#i guess my rule is that: 'they have to be funny'

[s4svnn]

oob!couple :

Jungkook and oc are out on a date and girl starts flirting with jungkook and oc gets jealous (possible jealousy sex 🫥)

No touching

You always knew your boyfriend was hot, but it still caught you off guard just how many girls asked for his number whenever you were out together. So, to make it clear who he belonged to, you set a rule as punishment—no touching.

Pairing: F1 racer Jungkook x reader

Genre: fluff, angst

Warnings/content tags: teasing, punishment, begging, sub Jungkook, dom reader, blindfolding, bondage

Word count: 3k

The night had started out perfectly. Jungkook and I were out on a date at a cozy little restaurant in the heart of the city, tucked into a booth by the window. The soft hum of conversation blended with the low clink of glasses and silverware, the warm candlelight flickering between us, casting golden hues against his sharp features.

And God, did he look good. Jungkook was the kind of man who turned heads without even trying. His black leather jacket hugged his broad shoulders just right, the white tank top underneath stretching over his toned chest, leaving little to the imagine. His silver rings caught the dim light as he idly tapped his fingers against his glass, a habit of his when he was lost in thought. But the real kicker? His hair—gelled back, exposing every inch of that dangerous jawline, making him look like he had just stepped out of a classic movie.

He was effortlessly cool, effortlessly untouchable. But unfortunately, I wasn’t the only one who noticed. The stares had been relentless all night—lingering gazes from across the room, subtle peeks from waitresses, even a few not-so-subtle ones from women walking past our table. But I ignored them. I was used to it. People always looked at Jungkook.

Look, but don’t touch. That was the unspoken rule.

But apparently not everyone got the memo. Tall, gorgeous, and exuding confidence, she sauntered right up to our table, her heels clicking against the floor like she owned the place. Her dress clung to her body in all the right places, her hair styled perfectly, and her bold red lipstick made her smirk look even cockier. She didn’t even spare a glance at me as she approached us stopping right in front of Jungkook.

"Hey," she purred, placing a manicured hand on the table, leaning in far too close. "I just had to come over and say—you have the most incredible eyes. Has anyone ever told you that?"

I blinked. Oh, for fuck’s sake.

Jungkook, ever the polite one, gave her a small, forced smile. "Uh… thanks?"

That should have been the end of it. A polite brush-off, an awkward silence, and she’d leave. But, of course, she didn’t. Stupid bitch.

"You from around here?" she continued, tilting her head, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers like she was a walking cliché. I took a slow sip of my drink, waiting to see if Jungkook would shut this down himself. But when he hesitated—whether out of politeness or just not knowing how to cut her off—I decided to step in to preserve my sanity. I leaned forward, casually placing my hand on Jungkook’s forearm, my fingers lightly dragging against his skin. "He’s with me," I said sweetly, my voice laced with fake innocence. "His girlfriend."

Finally—finally—she looked at me, blinking as if she had just now realized I was sitting there. And then she laughed. She fucking laughed. The audacity.

"Ohhh," she dragged out, shaking her head. "I thought you were his sister."

I stared at her, deadpan. "His what?"

"Sister," she repeated, like I was the one who wasn’t getting it. "You guys don’t really look like a couple, you know?"

Jungkook visually tensed in front of me, his jaw clenching, his fingers tightening around his glass. But before he could say anything, I tilted my head, mirroring her condescending smirk.

"Aww," I cooed, my voice just as fake as hers. "That’s funny, because I thought a bitch like you would know her place." I flashed her the sweetest smile. "Guess we were both wrong."

Her smirk vanished instantly. "Excuse me?"

"You’re excused," I said, giving a dismissive wave of my fingers. "Bye bye now."

She scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Wow. Insecure much?"

Jungkook finally spoke, his voice laced with irritation. "You should leave."

The girl huffed, rolling her eyes before muttering something under her breath and stomping off. I smirked, stabbing my fork into my dessert with a little too much force. "Well," I muttered, chewing aggressively, "that was fun."

Jungkook exhaled a quiet chuckle, shaking his head as he leaned back in the booth, watching me with amusement. "Damn, I didn’t know you had it in you to be jealous?"

I shot him a glare. "Shut up I’m not jealous."

His smirk widened. "You totally are."

"Oh, so now you see things clearly, huh? Where was all this awareness when she was flirting with you?" I huffed, grabbing my drink.

Jungkook lifted his hands in mock surrender, "I wasn’t even flirting back."

"You didn’t shut her down, either."

He sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. "I was trying to be nice."

"Nice?" I scoffed. "Jungkook, she practically climbed into your lap."

He rolled his eyes. "You’re being dramatic."

I lifted my chin, turning away. "Whatever. Enjoy your fan club."

Jungkook chuckled, reaching for my hand, but I pulled it away before he could touch me. A flash of something dark flickered across his face, and I smirked in return, if he thought this was over he had another thing coming.

The second we got home, Jungkook was all over me. His hands slipped around my waist as soon as we stepped inside, pulling me against him. His lips brushed the shell of my ear as he murmured, "Still mad?"

I smoothly stepped out of his grip, strolling toward the bedroom without so much as a glance in his direction.

Jungkook frowned. "Uh… babe?"

Silence. I grabbed my oversized sleep shirt—the one that barely covered my thighs—and changed into it, knowing exactly what I was doing. When I climbed into bed, Jungkook was already watching me, arms crossed, brow raised. "Alright, what’s going on?"

I sighed dramatically. "Nothing. I’m just enforcing a new rule."

His eyes narrowed. "A rule?"

"Mhm." I turned onto my side, away from him. "No touching."

Jungkook blinked. "No touching?"

"That’s right."

He scoffed. "You’re joking."

I didn’t respond. A few beats passed, then I felt the bed dip as he slid in beside me. His body heat was familiar, comforting—but I refused to acknowledge it. A second later, his lips ghosted over my shoulder, fingers trailing down my side. "Baby…" he murmured, voice low, coaxing.

I dodged, rolling over at the last second. "Goodnight, Jungkook."

He groaned. "What?"

I stretched, pretending to get comfortable. "I’m sleepy."

Jungkook sat up, eyes darkening. "You’re actually doing this?"

I smiled, acting completely oblivious. "Doing what?"

His jaw flexed. "You know what."

I shrugged. "Maybe next time, you won’t let other girls flirt with you."

Jungkook groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Babe, come on."

Jungkook was silent for a few seconds, and I thought maybe—just maybe—he’d give up and go to sleep. But I was wrong. Because a second later, I felt him shift again, his fingers trailing down my arm, slow and deliberate.  He let out a quiet chuckle, the sound low and dangerous. "No touching, huh?"

"Mhm."

His fingers moved again, this time ghosting over my hip. "So if I do this—" his hand grazed my thigh, barely touching, teasing, "—you won’t react?"

I forced my expression to stay neutral, even as a shiver threatened to creep up my spine. "Nope."

Jungkook exhaled a quiet laugh, but I could hear the frustration underneath it. "Baby…" His voice dropped, taking on that tone—the one he used when he wanted something. When he was desperate.

I fought the urge to smirk.

"Jungkook," I said, feigning innocence. "Why are you still awake?"

He let out another sigh, flipping onto his stomach, burying his face into the pillow for a second before turning his head to look at me.

"Because you’re torturing me," he grumbled, voice muffled.

I turned my head slightly, finally meeting his gaze. "Oh? And here I thought you didn’t mind when girls played with you." He groaned, reaching out again, but I moved away just before he could grab me.

"Aylah," he whined, his patience slipping. "Princess, come on—I didn’t do anything wrong!"

I raised a brow. "You let her flirt with you."

"I was just being polite!"

"You didn’t shut her down fast enough."

His eyes narrowed. "She didn’t shut up fast enough."

I hummed. "Mm, interesting. And yet I had to be the one to do it."

Jungkook groaned again, rolling onto his back, throwing an arm over his face. "Baby, please," he muttered. "You know you’re the only one I want, just let me make it up to you."

I stayed quiet.

"Oh, you’ll definitely be making it up to me," I mused, tilting my head slightly. "But we’re going to do this my way."

Jungkook’s eyes flickered with something dark, something intrigued, and before I could even process it, he was already nodding eagerly. "I’ll do anything," he murmured, his voice low, dripping with sincerity. "As long as you forgive me."

I let the silence stretch for a moment, letting his own anticipation work against him.Then, I smirked. "Good boy," I murmured, reaching out to lightly trail a single finger down his chest, stopping just above the waistband of his sweatpants.

His breath hitched. "Now… lay down for me."

Jungkook swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes searched mine. There was something almost vulnerable in his expression—like he was completely at my mercy. And he was. Without hesitation, he shifted back onto the mattress, lying flat against the pillows, watching me carefully. His chest rose and fell a little quicker now, his hands twitching at his sides like he wanted to reach for me but was forcing himself to behave.

I grinned, leaning over him, my lips hovering just above his. "Now, let’s see how well you can listen." I whispered, watching as his eyes darkened. Jungkook lasted about five seconds before he broke. His hands twitched at his sides, fingers curling and uncurling, his entire body tense with the urge to touch me. But when I leaned in just a little closer, my breath ghosting over his lips, he snapped.

He moved—fast—his hands flying up to grab my waist. I swatted them away immediately. "Oh, come on," he groaned, his frustration obvious, his head dropping back against the pillow.

I clicked my tongue, shaking my head. "I mean what I said—no touching."

Jungkook exhaled sharply through his nose, his jaw clenching. "Baby, please—"

I smirked, dragging a finger down the center of his chest, watching as his muscles tensed beneath my touch. "You’re not in control tonight, Jungkook." My voice was soft but firm, leaving no room for argument.

His eyes flickered with something dangerous—something needy. And then, before he could protest, I reached over to the bedside table, my fingers brushing against the delicate ribbon I had worn in my hair earlier that night. It was smooth and silky, the perfect length.

Jungkook watched me carefully, his brows furrowing. "What are you—" But he didn’t get to finish. Because in one swift movement, I grabbed both of his wrists, pinning them above his head.

His breath hitched. "Aylah—"

I wrapped the ribbon around his wrists, looping it securely before tying it in place. It wasn’t too tight—I wasn’t actually trying to restrain him. But it was firm enough that he wouldn’t be able to touch me unless I let him. When I sat back, admiring my work, Jungkook let out a sharp breath, tugging at the restraints experimentally.

"Oh, fuck," he muttered under his breath, his fingers flexing as he realized he was actually at my mercy now.

I smiled sweetly. "Told you—you’re not in control tonight."

Jungkook exhaled shakily, his eyes darkening as he looked up at me, completely at my mercy. "Babe…" His voice was lower now, more desperate. "What are you gonna do to me?"

I grinned, dragging my fingers down his chest again—just light enough to tease, just enough to drive him insane. "Oh, love," I whispered, leaning in close, my lips barely brushing his jaw. "You’ll see."

Jungkook was falling apart. His body tensed beneath me, muscles flexing as he pulled against the ribbon, his fingers curling into fists like he was dying to touch me—but he couldn’t. And that made it so much better. I smirked, letting my lips trail back up his chest, slowly, taking my time, dragging my nails lightly over his skin just to tease him. His breath hitched when I reached his collarbone, and I felt him tremble as I hovered there, letting my lips ghost over the sensitive spot.

"Aylah," he groaned, his voice strained. "princess, please—"

I ignored him. Instead, I sank my teeth into the delicate skin right at the base of his neck, sucking hard, determined to leave a mark—something deep, something dark, something no one could miss. Jungkook gasped, his back arching slightly off the bed. "Fuck—"

I grinned against his skin, my tongue flicking out to soothe the bite before moving lower, repeating the process. Biting. Sucking. Marking. His breath came out in ragged pants, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might break. "Aylah—fuck—"

I moved to the other side of his neck, my teeth grazing over the smooth skin before biting again, just as hard.

"Shit—"

His head tipped back, exposing more of his throat to me, and I took full advantage of it, trailing my mouth over every inch of bare skin, leaving a path of dark purple and red in my wake. Jungkook was completely at my mercy—helpless, desperate, mine. I smirked as I moved up, kissing along his jaw, feeling the way it tensed beneath my lips, the way his breath shook.

Then, finally, I reached his ear. I let my lips brush against the shell of it, my voice dropping to a whisper. "Let me show all those bitches who think they have a chance who you belong to."

Jungkook groaned, his body jerking beneath me, his hands pulling at the restraints like he was seconds away from breaking free. "Fuck," he muttered, his voice hoarse. "Baby, please—untie me—"

I smirked, pulling back slightly to admire my work. His neck and collarbone were covered in marks, deep bruises painting his skin—a map of my possession. I ran my fingers over them lightly, watching the way his stomach tensed at my touch. "No," I murmured, tilting my head. "Not yet."

Jungkook let out a frustrated groan, his eyes dark and hazy as he looked up at me. "Aylah," he gritted out, his voice almost a warning. "You’re killing me."

I grinned. "Good."

Jungkook groaned loudly, his fingers twisting against the ribbon, his entire body shaking beneath me. "Baby, please—"

I smirked, dipping down, letting my lips barely brush his. "Beg me."

Jungkook’s breath hitched.

"Babe—"

"Beg, Jungkook," I murmured, tilting my head slightly, my lips ghosting over his but never quite touching. "Tell me how much you want me."

Jungkook swallowed hard, his body thrumming with need. "I want you so fucking bad," he rasped. "Please, baby—just let me touch you. Let me hold you. Let me—" He cut himself off with a groan, his head falling back. "Fuck—Aylah, please."

I let the silence stretch, just watching him, letting him writhe beneath me. I watched as Jungkook’s body tensed, every muscle tight with anticipation as I slowly untied the ribbon around his wrists. He let out a shaky breath, clearly relieved, but there was no release just yet.

"Sit up," I commanded softly, my voice cool, but with an edge that made it clear I wasn’t done with him.

He nodded, his eyes still burning with desire. As he moved to sit up against the headboard, I helped him with a hand on his chest to make sure he wasn’t too unsteady. His breathing was still ragged, chest rising and falling quickly. I could feel his heart pounding beneath my fingertips. Once he was sitting back, his body leaning slightly against the headboard, I stood up, watching him with a smug smirk on my face. His eyes followed my every movement, the fire in them never dimming. He was desperate, and that just made the moment even sweeter for me.

"You’re so good for me, Jungkook," I said quietly, my voice dripping with sweetness and something more dangerous. His lips parted, but he didn’t say anything—he was waiting. His hands clenched at his sides, still unused to not being able to touch. I smirked, bending down to grab the ribbon from the bed. The same one that had bound his wrists just moments ago. I brought it up to his face, letting it trail across his cheek. He looked up at me with those dark, desperate eyes, his mouth opening again like he was going to say something. But I stopped him with a raised finger.

"I told you," I said, my voice just above a whisper. "You’re not in control tonight."

He exhaled sharply, his lips trembling, but he didn’t argue. He understood. Slowly, I took the ribbon and held it in front of his eyes, making sure he was watching it, letting the silk slip through my fingers. Then, with one smooth motion, I wrapped it around his eyes, tying it gently at the back of his head, effectively blindfolding him.

His body froze, but he didn’t protest. His breathing was shallow, his entire frame on edge. He was blind, vulnerable, and I could feel the shift in the air—the power had shifted, and now he was completely dependent on me.

"How does it feel?" I asked softly, watching him as his lips parted again, the words caught in his throat. "Not being able to see? Not knowing what I’ll do next?"

He swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper as he replied, "Fuck, it feels..."

He didn’t finish, but I could tell what he meant. He was on the edge of losing control, and I was loving every second of it.

"Good," I said, my fingers tracing the edge of his blindfold. "Now you’ll have to trust me, won’t you?"

He nodded, his head slightly jerking up, but his hands remained still at his sides, as if waiting for my next move.

"I’m going to make sure you remember who you belong to," I whispered, stepping closer, my lips brushing against his ear, letting my breath tickle his skin. "Every inch of you."

He shuddered beneath me, his body alive with electricity. I could feel his restraint, but I knew it wouldn’t last long. He was mine—completely and utterly mine. And tonight, I was going to take my time making sure he knew it.

[overnightheartbeats]

"Cooking date, clearly I don't know my terminology," she teased. It wasn't necessary, however. But, Laurel wanted to make the trip to her place enticing and less nerve-wracking. "We could try one of your mom's recipes if you're open to it. I didn't have much else planned on this cooking date." And, she was curious. Mom's recipes, what that could look like. "I'm always looking forward to the mischief with you." Now, she was excited to bring him home. She wondered what her dad would think, but she was hopeful that he'd be happy.

She felt her face warm up, not opposed to being tied down. It was amusing to hear two anti-marriage people make each other the hypothetical exception to the rule. "Neither would I," she said with a smile, but she knew it was just a joke. Even if the thought of him as her husband was enticing, and her being a wife was amusing. "Chocolate turtle it is."

"I appreciate that, but I'm not okay with you sleeping on the floor." Laurel was glad he mentioned his family wouldn't care, she didn't want to give the wrong impression whatsoever. But, in a new state and in unfamiliar spaces, she wouldn't want to be away from him. He was quickly becoming her safe space. "If you're okay with it, then we can share the bed. Like we do here."

Laurel half-expected him to shift the subject, talk about something else entirely. The marriage topic seemed so outlandish for a couple that just became official. She listened attentively, the fries not drawing her attention one bit. "I'm sorry to hear that, kids witnessing all that fighting is rough. That's...a fair point. So many people follow the traditional steps without considering that it might not be for them. By those standards, you're already more mature than half the population here. It's also very noble, not wanting to do that to someone else. Though, I think your understanding of the situation would help you make different choices." Maybe, she just had faith in him as a person, to be different. "Similar thing, funny enough. My parents, they got married young." Because of her, as mom often reminded her. "A child on the way, they wanted to do things right and what not. I think they had a good relationship before me, or who knows. My dad always talks fondly of their early days." She always suspected that her mom just didn't feel the same way her dad did. "The point is, they were never great at hiding their problems. My mom felt tied down, she had a lot of resentment. She eventually left, and my dad hasn't been the same since. I think that's what deters me. To see a relationship deteriorate like that. Relationships in general are scary, guess I'm kind of taking a chance with you."

"A kitchen date?" Eli asked like he was really contemplating it. "I'd really like that. Actually haven't been in a giant kitchen since my mom died." Something he had enjoyed when she'd show him how to cook one of her recipes. "Will be fun. What kind of mischief will we get up?" The thought of going home with Laurel filled him with such glee. He honestly couldn't wait to see how she lived.

"I'd not be opposed to being tied down if it was you doing the tying." It seemed like a joke but he truly felt like he meant it. He could see a future where Laurel was his wife and he was her husband. That had him fear it a little bit though. "Lets get the chocolate turtle then."

He let out an amused laugh thinking she had a point. "No, it's not that. They don't care. It was just coming from a point of respect for you. I didn't want to assume we'd share the bed together Iike we do here." Although, the thought of his siblings knowing he wasn't a priest when it came to sex made him chuckle. They'd be more surprised that he actually had an active one since they knew his stance on it before Laurel had come into his life.

Eli laughed and shook his head. Only grabbing one to dip it in the milkshake and chewed his lip. "It stems from my time in the system. Before my parents adopted me. My first home, the married couple fought a ton. I saw how miserable they made themselves and adding kids was a terrible idea. It ripped their family apart, it was one reason I had to go back to the orphanage. They only kept their one they had so, which was fair you know. You keep the one you made but since then marriage was just a sore subject. I don't want to do that to someone I love. Like have it be a happy coupling to then add marriage and have it be destroyed because we find we actually hate each other. Why don't you?"

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YOU GET ME SO HIGH

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“You’re my best friend i love you forever…”

A situationship with your best friend

What you need to know: situationship with shidou, best friends to lovers maybe?, gn reader, both shidou and reader smoke, implied absent parents, getting high, suggestive.

Wrd count: 1.3k

You let out a cloud of smoke as you lay down on your bed while Shidou was sitting on the ground, leaning against your bed. This was a common occurrence, hanging out with Shidou to smoke or get high in your room as you were often left alone, he was your only company and the only one really in your life you cared for the most. It all started with just smoking together then it escalated to a kiss, then to a make out session and then hooking up. Even though you both enjoyed each other’s company and were obviously deeply in love with each other, neither of you wanted to talk about those feelings, but it was clear as day what you both were feeling.

You had a palpable tension every time you hang out together, but it was like a silent rule to not acknowledge what relationship you had, maybe it was the fear of losing your friendship what was stopping you to get serious, the fear that it wouldn’t last and you were going to end up hating each other.

“Hey Ryu…” you spoke softly, looking at the ceiling.

“Hm?” He glanced at you, leaning his head back, resting it on the bed as he let out a cloud of smoke.

“Do you think we can work as a couple?” You blurted out, the words coming out from you without thinking.

Shidou kept silent for a moment before sighing. “I think we could make a good explosion, very chaotic.” He chuckled lowly, thinking about the possibility of being in a relationship. “I’ll be willing to risk it, just because it’s you”

You slightly widened your eyes at his words just because it’s you… you repeated the words in your head. You still hesitated, your fears and insecurities taking over.

“But I want to know… do you think we will work? Do you really like me?” He turn off the cigarette and threw it to the trash. “Or do you just feel lonely?”

You were caught off guard by his words, the answer was both, you felt lonely but no other company could match his, no one can make you feel the things he makes you fee,l it was like a chaotic explosion, an explosion you wanted to be part of.

“B-both…” you mumbled quietly, not able to say any other word.

He climbed the bed, hovering over you as he grabbed your cig, taking a drag and letting the smoke out in your face. “I guess we’re both on the same boat, huh…” He turned off you cig and tossed it away.

He didn’t expect this weird make out sessions they’ve been having would be mixed with their emotions, he remembered well the first time they’d kiss, it was stupid. ‘Wouldn’t it be funny if we kissed’ those were the words he said to you as you were both out of your minds, it was the first time both of you got high too. Ever since that day he couldn’t stop craving more of you, it was like a new feeling he unlocked and never wanted it to end, he enjoyed just making out, but he didn’t stop his feelings for you from growing and he wasn’t complaining, he liked you and that was it.

He didn’t talk about it since you don’t talk about it either, it was like a mutual understanding. He wanted what you wanted as long as you’ll understand his freedom and share it, he was just in a limbo of waiting for you to speak or gaining the courage to talk.

He placed his hand on your cheek, caressing it softly as he stared intensely at you, his pink eyes boring into you. You grabbed his collar and pulled him closer, smashing your lips against his in a desperate and passionate kiss, you both melted into the kiss, it was like all of your doubts and insecurities disappear every time you shared moments like this and as you kiss an idea popped into your mind.

“Ryu… let’s run away, together.” You blurted out, still holding his collar and looking at him slightly desperate.

Shidou was caught off guard by your words, he didn’t think you were serious but the look in your eyes said otherwise you looked very honest about it. He stared at you with widened eyes as his hand lingered on your cheek.

“Y/n I…” He let out a shaky breath as he caressed your cheek. “Don’t think I don’t want to it’s just…” There was something else he hadn’t told you yet and now with your petition to run away he was pretty nervous to tell you.

“There’s this program i’ve been invited to… something called Blue Lock.” He took a deep breath and looked at you. “It’s about soccer, you know how much I love being on the field, this is a one time opportunity and I want to give it a try.”

You slightly frowned as this was the first time you’ll be away from him, but you were still happy about this after all you always supported his dreams. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? That’s amazing Ryu.” You said as tears formed in your eyes, you were happy, you really were but at the same time you didn’t want to be left alone here.

Shidou’s usual laidback expression softened as he noticed the tears forming in your eyes. “Let me promise you something.” He laid next to you and turned his head to look at you.

“I’ll go to the program and become someone there, i’ll be so famous i’m going to be rich enough to get you out of here.” He chuckled slightly and sighed. “You know i don’t care about money, but if you’re coming with me I need to be prepared and prevent you to lift a finger ever, ya know.”

You widened your eyes at his words and looked at him lifting your head. “A-are you serious?” You stared at him in disbelief.

He grinned and nodded. “Of course dumbass, you’re my best friend and i’ll love you forever, damn I’ll even marry you if that’s what you want.”

“Then I’ll wait for you. I promise to be strong and wait for you.” You smiled softly and lifted your pinky, wiping the tears that had fell from your eyes with your free hand. A childish but meaningful way of showing her determination.

Shidou chuckled slightly and intertwined his pinky with yours. “I promise I’ll leave a mark in the world with soccer and take you with me.”

He smirked and hovered over you again, pressing his body against yours as his breath fanned over your neck. “Just like the mark I left you here.” He chuckled lowly as he kissed a hickey he gave you a few days ago.

“Dumbass..” You blushed and pulled him away from you. Your heart still raced every time he teased you.

You were going to miss this, you didn’t even know how long you’ll be away from him but you were so attached to him your heart ached at the thought of being away from him, specially since without him you really don’t have any other person you trusted fully.

He was still hovering over you, straddling your lap as he looked down at you. “You’ll be fine, don’t think to much about it, okay?”

You sighed and nodded as you reached for his cheeks, squeezing them. “Promise me you’ll stay in contact.” He winced at your grip.

“Ou! Y-yeah I will, I promise damn!” He huffed and gripped your wrists.

“Don’t miss me too much, I’ll be back I promise.” His gaze softened, giving you a forehead kiss. “I’ll get you out of here and we’ll be together forever.”

You smiled and knew he mean it. When Shidou Ryusei has a goal he would obtain it no matter what, he always gets what he wants.

Hope you like it!! English is not my first language sorry for any mistakes

I got a little inspired by “you get me so high” song by the neighbourhood

Any tips, suggestions or requests are welcomed! <3

masterlist here

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(Adam Dudaczyk) The fact that vampires drink blood to get that *meaningful hand-neck gesture* - you made that up? (Andrzej Sapkowski) Yes, I didn't model myself on anyone here, I don't know anyone who wrote before me about the fact that vampires drink blood not to satisfy their hunger, but to satisfy their thirst for… entertainment. Texts: the guys sent me to get blood, I was flying drunk… The fun was great.

as i reread this i couldn't stop thinking of this meme

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Just Admit It- Part 1

I've been playing around with possible friendship dynamics of the Beast Council for fun!! I love imagining what kind of childhood they could have in the Forgotten Land all together.

What if Carol and Sillydillo are the fun-loving extroverts? Leon is the introverted one who's been smitten by Carol for a really really long time but he's too shy about it? And Gori is the friend who is an excellent observer and will bluntly tell you what he thinks (and maybe has a tendency to get grumpy when things aren't easily going his way).

Somewhat of a prequel to this other doodle comic about Leon and Carol- everyone here is still a kid ^_^

Part 2

[secondbeatsongs]

when you're into the Big Ship™ in a Big Fandom™, you have the luxury of having an OTP - a real One True Pairing, where you can read about just them for ages, and you will never run out of fics, and everything is perfect and beautiful and nothing hurts

but when you go to a smaller fandom, you'd better pray to whatever god you worship that someone else in this room ships the same thing that you do, and that if they do, they're writing more than late-night crackfic, because you're on thin fucking ice!

and how small is your small fandom? is it less than 100 fics? maybe even...less than 20 fics?

welp, then it's time to make peace with that god and either open up a text document or learn how to ship everything, because it's swim or drown babey! and your ship is sinking fast

anyway all of this is to say that after hanging out in small fandoms and shipping less-common pairings for a while, going back into a Big Huge Fandom™ is wild because suddenly it's like...wait, why didn't I ship these people again? I don't remember. why was I only sticking to one ship in this fandom?? boring of me, honestly. these guys should make out.

[badlydrawnloop]

just my silly reminder to all my little loops fan that. yes u can send asks and yes i will usually respond to them with a drawing but. but. but this isnt a request blog </3 pls </3 say something funny 2 me send me something silly. if you include an image i might even trace over it who knows. but pls remember im not a request blog ehe

[ratatatastic]

lmaoooo maffhew wanting the knot immediately and having to wait for sasha to catch up with that is so deeply funny like. this omega is not subtle and you’re not a stupid alpha babe! can only imagine what benny has to say to maffhew about it once he catches on and stops banging his head against a wall

idiots to lovers is always great but especially when its two people who would be hitched with 10 kids by now if they stopped being dumb for a single second like its that easy and yet...

to me they very much fall around the same time (infatuation at first scent if you will) just that sasha takes some time to get there not because he's dumb (okay he's a little dumb) but in the sense that its like "this person is very interested in me, i can see and recognise that but theres so much cognitive dissonance in my brain right now between knowing that intrinsically and finding that hard to believe so i unintentionally play dumb because obviously i'm reading too much into things it cant be me they're interested in haha that'd crazy but they're being awfully touchy and flirty with me wow"

but also it takes two to tango and we have to acknowledge that and this is when i would love to bring up the ways in which this man decides is the best way to go about that because he is a catholic school girlie... there's so much hilarity to be had here especially because his flirting is very uh how you say... a little ass backwards if you will especially considering dynamics

"I make it a point to keep the door closed when we're alone in a room together! That's basically a clear invitation that I'm down to fuck!!! Im basically asking to be ragdolled on his knot!!!"

and Benny just pinches the bridge of his nose like "I don't know how to explain to you in a way you'll understand that not everyone went to Catholic school."

But saying that Sasha does side-eye the door knob heavily when Maffhew goes over to close it the first time and he starts sweating like he just got dragged into a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven he did not sign up for and he's 13 again and oh god he got paired with a really cute girl, and he hasn't even had his first real kiss yet and-

And then absolutely nothing happens because Maffhew is just waiting with a polite expectant smile (because his work here is done, he did the heavy lifting know it's Sasha's turn) and this is when Sasha's dynamic classes training kicks in and he basically scolds himself for even assuming in the first place because this is clearly a show of trust (correct) not an invitation for extra circular activities (incorrect buzzer noise) and it basically becomes "This Omega really trusts me, I'm honoured especially as Pack Leader that I'm able to be so accepted into such a private space with the inherent knowledge that I will not encroach their boundaries whatsoever because consent is verbal, this is not in any way an invitation to take advantage of them this is deep platonic trust I will guard with my life :]"

and if you listen closely you can hear the lovely sounds of Maffhew bashing his head into a wall about how much of a gentleman Sasha is but also COME ONNNNNN... you know... once Maffhew realises what's happening which (looks at my watch) is not due for another few months really

Battle of wills: unstoppable force (maffhews catholic school understanding of dynamic interactions) vs immovable object (overseas alpha cotillion classes)

And if you think it's an Oh! An overseas dynamic thing! It's not. The Euros are watching the horrible car crash in front of them and doing absolutely nothing about it because it's none of their business, but they will stare at it... maybe judge it a bit but definitely are observing from the tall grass.

and I'm also not saying that luosty lundy forsy and bobby have a current running bet of how long it'll take for maffhew to break sasha in but i'm also not not saying that... luosty goaded lundy in the midst of a gossip session ("It has to be 3 months, right?) forsy happened to be around so lundy turned to him for advice ("7 months.") and maybeeee bobby overheard from all the way over from his stall and puts in his two cents for what it's worth ("6. Captain nice but not that nice. Very impatient." "So 3!" "No. Impatience makes him double the time, and wait longer. 6 months.") (lundy finally settles on a good 5 months because he's indecisive)

And Sasha does eventually pick up everything maffhew is throwing down... eventually... and when he does it becomes more so I want to court this omega the way they deserve I will take this slow and romance them sweetly :) *smash cut to maffhew caterwauling like a cat in heat*

but also once again its not like maffhew is helping sasha in any way this is idiot4idiot and benny would like to enjoy the car crash with the euros but unfortunately that's his soulmate, thats his bestie, his littermate from birth who has been weaned on the same teat as they climbed over each other to get to it, the first girl you kissed in your childhood bedroom because somehow you started play fighting on the bed because she was like i could totally pin you down easy and then she does and you always noticed how beautiful she was but shes even more gorgeous when she's pinning your wrists to your hannnah montana duvet you promised yourself youd changed out before she came over but you forget and well she teased you about it and you cant help but giggle about how perfect this all is and it seems that the natural conclusion to this is to taste the strawberry lipgloss of her lips because whats a kiss between besties huh its tacky and sticky and it tastes like summer and just other apt metaphors to put here about the inherent -isms of their relationship that i nearly cant put to words properly other than girls having fun (they are fucking)

and well anyways benny is watching and he has a lot of things to say about how its been proceeding so far

"You should really use your words."

"I am!"

"Right because smelling like a fucking perfume shop in the middle of October is using your words."

"This usually works with most Alphas okay!"

"Sasha isn't most Alphas."

"Tell me about it." Matthew grouses before he peeks over to Sam, looking up from beneath his eyelashes—the exact way he knows both endears him to Sam but also absolutely miffs him all the same, "Worked on you, didn't it?"

"Oh, is that what we're doing right now? We're calling getting a lapful of a preening O in preheat in the middle of a roadie a normal way to go about these things."

"It worked didn't it?" Matthew reiterates.

"It would work better if you use—"

"Okay! Alright!! I get it!!!" He does not.

like benny here is unfortunately an active listening participant in the going ons of the fuckery if not because hes involved by proxy because of maffhew because who else will hold his hair back as he calls him a dumb bitch you know

[theo-decker]

I know Im getting old cos I don't like ANY of the new pop girlies except chappell and nowadays only want to listen to fucking bob dylan and leonard cohen... What happens to you when you turn 30 should be studied seriously .

[fantasykiri5]

autistics be like *hits my iconic and recognizable pose*

[coulsonlives]

Omg, Dante Basco ships Zutara! My life is complete.

[wonder-worker]

damn, I really need to finish that post debunking some famous myths/misconceptions of the Wars of the Roses in 1483-85

[lunarharp]

scribbly first date type affair (continuation of my modern au stuff)

[vraska-theunseen]

the bible is so boring what's the ideal size of paper for rolling joints

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

a glimpse for the mobile users who have no idea what theyre missing out on