to admit such a thing. But aside from Doyeon, no one else has ever heard this classified tale. And well, you’re feeling extra emotional tonight. An abundance of emotions in one night usually ended with you crying like a little bitch at some point or another, so you’re trying to push that off for later. “Because,” you sigh, squeezing his fingers, your lone promise ring versus his assortment of fashionable rings. “You sounded like an absolute fuck boy when you first texted me!” 
Jungkook scoffs, playfully scandalized. “Me?” he squawks, pausing to stand in front of you with wide eyes and a ridiculously huge smile, the kind that has his brows raised high, lips going thin, practically displaying every tooth in his mouth from how wide it is. 
“Jungkook,” you say calmly, shoving one finger against his chest. “You asked me to Netflix & chill for our first date.” 
He groans, using your entwined hands to pull you into his arms for a suffocating hug. “I already told you,” he laughs, patting the back of your head while you get in a few lighthearted punches against his sides. “I didn’t know what it meant.” 
“Whatever, you sleaze,” you say anyway, eventually melting into his hands. “Bet you tell all the girls that.” Jungkook makes another scandalized noise, but settles when you wrap your hands around him. He smells so good and familiar, comforting even. Like home and safety, a refuge for your heart. When you’re this close, you can hear the light beating of it beneath your ear, a steady rhythm that has you closing your eyes when he begins humming your favorite song. 
He gets about two verses in when your phone suddenly goes off. 
Everything in your body says to ignore it, to continue basking in the comfort of your boyfriend’s embrace and this absolutely perfect moment. But it’s the stupid ringtone you set for all your work peers when you first loaded the entire company contact list onto your phone, so the sound alone lets you know it’s a work-related call. And for work to be calling you on a weekend was definitely not a good sign. 
“Give me a sec,” you tell Jungkook, pulling away from his arms. He frowns but lets you go, staying close as you dig through your purse for the offending device. 
It’s Kim Seokjin calling at this peculiar hour, a fact that confuses the hell out of you. Jungkook’s bouncing on his heels in an attempt to fight off the chill, giving you his beautiful side profile as he glances down the winding sidewalk that follows the river, and then at his watch. His nose is a cute red color that you want to kiss so bad. But work calls, so you tighten up and let that dream go for now. You swipe your thumb across the screen. 
“Hello, Mr. Kim,” you greet, trying to keep the confusion out of your voice. “How can I help—“
“__, my love,” he beams through the phone, so fucking loud it has Jungkook glancing over curiously. You give him a tight-lipped smile, one he returns as he shuffles closer, trying to steal your warmth like a penguin. You let him snuggle close before turning back to the droning voice of your superior on the line. 
“Hello,” you repeat again, slowly. Jungkook takes your free hand in his; when he squeezes, the band of your promise ring digs into your skin just the slightest. “Was something the matter?” 
Seokjin laughs, loud and clear. There’s a lot of other noises filtering in through his line. Briefly, you remember that there had been some work-related party for the higher ups tonight so you write it off as that. “Does there need to be a problem for me to call you, love?” 
You falter. Beside you, Jungkook’s brows furrow together, his devilishly handsome features even more pronounced. He’s obviously heard the other man on the line. “Um,” you flounder for a second, “well, usually yes.” 
Without missing a beat, Seokjin carries on with a playful tut that you’re almost certain has him lifting the receiver up to his mouth, because it’s so goddamn loud it has you flinching away from your own device. “My __,” he says, sweet and… slurred? 
He’s never used this tone of voice on you, only on other women at the office. Something about his broken marriage and needing to heal a wound, you don’t fucking know. You can’t even begin to truly understand that logic, which is why you’ve always just ignored it. Still, in the last few months of knowing Seokjin, he has never made a pass at you. Until now, that is. And until now, you had kind of convinced yourself he saw you in a sisterly way. Which sure, was worse than being friendzoned. But this was your boss you were talking about. Whether you got sister-zoned or not by him was the least of your concerns. So what was going on? What had changed over the span of a few days that had him suddenly reaching out to you on a weekend? 
Beside you, Jungkook doesn’t look the slightest bit impressed, tongue prodding against his cheek as Seokjin rambles on the line. You wish you had lowered the volume before answering, but doing so now would appear suspicious, even you could admit that. “You’re amazing, you know that?” Seokjin praises. You nod, remember he can’t see you, and settle on a blunt thanks instead. Jin laughs. “You’re different from the rest,” he hums, voice soft and weirdly intimate. 
Jungkook’s frown deepens. “What does he want?” he murmurs, somehow managing to keep his voice calm as always. The deep furrow of his brows and the tongue-against-cheek motion he had done just a few seconds ago all indicate he’s annoyed, that much you can tell. 
You shrug, eyes wide as you hurry to get to the reason for the phone call. You’re almost certain it’s just Seokjin being drunk— many people drunkenly dial their friends and family to tell them how much they’re appreciated, this wasn’t anything weird! 
Is what you try to convince yourself, but then Seokjin’s voice is dropping an octave by your ear. “Did you get my gift?” he murmurs, voice nearly drowned out by the sounds of the event he’s at. 
“Huh?” you stammer, quite stupidly if you do say so yourself. Jungkook shifts closer, obviously trying to hear. A breeze ruffles his hair, his cologne wafting over you. “What?” 
A sigh over the line. “My gift, love,” Kim Seokjin says, loud and proud. Jungkook exhales, hard. “I had it sent to your house this evening. Something pretty for a pretty girl— don’t tell me the postman fucked that up,” he jokes and Jungkook huffs, practically breathing fire through his nose when he hears the words. 
You fidget. There had been no gift when Jungkook picked you up around sunset, not like you had expected anything to begin with. And aside from Jungkook and maybe your parents, there was no one else on this planet you wanted to receive a Valentine’s Day gift from anyway, especially not from your boss of all people. “Um,” you mumble, acutely aware of the way Jungkook’s face is nearly pressed to yours now in his effort to listen in on your phone call. “I— um, haven’t been home, Seokjin.”
Jungkook scoffs, spits out a particularly unimpressed, “Seokjin?” 
Said man doesn’t hear. “Oh, of course,” he says, almost sullenly. “I forgot you had that little boyfriend to entertain tonight.” 
It’s the breaking point for Jungkook, who leans back to glare at the phone with the heat of a thousand suns. You press it against your chest before he can hear anything else. “I’m sorry,” you rush out in a hurried whisper, eyes flickering over his face, trying to gauge the intensity of his emotions. “I think he’s drunk— he’s never said things to me like this before,” you stammer, feeling like you have to defend yourself for some reason. “I’ll- I’ll take care of it, okay?” No answer, just an aggravated shake of his head, like he’s trying to calm himself down. “Jungkook?” you say, can feel the panic begin to lace your voice when his eyes flutter shut. 
He calms your worries with a gentle head butt that has you gasping in surprise, one hard exhale fanning over you. “Okay,” he says, teeth clenched. “I’m gonna go sit.” And then he stiffly walks over to one of the many benches lining the pathway. He sits, just like he had said he would, and glares down at his hands instead. 
The sight makes you anxious, unsure of how to diffuse the situation because, like you’ve said many times before, dealing with emotions— especially someone else’s emotions —was hard. Your eyes refuse to leave his figure as you draw the phone back up to your ear again. “Hello?” you call, voice trembling when Jungkook finally looks your way. The soft look he had given you all night is nowhere to be found, replaced with this rather unreadable expression. Something between annoyance and confusion if you had to guess. You don’t know, and the fact you don’t know makes you panic. Your chest feels tight when Seokjin begins speaking again. 
“You know,” he says, “you’re quite something, __. Strong, confident. Beautiful.” Had you been anyone else, you might have been flattered by Kim Seokjin’s remarks, maybe would have swooned. He was, objectively speaking, a handsome man with a hefty bank account. 
But if that was the criteria for a man to make you swoon, then the man on the bench in front of you checked all the same boxes three times over. The man who’s brows draw closer and closer together the longer you linger on the phone. Jungkook’s foot does one agonizing tap against the concrete and you find yourself stammering into the phone. “I think you’re drunk, Jin.”
A scoff. “I am,” he agrees, and doesn't even bother to hide it. “But you remind me of her, you know that? I like that.”
It’s like he knows something is going on on the line, because Jungkook visibly bristles when you sidestep in surprise. What was going on, your brain screams. Having your superior compare you to his infidel wife was definitely not something you saw coming tonight. “Uh, okay?” you say, “listen, Seokjin— Mr. Kim, I’m... I have a boyfriend. And I really lov—“
He cuts you off. Jungkook bristles at the sudden stop of your sentence. “Yeah, yeah,” Seokjin drawls, and you can feel the sheer terror of accidentally jeopardizing your relationship with Jungkook step aside for the briefest moment to allow some annoyance to seep through. Annoyed with Seokjin and his audacity, his tone, his voice. “Mrs. Kim used to say that about me,” he chuckles humorlessly, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” A long pause. You’re unsure of how to respond. “It’s not real,” Seokjin says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world. “Love, that is.”
You clench your jaw, gathering your thoughts to respond when Seokjin beats you to it. “But you know what, love?” You don’t respond. Seokjin pushes on anyway. “Someone’s gonna cheat sooner or later— why not beat him to it?” 
Your body reacts first, a startled gasp inhaled through your lips at his disrespectful preposition. Your phone slips out of your grasp. It bounces twice, lands on the ledge that gives way to the river, and you almost kick it in when Jungkook comes up behind you. “Hey, hey,” he says sternly, tugging you away from the phone you almost killed. “What’s wrong— what did he say?”
You exhale, face warm from the discomfort sitting heavy in your chest. “Nothing,” you huff, mind slightly foggy as you try to process that awkward conversation. “It’s— it was stupid,” you spit, pressing the heels of your palms against your temples, the raging anger and confusion making your head pound now. 
You had always known Kim Seokjin wasn’t the most faithful man, that the infidelity ran both ways in his relationship. But you had never imagined he would ever compare you to her, his cheating wife, in an attempt to win you over. Furthermore, you’re downright disturbed by the fact he would even try to hit on you after all the mentoring he’d given you, all the polite smiles he’d flashed you, all the praise you had bestowed upon him to Jungkook. 
Jungkook, whose jaw twitches as his hands graze your forearms. When you look at him again, you feel an immense wave of remorse wash over you at the way his own irritation is clouded by his worry for you. He had been wronged as well— disrespected just like you —but here he was, pushing his own emotions aside for your sake. He doesn’t want to see you upset. He was so good at dealing with your emotions, knew just what to do when things became too much. 
“I’m sorry,” you mumble, lips pursed together. “I don’t know why— he’s never— I wouldn’t do that,” you settle on, voice wobbling when Jungkook’s jaw clenches. “Jungkook,” you frown, reaching for his hands, “I wouldn’t—“ 
He shushes you with another one of those gentle forehead bumps. “Calm down,” he says, voice deeper than usual. “I know you wouldn’t.” 
Weirdly, it feels like you’ve committed a grave sin against your boyfriend. A crime. “I’m sorry,” you blubber anyway, heart thundering in your chest. “That was horrible,” you huff, desperately blinking away the stinging sensation behind your eyes. “You didn’t deserve to hear that.”
“Don’t cry,” Jungkook says, so soft and comforting; stable. You want his composure, his ability to process and understand things so quickly— his maturity. Sure he had been put off by Seokjin, but he had processed it all so quickly; adapted to the situation and stepped in to save you. Meanwhile, you nearly committed cellular murder because you couldn’t handle yourself. “He’s a weirdo,” he says, for both your sakes. “You didn’t do anything wrong, sweetheart.” 
Still, you sniffle. “I’m sorry,” you say again, the heavy feeling in your chest lightening just a little bit when he pulls you into his arms. 
“Crybaby,” he teases softly, a kiss on the crown of your head. You pinch his side. “Second phone you broke in a year.”
The mood for the riverwalk is off after that, and you only walk a few more meters before Jungkook decides it’s enough. “We can still enjoy ourselves at home,” he reassures you, and the way he tries to salvage that soft, fuzzy feeling from before is admirable. So Jungkook takes you home, holds your hand the whole drive back to your place, like he knows you’re still fragile from that extremely uncomfortable interaction, need him to hold you together. Jungkook’s emotional stability guards you like a shield, covers you in a wave of comfort as you calm down. You tell him about Seokjin’s preposition and he bristles. “Prick,” he murmurs beneath his breath, grip tightening just the tiniest bit. Your ring pinches against your skin a little painfully, but you say nothing. 
There’s a box of flowers on your doorstep when you arrive, one that makes Jungkook pause at the sight. “Wonderful,” he drones, picking it up for you as you unlock the front door. It gets left on the coffee table, practically mocking the two of you as you remove your shoes and coats. “That’s your favorite flower,” Jungkook notes. 
You glance at the expensive bouquet. “It is.” 
Jungkook drops down onto your couch, eyes flickering to the meticulous arrangement in front of him. “You told him?” Not really. But back when you had thought Jungkook and you were engaged (read: last week), you had spent days looking at different floral shops that specialized in this flower, frequently leaving the tab open on your work computer. Seokjin must have seen it then. At your extended silence, Jungkook says, “nice.”
You frown, setting your heels on the shoe rack. “Baby, I didn’t,” you tell him softly, reaching for the zip on the back of your dress. It comes down, and after clearing your hips, it falls to the floor in a dark heap you pick up quickly. It leaves you scantily clad in a black lingerie set. Meanwhile, Jungkook drops his head back, glaring at your ceiling. Tentatively, you step over to him, toying with the fabric of your dress in your hands. “You said it was okay.”
“I know,” he sighs, an unexpected confession from him that makes you pause. Despite all you’ve been through, he still rarely highlighted situations that upset him. “It’s just,” he says, turning his head to look at your form again, eyes not drinking you in like you hoped he would. “It’s scary.”
The couch cushion dips beneath your weight when you settle beside him. “What is?”
Jungkook shrugs, avoiding your question by reaching for the TV remote on the coffee table, right beside the box of flowers Seokjin had sent. He opens up the Viki app in a flash— the one linked to his account —and has even loaded up the next episode of Secretary Kim when you question him again. “What’s scary, Jungkook?” you repeat. 
On screen, there’s a beautiful scene on a bridge, the two leads happily conversing. It’s serene, something neither you nor Jungkook feel at the moment. 
Eventually, he says, “you could leave.”
You pause. “What do you mean?” Leave? Where on earth would you leave to when this was your home? He doesn’t meet your gaze. 
Another scene passes by on screen, some cheesy line and an even cheesier promise. Jungkook’s foot taps against the floor, the sound dull against the plush rug beneath you. It’s a nervous tick you’ve only seen him do at the height of truly stressful situations. Weird because just half an hour before you had dubbed him as the epitome of calm and collected at the river. 
“I thought he was cool before.” 
He did. But the word ‘cool’ didn’t always have the same meaning for Jungkook as it did for you. 
In the past, Jungkook had frequently joked about having to meet Kim Seokjin and thank him for all the help he’s given you at work. After all, up until now, you had only ever had good things to say about the man, raving about his cool demeanor and respectable work ethics. Now, the memories paired with the conversation from earlier leave a bad taste in your mouth. 
You’re a little confused with Jungkook right now; part of you had convinced yourself that whatever happened on the phone earlier with Seokjin was put behind you, marked off as an anomaly in the evening. After all, Jungkook himself had said it was okay. Park Seojoon appears on screen, and you can’t help but glare at the character, residue emotions from the river pushed off onto this innocent actor. 
Still, Jungkook surprises you. “It’s just that—“ he sighs. And then, “what if you leave?” 
You blink, eyes trained on his side profile and the way he’s nervously chewing through his bottom lip until it tints a red shade, gives way to sensitive skin when he bites too hard. “Why would I leave?” 
He says nothing. On screen, Park Seojoon says something so cheesy and romantic that it would have otherwise made you cringe, made Jungkook soft. But he’s stiff as a board beside you instead. You almost think he’s going to disregard the entire conversation when he finally speaks again. “Well.” You perk up at the sound of his voice, overly aware of the way he’s started picking at the skin around his thumb again, another nasty habit you’ve been trying to help him get over. “He’s cool. Rich.”
“And so are you,” you offer, covering his hand with your own. 
Jungkook ignores you, releasing a long, shaky exhale. Somehow, he’s exuding a similar energy as before; discontentment mixed with understanding. Like he’s greatly conflicted but forcing himself to remain calm. Another trembling inhale, and then Jungkook quietly recites, “everyone wants to sleep with their hot boss.” 
You recoil just the slightest, brows pinched together at the absurd conclusion he’s drawn. “Baby, that was just a silly conversation,” you say slowly, slipping your hand into his. He squeezes so tight you’re afraid he’ll break your bones. “And we were joking—“
“I know!” he exclaims, enveloping your significantly smaller hand in both of his before bringing them up to his face, lips pressed against your knuckles. It’s not a kiss, more so a desperate need to feel you against him. Eyes wide, you can’t do anything but watch as that collected exterior slips away, revealing a whirlwind mess of emotions. It’s a rather unexpected show from Jungkook. “It was a joke. We were joking. But I’m—“ his jaw clenches. His voice is so tiny when he speaks again. “I get scared sometimes, __.” 
His emotional outburst renders you speechless, watching as he squeezes his eyes shut, jaw clenching, hands trembling. 
It’s a stark image change from the cool Jungkook that had comforted you at the river, had patted the back of your head when you had been so distraught. His chest heaves for air and you don’t know what to do; it’s always the other way around, him comforting you, that when it comes down to this you find yourself at a loss. It makes you feel like you don’t know enough about yourself or him or your relationship in general to help him, always so lost when things like this happen. 
Jungkook has never been good at expressing negative emotions, always preferring to bottle them up and only show you his very best side. Granted, he’s been getting better at letting go lately, has whispered his doubts to you in the dead of night after a particularly grueling project, an uncomfortable social meeting. But he always waits until you’re half asleep and in the dark to tell you how he feels, hushed worries that you barely remember the next morning. And by then, Jungkook’s moved on from them anyway, flashes you a pretty smile and purposefully guides you away from that conversation. You know he’s started keeping a journal recently, but aside from seeing the blanks pages when he’d first gotten, you don’t have a clue what happened afterwards. It’s probably hidden away somewhere, his feelings locked up in a cupboard or a box, the secrets it holds never to be spoken of aloud. 
He doesn’t like talking about his more personal problems, hoards them until you’re forced to intervene. Find him slumped over at his dining table with bags under his eyes, the skin on his lower lip bitten beyond belief. 
Rarely does he sit down and express himself like this, lays his heart out carefully for you to see. Had he not said so right now, you would have never known Jungkook struggled with such doubts about you and your relationship. 
(It makes your heart ache at the realization.) 
Jungkook always acts like everything is okay, always forces himself to hold it together for the sake of you and, quite frankly, everyone else. He’s there when Taehyung breaks up with his girlfriends, pats him on the back and lets him run through every video game he has on his PS5. He’s there for Namjoon when his thesis becomes too much, proofreads it even though he doesn’t understand a word just for the sake of giving his best friend another perspective. Hell, he had even been there for Doyeon when her new landlord had tried to overcharge her, had carried the bulk of your argument when you ran off to try and fight with the old man. 
(“He’s too nice sometimes,” she had murmured the next morning at her place. After the shouting match the night before, you had crashed with Doyeon on her new bed, your sweet boyfriend taking up her couch. Somehow, you and Jungkook had managed to knock a clean seventy-five bucks off her monthly bill. It wasn’t much, but for an apartment in the city it sure felt like a lot. 
You had hummed, patting the top of his head on the way to the kitchen. “He’s a good boy,” you had said, heart thrumming when he instinctively pushed closer to your hand, nuzzling into you even in his sleep. “He cares about everyone a lot. Worries to death about his friends.”
The state of their relationship was weird; they were always fighting about one thing or another, ‘eternal enemies’ as Doyeon liked to claim. 
But for the first time, she hadn’t denied they were, in fact, friends. Instead, she had quietly stood at the breakfast nook overlooking the living room with a somber look on her face that was completely unlike the Doyeon you knew. She didn’t respond with her usual backhanded compliments, didn’t even call him a gremlin either. 
“He even worries about you, Miss Wicked Witch of the West,” you had teased, reaching over to pull Jungkook’s shirt down where it had ridden up, exposing his cute belly button to the cold apartment. She had sipped at her mug of coffee, eyes foggy and distant. “It just takes him a while.” 
“He’s always cared about you though,” she had murmured then, and you had marked it off as her being half asleep. But Doyeon had given you this look, a look so profoundly wise, as if she was saying, “more than you’ll ever know.”) 
Most importantly, Jungkook is always there for you. He holds you in his arms, strokes your back comfortingly whenever something goes wrong. Listens to your concerns and offers you advice, learns new things for the sole purpose of helping you out. Lets you make stupid decisions and always saves you at the last minute. And you want to repay him for all that, want to look after Jungkook like he does for everyone else. But it’s hard, it’s so fucking hard, when he doesn’t let you in, when he holds his emotions at bay for the sake of protecting yours. When you don’t even know where to start sometimes. 
The beating of your heart is accompanied by a dramatic orchestral ensemble on screen, violins and flutes as the two lovers reconcile some issue with a kiss. Beside you, your own lover is one second away from falling apart. “Hey,” you say quietly, slipping your hand out of his to hesitantly place on his back instead. With your release, Jungkook uses his empty hands to drag over his face, hide himself from you. “I’m not going to leave you, Jungkook,” you try and comfort, “I love you.” 
He shakes his head, dark locks bouncing around. “I know, I know,” he sighs, but it doesn’t sound like he believes you. It sounds like he’s forcing himself into composure again, jaw flexing as he shakes his head. “But— what if—” another aggravated huff, his thighs jumping anxiously. “You’ll get bored.” Not a question, but a statement. 
“Of you?” you ask anyway. He nods. “I won’t.”
He sits up so suddenly you have to move away to avoid bumping into him. “You will,” he urges, finally looking at you, distress painted over every inch of his face. “That guy, that Seokjin, he sounds more interesting than me. He sounds cool and put together, like the world is his oyster and,” he rubs the heels of his hands against his eyes. “You talk about him sometimes and... and you call him a god, __,” he stresses, doesn’t leave room for you to object. “And I know you’re joking, but—“ a sharp inhale, and then, quietly, “everyone gets bored of me, __.” 
Your frown deepens. “But I won’t,” you argue, confident in your claim, shifting onto your knees beside him. Your dress is thrown over the armrest of the couch, and the draft in your apartment makes goosebumps rise on your bare flesh. “You’re not boring, Jungkook,” you tell him, voice softening when his features pinch up, nose wrinkling as he wards off the stinging behind his eyes. 
It’s teenage trauma. Jungkook had told you at least that much before, this crippling sense of loneliness and an inferiority complex that hindered him during an influential growth period of his life. It’s why he’s so quiet when he has so much to say, why he brings you along to every party he gets invited to; he’s never felt like he was enough by himself. 
Sometimes, it leaks into his confessions. “I don’t deserve you,” he says frequently, but some days you want to hot glue him to a chair and force him to listen to every reason why he does and always will deserve you or anyone for that matter. “You make me better,” he claims, but he does that all on his own, lights up the world with his smile alone. 
He’s gotten better, that much you’ve learned from Namjoon and Taehyung. And even you’ve noticed it on your own, watched as he animatedly talked with his friends and his coworkers, drew people naturally to him with his warm aura. 
Even still, there’s moments where he relapses. Moments like this. 
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs beside you, “I know I’m a handful—“
“You’re not,” you interrupt, cupping his soft cheek in your hand, turning him to face you. Jungkook leans into the touch, and your heart breaks in half when a tear escapes over his waterline, pretty eyes brimming with tears. “You’re not a handful, Jungkook,” you tell him, shuffling closer until you can press your forehead against his. The truth is, you don’t know how to comfort him, but this is how he’s always comforted you; it feels nice when he does it for you. “You’re just enough,” you say, voice soft because it feels like your precious boy is about to fall apart in your arms, his shallow breaths rivaling the volume of the television. “You’ve always been enough.” 
He sniffles, and another tear tickles the side of your thumb, catching the light. “I’m sorry,” he repeats anyway, a disbelieving chuckle tacked on at the end. 
“Don’t be,” you shush, pushing away a strand of hair when he leans closer. His frown is still prominent, pink lips red and soft under your thumb when you tap your finger against them. “You can tell me when things worry you, you know,” you inform him, heart swelling when his eyes fall shut and he leans into your touch. He’s so handsome, the cute little mole beneath his lip begging to be kissed. “I’ll always listen.”
Jungkook hums, breathing evening out. “I know you will,” he says. “But I like listening to your voice more, and I can’t do that when I’m talking.” 
You snort and Jungkook finally lets a tiny smile slip. “Don’t flirt with me so soon after your meltdown,” you mumble, kissing his cheek softly. 
Jungkook chuckles, real this time, and sniffles right afterwards. “I’ll flirt with you whenever I want.” And, because he’s just so full of surprises tonight, he sniffles once more before he’s unceremoniously tackling you back onto the couch. You squeal, the TV remote digging into your back painfully. It has the volume accidentally skyrocketing, startling the both of you with an ear-shattering orchestral piece at the height of some emotional scene. Jungkook scrambles to free the device and lower the volume before your eardrums burst. “I didn’t even know your TV could go that loud,” he says, and he’s speaking normally but the deafening violins are still reverberating in your head, making him sound quieter than he really is. 
“Come here,” you say instead, and he obeys, crawling into your arms, mouth hovering just over yours. “You feeling better?”
Jungkook nods, dark hair bouncing. “You make me better,” he tries, but after tonight’s realization, you respond to his corny words with a pinch against his doughy cheek instead. 
“Don’t say that,” you frown, toying with one of the earrings decorating his ear. The tip of his nose is flushed red, the exertion from crying catching up to him. His lashes are dark, probably feel so heavy with the residual tears that cling to them. 
Jungkook repositions himself, guides your legs around his waist. “Why not? It’s true.” He glances at your mouth. “You make my life better.”
“Wrong,” you say bluntly, brushing his hair back with your hands. “Your own perception and understanding of your experiences makes your life better. I just happen to be in it.” Jungkook looks the tiniest bit surprised at your suddenly logical argument. “Trust me, I saw it in a documentary the other day.” 
At that he laughs, full and loud, pecking your lips once with a sweet smile on his face. “Now I know you’re lying,” he grins, gently nudging his nose against yours. The drama on the TV is but a quiet hum compared to the pounding of your heart in your chest when he looks at you like that. “Because you don’t even like documentaries.” 
You kiss him softly, holding his hair back for him. He tastes a little bit like the chocolate cake he had at the restaurant and the lemonade he drank (he didn’t indulge in the sweet wine with you because he needed to drive). His lips mold perfectly against yours, and he sighs softly when he finally draws back. “But I like you,” you purr. 
Jungkook’s eyes darken, one heavy exhale fanning across the lower half of your face. You readjust the leg around his waist, pull him closer just the slightest bit. “Don’t flirt with me so soon after my meltdown,” he repeats, lips brushing against yours. You chuckle. “You don’t know what that means to me.” You can roughly guess, but that opportunity is taken away when Jungkook slots his mouth against yours, soft lips molding to yours. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, wastes no time slipping in when you open for him, hot and wet. 
Jungkook’s fingers are just as warm when he trails them up the back of your thigh, pulls you impossibly closer until the buckle on his belt is pressed flush against your mound. A tiny whimper escapes your lips, chest jumping just the slightest from the pressure. It makes Jungkook pull away with an easygoing grin, chocolate eyes half-lidded. “You okay?” he murmurs, breath a little shaky from the kiss. You nod, tangling your fingers behind his head and pulling him in close again. 
He evades your puckered lips, ducking down to press his own against your throat, right beneath your jaw. “Ugh,” you groan, digging your nails into his back through his satin shirt. “I wanted a kiss.”
Jungkook nips at your skin, this tiny gesture that couldn’t hurt even if he tried. “You always want a kiss,” he retorts softly, the quiet smack of his lips filling your ears as he bestows a series of smooches against your skin. And it’s so devastatingly tender how he handles you, like you’re made of glass and will break at a moment’s notice, like he wants to treasure your body for the rest of his—
Jungkook chomps down, hard, and you hiss. “Sit still,” he orders, soothing over the bite with one broad lick of his tongue. 
You whimper. “That hurt.” 
“And it’ll hurt even more if you keep moving,” he warns you, and before you can ask what that even means, he’s leaving another stinging bite just further down. It’s at the midway point of your neck, right in front, and you can feel your heartbeat in your throat when he sucks a painful mark over it. “There,” he says, mostly to himself. “All mine.”
Your legs tighten around him, and you fight down the wave of heat that threatens to consume you when he places one final kiss over the second mark— the hickey. 
Jungkook doesn’t usually leave them. In fact, you can rarely recall a time where he had purposefully gone out of his way to mark you up like this. It was always accidental, always unplanned, because he knew how troublesome it was for you to cover them up for work the next morning. Work, where your coworkers and your bosses and Seokjin could see. 
Brows pinched together, your brain begins to draw a connection, one that Jungkook is soon confirming himself. “Everyone will see that now,” he hums, kissing a trail down your neck. 
Of course. 
You pat the back of his head in amusement, hiding a smile against his soft locks. Before you can say anything more, maybe tease him for being so cute, there’s a hand on your hip that snaps you out of your scheming. Jungkook lifts his head, does that endearing little head shake that pushes his hair out of his eyes, before leaning in for another languid kiss. 
It’s even slower than the first, mostly because he’s a little too preoccupied with running his hands over your body now. It starts at your shoulder, teasingly snaps the strap of your bra as you push your tongue down his throat. Jungkook whimpers, that pretty sound that makes you desperate to hear more. It’s the same sound that he always makes when he wants to be pampered, wants you to kiss his entire body while he lays there and takes it. 
And you’re all too ready to act on it. 
Duty calls and you’re there to answer, tilting his head for him with your hands against his cheeks. He sighs against you, breath trembling as it tickles across your skin. That soft and tender way that makes you melt because he’s just so precious, so dreamy. 
But you’re too caught up in your plotting to remember the hand he’s got on your hip, the one that teases the waistband of your panties with one lone finger. It’s only when Jungkook pulls away from your inviting mouth, his other hand holding you down by your shoulder, that you’re snapped back into reality. His lips are swollen and red, slick from your tongue, and so tantalizingly kissable. He huffs out a breath, eyes flickering over your face. “Can I touch you,” he husks, and gives into the temptation to press a kiss against your jaw. 
“Yes, please,” you shiver, hypnotized by his hungry stare. 
Jungkook wastes no time, pressing another kiss against the bruising mark over your throat that dissolves into a series of lighter smooches he trails down between your breasts. His hands come up to cup your boobs over your bra, giving them one harsh squeeze that has you releasing a long exhale as he moves between the valley and down your tummy, over your belly button. “Open,” he says at your pubic bone, carefully guiding your legs apart until you’re spread wide for him. 
The dark panties you’re wearing tonight— the super expensive ones you had spent an hour measuring your body for the exact sizing —receive one light kiss over the front. “Always so pretty for me,” Jungkook murmurs, tracing one lone finger down the middle. Your stomach contracts when he nudges it against you, the soft material of your panties just barely pushed between your folds. 
As his hand occupies itself with some relatively light foreplay, Jungkook tasks himself with leaving another tingling mark against your skin. This time, it’s on the inside of your thigh. He starts it off slowly, a few littered kisses against the skin until he deems one spot worthy enough and abruptly sinks his teeth into you. “Not so hard,” you whimper, reaching down to bury your hands in his hair. 
Jungkook lets it go, sloppily licking over the area. “You like it hard,” he husks, meeting your gaze as he licks one, long stripe over the tender skin. “Don’t you?” You nod demurely, pressing your knuckles against your lips to hold back a tiny moan from slipping past your lips. 
With that new mark blooming over your skin, Jungkook transfers his attention to your pussy, hidden beneath the soft material of your panties. One finger hooks under the hem, tucking them aside until he can see you in your entirety. “Fuck,” he groans, pressing one light kiss over your clit that makes you inhale sharply, fingers digging into his scalp. Jungkook throws one final glance your way before letting his tongue slip past his lips, the very tip flicking against your clit. 
Your breathing becomes shallow, anticipation building in the pits of your stomach as he slowly but surely begins playing with you. His tongue is so warm and wet, nudges your throbbing clit, nose pressed against your mound. “Mmm,” he moans, eyes fluttering shut as his mouth works wonders. 
“Ah,” you gasp, whiny and high-pitched, when he dips one finger past your wet folds. The entry is seamless, his pointer finger sinking into the velvet walls of your cunt as his tongue swirls against your hardened bud. “Jungkook,” you mewl, knocking your heel against his shoulder. Jungkook huffs, suctions his lips around your clit. The cold metal of the rings he always wears— the duo set from that Chrome Hearts brand he likes so much —presses against the trembling lips of your pussy, makes your back arch when he twists his finger inside of you. 
He’s so precise with his tongue, knows just how long and how hard to lick against your pulsing clit until you’re trembling, thighs quivering. Briefly, he pulls away, flicks his hair to the side in one suave motion that lets you see his dark eyes when he glances back up at you again, covered in a thick sheen of lust that makes them appear almost black as opposed to his usual warm brown. His hands reach for the waistband of your panties, tug them off with one fluid pull. 
“So pretty for me,” he murmurs, the end of his words laced with a slight rasp that makes your hips jump. “All for me,” he says, roughly pushing his finger into you again. The harshness makes your entire body tighten up in surprise, eyes fluttering shut when he slips his middle finger alongside his pointer this time around. 
“Baby, wait,” you whimper, walls fluttering around the two digits. Jungkook leans back in, presses a chaste kiss against your clit that makes your breathing stall as he thrusts his fingers into you. 
He ignores your cries, locks his lips at the juncture where your thigh meets your body, sensitive skin that bruises all too easily when he sucks against it too hard. “Only for me,” he sighs, all pretenses discarded as he begins rapidly and roughly fucking his fingers into you. It’s intense, has your thighs quaking as he speeds them up. 
The coil in your stomach tightens, and you have to bite down on your knuckles to stop the litany of whimpers from slipping past your lips when Jungkook ducks down again. He bypasses your quivering clit, warm tongue licking at the warm, wet folds around his fingers instead. The proximity makes the tip of his round nose brush along the length of your cunt, a sight and sensation that makes you moan, his bangs harshly tugged away from his forehead to give you the perfect view. 
It’s with a particularly hard shove and twist combination of his fingers into your clenching walls that you cum, a gasp caught in your throat as your hips push toward him, chasing the feeling Jungkook bestows upon you. Your breathing is a mess, inhales too short, your exhales inconsistent, as Jungkook slows the speed of his fingers inside of you, lets your cum ooze out around them, coat his fingers and his rings. 
“No,” you cry, watching that look come over his face when he withdraws his hand, the look that usually follows him sucking your cum into his mouth. “Jungkook, you don’t have to do that—” you whine, reaching for his wrist and yanking it towards you. 
Jungkook follows, crawls back up beside you as he chases his own sticky fingers. “It’s mine,” he urges, has this weird look in his eyes you don’t think you’ve ever seen before. And just as quickly as it crosses his features, he’s lurching forward to catch his own fingers in his mouth. It’s lewd, the way his tongue wraps around them, leaves them sleek under the TV glow, tattoos and rings glistening. He has the audacity to moan, eyes fluttering shut as his devious tongue slips down between his fingers, so long and precise. There’s a tiny noise that tears itself from your throat, one that has him flickering his clouded gaze up to you as his fingers are released from between his own lips. “You like that,” he murmurs, wet fingers trailing down your cheek, capturing your chin to turn your face his way completely. 
His tongue is sinful as it slips past your lips again, the tangy taste of yourself clinging to him. His breathing feels hot, suffocating. But his kisses are so good, make your mind go blank. So blank, that the fingers that rub at your clit surprise you completely. “Kook,” you gasp, breaking away from him in surprise. 
Jungkook doesn’t let you get far, capturing your mouth with his again. The two fingers you had felt on your chin are gone, firmly pressed against your swollen clit, experimentally rubbing against it. Never mind the fact you were still sensitive from your first orgasm, thighs quivering when he drags them against the wet, soft skin. It makes you shudder, breaking away from him a second time for a desperately needed inhale of fresh air. Jungkook follows behind closely, pressing kisses over your jawline, your chin, as his fingers continue moving against your clit.
He has them pressed together, rubbing at the front of your slit where that bundle of nerves is hidden. It makes your stomach contract, hips jerking forward into the touch in an effort to match him, to speed up the process. “You were made for me, pretty girl,” Jungkook huffs against your cheek, nose pressed against your skin because he’s just so close, practically molded into your side as his fingers send rhythmic shocks of ecstasy up your spine.
Your mouth drops open, stuttered gasps filtering through your lips as Jungkook takes advantage of your sensitive body to draw out another orgasm. But there’s a weird sensation that builds in your stomach this time, one that brings with it a sense of panic. “Wait—“ you gasp, fisting the silky material of his shirt beneath one clenched fist. “Jungkook,” you warn, toes curling.
He responds with a harsh nip against your lower lip that makes you whimper. “Go ahead,” he purrs, rubbing his fingers over you at an insane speed, one that has your juices sloppily spread over your pussy, makes you buck into him and moan against his mouth. 
The feeling grows, an intense, unfamiliar thing that you rarely recall ever feeling before, gasping for air as Jungkook’s fingers caress your clit, pressing down hard. “Fffuck, fuck,” you sob, mouth opening in a silent scream, eyes rolling backwards as you feel your pussy lips contract harder than ever before, thighs quivering as your juices squirt out of you, lower body reduced to jello as Jungkook quickens his movements, wrists jerking back and forth as your pleasure sprays out of you. “Ju— Jungkook,” you wail, forcefully slamming your thighs shut when he doesn’t stop, the pleasure seemingly never-ending under such a torturous touch. “Stop—stop,” you beg, eyes filling with tears that spill over when his trapped hand manages one final rough rub against your clit accompanied by a final gush of wetness. 
Only then does he stop, leaning back on his knees to drink you in with dark eyes that make you quiver. There’s no trace of his usual post-orgasm cockiness, the smile he’ll flash you, the teasing jabs. Nothing, just a frankly terrifying gaze that has you self-consciously pressing your hands over your chest. 
Jungkook doesn’t take kindly to it, roughly snatching one of your wrists up until you’re sitting up, the traces of your own orgasm present in the damp couch cushions beneath you, inner thighs coated in a thin sheen of your own pleasure. Jungkook leans in close, nose bumping against yours. “You came like that for me,” he says quietly, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. You nod, eyes wide and teary when he reaches for the front of his shirt, giving it the same treatment he usually gives yours; two hands at the front, yanking it apart until the buttons are torn from their stitches and bouncing across your floor. 
He throws it off to the side, his tan skin highlighted by the cool tones of the television, the dark sleeve of his tattoo especially prominent. The black ink almost looks blue under this light. You’re so distracted by the perfect swirls and doodles on Jungkook’s skin that you don’t realize that same hand is reaching for you until it’s too late, long fingers wrapping around your throat to jerk you forward, head tipping back to look up at him. “Say it, sweet girl,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded. “Tell me you’re mine.”
The fingers around your throat squeeze once and then slowly begin tightening. You gasp, meeting his hooded gaze with yours, lips quivering for a response that’s stuck in your throat, trapped by your own surprise and tightening airways. Frantically, you reach for his wrists with both hands, not to pull Jungkook’s hand away, but to ground yourself from the hazy cloud of lust the moment evokes. 
Still, your body isn’t as strong as you thought, and once Jungkook reaches a certain tightness around your throat you find yourself coughing. Instantly, he loosens his grip. But not too much. “I- I’m yours,” you rasp out, gasping for air. 
For now, it satisfies Jungkook enough for him to release you. And while you’re grateful for the rush of fresh air that fills your lungs, the phantom ghost of his grip around your throat sends a new gush of wetness between your thighs. One that grows tenfold when Jungkook reaches for his belt, undoes it easily. It comes off with one fluid motion, carelessly shucked off to the side as his attention moves to the front of his pants instead. 
He doesn’t let you sit around uselessly. “On your knees,” he says, so quietly you almost don’t hear it. “Sit on your knees facing the table.”
You blink slowly, the dry tears on your cheeks leaving stiff trails against your makeup. It takes a moment for your brain to process his request, one long second that has Jungkook pausing in his movements, leveling you with one solemn glare that eventually has you springing into action. You hastily slip off the couch, shuffling toward the coffee table between it and the television. The rug is soft beneath your knees, a luxury you can’t enjoy to the fullest because there’s a ball of excitement and fear stuck in your throat. (Right beneath your bruised skin and recuperating windpipes.) Sitting back on your calves, it feels like every nerve is standing stiff as you await his instructions. 
“Bra off,” Jungkook says from behind you, and you’re startled by the sudden ripping of stitches behind you, almost turning to look at him. He stops you with one hand around the back of your neck, drawing a surprised gasp from you. “Sit still,” he commands, your back stiff straight, eyes focused on the screen. After a beat, Jungkook lets you go, pats the back of your head gingerly. “Good girl.”
A whimper catches in your throat at the praise, and you barely manage to bite down on it in time, hurriedly reaching behind you. Your hands fidget over the clasps on your bra, and you nearly jump out of your skin when one lone finger traces down your spine, undoing your bra for you. You don’t know why, but you say, “thank you.”
The television changes scenes in front of you, the bright colors a stark contrast to the darkness of Jungkook’s eyes. Your hands tremble in front of you, fingers anxiously tangling with each other. A few inches beside you, there’s a dark red box filled with the flowers from—
Suddenly, your vision goes dark, hands instinctively reaching up to your eyes. The pads of your fingers come in contact with a soft material, smooth and silky. Just like— “Is this… ?” you murmur, hands sliding across the makeshift blindfold Jungkook’s made for you, the same texture as his shirt had been. 
He doesn’t grace you with an answer, just a hand against your hip as he, presumably, settles behind you. “Does it matter?” Jungkook says instead, voice all too close to your ear. Your entire body locks up, hands quickly returning to their spot against the coffee table. 
Just as you’d suspected, Jungkook is all too close now, hands crawling over your body. They start at your waist, massage the skin tenderly, lovingly, before gliding up to cup your breasts. You shiver, a quiet exhale escaping you as Jungkook rubs his palms over your boobs, trapping your stiff nipples between his fingers. A sound threatens to escape you, and you trap it behind a bitten lip, fists clenched against the table before you. “You know,” Jungkook says conversationally, like he’s not pinching your nipples enough to make you squirm. “Who else do you think can make you come like this?”
You brain lags. “W- What?” you stutter, thighs pressing together to ward away the arousal. Not like they’re already sticky from before, from when Jungkook had made you squirt. 
Jungkook doesn’t miss a beat, pressing a kiss against your shoulder that he trails up to your ear, nibbling at your earlobe. “Who else,” he says slowly, “can make you come like this?”
It’s not a trick question— no one could. You tell Jungkook as much. “I— no one,” you answer, rolling your lips in when he kisses the tender spot beneath your ear again. 
His kisses feel loud, but not as loud as his voice when he says, “exactly.” You swallow, gripping at the edge of the coffee table when he releases your boobs, trails one hand between your thighs, the other around your throat to pull you backwards against his chest. It makes your hands flail, landing against the tops of his thick thighs. 
Jungkook holds you close, fingers tightening around your throat teasingly. “No one else can please you like you want,” he exhales, letting his fingers trail over your skin. “Not the guy on tv, not your exes, not the fucking loser at your job,” he hisses, lips against your ear. “No one,” he reiterates, voice softer now as he presses a kiss against you. “No one but me.”
And it’s true. 
You can’t even muster your usual mouthy, bratty attitude when Jungkook serves you cold hard facts like this. Not when you can feel his aching member press against the small of your back, rest perfectly in the slight dip between your ass cheeks. “Isn’t that right, sweet girl?” he murmurs, voice low. 
You nod, tummy tightening when he uses the hand between your thighs to spread them apart. “Only you,” you agree, voice feathery.
Jungkook hides a grin against your skin, a mean chuckle escaping him when he rests his forehead against your shoulder. “Fuck,” he says, releasing your throat. “Such a good girl,” he praises, hands on your hips again. He uses them to encourage you up onto your knees, hips bumping into the edge of the table as he shuffles you forward. “Bend,” he says quietly, palm flat on the center of your back, pushing you down until your belly button is pressed against the cold wood, boobs swinging forward just the slightest. “Perfect.”
Jungkook shuffles up behind you, soothes a hand over your hip when you flinch at the first press of his cock against your folds. “You’re okay,” he comforts, voice like honey as he lines himself up. Your folds are slippery and wet, loose from your arousal and the two orgasms he’s already given you. 
Despite all that, the first push of his engorged cock past the tight muscles makes you gasp. “Baby, that’s,” you moan, nails scratching against the coffee table to make a sound that you would otherwise find uncomfortable. “I—“
Jungkook pants behind you, cock sinking further and further in. “I’ve got you,” he husks. His voice is like the light at the end of the tunnel, your dark vision forcing you to rely on him entirely as he guides you through the motions. “Made for me,” he repeats, voice airy.
You nod jerkily, arms trembling as his cock plunges deeper inside of you. “Made for you,” you gasp, head falling forward, forehead pressed against the cold surface in front of you. 
He moans, and there’s one deafening moment of silence when he finally reaches the hilt, soft pubic hairs at the base of his cock brushing against your folds. It’s a familiar sensation, having him buried inside of you, but it’s always different when he’s doing it from behind. He always feels fuller, bigger, mushroom tip practically kissing your cervix. 
“Kook,” you whimper, walls unintentionally contracting around him when he lingers a second too long. “Move.”
“Fuck, fuck,” he curses behind you. “I know, it’s just—“ he pauses, squeezes your hip so hard, you’re certain it’ll bruise. “I wanna… y’know,” he groans, dropping his head against your back, warm breath fanning across your slightly sweaty skin. 
It makes something in your stomach click into place, shifting back just the slightest. The small drag around your lips makes you brave. “Then do it,” you urge, desperate for any sort of friction. 
Jungkook practically growls, bucking into you once. “No,” he says, like he’s battling with himself, faced with a mental hurdle he can only cross alone. “You don’t understand,” he sneers, suddenly snapping back into position behind you, pulling you flush against his pelvis once more. It makes you whimper. 
“I kinda do—“
“You don’t,” Jungkook hisses, forcefully thrusting his hips into you enough to make your hips knock painfully against the edge of the coffee table, a startled moan falling from between your lips. And from there, it’s like you’ve unleashed a beast, because Jungkook shows you no mercy as he begins fucking you, his fat cock slipping in and out of you, his angry head flirting with your entrance. “I wanna fucking breed you,” he sneers, fingers digging into the skin around your waist to hold you still as he bucks his hips forward.
His vulgarity makes your skin heat up, the warmth probably tangible over your sloppily made blindfold, eyes wide despite the fabric that covers them. “That—” you gasp, thighs trembling with each powerful thrust. 
“It’s too much, I fucking know,” he huffs dryly, releasing one hip to press against your shoulders, roughly shoving you forward until your breasts are pressed against the surface, arms bent up beside you to stop yourself from hitting your head. “But— But,” he shudders, suddenly stopping his thrusts to grind his cock against you instead, pussy lips quivering around his girthy member. “I wanna,” he pants, “wanna see you so fucking full of me, because— you’re mine, __,” he seethes, “right?”
You nod blindly, dumbly, brain too flooded with the stimulation he’s bestowing upon you to think properly. “I- I am,” you confirm, gasping for air. “And you’re mine,” you manage to get out, one hand slapping down against the coffee table when he draws his cock out, slams himself back into you quickly. 
“I’m yours,” Jungkook slurs behind you, slowly picking up his pace again. The hand on your back lets go, and it’s with trembling arms that you manage to push yourself back onto your forearms, one hand blindly reaching for the hand he’s got gripping at your hips. 
“Oh my god,” you whimper, the sounds coming from your connected bodies so lewd and obscene, disgustingly wet when Jungkook slips back inside. He surges forward again, and you try to catch your balance, knees quivering underneath the force of his thrusts. Your hand slides over the tabletop in a feeble effort to hold onto something, anything. You can’t see, and even if you could there’s not much to hold onto on a flat surface. 
Except the box your hand knocks into. Your confusion lasts for only about a second because then Jungkook is ramming his cock into you, over and over, until you’re certain your hips are going to bruise and your knees are going to give out. Jungkook’s moans are soft and feathery, sighs that fan over your shoulder and make your back arch, eyes rolling backwards for the briefest second as if you were possessed. 
“Mine,” he whimpers, desperate and needy, fingernails digging into your skin as he pushes on. “Gonna be mine forever,” he growls. “Gonna— Gonna be so pretty and big,” he moans, “tits so fucking full.” The image he puts in your mind makes you dizzy. 
You nod dumbly, knuckles bumping against the box a second time. “Jungkook,” you choke out, fingers blindly nudging the box aside. But there’s no strength behind it, your entire body feeling weak and useless, all the energy concentrated in the coil in your stomach, the one that grows and tightens with every entrance of Jungkook’s cock into your pulsing walls. “There’s— There’s something,” you gasp, pinky finger tapping against it.
Behind you, Jungkook stills, harsh breaths deafeningly loud. Louder than the television and the corny music that plays, the mindless chatter of the characters you couldn’t name even if you tried. “Why would you...” Jungkook huffs, irritation lacing his words.
You don’t get to question it, because a second later his finger is tucking itself beneath your blindfold, yanking it off carelessly. It makes your head crane backwards, a tiny yelp torn from your lips as the blinding glow of the TV attacks your poor eyes at full force. Jungkook’s long since stopped his rapid thrusts, and it’s only when you glance off to the side that you realize why. 
It’s the stupid box of flowers Seokjin had sent you, the one Jungkook had placed on the coffee table when you first got home. 
Behind you, Jungkook releases one long exhale, both of you looking at the arrangement with various degrees of discomfort. “Did you like them,” he murmurs, cock throbbing inside of you. 
You shake your head, a soft, “no,” falling from your lips. The muscles in your thighs quiver like mad. 
Jungkook says nothing, but you watch as one inked arm stretches out from behind you, the movement of his hips pushing his cock deeper into you. A tiny whimper catches in your throat, watching as Jungkook hooks a finger over the lip of the box. One swift tug has it gliding over the tabletop, coming to a stop right beside your forearm. Jungkook leans back, the silence terrifying. 
“Did you think they were pretty?” he asks, tracing one finger down your spine. Your lower lip trembles as your eyes scan over the bouquet, at the pretty color selection and lovely scent that joined together to overwhelm your senses. 
“No,” you say, but it feels like a lie.
And Jungkook thinks so too, wrapping one hand around your throat and pulling you back forcefully. It’s the same as he did earlier, but with his cock deep inside your pussy, it sends a shock throughout your entire nervous system, a sob tearing itself from within you as he unintentionally pushes himself deeper inside. “Did you,” he says a second time, practically seething, “think Seokjin’s flowers were pretty?”
Your eyes flicker nervously across the screen in front of you, but everything is a blur, Jungkook’s harsh breathing against your ear. “Yes,” you confess, whimpering when his fingers tighten around your throat, press down against your windpipe as he inhales sharply. “But they’re just flow—“ He squeezes your throat so hard, your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets, mind growing fuzzy. Eventually, he lets go and you dissolve into a fit of coughs, bent over the coffee table again as Jungkook slips his stiff cock out from within you. “I’m sorry,” you sniffle, throwing a teary-eyed look over your shoulder.
What you’re not expecting is for Jungkook to grab that same shoulder and roughly push you onto your side away from the coffee table, falling onto the fluffy rug as he shoves you down. “Something pretty for a pretty girl,” he sneers, biting down a frankly maniacal grin.
“What?” you exhale, probably looking at him with the same maniacal look in your eyes. 
(You were made for each other, so crazy and in love.)
Jungkook stretches one toned arm out, and you flinch when he uses that same beautiful arm to send the box of flowers flying over the edge of the coffee table, a hard thwack resounding throughout the room when they land face down on the other side, petals against the floor, water dripping out from inside. 
With those out of the way, Jungkook wastes no time flipping you over, face shoved down against the soft rug as he angles your hips up. “Thinking about someone else when I’m right here,” he growls, ramming his cock back into you with no warning. You sob, clawing at nothing as he bucks forward. “What a mean girl,” Jungkook scolds. 
“I- I wasn’t,” you defend weakly, shivering as he snaps his hips against you, the rug irritating your cheek when the motion sends you forward. Jungkook uses the hands on your hips to pull you back, your skin clapping together loudly. 
“You think Seokjin would— would fuck you like this?” he spits, using you like a toy as he fucks basically for himself, cock sliding in and out of your squelching walls. “You think he’d push you down and—and call you a stupid girl?” 
You shake your head, eyes squeezed shut to fight the wave of tears threatening your waterline. Truthfully, it doesn’t make much of a difference, especially not when Jungkook yanks your hips back again, your entrance sensitive from all the friction. “No, no,” you sob. ”He wouldn't.”
Jungkook scoffs, not bothering to slow his pace down. “Of course he wouldn’t,” he spits, and then, strikes your ass. Two hard cracks of his palm, rings and all, against the globes of your ass. You wail, unconsciously jerking away only for Jungkook to drag you back. “Stupid girl,” Jungkook sighs, cock twitching inside of you. You can feel the beads of precum oozing out from the tip of his cock inside you, their warmth making you shudder. 
Your other ass cheek receives the same treatment, two harsh smacks that leave the skin tingling, blood rising to the surface. “Stupid, stupid girl,” he repeats, palms rubbing over your cheeks for a brief second, only to strike down again. “Aren’t you?” You nod, fat tears dripping out of the corner of your eyes and down onto the fluffy rug beneath you. Your behind stings, pain blossoming over your skin. But it’s the good kind, the one that has drool escaping from the corner of your lips from how overwhelmed it leaves you. 
“I- I’m a stupid girl,” you agree, your words punctuated by a series of tiny sobs and sniffles. Your walls feel sensitive, raw, from his thrusts. You’re ready to come, trembling hands slithering down to reach for your clit. 
“Don’t,” Jungkook warns, snatching your arm up and twisting it behind you. 
You cry, tears and drool against the rug. “I wanna come,” you whimper, trying your other hand only for it to meet a similar demise. “Please,” you sniffle, turning your face the other way as if the angle will somehow be different. 
“You don’t come until I say so,” Jungkook hisses, using his grip on your wrists to tug you onto his cock. You moan, choke on your own saliva from the force, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix for real this time. It renders you stupid, just like Jungkook had called you, chin trembling as your eyes roll backwards. Behind you, Jungkook grunts something deep and raspy. “Fffuck,” he spits, pistoning his hips into your inviting heat. “You were doing so good tonight—“ a particular brutal buck of his hips, a loud moan torn from your lips “—but first those fucking flowers and now this?”
The rhythm of his deep thrusts cut your moans into stuttered little cries, your words broken with every ram of his cock inside of you. Your walls feel worn, every brush sending a tingling shock up your spine. “I- I’m sorry,” you weep, shoulders shaking from your own tears and the rumbling orgasm that’s just about ready to snap. 
Jungkook says nothing, too busy shoving his cock inside of you to grace you with a response. Instead, you’re subjected to his relentless thrusts, sharp gasps from his pretty mouth. “Fuck,” he pants, releasing your wrists after one particular thrusts, your walls clenching around him painfully when he draws his cock out. 
“I can’t,” you sniffle, knees giving out before he can catch you, sadly sinking down onto the plush rug. “Kook, I—”
Jungkook makes a sound, something between a growl and a roar in the back of his throat as he follows behind you, planting two firm hands on the sides of your head to use as leverage to fuck himself in. With your thighs pressed flat together, the squeeze is tighter than ever before, and your eyes roll backwards as he gets to work, walls fluttering from the overstimulation. 
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he pants, all games thrown aside as he begins pounding his cock past your folds, deep into your contracting walls, until that tight spring in your stomach gives out and you’re clenching up beneath him, entire body going stiff for one long beat. 
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you weep, thighs quivering as you cream his cock, make his movements so slippery and wet, almost dangerous when he’s going this fast. His name falls from your trembling lips, every nickname and pet name you’ve ever given him mindlessly blubbered through your orgasm. Jungkook pays you no mind, thighs tensing up as he chases his high, short breaths and moans filling the space as he fucks himself into you. Until, finally, a few deep strokes later, he’s coming with a shuddered cry of your name on his tongue, collapsing over you, forehead pressed to your back as he catches his breath. 
“Fuck,” he groans one last time, body going slack very quickly. He slumps down beside you, softening cock slipping out of your tender folds. 
The floor between the coffee table and the couch is dark, the television glow not reaching down here. Even still, the sweat clinging to Jungkook makes him look like a sparkly Twilight vampire, the dip between his pecs collecting the smallest pool of sweat. You can’t stop yourself from running your pointer finger along the skin, over his nipple. His pec jumps deliciously under the attention. “Stop,” Jungkook sighs, catching your wrist in his, pressing his lips to your knuckles in an attempt to distract you. “Or I’ll really get you pregnant next time.”
You push yourself onto your elbows, pinching his doughy cheek. “You won’t,” you tease. Jungkook flicks his hair away from his eyes to level you with a look you’ve never seen before, not a trace of his usual post-sex playfulness to be found. It has you retracting your hand, eyes wide when he doesn’t stand down. Still, you can’t lose. “...No you won’t,” you repeat, quieter, almost unsure. Almost a question. 
Jungkook rolls his eyes, tugging you into his arms. He’s all sweaty and sticky, just like you. He’s lucky he doesn’t have four separate loads of cum— three from you, one from him —sticking between his thighs. “Keep telling yourself that,” he pants, so smoothly. Too smoothly. It makes you clench your thighs, something Jungkook doesn’t miss. “Stop it,” he warns a second time.
“You’re just so dreamy,” you whine, sitting back up to play with his hand. “Like, when you made me squirt?” He chuckles softly, eyes fluttering shut. “Not gonna lie, I thought I saw the answer to the universe for a second.” 
He’s worn out today, more than usual, that he doesn’t bother gracing you with a response. But it had been a long day for Jungkook; from planning an entire date, to the Seokjin debacle, to the crazy hot sex he’d gifted you. It was only reasonable. You reward his efforts with a soft peck against his cheek that makes him smile, a light blush painting his cheeks. “You did good today,” you hum, patting chest comfortingly. 
“Felt like I was in a Viki drama,” he confesses after a moment, has that tiny smile on his face that makes the apples of his cheeks especially round, especially cute. “The kind that have twelve plot lines going on.”
You laugh, snuggling beside him. The rug feels dirty, but so do you so the feeling is cancelled out or whatever. “You’d be the Park Seojoon of any Viki drama,” you tell him, and Jungkook laughs.
That loud and airy one he reserves only for you. 
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epilogue
Namjoon calls Jungkook’s phone a little after eleven, talking your ear off about some date he’d gone on while Jungkook is in the shower. You tell him about what happened with Seokjin and like all respectable college mentors, he just about flips. “You can sue him,” Namjoon hisses, furious for you. Not that you aren’t anymore, but in a weird act of impulsiveness, Jungkook had gone outside and ran the stupid box of flowers over with his car as you watched from the open window of your apartment. It was weirdly cathartic. 
He’s in the shower now, humming the lyrics to one of the songs from Secretary Kim, a song called It’s You by Jeong Sewoon (thank you, Shazam), that makes every inch of your body overflow with adoration when he hits that long note. Anyway, you’re perusing the rest of the streaming service for a movie to watch. Jungkook said you couldn’t watch Train to Busan tonight, something about it ruining the mood. So now you’re debating between a historical romcom or a modern romcom. 
Over the line, Namjoon is doing all the raging for you. “Men are trash,” he huffs one last time, before eventually letting it go. (For now.) “Hey, do you know how to cover up hickeys?” he asks suddenly, just as Jungkook reappears in the living room. His skin is glowing, looking like the hottest man alive. The window is still open, a feeble attempt to air out the smell of sex in the room, and the draft makes Jungkook shiver because his hair is still a little wet. 
“Hickeys?” you repeat, stretching a hand out for him as he rounds the couch. Jungkook takes it, places a soft smooch against your knuckles, close to your promise ring. Your heartbeat stutters just as Namjoon hums. 
“Yeah, this girl,” he says, cutting himself off with a laugh. One you recognize all too well because it’s the same one you let out when you talk about Jungkook to other people. Said boy settles close beside you, leans his cheek against your head when you snuggle into his neck. As soon as he’s there, you lose all rights to the remote, watching as Jungkook completely disregards all your searching just to click back onto Secretary Kim. He had missed a whole episode. “We went a little crazy tonight—“ you gag at the image Namjoon places in your head “—and Doyeon bites kinda hard—“
“Doyeon?” you interrupt, all mental processes coming to an abrupt halt as the name bounces around your mind. Jungkook, having mastered the art of listening in on your phone calls by now, freezes beside you. “You know a Doyeon?” 
“Yeah!” Namjoon says excitedly as you sit up. Jungkook meets your gaze, big Bambi eyes giving the performance of a lifetime, and gives your this overly innocent shrug of his shoulders that tells you more about what he does know than what he doesn’t. “Kim Doyeon. She went to your school— actually, she graduated with you and Kook.”
The world comes to a complete stop as you glare at Jungkook, his panicked features cueing you in to the fact he was aware of this, as you’d suspected. “Namjoon,” you say slowly, fist tightening around Jungkook’s phone. “Are you aware you’re fucking my best friend?” 
There’s a long silence on the other end, Namjoon presumably processing the information while Jungkook tries to calm the boiling anger within you. “He didn’t know,” Jungkook whispers, big pretty eyes on you as he tries to save Namjoon from you. 
All his efforts are in vain when Namjoon clears his throat and so eloquently says, “and you’re fucking my best friend?”
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epi-epilogue
The Best Buy employee doesn’t ask questions when you and Jungkook go in to get your cracked phone screens repaired. He does, however, give Jungkook an over-exuberant sales pitch on a brand new line of computer monitors that are almost as big as the television at your house. 
You try to save him from the dangerous hands of capitalism, but the Hello Kitty bandaids decorating your neck are itchy, the skin still so tender, so sometimes it’s wiser to let him waste his money than argue otherwise. 
“Good girl,” Jungkook says as he swings your arms back and forth on your walk to the car, impressed by the fact you didn’t argue with him in a Best Buy today. “My perceptions and understanding of you in my life make me happy,” he beams, too smiley as he unlocks the doors. 
“Shut up,” you glare, painfully tearing the stupid bandaids off your neck as soon as you get in, brandishing the blossoming hickeys Jungkook had so graciously given you last night. At the sight, he bites down a smile. “You’re about to perceive and understand these fists.” 
And Jungkook smiles— he always smiles —as he leans over the center console to press his mouth against the darkened skin at the front of your neck, mindlessly rubbing his thumb over your promise ring. “Perceive this love,” he says, so cheesy it makes you gag. 
“Goddd,” you groan, pushing him away before he can see the smile on your face. “Someone get this man a Viki deal.”
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— angsttober day #18: BREAK!!
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pairing(s): izuku midoriya x gn!reader, katsuki bakugou x gn!reader, shoto todoroki x gn!reader
wc: 0.9k+ words
summary: headcanons on pulling off a halloween themed movie marathon with the big three!!
content: fluff, izuku can appreciates the halloween aesthetic a lot 😤👌, katsuki being katsuki, another reminder on how much todoroki missed out on as a kid—the poor guy, unedited writing
notes: it’s hard to write angst everyday, so i’m doing a break post and writing fluffy halloween movie marathon headcanons!! i love the big three sm and gave in immediately when the idea came to mind <33 enjoy!!
⇉ requests are open!! || main masterlist || angsttober masterlist || rules
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IZUKU
when you first asked him to watch with you, he was elated
movie marathon? snacks? getting a chance to soak in that spooky month aesthetic alongside you? he is down
you two steal all the blankets and pillows from around the dorms, make some popcorn, dim the lights, close the curtains—fully set up a perfect atmosphere for halloween movies
izuku dresses up in some exclusive all might halloween-themed pajamas he got a year ago because why wouldn’t he
in your dorm (not izuku’s because things would be even more creepy with all the all might faces staring at you), you cozy up against each other and turn on the laptop, laying down on the bed as the first movie starts up
half the time, he will jolt at every jumpscare
the other half of the time, he isn’t even fazed
he has his notebook and pen in hand and jots something down every five seconds
when you look at the situation from a stranger’s perspective, it seems like izuku’s planning a murder—he filled a whole page in the first few minutes of the movie
but as his s/o, you’ve just grown not to question it
and for the first half of the movie, he’ll add in a bunch of little comments:
“why didn’t they go down that hallway? the other one looked so much better? though, is that to throw them off? is the antagonist that smart? or is it a coincidence?”
“could you potentially just keep the lights on and pack up your things, then leave? they only show up in the dark, so it’d only make sense.”
“do you think i’d survive a horror movie? i think it depends on the antagonist. for example—”
just shut him up with some popcorn if you want to be able to pay attention
when things start to get more intense, however, he will go completely silent
he is immersed in the movie
safe to say, he’ll be able to stay up the whole night watching with you in the comfort of your dorm
KATSUKI
he refuses at first
but he’s always like that so
you tease him for a bit, asking if he’s “too scared to watch with you” and that’s all it takes for him to drag you by the collar of your shirt to his dorm
you snag a couple snacks and a few blankets for the night—bakugou doesn’t need any because he is naturally a very Sweaty Man™️
bakugou just wears a black tank top and basketball shorts and somehow still looks like a goddamn model can you tell who’s my favorite out of the big three yet
the first few minutes, he already starts to dose off since he isn’t used to staying up too late, but you flick his forehead and kiss his cheek every time you see his eyelids lower for too long
bakugou says he isn’t scared of the movies, and it’s true
for the most part
it’s the quiet moments that get him—the little pieces of dialogue that reveal so much in so little words. the parts where you question your knowledge so much to the point where part of you is willing to believe whatever the villain says is true
… anyways—
yes he’s shrieked a couple of times getting caught off guard by a jumpscare
if you get too scared, he’ll vow to “protect you” from all the creepy crawlies from the movies, holding you tight with a smug grin on his face
you run out of snacks a lot faster than you thought you would, but bakugou refuses to let you out of your arms, so you just have to manage for the time being without food ;-;
don’t worry, he’ll satisfy you instead with all the kisses your heart desires
actually swooning dont hmu
SHOTO
THIS BOY HASN’T WATCHED ANY MOVIES I SWEAR
hearing this, you instantly organized a classic movie marathon for you and him
and he usually trusts you with this sort of thing—anything he missed out on as a child—so he just rolls with whatever you have in mind for the night
you plan in advance to make sure everything goes well and he could not appreciate you more
he doesn’t want to just sit around while you do all the work, so he makes sure to grab your favorite snacks when he’s grocery shopping with izuku and bakugou
just gonna ask: who again has the purest relationship?
YOU TWO OMG HDKJFJFJD
todoroki decides on some orange and black plaid pajama pants and a white t-shirt, he’s just vibing and it’s great hhdjdkfj—
the movie night is filled with snuggling, whispered plot questions, and screams every now and then, whether from you or the screen (unless you laugh on instinct like me, freeze up, etc—all valid responses)
instead of shouting, todoroki’s eyes just widen incredibly wide and frowns comically; though you’re pretty sure he doesn’t mean to look funny
straight up :[ every single jumpscare aND IT’S EXTREMELY ENTERTAINING AND A LIL CUTE NGL HDKFJDJHD
he ends up actually really liking those stereotypical horror movies where the characters couldn’t be more stupid and make the worst decisions possible
some people get angry at those kind of movies, but todoroki just sits back and enjoys every minute of it
halfway through, he falls asleep with his arms wrapped around you not like violent screams from your laptop are playing at a rather loud volume or anything
you sigh and turn off your computer, then put it away and fall asleep next to him, returning the hug
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eternalslover · 2 years
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If you are having trouble writing here are some prompts, characters to go along with said prompts and ideas for the prompts and characters (but ofc you can choose any character, any prompt and you obvi don't need to follow the story line I put down, they're just there for ideas)
Angst:
1. "You're not a bad guy" With Druig, after the two of you left the rest of the Eternals with the people
2. "I thought I wanted this" with Kingo, reader thought he/she/they could date someone as famous as Kingo but it's just not working out
3. "How much longer will this last!" With Pietro Maximoff, this could be like- idk before hydra were reader is dating Pietro and she/he/they are sick of him stealing things and committing crimes (because it is canon that he Steals in the movies)
4. "I can't see a way out" With father figure!Gilgamesh, reader with earth powers accidentally looses control and makes the house them and Gilgamesh are in fall down but like It didn't crush them and now their trying to push all the rocks and pieces of the house off of them and get out from under it
5. "Why do you hate me" with Druig, something lovers to enemies with him
6. "You said you'd never leave me!" With father figure!frank castle, Frank's dark past catches up with him... once again
7. "If you leave, don't even think about coming back!" With Druig, Druig thinks reader is better off without him
8. "If we did it my way, the deviant would be dead already!!" With Kingo, Kingo has been having a hard day and accidentally takes it out on reader
9. "Would you please just let me in!" with either just Frank castle or father figure!frank castle, Frank shows up at readers apartment/reader and his shared apartment with bloody knuckles and a bruised face and reader tries to ask him whats wrong just for Frank to ignore reader and lock himself in the bathroom, which for obvious reasons worries reader
10: *in morning voice* "Watcha doing?" With Druig, Druig wakes up to reader pepper kissing his face
11. "We have a problem" with father figure!frank castle, if you do write this PLEASE make reader say this to father figure Frank, he's probably so done with reader
12. "I need your help" with father figure!Gilgamesh, maybe reader got into trouble with some bad people or after a deviant attack reader got hurt but Ajak is busy tending to other people
13. "I thought you said you wouldn't fall inlove" with Kingo, reader and Kingo have been doing long distance but they have been getting through it, but Kingo was always surrounded by such beautiful women it was hard to not fall out of love with a person he didn't see everyday
14. "I need her/him/them to be ok" with father figure!frank castle, maybe something bad happens between Billy and reader and Frank says this to Micro
15. "Its killing me that you don't love me the way you love her" with Druig, reader realizes that Druig was falling out of love with them and that he was falling inlove with Makkari
16. "Maybe you should give up" with Pietro, maybe this could be like a enemies to lovers thing were Pietro is now a hero and part of the avengers and reader is a villain and they have to fight
17. "I'm tired of running" with father figure!frank castle, Frank can't risk reader getting hurt because of him but reader doesn't think they need a "babysitter"
18. "May both sides of your pillow be warm, goodnight!" *slams door* with father figure!frank castle, this is more on the fluff side but oh well, reader is to scared to actually insult Frank so they come up with stupid insults to insult him with
19. "Its three in the morning, what are you- Y/N!" with Kingo, reader decides to come visit Kingo (their former boyfriend) on his bollywood set, just for reader to find out he's been cheating on them
20. "What are you thinking about?" With Druig, Druig just confessed his feelings for reader and reader doesn't know how to react
Fluff:
1. "I'm never letting go" with Kingo, Kingo wants reader to stay in bed and cuddle so he wraps his whole body around them so they don't leave
2. "Do you have a ride home" with father figure!frank castle, a guy starts harassing reader, Frank takes care of it and offers reader a ride home
3. I can't imagine a universe in which I don't adore you" with Druig, reader gets insecure about Druigs relationship with Makkari and reader tries telling him, he should leave them for Makkari
4. "We'll get through this, I promise" with Kingo, reader and kingo are doing long distance and reader starts having doubts
5. "I think it's adorable how easy you blush" with Druig, Druig teasing his s/o as usual
6. "If you're cold why didn't you say something, come here" with Pietro maximoff, so I have a headcanon that he is a human heater due to all his running so I think this goes well for him
7. "I guess time flies when you're with someone you love" "you love me!?" With Kingo, reader was oblivious to Kingo having a crush on them which made Kingo frustrated so one day he just says it
8. "Would you stop stealing the freaking blankets!" With Kingo, PLS THIS SCREAMS KINGO
9. "My hands are cold" with Kingo, Kingo likes holding readers hands so he decides to make up stupid excuses just for them to do it
10. "Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" With father figure!frank castle, I just know this man gets so protective when his loved ones are sick
11. "Will you still be here tomorrow?" With Druig, reader has trust issues
12. "I'm making breakfast :)" with Kingo, Kingo has always taken care of reader so reader decides that their gonna take care of Kingo
13. "You make me feel something I've never felt before" with Pietro, Pietro is so used to being a man whore but then he met you...
14. "You're really gonna kiss me. Right. Now?!" With Kingo, Kingo and reader are sparring but that doesn't stop Kingo from being flirty with reader
15. "It's scary how much I love you" with Druig, Druig wasn't used to love but then you became one of the Eternals and it was love at first sight
16. *in sign language* "Kiss me you coward" with Makkari, whenever you and Makkari are about to kiss she keeps getting scared and speeding away
17. "Why are we always interrupted" with Kingo, Kingo and reader have been trying to have their romantic moment together on valentines day but everytime they try to be alone, one of the other Eternals interrupts them
18. "I swear to arisham steal my food one more time-" with Druig, Druig keeps stealing readers food
19. "Don't. You. Dare" "Watch me" with Pietro, Pietro and reader like pissing eachother off
20. "Pull over. Let me drive for awhile" with frank castle, reader and Frank are on the run and since they're on the road, alone... for a long time... that can sometimes lead to arguments. But they always make it up to eachother
21. "It reminded me of you" with Pietro, Pietro Steals something for you that reminded him of you
22. "No no, it's on me" with father figure Frank castle, Frank buys something for reader and reader tries to pay him back
If you use any of these please tag me, idc about credit, I just want to see the writing
Just some writing ideas:
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aresrambles · 3 years
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Are You Bored? [Pt. 2]
shigaraki tomura x f!reader - explicit nsfw, strictly 18+, villain!reader, degradation, phone sex, mutual masturbation (1091 words)
a/n: ok so a few ppl requested pt. 2 so i gave it a shot! i’m not sure if i took this in the right direction but hopefully it’s ok. obviously a lot more steamy from where we left off. please enjoy!
click this for part one
。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆ 。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆
”What is it?”
Shigaraki’s grumbling through Discord, something about how it’s late at night and you’re disturbing some important planning of his. You pretend to have not seen the ‘Playing: Minecraft’ update on his profile and promptly apologise before mustering the courage to speak up to your so-called superior.
“Well, y’see Boss, I think you might have something that belongs to me.”
Well, fuck. So she had the brains to notice her bra’s missing. Honestly, you can’t even blame Shigaraki for what he did. Infact, what kind of fucking slut leaves her undergarments just laying around for anyone to see? You were practically begging for him to steal them, especially with the way your eyes not-so-subtly washed over them with sheer panic. If you asked him, he was doing you a favour: one less uncomfortable contraption to hide those beautiful tits away from him.
“Boss?”
Shigaraki pauses for a moment before slumping down on his desk and groaning into the mic. He decides it wouldn’t hurt to fuck with you for a little bit. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” he lies, eyeing the pretty black number thrown onto his bed. Just looking at it was beginning to give him a semi.
“No, I think- I think you do. I had, uh, an item of clothing on my floor. Maybe you accidentally picked it up or moved it aside?”
You wait anxiously for Shigaraki’s response. He’s always been calculated and cool around you, not really speaking more than he has to. It makes you reflect on whether he even has any real personality at all, behind that huge goal of destroying hero society and playing a shitty game now and then? Your waiting is not prolonged however as you hear him shifting around in his chair before continuing.
“You called me for this? To throw some baseless accusation around ‘cause you lost some panties?” You can practically hear his shit-eating grin and cant help but feel a insulted pang in your chest. Why won’t he just own up to it?
“Boss, c’mon. I know it was you- can I just have it back?”
Shigaraki pretends to mull it over before something flashes up on his screen, stopping him in his tracks. He almost can’t believe his eyes until he hears your soft voice in his ears again. “I… You’re putting me in a difficult position without it.”
As soon as his eyes roll over the promiscuous pixels on his screen, Shigaraki’s palm shoots to rub over his clothed dick. It seems this said ‘position’ was nothing short of you splayed out in a chair, alone and topless, body dimly illuminated by cool blue lights. Shigaraki assumes it’s coming from the monitor in front of you. Taking a deep breath, you turn on your video camera and angle it so he can see, well, everything.
And boy, if he was struggling before, it was no comparison to the pathetic state he was in now. Your bashful expression only turned him on more, as you shoot a pleading look his way. “Instead of that flimsy thing,” You take a second to drag a finger down from your neck to waist, “Wouldn’t you rather have this instead?”
Truly, you do want that bra back. It was expensive and you know damn well the bastard won’t reimburse you for it, but the need to act like a cockwhore had been on your mind ever since he fucked off from your place. Ever since you had kissed, the scene has been on your mind replaying over and over.
“What are you doing?” Shigaraki pants out inbetween breaths, scrambling to free his cock from his pants that feel far tighter than a few seconds prior. “Just-just what the fuck are you doing?”
You don’t think you could answer that even if you tried, instead taking those same fingers and sticking them in your mouth. Shigaraki groans before you once more begin to hear shuffling on the other end.
“I- I’m not showing you my face.” He mumbles before your screen lights up with the sight of him adjusting his camera to face his crotch. You don’t fail to catch the light blush that was caught on Shigaraki’s nose and cheeks before you’re faced with a much lewder sight. His cock, red-tipped and leaking, cast a brighter glow across your features. You watch him begin to give himself languid, firm strokes as you almost salivate in awe.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” You murmur, not realizing you’ve taken your fingers out of your mouth and are speaking loud enough for the mic to pick it up. Shigaraki only whimpers in response as he looks at the soft curves and edges of your body. This is so much better than anything he could have ever imagined. The way you were just presenting yourself to him like some desperate bitch in heat was like a straight-up snippet from his wildest dreams. What he would do to be able to touch you right now, to drag his nails across your supple skin and mark it up real good. Instead, he reminds himself to grab ahold of the current victory and pay attention to you in the moment. It’s not everyday he gets a bitch willing to put on a live show.
“Touch yourself,” Shigaraki breathes out, ‘and- and say my name, say Tomura when you do it.” The gentle commands make your gut clench as you take off your jeans and begun to rub your clit through your panties. The wet stain makes Shiggy’s hips buckle and he stops stroking himself, just for a couple of seconds, to regain his composure.
“Can I put my fingers inside?” You question quietly, shyly peering at the camera. Shigaraki nods his head vigorously before realizing you can’t see him, and instead settles on grunting in approval. You let out an almost comically lewd moan at the feeling of your fingers entering you, slowly pumping in and out.
“Tomura, m’feels good. Want your fingers inside me-“
Watching you squirm and mewl as you fingered your soaking pussy was doing things to Shigaraki, things that were making him wander dangerously close to mistaking the line between lust and love. Because Shigaraki truly believed he loved you in this moment. Watching you be so vulnerable, so beautiful, all for him… He had to lay his claim on you. If he didn’t, he thinks it’d kill him.
“Just like that, keep going.” he cooes.
For once, you don’t look bored.
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