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teamyellremade · 4 years

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because i’m in the mood to talk about art supplies, here are my favorites!

i’ll start out with acrylics!

i have been using this set of Winsor & Newton Galeria Acrylics bc winsor and newton is a pretty reputable brand, and the color selection + amount of paint for the price worked for me.

i also already owned a HUGE 6.75 fl oz tube of white paint from this set prior to buying it, so that worked out nicely! i would definitely suggest picking up at least another bigger tube of white paint because i go through quite a bit when i am blending, mixing and painting.

here are some examples of things i’ve painted using these paints:

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for watercolors, i have another set of winsor and newton paints!

this time, it’s the travel set though! i picked it up because of the price mostly. (full sets of watercolors are Expensive) i don’t really use watercolors too extensively, so i don’t need huge quantities of paint. this travel set works very well for me! the colors are very vibrant and mix well together, and i love their compact size!

i also tend to use watercolor as a base coat before applying a layer of colored pencil to make the colors more vibrant and seamless, and this set does its job nicely for that! :>

here is an example of a piece created with these watercolors!

when inking pieces that i intend on coloring using watercolors or my tombow markers, (AKA water-based materials) i will usually use a nib and a bottle of ink.

this is because if i use anything that’s not totally waterproof, then the ink will smudge and smear as i color over it with the water-based markers or paint. waterproof tech pens i find can be very hit or miss and it’s hard to judge the quality of the pen without doing a test with watercolors or markers first.

i do not have one set brand of ink i swear on because i have. so much black ink. i just cycle thru depending on whichever bottle feels the most full. dr. ph. martin’s black india ink is pretty good though! just make sure that the label says waterproof before buying it!

i just picked up this set of speedball nib holders and nibs cuz it was on sale but it’s worked well enough for me! (the big nib holder that is, the smaller ones don’t work as nicely in my experience but i MAY just be using them incorrectly.)

i included a photo of that small glass container because i use it to hold the ink as i am drawing. when the bottle of ink gets too low, it can be nearly impossible to dip your pen in it, so i like using a smaller, narrower and shallower container to dip the nib in. i picked that up in a set of glass jars of varying sizes at michaels, but im sure that you can find a substitute for less.

i also use fine inking brushes when necessary!

i inked this piece traditionally using a nib and brush, and then scanned them and colored it digitally

i inked these pages and cover with a nib and ink

im p sure i inked this with a nib

i inked this piece with a nib, then went over it with a brush and finished it with watercolor and colored pencil

another piece!

for colored pencils, i mostly use prismacolor! they’re a great colored pencil, though a bit expensive. (it’s worth the extra cash tho!)

idk what else to say here because i think everyone knows about or uses prismacolor. they’re a great brand, definitely recommend!

for markers, i used to use copics a lot, but they are so expensive so i switched to tombow!

tombow are water-based, meaning they can blend well with watercolors! (havent tried that myself, but i rly should sometime......)

here’s some stuff i did with my tombows:

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kira-hayashi · 5 years

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This has a story now

Radiant Garden, one of the purest worlds in the Realm of Light, a bright city full of Light. Storms were rare but not uncommon and after a particiular bad one Ansem the Wise found two rather distinct stones near the castles gates. Both were held inside a sort of protective barrier and Ansem decided to study them, as they were clearly not from Radiant Garden. He kept them inside the barrier, not wanting to risk any outcome should that be removed. Together with his fellow scientist and friend, Even, they soon discovered that the stones held a conciousness. Seeing as both stones showed traces of being damaged even inside the barrier, Ansem and Even decided on trying to replicate the stones. It took them years to accomplish that. First they had started with breaking the stones down to their elements, what where they made of, what was their structure, how could they be replicated. As for the conciousnesses inside the stones, Ansem was able to create digital copies of those and infuse those copies into the replicated stones. It took many errors and failures. Many replicated stones broke apart the second the data was infused to them, some stayed stable at first before bursting apart, and a few even emitted some sort of limbs before portraying some sort of glitch effect and breaking as well. By the time they had there first successful stone replica Braig, Dilan, Aelaus and Ienzo had already arrived at the castle. The first stone to work was the blue one. A humanoid shaped form made out of light emerged from within the stone with the stone itself being located at what seemed to be its right palm. Ansem and Even were only able to make out the silhouette but it wasn’t much taller than young Ienzo. It seemes to be staring at them and Ansem carefully approched it. “My name is Ansem the Wise. You are in Radiant Garden. I found you and your companion outside my castle after a storm. I kept your stones inside the barrier that was surrounding you since both your stones seemed to be damaged. Even and I created replicas of your stone and conciousness”, Ansem talked slowly, not knowing if the stone could even understand him but figured it would be best to explain the situation. The light form could see the two original stones from where it was, kept save inside the barrier and placed in another container to prevent further damaging. Ansem spoke again “Do you know how you came here?” The figure looked back at Ansem. A dissorted voice came from it “World…. darkness… fell… ran… hurt… bubble…” It seemed to be having trouble speaking. “Your world fell into darkness and you and your companion got hurt while fleeing and created the barrier to protect yourselves?”, Even concluded. The figure nodded “friend…”, it said while looking at the red stone. And then the light form glitched and dissapeared. Ansem caught the stone before it could hit the floor but didn’t show any sign of being damaged. Both man took it as a succsess. They kept working and finally got the red stone to emit a light form as well. The red stone was located at the left palm. After more and more tries the forms stayed longer, slowly showing more features like the outlines of faces. They looked like young teenagers. Not long after Ansem and Even started their researches on Hearts and used their findings on the stones. And truth behold the stones took the forms of two young teenagers. Both scientist speculated how they would look like and got quiete the surpise. The blue one had tourquise eyes, sharp and mature for such a young face and short blue hair, while the red one had spiky red hair and vibrant green childish yet mischievous eyes staying in stark contrast to his hair. “Thank you, for helping us”, said Blue, as Ansem and Even nicknamed him after the first light form event. “No need to thank me. I must admit I did most of it out of pure curiosity”, answered Ansem. “You both are quiet interesting being”, Even stated, “With your permission I would like to know more about the two of you” Both stones looked at each other and the red one spoke for the first time. “Well they did help us. We would have been stuck like that forever if it weren’t for them”, the blue one nodded and turned back to Ansem and Even. “We can tell you about us. And our names are Isa and Lea not Blue and Red. Tho we understand the nicknaming due to lacking of knowledge of our names” “So you were able to hear us?”, Even asked curiosly. Isa nodded. “We are able the hear our surrounding when we don’t have these forms. But hearing is the only sense we have then” After some more questions from the scientist they found out that Isa and Lea came from a world full of these so called “Gems” who appeared in various variety. But their world was lost in darkness and they didn’t knew if others survived as well. They also explained that a cracked stone is unable to heal so there original stones are useless to them. They could still take a form but it would glitch and be dissorted and could lead to even more damaging and even shattering of the stone which would kill them. And the barrier, the bubble, was a protection from harm from the outside but also keeps them from taking form. So their original stones were kept inside the bubble and the container from Ansem to keep them secure. Isa and Lea stayed as the castle as apprentices and everyone notices the not so subtle holding hands of the two whenever they were around each other. Lea joined Braig, Dilan and Aelaus as a guard and Isa followed the scientists in there studies. And Lea almost caused the other guards a giant heart attack when he dissapeared in a cloud of particles after Aelaus hit him a bit harder during training. The large man quickly caugt the stone and all three were in pure painic thinking they destroyed the boy only to have him reappear, now being held by the large man, and screaming “I’m okay!” right in his face. It took the guards five minutes to calm down and another ten for Lea to explain that he and Isa can loose their physical form when injured but as long as the stone is unharmed they can just reform and the reforming time depends on the sort of injury. Neitherless Lea recieved a loud scolding from Isa for his recklessness. And everyone was in for another surpise when both boys fused for the first time. They were all having a night off and spend it in the castles garden, music playing from the radio Braig had set up and Lea decided to pull Isa in for a dance. And the others stared at them as they started to glow and their lights morphing together to one and an entire new person standing where they just were. That person was a bit taller than Isa and Lea, lavender hair with the top spiky like Lea but longer down the back like Isa. They stopped dancing, looked at Ansem and the others still with the gleeful smile from the dance and arms wrapped around themselves. Seeing the starstruck looks on their faces they looked down at their hands, seeing the red and blue stone in both palms. And started to cry. It took some minutes for the fusion to calm down and expain the act of fusion. “So your’re like a mix of both of them?”, asked Braig. “I am everything they are and more. Their thoughts, feelings, fears, hope. I am their love” “Do you have a name we should call you by?”, Ansem asked and the fusion shook their head. “I haven’t thought about one yet. Isa and Lea fused for the first time shortly before our world fell” They got a nod as an answer and the night went on with the fusion staying together until they were tired from all the dancing. Tho Lea and Isa stayed unfused for the most part of their daily lifes as fusion was new for them and they tested the waters slowly.

When Xehanort came around and Ansem caught wind of his true intensions, he took the original stones with him to keep them away from Xehanort, hiding them in another world to keep them save. Saix and Axel never fused.

When Roxas left the Organization and reunited with Sora, Axel finally turned his back to them as well and left to find his only friend he had in the past ten years. During these ten years Saix and Axel turned to take form of adults, the trauma from being turned by the keyblade and all the fights against the Heartless made them grew. And as Axel tried to get Kairi out of the Organisations grip, having kidnapped her in the first place but then failed to keep Saix away from her, he was wounded by Saix who had struck him with his claymore, leaving a gaping wound in Axels side. The only reason Axel didn’t poof was his pure will not to. Fleeing from the Castle That Never Was he encountered Sora in the In-Between surrounded by Dusks. He knew what he had to do. Gathering his last strenght he released all the fire left in him, hearing the crack of his stone loudly in his head. But to his own surpise he didn’t poof and could tell Sora about Kairi and opened a path for him. And then he felt it. It started deep in the roots of his stone, spreading all over his body. The corruption was taking him and formed him into a monstrosity. Sora, Donald and Goofy stared at him in fear, ready to fight again but Axel fleed before that could happen. He quickly appeared back infront of them to snatch Saixs stone as he had poofed after Sora defeated him. Axel put him in a bubble and kept him with him until giving it to Ienzo, hoping he could help him. While being corrupted Axel still had a sense of selfawerness and got Sora, Riku and the King out of Xehanorts grasp. Roaring in rage upon seeing Saix among the Organization. Axel stuck around as they gathered the seven Guardians of Light, acting as a backup but still staying away from them as much as possible. I wasn’t until they found Master Aqua and Ventus that Axel was able to finally be Lea again. Aqua and Kairi, feeling small sympathy for the former Nobody after hearing Soras story, used their combined light to cure Leas corruption and returned him back to normal. The cracked stone was fixed by a trip to Ienzo who provided him with a new one, after Ansem the Wise got hold of the original stones again. When he got the keyblade he agreed to be a fill in until they got Roxas back. And at the Keyblade Graveyard he and Saix fused, fighting Xemnas as one. Unfortunatly Xemnas got away with Kairi and Lea and Saix unfused as Saix began to dissolve.

Back in Radiant Garden and free from Xehanorts hold, Lea and Isa stayed fused for the rest of their days.

#kingdom hearts #akusai #leaisa #au #my writing #I seem to have a problem with there and their #I tried to fix it at best as I can #if I missed some I'm sorry

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welcometophantomhive · 7 years

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Hey :) may I request a Grell x reader Oneshot where he/she gets jealous over something minor? Or nsfw? OR Soulmate AU? OR ALL OF THAT?! Nah XD I think that'd probably be too much to request at once (except if you want to of course :D) There's not enough with Grell out there (there'll never be enough in my opinion tho...😅)

Grell is so special and deserves more panels in the manga ! I’ll try my best and I hope you enjoy

All In A Night’s Work

The streets of London were no strangers to crime and the deaths that came along with it, nor were they unfamiliar to the heels that currently tapped against their cold surface. On the other hand, yours? The cobblestone streets were just being acquainted with yours. Your job at the dispatch for a long time was in cubicle, table piled with a seemingly endless stack of paperwork. It was painstaking work that grew dull even with Ronald’s frequent visits. That’s why you’re here with Grell, out and about on exciting work ! … Or as exciting as taking in the dead could be. Field work was an upgrade from the office at least.

“Ah, it’s great to be out here !” You’d happily chim as Grell led the way, feet leading towards a dimly lit street. At the end, in what appeared to be an alleyway, lay the body ready for judgment. “The air is crisp and night is beautiful.”

You were a vibrant shinigami, full of spunk and always ready for an adventure. Those qualities were most certainly why Grell looked forward to work tonight. Having someone to easy to talk to made work go by faster, especially if that someone happened to be her partner. Normally William wouldn’t allow such a thing, deeming it inappropriate and liable to prolong the job, but this case was special. You were one the few William enjoyed, you caused him no problems, worked with great efficiency and most importantly avoided overtime as much as he did. And that’s that and here you were, inhaling the free air. It had a hint of murder to it.

“But the true natural beauty is you, my dear. I am almost jealous.” Grell always had a way with words that never failed to make you gush. She was as romantic as she was dramatic. Now, if only she put all the energy into her work the days would be smoother…

“Poor thing…” A sigh escaped the redhead as the both of you neared the corpse of young woman, her pale complexion stained as red as her hair.

“Annabelle Williams, age twenty three. Bled out from multiple stab wounds.” You read aloud, going through the files to make sure the records matched what laid before you. Grell had kneeled beside the late woman and tenderly ran the back of her index finger against Annabelle’s cheek.

“Ah, such a shame. A beauty taken from us too soon.” Grell clutched her vest clad chest, eyes wandering over the blood stained figure with fascination and finger now outlining her lips and jawline. “Hair and lips the passionate color I love so dearly. How amazing~!” She practically squealed and that… Bothered you? Oddly enough it definitely did. You looked at this slowly rotting corpse and felt inadequate somehow. As if her decaying looks out did yours immensely.

“She’s not that great… She’s dead anyways. Pity on how she died though.” Your words were sincere, it truly was as shame to die in such a manner but bitterness and obvious jealousy dripped off every syllable. Something very uncharacteristic of you and Grell couldn’t help but notice how funny it was.

“An unfortunate death!” The redhead would exclaim as she finalised her review of Annabelle’s Cinematic Record and stamped “Complete” into her notebook. Chartreuse phosphorescent eyes now scanned your body, taking in your mannerism in making sure the speculation that lingered wasn’t her just imagining things. She wasn’t. Your face held a pout with arms crossed beneath your chest, eyes averted Grell and the deceased.

A cheshire cat like grin was now plastered across Grell’s visage. She stood, dusting off and straightening her clothes before approaching you. The senior reaper took quickly to corning you, the grin on her face never faltered which was nerve wracking to say the least. Both her arms pressed against the wall that your back now did and seeing as Grell held a few inches on you, especially in heels, you really were stuck.

“What do you think you’re doing!” You managed to blurt out.

“Me? I am showing you who really holds my attention.” Her hands now moved from the wall and placed themselves underneath your clothes and onto your hips. On this night she didn’t wear any gloves. The feeling of flesh on flesh was torturous.

“I have no idea what you speak of.” This you said with confidence despite knowing exactly what she meant. You weren’t going to go down without a fight but you usually ended up losing against Grell so you really weren’t seeing a win of any sorts tonight.

“Is that so? Then let me give you a clue.” She leaned in and whispered this in your ear which caused you to shiver immediately. Her next actions were a trail of kisses along your neck that carried out along your jaw until she reached your chin and went in for the grand prize, those succulent lips. Rosy, soft as silk and now they were held captive by Grell’s equally as soft pair. She kissed you with passion and hesitated not on deepening the kiss with her tongue against your own and you let her do as she pleased within your mouth. Her tongue danced against your own and in return your involuntarily rewarded her with a moan but this wouldn’t be the last moan she heard. Grell took it a step further and invited herself into your pants, fingers gently ghosted, as best they could, along your thigh. As much as Grell enjoyed being romanced and romancing she wasn’t afraid to dive on in and for the sake of the situation she did just that. Her fingers made their way to the southernmost regions of your pants, fingers finding their way to your clit and going in slow circular motions.

Another moan escaped you but it was once against muffled against Grell’s kiss. She wasn’t going to let you free for a decent intake of air just yet, that’s why you had a nose for. Her fingers pressed and gently tugged at your needy swollen bud and you felt yourself crumbling. You were weak. You came first more often than not, not like Grell had any issues with that. Her fingers went further and she took to housing two digits in you, deep. In and out, at a speedy pace. She wanted you to cum on the job. In the street of London. Her body pressed against yours and your hands took to holding her face. It was hot and you were certain it was from her own arousal. She pumped her fingers into you again. Again. Again and finally you peaked and came, your walls clenching around Grell’s working fingers as your body expelled a mess and a loud moan greeting the cool night. A final kiss was bestowed upon your lips and with a pull of your bottom lip Grell pulled away for good, leaving you momentarily breathless and a blushing mess.

“You are more beautiful than D E A T H ☆~! That woman was a sight but you are the only sight for me. Look, I even turn your face the pretty shade of red I enjoy!” Grell practically squealed out. You were absolutely stunning to her and adorable.

“G-Grell I…” You tripped on your own words as you tried to explain to her why you felt this way so suddenly but a finger silenced you and behind that finger was the smile of Grell.

“No need for an explanation. Your lovely moans were enough to make my night!”

#Grelle Sutcliff #black butler #kuroshitsuji #black butler imagines #kuroshitsuji imagines #DEATH~!

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monoguk · 7 years

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hopelessly so . second

Recently, he’s been needing sex: a getaway, a distraction. but you never really left his thoughts.

FEATURING - jeon jungkook CATEGORY - mature . drama WORD COUNT - 1000+

PARTS - first . second . last

Jungkook needed this: this free Friday night, drowning himself in hardcore drinks and a slick wetness pooling in some random chick’s underwear all because of him.

So, after making sure he was intoxicated by the liquor he consumed specifically for this purpose, he went off the bar stool to find some sexy girl to fuck. With no struggle at all, he was rushing off to a random room in the party house all the while dragging his prey for tonight.

Go back. Go back.

Slam: the door on it’s hinges, the lock on the knob, her back on the door, his hands caging her. She said her name seductively, but Jungkook cut her off with a swoop, bringing their lips together in a fiery kiss.

Stop. Stop.

His hands ran up and down her body, rough and fast and desperate. She was just as desperate as he was, her crotch grinding with his thrusting hips, hands pushing him towards the bed, legs situating on either side of Jungkook as she straddled him.

No. No.

He discarded both their clothes quickly, wanting to get it on as soon as possible. Rough, fast, deep, kinky, anything but sweet or lovely. Jungkook, body skilled with anything on any part, roused this girl rubbing all over him. He painted her neck with painful purple lilacs and soft blush roses, kneaded her round bottom and plump breasts with such intensity that had her whimpering, abused her exposed labia and clit with the length of his sex grinding in between the slick folds.

Furrowed brows and reading something on the phone. Protests and sly giggles.

He clenched his eyes shut, rutting harsher against the girl’s exposed parts. He wished he had brought along more alcohol as well, but he thought euphoria with her would suffice for tonight. Jungkook shoved her off, only to throw her over the soft mattress, legs straddling her stomach and eyes commanding her to suck. She complied, mouth skillfully taking him whole, gaze hypnotizing him into the needed distracting lust.

Soft hair through fingertips. Emotions only for him to see.

Once coated perfectly, he held her face still with her hair before he began to thrust quickly in her mouth. His eyes met hers, and he grunted upon seeing her tearing up. His length caused her to gag, but she swallowed it and Jungkook liked the feeling. So he abused her mouth, not that she was complaining anyways. He catches her hands gliding down her body sensually until it reached her hot cunt, slick and wet and glistening and needy. He didn’t need to look back and see that she inserted her digits inside her when she closed her eyes in ecstasy. So, he continued: cock thrusting up the back of her throat until he reached back and inserted two of his fingers inside her as well. “Aren’t you a needy bitch?”

His fingers, in cooperation with hers, thrusting inhumanely inside her slickness while his pace matched with that of his hips in her mouth. He urged her to scoot up until she was sitting up, so he could hold the backboard of the bed for support. A tight knot was at the verged of smoothing out in his stomach so he stopped and proceeded to ram himself inside her, doing all positions he could think of before they came, ecstasy so high and euphoric that their energy was drained.

Jungkook needed this. He needed this so much. The exhaustion that would immediately bring him to sleep.

But, lately, even a tiring sexcapede wouldn’t lull him to sleep. Sex wasn’t even physically tiring anymore, as it was more emotional. But he needed sex, hoping to rid of his thoughts, thoughts that revolved on one thing.

He stared at his sex partner, sleeping peacefully atop his heaving chest. She was a beauty, sexy and experienced. He thinks he’s seen her in some of his courses, but he didn’t even try remembering her.

She had hair the same as yours, but dyed in a rebellious vibrant color. She had a body straighter than your curved ones, but her ass and bust was no joke (not when his thighs had a boob-and-butt-job from her when she rode him sideways). She was just as pretty as you, though she was a lot prettier. She was a potential permanent partner for him, any girl was, but she wasn’t you.

Okay, there, he said it. He liked you. A lot. Maybe even this close to calling it love.

However, Jungkook knew he won’t do love. He didn’t know how to love. He cared about you, and thought about you, and prioritized your happiness first over his, but they couldn’t be the same as love. He was an expert in physical love, so he should stick to what he does best.

How dare he even start developing feelings for you, his best friend? How dare a dirty man like him get into your innocently pure business? He’d rather die than taint you with his dark angst. (Although you weren’t really innocent what with you reading smutty fiction).

Jungkook never expected he’d let his cold heart get snatched by you. He never knew he’d even start to like you. So, he thought being all clingy and smiley and happy and open and caring and breathless around you was fine, because you were his best friend and he finds comfort in you.

He knew, the moment his hugs were longer than they were supposed to be, the moment his lips would always find solace in parts of your skin that seemed intimate to others, the moment his eyes were absolutely content with seeing you as soon as he wakes up, the moment he’s giddy with merely seeing both your reflections on the mirror brushing your teeth properly for classes during the morning. Jungkook knew the moment you introduced an upperclassmen named Kim Taehyung to him as your first boyfriend. He knew he liked you so much.

As if hearing you blab on and on about how your ‘Tae’ was the sweetest man alive and that you were happy to be with someone as great as Kim Taehyung while Jungkook had to hide his confused feelings underneath a mask of understanding and supporting wasn’t enough, Jungkook had to walk in on you and Taehyung eating each other’s tongues out on your couch in your dorm one day. You were a flustered mess, and Jungkook wished he had been the one to cause such things to you.

But he had been too late, too busy shoving down the possibility of him actually liking you despite him jokingly urging you to have sex with him. Of course, Jungkook thought sarcastically, he just had to woo you with sex because that was the only thing he was good at: seduce. kiss. fuck. leave.

But, no, he wouldn’t dare leave you like he did with the bitches he fucked every night. Jungkook had thought far into having sex with you, but he never saw himself going rough with you, never saw himself doing things that would only pleasure him, never saw himself leave you the next day with only a note and the memory of his kisses and his inhumane thrusts. Maybe, he liked you for a while now, because he realized he only saw himself making proper love to you, only saw himself writhe under your loving control, only saw himself holding you intimately close to him as he thrust slowly, slower, slowest, only saw himself pulling you on top of him after the delicious deed is done only so you could rest your tired body on his flesh-to-flesh, only saw himself sighing contentedly at waking up to your peaceful sleeping face beside him with his arms wound around you protectively and possessively.

Recently, he’s been needing sex: a getaway, a distraction. But you never really left his thoughts.

Ping! Even his inbox had your very essence because you were the only person he texted with often.

[ YOU ] — dude, tae brought over pizza. wanna hang out with us? — or are you busy fucking some sexy chick?

Jungkook didn’t need this, didn’t need seeing you so happy around 'your Tae’. But this was you, asking him to hang out just like old times although someone had joined in your little bubble for two.

Might as well give him the Best Jerk award and the Best Martyr too.

[ JJK ] — nah, i was just about to stand up. i’ll be there soon. leave me some, piggy.

[ YOU ] — am not a piggy. hurry up tho. and, take care :))

It hurt that you care for him too. Your reciprocating actions were giving him too much hope; it once gave him hope before this boyfriend fiasco happened. But all you were doing were reciprocating, unlike him who did it because of pure romantic intentions.

It hurt that he used to be the one you were leaning onto on your couch every night while you both had your attention on the screen. It hurt Jungkook that the only place he had with you was being the best friend who was authorized only until he was lying down on your thighs. It hurt Jungkook that Kim Taehyung was too giving and understood your relationship with Jungkook pretty well.

“Hey man,” Taehyung greeted, “just about time. This piggy’s been begging me to have one more slice from your share.”

“What? He’s my best friend anyway. Hey, Kook.”

Of course, how could Jungkook still be hoping? More importantly, how could Jungkook dare to still be drunk in you - your smell, your soft skin, your tinkling laughter, your warm smile, your bright eyes, your everything - even though he was in the presence of your boyfriend? How could Jungkook still wish to have a chance when he could clearly see Taehyung was perfect for you?

Jungkook sighed, when your fingers tangled themselves up in his disheveled hair, just like what he does with yours when you get in the position he was in. “You’re one kinky person, I bet you came when your fuck buddy for tonight tugged at your hair roughly. Seriously disgusting, Kook.”

Your words were harsh, but he knew you were joking. Besides, no matter how hard his one night stands did tug at his hair, at the end you were always there to soothe the lingering pain.

“You’re no different, you know that?” Taehyung commented, then you and your boyfriend would start a funny arguments. But you left your hands in Jungkook’s hair.

For now, Jungkook thought as he watched you through your reflection on the television screen staring lovingly at a different man, he was content with the way you two were just because you were content with how the things are.

PARTS - first . second . last

#belle writes #jungkook smut #jungkook angst #jeon drabble #bangtan jeongguk

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