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[hongjoongscafe]

Peach.

One-Shot.

Pairing: professor!jungkookxcamgirl!reader.

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, forbidden au, uni au.

Summary: where his lust and admiration fell for a camgirl.

Word count: 15.4k+

Warnings: age gap (oc: 21, JK: 30), masturbation… lots of masturbation, sort of online bullying(?), kind of public masturbation, toys, name-calling, sir/daddy, pussy eating, fingering, unprotected sex (Namjoon will bonk your head if you don't use a contraceptive), spanking, spitting kink, cum eating, choking, overstimulation, a little bit of degradation, pussy spanking. (and that anime-ish picture has nothing to do with the fiction. Imagine the characters however you want!)

Masterpost

“Oh fuck!” Jungkook's voice trembled as he palmed himself through his sweatpants. The thin shining layer of sweat made his face look sexier. His teeth were gritting and his eyes could barely focus on anything but the screen.

He had sworn to make himself wait until he could not wait anymore. He wanted to tease himself until he felt like bursting through his high. He wanted the pain of pleasure to run through his muscles and explode when it was too much to fill his body.

His ears were red from arousal and his veins were popping from lust.

He waited for a whole day to end just to tune into his favourite girl's livestream and tease himself as long as she teased herself.

Through his screen, he admired how her legs were wide open with a camera between them showing her gushing core. The livestream only started about five minutes ago. And he was already so ready to burst in his pants.

He was packing (giddily) to go back home after his day was over at the university to watch her, he was smiling widely. However, his smile dropped when he saw Mr Jameson (the director of the university) standing on the threshold of his office room.

“Mr Jeon, kindly visit conference hall 2 for a staff meeting in ten minutes.”

His lips frowned but nodded and sighed thinking that he probably wouldn't be able to make home soon enough to watch his MissPeach.

The meeting went longer as expected. It was nothing but about exchange students. Jungkook had ten exchange students in total and about three in each lecture he was assigned.

He made it home just in time. While he was juggling the key in the keyhole, he opened the stream and it was on its final countdown till the stream started. He sighed with relief and finally went inside and jumped on his bed, not bothering to turn on his lights. The burnt yellow guiding lights in the hallway and in his room were enough for him which turned on automatically when the sun kissed the ocean through his window and the night began to fall.

“Today, I thought I must not make you all wait,” Miss Peach's soft voice finally speaks. “So I’m going to skip teasing and just jump right into it,” she giggled when the chat went crazy with thank yous and asking for more or some who loved to get teased were upset but so ready to see.

Jungkook’s cock twitched after hearing her seductive yet innocent voice. She never showed her face but he knew she was smiling.

“I’m tired today, so I will use my sex machine instead. I hope it is alright,” she hummed.

Jungkook quickly tapped his screen with a frown of worry.

Bigdaddyj: Baby, it's alright. Relax and just let go, yeah? Don't worry<3 If someone has any problem, Daddy will handle —$200

The ping on Peach's side made her look at the chat. “Thank you, Daddy,” she chuckled. “You are always so generous.”

Jungkook could see her pussy throbbing as she said daddy. He bit his lip and saw a fake cock attached to a machine. Peach rubbed the lube all over it and aligned it with her pussy. She started it at a slow speed.

“Oh,” she gasped as it slowly started to push in. “This feels so good.”

He whimpered imagining his cock pushing into her pussy. Lowered his pants and pulled out his throbbing cock and squeezed the head, trying to feel how it would feel if he were that fake cock. His cock would look prettier and feel better than that thing. But at the same time, he wanted to suck that toy and lick all of her sweet juices, too.

“You fill me up so good,” she rasped. “Please fuck me,” Peach panted as she raised the power and the thrusts got faster and wetter.

“Fuck,” he couldn't control and gave in. His fist picked up the pace of the toy and looked at her pretty pussy swallowing the toy. Her sweet moans and whimpers only fueled his desire.

Not much later, he came all over himself, ruining his white shirt and black pants. But it was worth it.

“That was quick,” she giggled as she panted. Her pussy was red and swollen just how he loved it. “I hope you all came as well… tomorrow I was wondering if we could do qna type of thing? Not the usual stream but just something. I kinda wanna talk. I don't get to do that enough so…”

Jungkook was quick to reply.

Bigdaddyj: aw Peaches I would love to talk to you, baby girl. It will be fun. ^^ –$300

Reading the chat he sent, she hummed cosily. “You think so, daddy? I'm glad. I'll be seeing you all tomorrow then.”

With that, the stream ended and Jungkook slumped against the headrest.

Jungkook used to share a staff flat on campus with two other professors. It was going fine until he found MissPeach. Watching her was becoming a huge task with the other two men in that small flat. It was always obvious whenever he would jerk off.

On many occasions, his roommates would catch him after looking at his flushed face after one of his “sessions”. They said that his face could never hide the fact that he just jerked.

He started to wear makeup but it was frustrating and ended up moving out and eventually purchasing his own apartment off campus. It was rather convenient.

His obsession, however, grew ridiculously embarrassing. And having his own apartment helped him live it. Whenever MissPeach would go live, he would watch without caring about someone disturbing or making fun of him.

Sometimes he felt utterly embarrassed whenever he sat in front of his gigantic TV in his living room with a football game, his one hand holding his mobile with MissPeach's livestream on it and the other hand wrapped around his aching cock. He couldn't miss either.

It all worked out for him.

…

The next morning, Jungkook walked into his lecture hall dressed in a black shirt and black pants, his feet clad in the infamous black boots that made him look professional at the same time a character out of a dark romance book.

“Good morning, class. I hope you all had a long night. I have a job for you all,” he cleared his throat. “I'll be handing you guys a worksheet. You have this whole lecture which is sixty minutes. Take help from your sources and complete it. It's been one month and four more to go. So I want you all to revise what we did this month. I think there is no better way than this. What do we say? Do we agree?” he asked with his bubbly smile that he knew no one could resist.

The students agreed. Soon enough, everyone had two sets of five-page-long worksheets on their desks. In this specific batch, he taught biology. But he had chemistry as well.

You loved biology. And even more now because Jungkook was your professor. You were an exchange student and joined this semester.

On your first day, when he walked into the class, you were positive that he was one of the students but when he stood behind the teacher's desk and started his lecture, your jaw was barely holding up. He looked ripped and broad. The buttons on his shirt were fighting against the monstrosity of his chest. You swore you saw his nipples poke through his shirt at some point.

Even now, when you are sitting in your seat you can't help but look up and steal some glances towards him. He was sitting on his chair, reading something on his laptop with his glasses perched up.

You felt your pussy tingling. Since the first day, you have been masturbating to him. But your pussy just wanted his finger, mouth, and cock.

He never noticed you. You preferred to stay at the corner at the back and just exist. Socializing was not your forte. You had one too many insecurities to even say hi to someone. Even when some of the girls approached you for you to join them around, you always politely declined.

And the rest were not as nice. The thing was that you were a scholarship student at a private university. You barely afford to live. And the others barely kept money in their banks but still had too much money. They were everything you could never be and sometimes they took it as an advantage.

So you preferred to stay away and not get involved with anyone.

You were focusing on your worksheet when Jungkook’s chair screeched against the floor, looking up, you saw him slowly walking around and inspecting if someone needed help. So far, it was not bad. He had taught everything perfectly.

You focused back on your work. You could hear his footsteps. Here and there, the girls asked him some silly questions. You wanted to ask, too. But your confidence was a bit above -200.

So no, you weren't going to ask.

Soon enough, the musky scent invaded your senses as Jungkook was closer to you. He stood by you and looked at your work. You hid your hands under the desk to hide the trembling. It was the first time that you saw him up close. He never took a round, most probably because it was never needed. On the other hand, there weren't any emergencies or something that would make you knock on his office door.

Your eyes met with his as he asked “Miss Park, do you need any help?”

You shook your head, not trusting your voice.

“As expected,” he smiled. He fucking smiled at you. You bit back a silly smile, cleared your throat and looked down.

He moved along and you finally took a breath. He is rather enchanting and you just couldn't rebel.

How could you? That big Professor was a god himself.

“After you are done, you can hand your sheets to me and leave,” he said and took his seat.

You had completed the worksheet about twenty minutes earlier but there was no way you were going to get up and attract any attention. So you started to go through Chemistry.

Chemistry was not your best subject but it meant another hour in Jungkook’s class.

Your concentration enveloped you and made you lose the passage of time. You slightly flinched as Jungkook called your name.

“Miss Park, it has been ten minutes since the lecture got over. You can take the worksheet home if you want and submit it tomorrow if you are finding it hard. Or I can help if you want,” Jungkook offered.

You looked around the empty class and back at your professor. “Ah,” you nervously chuckled and started collecting your stuff. “It is all done,” you said in a small voice and finally gathered everything.

You walked towards him and handed him the sheets. Awkwardly, you bowed and stepped away. However, Jungkook stopped you.

“Miss Park, please write your name and ID number over here, please,” he smiled… again.

You could feel your ears heating up with embarrassment. “Sorry,” you whispered.

“It’s alright!” as you were writing your name and ID number on your sheets, Jungkook took notice of your hands. They looked familiar. Way too familiar.

The images of his MissPeach flashed in front of his eyes. That glistening, pink pussy. His cock twitched in his pants. He shook his head to get the images out. “There are many similar hands, JK!” He scolded himself.

“How are you keeping up, here?” Jungkook asked to distract himself.

You slid the now-named sheets back to him. “Um, it's nice here.”

Jungkook’s eyes twitched at the familiarity of your voice as well. “That’s good. If you ever have any problem, you can come to me. We have two classes so feel free to reach out. You are already so far away from your home so don’t hesitate to ask for help.”

You looked him in the eyes and smiled. “I’ll keep that in mind.” with that, you finally left with a racing heart and wet panties.

Jungkook looked at the closed door. “Ah, I should stop watching her. She is messing up my brain. Y/n can't be her. She is too innocent for that… right?”

But who was he kidding, he was obsessed with MissPeach.

You felt embarrassed when you walked out. His mere smile and thick voice made your pussy clench around nothing and your panties wet. You could feel the wetness on your thighs.

He had an effect on you more than your body could handle without making you feel like his whore.

But you knew he would never look at you the way you wanted him to. To begin with, you were his student and if there was any chance that he would get involved with one, that certainly wouldn't be you.

There were many painfully beautiful girls around you who had maintained themselves like Queens. They had proper skin care, a pretty makeup routine before they came to university and a relaxing night routine. Whereas you, you splashed your face with water and soap and slapped basic cheap face cream on your face.

Most of your money from your “job” was sent to your parents and for your apartment rent. And not to mention, that where you came for an exchange programme, even farting costs money.

Sighing, you walked through the crowd of students and looked around. Everyone was busy with their stuff. In the canteen, groups of friends were sitting and enjoying the food. You brought your own meal but today you were running late and packed nothing. So you walked towards the cheapest of the options, a vending machine.

You bought some rice balls and a can of Sprite. Quickly, you left the canteen and sat on the empty staircase which rarely anyone visited which led to the abandoned old green room.

It didn't take time for you to finish your food. The thought of your hot, ripped professor was still fogging up your mind and probably the sane side of your brain, too. And the more it did, the more your panties became wet.

The image of his beautiful long fingers teased you. You wondered how his tattooed fingers would look while playing with your pussy. Oh, you just wanted just that.

His lip ring was the end of you. You wanted to sit on his face and feel the piercing over your pussy. You always paid attention to when he played with his lip ring with his tongue and just wanted to know how it would feel teasing your clit.

You couldn't take it anymore so you opened the secret pocket of your bad and took out a tiny bullet vibrator that you carried after realizing that Mr Jeon was a sexy man that you just wanted fuck.

Looking around the empty staircase and hallway above, you opened the button of your pants and slipped your hand inside your panties. You positioned the toy over your clit and buttoned up your pants back on.

From your mobile, you turned it on. The low vibrations of the toy shivered you up. You closed your eyes and rested your head against the railing, slowly turning up the power.

It was a perfect gift from one of your viewers who watched almost every stream, Bigdaddyj. You loved this toy the most. It didn't make any noises and was easy to carry around in your bag… or inside your panties.

Soon the vibrations got stronger, leaving your mouth wide open. Your hips thrust in the air and your legs trembled.

A strangled moan forced out so you slapped your hand over your mouth to make no noises. You imagined Jungkook between your legs fingering your hole and sucking on your clit. Thinking of him humming and moaning on your pussy sent you to the edge.

Not so long after, your body seized up and climaxed.

You whimpered at the sensitivity and turned off the toy. It was hard to bring your breath to normal but you somehow managed and stood up yet again questioning your existence.

…

“So I see many of you tuned into this live… I was not expecting this,” you giggled looking at the viewer bar. There were about one thousand viewers. They could only see your boobs clad in a black satin tank top. “Shall we start with the QnA?”

Jungkook was lounging on his sofa with a glass of whiskey. He looked at MissPeach’s boobs. He just wanted to squeeze them and pamper them with kisses and just… keep on worshipping her.

Bigdaddyj: You look fabulous, pretty. How was your day?

You looked at the chat, it wasn't as crazy as when you bare your boobs and pussy. Your heart fluttered when you saw the name of your regular who insisted you call him daddy. “Thank you, Daddy! I'm fine, just a bit tired. It was a long day,” you hummed.

Bigdaddyj: Aw, baby. You should rest. Drink something warm and sleep.”

You smiled at his chat. Playing with the top of your tank top, you replied, “I will. But I have some other things to do and study for a bit.”

Jungkook watched MissPeach play with the top. He couldn't help but pay close attention to the hands. They were similar, he was sure of that. However, he shook his head and paid attention to MissPeach’s chat.

Cummingdick: show face

Natehell: Do you meet in private?

She answered that question, “No, I don't meet in private.”

Then Jungkook asked the question that had been bugging him all-day.

Bigdaddyj: Baby, yesterday you said that you don't get to talk a lot. What is that? Do your friends don't listen to you?

You looked at the question. Your smile faded, lucky you never showed your face. What were you supposed to answer? But it was Daddy who asked it so you had to answer.

“Well, I'm not a very social person. Plus I moved to a different country recently. So I don't have friends here. I prefer staying by myself anyway. It works for me!” you tried to be enthusiastic.

Patrick: show tits, bitch

Fuckboi2000: it's always the quiet ones who whore around

Lovethatpus: I thought you had fucked the whole campus

Jungkook didn't feel good. He heard that strained voice and could tell it was deeper than that. He felt rage reading mindless chat, on top of that. He always saw that innocence in her. Even though she was a camgirl, her demeanour reflected the innocence that he wanted to protect.

Bigdaddyj: it's alright, baby. Try to get along slowly. I'm sure you will make a good friend. Don't be alone, my darling.

The chat from Bigdaddyj brought a smile to your face. Where everyone was requesting you to remove your top and spread your legs, he was making sure you felt heard.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you, Daddy.”

The chat progressively got disappointing and soon turned into a mess. The viewers dropped down when you didn't remove any clothes.

There weren't many questions, in fact, nobody asked a proper question except Bigdaddyj.

Cummingdick: this sucks

Fuckboi2000: Man, you wasted my time, you fucking stupid cunt.

Ridemycock: never turn up if you not gonna show that pussy

Hideme: You're not as interesting as your pussy

Lovethatpus: No wonder why you don't have friends, bitch. Other than your pussy and tits, you are fucking boring

Boobieman: I would just use you and throw you. Boring ass bitch

You sighed. Maybe you shouldn't have done this. What did you even expect? Talking on a porn website? You shook your head and just looked at the chat, not answering any questions.

Soon, there was only one viewer left. And you were certain who he was.

“Daddy?” you called in a low, soft voice.

Jungkook's eyes widened when MissPeach called him. He wasn't expecting her to know that he was still tuned in. Half of him was burning with rage because of those stupid assholes who had to degrade you instead of going somewhere else.

He quickly typed.

Bigdaddyj: yes, baby?

“Do you wanna know a secret?” she hummed.

Bigdaddyj: yes, of course, baby. What is it?

You didn't say something for a few seconds and then stood up. Taking a tissue next to you, you poured some micellar water on it. “Look here, okay?” you said and took a deep breath.

Jungkook typed a yes and looked where she had lowered her pyjama shorts, brought the tissue and pressed for a few. It was above her hip bone on the left side.

Slowly, the tissue swapped and showed a tiny coloured tattoo. It was a cute little pastel pink peach.

Jungkook's mouth parted and looked at the tattoo. He felt his cock twitch in his sweats.

“I got this when I turned nineteen. But I always hid it. It's tiny but I always feel like not wanting to show this to anyone. But I only put on concealer whenever I come live or when I wear cropped tops or something like that,” MissPeach said.

Again, Jungkook’s fingers tapped across the keyboard.

Bigdaddyj: That has to be the most adorable tattoo I've ever seen, baby. I wanna kiss it.

A soft giggle left her. “You can kiss it, Daddy.”

Jungkook smiled.

Bigdaddyj: Tell me, pretty. What other secrets are you hiding?

She sat down again. Her delicate fingers tapped the tabletop. “There are some secrets that I have that no one knows. Will you keep them as secrets if I tell you them?”

Jungkook didn't need to think at all.

Bigdaddyj: Of course, baby. I'll keep them for you.

At this point, Jungkook just wanted her to talk about things that she couldn't talk about or didn't have a friend to talk to. He loved this. Just talking and existing at the same time.

He knew he was fucked. How could he get attached to a faceless person like this?

“I used one of your toys today…” she rubbed the back of her neck. “At university at lunchtime.”

Jungkook’s cock hardened right away. She used his toy at her university.

“And you know what's worse? I've been taking it every day with me and using it often at the university. I keep it in my secret pocket in the bag. I always feel dirty using it,” she confessed.

“Fuck,” Jungkook cursed.

Bigdaddyj: You always feel that horny, baby? What do you think about when you use it?

She paused for a moment, “will you be angry if I tell you the truth?”

He frowned. “So not me,” he mumbled. “Why would she? She has never seen me before.”

Bigdaddyj: Not at all, pretty.

“Hm… I always think about my professor,” she revealed.

“Fuck me,” Jungkook moaned. Even though it wasn't him, the thought of her masturbating to a professor made his cock harder.

Bigdaddyj: You are one nasty little girl, baby.

“I can't help it, Daddy. I really can't.”

…

Your morning class was supposed to be Chemistry but Jungkook couldn't show up for the lecture. Instead, he sent the worksheet to the students through an adjusted professor.

The instructions were similar to what they were for biology. However, this was not easy for you.

It took ten extra brain cells to solve one damn equation. There was no way you were going to get this worksheet done in time. You scolded yourself in your mind for taking this ungodly subject just to spend one more hour with Jungkook who truly never noticed you.

Later in the day, it was your Biology lecture. And to your luck, Jungkook was present in this class and had brought back the worksheets with him.

“You all did an excellent job with this worksheet,” he said as he stood up and smiled at all. Oh, that fucking killer smile that you wanted to eat up. “However, there was one person who did an exceptionally great job!”

His eyes roamed around and stopped at you. “Miss Park,” he called, making your breath stop. “Not a single mistake. Everything was written so beautifully and accurately. I'm impressed by your work. That one diagram was drawn with perfection even in a limited time. And all those diagram with other processes were great addition. One could tell you know what you are doing. Keep working like this,” he gave you a toothy smile and thumbs up.

Your cheeks turned into rosy red. Not trusting your voice, you quickly bowed to him from your seat and gave him an awkward smile.

The lecture passed by with him starting a new chapter and passing on the introduction of sub-topics to make everything easier when studied in detail— one of his tricks for learning that was your favourite.

As the lecture ended, everybody started to leave and you were packing up as well. It was only 2:00 PM and you were planning to go back to your apartment.

“Miss Park,” Jungkook called your attention. “Do you have time for a moment? I've something to discuss.”

You nodded.

Soon, you found yourself sitting in front of your professor. The same one who made you masturbate in public and that you confessed to a stranger who watched your stream regularly.

“Miss Park, you did an outstanding job in Biology. I'm impressed, actually. When I was handed your performance chart from your university, I knew I didn't need to be worried about you. No one gets into this university without any reason. It's harder. You either need too much brain or too much money,” he said. “I was actually quite eager to go through your Chemistry worksheet.”

You dug your nails into your palm, knowing well that you had disappointed him.

“I can see that Chemistry is difficult for you. Or if I rephrase it, you are thinking that it is difficult for you,” he pulled out the worksheet. “You haven't answered all the questions and there are some mistakes. From the look of it, it seems you have a problem with your basics. I'm pretty sure it will be all right once the lab starts but I think it would be much helpful if you understand things in theory better.”

You fumbled with your fingers and avoided his eyes. Your body was tense and he could see right through it.

Jungkook removed his glasses, “Miss Park, May I ask why you opted for this subject? I see you only had Biology before. Why the sudden addition of Chemistry?”

Taking a deep breath, you finally spoke up. “I'm sorry, Mr Jeon. I didn't mean to disappoint you in any way… I just took chemistry for extra credits.”

You lied. Oh, you fucking lied to your professor and you wanted to run away. Lying to him hurts you more than it should have.

Jungkook chuckled, “I’m not disappointed in you, Miss Park. I think with a little extra attention, you will be able to perform just as well as you do in Biology.”

You looked into his twinkling eyes. “I-I’m not sure if I can be that good in Chemistry. It's- it’s stupid, I should probably get it crossed. I think I still have time for that. Yeah, that, I'll do that,” the panic settled in.

Jungkook looked at you and found you a fragile little thing. He had never paid much attention to you knowing you were all good in your studies.

But right now, he wished he did.

You were a simple girl with a straightforward goal. He never saw you messing around or heard any gossip about you other than that you do not get mixed up well with others. Considering the fact that you had just moved out and still settling in, it was normal for not mixing up. It takes time.

“Miss Park,” Jungkook leaned in and patted your shoulder. “You don't need to panic. How about we try solving this problem for a couple of weeks and then see if you get any better, hm?

You sat frozen in your seat and just took in the feeling of his hand on your shoulder trying to calm you down. “What if I don't?”

Jungkook smiled, retrieving his hand and making you want more. “Then you can get it cancelled from your major.”

You nervously asked, “When can we start?”

“If you don't have any other class for the day, we can start right now! Do you have any classes?” you shook your head. “Alright, follow me to my office, Miss Park.”

Almost an hour since Jungkook has been focused on you. He was damn sure that your hands and voice were similar to MissPeach. He has been watching her for a month and he knows her perfectly. Her moans, whimpers, begging, sniffles, everything to the point she showed or let him see, he noticed.

However, he couldn't risk any false situations.

The picture of the peach tattoo flashed in front of his eyes. How MissPeach confessed to masturbating in university and that too while thinking about a professor… right into feeding his fantasies.

Not that he dreamt of that before but since MissPeach and you blocked his mind, he couldn't help but want this to happen. As forbidden as it was, you were a fully grown adult.

His pants started to tighten, his cock begging for a touch. But he pushed the need behind his head. He shouldn't think such filthy things while you are struggling to solve the equation in front of him.

He loved how your bangs caressed your soft cheeks. He wanted to caress your forehead to get rid of the tension lines you got while concentrating. He loved it when your nose scrunched up whenever you got stuck on a specifically harder equation.

He wondered why you had tiredness kissing your face. He hated that and wanted to take you in his arms and hum you to sleep in his lap.

Oh! He would do anything just to free your lower lip from the confines of your teeth and caress it with his thumb… kiss it with his lips and taste your pretty mouth.

His eyes widened at his wild thoughts. Fuck. He thought.

But something in his mind said that he needed to know if you were MissPeach or not.

Tattoo… he needed to keep an eye for it. She herself said that she always hid it whenever she came live or when she wore something like cropped tops.

…

It was the fifth day of the extra classes. You were waiting for Jungkook in his office with your notebook and textbook out as commanded by him. He informed you earlier that in this extra class, you will be joined by someone. You had no idea who this person was.

After about five minutes, the door opened. Along with Jungkook, another girl walked in. Margot.

There was nothing good about her. At least when it came to you, it wasn't. She was the only daughter of a realtor father and an advocate mother. Her nose was always high in the sky and her eyes looked down on people like you.

For her, you were not worth the hassle.

“Miss Park, Miss Bell was having trouble with the topic we are going to cover today. So I thought maybe we could work on it together!” Jungkook said as he took his seat in front of you and Margot on your left.

You nodded.

“Oh, well… I would have preferred this to be a private session, Mr Jeon. You know, it's better with personal attention and not,” Margot looked at you with a side eye, “share it with a scholar.” She spat the word scholar as if it were a pesticide.

Her voice was animatedly high-pitched and it annoyed you to no end.

“Really? I don't think so. Instead, I think that this is better. If you have any doubts, it can help Miss Park as well. And if Miss Park has any doubts, it can help you. Knowledge is never private, Miss Bell,” Jungkook sweetly said. You admired his thinking. He wasn't only hot and intelligent but also highly respectful as well. “Now without wasting time, let's start, shall we?”

It was only fifteen minutes in when Margot started to shit from her mouth.

“Mr Jeon, are you single?” she asked.

Jungkook looked up from his laptop and lowered his glasses. “Why do you ask?”

“You don't look single. There must be someone just as hot as you that you are dating,” your eyes widened at her choice of words.

Jungkook chuckled. “No, Miss Bell. I'm single.” His eyes stole glances at your face. You were buried in your book but he knew you were listening.

“Such a waste of hotness,” Margot tsked. “I think you deserve someone with pretty eyes, a sharp face and an intelligent mind, and money as well— ‘cause you know, there are many who would anything for money if they don't have it themselves! I'm sure you will go for someone who looks like a princess. With dusty blond hair,” At this point, she was just pointing out her own features.

“Miss Bell, I don't think you should be discussing such stuff. Plus, Miss Park must be getting disturbed,” his reply made your butterflies jump.

“Who cares? This is not all, you know? A girl must keep herself up to standards. No one will look at her if she keeps on being like this. A girl must wear good clothes, wear shoes that have solid soles and not hang by a single thread. Get a proper manicure done. Have some sense and class with good brands. And knows how to properly use make-up and not just use some cheap ass shit that cakes up,” you fisted your hands to hide your chipped nail paint as you felt the redness and shame crawling up your neck.

“Stop, Miss Bell! Thi–”

“I- I need to go,” you interrupted Jungkook and stood up. You messily collected your books and ran out without even putting them in your bag. You felt suffocated.

Jungkook could never be yours. You had nothing. You were average-looking, had no money to buy big brands, and had the most average life. and not to mention how you chose to bare yourself on the internet in front of strangers for money instead of going for an actual job.

You had nothing against people who did this with choice but you had never been this open-minded about it. Hell, you were still a virgin.

Long ago, your parents had a small business which earned enough for a healthy living. But because of your father's sudden illness, everything went to nothing. To pay the bills, your parents had to sell almost everything little by little and in that, the business went crashing. They sold the house and moved into a smaller house. It was still expensive. Hospital bills were stacking up. Most of your money went into that. It wasn't your choice to move away and stay like this. But desperate times bring desperate measures.

Why would Jungkook like you when you had too much shit to handle? He would probably walk away. Would he even look at you like you wanted? Never. You were his student, a twenty-one years old but still a student. While he was thirty years old successful professor.

…

It has been a week since MissPeach last came live.

You were kind of not feeling going on live after your qna. People, other than Daddy, made you feel like a worthless object that deserved nothing but to bare herself for the world to see. They had forgotten that there was an actual person with a heart that gets hurt as well.

So when you went live without any previous notice, you preferred to not talk at all and just release your stress. Plus you needed money to send it to your parents.

After coming back from your extra class with Jungkook, you could feel your arousal running down your thighs. Even though you weren't feeling good, your pussy had its own mind.

You were going to take care of your problem in private but you needed that money.

When the notification popped on Jungkook's phone, he quickly turned off the heat under the pasta and sat on the couch. He wasn't expecting you to go live but it was more than fine. He gets to talk to you.

The live started. You were sitting on your chair, wearing your underwear. A pastel blue set. Jungkook was quick to type the compliment and donate some money.

Bigdaddyj: My pretty baby looks so beautiful as always <3 –$300

He waited for you to say something but it never came. It was odd, you always replied to him.

You didn't say hi or ask how everyone's day was. Nothing.

Bigdaddyj: Baby? Everything alright?

You leaned back and sighed. Hooking up your thumbs with the corner of your panties, you removed them showing glistening folds.

Cummingdick: thank fuck this slut decided to show some pussy.

Randomdude: wanna fuck that hole so fucking bad💦

You slid your hand between your legs and teased your folds, not touching where you needed them the most. The slick was dripping down on your bed.

A blissful sigh escaped your throat when your cold fingers finally touched your throbbing clit. “Daddy,” you whimpered. It was your way to make him know that you acknowledge him and him only.

Jungkook’s cock hardened embarrassingly quickly. He knew something was not right and that MissPeach was feeling off but now when she moaned what she called him, he couldn't resist. He was sure that she was thinking of that professor but fuck he would be lying if that didn't just make him want to be delulu.

You picked up a lipstick and opened it. Dropping the cap, you picked another big blush brush with a metallic multi-coloured stick.

You pressed the button at the bottom of the lipstick and it started to buzz. Bringing it down to your clit, you gasped and moaned lewdly when the high vibrations buzzed through your veins.

“Oh my god, fuck,” you moaned.

Jungkook took out his cock from his sweatpants and stroked himself. This was one of his favourite toys that you owned paired with the brush wand in your hand. He always complimented her about it.

Bigdaddyj: Such a good girl, you are. Using Daddy's favourite toys. Hm? –$500

The ting of the donation made you look at the screen and made you moan knowing it was from Daddy. You turned on the brush and teased your hole with it. The double vibrations left you with your mouth wide open in a silent scream.

Slowly, you pushed the brush inside you. “Ah, Daddy please fuck me!” you screamed.

You closed your eyes and imagined Jungkook. He has been leaving subtle touches– not sexual. But they were enough for your weaker self.

You imagined his fingers rubbing your clit, spitting on it as his cock plunged into your filthy cunt. The vibrations against your G-spot made you see the stars.

It was embarrassing to admit that you had seen his huge bulge in the classroom sometimes.

You imagined how his hot cock would feel in your pussy as you rode him while his hands played with your tits, pinching your sensitive nipples. You just wanted him to wrap his hands around your throat and choke you as you lay under him with your knees touching your chin.

The overwhelming feeling of vibration from both the toys and the image of Jungkook ruining your cunt.

Jungkook matched the pace of your hand thrusting the damn thing in your swollen pussy. He was so close.

He had never seen MissPeach so out of it. He loved it.

His balls tightened, ready to burst anytime. Soon enough, his cock twitched and he emptied himself all over his white shirt when you moaned out loud and squirted. The brush slipped out of your cunt.

You dropped the lipstick thing and slapped your pussy as you squirted more and more with the image of Jungkook between your legs, lapping up your juices like the gentleman he is.

Your eyes and breath took time to adjust and when you felt normal, you turned off the live and sat there thinking about what just happened just like Jungkook who was hard again after seeing you squirt like a broken faucet.

You had never squirted in your whole life.

…

There was complete silence in Jungkook’s office. You were sitting in front of him, working on some theory. Your concentration was strong and you grasped everything perfectly.

Everything about you was quiet. You walked quietly, talked quietly, and even your breath was quiet. Not a single noise that you have ever made. However, you were even quieter after that class with Margot and that didn't slip from Jungkook’s attention.

Whenever you had any doubts, you would just slide your notebook or textbook across the table with a circle around the doubt.

He missed your voice.

Subconsciously, he noticed everything about you. You never talked to anybody. Never hung out in the canteen. Heck, he didn't even see you outside of these classes. It was as if you vanish after classes and only appear in the class.

Considering your age, he expected to catch you with a boy or a girl here and there. He had caught almost the rest of the students in such a compromising state. And he wasn't too old himself, just thirty years old, he knew what this generation's needs were.

He was, to say the least, concerned about you.

“Miss Park?” He called.

You looked up from your book and waited for him to continue. “I know it might come out as inappropriate but I couldn't help but notice how you are always on your own. Like, I've never seen you with someone else before and never outside of the classes. Is everything alright?”

You were wondering why he was suddenly interested in your pathetic life. “I don't think I get along well,” you whispered, thinking it should be enough and focused back on the book.

“Why not? You are smart and intelligent. I'm sure there are many who would want to be friends with you,” he said with enthusiasm to encourage her to have friends.

You just looked up at him again and shook your head and looked down again.

“That’s not the spirit, Miss Park. Trust me, friends come a long way. I have my childhood friends and other friends still in contact. Any need? They are right there for me,” he tried to reason.

You sighed, “Mr Jeon, I'm happy that you have such friends. But it's not everyone's thing. Not everybody is able to make friends. Sometimes it's better to be just… left alone. I would rather focus on studies, pass, and get out of here. I have no time for anything else.”

There were unspoken words left. Jungkook wanted to hear those. But he didn't press you much. He could see the wave of sadness that shifted on your face. He hated it.

He still blames himself for bringing Margot with him to the class. There was too much that these rich students (of course, not all but some) didn't understand. And he could see the maturity that you attained. He knew things were much deeper than mere relatability.

“Do you bring your lunch from home, Miss Park?” he abruptly asked.

You frowned but nodded.

“Did you bring it today as well?”

You nodded, again.

“Great! You should eat here. With me. I made some Jjajangmyeon and was wondering if I could have some company during lunch. It doesn't feel right without sharing… you can share your lunch with me!” he smiled, closed his laptop and placed the book he was going through away.

“I don't think you would want to have my lunch,” you nervously whispered.

“Oh, hush! Now pack up, it's lunchtime!”

Not even five minutes later, there were two bowls with noodles in it. Jungkook started to mix his bowl and pointed his eyes at yours with a smile, asking you to eat as well.

Jungkook had happily taken half of your sad American cheese sandwich and ate it with a huge smile. He had said that it was really good and you didn't believe him at all. But his following lines almost made you cry. They were— “You know, Miss Park, I always love food. It could be as simple as bread and butter or as complex as Korean BBQ. In the end, it's food. Not everyone gets to eat it. So I'm thankful for what I have and what I eat. No one should be ashamed of what they eat. As long as it fills up your stomach, it is good.”

This only added another reason why you loved hi–

Loved?

…

The moment you and Jungkook stepped into the library, he kept his eyes on you while you tried to find a specific book for your extra class.

Ever since he started giving you extra classes, he has paid more attention to you. And not from an academic perspective but as in you. He was hurt, to say the least.

You were alone. And he saw that right through your eyes.

Being away from one's home country and staying with ruthless rich young adults was not something as pleasant for someone from the working class. He felt for you. No details were needed to know that these people must have made your time here harder.

Since Margot, he had seen an utter decline in your health as well. Even in the stream, he noticed how your body had gone thinner.

Yes, he was certain that it was you, the MissPeach. But still, the odds were there.

After that lunch from yesterday, he had been thinking about you without any break. He couldn't even set the worksheet for juniors just because he was consumed by you. He kept seeing your tired eyes and the dark circles that stuck to them.

It took all the will to keep his fingers from caressing them and kissing them away. A strange wish to protect you and keep you arose within him that he never felt before.

It shook him, how much he had grown to care for you in just two weeks. He was afraid that you might break down at any moment.

You were this fragile little doll and yet so strong. He admired you. You were everything he ever wanted… scratch that, you were more than what he ever wanted. It was like he asked for an Apple but he got a basket full of apples with an apple pie. And love beside it.

Jungkook kept looking at you from where he was standing and smiled as you looked through the shelves of books to find what you needed. The tiny scrunching nose and your baby hair falling over your face… just adorable. He wished he could thread his fingers through them and tuck them behind your ears as his fingers brushed your nape, raising your goosebumps.

He smiled when he saw your eyes light up after you spotted the book you were finding. It was way above the shelf and you tried to reach it.

You looked too good to be true.

You tried reaching it with your right hand, and when failed, you switched to your left. As if that arm was longer than the other.

Jungkook chuckled and took one step to help you but instead, he froze in his place. His eyes wandered down and stopped at the naked skin just above your left hip. There it was. The pretty peachy peach sitting on your skin, taunting him.

His heart stopped for a moment and then ran faster like the wind in the thunderstorm.

Something feral ticked inside his guts.

You tried to reach for the book but it was too far up. Just as you were about to turn around and fetch the stool, a warm body pressed against your back and a hand rested on your covered right side. You didn't need to know who it was… that musky earthy scent was enough to make your heart beat like crazy knowing it was Jungkook.

You dumbly looked at his hand slowly grabbing the book and bringing it down to you. His hot breath fanned against your ear and his lips brushed against the shell of it.

And then he said in a deadly deep, low, and raspy voice, “I think, next time, you need to be more careful with your tattoo… MissPeach.”

The book dropped on the ground. Your eyes widened and your mouth parted open. Daddy. No one but Daddy knows.

Millions of haunting thoughts swirled in your head making you feel lightheaded. You were sure he was going to expose you and get you expelled.

“Meet me in my office, Miss Park,” he said and lightly kissed your ear. “Right now.”

The coldest warmth disappeared. So did your last brain cell.

You were doomed.

…

When you knocked on the door to the office, your soul almost left your body, trying to free itself from the humiliation.

The ever-soft “come in” made you realize that there was no going back. You fucked up.

How could he be Bigdaddyj? That shocked you to no end. You shouldn't have revealed that fucking tattoo of yours that night. But you felt a need to share at least one thing with that faceless stranger to feel something. To feel like you, too, had someone who knows your dirty secrets. Oh! The worst of all… the confession about masturbation.

Talk about sharing secrets. You scoffed at yourself.

Hesitantly, you opened the door and entered the room without looking up. You shut the door behind you extra tightly, making sure no one on the other side could hear anything. Unless they stuck their ears to the door.

Your body trembled as you stepped in front of his desk and stood there like a shivering statue. The inner screaming made you restless. This was too embarrassing to handle.

Your professor whom you have been crushing over since day one has seen you masturbate on the internet and the worst part is, he donated you good money as well.

He was going to ask for money, wasn't he? You cringed at yourself. How were you going to repay?

“Miss Park, I guess we both know what we are going to… discuss,” he started. You nodded. “Words… Miss Park.”

“Yes, Mr Jeon,” you whispered.

Jungkook stood up from his chair, “We had a nice talk in that stream, didn't we?”

The tears pricked your eyes so you kept your head down, keeping the sight of your face away from his expensive eyes.

He slowly walked around the table and stood behind you, caging you with his arms around you and placing his hands flat on the table. “It’s interesting, you know? To know that one of my students is a camgirl,” he whispered in your ear. “Do you want me to keep this dirty little secret for you, too?”

You nodded to you a few times, praying so that he could indeed keep this a secret. “Please,” you whispered in a weak tone.

“Hmm… but I want to know one thing in return, MissPeach…” his chest plastered with your back.

“Tell me one thing. Who is that professor whose thoughts make you wet, hm?” his jealousy made his brain fog up and let it out on you. “The one who gets you so fucking horny that you play with that pretty pussy in university with the toy that I sent you. Who is he? Is it Jimin? Or Namjoom? It has to be Namjoon. Big, ripped. He is the definition of hotness. I'm sure you imagine him licking your pretty pussy,” you couldn't imagine yourself. You felt dirty thinking about the image he was pasting. The only time you didn't feel dirty was when you imagined Jungkook and only Jungkook. The idea of being with any other professor made you cringe harder.

The more he talked about you being with some other person, the more tears dropped down your cheeks. You didn't want to admit that it was him. You promised yourself that you would let him paint whatever picture he wanted and never tell him the truth.

“Imaging his dick in your pussy? Isn't it? You would love that, wouldn't you? Having Namjoon’s dick in you and just ju—”

“You!” you screeched when he didn't stop. Into the well went the promise. It was too hard to listen to him.

Jungkook went rigid, “what?”

Your body trembled violently, “it’s you that I think about!” you let it out as your voice cracked.

“Y/n,” you felt his hands on your arms turning you around to face him. “Look me in the eyes, please.”

You looked up and he felt his heart break. Your face was red with tears running down. “Please, Mr Jeon. I beg you to keep this a secret, please! I will do anything you want. I-I’ll do better at Chemistry. But keep this to yourself. I can't– I can't afford to get kicked out. Everything will get ruined. Please n—”

Your words died when your face squished against his warm and hard chest. His one hand threaded through your hair and the other one rubbed your back.

“I’m sorry, Princess,” he whispered. “I won't ever tell this to anyone, baby. There is nothing wrong. I may have– no… I definitely let my jealousy take over and act like an idiot. You have done absolutely nothing wrong.”

Your eyes were wide open but they relaxed. Your shaky hands reluctantly circled around him and hugged him back. You felt warm. Not only on the outside but inside as well. The ice of burden melted for a while with the warmth he gave you. His fingers caressing your scalp made your head feel better. His hand running along your spine calmed your inner screamings.

Strangely enough, he was all you needed at that moment.

You just wanted to melt into his warmth and become a part of him.

As ridiculous as it looked, it was magical. Healing even.

You felt his nose against your head and he sniffed before pulling himself away just a little to see your face.

Jungkook gently wiped your cheeks and tucked your loose locks behind your ears. Your soft gaze softened his heart and he kept looking into them.

His hands cupped your face and pulled you closer to his face. Your nose touched with his and his minty fresh breath fanned your face.

Without using any words, he asked for your permission. As much as your brain was screaming to push him and run away, your mind made your head nod.

His eyes smiled.

And then he let his soft lips be on yours. Everything about him was warm and soft.

His lips lapped yours in a slow kiss. It was not lusty or heated but the one where he expressed more than he could say. The care, the love, the admiration. He didn't only kiss your lips but your soul. Dramatic but made sense.

Your lips moved in sync.

Jeon Jungkook was your first kiss.

He was careful trying not to hurt you. He held your face as if it was made of glass. Your hands were clutching his shirt as if you let go, you might actually break. It felt like a fever dream, the one from which you never wanted to wake up.

Your lips parted away from his and your forehead rested against his. You opened your eyes unhurriedly and saw him already looking at you.

“Jealousy?” you asked.

Jungkook’s hands slid down and held your waist, “you might have stolen my heart, Princess,” he deeply whispered. “Let it be MissPeach or Miss Park… your both of those sides snatched my heart. You have no idea how bad I've been wanting to be with you, baby,” his thumbs drew circles on your waist. “At first it was the fascination of MissPeach but since I have started to get to know you, I've been dying to make you mine, Princess. You fucked up my mind… And I love it. I love it more than I should,” he breathily chuckled.

“How did you know it was me?” your mind was blurred with proximity.

“Believe me or not but it was your hands that made me realize and when you talked, I knew it was MissPeach,” he said and kissed the tip of your nose.

“My hands?” you frowned and looked at your hands. You turned them around to see what gave them off.

Jungkook chuckled and held your hands in his large ones. Bringing them closer to his lips, he pecked them. “Everything you allowed me to see and hear, I know them. A single look and a single noise of you will always make me know that it's you, Princess.”

You were at a loss for words. “But why would you pay attention to a girl who fucks herself for everyone to see?”

With two fingers, he lifted up your chin and looked into your eyes, “You are not just a girl, Y/n. You are my girl. And don't think of yourself any less just because you are a camgirl. I know you and know that you are better than anyone I have ever known.” You could see the concern swimming in his pebble eyes. “I want you to be mine, baby. Is that too much to ask?”

“You are my professor,” you voiced your fear. “What if someone finds out?”

“Not forever,” he kissed your forehead. “And no one will find out. Just one and a half more years, baby. Then we can be free and be ourselves. Give it a try, okay?”

You had nothing to lose.

“Okay.”

…

Little peeking and pecking kept going on between Jungkook and you. Small smiles and reassuring pats on the back were a new routine that the two of you followed.

There was no need for any extra classes anymore but it only felt right and it was the only way to spend some time without anyone interrupting or feeling highly alerted.

You were sitting on the chair, working through some practical problems on your own. Nothing was better than this. Sitting in your professor's office, studying peacefully, stealing some kisses and praises, and just existing together— no more existing alone.

Jungkook was leaning against the table next to you, running his fingers through your luscious locks. It was his newly found habit that he loved the most.

His fingers traced your forehead, moving along your temple down to your chin, he raised your head and looked deep into your eyes. His thumb grazed your lower lip. His eyes were taking in the softness of your lips.

Leaning down till your foreheads touched, he said, “Have I ever told you how fucking beautiful you are, Princess?”

“Like ten minutes ago,” you closed your eyes and took in the closeness.

“Really?” he gasped. “I should tell you that more often than that,” you giggled. Something in his chest warmed up. “You are the most perfect person I have seen, baby.”

“Yeah?” He hummed in answer. “But don't you think that other girls are perfect and I’m nothing in front of them? They have perfect features and perfect bodies. Their hair is always well-styled and their makeup is seamless. And their skin looks baby-soft all the time.”

It was odd to unfold your insecurities like this.

Jungkook inhaled, “look at me, baby,” he asked in the softest voice. When you opened your eyes and looked into his eyes, he began, “They are pretty and perfect. Just not for me. Everyone is pretty and perfect in their own little ways. And you, my darling, are the most perfect and breathtaking woman I've ever seen in my life. They are pretty in my eyes, but you are prettier. They might have the softest skin but I only want to caress your sweet cheeks. Their hairstyles take much effort, probably but yours are the ones that make my heart flutter. Everything you do is far better than them for me. So, never say that ever again. Of course, if you feel insecure, you tell me. I'll make sure to make you feel like the queen that you are. And if anyone touches you to tell you otherwise, they will be seeing a version of me that nobody asked.”

Your heart quivered. No one has ever made you feel the way Jungkook did. Older men like him always know how to be a gentleman. Nothing compares to him. You were sure that he was a cleaner version of Zade Meadows.

Something else has been bothering you. “Mr Jeon…”

“Yes, baby?” he caressed your cheek.

“I–I masturbate on live streams. Doesn't that bother you?” you looked everywhere but his eyes.

Jungkook straightened up and walked back to his seat and sat down. “Come here,” he patted his lap.

You stood up and shakily walked to him. His hands clutched your sides and made you sit on his lap, your legs on his either side and back against the table.

His hands rubbed your sides to calm your trembles. “Why do you ask that?”

“I don't know,” you whispered.

“You didn't go live since that day, baby. Why is that?” you rested your palms on his shoulders.

“I wasn't sure if you would like that, me going live after everything happened between us,” you hated to talk about this but it was necessary. And the sooner you talk about this, the better.

“Do you enjoy doing lives? Tell me honestly, okay?” he asked. His eyes held nothing but understanding. That made it easier for you. But you still took some time. Were you really into this whole ordeal? “Baby?” Jungkook shook you out of your head.

“I don't,” you blur out. Jungkook's eyebrows raised in half surprise and half question. “Well, not as much. I guess the more I did the more I became used to it. There are things I don't like about it. And if I had other options, I would have never gone this way.”

His hands moved to your back, and seeing your shiny eyes made his heart ache. He pulled you closer to his chest, your head resting in the crook of his neck. “Then why are you doing this, pretty? Why is there no other option?”

You inhaled his intoxicating scent before you began, “My father had a business. It had about two million worth of average turnover. It was going perfectly. My mother was a housewife. We were living a perfect little life like any other middle-class family. We had a two-story house in the city and two cars. Nothing else was needed. However, everything came crashing down one day…” Jungkook felt wet against his neck, it squeezed his heart but he kept listening as he rubbed your back.

“He was rushed to the hospital and we got a call. My father had a brain tumour. It was bad. It affected such parts of the brain that made his body non-functional. I was still a minor and wasn't aware of much. Things took a great turn and in a span of a few years, everything that my father built from scratch was gone.

His medical bills were amassing up. We had to sell everything. We sold one car. A year later from that incident, we sold our house,” you choked on your words. Your hands clutched Jungkook's shirt tightly in your fist. “We moved closer to the hospital but outside the city. It was a one-room apartment. It had no rooms. Just a space which had one kitchen and one door that led to the bathroom. Nothing else.

We lived there. My parents still live there. I worked hard every day to get a scholarship. I forgot what it was like to sleep or have fun. In that little space, three of us were… we were just there. Not really alive. But just three beating hearts. I passed my exam. I got the scholarship,” you took a deep shaky breath.

“I got into the University I always wanted. I maintained my grades so that I could change my and my parents’ lives. My professors there were impressed with my performance so they persuaded me to give my name in the student exchange program. I wasn't sure before but they said that it was only going to help me and make my resume look like a quote-unquote shining star

“Good things come with their own bitterness. Even if the fee was forgiven, I still had to reach here. We didn't have enough funds for that so we ended up selling our second car. I preferred to live off-campus. It wasn't the most sane idea but it was harder to be in a dorm.

“So when I came here, I found a job as a barista but that didn't pay any of my bills. And my parents needed money as well. My mother couldn't work because she needed to look after my father all the time. So, I took responsibility because they spent too much on me for me to come here. And I didn't want to be a burden.

“So the only option I was left with was live streaming. It pays my rent and the rest goes to my parents. For hospital bills and all. Nothing else earned me enough but this. So I had to do what I do now.”

It was a dead silence. Jungkook's hands on your back stopped moving somewhere in between. You wanted him to say something or at least run your back to comfort you. But when you raised your head and looked at his face, silent tears were running down his closed eyes. He was biting his lip so that no voice escaped him.

He wanted to comfort you by staying strong but it was harder than it was in his head.

“Jungkook,” you first time took his name. It made his heart flutter. He opened his eyes and just looked at you. You looked tired and it all made sense to him. You stayed away from everyone and closed yourself off just so you could work hard towards your goals and make something out of your life. To make a difference in the family and help them.

You took steps out of your liking and comfort zone just so your parents could have a little bit of ease on themselves. You were beyond perfect. You were more than an angel.

You were too good to be true.

He choked on his words, “I’m sorry, baby. I didn't mean to cry but I just can't help,” his last three words were almost inaudible.

Your heart clenched and fresh tears poured out of your eyes. Holding his face in your tiny hands, you wiped his tears and kissed the tip of his nose. “Thank you,” you whispered.

“For what, baby?” he sniffed.

“…just take it,” you kissed his cheek.

He smiled and pecked your glossy lips. “You know that I’m so proud of you, baby. And you just keep on making me prouder every single day. I admire your will and strength. There is nothing that can stop you from chasing your dreams, pretty girl. And I'll be right next to you to make sure that you have everything in the world you need to keep you happy. I'll take all of your tensions and work on them with you. You don't have to worry about anything. Let me know the bank details and I'll take care of your parents’ expenses from now on.”

“No,” you said. “I don't want you to do that at all. All I want from you is to be here. Let me take care of my parents, please. I don't wanna take anything from you. The only thing I want is you and nothing else,” you were aware of the blind money that this university paid to their A-listed professors and Jungkook happened to be one of them. But you weren't here for money but for him.

“I will be always here with you just like right now,” he whispered against your lips before joining them.

He bit your lip lightly making you gasp. The innocent kiss turned into a heated one. Taking the opportunity, he shoved his tongue inside your mouth. You let him explore your mouth as you did his. He sucked your lower lip and let it go.

Your jaw was littered with kisses and licks as he found his way to your neck. It took him two seconds to find your soft spot and sucked on it, making you hum. Your hands threaded through his hair and fisted them.

Your nails against his scalp made his cock twitch in his pants and it got harder the more you moaned. He looked into your eyes. “Baby, we need to stop before I do something else,” he warned you.

You whined, “No, please don't stop now,” you begged.

“But you are not fine right now,” he tried to reason.

“I won't be if you don't touch me! Make me forget everything but you, Mr Jeon! Make me feel free… Please fuck me!” you begged.

Something ticked inside him. His eyes went feral. The blood left his brain and rushed straight into his cock. He swiped everything from his table and dropped you on it. He hastily removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He came closer and attached your forehead with his As he looked into your eyes.

In a low, deadly voice, I’m going to fuck you senseless, baby. I'll make sure we leave this campus with you in my arms and not on your feet.”

Jungkook removed his shirt and shortly his pants followed behind. He lets you take in his body. Your jaw slacked open. He had a murderous figure. His chest was big and his abs were defined. What made your pussy throb like a bitch was his right arm which was adorned with tattoos. You knew about the hand tattoos but you never knew about the arm. He was full of surprises.

His thighs were big and stiff. You knew it. Every time he made you sit on his lap, you knew they had their own glory and you wanted to ride it anytime.

It looked like God himself— no, the Devil himself carved this man. There was no way that God would create something this sinful.

“Like what you see, Princess?” if you knew his voice could go any deeper, you would have controlled yourself better. But you let out a loud moan just by hearing his voice while shamelessly looking at his body. The outline of his humongous cock didn't go unnoticed.

“Oh my God,” you shakily whispered.

Jungkook didn't wait any longer, his patience was already running low. His fingers played with the hem of your blouse, waiting for you to give him the green light.

It took a shy smile and a nod from you for him to go wild. He removed your shirt and captured your lips between his. Your tongues fought for dominance.

The bra was next to go. Your sensitive nipples hardened as the cool air touched them.

Then his eyes fell on that little tattoo that made him untamed. That little peach above your hip teased him. “That is going to kill me someday, baby,” he grunted.

Jungkook cupped your tits and kissed his way to them. He pushed you down on the table and lapped on your left nipple. His left hand cupped your other tit and his right hand fondled with your pants button.

He opened it and slid his hand in your panties. His fingers touched your leaking pussy and slid lower to your hole. He brought his wet fingers to your clit and rubbed it slowly making you moan out his name.

He chuckled darkly, “Look at you, all wet for me,” he teasingly bit your nipple as his eyes were fixed on your face. He loved how your face scrunched up with pleasure.

He took the other nipple in his mouth and repeated the assault on them. Slowly, he kissed down your sternum. His warm lips hovered above your tattoo and then he kissed it. You thrashed under him as he kept licking and sucking the spot. He was satisfied when the pastel colours of your tattoo had a deep red and purple hue around it.

He waited for this, to see your face while the tremors of pleasure ran through your body. None of your lives could compete with the real thing that you had. And Jungkook worshipped it.

He pinched your clit and made your back arch, pushing your breast more into his hungry mouth. He loved how your body reacted to his touches. And the forbidden nature of the relationship made him hornier.

It was so wrong yet so right.

“This needs to go, baby,” he rasped. His hands impatiently removed your pants along with your panties. “Fuck,” he grunted.

No, seriously… the real thing could never match the screen.

Jungkook took a seat and pulled you closer by your legs. He dropped your legs on his shoulder, kissing his way up to your pussy. Your legs trembled around his head as he got closer.

Supporting yourself up with your elbows, you looked into his mischievous eyes. You had never seen such a look in his eyes. Your heart felt glad that it was that way. Not in a million years, you wanted him to give this look to someone else.

He teased your pussy by giving light kisses on your folds. But he gave in as you started to whine. The moment you felt his hot lips pressed onto your pussy, your eyes rolled back as you fell back. His lips wrapped around your throbbing clit and sucked it.

Your nails scratched the wooden table as his tongue played with you. He lapped your dripping hole and moaned as your sweet taste coated his mouth.

The vibrations of his moans made your legs wrap around his head harder but he slapped them away. “Be a good little kitten for me, baby.”

“Please,” you moaned.

“Please what?” he bit your clit.

“Please, sir.”

“Oh, fuck!” he grunted as he found out his new kink. His cock got harder, which surprised him. “What do you want, Princess? Tell me, baby. Tell your professor what your needy cunt wants.”

Another wave of sinful shocks travelled your belly as he talked dirty making you cry out in bliss, “Your fingers! Please, sir!”

He smirked at you and licked your clit just as he pushed two of his fingers in your cunt. Your brows scrunched up and your mouth fell open.

His long, thick fingers filled you up. They moved along with the rhythm of his tongue and did come hither motion, teasing your g-spot.

His fingers picked up the pace and fucked you. He could feel your climax coming closer as your pussy throbbed around his fingers. He didn't stop and soon enough, your back arched, your mouth opened in a silent scream, and came all over his fingers.

Jungkook almost came in his boxers when your needy cunt squirted all over him. He didn't stop sucking on your clit and plunged his fingers until he got everything you had for him.

He removed his fingers and looked into your eyes as he licked his fingers clean. He bent over you with his arms next to your head, “You taste so fucking sweet, Princess. So fucking pretty.”

You pulled him in and smashed your lips against his lips and tasted yourself. “You know, that day on live, it was my first time squirting and I was thinking about you doing exactly this.”

“Baby, you are going to fucking kill me,” he said as he cock twitched and begged to be released. He made a quick move in discarding his boxers and freed his cock as it smacked against your pussy.

You pulled apart and looked down at his angry, throbbing cock. Your eyes bulged out at the length and the girth of it. His cock was bigger and fatter than any of your little toys. You weren't sure if he was going to fit.

“I don't think that will fit in,” you whispered, still glancing at his monstrosity.

He chuckled darkly and pecked your lips, “Baby, my dick was made to serve your pretty little cunt,” he hummed in your ear as his hand slid his cock on your slit, making it slicker with your cum. “So, your cunt will take,” he aligned his cock with your hole, “this,” he pushed his angry head in, “fucking,” your eyes rolled as his cock practically ripped your insides, “dick,” he shoved it to the hilt.

His breath came out in pants. He kissed your lips as you got used to his size. “So fucking warm and tight,” he mumbled against your lips. “It’s all mine… all mine.”

“More,” you gasped. “Fuck me like I’m your slut!”

Jungkook smirked as his cock twitched in your cunt. He slowly pulled out a few inches and shoved his cock back, making you moan. His veiny cock rubbed your walls perfectly and the curve of his cock made his hot head caress your G-spot.

It was an overwhelming feeling but in a good way.

Slowly he picked up his pace and fucked you. His right hand went between your body and rubbed your clit. “Oh my God!” you moaned.

He looked between your bodies where you were sucking him in. His cock twitched seeing how your pussy was all spread open around his cock. The velvety warm walls of your cunt made it harder for him to stay sane. He was trembling just like you.

“So perfect for me, baby. So perfect,” he whispered as he kissed your neck. “I’m gonna fuck you do good. I'm gonna fuck my pretty little slut so good that she forgets everything but me.”

“Jungkook!” your moan turned into a gasp when you felt a sting on your ass cheek. Jungkook rubbed the area where he had just spanked you. He looked you in the eye with a murderous glare. He stopped his thrusts.

“What do you say, slut?” he growled. “I think you are asking for a punishment. Hm?” you screamed when his heavy hand landed on your sensitive clit.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you whimpered as another hard blow landed on your other asscheek. Your pussy clenched around his cock. He loved it. He loved how you took everything he gave you. Such a pretty little slut for him.

“You like being spanked, don't you?” His thrusts were slow and hard. Your tits jiggled with each stroke. “Look at you, your cunt is practically suffocating me.”

You cried, “Please, sir. I'll be a good girl. Please, harder.”

He leaned in, shoved his tongue down your throat and pushed your legs up. He picked up an animalistic pace and fucked you to oblivion. The sound of skin slapping got louder. His balls slapped your ass.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered.

Like an obedient little slut, you opened your mouth and slipped your tongue out. He collected the spit in his mouth and spat on your tongue. “Swallow,” he moaned as you clenched so badly around his shaft. You swallowed his spit and showed him your mouth. “Good Girl.”

He wrapped his free hand around your neck and squeezed it just enough for you to breathe properly but tight enough to make your pussy throb like a bitch.

“Such a perfect little slut for me,” he grunted. “So fucking kinky and dirty. Just as I love it,” he pinched your clit.

“Only for you!” you gasped.

“Yes, baby. Only for me. I'm never gonna let you go. Do whatever you want, pretty. Do as many lives as you want but only I can touch and fuck this pussy. Only mine,” he bit your lips.

Jungkook could feel you throb around his cock, telling him that you were close. “So close,” you whimpered against his mouth.

“Cum, Princess. Cum for Daddy,” your legs trembled and your back arched as let you cum all over his cock and helped your ride through it.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” you screamed.

Jungkook held your legs and fucked you ruthlessly as he chased his own high. He could feel your cum coating his cock. His head felt light as he finally came inside your pussy.

His hot cum filled your pussy to the brim. You felt a small wave of orgasm hit you as he came.

He panted and hugged you closer. His head rested on your chest and listened to your running heartbeat. He loved it. He loved feeling you all naked on his desk. Your hands found their home in his hair as they caressed his scalp. “Baby, are you alright?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you panted. You took in the closeness and appreciated every moment with him.

After a moment, Jungkook pulled and looked at your pussy leaking your and his mixed cum. If it were someone else, the thought would never have crossed his mind but looking at your pussy, he wanted to eat it clean. It looked so delicious and creamy. It was as if she was inviting him and taunting him. He needed to eat you.

So he did that.

He sat on his chair and pulled you closer to him and without a warning, he licked your sensitive pussy from your hole to the clit.

You whimpered as he overstimulated your pussy. “Too sensitive.”

“Give me one more, Baby. Just one more. I know you can,” he said and shoved his tongue into your hot cunt and ate till you came on his tongue once again.

You were a trembling mess. You could still feel his cock in your stomach as he got up to clean you. When he gently wiped your pussy with a wet tissue, you flinched but he rubbed his free hand on your side, down to your leg, soothing you and getting you through this.

You looked at his face which was glowing and had an admirable smile on his pretty face. His cheeks and ears were red. He looked at you with stars in his eyes and felt like crying.

Nobody had ever looked at you the way he did. But again, nobody was Jungkook but him.

“Let's go to my place, yeah? I don't want to leave without you. I need you to be closer to me. We can cuddle, watch movies, have dinner, and do anything you want, okay?” he said as he cleaned his softening cock and got dressed up.

You thought for a moment, “Okay…” you didn't want to be alone either. You craved his touch and warmth. This was your first time, it only made you want him more.

“Let's get you dressed up as well,” he smiled.

Jungkook held your hands and helped you off the table but your trembling legs gave up. He caught you and hugged you against his chest. You looked up with your mouth open as you felt sore. He gave you a knowing smirk.

To say the least, he ended up carrying you out of the university to his car.

…

“Oh my God!” you sulked in the corner of the couch as you curled into a ball. “Someone could have walked in!”

It was amusing for Jungkook to watch you just realize that you two had sex in his office at the University. He wondered how only now you registered it and not before while he was buried in your pussy.

“I had my door locked, sweety. Don't worry,” he chuckled as stood by the dining table, mixing the chocolate cake batter.

“Some could have knocked or worse,” you looked up at him with eyes wide open and your expression morphed into horror, “heard us!”

He left the bowl on the dining table and sat beside you, pulling you on his lap. He cupped your pouting face and kissed your lips softly. “Nothing happened, right? So don't worry, my love. Come help me bake the cake and then we will have dinner.”

You hummed and pecked his lips. “Okay, Mr Jeon.”

“Jungkook. It's Jungkook for you, Princess… or Daddy. The choice is yours,” he winked, making you laugh.

Later that night, Jungkook kissed every inch of you. He started from your forehead to your toes. He loved the idea of having you in his bed. He lent you his shirt that was too big for your frame. You wore nothing else under that shirt. He fanboyed over you and worshipped you.

“You look effortlessly beautiful,” he mumbled as he kissed your jaw. “You have me wrapped around your pinky finger in just a couple of weeks, hm.”

You giggled as you rubbed your hand along his tattooed arm. “I never knew you had tattoos.”

Jungkook laid beside you and in his arms and looked at his right arm. “I never show them in the University. When I had recently joined, everyone used to stare. It was a distraction so I started wearing full sleeves.”

“Of course, they will be distracted. And now I will, too! Now whenever I'm going to see you, I will see what's beneath your clothes,” you said.

Jungkook smirked, “Yeah? You will imagine me naked in the class now?” he teased. “I’m your Professor, Princess. Have some shame.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Where was your shame when you ripped my pussy with that sinful thing you call your dick?”

His chest rumbled with a laugh, making you smile. “Touché… I can't really complain, can I? I'll be seeing you naked, too,” he kissed your lips tenderly. “You fucked me up, Princess. I thought it was just lust for MissPeach but fuck, I would be lying if I didn't say I feel more than that and feel like protecting you from everything… Thank you for giving me a chance, love. I'll make sure that you are happy from now on. I'll take care of you from now on.”

“But—”

“Shh,” his finger on your lips shut you up. “I know that it is too soon but please move in here with me, yeah? You don't have to worry about the rent, I own this place. I don't feel good about letting you live alone. It is too soon but you can try, please. As I said before, you can stream as much as you want and support your parents. But let me take care of you. It hurts me to see you tired and not taken care of. So, let me do it. And if someone suspects something. Just say that I rent you a room in the apartment and if they still have any issues, bring them to me and don't hide if someone is rude to my pretty girl, okay?”

“I don't deserve your kindness, Jungkook,” you smiled with watery eyes. “But I'll be selfish for once and take it.”

He smiled and kissed you again. “That's my good girl,” he whispered and turned you around.

Your back was plastered with his warm chest. His arm circled your body and his hand pathed its way between your legs. He cupped your pussy and shoved his two fingers in. His other hand slid under your shirt and groped your breast.

You gasped, “what…?”

Jungkook kissed your shoulder, “you will sleep better. And I get to be closer to you,” he whispered. “Now sleep, Princess.”

You bit your lip and melted in his chest. Your insides exploded with giddiness. It did indeed feel good to have his fingers in your pussy as you fell asleep.

It was the best night ever.

“You deserve all the kindness in the world, Baby.”

…

Epilogue.

12 years later.

The heel of your red bottoms tapped on the floor as you walked down the corridor and you reached your apartment door.

You weren't supposed to go but there was an emergency at the hospital where you were an Oncologist. Luckily, everything was under control and you got to leave sooner. But it was still late.

You entered the passcode and opened the door. However, you were left surprised.

The lights were off but the living room was blooming with candle lights. The floor was covered with roses. There was a lingering scent of your favourite candle along with the mouth-watering aroma of the food.

You walked in and saw Jungkook standing in the middle of the living room. His face was glowing with a perfect toothy smile. “Happy 10th anniversary, Princess.”

You dropped your bag and ran into his arms. He chuckled as you jumped on him. He caught you, spinning you around. Yours and his giggles filled the happy place.

“Happy anniversary to you too, love,” you whispered in his ear. “You didn't have to do any of this.”

“But I wanted to,” he smiled. “Did I tell you that you are gorgeous?”

“About billions of times,” you giggled.

“Ah, still not enough,” he kissed your lips with passion. “I need to tell you that even more.”

“You will go crazy,” you cupped his face.

“I went crazy the day I actually looked at you, Baby,” his nose touched yours. “I love being crazy for you. I love being crazy in love with you. The day you let me have you was the day you made me go insane. I still cry thinking about how the fuck I got so lucky to have you. You are so intelligent, smart, and strong. You did everything for your parents and I don't know how I got you but it's all I ever wanted. Being in love with you makes me realize how addicting you are. All I want is you for me to settle my cravings.

A shy smile tugged at your lips as your eyes watered. “I love you so much, Jungkook. I have no words for it.”

“I see it, Love. I know it,” he hugged you tightly. “Come on, dinner is getting cold.”

In these years, you have come so far. You were no longer a streamer but a well-known Oncologist.

You worked hard towards your dreams and Jungkook stood by your side and supported you. You had nothing to worry about because he was there. Everything fell into one place.

Your father got operated on. Things turned out to be better. He was recovering. But he was fine. When you were settled enough, you asked them to come here. They did. It was the best feeling ever.

Through physical therapy, your father was able to move his body and showed a huge difference in a small amount of time. However, he was still suggested to keep the wheelchair around outside. He was weaker but better.

They were living at the apartment where you lived with Jungkook in University. Along with them, Jungkook’s parents moved into that apartment to help them around. It was fun to have them around, all four of them. They formed a perfect bond in a blink of an eye.

You both bought a new apartment when you found out about your pregnancy four years ago. Jungkook was over the moon and stuck by you like a monkey. He took care of you and the baby.

Two years later you gave birth to another baby. It was a complete family and nothing else was needed.

Jungkook always wanted two kids, a girl and a boy. Now that you had them, he was satisfied with his life. He bragged about you and the babies to everyone. Even at University, he would show baby videos to all of his colleagues.

He proposed to you for marriage right after you completed your degree. He was excited to make you his. He spent hours planning for the wedding that you both wanted.

Everybody teased you about how crazy he was for you.

In the beginning, everyone was disgusted and unaccepting of your relationship. However, everything settled when they saw how genuine you two were. It was as if you two couldn't breathe without each other.

When you became a Doctor, Jungkook cried happy tears and told you how proud he was and that he knew you were going to do big things in life.

That night he showed you so much love.

“Where are Seol and Jae?” you asked about your kids.

“I dropped them at our parents’. I wanted to have you all by myself. In the end, it is our anniversary,” he winked at you with a devilish look on his face.

“Is that so?” you smirked.

“After dinner, be a good girl and go into our room… naked and ass up for me,” his hand grabbed your ass and squeezed it as you looked at him with a slutty look.

“Yes, sir.”

…..

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Have a nice day/night💓

[agirlwithglam]

how to develop self love and confidence

— a step by step guide by yours truly ♥

disclaimer!! for some people it can take a lot longer to love themselves than others, so don't be discouraged if it takes a bit longer. just remember that no matter what you think, you ARE WORTHY OF LOVE.

step 1: identifying the root cause

first you need to find WHY you dont love yourself. it usually comes down to these main reasons:

society

your looks

comparison

your abilities

childhood trauma

your current situations

it can be just one or more than one, and sometimes it may not be as simple as "my looks", sometimes you may have to dig deeper.

for me, it was because i thought i was "ugly"

step 2: once you know the WHY, research about the topic and try and solve it.

here ive broken down the 6 reasons to help you a bit: (but remember that this is just a small break down, if you want you can research more about the topic & try to battle it)

society: society has tricked us into believing that loving yourself is considered 'vain' or 'narcissistic'. let me tell you right now that THAT IS NOT TRUE. loving yourself is a basic necessity that everyone should have!!

your looks: this is something i struggled with for a loong time. remember that beauty is subjective!! bob could think that travis looks 'average' but Leo could think that travis looks absolutely gorgeous!! ☆ so how did i overcome this? i actually 'glowed up'. bc the main thing i didnt like was face- my teeth to be specific. so once i got braces, my teeth aligned and i started looking so much better. ☆ other struggles: ↴ for you if it may be acne, then you could start trying to take care of your skin better. or if its body image then if you reeeeally dont like it then literally just start working out. if you have the option to yet you still dont then dont complain. but remember that ALL BODIES ARE PERFECT. ★ another thing that helped me a lot was affirmations! i listened to a bunch of affirmations -> i used this video by thewizardliz and it did wonders! (you can also search up on yt self-love/ beauty affirmations)

comparison: for most people comparison comes from social media right? the simple solution to this would be unfollow accounts that dont serve you, or delete/ set a time limit on the social media platform "but what if i compare myself to people i meet in real life?" well we can't exactly unfollow or delete these people but what we can do is turn that jealousy (yes, jealousy) into inspiration! be inspired by the people with greater lives and use that to pull yourself forward! ☆ a quote that i read once (that may or may not help you) : "do not compare your chapter 1 to someone else's chapter 50." you never know what the other person has gone through or is going through that got them to this point!

your abilities: okay theres not much i can say here except that you can learn almost everything online nowadays. stop complaining and get off your lazy butt to prove to yourself just how much potential you have! (but don't beat yourself up for being a lazy butt, im one as well) here is a link to a TON of stuff you can learn online!

childhood trauma: this is a bit of a more delicate subject which i do not know a lot on, my best suggestion would be to just go to therapy (or use an online therapy app- betterhelp). - watching thewizardliz may help as well as she might know more about the topic.

your current situation: whether its trouble with friends, at school, at work, or with family i promise you that these things do not last forever. humans were not put on earth to be unhappy and miserable! (whats the point in that?) my advice is to learn more about the topic (for ex i was struggling with being left out w friends for a while and it did hurt a bit) and see what you can do to fix it or at least make the best out of it. + another reminder that you can use the law of assumption- in basic words the law states that whatever you desire, you have. all you need to do is accept that. heres a quote i read: "if you dont like where you are,, then move. you aint a tree." this is literally YOUR life. RESPECT yourself and dont let people treat you bad because that is disrespecting yourself!

step 3: focus on yourself!!

my favourite step!!

this is your sign to stop focussing on others' lives and start focussing on your own.

when you start to focus on yourself, up level yourself and try to become your best version of yourself, you actually end up falling in love with that version of yourself, and your current version!

ask yourself: is there even something to love?

ask yourself: would you want to date or be friends with someone like you? think actually deep about this; if your answer is no, then that obviously means that there is some work to do.

if you're constantly negative and complaining and rude all the time, trust me, literally no ones gonna want to hang out with you. and then you'll adopt that 'victim mindset' of "nobody likes me and i suck". instead of doing that, why dont you try to just suck a bit less? there isn't any pressure on you to become amazing the next day, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't try.

small things/habits to start:

gratitude

hydration

exercising

journalling

meditation

eating healthy

developing a skill

get enough sleep

take cold showers

taking care of your skin

invest in your appearance

focussing on school/ your grades

go outside! go for walks, be in nature!

changing what you consume (resources below)

some resources that helped me SO MUCH:

♡ thewizardliz

♡ tam kaur

♡ persephone's mind

and meditation! its so extremely underated but SO VALUABLE.

xoxo, vanilla

[mask-of-prime]

TLG: Final 10 Episodes Sketch Dump

September 2nd once again fell on a Labor Day, like it once did when the final 10 episodes of TLG dropped on WatchTLG (due to its early release on the old DisneyNOW app). The alignment of the exact day, month, and holiday five years later put me in the spirit to sketch away as I rewatched these episodes.

I was there when the countdown on the WatchTLG site had about an hour left. I hadn't seen a full episode of TLG until that point because I at the time thought I wouldn't be into it. I saw the synopses for these episodes leaked somewhere online and was doubtful yet VERY hopeful that the one with Vitani's Lion Guard was going to be a real episode simply because I wanted to see her in new content, regardless of my familiarity with the show.

When I binge-watched these final episodes with a friend, my relationship with the show improved as I went to watch the rest of the show over the next few months. I was so grateful to see so much content and worldbuilding for the TLK universe

Sketch descriptions under the cut:

1. Friends to the End

I've said this before in a review of this episode, but whether or not the writers intended this, their portrayal of irritability brought on by an anxiety attack is astounding. Kion's anxiety is piled up more and more when he's in a hurry to find a cure at the Tree of Life, Bunga repeatedly tells him he's becoming like Scar, and the rest of the group just "blind leading the blind"-in their journey SO badly because they're a bunch of unsupervised freshman-aged kids who are in their "Well I wouldn't go THAT far" or "Can I be the devil's advocate" phase.

This situation of fearing becoming like a shitty family member and being told you are by people when you're already in a vulnerable state is just SO vile and unfortunately so real. I found myself relating hard to this episode due to Kion's valid af anger in this episode, which is why I had to draw Kion claiming his "Don't you just wanna go apeshit??" era.

Kion is basically me throughout this episode and the entire first half of Season 3. It is SO HARD to get through this season sometimes when these same couple of lines keep coming at least once per episode. As soon as I hear Fuli saying "Uhh... Kion?" or "KION!!" I know exactly what's coming.

2. The Tree of Life:

Since we never get to see Sahasi and Ananda's color palettes they had in life, I took what I could make out from their spirit forms as well as some creative liberties, and came up with what they may have looked like on Earth.

Ananda is where Baliyo gets his freckles and dull, dark pelt, and where Rani gets her purple pupils, red nose, and dark tail. Sahasi is where Rani gets her richer pelt and where Baliyo gets his nose gradient, multicolored mane, and lighter tail color.

Fun Fact: According to some email responses from a member of the team who worked on TLG, they said that Sahasi was meant to be Janna's son, which for me, puts an end to a debate I had in my head where I was stuck between either him or Ananda being Janna's child: On one hand, I liked the idea of Sahasi and Surak being the foils of Mufasa and Scar, but also liked the idea of Ananda as Janna's daughter and heir since they looked so alike, as well as it solidifying the martriarchy headcanon I have for the Night Pride. Though the team member didn't straight-up provide Sahasi's relation to Janna and Surak as an absolute fact, rather it was simply the gist they got from the creation of Sahasi's character, it's an answer from a team member at all, which I can absolutely settle with. I decided to give him a similar fur color to Surak because of that.

3. The River of Patience:

I just HAD to doodle eepy Kion. It's like the one part of this episode that sticks with me outside the wholesome therapy dynamics and Kion heroically holding the flower between his teeth. This is basically him but if he fully succumbed to falling asleep waiting for the log.

4. Little Old Ginterbong:

Can I just say that I fucking LOVE Mama Binturong's character?? She's absolutely insane and constantly looks like an addict that needs her fix. She makes me nostalgic for some reason, and I think it's gotta do with her Mama Gunda vibes (which is odd because I wasn't even that young when I saw Tarzan II). I had to draw her doing the thing lol

5. Poa the Destroyer:

All I could think about throughout this episode besides the rare Evil Beshte is how insufferable Pinguino is. I mean it in kind of a good way, his personality is so ridiculous that he's made me laugh a few times.

6. Long Live the Queen:

Surprisingly, the sketch regarding this episode is probably the least expected subject matter out of anything I could've put here: An idea that's been forming in my head for a bit now was the idea of Bunga and Binga continuing the fostering/babysitting business of Bunga's "uncles". Bunga is shown to be a natural with young animals in a few episodes, and it continues in the subplot of this episode where he watches over Varya's cubs.

7. The Lake of Reflection:

The one thing that viscerally stuck with me in this episode was the unbelievably cute design they gave bby Cheezi. Had to sketch him.

8. Triumph of the Roar:

Obligatory Askari sketch because I actually love drawing him and making headcanons of his era. Looking back... he kinda looks like he's looking down at the events of the bottom drawing in slight disappointment.

9. Journey to the Pride Lands:

Drew Azaad (for what I think might be the first time) with the only thing he seemed to be doing throughout this episode -- taking any opportunity he can to comment about how much better cheetahs are at basically everything. He's fun to draw and I'd like to do more art of him one day.

10. Return to the Pride Lands

This is a sketch of what I deadass thought was gonna happen during this scene the first time I saw this episode lmao. At the time, the previous two episodes were fresh on my mind so I thought Kion was once again going to spam his tornado ability, but with Vitani as his subject for his demonstration. She already knew so little of the Roar as it was, given her absence throughout most of TLG's storyline, but could you imagine what she must've been thinking seeing how much Kion's Roar evolved?

[nothlits]

Mutual Aid Request 🥲

I hate to do this, especially since I am no one and I do not create content or really provide anything in any online space anymore, but I don't know really what else to do and I have a very small support network irl.

The short of it is: I need $3,400 worth of dental work and I risk jaw infections and other equally horrible things if I can't get all of this done in a timely manner.

The long of it is: After suffering a prolonged mental breakdown, I'm unemployed and in college full time for an environmental science BS specializing in biology. School takes up quite literally all of my time because it is so intensive. My fiance supports both of us but just barely and we are very low income. I don't have dental insurance.

My credit card is nearly maxed from medical expenses, gas, groceries, things for my pets, and other living expenses since I don't have income and try to pay for what I can so I don't pile things on my fiance. I do have $500 in care credit available I plan to use and my grandparents have graciously offered to help me pay that back once payments start.

I am type 2 diabetic so I'm also immunocompromised and at higher risk of infection complications.

I am already missing 4 teeth due to prior extractions and now two of my wisdom teeth are sideways and one of those is broken at the gumline, causing extreme pain and infection. I've already taken a round of antibiotics I had to shell out $140 for at a minute clinic and have to urgently get the broken wisdom tooth and the molar next to it extracted (today, 10/5) for $550 to stop infection spread and pain.

The rest of the $3,400 cost is other extractions, fillings, one crown, bone grafts for my jaw, deep cleaning, and because I will be missing so many teeth, partial dentures to maintain bite alignment and the ability to eat normally.

This price is on the lowest sliding scale schedule at a low income clinic and I was originally quoted double this before I proved I have no income. So this is the lowest price and most financial assistance they can give me.

I don't like being this vulnerable online about my life or health and I don't expect this to pick up much traction, but I'm at somewhat of a loss of what else to do.

Sharing is extremely appreciated. Take care of yourselves and each other.

Cashapp - izzykh1

Venmo - izzykh

🩷 Current progress: 1097/3400 (includes the 500 I have credit for)

[taylortruther]

I definitely have a general understanding that most/all celebs, especially ones who have spent an inordinate amount of time in the public eye have likely gotten procedures, invasive or not done. I have no illusions that celebrities are naturally beautiful. Like aside from plastic surgery, they get their teeth fixed, their brows done, skin/hair treatments, etc. I just really hate how specific and invasive a lot of talk about surgeries is.

Especially those videos dissecting *every* procedure a celeb has gotten done. A lot of people defend those on the basis that transparency is good for normal people to not think it's natural, but I don't think we need to constantly analyze people's faces and bodies to recognize that what makes them look beautiful and me look normal is money!

Idk, the way that online pop culture spaces talk about beauty and aging in general bothers me. Like so we are all supposedly progressive and believe that beauty and youthfulness don't mean goodness and that someone is more deserving of whatever, but most people do not act that way. There's a kind of enjoyment that comes with "calling out" cosmetic surgery, but a reinforcement of the norms and standards that lead to them.

I wish I could post this 100 times because AGREED WHOLEHEARTEDLY. There is absolutely an obsession with shaming: For visibly aging, for getting surgery, for not openly saying you got surgery. There is a very pervasive believe IMO that the only good beauty is natural beauty but if that beauty doesn't align with very narrow beauty standards then you should fix it surgically and then pay your dues (acknowledge that you succumbed.) And this all revolves around the idea that physical beauty - which, again, is limited by very narrow racist and classist beauty standards - is essential for respect, success, etc.

[hausofsunflowersexplores]

Welcome to Your Daily Spiritual Practice Journey

Hey fam! Whether you're new to spirituality or looking to deepen your practice, incorporating daily spiritual habits can profoundly impact your life. This guide covers a range of practices to help you connect with your inner self, find peace, and nurture your spiritual growth. Let's dive in!

Start Your Day with Intention

Set Daily Intentions

Begin each day by setting a clear intention. This practice helps focus your mind and align your actions with your spiritual goals. Take a few minutes each morning to sit quietly, breathe deeply, and state your intention for the day. This could be something like, "Today, I will practice patience," or "I will be open to new experiences."

Mindful Morning Routine

Incorporate Mindfulness

Turn your morning routine into a mindful ritual. Whether you're brushing your teeth, making breakfast, or commuting, bring your full attention to the present moment. Notice the sensations, smells, sounds, and feelings of each activity. This simple practice can set a peaceful tone for the rest of your day.

Meditation

Find Your Peace

Meditation is a cornerstone of spiritual practice. It helps calm the mind, reduce stress, and increase self-awareness. Start with just 5-10 minutes a day, gradually increasing the time as you get more comfortable. There are various meditation techniques you can explore, such as:

Breath Focus: Concentrate on your breathing, noting each inhale and exhale.

Guided Meditation: Use apps or online videos to guide you through a meditation session.

Mantra Meditation: Repeat a calming word or phrase to help focus your mind.

Body Scan: Bring awareness to different parts of your body, releasing tension as you go.

Gratitude Practice

Cultivate an Attitude of Gratitude

Gratitude shifts your focus from what's lacking to the abundance in your life. Start a gratitude journal and write down three things you're grateful for each day. These can be simple things like a delicious meal, a kind word from a friend, or a moment of beauty in nature. Over time, this practice can help foster a more positive outlook on life.

Affirmations

Empower Your Mind

Affirmations are positive statements that help rewire your brain for success and positivity. Choose a few affirmations that resonate with you and repeat them daily. Examples include:

"I am worthy of love and happiness."

"I trust the journey of my life."

"I am strong, capable, and resilient."

Say them aloud, write them down, or meditate on them to reinforce their message.

Connecting with Nature

Embrace the Outdoors

Nature has a grounding and calming effect on the soul. Make it a point to spend some time outdoors each day, even if it's just a short walk. Notice the sights, sounds, and smells around you. Connecting with nature can help you feel more centered and connected to the world around you.

Journaling

Reflect and Grow

Journaling is a powerful tool for self-reflection and spiritual growth. Set aside time each day to write about your thoughts, feelings, and experiences. This can help you process emotions, gain insights, and track your progress. You can also use your journal to record dreams, set goals, and plan your spiritual practices.

Prayer and Contemplation

Seek Spiritual Connection

Prayer can be a way to connect with a higher power, express gratitude, seek guidance, or find comfort. Whether you follow a specific religious tradition or have a personal spiritual practice, taking time for prayer or contemplation can bring a sense of peace and connection. Find a quiet space, close your eyes, and speak or think your prayers.

Mindful Eating

Nourish Your Body and Soul

Turn your meals into a spiritual practice by eating mindfully. Pay attention to the colors, textures, and flavors of your food. Eat slowly, savoring each bite, and expressing gratitude for the nourishment it provides. This practice can enhance your relationship with food and promote a deeper sense of appreciation for your body.

Acts of Kindness

Spread Love and Compassion

Engaging in acts of kindness is a beautiful way to live out your spiritual values. Look for opportunities to help others, whether it's through volunteering, supporting a friend, or simply offering a smile to a stranger. Small acts of kindness can have a big impact on both the giver and receiver, fostering a sense of connection and compassion.

Evening Reflection

End Your Day with Peace

Before bed, take a few minutes to reflect on your day. Think about what went well, what challenges you faced, and what you learned. This practice can help you let go of the day's stress and go to bed with a clear and peaceful mind. You can also use this time to review your intentions and set new ones for the next day.

Daily Spiritual Practices in Action

Incorporating these practices into your daily routine doesn't have to be overwhelming. Start with one or two that resonate with you and gradually add more as you feel comfortable. The key is consistency—regular practice will help you cultivate a deeper sense of peace, purpose, and connection.

Final Thoughts

Daily spiritual practices are about more than just routines—they're about creating moments of connection, reflection, and growth. By integrating these habits into your life, you can nurture your spiritual journey and enhance your overall well-being. Remember, this is your journey—embrace it with an open heart and mind.

FAQs

What are daily spiritual practices? Daily spiritual practices are routines and habits that help you connect with your inner self, find peace, and nurture your spiritual growth. They can include meditation, prayer, journaling, and more.

How do I start incorporating spiritual practices into my daily routine? Start by choosing one or two practices that resonate with you, such as setting daily intentions or meditation. Gradually add more practices as you become comfortable. Consistency is key.

Why is setting an intention important? Setting an intention helps focus your mind and align your actions with your spiritual goals. It provides a sense of direction and purpose for your day.

What are some examples of gratitude practices? Examples of gratitude practices include keeping a gratitude journal, writing down three things you're grateful for each day, or expressing gratitude during meditation or prayer.

How can nature enhance my spiritual practice? Spending time in nature can have a grounding and calming effect, helping you feel more centered and connected to the world around you. It can also provide a space for reflection and mindfulness.

What is the benefit of mindful eating? Mindful eating enhances your relationship with food by encouraging you to pay attention to the colors, textures, and flavors of your meals. It promotes gratitude for the nourishment your food provides and helps you eat with intention.

[firespirited]

taken without flash then phone camera:

Fashionistas 206 Shani. Useless shoes, a few short strands and slightly wonky teeth (both now fixed) would be fine: She's got a well aligned, solid, well printed face and she can sit (not exactly graceful in that mini dress but still).

However, the vinyl mix used for her head freckles is grey-blue. This wouldn't be as unnerving if the body paint matched. Instead, we have a body with what looks like perfectly executed tan freckles with a head that's not only a paler skin tone but with much larger blue blotches that reads like mould or what pony collectors call smooze.

I think she's a very cute variation on the Shani so I'm going to attempt pin prick or toothbrush ultra fine freckles over the bare cheeks and chin.

Highly recommend buying in person so you can choose one with concentrations of blue "smudges" to your taste. I think she's amazing but also couldn't help but laugh at Mattel messing up the pigmentation of their vinyl mix (a dark brick colour would have made the blotches work even when they join up.) and still deciding to put out what appears to be a 25% chance of getting "mildew barbie" for online shoppers.

[unknowingaddiction]

What is an addiction, and how do I know if I have one?

Hello and welcome to a small part of something greater than myself, 

something I made for you. 

I’m 

glad you’re here. 

I imagine you read that, and never paused 

to let it sink in, 

you didn’t allow yourself to 

feel it. 

So let me help you, 

feel it. 

Unlike most people and organizations, concepts and ideals, 

I’ll give you another chance, in fact, I’ll  give you unlimited chances, unconditionally. 

Feel it. 

I’m

Glad

You’re

Here. 

But, I must ask, what brought you here? 

What compelled you to continue reading this post?

You’re either connected to someone who has/had an addiction, 

Or you are the one with an addiction. 

Perhaps you wonder,

Why the bluntness? I don’t know that I have an addiction, what a bold assumption from an online stranger. 

Bold I may be, in this moment, but I can wager there is some nagging tendril that visits you when you least expect it, tickling your mind coldly– in still moments where your thoughts become something nearly tangible. This tendril, this ghost that haunts you, it whispers that you are in the grips of something seemingly impossible to get out of. 

You’re in way too deep. 

In fact, I think you have become close to a professional at banishing your ghost. 

I’ve been haunted too, and I know that they don’t stay banished for long. Our unconscious and subconscious mind begs it, summons it to come back to save us from 

Ourselves. 

That’s my guess at least. So, you are one of two sides on the same coin– or chip, whichever you find connection in. 

Now that we’ve established that you’re trapped, hopelessly. 

I hope you allow me to show you how to create 

keys. 

One for you, 

One for me, 

(Because helping you helps me)

One for all the rest of us trapped in keyless cages. 

To make the key for your keyless cage, I have to first fashion one, to teach, to be an example; shaping its body with my words. 

Words of experience will shape the bow of our key, 

Words of strength will shape the blade, 

Hope will shape the shoulder, 

And your own experience, perspective, and individuality will shape the unique cut of the key’s “teeth”. 

Occasionally, I will provide you with scholarly, peer-reviewed research and my own counseling professional opinion which will become the tip. 

Now then, back to our first question, and the question that led you here and kept you here. 

Do I have an addiction, and what is addiction?

Are you ready for the answer? 

Probably not, 

And that’s okay. 

But I pray that you 

Read this anyway. 

You already know the answer. 

In fact, you’re the only one who holds the answer 

to the question 

you seek. 

Maybe it lies 

buried, 

lies behind denial and, 

lies behind so many secrets and justifications,

lies behind failed attempts that you would rather not see,

lies behind 

years of lies 

to yourself and others. 

So then, what can you actually expect from me since I didn’t answer your question. 

I’m not here to convince you that you have an addiction, I’m not here to provide you with proof that someone you know has an addiction. Rather, I am here to nonjudgmentally share with you everything I know so that you can form your own educated understanding of who you are and if who you are aligns with who you dreamt of being. I will provide data and research on addiction prevention, recovery maintenance, harm reduction, substance use disorders, and treatment. In addition, I will incorporate the perspectives and stories of those who encounter addiction, this includes individuals with substance use disorders, behavioral addictions, and friends and family members of those with addictions. I will attempt to include multicultural applications and will make a point to have continuous improvement in my own multicultural competence. 

Stick around and questions will be answered and research will be provided. 

Follow or subscribe, like, comment, and share. 

All of this 

I request 

as a gesture of sacred reciprocity, 

our energy exchanged.  

Ask questions and I will tell you all that I know or don’t know. 

But take heart that you’re not alone. 

If you made it this far, 

Take a small token 

Of gratitude 

From someone who is 

Glad 

You 

Are 

Here. 

Gebo,

You are 

becoming. 

[littleeyesofpallas]

It's kind of a shame that the SMT franchise has such a nonchalant approach to its own premise because the basic idea of someone boiling all religious/occult ritual down to a universal procedural formula and then unleashing it upong the world as freely accessibly software is such an AMAZING premise by itself. The potential to explore religious practice, comparative mythology, and early adopter and consumer electronics cultures is literally unmatched. But instead they keep getting lost in the weeds with random ass D&D alignments and Japanese high schoolers and shit, instead of digging their teeth into the effects of tech accessibility and global online culture(s) and the very real drama latent to the idea of kids being handed the product of generations worth of innovation with zero onboarding and then their parents and teachers and mentors having absolutely zero perspective or framework to either guide or assert dominance over them

[redheadbigshoes]

omg YES, "straight feminine girls who are dating" is EXACTLY what i was thinking about when writing that ask but didnt add cus i couldnt think of how to word it, that is LITERALLY what its so often like and its like pulling teeth to watch 😭

im also the only femme lesbian i know irl and whilst i am femme4butch, its really depressing for me because i so desperately wish to surround myself with other femme lesbians :( like it really goes to show. being in femme online spaces for a second you can see that vented struggle of femme4femmes and i get so goddamn frustrated when people who obviously have no care or clue about femmes decide that femme4femmes & femmes in gen are actually a super represented, privileged, and overabundant community because of being fetishised and tokenized out of our control. like in what universe are these people living in.

Whenever I think about the “femme rep” that is straight feminine girls that are dating I always remember of Cheryl and Tony from Riverdale 😂 I don’t think there’s any better example than that.

I really get you! I really want to meet other femme lesbians in real life, even if it’s only to be friends with them so we could share more our experiences. Especially considering from what I’ve seen, femmes usually take longer to figure out their identity and seem to be the ones who most struggle with comphet. My 2 lesbian friends (both butches) have always known they’re lesbians and I can’t really relate to that, sometimes it feels like I’m not a real lesbian or lesbian enough because I spent a long time thinking I liked men and people around me were so used by thinking I was attracted to men that I feel like sometimes they don’t believe I’m actually a lesbian.

It’s very sad how other queers almost treats us like we’re less queer because they think being fetishized is being more accepted and that being feminine (as a woman-aligned person) means we don’t suffer since people assume we’re straight.

We try to create our own online safe spaces since it’s hard to find each other irl and people don’t even respect that.

[nimbasa-librarian]

Second Time’s The Charm

Emmet would verrrrrrry reluctantly admit that his first impression on his brother’s new friend had not been…. Great. 

He’d come into the meeting with perhaps a bit too much energy, having just had a very, very intense battle with the champion of Johto that he’d managed to win by the skin of his teeth. Not really a mood to meet people in. 

And she had looked understandably uncomfortable, her neutral expression giving away to an unhappy one, and Emmet realized that he’d messed up.

“... I am Emmet. She did not like me very much” He’d told his brother when they got home

“You did come on a bit strong” Ingo commented “But worry not. You will get another try” 

Emmet supposed that he would, but a part of him did not want to wait until thier schedules aligned once again. 

So he decided to look her up on the internet. 

The first thing that came up was a news report from the year prior - he recalled it, distantly, it had been sent in the Battle Bosses Newsletter, but he hadn’t found time to read it. 

No time like the present!

NIMBASA CITY WELCOMES NEWEST MASTER LIBRARIAN AND BATTLE BOSS

Galarian Native Anya Ambermight takes over as the first immigrant to run a battle challenge in Nimbasa city

Well, that was an interesting place to start. 

The article was a bit broad - Anya declining an interview, but going into her background and some first impressions from trainers

The reactions seemed… politely mixed. 

But! No one won against her - even the champion, who made her way to the challenge to “inaugurate it” had lost. Now that was interesting. 

To the XTrans!

It took a few messages to ensure he could get through, but after a second, he was connected to Iris. 

“Emmet! Hi!” 

“I am Emmet! Hello Iris! Thank you for taking the time to speak with me!” 

“No problem! You had questions about The Library Challenge?” 

“Indeed! Most descriptions online and in forums are oddly vague. Could you perhaps explain it to me?” 

“Sure!” 

Emmet listened carefully as Iris explained that once you’ve challenged the Master Librarian, you join her in an area right there in the back of the library, across the way from the archives. Above the arena is a circular device that flows a soft yellow

“It’s a sound detector! It turns color when it gets too loud, and that's the key to the challenge!” Iris explained “Once the battle starts, you have to keep an eye on it. It’ll go from yellow to orange, and if it turns red, you’re too loud, and you automatically lose!” 

“Won’t the Master librarian also be at risk of triggering it?” 

“Oh no, not at all. She didn’t make a single sound, and neither did her Pokemon! It was kind of crazy. I beat the other Master Librarian, but I wasn’t able to beat her! I won’t spoil how she’s so quiet, but she's super clever!” 

Ooh, Emmet was intrigued now. 

A little more conversation with Iris, and he felt like he was prepared enough. 

“INGO!” 

“Yes Emmet?” 

“I wish to try something new on our day off this week!!”

Ingo turned his head “And what is that?” 

“I want to do the Nimbasa City Public Library Battle Challenge!” 

Ingo tilted his head “Oh?” 

He nodded “I want to see just how good of a battler your new friend is!” 

Ingo gave his brother an interested expression. “I am curious too… very well! I shall adjust our schedule!” 

“Wonderful!”

-

“Master Ambermight” 

Anya huffed. She hated that title

“Yes?” 

“You have a challenger today” 

Her brow furrowed. 

“Alright. Let me put these things away. Have them read the riot act at the arena” She called back to the junior librarian, who nodded and rushed off. 

Why had he run off like that? Had she forgotten about her face again?

“Yama?” 

Daniel floated just before her face to get her attention 

“Yes, I know. But Irene and Frankie could use the fight anyway. The restoration doesn't have a time limit” 

“Ya-ma!” Drew floated over to the storage for the more sensitive archived collections

“Yes, yes, but those also don’t have a time limit. I wan’to keep workin’ too, but I’m not *just* a preservationist, y’know” 

Drew seemed to roll his eyes, but floated nearby as Anya closed and stored the 200 year old edition of “The Legends of Kanto” she had been studying the binding of. 

Leaving the archives, Anya climbed up the stairs and over to the arena, seeing her opponent on the other side.

She stared with wide eyes at Emmet, who was giving her a hell of a grin. 

“Hello, Anya! I am Emmet! I am curious to see if I can beat your challenge!” 

Well…. This wasn’t what she was expecting at 4 PM on a Wednesday. 

“... Y’do?” 

“I do!” 

Huh. Well then. 

Anya took a moment to school her expression “Have ye been given the rules?” 

“I wanted to hear them from you!” “Very well” Anya huffed, her voice still not very loud, and pointed above, where Daniel and Drew floated around a circular device, shaped like a disk, with a yellow band glowed gently about it from the ceiling. 

“Above us, is a sound sensor, called the “disc” - think of it as a noise-activated alarm” She started, reciting what she’d written for herself to introduce new challengers “This is a library - ye can’t be too loud. Not you, not y’r pokemon. So you have t’battle me with tha’ sensor lingerin’. If it turns red, y’lose.” 

“So I win if I beat you without setting off the alarm?” “Aye” 

“Excellent!” 

The light suddenly burst in red, bathing everyone in the arena in that cherry-colored light. 

“... That does not count?”

“It does not” 

“Good” Emmet cleared his throat, taking a moment to think, before asking “how many pokemon per battle?”

“Two maximum for each - one on one” Anya stated, moving to the other side of the area, but keeping her voice low and even ”Whenever y’r ready, the junior librarian will announce the fight with this sign” Anya raised her hands in fists at shoulder height, crossed them, and then pointed forward.

“Ah, Unovan Sign language” Emmet pointed out “I am familiar - is that how you communicate with your pokemon, Miss Anya?” 

For the first time, he saw a new expression on her - a smirk 

“Ye’ll have’t wait an’ see, Subway Master” 

Ooooh, Verrrrry interesting

Emmet tamed his smile into something a little less enthusiastic, a little more focused, and made the effort to lower his voice. 

“Then let us begin!” 

The sound disc turned orange briefly. Damn. 

This was going to be harder than he thought.

Emmet decided to go with Gavantula as his first pick, and the pokeball flashed open, the bug pokemon letting out a small squeaking noise, and Emmet found himself glancing up at the disc. 

That was going to be verrrrrry distracting. 

Anya gave the pokemon a once over, and reached to her own pokeballs, releasing a Foslass who didn’t vocalize at all once released from the pokeball, and floated behind the trainer. Anya’s eyes fell to the junior librarian - a young woman with bright blonde hair, who raised her arms in that tell tale “fight” sign language

Emmet took a breath, and said, as quiet as he could manage “We must be quiet, Gavantula! Pay attention!” 

Anya said nothing, making a sign he didn’t recognize, before the Froslass (Frankie, was its name? He knew that Ingo had mentioned the Froslass once before) nodded. 

It didn’t take Emmet too long before he realized just how Anya communicated with her pokemon, and why it made her battle so very, very difficult. 

Sign language 

And it wasn’t even Unovan sign - something he and his brother were fluent in. 

It must have been Galarian. 

That left her at somewhat of a disadvantage, with her Froslass having to either circle back around to Anya, or turn to look directly at her trainer to get instruction 

But the two were in perfect sync - with the Froslass gracefully twisting and turning to look back at her trainer and - with just a few seconds of sign, was given specific instruction on what attacks to use and where to go

Emmet only started to know which signs meant which when it was too late. 

Anya made a sign with her hands one hand had three fingers up, the other in a fist, and she sharply crossed them and pointed

Frankie used “Hex”, and though Gavantula was not down for the count, it did let out a loud, startled cry, and the stadium was bathed in bright red. 

He has lost. The battle had only been 3 minutes long. 

Despite the brief time, he felt winded, he felt …great! 

“Wonderful!” Emmet shouted, getting sudden shushing from the surrounding librarians and library guests “Oh, sorry” he covered his mouth. 

Anya was gently signing to her Froslass, giving it an affectionate pat before returning Frankie to her pokeball, and looking back at Emmet. 

“Y’lasted longer than’ most, an’ y’r clearly very skilled” She nodded “Thank y’for trying. Y’r always welcomed to try again” 

“Oh, I most certainly will! What an excellent challenge! You are extremely skilled!” 

Emmet managed to keep his voice down, but his grin was ear to ear. 

Anya, for her part, was surprised at the compliment, her complexion turning bright red

“Oh, uh, thank ye’, but I doubt I’d beat ya outside a my challenge” She shrugged 

 “I doubt that, but regardless!” Emmet grinned “I wish to speak with you at length about your creative battle strategy! I am Emmet and I want to learn more!” 

That also seemed to startle her, her entire face bright red still 

“Uh…. uhm” 

Oh, oh, he was coming on too strong again!

He backed up, putting his hands behind his back “I apologize, I get overzealous quite quickly” 

“No, no.. i’s fine” She attempted to assure. “Uh… Well, I work until 6 t’night.. If ye want, ye can meet me later..?” 

Emmet’s eyes looked like they were sparkling 

“Oh, yes! Yes please!” 

Anya seemed a bit overwhelmed for a second, but the expression changed to a smile - a real one - and Emmet gave her a thumbs up

“Ingo and I shall be waiting at 6! Please have a wonderful rest of your work day and stay on track!” 

“I will” 

Emmet tilted his hat to her with his smile still wide, and he marched out of the library, leaving Anya to sigh deeply, and her yamasks somewhat bewildered at the interaction. 

“.... Holy shit was that the subway boss?” One of the junior librarians questioned. 

“Yup” another spoke up “Master Ambermight is friend’s with ‘em” 

“Cool!” 

Anya couldn’t hide another smile as she turned to head back to the archives

Yeah.. that was cool, wasn’t it? 

[captain-gillian]

you taught me how to be loved

1,523 words. rated t. summary: All TK and Carlos want is to plan a peaceful wedding, but danger seems to follow TK wherever he goes. for the @tarlos-week-2022 day 6 prompt 'i'm too young to be a widower.'

‘Hey!’ Carlos shouts over the top of his wedding magazine as TK starts to place his mug on the coffee table before joining his fiancé on the couch in the early morning light. 

‘What?’ TK asks as he hovers the mug over the slither of the table not covered in wedding planning. 

Every surface of the loft is covered in wedding magazines, a rainbow of post-it notes, color-coded binders, carefully curated collages, and fabric swatches. Although TK couldn’t possibly tell you what the swatches are for, he thinks perhaps for bowties but wouldn’t swear to it. They’ve been eating, sleeping and breathing nothing but wedding planning whenever their schedules align. But, of course, TK is happy to go along with anything that makes Carlos happy regarding the wedding. 

‘Not on the table with the wedding binder. You might spill it. Do you know how many hours I’ve spent on this?’ Carlos throws his hands in the air in frustration.

‘Babe, relax. I’ll move it.’ TK says, placing his coffee carefully on the floor by the couch and earning himself a glare from Carlos. 

‘I am relaxed. I just want everything to be perfect for the wedding.’ Carlos says through gritted teeth, but his tone is anything but relaxed.

‘Babe, you’re so tense right now. We’re looking at suits today, and you need to relax so you can enjoy it. So we can enjoy it.’ TK says, rubbing his fiancé’s shoulders.

‘You’re right.’ Carlos admits, his body softening into TK’s shoulder massage.

‘I usually am.’ TK responds with a cocky smirk. Of course, he’s not always right, but he tends to be when it comes to Carlos.

‘I don’t know if I would go as far as to say that…,’ Carlos teases, and they go about their morning, getting ready to leave for the formalwear shop.

keep reading on ao3 or under the cut

‘What’s on your mind?’ Carlos asks TK as they step out of the car outside the store.

What isn’t on your mind might be a better question. TK’s been in his head the whole drive here. And it’s not just because he’s been dreaming of this moment for half his life. Or because he never thought he’d actually be picking a suit to wear to marry the man of his dreams. It’s not even because he’d always imagined his mom helping him pick out his suit and plan his wedding.

It’s because he’s happy , happier than he ever thought possible, and he wants to savour every second of this experience. He doesn’t want anything to ruin this for them, but he can’t help but worry. Sure, Austin is more progressive than he first expected, but it’s still Texas , and he doesn’t mean to judge, but you never really know how people will react to two grooms. 

‘I’m just in my head about how they’re going to react in there. To us being engaged, I mean.’ He admits, somehow, since the engagement, it’s been easier to be vulnerable with Carlos, especially about stuff like this.

‘There’s no need to worry. I had the same thought, and I found this boutique online. They specialise in queer formalwear.’ Carlos says, motioning to a rainbow of suits in the window display. Relief floods through TK’s body, and he starts to wonder why he was worried at all. Of course, Carlos thought of it. Carlos thinks of everything.

They’ve been trying on a rainbow of suits and tuxedos for hours now, and the color variations, different cuts, and fabric choices are starting to overwhelm TK.

‘Maybe I’m just being too picky?’ He asks.

‘You can be picky; it’s your wedding day, and you have to be comfortable in it.’

‘I’m comfortable in a hoodie. If only I could get a formal hoodie...’

‘I’d marry you in a hoodie. Heck, I’d marry you in pyjamas even. But maybe try this one? It’ll make your eyes pop.’ He says, and he hands TK an emerald green suit.

‘This is it, babe. This is the one.’ Carlos says to TK as he steps out of the dressing room for the hundredth time. Ok, so maybe not the hundredth, though it sure feels like it. 

‘I think so too.’ TK tells him, reaching up to wipe a tear from his fiance’s cheek, ignoring the ones trailing down his own.

‘You know, I might just die seeing you walk down the aisle to me in this suit, though.’

‘Ugh, Carlos. I’m too young to be a widower and far too hot.’ And sure, the last part is a little self-indulgent, but he knows Carlos will love it.

‘Don’t be so dramati–’ Carlos says, but he’s cut off suddenly. It’s like the universe is mocking them. A car comes careening over the sidewalk and through the window display, narrowly avoiding Carlos.

‘You ok, babe?’ TK asks as he peels off the suit jacket and rounds the car to check on the driver. ‘Call 9-1-1,’ He shouts to the shocked shop owner, who nods and pulls out a phone.

‘I’m all good, just some glass in my hair.’ Carlos says as he heads for the passenger door.

‘No pulse.’ TK calls out as he opens the driver's door, and Carlos comes around to help him. Together they lift the patient from the car, TK supporting her head. As soon as the patient is flat on the ground, TK commences CPR.

‘There’s a kid in the back seat. Can I take over for you so you can check her out?’ Carlos calls out, opening the door to a terrified toddler still strapped into a car seat.

Effortlessly, they switch places, and Carlos commences compressions. Even in the middle of the chaos, TK can’t help but notice how well they work together as a team.

‘Hi, buddy. What’s your name?’ TK asks the young boy 

‘Tyler.’

‘That’s my name too! Does anything hurt Tyler?’

‘It hurts here.’ Tyler, who is likely no older than 3, says as he gestures to his back. 

‘Can you wiggle your toes for me?’ TK asks, glad Tyler is wearing sandals so he’ll be able to see. 

‘Like this?’ He asks, but his feet remain still.

‘Great job, buddy. Now can you do something really important for me?’ TK asks. He hates lying to patients. Especially to children, but he needs to keep Tyler calm, so he doesn’t injure himself further.

‘What?’ He asks.

‘Can you stay really, really still for me? Pretend you’re a statue.’

‘Ok.’

‘TK?’ Carlos calls out.

‘Can you stay here and stay really still while I check on your mom?’ TK asks, and Tyler says yes.

‘We have a pulse.’ Carlos tells TK as the woman slowly comes too.

‘Fantastic, can you go keep the little boy, Tyler, in the backseat calm.’ TK says and then lowers his voice. ‘I think he might have a spinal injury. It’s imperative that he doesn’t move until EMS can put a C Collar on him.’

It’s at that moment that a siren approaches. 

‘Dude, if you missed me this much, you could have called. Or better yet, not taken the shift off.’ Nancy tells TK as she and Captain Vega step out of the ambulance and rush over to assess the scene.

‘Apparently, the job goes where I go, Nancy. Can you check my new friend Tyler in the back seat?’

As Nancy checks the toddler, TK hands over the driver to Captain Vega, and they’re quick to load both patients into the ambulance. When they’re leaving, Nancy turns to TK.

‘The green suits you, but maybe less blood for the actual wedding?’ As she mentions blood, TK looks down to see the shirt sleeve stained red with blood. 

‘At least it’s not mine this time…,’ He muses.

‘You sure about that dude?’ She asks, and he looks again and, this time, notices the sleeve is redder. He’s cut his arm extracting the driver. As he makes a mental note to clean it when they get home, he's interrupted.

‘Oh no . The binder.’ Carlos cries out as EMS leave and as he picks up a squashed, tire-marked folder from the rubble of the crash.

‘You brought the wedding binder with you?’ TK asks, and he’s not sure why he’s surprised. However, he wouldn’t be surprised if Carlos had the entire thing committed to memory by now.

‘Of course, how else would I compare back to our mood board and top 5 color schemes? And now I’ve ruined everything by bringing it with us.’ Carlos asks, and TK can see every muscle in his body tense.

‘You taught me how to be loved, so I know everything you’ve planned will be perfect, binder or no binder.’

‘I just want everything to be perfect for the day I marry the most perfect man.’

‘Carlos, baby, It’s illegal to marry yourself. As a cop, you should know that.’ TK says with a smirk as he tenderly brushes a stray curl off Carlos’s face. 

‘Be serious, TK.’

‘I am being serious; you’re perfect. I’ll help you make a new binder.’ 

‘You’d help me make another binder?’ TK pulls Carlos close and kisses him passionately in place of an answer.

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Name: Albireo.

Nickname/s: Unsettling.

Pronouns: I don’t care.

Preference of Communication: Ouija board for those so inclined; Discord will do otherwise.

Most Active Muse: Define “active.”  Rei and Souma, I’d say?

Experience / How many years: At this moment, 17 years of online roleplay experience... whew.

Platforms You Use: Primarily Discord.  Tumblr as well, obviously, and in-game with regards to several MMOs, but you’re most likely to see me in FFXIV, WoW, or LotRO.

Best Experience: I’ve been blessed with a lot of them, I really have.  My favourites have been the intense slow burns that take up a year or more.  I think what I had with certain members of the Final Fantasy IV and Sengoku BASARA communities will always be the first that come to mind.  While I don’t think it’s possible that any of them will ever see this, if they do, I wish them all the best.  ♥

RP Pet Peeves: I have a lot of them.  I think one of the biggest ones for me is rushing things without properly talking about it.  I’m happy to roleplay just about anything, but we’ve got to be able to talk about it or I get burned out so fast.  I like to sink my teeth in and put a lot of thought and effort into what I do.  Additionally, even if you know a character, I think it’s worth checking each person’s about pages because every portrayal is different.  None of us are the canon writer-- we’re all going to have our own twist.  It’s worth a few moments to read to avoid missing potentially big things like changes to plot points, or even relatively minor things like pronouns or nicknames that might be different.

Fluff , Angst , or Smut: I’m happy enough with any of the above, as long as it fits and isn’t forced.  I don’t like to do only one or any other.  That said, to rank it by order of preference:  Angst > Fluff > Smut.

Long or Short Replies: Sometimes I think I’m incapable of short replies.  My biggest failing as a writer is the need to meander through unneeded garbage before I get to my point.  Something I can say in one sentence takes a whole paragraph.  Case in point: the answer to this question.

Best time to write: I think I do best at about 3-4 in the morning, right before I fall asleep.  But the planets do need to be aligned in a precise manner.  Otherwise, my writing will never see the light of day.

Are you like your muse/s: I’m actually Rei.  I even went to drink my tomato juice about half an hour ago and it was expired.  Please feel pity for me because it was one of the worst parts of my day.

Tagged by: Stole this directly from Gottis and refusing to accept criticism.

Tagging: I’m not.

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Orthodontics: How To Pick The Best Clinic For You?

Orthodontics is one of the most important medical treatments for children and adults alike. It helps correct malocclusion, which is a condition in which your teeth don’t align properly with each other.

 The most common treatment for malocclusion involves wearing orthodontic braces or retainers that are worn over time to gradually move the teeth into their proper position. Here are some tips on how to pick the best Orthodontist Melbourne for you:

Do your Research

To ensure that you find the right orthodontist, do your research. Check out reviews and ratings online to see what people have said about your prospective clinic.

Look at the website of each clinic to see if they have an easy-to-navigate layout with information on their services and location. Ask friends or family members who recently got braces for recommendations, as well as any dentists you trust.

Choose the Right Clinic

When you are searching for the right orthodontist, it’s important to keep a few things in mind. Take some time to consider your needs and what kind of service you’re looking for.

For example, if price is a major factor in choosing an office then don’t be afraid to ask questions about their fees or inquire about payment plans – this way you will know exactly what type of budgeting you will need before starting treatment.

Another thing that is important when choosing an orthodontist is their credentials and background history with patients; this may not seem like an issue at first glance but it can make all the difference if something does go wrong during treatment and having confidence in your doctor's abilities can help alleviate any worries or concerns that may arise later down the road.

Consider Your Convenience

You can also consider how convenient the clinic is to get to. Some clinics are located in busy areas, while others are tucked away in quiet suburbs. If you’re lucky enough to live close by a clinic that offers flexible scheduling and ample parking, then you should definitely take advantage of these perks.

If you’re looking for a great dental clinic, then you should definitely consider the above factors. You may also want to look at how much experience the dentist has and what kind of reputation he or she has built over time.

Check for Certifications and Reviews

You can also find out if a clinic is certified. This means that the clinic has been audited and meets certain standards. These standards usually include insurance reimbursement, office hours, and cleanliness.

Check for reviews from previous patients. In addition to checking for certifications and awards, you should also look at past patient experiences to see how their experiences went with this particular doctor or orthodontist. If you find many negative reviews about a doctor's performance or bedside manner, it may be best to go elsewhere for your braces treatment needs.

Conclusion

In conclusion, finding the right Orthodontist Melbourne clinic is not an easy task. It takes time and research to find out which one is best for your specific needs. However, if you follow these tips and do your homework, then you will be able to find a great place that will make sure all of your teeth look great!

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Achieve the Perfect Smile with the Top Dentist in Dubai and the Best Dental Clinic for Expert Care

When it comes to maintaining excellent oral health, choosing the right dentist and dental clinic is crucial. Dubai, known for its state-of-the-art medical facilities, is home to numerous dental clinics that provide high-quality care. But how do you select the best dentist in Dubai? What factors should guide your choice of the ideal dental clinic in Dubai? In this comprehensive article, we’ll explore why it’s essential to choose a skilled dentist, what services to expect, and how to find the best dental clinic in Dubai.

Why Choose a Dentist in Dubai?

Dubai is one of the fastest-growing cities in the world, and it’s known for its top-tier healthcare services. The city’s dental clinics offer advanced treatments with the latest equipment and technology. A dentist in Dubai is typically highly trained, often holding international qualifications and years of experience in their respective fields. This means you are not only receiving local expertise but global standards of care.

Moreover, a dentist in Dubai will likely provide services that cater to Dubai’s cosmopolitan population, including multiple languages spoken and flexible scheduling that aligns with your busy lifestyle. Whether you need routine check-ups, teeth whitening, or complex procedures like dental implants, the dental services in Dubai are second to none.

What Makes a Dental Clinic in Dubai Stand Out?

A dental clinic in Dubai is more than just a place to get your teeth checked. Many clinics offer comprehensive services, including cosmetic dentistry, orthodontics, pediatric dentistry, and emergency care. The focus in many clinics is not just on treating dental issues but also on creating a comfortable, anxiety-free environment for patients.

When selecting a dental clinic in Dubai, it’s essential to look for certain key features:

Reputation: Check online reviews and patient testimonials. A good dental clinic in Dubai will have a strong reputation for patient care and successful outcomes.

Expertise: Make sure the clinic employs specialists in different areas of dentistry such as orthodontics, periodontics, and cosmetic dentistry.

Technology: The best clinics use cutting-edge technology such as 3D dental imaging, laser treatments, and digital smile design to offer precise and efficient care.

Cleanliness and Safety: Hygienic environments and adherence to safety protocols are non-negotiable in any dental clinic in Dubai.

Types of Dental Services You Can Expect

At a leading dental clinic in Dubai, you can expect a wide range of services that cater to all dental needs. Below are some of the most common treatments available:

1. Cosmetic Dentistry

Cosmetic procedures are becoming increasingly popular among people who want to improve their smiles. From teeth whitening to veneers, a dentist in Dubai can help you achieve a Hollywood-worthy smile. Many people come to Dubai specifically for cosmetic dental work because of the high standards and reasonable costs compared to other global cities.

2. Orthodontics

Whether you need braces, aligners, or more complex orthodontic treatments, you’ll find expert care at a dental clinic in Dubai. Modern clinics often offer Invisalign and other discreet options for teeth straightening, providing patients with more comfortable and less visible treatment alternatives.

3. Pediatric Dentistry

Parents can rest easy knowing that a dental clinic in Dubai typically has pediatric specialists who are trained to work with children. These experts know how to make young patients feel comfortable and can provide advice on preventing tooth decay, which is common among kids.

4. Emergency Dental Care

Many people overlook the importance of having access to emergency dental services until they face a sudden issue like a broken tooth or severe pain. Fortunately, you can find a dentist in Dubai who offers 24/7 emergency care, ensuring you are never without professional assistance when you need it most.

How to Choose the Right Dental Clinic in Dubai

The process of selecting a dental clinic in Dubai may seem overwhelming, given the numerous options available. However, a few key considerations can simplify your decision:

Location and Accessibility: A conveniently located dental clinic in Dubai is essential, especially if you are considering long-term treatments that require multiple visits. Many top clinics are situated in easily accessible areas of the city, offering ample parking and nearby public transport options.

Consultation Process: Before undergoing any major procedure, ensure the dentist in Dubai provides a thorough consultation. This will allow you to discuss your concerns, review treatment options, and understand the costs involved.

Insurance Compatibility: Dental care can be expensive, especially for advanced treatments like implants or full-mouth reconstruction. It’s crucial to ensure that the dental clinic in Dubai accepts your insurance plan or offers payment plans to make treatments more affordable.

Specialized Care: If you need specialized treatment, make sure the dental clinic in Dubai has experts who specialize in your required service. For example, not every clinic offers orthodontics or advanced cosmetic dentistry.

The Importance of Regular Check-ups

Even if you maintain good oral hygiene, it’s essential to have regular check-ups with a dentist in Dubai. During these visits, your dentist can identify any potential issues before they become major problems. Many dental clinics in Dubai also offer dental plans that make routine care more affordable, providing discounts on services like cleanings, fillings, and x-rays.

Final Thoughts

Finding the right dentist in Dubai and a reliable dental clinic in Dubai can significantly impact your oral health. With so many options available, it’s essential to choose a clinic that offers comprehensive services, state-of-the-art technology, and a patient-friendly environment. Whether you’re seeking cosmetic improvements or preventive care, Dubai’s top dental professionals are ready to help you achieve the best smile possible.

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Advantages of choosing the Best dental care in Paschim Vihar

Are you searching for the leading dental care centre in Paschim Vihar? Therefore, Essence Dental is your one stop destination for getting all your dental problems and needs solved and met. We are a dental clinic offering all the specialties of dentistry and our team comprises highly skilled dentists in Paschim Vihar and the surrounding regions.

Finding the Best Dentist in Paschim Vihar should not be taken lightly because the dentist is the one who is going to manage your teeth and oral health. At Essence Dental, this is well understood and we give you tailored dental services based on your individual requirements. All of them are carefully selected, welltrained, and updated concerning the modern trends in the dental field. We employ complex diagnostic tools and equipment in the identification of oral diseases and disorders.

Best Dental Care In Paschim Vihar

A list of services that our clinic provides includes; routine check up and cleaning, fillings, root canal treatment, crowns and bridges, braces and aligners, implants, dentures, gum treatments, pediatric dentistry, smile designing and teeth whitening etc. At Essence Dental, you can get all your general and complex dental care from our highly skilled dentists.

What really defines Intermountain, however, is our focus on the patient: patient-centered care. We also respect patient dignity and ensure that all the procedures and costs are fully explained to you so that you can make the proper decisions. It is essential to differentiate dental phobia from a basic understanding that dental procedures might be painful, and our team guarantees to make you feel comfortable throughout the treatment. We also have specialized dentistry for children and those who are elderly.

Our well-equipped clinic is situated in Paschim Vihar West Delhi providing easy access to each patient. We work at providing the best quality patient care and the clinic is cleaned and sterilized to the highest standard. Having the finest set of dentists and a sophisticated setup, we ensure that every procedure is carried out without causing any discomfort to the patient.

Therefore, be it a simple cavity or gum problem, missing teeth, misaligned or crooked teeth, chipped or cracked teeth, stained teeth or any other severe dental issues, visit Essence Dental in Paschim Vihar. Best dental care in Paschim Vihar is provided with a guaranteed level of quality for the patient’s satisfaction. You can schedule an appointment online or simply contact us at our dentist office to book an initial examination with our dentists. Welcome to the Smile Health Centre, where our priority is your smile.