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traveler-at-heart · 5 months

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The Thing

Summary: Natasha works the courage to ask you out.

Natasha Romanoff x F!R

Finally alone.

Natasha is very particular about her food. It took her exactly seven minutes to make the perfect sandwich. She smiles at it and as she’s about to take a bite, a voice interrupts her.

She’d be annoyed, except for the fact that it’s you.

“Hey, Natty” you say innocently, approaching from behind. You’re one of those people that is always hugging or touching your friends.

Natasha doesn’t mind. It would be easier if she didn’t have a big crush on you, though.

Closing the distance, you rest your chin on her shoulder and inspect her plate.

“That looks nice” you whisper, unaware that the redhead is struggling to keep her knees from buckling.

“Yeah…” she can feel your hands traveling around her waist.

Nice is an understatement.

Finally reaching for a couple of chips, you giggle and step away from the other woman.

“Hey, that’s my lunch!” Natasha protests, but she’s not annoyed.

“Sorry, I’m being called for an urgent mission. Apparently, I’m the gal for the job. This will do while I get some food when I land. Thanks, gorgeous!”

That’s another thing. Gorgeous, babe, angel, darling. You always have a pet name for her.

It’s really hard to tell if you’re flirting when you speak like that.

After all, you call Kate Bishop delicious muffin. What the hell is that supposed to mean?

No point in thinking about it now. There are more pressing matters at hand.

“Jeez, Steve, I still have 5 minutes!” You shout when someone knocks on your door. You open it and find Natasha on the other side. “Ah, sorry, love. Thought Grandpa America was timing me”

Love.

That’s new.

“Uh… here” she’s always struggling to speak whenever you’re around. You must think she’s a moron.

“For me?” You take the container that she’s presenting and open it. You gasp at the sight of a sandwich and your favorite chips. “Oh, my God!” You lean forward and kiss her on the cheek. “You’re my favorite widow”

“Yelena will be pissed when she finds out” Natasha tries to joke, looking down. Her face is burning, the touch of your lips lingering.

“She’ll survive” you put the sandwich in your bag pack as the timer in your wrist goes off. “Better find Steve before he goes nuts over a one minute delay. Thanks for the sandwich. You’re an angel”

Another kiss on the cheek, this time closer to Natasha’s mouth. And she almost believes you know what you’re doing, based on that little smirk.

“Oh, shoot” you turn around and call for her when you’re walking towards the hangar. “When you see Yelena… tell her to remember about the thing”

“The thing?” Natasha repeats and you wink.

“She’ll know what I mean” you smile and wave goodbye. “See you in a couple of days, Natty”

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It doesn’t take long for Natasha to find her sister. Maybe the thing is something important and she wants to make sure Yelena remembers about it.

“Hey” Natasha says as she sits down next to the blonde.

“Hi” Yelena mumbles, sinking further in the couch, while she scrolls through cooking tutorials.

“Y/N left for a mission today”

“Oh, are you sad that your future girlfriend left?”

“Shut up” Natasha says. Of course Yelena would know. “She wanted me to remind you about the thing”

“Mkay” Yelena answers, still looking at her phone.

“That’s it? I thought it could be important”

“She just wants me to get her tickets for a… uh…” Yelena finally looks up, drawing blank. “Crap!”

“You forgot the thing?”

“I forgot the thing” she confirms, looking around, as if the answer might be on the Compound’s walls. Kate enters, unaware of the tension in the room. Yelena runs to her. “You”

“What?” Kate barks out, looking ready to slap her.

“You were with me when Y/N asked me to buy those tickets. Do you remember what they were for? A musical? The opera? Ballet?”

“It was a concert” Kate nods. “Don’t remember the name of the band, though. Sorry” Kate grimaces.

“Ok, let’s just say band names, see if it comes back to me” Yelena pleads and Kate stutters. Working under pressure isn’t her biggest strength.

“Uh, Rammstein”

“She hates metal” Natasha says.

“The Phantom of the Opera”

“Not a band” Yelena shakes her head.

“The Beatles”

“Half dead” Natasha points out and Yelena groans.

“She’s gonna kill me. I have to run to Mexico. At least the food will be good there”

“Hey, weren’t you in the room when Y/N asked Yelena for the favor?” Kate remembers all of the sudden, looking at Natasha.

“Were you?” Yelena says, hopeful. “Please, tell me the name. I’ll do your laundry for a week”

“And wash my dishes”

“That too”

“And my mission reports”

“And… nu-uh, that’s too much, Tasha”

The redhead rolls her eyes.

“I’ll get the tickets myself. Can’t trust you with that either”

“Do you want to give your crush a present?” Yelena pokes her tongue out and Natasha glares. Before Kate can stop them, they’re wrestling around the living room, throwing things at each other.

“Stop it!” Steve jumps in. “Hey, we just got new curtains. Damn it!”

—

Natasha may have hacked the concert’s website to make sure you got the best tickets. She’s walking back to her room, being extra careful that they’re not folding in case you wanna keep them. She knows you have a box full of mementos from shows.

“Hey, Natty” a voice greets from the hallway. Natasha’s hands fly behind her back, because she wanted to surprise you. And she’s definitely not ready to ask you out right now. “Oh, scaredy cat. What are you hiding?”

Your tone is playful, while you try to reach behind her. Only as your face comes close to her, she notices the bruise around your left eye and temple.

“What happened to you?” she puts the tickets on her back pocket and places her hands on your face. “Who did this to you?”

“H.Y.D.R.A. brute. Nothing new under the sun” you smile and take advantage of the distraction to reach for Nat’s pockets. The redhead is faster and takes your right wrist. The same thing happens with your left hand, and she holds both wrists close to her chest. “Nat! Come on”

“I can’t show it to you, not now” she tries hard not to giggle, but you’re struggling to break free and the frown on your face makes you look adorable.

“You are not playing fair, Natasha. I’m calling for backup. FRIDAY, call Yel..”

Natasha panics then, pulling you close and silencing you with her lips. You stand still for a couple of seconds, but then close your eyes, deepening the kiss.

She sighs against your mouth and lets go of your wrists, her hands going down to circle your waist. You bite her lip and the moan she lets out is reward enough.

"My, I'd say buy me dinner first but I wouldn't mind skipping straight to dessert" you joke and she smiles, her green eyes still closed.

But, you’re still curious, so you take advantage of her distraction and reach in her back pocket.

“Wait” Natasha says, her face flushed and lips swollen.

“You got me the tickets? That's better than dinner!”, you say, jumping into her arms once again.

“Well, Yelena forgot the thing and I wanted to ask you out” she smiles against your shoulder and you pull back. Her eyes go back to the bruise, concerned once again. “Are you sure this doesn’t hurt?”

“I’m fine. Never been better” you lean forward and kiss her again. She smiles against your lips, thinking how happy she is that Yelena is always forgetting things.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x y/n

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nikatyler · 4 months

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🌈 2023 ✨

Another year is over so it's time for a look back at what was happening on this blog! I haven't really been around, it was just my queue, and maybe that's one reason why I looked at my archive and went "huh" at everything. I don't remember much. The other reason why this year probably went poof in my head is because I was dealing with some mental health stuff lol. I say lol but it wasn't actually very lol but I'm doing better now and 2024...is looking promising for now.

So, let's talk more under the cut, shall we?

January

We're in Bridgeport and Sawyer is living his best life. You know, girlfriends, boyfriends, being turned into a vampire, giving birth to three little vampires, threatening to sell his enemies' organs on the black market...best life indeed.

February

Okay I am now seeing that "talking more" about every month will be impossible since I actually don't have much recollection of 2023 lmao

March

Sawyer and Erin are at the best point of their relationship, but we left them alone for a bit and went back to NSB. Pastel just moved to Strangerville and got a...rather strange roommate.

April

The rather strange roommate becomes Pastel's rather strange wife. I love these two so much. We also say hello to Moss -- and also to Ross, who returns from...god knows where. I mean yeah, there was the ts3 Ross, but technically they're two different people. Parallel universes and stuff.

May

Thea is born and strange wife Jesse gets even stranger. That whole "merging with the mother plant" thing was kinda weird but I really enjoyed it. Idk what I was on but it was fun. And then, before returning to the lepacy, I posted my Cottage Living screenshots! ...which were really just me going "uwu what does this do" on every possible Wicked Whims option.

June

...and I went from posting weird WW Ross stuff to posting wholesome Growing Together Ross stuff. If that gave you a whiplash, I am sorry, but imagine what it must be like for me. I'm locked with this guy in my head 24/7. He's the whiplash king. A blorbo to you, a curse to me. A beloved curse tho. Ok I'm getting weird. Back to the lepacy.

July

Lepacy time! Loved the soap opera Generations gen. Kinda wish I had sticked to some of the storylines instead of going "eh nvm I just wanna play". I'm not saying I regret not actually letting Saywer go on a killing spree but also...imagine if he went on a killing spree. You don't see that in lepacies often do ya

August

August was...welp 💀 I was at the grippy socks hospital for most of that month, 10/10 would recommend, but my queue ran out while I was there so I just reblogged some old stuff for a few weeks.

September

September is just lepacy month. Cornelia and Archer are happy, they get married, they get more children...yeah. Good wholesome Generations times all around. It's not like they're gonna get divorced later or anything.

October

The twins are kind of chaotic, one of them turns into a ghost, both then bring their cursed imaginary friends to life...and the final child of Archer and Cornelia is born.

November

I loved running into Sawyer at the grocery store all the time. Weird vampire alleged killer grandpa behavior suits him. Dorothea goes away to a boarding school, hates it there and instantly comes back. Relatable. Oh and midlife crisis hits Archer hard.

December

And we're in December! Dorothea enters her horsegirl era and finds herself a girlfriend...and we'll continue that in 2024!

What's in store for the new year besides the lepacy? Well, Not So Berry will be making a return (and HOPEFULLY we'll finally get to the end. we need to). There's a story I want to do in the NSB universe, if you know you know. Before we dive into the next lepacy generation, I'm thinking of another BC with the gen 7 heir...oh and Marika's Black Widow. Shoot and I'm starting an irl job in January. Yeah no we're not doing all this in 2024, don't count on it 💀 But I'll try.

Happy New Year! 🎇

#ts3 #ts4 #sims 3 #sims 4 #the sims 3 #the sims 4 #sims #simblr #fleur extra #breeze nsb legacy extra

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koulakoukoula2003 · 1 year

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alright but imagine Levi dirty talking his s/o in a different language- LIKE IMAGINE HIM WHISPERING GERMAN OR SOMETHING IN YOUR EAR. God it cant just be me who has this obsession, we need more of this. 😭😭

Lmaooooo I see LOTS of ppl supporting levi talking french and they find it very fucking hot but imma be honest, levi talking french like je t'aime or Mon amour or shit like that is kinda a turn off for me 😂😂😂

Now German??? I never thought about it???? German is a very rough language but considering the snk world is basically WWII with nazi Germany (Marley) and Jews (Eldia), I bet they're supposed to be speaking a German-like language and it is mentioned that both Eldia and Marley speak the same language so yeah, the same german-like language for them both.

Ok y'all in the comments drop me something in German that might sound hot in Levi's voice ???? Honestly, I've no idea, back in school I had chosen french over German (terrible choice, should've chosen German but if I had my grandpa would've killed me lmao) but I still never learned shit in French so 😂😂

I honestly find English the hottest language (like it's easy af you can literally learn it in two months, and anything you might say in English won't sound cringy and it won't sound like a turn off to me???) Like when I write about levi I think of him speaking in English and everything he says it just sounds great in English (in my head).

Anon, I'd write you a small scenario where levi says something hot in German but I don't even know a single phrase in that language lmao

Some languages just sound great but for specific stuff. Like, the Greek language is amazing for scientific terms and reports and journals and shit like that. If you try making a love confession in Greeks, it's gonna sound cringy as fuck lmaooo

On the other hand, the British language is vague as fuck. And what I mean is that one word can mean a million things. Like English is built to sound fancy and sophisticated but you can have an entire paragraph that sounds absolutely sophisticated and beautiful but has zero essence. It's terrible for scientific terms and reports BUT it's amazing for storytelling and theatre and arts stuff I guess.

And for some ppl french sound very fucking hot (not for me tho).

Now I don't know much on the German language, I just know it sounds great in Mozart's operas and I think it's canon that levi speaks a German-like language considering that in all the voiced osts of snk the lyrics are in German which was an absolutely excellent choice on the composer's side.

My point is, each language got its own charms, but let's face it, Levi's voice is hot af (both dub and sub) so even if he recited a lasagna recipe in Turkish or sth, it'd still sound hot af like pls ruin my life sir

#snk #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman #snk levi #levi ackerman headcanons #levi ackerman hcs #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi ackerman x reader smut #levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x oc #levi ackerman x y/n smut #levi ackerman x female reader #levi x oc #levi x reader #levi x reader smut

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ellena-asg · 1 year

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15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

I was tagged by @goneahead (thanks, babe ❤️)

1. Are you named after anyone?

No. I'm the first Alexandra in my family and mum chose this name just because she liked it. She chose perfectly - the meaning of this name, gosh, it's literally me 😆 The second name, Isabel, also isn't after anyone. Though my grandpa claims that there was some Isabel in soap opera and my mum was a fangirl 😂 (well, I suspect that Isabel was his idea cause grandpa IS in fact damn telenovelas fanboy).

2. When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday when I heard that former headmaster of my high school died 😢 He was a lovely modest man who loved his job and people and he was a wonderful kid's guardian and friend. Each time when some of teachers said "Hey, kids, boss wanna talk" it was never "Ooops" or "Oh no, we're scared now" - it was always "Cool!!! Let's go!" and we ran to our old man. He made this school a friendly cosy place where all kids were kind to each other, each class was a great team and where every kid felt "I can do this, I can learn this, I can if I want". That school was like a second home, the best school in my life (in my first school I was abused and high school, gosh, it was my heaven that healed me and brought me back to people). R.I.P. dear Lou 😢

3. Do you have kids?

No.

4. Do you use sarcasm alot?

When I'm pissed off/a bit irritated/anxious/attacked - yeah 😉 In other cases - not much.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Eyes. Mood. And vibes - I usually always know who is friendly (green light) and who I should beware of (red light).

6. What’s your eye color?

Blue with some tiny grey dots. It's funny cause when you take a photo of me in the daylight/sunlight they are damn blue like Thor's/Hemsworth's eyes. On a cloudy day they are more greyish. And sometimes they can look like green. But most of the time they're blue ☺️

7. Scary movie or happy ending?

Happy ending.

8. Any special talents?

Hah, I have no ordinary talents so I don't even think about special ones 😄 But wait... People say that it's "wow" that I can cook without tasting - I just smell and I know if dish is ok or not yet, I know what I should add just by smelling (like *sniff* more salt). Does it count? 🤔 Plus sometimes I seriously think that I'm damn medium 😱

9. Where were you born?

In Poland.

10. What are your hobbies?

Walking (especially forest hiking). Watching movies. Reading ffs. Making McDanno stuff. Cooking.

11. Do you have any pets?

Currently I have only one cat. I also have a dog. And there are hornets living in the nest in my garden and pigeons under the roof so I count them too.

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

I'm definitely not and never was a pro. But I played unihockey, I mean... floorball in high school. Sprint (my fav: 50 m). Plus walking of course. That's all.

13. How tall are you?

LOL. I'm such a hobbit, really. When I look at Scott Caan I think "Whoah, he's such a lovely TALL man". 1, 53 m ahahahah 😂

14. Favorite subject in school?

Polish and English. Maths. Biology/Zoology.

15. Dream job?

Just something not stressful, with nice and calm people and nice friendly boss who treats you like a human.

I'm tagging: @angels-c @chaosrising451 @lokijiro @neanderthal-pessimist @sam7sparks7 @mayberrycryptid @lukeclvez @anastablack @falle-ness @adelaydebclouds @itshoneywhatever @itsmrvlxh50 @daydayflor @sussexualtension @surfer21-19 (and of course everyone who wants to do this)

#tumblr games #ask game

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bubblyernie · 11 months

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I'm so very normal about Cam and I'd love to hear a bit more about him 🙈

grins in an evil devious way

YESSSS

Okay, im so excited, ill put it under the cut though EHEHEHE

Cam is one of those characters that in my opinion is there to be....like....deplorable. Like Erik from phantom of the opera (i actually have an AU of that in my queue for July OTL sorry its so far, pride got a big chunk of june), in the "yeah toxic absolutely mansplain manipulate manslaughter but if evil why sexy?" I think its great to love morally questionable characters and i love love lovvveee cam

Okay so backstory first, then other tidbits — long story short, imagine being so fucking cringe you get cucked by 3 generations of the same family and then end up being such a nice guy about it you turn evil. He's like "he's irredeemable. Oh wait he is redee- never mind he's actually still gross"

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Cam is a changeling and a hexblood. He's super duper in kahoots with Alphonse's whole family tree — you don't tend to age that fast in the feywild, that's important to keep in mind. He was born to like really humble family in the feywild, adopted and raised by an aunt (h-hag), unseelie court (not evil, i don't like how binary some people make the seelie and unseelie court, but theyre definitely opposing sides). And he worked really hard to get his career off the ground.

Cut to when he's a young lad, like 20 in whatever the equiv of fey ages are. Kinda falls for this Seelie gladiator who he saw performing (for the royal court) and loooooved the thought of performative battle. That was the monk-barbarian Maxmillion Zeus Chiore who's Alphonse's maternal grandpa. Max is like nah dude I'm a player, accidentally knocks up a woman and has to take care of the child who he was a really good dad to and ended up being kinda mellow.

Cam's like ugh he lost his flair. I wanna be a performer though. Grinds his ass learning to do ballet dancing, opera, and stage direction (Maestro bard). He's a really solid singer and since he's a changeling, he's usually deemed to be like a double or understudy — obvs wanes on him a little bc he wants the spot light. Years pass, he spots Max's daughter, Aesta, who leaves the royal court performing gig to be part of a travelling bard theatre troupe and he's like YOOO ill join you. So he does, they're really solid together, Aesta's an actress mainly, and Cam's like......bites lip. Aesta turns him down, and no matter how hard he works to try and convince her she's just not interested.

At this point. He kinda has this "I've busted my ass for everything in my career and my life i came from dirt. You noble seelie mfs are so dismissive of my feelings bc you have everything already, give me a chance" RED FLAGS ALL OVER. Worst of all, Aesta fucks off to the material plane for a while and Cam catches wind she married a MATERIAL PLANE ELADRIN, whos not a performer, he's a samurai. At this point he blows his fucking lid and storms off to his aunt like OOOH why i oughta!!!

At this point in a fit of rage he decides to swear an oath of vengeance (he's an ancients paladin) on behalf of the seelie court. Also becomes a hexblood — so the catch is that because of this, he has a crown of eldercross and a curl on the centre of his forehead (when he's good, he's very very good, but when bad, he's horrid). And every disguise he has now has a limit as his punishment.

Timelines diverge here — in one timeline, he actually DIES (slipped on a tomato, fell off the stage and broke his neck. So cringe) and now has a revenant bullshit thing going on. The other one, he unfortunately lives and ends up being the guard of Hallow King and the Unseelie side of the Harvester's Passage (its a two way door that connects the courts at the autumn court. Duke is on the other side).

Long time passes. This 7'6" fucking idiot falls through a fairy ring, he hears through duke who heard through pin that this guy is a chiore (goes by Alphonse Alpenski) and Cam is just livid bc alphonse is kind of a freak accident as material-fey offspring is pretty much impossible — its the genealogy of plants and crossbreeding, just doesn't happen. Swears like I'm going to end this fucking bloodline — tries to flirt with him for two seconds and Alphonse is like...damn dommy king okay bites lip. but at this point cam is just so enraged he cant even think about anything but hate LMAO

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Modern AU is kinda funny bc theres none of that weird family shit going on he and alphonse are just in a kink dynamic. Uh happy pride ig. They both kinda hate each other but in a mutual respect kinda way

Tidbits though uhh

All my fey are based on a type of insect or animal. Cam's is a chameleon, his armour is based on golden tortoise beetle shells.

His eladrin version has chameleon plant leaves

His name is a poorly disguised pun. Cam(eron) O'Vladjcik - Camouflage

His main stage person is a tiefling named Martinus (discoverer of the chameleon plant) Dolos (greek god of deception) who has a kinda matador outfit, and Seamus, a satyr.

He's agender but always uses he him regardless of presentation.

Modern AU, has a horribly modern industrial style home that looks like it costs a million. Also keeps his granola and coffee pods in big glass jars. Almond mom energy. And he smokes. Yucky

Kinda hard to avoid in dnd setting but a bit of a hypochondriac.

Lot of the sock and buskin (theatre masks) motifs going on for him. Its why his face looks like that. SJFDKFD

His spells are flavoured to be theatre themed (summons a broom like Enter stage left!! Spotlight faerie fire, mannequin spirit guardians, trapdoor misty step, etc.) he is a theatre kid above all else

Hes like a homophobic homosexual

Spanish accent, baritone singing voice.

Changeling, bard expertise, actor feat -- my deception is +15.

Big art snob, i really love him, i talk shit but i actually really do enjoy writing his character, its fun playing insufferable npcs

im sure theres more but thats all i can remember rn. sorry its so long

#ANYWAYS #sorry im INSANE #about my Ocs #cam #oc #ocs #changeling #dnd #unseelie #fae #fey #feywild

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mermaidsirennikita · 9 months

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listen i *really* don't like method acting but the way the media talks about jeremy strong is bizzare. they literally twist his words and the words of his co-stars to make sensationalistic headlines.

I actually have nothing against method acting, and I think a lot of the sensationalism surrounding method acting is due to the fact that it's a term that has kind of lost meaning (like gaslighting or narcissist) because it's used hyperbolically or simply incorrect. Lik, we know the method is a real technique, and there are real parameters to it, and actors can be effectively trained it. It might seem obnoxious and artsy when correctly applied, but it's not harmful... when correctly applied. What a lot of people, including actors, describe as method acting is not the correct application. And let's not forget--I don't think that you need to be a trained actor to be a great one and there's a huge issue with access to the arts and elitism, BUT many actors who say they're using the method have not taken a single acting less of any kind. Whether or not their results "work", they're not working with a trained knowledge of any techniques. It's like someone who's never been trained to sing opera saying that they're singing operatically.

To be clear, I don't expect people to generally *know* this, but actors should; and it's irritating that an actual technique has been used by abusers to excuse abuse.

Like, one actor who does apparently use the method (often, though not always) is Nicole Kidman. She doesn't talk about it much, but she does it and gets great results, and you don't hear about her bothering much of anyone.

As is Jeremy Strong, who does not claim to be method, lol. Probably because Jeremy truly studies his craft and knows that it is an actual thing. Personally, I don't think the media has a personal agenda against Jeremy; but I think they see a guy who does not do a lot of interviews, is both surprisingly open (in simply not pretending to be any less of a geek than he is, and earnestly loving his art) while also being kind of reserved. He doesn't look like a conventional star. He's a true character actor who somehow ended up on one of the biggest shows of the last decade. He doesn't come from an acting dynasty, didn't come into the industry with powerful connections (just connections with people trying to hustle into the industry at the same time as he was). He's friends with A-List actors who will jump to his defense. All of this just makes him more clickable, imo--and that's why the media spins shit about him.

I do think that Brian Cox genuinely dislikes him (and who knows if it's mutual--I don't, because Jeremy keeps his mouth shut on that, a great quality) simply because of how many times he's dogged him specifically. Like, there is the way Alan Ruck conveys things, which expresses "yeah sometimes you worry" but in a manner that suggests polite concern without anything serious, a couple times, and there is the way Brian goes on and on. I also think Brian has really gotten into the idea of being the world's grumpy grandpa and being quoted everywhere... and based off his JKR comments, I don't know that he's nearly as intelligent as he puts on.

But the comments from everyone else definitely get twisted. It seems like the show was run like a workplace; it was cohesive, you don't hear about big dramatics, they worked, they did their thing (fun fact: I think it was Mark Mylod that said that Jeremy usually required fewer takes than other actors like Kieran, which kind of flies in the face of the "holding up production with his antics" narrative lol), some of them stayed in touch, some didn't. Not all professional relationships become intense friendships, and that doesn't mean those relationships were negative (something I think fandom fails to understand, while also failing to understand that acting is both an art and a job).

I think everyone in that cast, except for Nick Braun, is super talented and did amazing work. It doesn't sound like there was anything abusive or intensely acrimonious going on there. Like, it's wild to me that people are trying to equate Jeremy and the Succession cast to Leto and the Suicide Squad cast.

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felikatze · 8 months

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Very important: The demon who adopted a grandson AITA, what story is this?? I need to read it. Or watch it. I need it please it's so cute---

That one's talking about Sullivan from Welcome to Demon School, Iruma-kun!

As you can tell from the AITA, the story follows fourteen year old Iruma Suzuki, after his shitty parents sell him to a demon, only for said demon to become his grandpa. Now he's going to demon school and making friends <3 It's a comedy series first and foremost, but it's got a lotof heart to it, and a lot of adorable moments.

The series has both an anime and a manga. The manga doesn't have an official english version though, so read it on mangadex

Pros of the Anime (3 seasons):

great voice acting, both sub and dub

great music

added musical numbers? (good for the idol arcs, at least)

Cons of the Anime

rather stiff animation

the battler party arc in the first season drags for SO LONG good lord

Pros of the Manga (300+ chapters)

the art gets absolutely GORGEOUS as the series goes on

extremely great expression work, great use of textures, great character design

runs longer than the anime (duh)

Cons of the Manga

rough translations until Misfit Scans take over

early art is a lil meh (but still cute!)

some lingering beta designs for some of the cast

If you read the manga on mangadex, do use Misfit Scans' translations whenever possible. They redid the first volume and take over at chapter 44, so translations from chapter 7 to 43 can get.. rough. Wicked House is not good.

Anyway, yeah! Mairuma is a super great comfort series for me. Plot kicks in later, but it's mainly about Iruma growing as a person. I'd imagine he resonates a lot with neglected or absued people - the fantasy of this poor kid getting whisked away into a new life and family that loves him. Iruma starts out as meek, as a total pushover, to his own detriment. And "Iruma can't say no to anything" is constant weakness of his, but his kindness is also his strength - his willingness to help others is what shakes the individualist society of the netherworld at its core.

The series also places a lot of focus on greed as a positive thing, which is fantastic! Iruma is confronted with his own desires, time and time again. What does he want? How will he take it? Demons are selfish creatures, and he's one of them now! So, be a demon! Fight for your desires!

It's just great okay.

We also have a canonically NB catperson (thank you Opera), the most poly subtext I've ever damn well seen in a work ever (thank you love trio), canonically lesbian pop idols (gyari my beloved).

Main downside of the cast is there is ONE obligatory pervert character but a) never actually succeeds in putting fanservice offscreen b) much less grating presence than M*neta c) at least has SOME character stuff going on outside that. My favorite arc w him has him competing with a girl to see who's the most elegant beast tamer and it's played entirely straight.

ANYWAY YEAH! Go read Welcome to Demon School, Iruma-kun! / Mairimashita, Iruma-kun!

HAVE SOME IMAGES UNDER THE CUT

Volume 23 cover art. Iruma (middle) with his grandpa Sullivan (left), and the catbutler Opera (right) playing video games together!! They're such a cute family.

Volume 25 cover art of Iruma (middle) together with his best friends Clara (left) and Azzy (right). Love trio!! (these three have so much poly subtext oh my GOD)

choice excerpt from the volume 22 evildol games arc for you yes there are TWO idol arcs where iruma crossdresses yes they are BOTH fantastic and no there is no transmisoginy and the main joke of iruma in a dress is that he makes everybody bisexual

(featuring amelie azazel who is also in the prime running for love interest next to the love trio but tbh the harem elements do not bother me at all because iruma loves all of his friends so so much)

ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVORITE MOMENTS!!! HARVEST FESTIVAL ARC YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS!!!!

my main complaints of the series would be that despite boys getting to be gender noncomforming a lot the girls are all very. Girls. like they are Specifically Girls you know what I mean right. also using hebrew as a basis for your demon alphabet is kind of a bad look generally.

otherwise. super cute series. traumatized kid finally gets to go out of survival mode. a lot of things abt iruma as a character are shaped by that trauma and it SHOWS and the harvest festival arc in particular is my favorite because he's forced to grapple with his lasting fear of abandonment and all that good stuff, BUT HIS FRIENDS ALWAYS COME THRUUU!!! THEY'LL STICK BY HIM FOREVER!!!

i love it a lot. i'm gonna reread it now. thank you.

#Feli gets asked #mairimashita! iruma kun #READ MAIRUMA. IT'S GOOD.@

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Name one favorite band from each decade

well!! this should be uh. interesting. forgive me for starting in the 1940s since I'm not exactly well-versed in bands from earlier decades

1940s: glenn miller and his orchestra I kinda grew up listening to them on accident, probably because of dad's army, something my m*ther, dad and grandpa love/loved to watch. I don't tend to listen to them that often, but since I do have a favourite then well I might as well put it down!

1950s: bill haley and his comets again, this is my dad's influence, but several of the songs on the cassettes he made up for me were by them. I also have a copy of the rock around the clock album that I got for free at a record fair a long time ago and I would say it's my oldest but I have a 78rpm disc from the 30s. I guess it's my oldest playable disc since we don't have a working 78rpm player

1960s: the easybeats now this was a tough choice! I nearly put the rolling stones, but also I think I enjoy a more wide selection of the easybeats' music than the stones' (not to say I don't enjoy their 60s body of work, it's more about the level at which my brain vibrates) and honestly how can I not list the band I have spent the most money buying albums of

1970s: the kinks I know. but considering that the glenn miller orchestra were formed in the 30s I can count the kinks for my 70s band, since I think I slightly prefer seventies kinks over 60s kinks musically (otherwise the shit that they got up to in the 60s wins out like dave really invited his mother to his shag pad with porn lying about) and yeah. I listened to 20th century man again today in the car before I unwillingly fell asleep. shit's good

1980s: flash and the pan was tempted to put the kinks again but. did you expect anything else from me. I wish opera singers was on the internet in better quality so y'all can go feral over it too

1990s: pink floyd was tough since I don't actually listen to stuff from that decade too often. just hasn't ever been my thing? but honest to god my choice came down to douglas adams playing with them that one time and probably being that publius guy (ik he denied it but seems like something he'd do. dude was probably doing it to procrastinate)

2000s: my chemical romance again, don't really listen to bands from this decade. like yeah I listened to radio pop at the time but also I was at max eight years old, so like. I kinda did have to list the band I've enjoyed most in casual passing (also kinda influenced by gerard way using a flamethrower I like fire)

2010s: for half the 2010s the only things I listened to were classical music/film music (aka I had been watching the same films over and over again and uh. kinda memorised the soundtracks to listen to in my head. I did not have much internet access which is why I did that but I did also pirate dr who music to my phone during the time I DID have it) so my knowledge of the music of the 2010s is. rusty. or alternatively remembering the shitty songs people blasted in various spaces at school and I so desperately wanted to make them listen to the fuckin salt and pepper diner challenge if we remember that. fuck it the tso is definitely my most consistently listened to 'band' (it's an orchestra) from that decade even if I think I found my old spotify wrapped decade thing and it says I listened to queen the most. yikes

2020s: abba like the fact that they released a new album and it slaps and I have two copies of it made this choice easy lol

anyway thank you for putting up with my long answer!! yes I was very weird in the first half of the 2010s, don't @ me

#I swear to god the abc classics radio was my saviour in what you'd call middle school #it was. high school for me. god I remember going into college and thinking I'd be so cool and then day one #realising I had the same cross-grade group and everyone still knew me and I was not shaking the reputation I had #so. I kept to myself. and eventually stopped functioning but that had nothing to do with it #anyway the second I discovered I could buy cds n shit I would carry them visibly in my pocket to try n seem cool #literally who was gonna ask for a cd to be put on. WHAT was I thinking #especially not rubber soul. that album's good I'll admit but to people listening to radio pop it's a no go

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I just need to ask what's your opinion on all the Dateables, and Luke?

I've been waiting for this question lmao. Warning for potential spoilers!

Diavolo

I like the way his character is built. I adore the 'character with world ending power that just uses it to dick around' trope like there's no tomorrow. But I also like that he more or less has good intentions when he uses his powers, though not realizing it's more of an inconvenience than anything. His antics are extra as hell and I like the way his brain works. Oh, you want some downtime? Here's your own private island. And then when he shows his rare moments of maturity and actual wisdom? Chef kiss 👌 Also doesn't like pickles.

Barbatos

Mixed feelings about this man. Not because of his personality, but because I know very little and I haven't found anything to tether me into reading up on him. I do like how he also has world ending powers, but he's been assigned eternal babysitter to the universe's buffest toddler and he couldn't be happier. I used to think he was more like a tired grandpa, so it's funny to know that he simps for the prince. This man goes out of his way to purchase Diavolo merch despite literally living with him. And even though he's always cool and collected, it's not cliched? It makes sense that he's like that, being a fuckin time lord who can peek into infinite multiverses. And it's funny when he just teases the people around him I'm 👌👌👌 Oh yeah his rat fear is funny too

Solomon

Another man I am not familiar with. I know very little about his personality, other than the fact that he can't cook but likes to. He chooses magic and potions as his go-to for the most minor of inconveniences, accidentally granted himself immortality, and somehow has a whole legion of demons at his disposal. But I've seen so little about this guy that I don't know?? What to think about him?? He talks in a careful way and seems like he's got good intentions, but I know he's capable of some underhanded things. Kinda shady, likes opera.

Simeon

Hmmmmmmmmm okay so before you judge me, hear me out. Simeon is a good guy, and fits what I imagine is the stereotypical image of a humanized angel. He's endlessly kind and compassionate, cares deeply for the people around him, and he can be a little airheaded. I like how he's terrible with technology and I fully believe he's attempted to physically go to the App Store at some point. I know there's more depth to his character with the whole celestial war thing and fighting alongside the brothers, but I'm not far enough in the story to see that. From what I know, he's just a good guy mom friend. I'd like him as a person irl, but as a character, I'm still on the fence.

Luke

Sweet little boy. Love him, but also hmmm. His personality is that of a generic tsundere sometimes, but I do like how he lightens up more often than not. His relationship with Barbatos is a good one too, since it seems like they wouldn't be compatible if you didn't know the context. Noisy boy, but what can you expect from a kid. Also cute how he's a tryhard.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date?#shall we date? obey me!#shall we date obey me #obey me dateables #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke

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kaeyasgirl · 3 years

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katsuki x reader - late night car drives

A/N - the phantom of the opera fic is in the works! It’ll be out soon, I promise. In the meantime, enjoy this! <3

Staying up late was one of your worst habits.

You glanced over at your alarm clock. The glowing letters read ‘3:00 am’. You sighed as you leaned back against your headboard, running your fingers through your hair.

You don’t know how long you sat there, staring at the ceiling. But the glow of your lit-up phone screen caught your attention. You leaned over and scanned the screen, eyebrows furrowing at what you read.

Bakugou - hey, dumbass

Bakugou - i can’t sleep, and i know you’re awake too

Bakugou - come downstairs

You stared at the messages for a moment. Yes, you and Katsuki were friends. But you were normally the one sending messages, not him. Nevertheless, you climbed out of bed and quietly exited your dorm room.

You climbed down the stairs, clad in your tank top and sleeping shorts. Your eyes searched the room, landing on a spiky mess of ash-blond hair.

You walked over and ruffled the boy’s hair, leaning over the back of the couch to gaze at his face.

“I’m surprised you’re not asleep. Especially with your grandpa-like sleep routine,�� You teased, a sleepy lull to your voice.

Katsuki’s red eyes flickered up to your face. He eyed you for a silent moment, then finally spoke.

“Whatever. Do you want to go for a drive or not?” His voice had a deep rasp to it. He wrapped his arm around the back of the couch, twisting his head to get a better look at you.

You searched his eyes for a moment, noticing the tired look they held. But yet, they were soft as they gazed at your face. You nodded in response.

He let out a rough hum, standing up and stretching his muscles. You watched him shuffle to the door, then turn to gaze back at you in question, his eyes asking ‘you coming?’.

You quickly scampered after him, a few butterflies stirring in your stomach as he opened the door for you. You skipped out into the hall, barefoot and with no source of warmth whatsoever.

Katsuki eyed you up and down, “You have no shoes. And no jacket.”

“I’ll be fine!” You assured him as you exited the dorm building, making way to his car.

“If you get cold and complain, I’m not doing anything about it,” He growled, unlocking the car and sliding into the driver’s seat.

You rolled your eyes and plopped into the passenger’s seat, sticking your tongue out at Katsuki as he started the car.

You both fell into a comfortable silence as he pulled the car out of the parking lot. You leaned your head against the window and gazed out of it at the scenery. You felt relaxed, with the quiet rumbling of the car and the quiet sound of Katsuki’s humming.

The sudden tune of f/s filled your ears. You turned your head to glance at Katsuki, but his eyes were glued on the road. But you didn’t fail to notice his phone slide from his hand and into the cup holder, youtube opened and playing your f/s.

You started to hum along to the song and drum your fingers against the middle console. You bobbed your head up and down with the beat, a smile appearing on your lips.

Katsuki’s eyes flickered over to you for a moment. At that moment, his eyes softened upon seeing your smile. His ears perked at your humming. As he turned his eyes back to the road, he started humming too.

Your humming trailed off as you peered out the window. “Where exactly are we going, Suki?”

He cleared his throat as his heart fluttered at the nickname. He chose not to reply, instead giving you a quick but sly look.

A few moments later, Katsuki parked the car at the top of a grassy hill. You watched as he got out of the car and opened the door for you. You stepped out and looked around, then turned to give Katsuki a confused look.

Katsuki took out a blanket from the back of the car and walked towards a flat spot on the hill. He spread the blanket out a sat down, patting the spot beside him.

Slowly, you went to sit down beside him. As you turned your gaze away from him, you couldn’t help but gasp.

The lights of the city sparkled beneath your spot on the hill, creating a beautiful scene. You tilted your head up, eyes widening at the beautiful night sky, filled with twinkling stars.

“It’s beautiful,” You spoke breathlessly.

Katsuki sighed softly. His gaze didn’t linger on the city nor the sky; it rested on you. “Yeah.”

You looked over at him and caught his gaze. You laughed softly, tilting your head a bit. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Katsuki slowly reached over to tuck a loose strand of your h/c hair behind your ear. He gazed into your eyes, watching as they sparkled brighter than any of the stars in the night sky.

“‘Cause you’re pretty,” He muttered, his eyes flickering down to your lips.

Your breath hitched as he leaned forward. Your eyes fluttered shut as his lips met with yours. You kissed right then and there, under the bright night sky.

You pulled apart to breathe, your hands around his neck and his fingers gripping at your waist.

“I love you, Katsuki,” You whispered, just loud enough for only him to hear.

He sighed and rested his forehead against yours, a peaceful expression on his face.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

#bakugou x you #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou #my hero academia #katsuki bakugo x y/n #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n

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1kook · 4 years

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imax & climax

summary; The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack. warnings; fingering, blowjobs, tit play, praise kink, standing sex, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl kinda idk lol, daddy kink that morphs into i love u kink tags; jk is an avid history channel viewer, jk hates Barbie movies ik we took an L today girls 😔, jk goes thru like 4 personality changes (commanding > soft > mean > in love), honestly idk what to tag it’s a mess, he’s still cheesy and romantic but also 👀 just read word count; 9.8k

notes; there is no rest for the wicked, aka miss 1kook writes another part for this fic i swore wasn't gonna be a series except this time we ditch the gentlemen persona and go into maximum overdrive. its not proofread bc i wrote this entire thing at 4 am last night after inhaled a whole bucket of spicy popcorn

[ part 1 ; netflix & chill ] [ part 2 ; hulu & wohoo ]

Jungkook sees it on display during your weekly Target trip. You know he won’t say anything because despite how long you’ve dated he still likes to pretend he’s the epitome of adult maturity. Yet the way his eyes linger over the electronics section, cart rolling to a stop in front of the massive screen, tells you all you need to know.

“Baby, the toilet paper is this way,” you sing, giving the front of the cart a gentle tug that pulls it and his thoughts away from the television that seems to hold reign over his interest.

“Ah,” he mumbles as he shakes himself out of whatever trance he was in. “Right.”

The Target trip ends rather uneventfully; you grab all the items you came for and make the executive decision of swapping Jungkook’s tangerine bathroom soap with strawberry instead. Normally he’d put up a good fight, argue about the comfort that came with consistency, but today he says nothing. You chalk it up to that flatscreen that hypnotized him earlier.

“You wanted it,” you announce rather pointedly in the car. He’s backing out of the parking space now, one hand on the wheel the other pressed to the side of your seat. His jaw twitches as he tries to maneuver around a stray shopping cart someone didn’t return to the retrieval area. He’s wearing that dark jumper you like, with the high collar that covers all of last night’s bruises up wonderfully.

Jungkook scoffs as he finally gets the two of you back onto the main road, Target and the flat screen left behind. “I didn’t,” he defends. “Just thought it was neat.”

You snort. “Neat. Okay, grandpa, did it tickle your pickle?” you tease, obnoxiously leaning over the center console to get all in his face. Jungkook greets your proximity with a palm against your forehead.

“Please don’t ever say that again,” he laughs, pulling to a stop at the next red light. He turns to level you with an easygoing grin, sparkly anime girl eyes extra shiny under the red glow. “Only want you to tickle my pickle.”

You gag. “That’s actually disgusting.”

——

You graduate on a Saturday and your dorm stay expires on the Tuesday that follows. You spend the entire day shoving all your belongings into a variety of trash bags, from your weighted blanket to the collection candles you and Doyeon swore to light every night and never did. Speaking of Doyeon, she cries through the entire process. From the moment you take down the first wall decoration she’s in tears, and not even her mom, who’s come to help out, can quell her emotions. The girl cries and cries. She cries throughout the clean up, like she hadn’t spent the week before cursing the funky aircon system to hell and back. It’s probably the nostalgia that comes with leaving college, you assume. When Jungkook picks you up around noon, even your eyes are glassy.

Jungkook’s mom, who you only just met a few months ago, is over at his place when you arrive. You get along fairly well, in fact, you would even go as far as to claim you got along really well. You had first met her over this past spring break when Jungkook invited you along to his family trip to some tropical island. The Jeons were lovely people. In fact, had Jungkook not explicitly introduced them as his parents, you would’ve thought they were some sitcom actors carrying out the role of most in love, sophisticated lovers to ever exist. Yeah, they were super into each other, and you suppose it’s why Jungkook is the way he is, loves as hard as he does. The only thing that broke their attention away from each other was the sight of their precious Jungkookie bringing you to a family event.

It was hard to keep them entertained. Every second was spent worrying about your appearance, your demeanor, whether or not you looked like a devil beside their (your) angelic boy. It certainly didn’t help that Jungkook was wearing that obnoxiously floral shirt at the restaurant you went to, the first three buttons undone almost lazily. It was a look your boyfriend rarely showed, always so meticulously dressed. Of course, he had that cute boyish style of his that consisted almost exclusively of baggy pants and designer tee’s a little too plain to cost as much as they did. But even those outfits had a specific Jungkook rhythm to them— the darker tones always went with the pants that had twelve buckles on them; the long sleeves always went with the jeans. He was awfully particular about those kinds of self-set rules, and this jarring floral print did not fit any of them. It was too provocative, the black skinny jeans he’d paired with it too devious.

Maybe he knew what he was doing to you dressed so hot like this, but knowing Jungkook, you doubt he did. His parents hadn’t batted a single lash his way, eyes laser focused on your every word as you stumbled through three plates and dessert. It was a battle you fought alone, and one you barely survived.

So despite you impressing his parents, she still gives you an odd look when you enter Jungkook’s swanky townhouse with all your garbage bags of items. You promise her it’s just for the weekend, until your parents clean out your old room that they’ve filled to the brim with holiday decorations and miscellaneous objects. You’re not trying to take her baby chick out of the nest. (Yet.)

You watch TV for a couple hours, mostly her favorite soap operas on his 67 in. screen. It takes up a huge spot on the wall where it’s mounted, glossy black screen glaring back at you. Even his mom scolds him for such a huge screen, and you wonder how she’d feel about the absolute giant he ogled at the Target last week. Super angry, you think, and the image of her raging in flames while Jungkook apologizes like the momma’s boy he is makes you giggle.

She leaves a little after sunset, kissing and hugging the both of you on the doorstep like she’s going off to war and will never return. She’ll be back by the weekend, desperate to check on her baby boy, but you let her have her moment. It’s weird seeing how dramatic the Jeons are compared to how reserved Jungkook is.

You pounce on him the second she’s gone. He goes down with a muffled yelp against the sofa, hands grasping at your waist until you straddle him and begin going to town. Your fun lasts all of two minutes before the old lady novella Jungkook’s mom had been watching cuts to commercials and a loud advertisement for irritable bowel syndrome medication begins playing.

“Oh, that is so not sexy,” you whine childishly, trying to roll your hips over him again. Jungkook laughs, all low and sweet as he sits back up again.

“Give it a rest,” he says, shifting you until he’s got you hugged between those stupidly strong arms of his. His pecs feel strong and comforting beneath your cheek, and the feeling makes your tiny pouting session end earlier than usual. “Come on,” he mumbles as he manhandles you around, until your back is pressed against his chest and you’re sitting between his legs. “Let’s watch this film on Mesopotamian folklore and its overall significance to the nations it birthed after its downfall.”

——

You rarely use the key Jungkook gifted you a few months back. The majority of your visits to Jungkook’s house were either the result of Jungkook picking you up from somewhere and bringing you back, or Jungkook inviting you over after dinner. In short, he was always with you when you arrived at his stoop.

Today you’re alone, juggling two boxes of takeout and some cheap wine in one hand as you fight to unlock his door. He hadn’t answered his phone, which leads you to believe he’s holed himself up again in that damn study. He likes to do that sometimes, lock himself away like some modern day Rapunzel until he finishes whatever project he has this time around. When he gets like this, it’s like all other body functions are forgotten, his brain zeroed in on the lines of code you barely understand.

Just as you suspect, the house is too dark when you finally break in. The hall light is off, which isn’t out of the norm, but so are the kitchen and living room lights. You pad down the hall, flicking on the light to the living room to set down your offerings onto the edge of the coffee table. There’s a scrambled pile of notes on top that seem too disorderly to disregard. You whirl around, making to head back out into the hall and down to the study, when you see it.

A good 90 inches mounted on his wall. It’s a monstrosity of a screen, devouring nearly the entire surface of the wall, from stainless end to stainless end. It’s ridiculously thin in the way all modern TVs are, but this one is even more so given the fact you hadn’t registered it in your peripheral when you walked in. It’s just barely short of a Jumbotron, the kind they have at baseball games to make sure you can see every nose hair on the pitcher.

His mom was going to kill him.

“Jungkook?” you call out slowly, inching back out into the hall with your gaze glued to the screen. Like maybe you’ve imagined this all and that isn’t the stupidly gigantic television screen Jungkook had gawked at just a few weeks ago.

There’s a soft hum down the hall, the sound slipping beneath the bottom gap in the door frame. You make a beeline for the room, oddly unsettled with the huge screen. The door gives way, exposing your boyfriend’s hunched back and the blue light from his monitors that highlights his frame. “Hi, sweetie,” you begin, inching over to him.

“Hi,” he sighs, leaning back into your touch when you step behind him. His dark eyes are weary from staring at his tablet for too long, his usual tender expression melted into one of mild irritation. “Can’t figure this out,” he says, tapping his stylus against one line of absolute nerd gibberish you don’t bother trying to decipher. Maybe another day you would have entertained him, but today you cherish this moment with him knowing it might be his last before his mom comes over and kills him.

“Sounds like break time to me!” Your proclamation makes him frown, a frustrated groan pulling itself from his lips. His head droops forward again, chin touching his chest. But there’s a hint of relief in his groan that tells you all you need to know. “Baby needs a break,” you smile, pressing a peck against the back of his head.

“You’re baby,” he tries to fight, but his limbs are so pliant under your touch that it practically means nothing. “I’m the head honcho around here.”

“Uh huh,” you appease him, finally managing to tug all that muscled body out of his seat. “And apparently that means making dumb purchases.”

“What dumb purchases? Are you talking about the cactus again?” he asks, letting you guide him back down the hall.

“Yes, Kook, the cactus you haven’t watered in three months,” you drawl sarcastically, the sad plant sitting in the kitchen a reminder of both your incompetence. “Namjoon would hate you for that.”

Not amused by the insinuation of his favorite senpai being disappointed in him, Jungkook goes to fight you on that. By then you’ve stopped at the entrance of the living room, glaring at the straight up theater screen that sits on the wall. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” you mimic, flopping down on the ground beside the coffee table. Jungkook doesn’t follow, choosing to sprawl himself over the couch instead. “What’s with the Jumbotron?”

He stretches his arms out, moaning something sinful at the way his bones pop. “It adds to the experience,” he says. “Movies are more enjoyable when the pictures are bigger; a tall aspect ratio and stadium seating really add to the experience.” He was such a nerd.

You snort. “The experience— Oh, I’m sorry. Didn’t know I was speaking to Mr. IMAX here.”

His cheeks flush a soft pink at your jab. “Don’t be mean,” he mumbles, tugging on your arm as he sits back up. You find your way onto his lap, neatly seated over one thigh like he’s the Santa Claus at the mall; not a single gray hair in sight but you’d still let him call you his hoe, hoe, hoe. Realizing there’s more important matters to attend to than Jungkook’s Christmas ham, you shake those images away.

“Good thing I brought a movie,” you beam, gesturing to the pretty pink case resting over top the takeout bag.

Jungkook doesn’t even spare it a single glance as he burrows into your neck. “What? No, we’re finishing the docuseries on—“

You groan loudly to muffle the rest of his sentence. “Kook, I don’t wanna watch another episode on Stonehenge being done by aliens,” you whine, picking up the movie case to brandish in his face.

It’s admittedly the wrong move when Jungkook’s eyes roll themselves into another dimension. “Absolutely not,” he says. The case is quickly discarded off to the side as he attempts to distract you with a kiss against your cheek.

Too bad you’re evil and determined. “No! We are watching the Princess and the Pauper and that’s final,” you exclaim, scrambling for the movie before he can hurl it out the window. He catches you by the waist, your fingers just an inch away from the pink case. “Babe!” you cry, but his fingerprints are bruising their way into your skin.

“No more Barbie movies,” he begs, yanking you back onto his lap. He does so with so much force that it makes the two of you tumble to the side, your head bouncing on the cushions as he catches himself over you. “Please.”

“I hate you,” you fuss, pointedly ignoring the tiny mole beneath his lip that drove you crazy. “We’ve seen every single thing on the History Channel this week, but we can’t watch one Barbie movie?”

Jungkook sighs, dropping his head down against your shoulder. He smells good and feels even better over you, but you’re not going to stop until the Princess and the Pauper is breaking in the new Jumbotron. “It’s weird,” he huffs, voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “Especially when we start getting… experimental, and I have to listen to Barbie sing in the background.”

“First of all, her name is Annaleise in this movie,” you correct, squirming beneath him to no avail. “Secondly, how do you think I feel when you’re eating me out while some old British dude narrates the creation of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon?”

Jungkook scoffs, finally letting himself snuggle completely into you. “You don’t even realize it because you’re screaming the whole way through.” That earns him a sharp tug at his ear that has him sputtering apology after apology.

“It’s boring!” you feel the need to emphasize.

Jungkook sits up with an uppity look on his face. “It’s not my fault you don’t appreciate the cinematography that comes from educational pieces,” he points out, rather presumptuously.

You shove him off of you. “I don’t care about cinnamon topography, just play the damn Barbie movie,” you hiss, swiping the movie case from the other end of the couch and pressing it to his chest. If words could hurt, yours definitely do. Jungkook crumbles against the couch, childishly stomping one sock-clad foot against the ground as you gesture toward the movie player.

He doesn’t move, and you’re about to begin another tirade against his snobby movie critiquing habits when he procures a sleek, tiny remote that you would honestly mistake for an iPhone from a distance. It has, no joke, about seven buttons max, four of which are just the up and down, left and right arrows. You let out a low whistle at that. Wow. Technology sure was advancing.

The TV turns on to some minimalistic home page, tiny widgets showing every app it has; the bottom row is dedicated almost entirely to Jungkook’s massive streaming service provider collection. After a moment of brewing in his feels, Jungkook quietly announces, “it’s on Amazon Prime.” This is news to you, being able to watch a Barbie film on a streaming service and not the old disk you scratched when you were ten. Something distinctly carnal flashes in your chest when Jungkook clicks through all the payment options without a care in the world. Oh, that was definitely going into your horny 3 am dreams.

Despite his earlier protests, you know Jungkook will soon fall into his usual movie watching habits. He settles into the couch beside you. You cuddle up next to him, enveloping him with the grip of a killer octopus choking out its prey, except Jungkook is usually the one doing the choking in this relationship. Still, it’s not close enough, and you throw your legs over his thigh. You’re practically sitting on him at this point.

You have no doubt the speakers on this thing are average; it was too thin to really pack any punch. However, that was the TV sans the Bluetooth speakers Jungkook has installed all around his house.

(You swear when the android uprising finally begins, your boyfriend will be the first one out.)

The speakers really amplify the sound. The opening sequence has your bones rattling inside your body, the loud music of the selection screen reverberating through the entire living room. It reminds you of that pounding COMING SOON clip that used to play at the beginning of DVD’s back in the day. Jungkook scrambles to lower the volume. “Sweetheart, you’re cutting off my circulation,” he wheezes afterwards.

“What? This is how we always watch movies,” you say with a frown.

“Yes, and I always end up with less oxygen than before.”

He doesn’t let you argue, which is good, because you could make a thirty five slide PowerPoint presentation on the advantages of watching movies like this. One, your boyfriend was warm. Two, your boyfriend smelt good. Three, your boyfriend’s ripped body awoke some ancient being inside of you that would not rest until his cock was halfway down your thro—

He hauls you into his lap. The angle forces you to let him go, instead met with the jarring nothingness of having his hot body ripped away. Meanwhile he gets to wrap you up in his arms, hold you like a teddy bear to his chest. “I hate this,” you huff, but the movie is already starting, the beautiful blonde Anneliese appearing on screen. You lean back against his chest, pout still evident. “This is ridiculous,” you snort, her face blown up on this jumbo screen.

“Shut up,” he says, settling in behind you. “Movie’s starting.”

Most Barbie movies you watch end up in one of two ways: either Jungkook falls asleep twenty minutes in or he stays up until the end to critique every aspect of it. With the way he’d gone soft from your early battle, you’re guessing he was going to knock out before the Princess can even meet the Pauper.

As much as you hate to admit it, the huge screen does incite quite a thrill in you. There’s something so nostalgic about watching one of your favorite childhood movies on a screen this huge. The size showcases the sheer perfection that is every single Barbie movie. You lose yourself in the movie, singing along to the opening song and growing agitated when the antagonist appears.

Jungkook says nothing, and you’re half convinced he’s taken his first preferred route and snoozed off, when his fingers twitch around your waist.

There it was.

The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack.

“Absolutely not,” you say, slapping a hand down over his before he can slip beneath the fabric of your shorts.

He lets out an indignant noise, a puff of air running along the side of your face. You ease his hands back over your stomach, taking extra care to knot your fingers with his. “We’re supposed to be breaking in your new screen,” you remind him, glancing up to catch his unimpressed expression.

He complains quietly, but he settles.

For all of twenty seconds.

“Oh my god,” you sigh, trying to act like the subtle rutting of his cock on your behind was a nuisance and not the luxury it is. “Babe, the jumbo screen… look at it.”

“Not even jumbo,” he murmurs against your ear, hot breath sending a shiver down your spine that has your toes curling. You fight to keep his hands still, but the muscles in his forearm tense, inked skin contracting as he slips them between your thighs. You suck in a sharp inhale, trying to maintain your immovable front. Jungkook sees the fortress you’ve built around yourself in the name of watching The Princess and the Pauper, and spares you no mercy with his attack. His hands massage the skin of your thighs, tiny shorts doing absolutely nothing to save you from him. “Jumbo didn’t fit.”

The back of your mind registers the fact he was apparently trying to get a TV even bigger than this. You tuck it away for later to snitch to his mom. For now, you’d very much appreciate it if he could make you cum before the two girls perform the iconic “I Am a Girl Like You” song.

His hands are so smooth, soft skin tracing over your body like you were nothing but a slab of clay ready to be molded under his touch. He abandons your thighs to creep them under your shirt, where he wastes no time tugging the cups of your bra down to fondle your breasts.

Belatedly, your stupid tongue remembers to move. “I know something jumbo that fits,” you babble, rolling your head back against his shoulder. Jungkook laughs at the utter stupidity of your sentence, and the aforementioned jumbo thing fattens against your ass, before brushing his lips against yours. The airy laughter, one of your favorite sounds in the world, is swallowed up by your greedy mouth. “Can fit in two places, actually,” you murmur when he pulls away. His fingers massage the doughy skin of your boobs causing your back to arch slightly. “Wherever he wants it to.”

“Really,” Jungkook teases, obviously entertained by your silly dirty talk. He’s grown used to your outlandish remarks in the past few months of your relationship.

You like to believe Jungkook has fully accepted your occasional bouts of weirdness. He’s had the last few months to grow familiar with the inner workings of your mind, and even absorbed some of it into his own personality. Which is why he doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by you referring to his cock as jumbo, when there were admittedly more fitting words to describe it as.

(Thick, juicy, angry, demon cock, if he really wanted to know.)

“Where do you think it should go?” he asks, the low hum of his voice snapping you out or your thoughts. There was no need to daydream about a cock that was right in front of you. His hands slow their gentle caress over you, fingers closing in on your nipples.

A sharp hiss pulls itself from your throat, chest arching as he tugs and toys with your hardened nipples. “Wh-Wherever,” you pant, reaching your own hands down back between your thighs. The phantom of his palms linger, making your hands feel sorely inadequate. “Wherever Daddy wants,” you purr, swallowing harshly when he twists a nipple.

Jungkook groans, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “Don’t,” he sighs, hands faltering over your breasts. Eventually they drift away, settling around your waist as you slip your fingers under the front of your bottoms.

“Why?” you laugh, pointer finger brushing along your clit. “Don’t like it when I call you that, Daddy?”

He lifts his head to watch you play with yourself. His hands grow tight around your waist, labored breath filling the air to harmonize with your breathy moans. You’re absolutely soaking your panties, sticky arousal making the fabric stick to your folds. “You know I do,” he murmurs, watching the outline of your knuckles through the fabric of your shorts. “Thought you wanted to play nice today.” He takes in a sharp inhale when you ease your finger into yourself, a breathy moan escaping from your lips.

You were already so wet, and you’re really not surprised this is how the two of you would break in his new IMAX, high definition flatscreen. Your pussy tightens around your finger, thigh muscles jumping at the intrusion. Fuck, you needed him so bad.

You smirk, drawing your hands out from their hiding spot. The television is the only thing lighting the room, the two of you shrouded in relative darkness. At first, your hand is shadowed by the glow of the screen, nothing more than an outline. But when you turn it just right, the light catches, highlighting the glistening skin of your fingers. It makes Jungkook shudder.

Ever so slowly, you bring your fingers up to his face. The tip of your middle finger runs teasingly against his plump lower lip, his shaky exhales sending a cool breath over your knuckles. “Open, Daddy,” you encourage, watching with rapt attention as he envelopes your fingers between his lips. He sucks, tongue dancing between each digit to slurp off your juices. “Do I taste good? Do you like it?”

You know he loves it, but it never hurts to ask.

Between the two of you, you each had your own share of distinctive interests when it came to sex. Kinks, if you will. You adored the softer, vanilla aspects of sex— the languid makeouts, the slow rutting against his thigh, the whispered praise, the cute pet names. Meanwhile, despite his initially reserved exterior, Jungkook preferred the other end of the spectrum. (You should’ve known from the get go!) He loved it fast and hard, so hard it would make you cry. He liked watching you squirm and beg for his cock while he pushed you to new heights. He liked the sticky, sweaty sex that left you feeling like a used rag beneath him, something you would have never expected given his neat and kind nature.

However, as with all things Jungkook, you always came first. Jungkook’s dream sex style was often pushed to the side in favor of pleasuring you. So quick and rough sex was more of a rare, once in a blue moon, type of luxury. Up until recently, sex had been mostly what you wanted. Either way you did things, Jungkook was fine as long as he got to hold you close.

It was only a few weeks ago that you discovered your shared daddy kink, him obsessed with the idea of shoving you around, something he would otherwise never do. You, on the other hand, found a pleasant satisfaction from being good for him, a stark contrast from your usual sharp tongue and nonexistent filter.

You pull your fingers from his mouth, the sleek drip of your arousal replaced with his saliva. Jungkook grunts as he hauls you further onto his lap, swollen cock nudging itself between your cheeks. “You know I love it, baby,” he growls against your ear. His hot breath fans over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “Have you had your fun now?” he asks, tracing the pads of his fingers around your nipple teasingly.

“Mhm,” you moan. Jungkook’s hands decide they’re done toying with your tits, drifting back down to their original target between your shorts. “Want Daddy to fuck me now.”

He places a kiss against the side of your neck, right over the vein that runs beneath the skin. Jungkook kisses and nips down your skin, until his hair is tickling your collarbones as he sucks a hickey against the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “Is that the right way to ask for something?” he purrs, rubbing your cunt over your shorts.

It’s nowhere near as fulfilling as it would be without the garments. Nonetheless, it makes you ache for him, thighs quivering at the simple touch like you’re a bumbling virgin being touched for the first time. You’re nowhere near that, but every time with Jungkook was exhilarating enough to the point it felt like it was.

“Pretty please,” you pant, covering his hand with yours.

Jungkook rewards you with a fluttery kiss against your shoulder. “Good girl,” he hums. He finally gives you what you want, bypassing the fabric of your shorts and panties to dip his fingers between your folds. You gasp, hips jumping at the sudden brush of his hands along your quivering folds.

“Inside please,” you whimper, knees moving back and forth, only stopping when he helps you out of your bottoms. He places his free hand on one of them, stilling your writhing to fully focus on pleasing the burning fire inside of you. “Jungkook—“

A slap against your cunt that makes you squeal. “Ah ah,” he warns, voice a low tenor against your skin. If you focus hard enough, you can feel the faint brush of a smirk against your neck. “We’re playing a different game right now, pretty girl.”

On screen, your favorite childhood movie is bearing witness to the sinful acts at your boyfriend’s hands. It shouldn’t be surprising how easily you fall into his arms, onto his lap, especially with your history of movie watching with Jungkook.

From your very first date you were enamored with him; the dip of his Cupid’s bow, so innocent and cute, embodied every single aspect of his personality. He was the sweetest, softest boy, one your brain could never conjure in a thousand years. Jungkook’s level of care was hard to come by nowadays; he was a gentleman through and through.

These days he was growing out of that mature persona, and you like to think it’s thanks to you. Your wildness rubbed off on him, made him confident enough to geek out in public, or be adventurous in private. It helped nourish his impulsivity, which led to things like the Super Bowl Jumbotron watching you fuck now.

Despite knowing all this, knowing the way he is, the slow grind against your ass sends a thrill of arousal up your limbs, sensations converging just beneath your mound. “Yes, Daddy,” you mewl accordingly.

Pleased with your obedience, he rewards you by circling your throbbing clit with his thumb. It’s a terribly slow motion, pad of his finger easing over your engorged bud every other second. You wanted more, needed more. You squirm beneath him, attempting to push your clit against his palm. Your efforts are in vain when he clamps a hand down on your waist. “Sit still,” he growls.

You whimper. “Need more,” you rasp out. Your whole body is acting out now, shifting and turning as you try to wiggle closer. Your mouth brushes against his jawline. The sharp angle is the first thing your muddled thoughts focus on, lips hungrily latching onto his porcelain skin to suck a purple blossom onto it.

Any other day Jungkook would bask in the attention, let you bruise his skin up until he was violet from love.

Today... well.

You were playing a different game.

The hand that had been exploring your nether regions suddenly snaps up, catching your chin between his fingers. The wetness that has coated his digits smears messily across your skin, and you whimper when he squishes your cheeks beneath his fingers.

“No ‘please’?” he huffs, turning your head to meet his eyes.

Dark chocolate eyes you’ve come to associate with love and adoration stare back at you unimpressed. His pronounced brow bone twitches, like he’s holding the true intensity of his glare back for your own sake. He slots his mouth against yours with no warning, tongue pushing its way past your lips. It’s messy, his tongue licking into your mouth like you’re nothing but a lollipop for him to suck on. It pulls a surprised moan from your lips that he swallows quickly enough, biting down on your lower lip harshly. When he pulls away, he’s got that same bored look on his face. You feel small under such a cold look, shoulders scrunching up damn near your ears in a subtle attempt to hide from him.

The action makes Jungkook scoff as he leans away from you. He leaves you on his lap alone, like a tiny island desperate to join the main land. You shuffle around in a hurry, looping your arms around his neck in a last ditch effort to calm him down. It does nothing for Jungkook, who only prods his tongue along his cheek as he regards you with a calculating gaze.

After a moment, he finally says, “on your knees.”

Your heart falls out of your chest. “Huh?” you whisper hoarsely, wide eyes taking in his unimpressed expression. “Knees? But Daddy,” you whine, lower lip quivering as you glance down at the hardwood floor.

Anywhere else you wouldn’t have minded. In fact, anywhere else you would’ve been on the floor before the sentence even left his mouth. You loved sucking his dick almost as much as he loved eating you out. However your knees were embarrassingly frail against hard flooring, which is why most blowjobs had been administered in the comfort of his bed or the couch. Sometimes on carpeted surfaces, but Jungkook never pushed when he knew you would be aching the whole time.

Which is why his current demand has you standing stiff. “O-On the floor?” you murmur.

The stark truth was that Jungkook had you terribly spoiled. His constant pampering had convinced you you were invincible. His love was practically handed to you on a silver plate, cloth napkin folded like a crane beside it. He had never made you do something you didn’t like, and he had never put you in an uncomfortable position, mentally or physically.

Until now.

Jungkook gestures for the ground with a curt nod. “Is there a problem?” he inquires.

You look back again, eye the dark wood planks beneath you, glossed over enough to make them shine even in this weak light. “No,” you belatedly respond, slowly pushing yourself off his lap and onto your feet. Your big shirt falls back down, covers the tops of your thighs as you stand nude from the waist down. You’re tempted to just yank it down even more, hide beneath the cloth so he doesn’t have to see you whine and bitch about your knees aching.

Jungkook was so cool. He was so suave and composed. He was the opposite of you, which is why the two of you meshed so well together. You’ve thought about it about ten times tonight, but it was true. Despite all that, there were times his mature exterior made you feel small— small and silly. Like now, with him sitting against the sofa, dark eyes tracing up your legs in amusement.

You sink to the ground, very pointedly avoiding his gaze. The wooden slats are cold and hard beneath your knees, your kneecap immediately screaming in discomfort. Jungkook leans forward with his elbows on his knees, messy curls covering half of his face. “You know,” he hums, reaching out to trail his knuckles across your cheekbone. “I kinda like having you like this,” he admits, “below me like the good little girl you are.”

Your breath stutters as it leaves your lungs, fidgeting hands tugging at the front hem of your shirt in a feeble attempt to cover yourself up. Jungkook smirks at the movement, eventually retracting his hand to give you one, condescending pat on the head.

A hearty sigh escapes his lips as he settles back onto the couch cushions. “Keep me entertained, will you?” You gawk, but you know it’s not a question. He reaches over for the remote to turn the volume up on the Barbie movie.

Your favorite song on the entire soundtrack is playing, almost mocking you as you shuffle closer to him. Two hands tentatively placed on his thighs as the two animated maidens flounce around the screen. He doesn’t bat a single lash your way, eyes focused on the huge screen behind you instead.

His sweatpants give away easily, elastic band snapping away from hips. You have to fight that and his boxers down, Jungkook sitting like an immovable boulder in front of you. You barely manage to free his cock— the same jumbo cock you had referred to earlier —and it almost slaps you across the face from the force of its recoil. Your breath catches in your throat, a short-lived squeal as you flinch at the movement.

The sound causes him to look your way, over the bridge of his nose. “Do you mind?” he says scornfully. “I’m trying to watch a movie.”

“S-Sorry,” you stammer, quickly grasping his cock between your fist.

But apparently you’re doing everything wrong tonight. Jungkook hisses. “Shit— would it kill you to lick it first? Like you’re trying to start a damn fire on my cock,” he mumbles, head lolling back to watch the screen again.

You move in slower this time, careful to lick your palm before trying to grab him. When you do, it’s even more delayed, fingers hesitantly tightening around his swollen member. You’re trying to gauge his reaction, worried eyes flickering up to him every few seconds. Jungkook doesn’t object, craning his neck to the side to crack a joint there. With his clearance you carry on.

The strokes are slow at first, hand barely reaching over his tip like he likes. You’re weirdly anxious you’ll mess up for him, make him look at you with contempt. You suppose it’s because of the game you’re playing that you’re on edge. Usually, Jungkook adheres to your rules, soft as they may be, and he never pushes where you don’t want. Tonight, it’s like you’re a show dog desperate to impress her owner. In short, you were his bitch.

You loved it.

As much as you wanted to be good for him, the mere thought of your normally sweet-hearted boyfriend glaring down at you does something to you, makes your pussy clench.

It’ll haunt you for weeks. The image of such unimpressed eyes leveled your way because you couldn’t handle his dick will stain the insides of your eyelids. Even though he’ll brush it off, kiss you and tell you it’s fine, the inner conceited hoe in you will never let it go, will recall the memory every time your hand is under your panties.

Still, you’re terribly desperate to impress him. He was your other half, your lover, your sweetheart, your goddamn king; he deserved only the best— not some half-assed, scaredy-cat blowjob that would leave him reeling back afterwards.

With that belief and a sticky blob of spit later, you’re pushing him into your throat. It’s the first reaction you get since he’d started feeling you up, a deep, raspy groan straight from the pits of hell, that has you working even harder to swallow his cock down. “That’s it,” he pants, carding his fingers through your hair. “Good girl.”

You positively mewl under the praise, tongue growing heavy in your mouth as you swallow more and more of him down. The hard tip of his cock pulses inside, rubbing against your palate and then your throat. A gag catches in your throat, one you quickly subdue by shifting your hips.

Fuck, he was so big. Just the feeling of his cock brashly rubbing against the corners of your lips has you fantasizing about how he’ll undoubtedly stretch your pussy apart later. You moan, letting your eyes flutter shut as you try to wave those images away.

When his cock hits the back of your throat, you’re ten chapters deep into an erotic novel all about sucking Jungkook‘s dick. If your eyes weren’t already shut you’re certain they’d be at the back of your head anyway. It twitches against your tongue, one thick bead of precum sliding down your throat.

It seems to be the final straw for Jungkook, who clamps a hand down on the back of your head, forcefully pulling you away only to shove you down again. With his grip in your hair, he really goes to town. You whimper at his brutal movements, his cock nudging the back of your throat with every harsh tug of your hair. The slippery, wet glide of his cock against your mouth fills the room with a lewd squelching that drowns out the movie.

Your pussy quivers with each new intrusion, thighs pressing together as if that will quell the searing ache between them. It doesn’t, and when Jungkook finally bursts in your mouth, creamy cum splattering against your tongue and lips, it only grows.

“Fuck,” he growls, pushing you away as he sinks back into the cushions. His chest heaves beneath the material of his t-shirt, sweat dripping down from his hairline. Normally, you’d take this opportunity to crawl back onto his lap, lick and kiss away at his body while he recovered. But truthfully, you were both still new to this whole experience so there were still the occasional lulls between actions.

Sensing your uncertainty, Jungkook tugs you onto his lap. He presses one soft kiss against your cheek, eyes momentarily losing their hard edge to assure you everything is fine. You give him a tiny nod, as if assuring him you’re okay. He presses his mouth to yours, plush lips soothing over your raw lips. It’s brief, the kiss; he guides you through it but switches back quickly. He pulls away and bites down harshly on the side of your neck. “So perfect for me, pretty girl,” he murmurs, soothing his bite over with a swipe of his tongue.

You dissolve into a mushy puddle on his lap, muscles growing weak from his touch. Jungkook kisses down your neck, over your t-shirt clad chest, before he’s nudging you back down onto the cushions. With him looming over you, your body instinctively has you spreading your legs apart. His t-shirt comes up with one yank over his shoulders, sinewy muscles coming into view.

“Yum,” you whisper, hands reaching up to trail over his v-line. They’re quickly slapped away, a startled gasp pulled from your lips as Jungkook takes your wrists in his hands.

One shapely brow is raised in your direction. “Did I say you could touch?” he murmurs, pinning your hands above your head. A gasp catches in your throat from his close proximity. You subconsciously tilt your head up, try to brush your mouth against his, only to be denied with a subtle turn of his face. “How do you want it, pretty?” he asks, releasing the tight grip around your wrists.

Immediately, you latch around his broad shoulders, fingers tracing over the muscles of his arms until they meet at the base of his neck. “However you want,” you purr, pulling him closer until your bodies are aligned, the warm heat of his frame over yours. You kiss the spot beneath his ear once before he trails his lips down.

Jungkook mouths against your shoulder, lips tracing over the juncture where it meets your neck. “Hm,” he hums, taking a tiny sliver of skin between his teeth. “And if I said I wanted it hard?”

His proposal is followed by a slow roll of his hips against your throbbing core, the same dick you had just choked on gliding along your folds. You whimper, toes curling as the pleasure washes over you. Every ridge, ever vein of his hardened cock runs along your sensitive folds, reminding you of the aching flame inside of you. “Th-That’s fine,” you pant, leg lazily thrown over his hip. His hands trail over your waist, collecting your t-shirt as they move up your body until it’s pushed over the swell of your breasts.

When the material is finally discarded off to the side, leaving you in that flimsy bra Jungkook that snaps off, he strikes again. His tongue laps over your collarbone first, pouty lips ghosting over the skin as he makes his way to your breast. He takes one hardened peak into his mouth, drawing a shaky inhale from you. He rolls it between his teeth, tongue flicking the sensitive nub as you squirm beneath him.

Eventually he pulls away with a wet pop. Jungkook smirks, a soft puff of air fanning over your newly bruised skin. “Aren’t you the prettiest little thing.” He pushes away from you with one strong arm, looking down at you with an unreadable expression on his face. “Watch the movie,” he says.

You blink. “Huh?”

Before you know it, he’s tugging you back up onto your feet. He pushes you around, nearly sends you toppling over the coffee table as he positions you to his liking. “Kook!” you exclaim, palms slapping down against the glass tabletop in an effort to catch yourself. Just barely, your reflection glares back up at you.

A tap against your pussy startles you from the sight. “Wha—“

Two hands grab onto your biceps, tugging you up forcefully until your back arches, leaving you bent at a ninety degree angle before him. “Look, sweetheart,” he coos against your ear, voice deep enough that it vibrates through every bone in your body. Your breath stutters in your throat, exhilaration blossoming in your chest. “It’s your favorite movie.”

It is in fact your favorite movie, the same one you had fought tooth and nail just moments prior to watch. On screen, the two damsels are exploring new things in their lives, just how you were experiencing Jungkook’s true intensity for the first time. “It is,” you quietly confirm, back aching from the position.

Jungkook either doesn’t care about your depleting strength or really trusts in you not to faceplant onto his glass coffee table, palms sliding down to the crease of your elbows to hold you. “Tell me what it’s about,” he says

Just as the words leave his mouth, something hard and wet prods against your folds. “Oh,” you cry, fists tightening into balls as the feeling overwhelms you. “Jungkook, please.”

One elbow is let go, and the abrupt release has you scrambling to catch yourself, your glass reflection coming a little too close. This becomes even more difficult when a hand suddenly strikes down hard against your ass, a startled yelp escaping you. Just as quickly as you were released, Jungkook wastes no time snatching your back up, yanking you back until your cunt runs along his cock again.

“C’mon, pretty, thought you knew better,” he sighs playfully.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, chest heaving with every slow roll of his hips. Your pussy was sopping, desperate to be filled with something. It was even worse knowing his dick was right there, just inches outside of where you need him most. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” you repeat.

Jungkook chuckles, and your heart backflips when he finally begins lining himself up. “It’s okay,” he assures you, in that same gentle tone he uses when you accidentally shove the wrong food down the sink disposal. “Baby’s still learning,” he says, pressing a chaste kiss against your shoulder as he begins pushing himself in. Just the head of his cock proves to be a struggle, swollen tip stretching your entrance wide. There’s an extra sting today from your half-hearted preparation, the both of you relying solely on your own arousal and excitement to let him in. It’s a nice kick.

When he finally pops past that initial tightness, you swear you could transcend into another dimension from the absolute feeling of euphoria that washes over you. “Fuck,” you mewl, fighting against his tight hold. Your efforts are in vain, ultimately choosing to drop your head down as the ecstasy continues to wash over you with each inch he offers you.

A warning squeeze around your wrist. “Language,” Jungkook reprimands, though his voice is strained and light.

You nod mindlessly, toes curling against the wooden floor. “It-It feels so good,” you whine. Your knees wobble dangerously beneath you, until you’re swaying just the slightest bit.

He gives until there’s nothing left, the soft hairs around his dick tickling your lips as he reaches the hilt. “There we go,” he grunts, giving you one final tug to make sure this is as far as he can go. You squeal, the brush against your walls making you ridiculously high. “That’s my girl.”

The praise has your stomach tightening, the pretty images flashing across the screen completely lost on you. You felt so full. The two of you rarely did it like this, without looking at each other straight on, but there was something about Jungkook’s looming figure being distorted by your brain’s memory, his touches wild and unpredictable, that made something inside of you twitch.

“Ohhh,” you whimper, muscles going slack for the briefest moment. The only thing that saves you from falling over is the killer grip on your forearms; when he tugs you up his cock runs along your pulsing walls. “Please, Daddy,” you beg, mouth feeling a thousand times heavier.

“The movie,” he repeats, slowly beginning to pull away from your clenching heat. You moan. “Tell me what it’s about,” he husks, punctuating his seemingly innocent statement with a harsh snap of his hips.

You wail, stumbling forward at the intensity. Still, it’s just a taste of what he has in store for you. He soon picks a pace, not too rushed or slow, as you struggle to keep your eyes open. “I-I don’t know,” you choke out, the images flashing across the gigantic screen practically unrecognizable to your muddled thoughts.

Behind you Jungkook tuts at your incompetence, thrusting forward with an intensity that would have sent you flying if not for the grip he has on you. “You don’t know?” he huffs, tugging your elbows back again as if to secure his grip on you.

His hips are moving fast now, every piston into your warm heat making you tremble. “Fffuck,” you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continues ramming his cock into your pulsing hole. You’re met with a harsh yank that pulls you snugly onto his cock, your entire body screaming at the way he nudges against your cervix. Despite the pleasure it gives you, Jungkook seems anything but pleased.

“C’mon,” he huffs, twisting your arms painfully behind your back. “What did we say about that dirty mouth?” His question is followed with a snap of his hips that makes you choke on your spit. “Need you to be good for me, baby,” he groans.

“I-I am good,” you weakly defend, head hanging down limply as you fight to regain some semblance of your senses. But everything feels too much, from the rough push of his hips to the tight grip on your arms. His cock pulls out nearly all the way each time, swollen tip the only thing stopping him. Every thrust makes you quiver, every touch makes you melt.

You suppose he’d been too lenient on you up until now, and that final claim makes him snap. Jungkook scoffs, ramming his dick inside of you. “You’re being fucking terrible right now, doll,” he admits, hammering into you like a crazed man. You sob, the coil in your belly tightening with every brutal shove of his cock. It’s something about the way his composure withers away, all sweetness melting off as he thrusts into your cunt. “I’ve asked you twice now what the damn movie was about, and you didn’t answer either time.”

A hand clamps around your throat suddenly, yanking you up right until his breath fans across your ear. You’re not sure when your eyes had become so teary, but the images flickering across the screen are a foggy mess you couldn’t decipher even if you tried. “__,” he rasps against your ear, his voice scratchy. “Tell me. Now.”

You whimper as he shoves his way back inside, the angry head of his cock testing you. “T-Two girls, one’s a princess,” you cry, knees wobbling as the feeling in your core grows. “They look alike, and-and…”

“And?” Jungkook asks as you trail off, his words followed by a particularly brutal surge of his hips. His cock glides against your walls easily despite the way you clench around him.

“A-And they have problems they wanna avoid,” you stammer, the plot slipping in and out of your mind with every roll of his cock into your core. “So-so they swap places.”

Behind you, Jungkook snorts. “What a stupid fucking movie,” he says meanly, before he begins to piston his cock into you. You’re trembling by now, your orgasm looming over your head with each thrust.

Before you can warn him, the thin string holding you together snaps, the sudden flood of relief making your knees buck dangerously. Jungkook barely has enough time to catch you around the waist, holding you against him as a litany of curses and his name come spewing out of your mouth. “No, no,” you wail, your entire body twitching as the orgasm rolls over you. “Kook— Jungkook!”

“I’ve got you,” he reassures you, fingers holding you tight around the waist. The coffee table you had feared cracking your skull on finally comes to use as you press your hands onto the surface in a feeble attempt to steady yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, faintly aware of the rock hard cock between your pulsing walls, probably drenched in your cum now. “I-I didn’t—“

He shushes you quickly, settling the two of you back onto the couch. Funnily enough, he doesn’t bother pulling you off of him, his dick snug inside your cunt as he seats you on his lap. “You’re alright, sweetheart,” he comforts, hands soothingly running up your sides. You want to protest, want to get back on your knees and give him another chance to cum all over your face, but Jungkook nudges your chin with a knuckle. “Watch your movie,” he croons.

The Princess and the Pauper is literally the last thing on your mind right now; didn’t he realize how much you wanted to please him? Why was he choosing now to be so stubborn? Oh, that Jeon Jungkook, maybe Doyeon was right to call him an airhead.

Your slander campaign against your boyfriend is cut short when a hand flutters over your mound, thumb idly tracing over your sensitive clit. Before you can turn and look at him, Jungkook is rutting his hips against you slowly. “The screen, baby,” he says, and you want to argue that you can’t possibly enjoy a movie with him being so sneaky beneath you. The words get washed away when he presses down on your clit.

“Koo— Daddy,” you whine, lower lips still trembling from the orgasm you had two minutes ago. Jungkook responds with a kiss against your shoulder, hands trailing around your waist.

“No more of that,” he mumbles as he begins bouncing you on his cock. You moan, every inhale cut short by the shallow thrusts of his cock into your delicate walls. “Just your Kook now.”

“My… Kook,” you pant dreamily. Your cum provides an even better lubricant than before, lewd squelches filling the area alongside your cries as Jungkook chases both your second orgasms.

“Mhmm,” he groans, jostling you over his lap with no rhythm whatsoever. “Yours, baby.” You stretch your hands back, carding one set of fingers through the hair above his ear, pushing the strands away from his face. “Just like you’re mine.”

Something inside of you tightens painfully, and you’re not sure if it’s your heart or your pussy. You guess it’s both, as you stutter out, “y-your pretty girl?” Jungkook hums in agreement, repeating your favorite nickname back to you. The rest of your words die out between the two of you, lost in the slow and soft movements that fill in. You want to tell him you love him, adore him like no other, but every breath of air is stolen away by him.

Eventually the two of your are cumming, your second orgasms much quieter and slower compared to your first. You still mewl, wither against him when you cream his cock, and Jungkook catches you all the same. He guides you through the fog with kisses against your jaw, your dripping pussy helping him through his own.

When all is said and done and you’re both basking in a post-orgasmic make-out, you realize how sweaty and icky you are. “Ugh, this is gross,” you pout as he wiggles you off his lap. He pushes you beside him, letting you flop over the length of the couch as he reaches for something to clean you up with.

“You’re gross,” he retorts softly, blinking in that slow, drawn out way he does when you know he’s sleepy. His t-shirt runs along your neck, collecting the sweat there.

You nudge him with your foot. “I’m not the one who wanted to fuck during a Barbie movie,” you scoff, pinching the skin on his forearm when his gaze lingers a second too long on your creamy pussy. “Look somewhere else, weirdo.”

Jungkook laughs quietly, looking at you with an adoring expression on his face. He doesn’t even finish cleaning you off, tossing the soiled shirt somewhere off to the side in favor of cuddling into you. “Where? My Jumbotron?” he teases, raining down a parade of kisses against your face. “Don't wanna,” he smiles, too soft and boyish for the words that leave his lips next. “Wanna lick your pretty pussy clean.”

“Jeon Jungkook,” you scold, covering your face with your palms in embarrassment. “Look at your stupid IMAX screen and leave me alone.”

He cackles loudly now, in that evil witch way it took him a while to show you, and you know he’s got that big silly grin on his face now. . “The IMAX screen? The same one that made you,” a pause, “climax?”

“Get off of me.”

——

Just as you predicted, Jungkook’s mom gives him the scolding of a lifetime when she drops by the next weekend. The poor woman nearly faints at the theater screen on the wall, only to quickly regain herself. You giggle from your spot on the couch as she whacks his stupidly ripped bicep with the leek you’re supposed to chop up for dinner later.

What you’re not expecting is for her anger to shift to you as she scolds you for letting her idiotic son make such purchases. She gets one playful thwack against your side with the leek before your charming idiotic boyfriend swoops in to save you.

——

#goldenclosetnet #ksmutclub #networkbangtan #bangtanhq #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #jjk smut #mine

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authoratmidnight · 3 years

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I had a sort of angsty idea this morning so I must inflict it upon other people.

I call it ‘reverse Iruma AU’. instead of a human that was kidnapped to the demon world, it’s a demon that was kidnapped to the human world.

In this, Iruma is Sullivan's grandchild, related to him by blood. Sully gained custody of him after both his parents died. So he is Sully's world, doted on and loved.

There was an old, outdated tradition of demons spending time in the human world to understand it better(esp demon king candidates). Sully thinks this is a great idea and decides it's just what little Iruma needs (and it'll put him somewhere reasonably safe for a time since the demon world is in turmoil and he wants to keep him safe).

So he brings him to meet the Suzuki's, a family he trusts as he spent time with them when he was a boy (unfortunately what he didn't know and had no way of knowing was that while the Suzuki's he knew were good people, their current descendants, suck). They seem nice and kind and promise to look after him, and Sullivan promises to come back after one years time.

And he does, one year later he returns. Except. The Suzuki's and Iruma, are gone. The house is long abandoned and the neighbours are just like 'idk, they moved away several months ago and didn't leave a forwarding address'.

Sullivan is, understandably, beside himself. Iruma is his family, the only family he has left, and now he's gone. Stolen by people Sullivan trusted to care for him! So he searches and searches, constantly coming back to the human world despite the protests of Demon Border Patrol to please stop! All the time off is causing him to neglect his duties to the Netherworld. Eventually, after years of searching and pestering from DBP, he finally has to stop and accept he may never see his grandson again. But just cause he can't go to the human world to search for Iruma, doesn't mean the search won't continue. He just, sends someone else.

All anyone not in the know knows is that Iruma just vanished one day and Sullivan became depressed and withdrawn, so everyone kind of assumes the worst happened.

On the Iruma side of things, things were good at first, they were nice. Then they all left on a "trip" (in reality they were bailing on the house to go elsewhere).

Slowly, Iruma was, basically gaslighted into thinking none of it was real. When he asked about seeing his grandpa they just said they couldn't anymore cause he'd passed away (that was why they’d moved after all, the place was to full of sad memories. And when he brought up things like flying they were just 'oh what an imagination'. And since Iruma was young he just, began to believe it after a while (also, since he was staying on earth his horns and wings and demonic features were hidden with glamour). He still has hazy memories of his grandpa and things like magic and flying, but as he grows just assumes he had a very active imagination as a child.

He also ends up with a deep aversion to mirrors that he can’t explain. when he looks in them what he sees just feels, wrong somehow. He can’t put his finger on why, so he just straight up avoids looking in a mirror.

But then one day, when he's around, ~14, a black cat follows him home.

It's adorable and clingy and his parents are just like 'yeah sure ig you can keep it, but you have to look after it' when he asks about keeping it. He decides to name it 'Opera' (he doesn't know why, cause it's such a weird name but it just, felt right). Iruma's also the only person it seems to like, it's indifferent to everyone else and hates his parents.

The cat occasionally vanishes for days at a time but always comes back. until one day it doesn't. but a strange man with horns and wings does appear and spirits him away. He's scared at first, but as they're flying through this strange world, he feels this overwhelming sense of nostalgia. He knows this place. Knows this man, he's sure of it.

Obviously enough, the cat /was/ Opera, tasked with finding Iruma by Sully years ago. The only reason Opera didn't just, eviscerate Iruma's parents on the spot (and oh boy did they want to) was cause they didn't want to cause the boy any more trauma. They did get a few good swipes in tho and did draw blood on more than one occasion. which was cathartic enough. Opera figured out Iruma was the boy he was looking for b/c Iruma called him Opera but also b/c of the things Iruma would talk to them about (his hazy memories from his time in the netherworld, memories of Sullivan etc)

Only a handful of people in the Netherworld actually know the details of what happened to Iruma. All most people know is, Sullivan had a grandson that he doted and loved. Then one day the boy was just, gone, and Sullivan grew depressed and distracted and just, was not himself. So like, they all kind of assumed the worst.

Then like a decade later a boy shows up at Babyls that Sullivan insists is in fact his grandson.

Sully would, absolutely be a massive helicopter parent and never want to let Iruma out of his sight ever again. Iruma has, his own issues. His wings are stunted in their growth and atrophied from lack of use. He wants to fly so badly but he just, can't. Wings too small and weak. also the first time he sees himself in a mirror after the glamour comes off, and he sees his horns he just about cries. not from fear but just cause, he looks right. That's him in the mirror, not that weird imposter. He also has some mad separation anxiety, getting terrified anytime someone leaves him alone.

side note but Kalego was very baffled (and maybe, maybe a touch worried) when Opera just, fucking vanished for several years (the time they spent searching for Iruma). Like, Sullivan was always accompanied by Opera and then one day the cat butler was just, fucking gone. He swears he wasn’t worried but he sure did find himself feeling better when Opera did reappear.

#Mairimashita! Iruma-kun #Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun #Mairuma

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avashades-purpleorange · 2 years

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Ranking the 14 musicals I've seen/listened to

14: Dear Evan Hansen. I don't truly understand the plot besides a mentally unstable kid's friend commits suicide. The only reason I like this musical is Waving Through A Window.

13: Frozen Broadway Musical. Much better than the movie and that fucked up sequel. I love the added songs (What Do You Know About Love?; Monster; Dangerous to Dream; Hans of the Southern Isles (Reprise); etc.). There are still musicals I really like more than this, though. Also, I get flashbacks to when I was in drama club in fifth grade and I was stage crew. Fave song? What Do You Know About Love?

12: Lion King Broadway Musical. I saw this on the US tour last year with my family, so I enjoyed it. Not the best, though. Like with Frozen, I love the added songs. Fave song? He Lives In You.

11: Beauty and the Beast Broadway musical. I always get flashbacks to 7th grade when I did BATB JR. I was part of the ensemble and understudy for Cogsworth. Like the last two: I love the added songs, especially Human Again; Me; and Home. Fave song? Human Again.

10: Greatest Showman. It's a musical everyone's obsessed with that I accidentally discovered. Nuf said. Fave song? The Other Side.

9: West Side Story. Would be up higher if it weren't for that ENDING. Like, bro, YOU CAN'T LET TRUE LOVE NOT HAPPEN LIKE THAT! Also, my real name is Maria, so I obviously love the song Maria (it's my fave). My mom also has been a fan of it since she was young, but I wasn't named after the character or song. I was named after my Great-Grandmother who died when my grandpa was 13 from cancer. BACK TO THIS POST TOPIC-

8: Hunchback of Notre Dame. I fucking love the entire movie soundtrack. It's my favorite animated Disney musical. Love the historical crap because I'm a nut for history. But I like other musicals better. Fave song? Hellfire.

7: Hairspray. Love the soundtrack. Love the history. Not sure who is more evil: Miss Baltimore Crabs (it's one am I don't remember her name. is it Von Tussel?) or Penny's mom. Fave song? Miss Baltimore Crabs.

6: Into the Woods. GLORIOUS. One of the only musicals I can watch with my school friends together. My sister loves it and she has high musical standards. Fave song? AGONYYYYYYY

5: Love Never Dies. Don't fucking attack me. I like it a lot. Would be higher if it weren't for the ending. Same sister that has high musical standards claims that this is her favorite musical. Idek with her. Fave song? Beneath a Moonless Sky.

4: Hamilton. This was the first Broadway soundtrack I listened to (yeah I started the Broadway thingy late). Like I said, I love history, especially in colonial times, so I love this musical. Fave song? Burn

3: Wicked. I no longer hear Idina Menzel as Elsa, I hear her as Elphaba. Fiyero x Elphaba forever. Glinda is an asshole who can kiss my ass. Fave song? As Long As You're Mine.

2: Jesus Christ Superstar. ALW YOU FUCKING GENIUS! YOU COMBINED MY RELIGION WITH EMOTION AND BROADWAY AT THE AGE OF TWENTY FUCKING TWO! Gethsemane forever. Original cast forever.

*drumroll*

1: PHANTOM OF THE OPERA! I HAVE AN ENTIRE FUCKING BLOG (@meet-me-at-box5) DEDICATED TO THIS FUCKING MASTERPIECE... and LND. I LOVE THE GASTON LEROUX NOVEL SO MUCH THAT IT'S BECOME MY FAVORITE CLASSIC AND HORROR-THEMED NOVEL AND SEMI-ACCURATE NOVEL! Weird story time: my dad once listened to Canadian cast of POTO Masquerade to calm himself down when I couldn't calm down and it calmed me down as well. Everytime I cried and wouldn't calm down as a baby, he would play Canadian Masquerade. He also claims that the vacuum calmed me down? Weird. But I am the eldest child of my family... so my parents didn't really know how to take care of a baby... SO technically, I've been a Phan since I was a baby even though I never watched it until I was 11. One year after I discovered it, I had watched POTO 2004 over a hundred times, probably. Fave song? THE POINT OF NO RETURN! Team? ERIKKKKKKKKKKK!

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slasherbastard · 3 years

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How would the slashers act if there s/o had a musical talent? Like amazing singing or plays an instrument? Just curious. Love your blog

thank you so much! You have no idea how excited I’ve been to post this, also I didn’t know what slashers to do so I threw together some random ones who I haven’t written for much (and Brahms, you can’t forget Brahms)

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Poly!Billy and Stu

You're in a band as the electric guitarist/lead vocalist, probably a pop punk band

Billy and Stu always come to your shows

Even if they have murder plans, they will 100% show up to support their favourite person and their band afterwards (but mostly you)

Supportive boyfriends™

Back when you were practicing with your band in your parent's garage, Billy and Stu were the walking definition of happy heckling

It was either you kick them out of the garage or practice at someone else's place

Long story short, the drummer's house is pretty cool

They get to hear your band's songs early, no exceptions

They will want to help you with song writing

Stu: "Okay okay what about you just start screaming at this part?"

Billy: "Ooh wait, you should sing this part then go into the chorus"

Stu: "Will I be credited on the album as a co-songwriter?"

"Yeah, definitely Stu."

When your band goes on tour they will miss you like crazy, Stu will cry and beg you not to go

One of them - if not both - have probably tried hiding in your suitcases

If you’re performing at a show that isn’t too far, there’s a chance that Billy and Stu will show up and surprise you

Your band either hates or loves them

You may or may not have had to replace one of the ruder members after their mysterious disappearance, your boyfriends definitely didn’t have anything to do with it

Okay he was getting on your nerves and Billy caught him flirting with you- oh, you guys weren’t flirting? You were just showing him your new guitar? Oof

They’ve definitely been kicked out of multiple venues for being happy hecklers

"That's my Y/N! Wooh!"

"We love you, babe!"

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Brahms Heelshire

Before taking the job as a babysitter, you were a pianist

When Mrs. Heelshire first showed you the “classroom” you were so happy to see that they owned a piano

You wanted to ask if you could play it but you did arrive later than you’d expected so you’s expected

So you waited until your first day with Brahms

Brahms didn’t expect his nanny to know how to play the piano so when you sat down and started playing one of your favourite pieces, he was hooked

The human Brahms started leaving you notes and sheets of music that he wanted you to learn, bonus points if you already knew them

It confused you, but you weren’t complaining. You love playing piano and it was one way to stop you from dying of boredom

When you’re doing chores you gently sing along to whatever song is playing on your phone

You found out about the real Brahms in the middle of the night when you heard someone playing a lullaby on the piano

You followed the music and saw him sitting there, lost in the music

When Brahms saw you he expected you to run, but instead you sat next to him and watched him play

But knowing Brahms, he’d probably stop and make you play a piece for him

This happens everytime you catch him playing

So you’ve started pretending not to hear it, when you’re actually standing just outside the room

Brahms caught you once, you sing a lot louder than you think you do

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Bubba Sawyer

Texas in the mid 1970s? You’re probably an acoustic guitarist who knows a few country songs

But your musical expertise isn’t shortened to just country songs, you also know how to play some blues and a few older songs from the 30s-50s (think Diamond City Radio from Fallout 4?)

When Bubba found out you could play the guitar he begged you to play him something

You probably played him Johnny Cash, maybe Betty Hutton

Sometimes you put on concerts for him, his cousins, and sometimes his grandpa

Hell, sometimes Drayton will even listen - he won’t admit that he likes hearing you play but you’ve caught him singing and dancing along to you playing the guitar more times than either of you would like to admit

When Bubba isn’t busy dealing with victims he’ll definitely sit with you and watch you practice

If a song comes on the radio that he knows that you can play, he’ll ask you to play it on your guitar

When you sing he also tries to sing - well, babbles but it’s still adorable

Bubba would encourage you to perform in public at a nearby bar - although he can’t come and see you for obvious reasons

Or he’ll beg you to record yourself playing and send it to a radio station

If you did and they decided to play it, Bubba would be more excited than you

He’d babble so much, roughly translating to something along the lines of-

"I'm so proud of you! My baby Y/N is famous!"

Would Bubba cry? Yes

Bubba’s always gonna be your biggest fan, no matter if you get famous or only play for him and his family in the living room

If he could, he’d brag about you to everyone

Sometimes when he’s dealing with victims he’ll babble to them as if he’s trying to tell them that his Y/N is one of the most talented humans he’d ever me

"They're amazing - stop screaming i'm trying to tell you about the love of my life - sigh, okay fine *chainsaw noises*

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Amanda Young

Amanda LOVES hearing you sing

She idolises you, although she’s a tiny bit jealous about your voice

It makes her wonder how she was so lucky to score someone like you

If you write a song about her, she will be obsessed

She’ll hum it while she’s setting up the next games and while preparing the next victims

When she first introduces you to John, he’ll tell you that Amanda is beyond obsessed with you

You won’t see it, but she’ll be making faces and hand gestures at John trying to shut him up and stop embarrassing her

"This one does not shut up about you"

"Did you write her a song? She sings it constantly!"

"I swear I should invent a trap to shut her up"

It’s like a father-daughter relationship between those two, it’s amusing

Sometimes you try to get Amanda to sing with you as well

Amanda’s more of a listener than a singer - unless she’s singing one of your songs

But she tries to sing with you as it makes you happy

She mostly enjoys your voice, though, especially when she’s not feeling the best mentally, it calms her

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Vincent Sinclair

Vincent didn’t know you could sing until he caught you singing along to one his brother’s CDs, so you know it’s gonna be either heavy, edgy, or both

Spoiler alert: it was a Deftones album

You were upstairs doing who knows what when he heard loud music, and he doesn’t like being disturbed especially when he’s working

He came upstairs to tell you to turn your music down but was stunned when he heard you singing those harsh vocals almost entirely at the same level as the vocalist

When you realised Vincent was watching you you nearly passed out from shock

He’s really quiet

You’d quickly pause your music and apologise

"Oh- Uh sorry Vincent. I didn't see you there"

"Were you working? Shit, you were working. I am so sorry"

Although you were embarrassed, Vincent thought it was cute

He’d sign at you not to be embarrassed and he’d leave you to finish whatever you were previously doing

He listens to you sing more often, he’s a sucker for your voice

If you’re in the studio with him and you start softly humming he won’t stop you

Although it might distract him and cause him to take too much wax off of one of his works (sorry Vincent)

Bonus: (aka, sort of shitposts)

Poly!Billy and Stu - Billy and Stu were never huge fans of Alice Cooper but after you forced them to watch Monster Dog, they have not shut up about Identity Crisises

Brahms Heelshire - As much as Brahms loves you and your musical talent, he really wants you to stop playing “meme songs” on the piano. He can’t stand whatever a “wii shop theme” is

Bubba Sawyer - three words. Friends Without Faces

Amanda Young - Amanda’s guilty pleasure? Musicals - Just don’t mention Repo! The Genetic Opera, though

Vincent Sinclair - He’ll record you singing - with your permission, of course - for an exhibition in the House of Wax

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irumatheassassin · 3 years

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Chapter 11: "The Assassin Who Got Proposed On Live Television"

(Note: This idea was originally scrapped from being Chapter 10 since originally the Demdol Games was supposed to be skipped here due to most of the plot would have been the same as the original. But I'm bringing back in late, as Chapter 11, so this would probably complicate the timeline, just be aware this chapter was suppose to go before Chapter 10's timeline, so I apologize for the confusion. This is Iruma's family reactions to the Demdol Games.)

[Kalego and Balam see Iruma appear on live television]

Balam: Isn't that... Iruma?

Kalego: Yes.

Balam: But why is he-?

Kalego: A Demdol? Because my other student asked him to be her permanent partner.

Balam: How do you know this?

Kalego: You know how I gave Iruma piano lessons long before the Music Festival?

Balam: Oh my god... you taught him piano because of this reason?

Kalego: That and the Chairdemon recommended me to him.

Balam: Are you still interested in watching?

Kalego: I was gonna skip it... but I wanna make sure he's gonna be okay until the games end.

Balam: What do you think is happening with the Chairdemon?

Kalego: Probably recording everything as we speak.

[During the Break The Targets Event, Kalego gets a call from Bachinko]

Kalego: Hello-?

Bachinko: CAN SOMEONE EXPLAIN WHY IRUMA IS DRESSED AS A GIRL AND TRYING TO COPY ME ON LIVE TELEVISION?!

Kalego: If you're free to come over to Babylus, then come join me and Shichiro in watching and we'll talk about why there.

[A minute later]

Kalego: That was fast.

Bachinko: Now explain!

Balam: Iruma as the girl Irumi was a permanent Demdol partner for Kuromu. I just found out today.

Kalego: And I am his piano tutor for that reason.

Bachinko: And you two are okay with our kid in a dress on live television?

Kalego: As long as he doesn't do anything stupid, then he is free to do what he wants.

Balam: I think it looks cute on him. Stay until the games are over, Bachinko. We have snacks and wine.

Bachinko: ...Okay fine.

[Literally a minute later.]

Kuromu (TV): Because I'm going to marry her!

Kalego, Balam & Bachinko: IRUMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

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[Going back to the timeline of Chapter 10]

Sullivan: (*chuckles*) I knew asking you was the right call. Alright then, by the end of his first year, I give you my support and permission to make a blood adoption with him.

Kalego: Well now that that's out of the way. I have one thing to ask about Iruma, since we're all here and I'll be Iruma's father soon.

[Kalego looks to Iruma, kneels down but holds on to Iruma's shoulders so tightly.]

Kalego: (*evil aura*) Could you kindly explain why Kuromu proposed to you on live television, son?

Iruma: U-Ummm...

Balam: Y-Yeah! Me, Kalego and Bachinko watched everything and that whole situation itself was extreme! Kalego nearly left on a murder spree to the Demdol Games from that announcement!

Iruma: K-Kuromu was lying about the marriage thing... I-It was to rile up Gyari to give everything she had... I'm not actually going to marry her guys...

Sullivan: Oh boo, and here I thought I was going to prepare everything for your marriage.

Iruma: Grandpa no...

Sullivan: Grandpa yes!

Opera: I mean, if Master Iruma would to marry by my opinion, it should be Ameri. The Master has always spent alone time with her.

Kalego: That is true, she even made him part of the student council at some point.

Iruma: (Wait...)

Sullivan: Oh what about your little green friend! She's a possibility too.

Balam: I second that idea.

Kalego: No. Never. I'll sink that possibility with my bare hands.

Iruma: (Are they really-?)

Bachinko: What about that pink haired boy?

Kalego: You mean Asmodeus?

Bachinko: Yeah! He saved Iruma in the Harvest Festival knowing full well he would be disqualified. So he cares a lot about Iruma, so why not him.

Kalego: Despite the annoyance in that one, that is a good pick.

Iruma: (Are they really shipping me with my friends?!)

Everyone [Except Iruma]: Iruma, who do you see yourself with?

Iruma: (Are they all serious about this?! Even Professor Kalego? This doesn't seem like the type of thing he'd be into. B-But I don't think about this kind of love stuff! I-I wouldn't know if it's like or love?!)

Kalego: (I don't care for this marriage nonsense but I need to be prepared mentally for anything. Even if if it's a relationship with that green energetic gremlin!)

Kalego: So?

Iruma: W-Well... ummm... I-I never thought about this type of thing before... But if I would choose at the top of my head... I-.

[Hears knocking on the front door]

Iruma: Oh! Look at that! Saved by the door! I'll get it!

[Iruma rushes away]

Iruma: (That was too close! I hope this topic doesn't get brought up again!)

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