#i'm the biggest lightweight

[irenebullocks]

Oh, this is the most precious thing!

I adore you both @francixoxoxo @lopsnpops 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝓾𝓷𝓴𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝓯𝓮𝓶 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝔁 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓭

Maybe it had been a mistake to bring you out to one of the wild parties the Regulators threw every fortnight or so, but Billy hardly regretted it now.

Under the winking stars you were as lovely as ever, hair unwoven from your rope of a braid, eyes sparkling as the lake did when the sun's rays hit it exactly right. He wound an arm loosely around your waist, simply enjoying the angelic sight of you. The colossal bonfire gave you a halo that only further encouraged your paradisical image.

You were literature to him, practically the Bible. A book he could pore over time and time again and find something new with every page. And indeed, he read your verses like a devoted saint.

As you accepted a drink from one of his men, saying something that made him laugh, Billy pressed a kiss to your hair. It was hard to forget how charming you were. How lovable his girl was in every sense of the term. You were a siren's song, a call he would answer every time. Your laugh was a sound tuned to his senses, an aphrodisiac he couldn't help but breathe in.

The night morphed into a cacophony of music and the laughter of men, smoke from the fire drifting through the camp and tickling the noses of everyone present. Women both hired and invited hung off the arms of Regulators, both feasting on the mystery of the night and allowing it to overcome them.

Billy hadn't noticed exactly how much whiskey you'd indulged in until he heard your ringing laughter echoing over the content buzz of the partygoers. Turning his head from a lulling conversation, he saw you across the fire, giggling delightedly at something of which he was unsure of the context.

He knew he should feel concerned at your drunken state, but truthfully, as he made his way over, grass crunching under his boots, all he could think about was how adorable you were.

"Havin' a good time, darlin'?" he teased good-naturedly, approaching you with a steady grin.

You turned around and saw who he was, face immediately splitting into a smile that seemed to glow in the dark. "Billy!" Throwing your arms around him, you buried your face in his neck. "BillyBillyBilly. I love you, did you know that?"

Chuckling, he indulged you, arms securing you against him. His name in your mouth was a hymn he wasn't sure he'd find in any chapel. Divinity was his best description of you, and its lack of earthly context made it all the more fitting. Even with alcohol on your breath, you were heaven sent.

"I'll never complain 'bout you remindin' me, baby," he said, kissing your nose gently. As he did, your eyes lit as something that struck him like lightning.

You stood on your tiptoes, bouncing up and down on your heels. "I love you!" Reaching up as high as you could, you pressed your lips to his cheek in a darling show of affection.

"How many whiskies didja have, pretty girl?" Billy tilted your chin up with his fingers, examining your eyes. "You're walkin' in wavy lines darlin'."

"Oh..." you furrowed your brow into an adorable crease as you thought. The amount of contemplation it was taking to recall it lifted the corners of his lips like a sunrise. "Three maybe?"

"You're a lightweight if there ever was one, sweetheart," he laughed, keeping his hold tight on your waist as you leaned back in his arms, head lulling so you could look at the moon. "Think it might be time to go home."

You frowned, pouting slightly in that way he couldn't help but adore. Billy was utterly helpless to finding anything you did endearing. He was up to his elbows holding you by your waist, knowing that if he let go you'd fall backwards. "But I still wanna talk to more people. And watch the stars. And get another drink-"

"Woah, woah, baby doll," he countered, shaking his head and breathing a laugh. "You ain't gettin' any more drinks. We're gonna go home so you can sleep this all off."

Lower lip pushing out, you shook your head. "But...but I wanna..." you let go of him and attempted to take a step, but your knees began to give out.

Swiftly, he caught you, hoisting you up by your waist and prompting you to wrap your legs around him. "Alright...c'mere angel baby, up y' go..." The surrounding party was too lost in the splendor of drink and company to pay you any mind. "You're trouble tonight, sweetheart."

He managed to balance you on his horse and get you home, skillfully opening the door with his foot while carrying you. You babbled sentences he couldn't determine the meaning of, but he still listened, nodding attentively. "Mhm. You're right my love."

Laying you down in bed, he attempted to detangle himself from you in order to find some water to quell the alcohol in your system. You frowned and tugged on his arm, shaking your head persistently. "No, don't leave."

"Just gettin' ya some water, honey," he tried, but you held fast.

The image of you this clingy and wanting for his mere presence was more valuable to him than any jewel he had thought so previously. Every single adjective for beautiful ran through his head as he looked at you, your hair spread over the pillow, dress hiked up to your thighs. He was lost in you for a moment.

Oh who was he kidding? Billy couldn't refuse you a single thing. He knelt and worked his boots off, stowing them beneath the bed and loosening the handkerchief around his neck. Untying it and folding it on the nightstand, Billy settled on the bed, tucking you under his arm and nuzzling his chin in your hair. He dropped his lips to your head, thumb rubbing your arm.

"You're a cute little drunk," he murmured, cuddling you close. He shifted to his side and threw one of his legs over yours. You buried your face in his chest, pressing kisses to him there.

"You know this'd be nicer if you took your shirt off," you muttered, and he hid a laugh in your hair.

"Mm, would it now, sweet girl?" He tried to respond seriously, his voice breaking just slightly.

"You just look so good without it." You looked up at him, appearing to be deep in thought once more. Then you said, "And without your pants."

Billy clenched his jaw to try and hide the laugh that nearly slipped out. "To be completely fair you look real pretty without your dress too."

"You're pretty all the time," you hummed, and he was enchanted all over again. Reaching a hand up, you smoothed his hair, pushing it back from his forehead. He let you, enjoying the feel of your hand like silk over his roughened skin. An outlaw's way, though he'd sand down his edges if you desired so.

Your sweetest quality was your pure love for him exactly how he was. He would change every bit of himself for the mere opportunity to love you. And yet to his luck he was allowed to do exactly that, heart and mind exactly as it was.

Billy looked down at you, dozing off with your head resting on your shoulder, a drunken sleep engulfing you. His angel.

In the morning when you awoke and complained of a headache, he'd be right there to draw the curtains and block the sunlight, to be your pillow and mattress.

He'd bring you water and snuggle himself against you until you were fully lucid again. The love for the woman in his arms wasn't dependent on being drunk or sober.

Watching you sleep, his fingers brushed a strand of hair from your cheek. You were sloppily spread across his chest, dress falling off your shoulder, makeup smeared under your eyes. He smiled at the sight of you. That was the woman he was going to marry.

Planting a series of kisses on your head, he smushed his cheek into you. Billy's eyes shut as the only emotion he'd ever felt holding you overcame him.

Adoration.

[satorusugurugurl]

Buzzed

Summary: Your boyfriend doesn’t drink. He’s a lightweight, never saw the appeal, and, well, it makes him horny.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x FAB!Reader

Warnings: Whiny super whiny Gojo, handjob, public play, Gojo is just buzzed, not drunk consent is key, there are several reasons he doesn't like alcohol

Word Count: 2,307

A/N: this popped into my head at work. The need for Gojo to whimper and whine is intense.

Gojo didn't drink. He had nothing against people who liked to drink; by all means, to each their own. He never liked the taste; he was a lightweight, and he'd rather spend his money on sweets. There, however, was another reason he didn't drink. One that was far too embarrassing to mention.

Whenever Satoru would drink, he'd get horny, like super horny.

So, it was safer for him to avoid alcohol altogether, which was pretty easy. That was until you both went to one of your co-workers' birthday party. You casually conversed with some friends while Gojo headed into the kitchen. He was in search of cake, but he found punch instead. He filled his glass, tentatively giving it a sip.

It didn't taste like there was alcohol in it, so he drank a full red solo cup. And he was working on his third in the living room when he felt like his blood was on fire. The room was hot, sweltering, and you, god, you looked even hotter. The tight-fitted shirt you wore emphasized the curves of your perfect body and breasts. Your ass looked amazing in your jeans, and your smile was to die for. God, why did you look like a goddess tonight?

There was a certain glow about you that drew him in like a moth to a light. He hummed, resting his chin on your shoulder, his body pressed firmly against your backside. Not only did you look good, but you smelt fucking delectable.

You turned your head, kissing his cheek before turning back to your friends, joining in with their conversation, leaning back into Satoru when you both felt it. The huge and very hard bulge in his pants had you choking on your words as Satoru straightened, glancing at you in sheer panic.

“Toru?” He grimaced at the tone of your voice. “Please tell me that's your phone.”

“It’s not,” he confirmed your fear.

“Can you get outside to the balcony?” A glance over his shoulder confirmed no one was remotely close to his sanctuary.

“Yeah.” His voice was so gravely as his cock twitched in his pants.

“Good, go on. I'll be out in a sec.”

The second Gojo stepped into the cool night air, he groaned, looking down at his pants. What the fuck? Why was he sporting the world's biggest boner of all time? Fuck, he was so hard it hurt. He slowly sank into the dark corner, resting his back against the window where the curtain was still drawn, waiting for you to join him.

A second later, the sliding glass door opened and shut. Gojo’s hands flew towards his crotch, shielding his erection from any prying eyes. When he saw you turn the corner, he released the breath he'd been holding, dropping his hands to his sides. Satoru shut his eyes tight, biting back a pained whine. All you could do was knit your eyebrows together as you watched.

“Satoru? Are you okay? What’s going on?”

“Nngh, fuck, I don't know.” His cock throbbed hard at the sound of your voice. “I'm so goddamn hard.”

“Aren't you always hard?” The teasing tone in your voice attempted to lighten the mood.

“Yes, but your point is irrelevant. Fuck, I don’t know what happened. I only get surprise boners like this when I drink!”

Satoru was panting as you tilted your head slightly to the side. “But you did. Mina’s punch has a fuck-ton of alcohol in it.” Your boyfriend's face was contorted in pained pleasure and confusion. “People can’t taste the alcohol because of the liter of Lemon-Lime soda and the whole ass pint of sherbet.”

“Fucking fantastic,” Glancing back down at his erection, he sighed in frustration. “I-It’s going to be awhile for this bitch to go down. I’ll stay out here; you go inside and enjoy the party.”

Right now, in this embarrassing moment, Satoru could barely look at you. During the entirety of your relations, Gojo never drank, leaving that up to you if you were in the mood. You understood he particularly wasn’t too keen on drinking; it was his personal preference. Seeing him now, sulking in a corner, chest heaving, cheeks flushed, cock throbbing. It made a little more sense.

Laughter and loud music blared inside the apartment, drawing your attention to the door. Mina’s special punch was getting to everyone, it seemed like. They were so immersed in their current conversations and food would they even notice your absence?

Satoru was in physical pain. His teeth were clenched as he hissed out in frustration. You took notice of his hands, how they twitched, drawing closer to his crotch before pulling away. The man was fighting against every instinct in his buzzed horny brain. You could tell by his expression that he wanted to do nothing more than stroke his fat cock until he came all over his fist. Satoru, however, was also one not to let his lust overtake him.

He wasn’t some horny freak that would pull his dick out and stroke it until he jizzed all over your friend's balcony railing. You, however, weren’t as collected as he was. Seeing your boyfriend's cock twitching in his pants, the tiny wet spot forming over his leaking tip, made you fucking feral.

“I don’t want to go back.” Closing the distance between you, Gojo watched with bated breath as your pretty hands unbuttoned his pants.

“Tsk!” Your boyfriend hissed, crystal blue eyes darting towards the door. “Y-Y/N, what if someone comes out?!”

“I guess you’ll need to stay quiet. That way, if someone does come.” You whispered, your fingers slowly tugging his zipped down. “Can you do that for me?”

Satoru didn’t have time to think of a response because his dick did all the talking for him. It throbbed hard in the confines of his boxers. He whined and watched more pre-cum seep through the fabric of his boxers.

You cooed, running the bed of your thumb over the growing wet spot. “I’ll take that as a yes?” A nod and a tiny whimper was all you needed.

Slowly, you slid your hand down the band of his boxers, immediately coming into contact with his hot cock. His velvety shaft twitched as you tugged his boxers down just enough to free his erection. The tip was a furiously red shade; his slit dribbled pre-cum. Seeing his fat cock this hard has your cunt clenching around nothing.

“Ahh, fuck, fuuuck,” Satoru whispered through a hiss as you wrapped your fingers around his shaft. You slowly stroked your hands up and down. Squeezing it, trying to mimic how your pussy would pulsate around him when he would fuck you. “Y-Y/N~”

Using his pre-cum as lube, you smeared it up and down his length. Watching the pretty tip twitch madly each time you collected your makeshift lubricant. Satoru groaned, eyes half-lidded, watching you, the way you shifted, pressing your thighs together, how you took your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down on it, as you jerked him off.

“I-I’m, haaa, I’m the one g-getting jerked off here. B-But you, holy fuck!” He clamped his hand over his mouth, stifling a moan. Your teasing jerks, changed, your wrist twisting with every move. “Nnngh, f-fuck but y-yo—ooooh shit, you're the one e-enjoying yourself.”

“Of course, I’m enjoying myself. Satoru, I love feeling your dick get hard in my hand. It's so fat, hot, god, it makes me wet.”

Satoru flushed, head tilting back, the veins in his neck straining as he clenched his jaw. He was the one that would normally talk to you like this. Having it turned the other way around, he had his head spinning. The dizziness was so intense your boyfriend tilted his head back before he began thrusting into your tight-fitted fist.

“Fuuck, Haa, ooh fuck sweetheart, feels so good.” you bit back a moan of your own, watching as he ducked your hands, stinks of pre-cum running over your fingers, as he slammed the palm of his Hans against the railing. “D-Dont stop baby~ fuck Y-Y/N don't fuckin’ stop.”

Watching him desperately fuck your hand was so fucking pretty. From the thin sheen of sweat on his beautiful face to the throbbing shaft in your hand, everything about Gojo had panties soaked. Right now, you wanted to drag him out of the cramped apartment and back to your place where you would fuck his brains out.

But getting him through the apartment right now was out of the question.to get what you wanted, you had to get him off first! The faster he came, the faster you'd get to have him inside of you.

“You're doing such a good job, Toru~” Your hand moved faster. “I love feeling your cock sliding into my hand. But I love it so much more when you’re sliding into me, stretching me with your cock.”

Satoru was a hundred present, certain you were responsible for his hot blood and the hazy gaze that lingered over his eyes. You were the source of his buzz, and it had him jerking like a virgin into your first. You tried matching his thrusts with your hand. The whines that left his mouth were all the confirmation you needed to know that it felt good.

“F-Feels so good.” Satoru cried out, head dipping down to watch you jerk him off. “Holy fuck, your hand feels so good.”

“Mmhm~ just think about how good my pussy will feel when I get you home.” A grunt sounded from him. “Yeah~ you like knowing that you’re going to fuck me when we get home~? You going to reward me for helping you~?”

“Y-Yes, p-please don’t stop Y/N, I can feel it coming. God, I’m going to cum so hard.”

Hearing the pleasure that paved his voice had you pressing your thighs together. “Yeah~ are you going to cum~? Do it; I want you to cum, baby~ I want you to feel so good~ Like the good you are.”

“Y/N?” Gojo jerked, his head searching for the source of your voice. “Hey, is Gojo okay?”

Without missing a beat, you pulled Satoru down with your free hand. Your hand pushed the back of his head into the crook of your neck. Gojo didn’t know what you were doing at first, but as your hand left to join the other stroking his throbbing cock, he picked up on what to do. He whimpered and moaned softly into the crook of your neck.

“Oh yeah, he’s just a bit buzzed right now.” You stroked him harder, squeezing his shaft. “He doesn’t like drinking and thought the punch was safe.”

Satoru’s arms wrapped around you, fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt. His breathing whines were hot against your skin as his balls started to clench. He was so close to cumming, his eyes shutting tight, losing himself in the cooling sensation in his abdomen. So close, he was so close.

“Aww, poor guy, did you need anything?”

Gojo needed whoever the fuck this was to get out of here. He whined out your name into your neck. Hot breath having you shifting.”Y//N c-close.” He whispered as softly as he could as you jerked him faster, both hands working in tandem.

“Nope! We’ll be back inside in a second; I gotta get him home.”

“Okay!”

You waited until the door shut when you moaned with him. “Good boy, good boy~” his fingers dug into your back. “Go on, Toru~ cum for me~ give me it all.”

Satoru cried out into your neck in a nearly silent cry. “Y-/N oooh~ god fuck~ holy fuckin’ shit! C-Cummin’ I-I’m cumming.” You suddenly understood why he loved you, scratching up his back when you came around his cock. It felt good, so good, as he spurted thick ropes of cum all over your hand. “Nnngh oh fuck~! Fuck! Fuck!” His whines were shaky and nearly breathless as his cock weakly twitched in your hand. “Y-Y/NN~”

Gently you let go of his softening cock, bring your cum coated hand to your mouth. Satoru watched you closely, his chest heaving as he slowly came down from his high. He had half expectantly thought you were going to wipe his cup off on the inside of his jacket. What he hadn’t been anticipating was for you to flatten your tongue and lick it off. His sensitive cock twitched back to life at the lewd sight.

“Mmm~” You hummed in delight as if you just finished a meal. “So sweet and salty, Satoru~ I wanna taste it first hand when we get home.”

A switch flipped in Satoru’s head, be it post-nut clarity. He grabbed you by the face, turning you so you were pressed against the sliding glass door. The sudden flip had your breath catching in your throat as your boyfriend bent down, pressing his forehead against yours.

“The only one who is doing any sort of tasting when we get home will be me. If you don’t get us out of here fast, I’ll be sampling that soaking cunt right here.”

You didn’t need to be told twice; you dragged Satoru out of the party, shouting out brash goodbyes. Satoru might be buzzed from the punch. But you were buzzed off of him, and you needed to turn that buzz into a love-drunken affair.

[teaboot]

Do you have binder recommendations?

This one I got off Amazon wasn't too expensive- around $40- and is one of the more comfortable and better-looking ones I've tried.

Downside is that it closes at the ribs, so you have to do up all the hooks and then sort of shimmy it on over your head.

But it's lightweight, pretty breathable, and sorta just looks like a tank top, so it's probably my favourite right now.

(Also I'm like a 38D bra size so even though shit ain't totally flat it's getting the job done.)

Biggest annoyance is the sizing honestly- they go from I think an XS to a 3XL and while my shirt size is usually a M men's, , they have me here as a 2XL.

So. Not king-size friendly, unfortunately :/

[acciocriativity]

-> | You're on the quieter side | Ateez Reaction (Maknae Line)

Context: For all of these reactions, the scenario is the same. They're hanging out as a friend group (OT8 + reader), talking about life and getting to know each other more, since reader is new around all of them as a group.

Genre: fluff

Warnings/tags: mentions of eating and drinking alcohol; mentions of shyness; chaotic and loud Ateez

N/a: First of all, I'm so sorry for how late this is, I'm on my finals so I'm slower as it gets rn.

Second of all, my requests are open!

Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated! Thank you for reading my work (^o^)

Ateez Masterlist

Hyung Line version

Choi San (최산): he'd listen to your EVERY word

Everyone knew you, you were Seonghwa's friend, and sometimes you picked him up at the dorms to hang out, since he can't drive for shit. But that night was the first time you would have dinner with them, and Seonghwa did the most to give you a good impression of his friends.

And it did work, ok? It worked for some time, until they felt comfortable enough with you to let loose, which didn't take long with alcohol involved.

But the thing about San and alcohol is that he is a lightweight, there's no sugarcoating that, and everyone knows it, one shot and he's drunk already.

He didn't even realized it he was staring at you with the biggest and most attentive shining eyes, with red cheeks and a soft smile, and honestly? It was too funny for them to stop him, instead the boys were betting on how long I'll take him to fall off his chair, since he was leaning so much to the right to see you better.

Sometimes your tone was so soft that he couldn't hear what you said, since the talking wouldn't stop. So he would wait for your eyes to meet his, and he would whisper to you: "What?", while he tilted his head to the side, blinking slowly.

And if you tried to brush it off, because it wasn't that important, he would have the biggest pout, and would keep pestering you. So in the end, you'll both have your whispered drunk conversation apart from everyone else.

It was hard not to take one or two photos of you two, Seonghwa had to find the strength within him, because it was just sooo adorable. You better be prepared to be teased relentlessly tomorrow though, he wasn't that nice.

Song Mingi (송민기): he'd treat you like an old friend

What to say about Song Mingi? Even though he can be shy around strangers, or in this case, acquaintances like you, he doesn't care enough NOT to be himself, specially when he has his friends, and some drinks around.

So there you are, thinking you'll be chilling in San's dorm for a while, drink a bit, and then go home to your night routine and 7-hour-sleep, since it's usually like that when you are only with San. But, oh you were mistaken...

If they were a chaotic group, then Mingi was the chaos himself, and he didn't have to try at all. It reached a point, where you were asking yourself why haven't you got close to him before? Oh, right. You were too shy to do that, so much so, that San adopted you as his designed introverted friend, being introverted himself. That's how you ended up where you were in the first place.

But Mingi was the opposite of that. He was loud and a tiny bit crazy, it was like there wasn't a single drop of shame in his body. You really wished to be like that someday, he got your respect really fast that night.

And although you didn't speak up much, he noticed how you were laughing along with everyone, but instead of laughing at him for his silliness like the boys were, you were laughing with him, almost tearing up as the hours went by, and that's something he truly appreciates, someone with the same sense of humor as him.

That's it, that was the moment he decided he was going to adopt you as his friend too. You didn't even noticed the moment he sat beside you on the big couch, right after leaving the kitchen with a new bottle of soju. You were distracted listening to the tea Wooyoung was spilling to everyone.

"I bet they were lying that day, and were together behind his back", he commented by your side.

You gasped, since that though didn't even crossed your mind. He laughed at your wide shocked eyes.

"There's no way, she seemes to like him so much..."

By the end of the night, the two of you were gossipping like no other. Your friendship by the end of the night seemed so natural, like it was meant to be, and guess who was pouty walking you home? Yeah, Choi San. You had to remind him he was THE best friend in your eyes.

Jeong Wooyoung (정우영): he'd make everyone listen to you

Oh, this one is a mouthy one, and he's not afraid for his life.

You were already familiar with Wooyoung, since Yeosang was an old friend of yours, so of course you met here and there, although not enough for you to outright talk to him without Yeosang. Why? Besides the fact that you were shy, Yeosang had this same phrase, almost a saying at this point, for when some of them asked to hang out with both of you.

"I have to keep her from getting her innocence destroyed by you guys, you're not a good influence", he told you what he said to San two weeks ago.

Of course, he left out the part where San called him out, since he wasn't that innocent at all for starters, but does it even matter now? They got what they wanted. You came to their dorms for a movie night.

"You, keep... all of this in control today", Yeosang emphasized the "all of this" as he gestured towards San's whole body.

"Or what?", it was San's immediate reaction as he smirked up to Yeosang.

Yeosang could only give him a death glare.

San planned to be on his best behavior already, since he already knew you were smiliar to Yeosang, but it was just SO good to tease him, he couldn't stop himself.

"Or I'll bite your arms off", Wooyoung suddenly said as he sat down on the couch by San's side.

And to further prove his point, he leaned in San's right arms and threatened to bite it.

"OK, ok, stop it", San said, while shoving Wooyoung away from him.

It ended there, and no one took note of Wooyoung's protectiveness towards you at first. It's hard to tell if he just wanted a reason to be annoying or if was genuine, you know? But it got clear as the night went on, he was like your bodyguard.

If you said anything, and for some reason they didn't hear it, since they wouldn't just ignore you, he would just...

"YAH, they were speaking", he yelled looking at Mingi, who stopped munching his pizza with wide eyes.

The first time it happened, you were caught off guard, trying to brush it off what you said yourself. But did he let you? Please, of course not.

"What were you saying?", he'd ask with such a gentle voice towards you, a little smile in the corner of his mouth, while he looked you in the eyes.

It was... different to say the least.

The more that happened, the more it became a joke whitin the group.

By the end of the night, you saved his number as "the bodyguard" on your phone, but he whined so much that you added a little white heart by the side of it, and he was pretty proud of himself.

Choi Jongho (최종호): he'd look out for you quietly (or so he thinks)

If anyone asked you what is your opinion about Jongho, you would probably lie, and say you don't know him much to have an opinion. You thought he was so cool, and so fucking intimidating, and you couldn't even tell why, but you couldn't hold his stare.

It wasn't like he was scary, none of them were, there was more chance of you being the scary one, truly. But he had that energy around him, he was just calm, collected, but also fun, knew how to entertain in a way that seemed so natural? At the same time, he didn't go out of his way to speak or anything, he chose when he wanted to say or do something. Maybe that was intimidating to you, he was self-assured. And oh God, how you wished to be more like that.

You tried to be discreet as you observed him, and the rest of the boys chaotic conversation. He was just as quiet as you at that moment, also highly entertained, with his arms crossed close to his chest.

He thought you didn't really like him or something. You were a bit hard to read, and he didn't want to make things even more uncomfortable by talking about it to you, but he really didn't get why you didn't like him, since you barely talked to each other alone.

He looked your way for a moment, as you were laughing at Hongjoong glaring at Wooyoung, while playing uno. Both you and him were out this round, so everyone could play. He chucked as Hongjoong picked up more 4 cards, he already had 10 at this point.

"Someone's gonna be dead by the end of this round, I feel it", he heard you whisper to Seonghwa, who was playing right in front of you.

He watched as Seonghwa laughed quietly, and nodded, while showing you his cards. He had a proud grin on his face, he had some good cards, and he was right beside Hongjoong.

He wanted to talk to you like that, in a free and friendly manner, but he can't make himself do it. What if you don't like him even more after it? Should he just ask you what's up? No, not in front of ev-

Jongho's mind stopped working for a second. Now, you were eyeing one of the drinks on the table, right beside him. So what does he do? He hands you one of them, of course, and takes one for himself.

It seemed like nothing to everyone, including for you, but for Jongho it was the solution.

For the rest of the night, whenever you said you want something? Jongho's got it for you. You ask for someone to grab the bottle of water for you? It's Jongho. You say you're gonna grab more snacks? He's on it. Do you suggest a movie? He's the first one to vote for it. And of course, he makes it like it's no big deal, he's being himself, but you noticed his efforts.

By the end of the night, you felt bad for the way you kind of ignored him before, so you sent him a text message after you left, baby steps, ok? Baby steps. But you apolagize, thank him, and after that you can only hope to be closer to him for now on.

[forsworned]

Thank you for the Hesh content, omg I love every single post you make of him!

OMG YOURE WELCOME BABYGIRL IM JUST SO INLOVE WITH HIMSNFJNVFSJV HERES SOME MORE HESH CONTENT BECAUSE I NEED TO GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD <3333

MUNCH ft! DRUNKHUSBAND!HESH

𓈒༑•̩̩͙ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗌𝗒/𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗌, 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗌𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗒

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You were such a lightweight. You knew it, he knew it, everyone knew it. So when you're both stumbling back home from the bar, drunkenly waving to the rest of the Ghosts goodbye as Hesh holds you up to keep your feet planted firmly on the floor it's just all giggles from here on out. He wasn't nearly worse off as you were, clambering into bed as you give him a sexy pose and wink at him in an attempt to seduce your own husband. Hesh can't help but cock an amused brow at you between chuckles as he's helping you out of your heels.

And suddenly you're getting all teary-eyed and pouty. "Baby?"

"Yes baby?" He responds, trying his damn hardest to peel off your stockings.

Your lip jutting out even more, trembling as your voice quivers. "I love you so much, baby."

His brows raise and scrunch up together, tenderly gazing at you and his voice softens. "I love you more, baby."

He lets out a shaky 'aww' as his own lip juts out, the corners of his lips curving upward in a coquettish half-smirk as he finally shucks off your tights and mounts. Dulcet, tipsy kisses smothering themselves all over your lips, cheeks, nose, eyes.--anywhere he can get to he's laying the most candied, buzzed smooches on the exposed parts of your skin and it's igniting a fire in the depths of your groins.

A diminutive whimper leaves your lips as you cord your lithe fingers into his soft, dark hair laden with pomade. Who the hell told him to do that (you literally did it for him before you two left for the bar). You didn't know, and you didn't care. The feeling of desire surges through your body in the form of goosebumps at his fervent touch. "Oh, David." You coo, squeezing your thighs together and he's not stopping his feverish minstrations.

In fact, your little sighs and squirming is fueling the inferno, tenting in his boxers. "What, baby?" He whispers, in between kisses as he starts to delicately imbibe your cushiony earlobe. That was what truly made you buck your hips, grasp tightening on his locks as you moan out and he's already kissing you down your body to your inner thighs.

Legs spread, pussy on full display as he stares at your dewy, succulent folds before he's full-on assaulting it with tongue. Saliva mixing with your arousal and your hands are flying to his shoulders, clawing his skin as you let out an enraptured whine. "Fuck...! Davi...David!"

"So fuckin' good. You taste so good, [name]." He murmured, lapping you up at a dangerously quick pace. It so fucking filthy the way he's spitting on your cunt and supping you up like your his last meal. Sturdy hands clasping onto your thighs to keep your thighs propagated open, so he can continue devouring your overflowing cunt. Juices trickle down his lips, dribbling over his chin as he hums against the engorged flesh of your furls.

Fluttering eyelids reveal the whites of your oculars as your chest pitches at the euphoria of his raffish movements. "Oh my...! David...David I'm gonna cum!"

So good. It felt so fucking good. For you, Hesh was the biggest munch and drunk Hesh was a horny Hesh, only wanting to please you with the most toe-curling, pussy convulsing orgasms. The pyre in your belly, beginning to peak and the weakened, dragged-out sobs were a surefire telltale sign that you were going to be cumming all over his mouth.

And this only bolsters him, long, swift licks to your puffy clit that causes you to arch your back, and the tingly, inviting feeling of your climax begins to unfold all over your body. It pleasantly dissipates like ocean waves crashing onto the shoreline, seafoam bubbles fizzling as they reach the sand.

But Hesh is still going. Overarousing the fuck out of your cunt, savoring your sweetness as you squirm at his hyperactive touch, pushing his head away until he releases the hold his lips have on your clit. He licks his mouth like he's just had the best meal of his life. And if you asked him if he had, he would surely beam at you with that brilliant, sexy smile of his and tell you, "Hell yeah."

But you're too fucking tired for that, heaving from the insane orgasm your husband just gave you. He bestows your pussy with a soothing kiss before resting his head on your quivering thigh.

"David?" You call out softly to him, caressing the back of his neck letting his hair prickle against your palm. But he's fast asleep, konked the absolute fuck out and you're not even coherent enough to wake him. "Love you."

"Love you, too." He murmurs half awake, slotting another sweet kiss to your skin and you can't help but giggle at him. He always wanted the last "I love you".

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I'm sure you've covered the bug situation at some point, but just because I'm curious and to ask more specific questions: what are the biggest insects one could ostensibly find? Are any insects kept like bees (are there just bees)? Any sort of cultural significance involved with insects?

The bug situation is pretty much earthlike, you aren't going to be able to find any insects bigger than can be found in the cenozoic.

There ARE indeed just bees, they haven't been mentioned a lot since most of my posting is based around Whitecalf's setting and beekeeping isn't heavily practiced in Imperial Wardin (the Hill Tribes are the only people in the region that beekeep as a core cultural practice, and their migrant progenitors May have brought the region's first domesticated honeybees with them) but beekeeping is very widespread. Silkworms are also canon.

The kermes insect and cochineal is canon, and species of both can be found in Imperial Wardin (the cochineal here is closest to the armenian cochineal specifically). Both produce a high quality red dye, though smaller quantities of cochineal are required to make the same amount of dye. A cochineal more akin to the Central American species (feeds on cacti) is found west and south across the seaway, (including parts of Bur), and is the most valued of all (has the highest dye output).

Some of the purely invented kept insects include:

Caviar ants, which are a type of domesticated leafcutter that has been selected for multi-queen colonies and massive egg production. Their eggs and larvae are a STAPLE food in a lot of qilik societies- qilik are primarily carnivorous (specifically insectivorous) and can digest a limited range of plant matter- this is a form of mass agriculture that most readily and cheaply feeds large populations. Caelin and delkhin societies also utilize them (though tend to depend more heavily on large animal agriculture), and some human/elowey societies have adopted them (though virtually never as a staple food).

Silk-orchard spiders, which are a species of colonial spider that can be reared for mass silk production with a stable enough food source. This silk is much costlier to produce than that of silkworms, but MUCH stronger, and is used to make ultra-lightweight armor (it's not going to stop a direct stab of a blade in of itself, but can be highly viable when padded and reinforced).

King locusts, which are domesticated grasshoppers selected to be big (about the length of a human hand), fat, slow, and flightless, and reared as tiny livestock (mostly by qilik).

Two decorative arthropods that are used in the Cynozepal/Ch'Chen regions primarily, which are brooch beetles (a mix of selectively bred and wild-caught beetles worn live as jewelry) and jewel ticks (colorful ticks that rarely transmit diseases to non-mammalian hosts, intentionally allowed to latch as temporary decoration).

(This old post goes into most of these in further detail ft actual illustrations here [x])

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I don't have Many specific culturally significant insects established but here's what I've got so far:

-One deity in the Burri pantheon is the god of beekeeping (as well as a minor agricultural deity).

-Insects are VERY significant to the Chit-Sut-Susit qilik culture. Most in this group have converted to the Cynozepali Cosmic Dualist religion and do not worship their original gods (the chief of which was strongly associated with butterflies) but retain practices of ancestor worship. One facet of this is believing that each person has two souls, one that remains earthbound after death to guide the living, and one that moves on to the afterlife. Earthbound souls of ancestors take the forms of moths and butterflies, and these animals have a protected and sacred status. Butterflies in particular are associated with masculine beauty (which is primarily being delicate and colorful) and the garb of Chit-Sut-Susit drakes often mimics butterfly patterns.

-The periodical cicada is a symbol of esoteric knowledge and enlightenment in the (pretty major) Eterhimhamdli religion, which is the dominant religious practice east of the Blackmane mountains across many cultural groups (and is a religious minority in Imperial Wardin, mostly brought by Yuroma migrants). This religion's core doctrine recognizes no deities and no individual soul (rather believes that personal experience is a facet of a collective consciousness/oversoul) and the primary goal of its priesthood is accessing hidden knowledge obtained by freeing the mind from the body (through meditation, trance, psychoactive drugs, and trepanation) to tap into the oversoul, and achieving enlightenment through completely freeing oneself of the body's illusions and attaining full experience of the oversoul. The cicada's cycle of 'sleeping' beneath the earth for years, then emerging as one in unison is used as an analogue for enlightenment and the return to the collective. (The Scholarly Order of the Root is a sect of this religion)

-Horseflies are admired by the Tho-Tykoso people (north of the Viper seaway, adjacently north of the central Royal Dain kingdoms). They are noted for being small yet difficult to kill due to their agility, and capable of inflicting great pain and wearing down much larger beasts. Their warrior culture is based mostly around mounted archery using small, nimble khait, and they seek to emulate these qualities. Horsefly symbols are common on khait tack and the clothing of warriors.

[pengweng-quack]

Let’s Get Married in Vegas

Gojo Satoru x Reader (uses second person though mentions of Y/N Y/L/N)

Summary: You and Gojo got drunkenly married in Vegas

Notes:

The song was continuously playing on my TikTok so here we are

Word Count: 1721 words

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It began innocently enough, with just you and Gojo going out to a bar in Vegas for a laid-back evening. After experiencing enough hard days together, the prospect of enjoying some cocktails and laughs sounded like the ideal cure.

The discussion flowed effortlessly as the evening drew on, broken only by fits of laughing and glasses clinking. The bartender recognized you and kept the shots coming without asking any questions. One shot became two, and two shots became four before you lost count how many you and Gojo had taken already.

The competitive side of you two quickly surfaced, as it frequently did in circumstances like this. But instead of the usual competition to see who could drink the most, it devolved into a playful fight to see who was the biggest lightweight. Each successive shot seemed to blur the lines between reality and the carefree abandon of the moment.

“Babe, I think we should go home now.” Gojo stammered, unable to keep his eyes open, his words mumbling together. With his head firmly resting on the table, his breath was hardly audible over the background sounds of the pub.

“Great idea, you're a genius!” You giggled, struggling to keep your balance as you and Gojo stood up, both of you swaying slightly in the process

"Don't fall for me." He replied, his words punctuated by a giddy grin, "I know I'm cute."

While rolling your eyes, you grabbed Gojo's hand, fingers entwined, and pulled him out of the bar. Your movements faltered and you mumbled apologies every time you or Gojo unintentionally bumped into someone.

The world outside seemed to be a blur, with your laughing blending with the noises of the nighttime city as you walked along the sidewalk together under the long shadows made by the streetlights. As you lurched along arm in arm with your boyfriend, there was a feeling of freedom and excitement in the air despite the haze of alcohol clouding your senses.

With only the comfort of each other's presence and the hope of home to guide you, every step was an adventure and every stumble a moment of shared laughter as you made your way through the night.

In his presence, you felt a sense of completeness, a feeling that you had finally found your partner in crime, your companion for life's journey.

And as you leaned into him, the warmth of his presence comforting you despite the chill of the night air, you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be and who you were meant to be with.

"We should get married!" You drunk yelled as you walk pass the License Bureau

"You're so smart! This is why you're the cutest, most loveliest, person that I love so much!" Gojo yelled happily, standing up straight and pulling you in the place

After you and Gojo laughed and occasionally got confused when navigating through the necessary papers, you both found yourselves ready to exchange vows in front of the altar with an officiant. Between you, jokes and side looks threatened to overshadow the seriousness of the situation as giggles burst into your conversation like an uncontrollable force.

"I vow to cherish every delicate fold of your paper origami creations, each one a testament to your boundless creativity. They will be more than mere artworks to me; they will be precious reminders of your genius, displayed lovingly throughout our home, filling it with the enchantment of your talent. And I promise to share this enchantment with the world, inviting others to marvel at your skill and spreading the joy you bring far and wide."

"I promise to take on any task that weighs heavy on your shoulders, willingly shouldering the burdens you bear. In fact, I'd gladly take on all the chores if you'd allow it, ensuring that you never have to lift a finger again."

"With each beat of my heart, in this life and beyond, I pledge my undying love to you. Every breath I take is dedicated to you, my beloved, filling the air with the essence of our bond."

"I swear to love you not only in this lifetime but in every lifetime that follows, my dearest Y/N Y/L/N-Gojo. Across the vast expanse of time, my love for you will endure, unwavering and eternal."

You smiled tenderly as you heard Gojo recite something from the bottom of his heart, and you could feel his love for you, like a warm hug. His remarks struck a deep chord, underscoring the extent of his love and dedication to you even in his intoxicated state.

You realized then that his commitments were promises carved into his very nature, connecting him to you in an unbreakable tie of love and devotion, and that his vows were more than just words.

“I vow to pour my heart and soul into every delicate fold of paper, infusing each origami masterpiece with the same love and reverence that I hold for you. While I'm thrilled for others to marvel at the beauty of my works, I humbly ask that you keep my struggles a secret, the moments when I nearly surrendered, for they are small sacrifices in comparison to the joy they bring to you.”

“Your willingness to take on all chores touches me deeply, but I vow to uphold our partnership equally. Let our home be a sanctuary where we both find solace and comfort. For it will be us against the world and not just you protecting me from the world anymore.”

“I solemnly swear to defy fate itself if it means spending eternity by your side. Today and in every lifetime to come, I will fight for us, refusing to accept anything less than a lifetime intertwined with yours.”

“Today, tomorrow, and for all the days that follow, I promise to love you more deeply than words can express. In every lifetime, in every incarnation, even if we’re not Satoru Gojo or Y/N Y/L/N, my heart will beat for you alone, endlessly and unconditionally.”

Joyous tears roll down your cheeks, blending with whispered vows and laughter. Your heartbeat rhythmically matches Gojo’s while the officiant explains the intricacies of marriage, since you both know deep down that this moment, which resulted from inebriated choices, is what you both genuinely want.

Between the vows, between the paperwork and the etiquette, your spoken words have ulterior motives. You know you'll never regret this union, even though it was sped up by a wild night of celebration.

Your souls become more and more entwined with each word spoken and gaze exchanged, bound together by an inexplicable love. Although the path to this point may not have been typical, there is no denying the extent of your dedication.

Standing hand in hand, you look at each other, and in that silent moment, you both admit the reality that this is where you belong. This marriage, which was created impulsively, is the best choice you have ever made.

The rest of the night becomes a whirlwind of joy and excitement. Sometime after the ceremony, you and Gojo share a deep, passionate kiss in front of the chapel where you exchanged vows. Cheers erupt from bystanders who witness the tender moment, adding to the magic of the evening.

As you make your way back to the hotel, laughter fills the air as you loudly hum various wedding tunes, your heart overflowing with happiness. You announce your newlywed status to anyone who catches your eye, spreading the contagious joy of your union to all who cross your path.

With each step, the world seems to sparkle a little brighter, and as you finally arrive at your hotel, hand in hand with your beloved, you know that this night will be etched in your memories forever. It's a celebration of love, spontaneity, and the beautiful journey that lies ahead as partners in life.

When the morning came, you sighed and grudgingly opened your eyes as the morning sunlight crept through the curtains, wincing at the brightness that seemed to intensify the pounding headache you were trying to nurse.

“What the fuck was last night?” You muttered, your voice hoarse as you struggled to piece together the events of the previous evening.

Blinking away the haze of sleep, you finally focused on the figure standing before you. Gojo stood there, clutching a handful of papers, his expression a mix of astonishment and disbelief

“Last night was this.” Gojo answered, passing the papers to you

With shaky hands, you accepted them, and the big words "Marriage Certificate" emblazoned at the top caught your attention right away. You were completely confused, but as you quickly reviewed the document, a wave of memories from the previous evening suddenly came back to you, helping you piece together the sequence of events that had led to this.

“We’re married.” You stated plainly, staring at Gojo with wide eyes as the reality sank in.

“Do you not want to be?” He asked, a hint of amusement in his voice as he turned towards the kitchen of your hotel room

“Of course I do! I just— I’m very confused.” You rambled nervously, feeling the need to clarify as you hurried to catch up with him

“I’m glad, because I’d love to marry you again.” Gojo declared, turning around with a mischievous grin. In his hand, he held a beautiful diamond engagement ring nestled in a red velvet box, the vivid blue of the diamond sparkling brilliantly under the room's light

“I think I remember most of what I said last night. So, Y/N Y/L/N, will you give me the honor of reciting it again, this time sober and in front of people that we care about?” Gojo asked, his voice filled with sincerity as he gracefully went down on one knee, presenting the ring to you with a heartfelt gaze

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you give me the honor of marrying you, again?”

You weren't even sure if you gave him a proper answer, your heart racing as you mirrored his gesture, sinking to your knees and pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. It was a silent affirmation, one that spoke volumes without the need for words. In that moment, you knew your answer was clear.

You were more than ready to marry him again.

Sober, this time.

[speedycoffeedelight]

An Animalistic Disaster

CH-17: Mr. Cottontail

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Summery:

Where you recollect more of your memories and open a bunch of trading cards. And a duo might have figured out the reason behind transformation, but we'll see.

A.n : There's going to be some heavy lore drop here. So just brace yourself a little. Also from now, the animal's dialogues will be in italics so it's easy to understand. I'll get to editing the previous chapters as well.

"I swear to god...one of these morning I'm going to have a heart attack."

You grumbled while sitting and held your head in your palm. You looked at Cherri who was in a makeshift cage made from a big plastic basket, trying to shake it and screeching. She had to learn her lesson some way. Your head was still pounding right now.

Then you looked at Husk who was trying his best to fit into the biggest shirt you had. The buttons on his chest were holding on for dear life. Honestly, it kinda made you jealous.

Husk was a black man who seemed to in his late 40's or 50's. He had black hair pulled back with white streaks on them as well as a small goatee. He had light yellow eyes that looked tired as hell. And the muscles in his hand, holy shit, it looked like he could easily carry you up like a feather. Husk was easily the best thing of this morning.

He of course also had feline features like before. A pair of black cat ears and tail adorned his form. He also had slitted black eyes. His nails were a bit sharper too.

And of course neither of you were prepared for him to transform in middle of sleeping, nobody was. God the embarrassment and confusion you felt when you opened your eyes to see an old handsome man staring at you with sleepy eyes, just as confused as you were.

You would have immediately swooned if not for the fact that you didn't know this guy and the fact he was shirtless, on your fucking bed, cuddling you.

So you did the first thing that came to your mind. You let out a loud scream and pushed him off the bed. He landed on the ground in front of Charlie and others with a big thud. "Oof, what the hell-" Cherri burst out laughing beside you. 'Now that's more like it!'

"Husk are you alright?" Charlie immediately kneeled down to check for injuries. "Husk??" You pulled the cover to your chest and looked down to see him properly. But you quickly averted your gaze when you saw he was shirtless with just a pant on. But that image will forever be engraved into your simp brain.

So after that was all over, you learnt what happened and caged Cherri. She was grounded till she learnt her lessons. You rubbed your head in frustration as Niffty brought you a cup of coffee.

"Here you go miss (Y/n)!"

You thanked her and took a sip. She still looked at you like she was waiting for something. Confused, you raised an eyebrow.

"...Do you need something Niffty?"

"You didn't pat my head." She said it like it was obvious and kept looking at you with wide eyes. You got surprised at this answer. 'She wants to be petted??' but then you remembered she was part dog now and that's probably the reason she was acting like this.

You reached out and patted her head making her smile happily as she wagged her tail. 'Adorable~' you thought in your mind.

Last night's memory was a bit hazy to you. You rubbed your head in frustration trying to remember it. Angel climbed onto the table grinning at you.

'Toots, didn't know ya were such a lightweight. Haha, but you gave quite a show last night, I'll give ya that." Niffty translated it, making you more worried. You asked her to recount the things to you. Pentious joined you since he wasn't there last night as well.

" I did what?"

Last night's memory came flooding back to you bit by bit as you listened. You, you finally petted Alastor's ears! You couldn't believe it.

'What's with the screaming, my dear?'

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. You grinned as you turned to face the stag. "I finally patted you, you smiling bastard!" You mentally cheered as you looked at him with a prideful smile. Alastor felt his face get hot again at that memory and he bonked you on the head with his antlers.

"OUCH what was that for!"

After you finished eating, you drove Charlie off to the cafe. Apparently Vaggie knew how to drive so she went with you two so she could memorize the roads. Once she memorizes she could drive Charlie sometimes as well.

After waving her off at the shop, you quickly departed. You let Vaggie take the wheel this time while you gave directions. Vaggie was an excellent driver. You were quite impressed.

Charlie took a deep breath as she got dropped off and watched you two drive away." This is it Charlie. You gotta make them proud. Right, let's do this!"  she entered the store after mentally cheering herself.

"Oh hi there Charlie. Good to see you back."

Adrian gave her a warm smile as he was middle of cleaning. He put the broom he was cleaning with aside and guided her to the counter. He gave her a new apron to wear that had the cafe's name on it.

"Alright, I'll show you the ropes first time. Then it'll be up to you."

Charlie nodded and took the apron.

"Also won't you take off those horns and ears? You're in middle of work now."

She gulped, right, these weren't normal. But she hadn't practiced what to say during this. She thought it would be okay since they didn't question it before.

"Uh...can they please stay on? I promise you they won't cause any trouble!"

"Huh? Oh..okay then. I just thought it might be easier if you took them off."

Just then a ring sounded out from the door, signaling someone entered the shop. Adrian flashed Charlie a quick look while smiling.

"Come on, it's showtime!"

At evening, you went to go pick up Charlie. As Charlie was about to get into the car, Adrian called out to her.

"Charlie, wait!"

You and Charlie both looked at Adrian who rushed to you guys with a small bag.

"A small gift for your first day at work." He handed Charlie the bag and grinned.

"There's a piece of strawberry cake inside. Have a safe return home."

Charlie delightfully thanked him and got back into the car. While you were driving she told you about her experience which you listened to happily. It seemed like the day went pretty well. Even though there weren't much customers, Charlie enjoyed her time there. Plus from what you heard and saw, Adrian seemed to be a good boss.

The next day, you drove Charlie again as Vaggie sat with you. Pentious joined you this time as some of his works were done. Husk came as well to buy some clothes and as well as take a look at the human world. During the drive, Husk remembered something.

"Hey kid, I forgot to ask you this before but who the hell is cottontails?"

Those words hit you like a lightning as you brain started to overwhelm with memories. It's been a long while since you heard that name.

"W-where did you hear that name?"

"When you were holding me a day ago. You whispered you missed whatever it was."

"That was my pet bunny...I lost him when I was six. That night, my parents had a huge argument after dinner and we moved to my uncles house the very next day. In the end, I never knew what happened to it."

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You weren't allowed to keep pets when you were a child. Your dad claimed it would be a waste of time and it will take your attention away from your duties. One day, while you were walking outside on your lawn, you stumbled across a small frail baby bunny. There was only one and it looked like it didn't even have the energy to move. After looking around, you found no signs of any other rabbits around.

You found yourself in a pickle. Your heart cried to take it home and care for it. But another part of you warned that if your father found out, you'd be in big trouble. You picked up the small thing, lost in thought and whispering "What am I going to do with you little bunny? "

The bunny moved a little and sniffed your hand, making your heart swoon. You decided immediately "Heck with it! Having a small bunny will be fine! Plus they won't make any noises like kitties or doggies! I can do this! I'll just need to be careful!"

The bunny again stopped moving in your arms and seemingly fell asleep. Your eyes glazed over it, trying to think of a name.

"I think I'll call you....mr.cottontails!"

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Several months went by after getting mr.cottontails. You kept him under your bed. You always cleaned your own room by yourself so it wasn't a problem. You would let him run around your room once you locked the door and quickly hide him when someone was coming. Your dad was quite suspicious at how you looked so cherry recently but didn't question it. On the other hand, your mom was quite happy with this change in you.

Then one day, while you were on your way to your room after finished studying with your tutor, you spotted your dad. He seemed to be amused by something. He spotted you as well and gave you a smile.

"Isn't it a nice day today? Are you doing alright (Y/n)?"

You were taken aback by his sudden change of attitude but nodded and said everything was fine. Something was clearly wrong, you could feel it in your gut.

You rushed to your room after that and looked for your rabbit. It was gone... "Cottontail? Mr.cottontail??" You called out yet you couldn't spot the familiar ball of fluff running towards you like usual.

You spent the rest of the day trying to find him but no avail. There was no sign of him anywhere. And you couldn't even ask anyone else if they've seen him cause you're not supposed to have one in the first place.

Then your mind went to your father earlier, it had to him! That's why that damn man was smiling at you.

At dinnertime, you were fighting to keep your tears from coming out. You couldn't afford to let yourself be broken in front of him. You knew that he knew about you knowing what he did. He was just waiting for you to burst so he can properly punish you for going against his rules.

While your mom was serving you the stew for that night's dinner, she could sense something was wrong.

"(Y/n) dear, is everything alright?"

"Y-yes, mom, everything's fine. Don't worry."

"Of course everything's fine with her. (Y/n), today's stew is extra delicious, go ahead and try." Your dad said from across the table, grinning at you. You couldn't bear to look at this man's face properly. The rest of the dinner was quiet with you almost crying in the middle.

After you finished eating, you went straight to your room and locked the door and started crying. Sometime later, you heard your parents fighting over something. You pulled a pillow over you head to stop hearing to those as you sobbed harder.

You hated this. You hated screaming and fighting. You hated living here. You hated your dad. You hated it, hated it, hated it.

You wanted to go out and be with your mom. But you knew better then to do that. The last time you did, you just made things worse. You don't know after how long, it could have been several minutes or several hours, but your mom knocked on your door to tell you to pack and that you're leaving. The rest of the time went down in a haze and before you knew it, you both were standing in front of your aunt's house.

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After dropping off Charlie, you and Pentious went around shops to try and resell those fixed products and let Vaggie show Husk around a little. You successfully managed to resell some of the products.

After that, you bought some cloths for the bartender. Husk had been nagging you nonstop to buy some booze since the beginning. So you did, but you made him use his puppy eyes first. Husk hated every second of that but he swallowed down his pride for booze. He was too far gone at that point.

After coming home, you received a delivery of the cards you ordered. You immediately got down to opening them after squealing in happiness.

"Please give me an Alastor card.. please give me an Alastor card..."

"You really want Alastor's card that badly?" Charlie said laughing and sitting next to you.

"Of course I do! He's my favourite character!" You mumbled while collecting the packs from the box. Suddenly you could feel eyes on you from the back. You sighed.

"Alastor I can feel your smugness from here, stop it." You turned around at the deer behind you.

'I didn't do anything dear. I'm just standing here and observing ' Alastor had shit eating grin in his face. 'Though I am very much charmed you consider me as your favourite.'

"Someone tell me what he's saying. I know he's enjoying this too much." You picked up a pack and finally opened it.

Niffty translated it for you. "Yeah well I liked you better when you were in a cartoon, not annoying my ass off."

The first holo card you got was of Charlie's. Charlie's face lit up seeing it and immediately showed it to Vaggie. You got Angel, tom treanch and a new character called lute in too. After opening  three more packs, you were presented with holo Angel, Vellevette and razzle and dazzle. And you also found an ultra rare card of Lilith. Yet there was no sign of Alastor.

You were lucky enough to get normal cards for most of the cast present with you though. You handed them their own cards. Sighing you picked up the final pack and looked Alastor dead in the eye.

"You better be in here deer boy."

'Oh she means business this time angie.' Cherri chuckled leaning onto the spider. 'yeah and this shits hilarious to watch.' Both of their own cards were in front of them. Angel with his holo card and Cherri with the normal one.

"Is that a fucking condom you're holding there?" Husk was leaning down looking at Angel's card while pointing at it. Angel shot him a smug grin while wriggling his eyebrows. 'Yeah, it is. You like what you see here kitty?'

Husk didn't say anything and just knocked Angel away with a flick of his fingers. The corner of his lips turned up seeing how easily he can move angel away now.

'What, hey! What the fuck Husk?!'

"You deserved it."

With your heart pounding, you opened the last pack and pulled out the holo one. Others looked at you eagerly to see your reactions.

"I fucking got Alastor! Let's go!"

You jumped up on your bed from the excitement, surprising everyone.

"Look! Look! Alastor it's you!" You practically shoved the card in front of his face, making him take a step back. Before he could see clearly you took back the card to see it again while fangirling.

"Look at my little boy with all these creepy symbols around him! He's so pretty!" You were so happy that you couldn't care less that the real Alastor was right in front of you. Until Alastor nudged you on your head with his antlers and grabbed the card with his teeth.

"Hey, give it back!" You streached your hand to grab it but he turned around and placed the card on the table before you could do anything. He finally took a good look at his card. 'Hm, not bad.' You finally went to the table and snatched it back.

After you carefully stored the cards, you began preparing dinner while humming. Angel and Cherri was lazily sitting on the counter while looking at you.

'Hey Angel, how come we didn't transform yet? It sucks being in this form..'

'You tell me toots. That snake boy and kitty cat got to transform before I did. Now that's some bullshit right there.'

'There's gotta be some kinda link somewhere right?'

'There have to be! Wait..if we think about it... when they all transformed...they were all with (Y/n) right?'

'Shit, Angie you might be onto somethin'

You gave the guys their food. You had to drag Husk to the dinner table since he was passed out drunk on the couch. You called Pentious from outside as well. Recently he took on a new task. He volunteered to fix the shitty wooden sofa set you had. You were truly grateful for that.

During dinner, Cherri climbed on top of your right shoulder and Angel on left. You paused eating to look at them with confusion.

'We decided that we want to stay as close to (Y/n) we can from now on!'  Cherri said making everyone squint their eyes at them.

"Uh, guys...can y'all tell me what they're saying?"

Charlie translated it for you making you even more confused.

"But why?"

'Because we want to!'

Everyone just shook their head thinking this pair was just being their usual chaotic self. But you realised they weren't joking when you went to sleep and they both cuddled up to you, declaring they'll sleep there. Normally you'd think this was cute, however there were two problems.

One, is that, you might move in your sleep and accidentally squish these small creatures. Especially Angel.

Two, they were laying on your chest....

"Angel..Cherri...can I ask why you decided THIS would be a good place to sleep on?"

'What? Ya got nice pair of tit's and they make a nice pillow.'

'Plus Husk slept too did't he?'

Niffty who was sitting beside you translated it making you go blush madly. You quickly shoved them both away and pulled the cover closer to yourself.

"Fuck no. Pervert! I was drunk that time! Either sleep on a pillow next to me or get out of my room!"

At last they both slept next to you after you scolded them for some time. Next two days went the same way. Angel and Cherri were with you everywhere. They even tried to sneak into your shower before you found out and kicked them out. Currently they were both sitting on top of your kitchen counter, munching on nuts and fruits lazily. Husk was making himself a burger currently.

'Nothin's working...where did we go wrong?'

'We definitely missed something. Our plan was bulletproof! We're just missing one key point...'

'We spent the whole last two days with 'er twenty four hours. I think we have seen and know everything about her already! We even know how she almost cried while editing her news'

'Or how she tilts her head when she doesn't understand something?' Cherri piped in.

'or when she sings when she thinks no one was listening.' Angel said laughing. 'Oh her face is priceless when she gets caught. She still sometimes forgets that she lives with a whole bunch of demons now.'

'Have you noticed the BL manga's of her's-'

They continued chatting like this for a while, pointing out small details that you do, things that you like or dislike and laughing amongst themselves.

'Haha...that girl really is something..'

'Yeah, She's completely my type.'

'Ya might want to confess quickly then. Otherwise I might just steal her first ' Angel said winking. Cherri scoffed and bumped him with her tail.

'Hey what gives? I thought you were gay?'

'I am, But who am I to resist a sweet thing like her. She's an exception.'

' You already have Alastor and Husk to fawn over. Leave (Y/n) to me bastard.'

'No can do sweetheart. First come, first serve'

They both looked at each others eyes for a second then burst out laughing. It might seem like they were joking from the front, but they both knew they were seriously attracted to you.

Suddenly they both got engulfed in golden light. Husk stopped in the middle of biting his burger and looked at them wide eyed. Now in place of the spider and the squirrel, there were two humans.

Angel and Cherri looked at each other, wide eyed. Angel opened his mouth first.

"Shit I think I know the key behind transforming!"

A.n: Now I know there are tons of fanarts of human Husk with White skin but I'll always headcannon Husk as a black man, the same colour as his VA. And I'll die on this hill defending that.

Plus it's refreshing to have different veraites of race and colour presented (⁠~⁠‾⁠▿⁠‾⁠)⁠~

Also might go on a little break since some of my important college exams are coming up. Hope ya enjoyed the chapter ~

Tag list: @legostars @glowinthedarkbones1150 @darifes @aria-tempest @rainbowcake1212 @luxylucylou

[strxytwig]

Gojo Got Drunk

Gojo Satoru x gn!reader

Summary: You went out for your annual holiday drinks with some coworkers. This year, Gojo drank something other than soda. You weren't ready for the antics.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Gojo being drunk, slight angst

A/N: Doing a small character study with this blue eyed princess. I also haven't written in months and I'm extremely rusty af

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You found Gojo’s bobbing figure amusing, like watching one of those bendy inflatables. He sluggishly clung to whoever was nearest, face colored red from drinking and his head lolled side to side between conversation. The first victim of the night, Nanami, could only handle his drunk antics for so long before he slid out of the booth and left the white-haired sorcerer moping and making grabby hands to anyone whose name he could drunkenly sound out.

Normally, Gojo composed himself when out for drinks. He stuck to soda or a mocktail while acting the biggest fool among other drunks. How he let himself go tonight made no sense to the rest of you, nor were you that concerned. He acted no different to any other day, albeit a little clingier. Gojo was always loud.

"He's an idiot," Shoko said when you stared too long at his bobbing head. You turned your attention to her as she filled your glasses for the third round. "I doubt he even had two drinks."

"Yeah." You laughed to yourself, shifting in your booth seat. "It's kind of funny." You looked back at him when he toyed with the tiny umbrella in his drink. His mouth dropped in a pout with the overhead light reflecting off of his shades. "I don't think I've ever seen him drunk."

"Enjoy it while it lasts. He's not going to drink again after this."

You hummed. "Guess he really is a lightweight."

"Nice bracelet," Shoko said. You looked down to where she pointed at the shiny bangle on your wrist. "Where'd you get it?"

"I got it as a present from my mom." You twisted your wrist a little to show it off. "Between this or the fuzzy socks I got from her and the fountain pen from my dad, this one seemed appropriate for tonight."

"Would have loved to see you in your fuzzy socks." Shoko rested her chin in her hand.

"Yeah, I guess." You set your wrist down and shrugged. "I don't know. It feels like we're not close anymore."

"Are you going home for New Year's?"

You shook your head. "No point in trying."

She narrowed her eyes. "I get it." She sighed and took a drink from her glass. "It's a tough job with tough hours."

"Sometimes, I wonder if I should have taken my cousin's advice and worked an office job." You pouted. "Then again, that's a whole different hell."

"No rest for the wicked."

"No." You sighed and sank deeper into your chair.

An arm quickly slung around your shoulder. At the same moment, they tugged, dragging you down into someone's chest. You floundered and stabilized yourself before you could fall out of the booth. Your hands gripped the table for purchase. Your heart raced from the jolt

"Why the long face?" Gojo chastised you,bending his knees. "It's Christmas Eve. You should be happy!"

You frowned at him. "Gojo!"

"Satoru!" He cheered with a big grin.

"Why aren't you at your booth?" You attempted to look over his shoulder at the long-abandoned booth, but Gojo pulled you closer.

"I got lonely. Nobody would sit with me." He leaned closer to look at both you and Shoko. "But that's fine because I got you two lovelies."

"Count me out." Shoko slipped out of her side of the boot and grabbed her drink. "I don't need a headache this early in the night."

You watched her helplessly. "Shoko."

"Take care." She half-heartedly waved before weaving around the bar to a different group.

You tried to follow her with your eyes, hoping she'd feel the heat of your stare, but Gojo wedged himself into the seat beside you clumsily with his arm still around your shoulders. He laughed boisterously and set his drink with the tiny umbrella on the table beside yours. Every move he made only jostled you.

"What's up!"

You frowned and tried to pull away from him, but he wouldn't let you. "Gojo..."

"Have I ever told you how pretty your eyes are?" He tilted his head down, correcting it when it started to roll.

"Yes." You looked away flustered. "Many times."

"It's cute when you play hard-to-get."

The alcohol burned your cheeks. "We're dating."

"You don't act like it." He absentmindedly blew air into your face.

"That's-" You were at a loss.

He wasn't wrong. The two of you started dating four months prior, after his constant and incessant flirting. Contrary to popular belief, you were the one to ask him out. It took small deliberation on his part before he agreed to be your boyfriend, only after you swore it didn't have to be serious. He didn't like serious. You accepted that.

So, the sudden personality flip this past month embarrassed you to no end. He was touchy and affectionate like no tomorrow. You struggled to keep up with this change. It happened out of nowhere. From casual dates and hookups to him being everything he agreed not to be. You worried you'd find a heart box of chocolates on your counter tomorrow morning for Christmas.

"What, you don't like me?" He pouted and leaned closer.

"I like you," you assured, placing your hand on his chest to keep him from falling onto you. "I'm just- you're drunk and you won't remember this tomorrow. So, I don't see why we should discuss it now."

"I'll remember." He pulled away to pout more. "I'm not going to forget what you said."

"Gojo." You sighed and started over. "Satoru-"

He hummed in content and fell into you, burying his face in your neck. "Yeah?"

"Why are you so...different?"

He slumped against your shoulder. "What do you mean?"

"You weren't like this a month ago." You tried to pull away to look at him, but he wrapped his arm around your side, keeping you locked in place. "You're really touchy."

"I'm your boyfriend," he answered breezily, if a little slurred. "I want to be a good boyfriend."

Your stomach twisted into a knot. "Satoru-"

"I love you," he muttered. He buried himself into your neck more. "Is that what you want to hear?"

Your heart dropped into your stomach. You lost your breath, trying to decide if what you heard was real. It was a mistake. He mumbled and you misheard.

"What?"

He nuzzled your neck. "I love you," he said with more clarity.

"Satoru." You managed to nudge him away so you could look at him properly. You pushed his shades up to his hairline and saw his eyes for the first time that night. Red-rimmed and shiny with unshed tears. You inhaled softly. "Satoru, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I love you." He turned you to him and held you by the shoulders. "That's enough, right?"

The look in his eyes told you he wasn't all there. As if he was looking right through you. You ignored the rest of the noise from the bar and focused on Satoru. Even if he weren't drunk, you would be worried. 

"Yes. Of course, that's enough." You nodded your head.

"You don't have to love me back," he said, pulling you into a hug as he buried his head in your shoulder. "It's okay. Don't leave."

"I won't." You returned the hug. Was this moving too fast? Were you ready for the next step in your relationship? Would he feel the same way in the morning? Would you? It didn’t matter."And I love you too."

He laughed breathlessly into your shirt. "Can I kiss you?"

"You don't have to ask."

He pulled away slightly to bring his mouth to yours. It was slow and hesitant, the way he hovered. In the long second he hesitated, you wondered what would come of this. He stared into your eyes for a long moment before he closed his eyes and relinquished himself to the kiss. You reciprocated with ease, relaxing your body and melting into him.

When he broke the kiss, he buried his face in your shoulder again. "I love you, Suguru."

Your heart stopped beating.

Satoru nuzzled you closer. "Don't leave this time."

You swallowed dryly.

He slumped against you. "I love you."

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[jealousmartini]

Hii, one day I came across ur acc, and I loved it! Even the aura I scripted for my kpop drs, is the same as yours but with some different things lol Today while still deciding some things to add to my aura, I realize that I REALLY wanna create some drama. Like me and an idol having beef, or me defending myself bc a female iodl wants to beat me up idk but I feel like i'm the only one lmao. I see everyone wanna be friends with their idols and their s/o but I wanna be an idol specially to know all the drama going behind the cameras, the HOT tea. Like did 2 male idols ever beat the sh#t out of each other back of the MAMA building during awards shows? Or how do idols ever go to parties with out being caught? And if so, do idols who are minors go to parties?? Bc I'm a minor rn, and I'm going to shift with my age, and I LOVE parties 🤩 but I'm not gonna script things like "all idols can go out freely" bc I wanna see the raw thing, how idols actually live.

Actually I just came here to ask u if u have any drama with another idols in ur dr, or if u plan to script anyone. And if so who and why? 🧐 But I ended speaking too much lmao. Anyways, love ur account 🫶🏾🫶🏾

OH MY GOSH ITS YOU! I REMEMBER WHEN I FIRST SAW YOU LIKE ONE OF MY POSTS BUT YOUR PFP THREW ME OFF CUS I THOUGHT IT WAS ME LMAO😭😭😭

ANYWAY HEY SWEETHEART IM SO GLAD YOU LOVE MY BLOG❤️❤️ AND OHH MYY GODD I LOVE THIS ASK SO MUCH I HAVE SO MUCH I WANT TO SAY SO ILL BULLETPOINT THEM

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DRAMA, CONTROVERSIES, AND SCANDALS.

DATING RUMOURS

First I'll start off by saying Taehyung and Jennie were 100% dating back in 2017-2019 and those pictures taken of them were definitely real.

And speaking of BTS members dating other idols, the biggest controversial dating rumour circulating BTS is if Jungkook and Chae Kyung are secretly dating because of the amount of references we've have made about each other and the candid pictures taken of us hanging out

Other than him, I do have like 5-6 dating rumours with other idols too but "KyuKook" or "Rookie" is the most popular ship surrounding me in my reality.

Also I kind of have a thing for controversial ships can't lie. I am a freak for older men (AS LONG AS ITS ONLY THE MEN I LIKE LMAOO😭😭) so I do not care if fans ship me with yoongi or jin or whatever cus I may or may not have scripted it but that's none of your business.

BEEF RUMOURS

Now see me personally I don't have any real beef with any idols but more with anonymous haters. There are countless meme clips of me responding to haters cussing them out and fact checking them it's actually hilarious how I am 85% of the reason why O.M.G is called the messiest group.

Yeah no beef rumours for me

IDOLS GO PARTYING

No one actually understands how much I love this topic because in this reality, I am not big on parties but I wish I liked them so ive scripted in my kpop dr that I enjoy parties (I also scripted I'm a bit of a lightweight just to be dramatic) and I have always wondered how idols got away with sneaking out to parties some of the time unnoticed.

Of course not always because of those candid pictures of idols walking together and dancing in a club but the idea of it is so exciting to me plus I don't really gaf if a fan sees me and I get hate for it lmao. I'm out here dancing and being shipped with YOUR "oppa", and YOU'RE🫵🏾 not!

If anything, I am looking forward to those candid pictures cus I love the attention so nah I'm not scripting "idols can go partying freely" I LIVE FOR THE DRAMA. GIVE ME THAT ADRENALINE RUSH🗣🗣‼️

[chaifootsteps]

Lightweights podcast interview: Viv says the rest of the story is about the ‘Goetic’ society (not even a word btw) with kings, other princes explored and stolas perspective in all of that, amongst ‘all these new characters’ Dear god stop adding characters woman. She also said if stolas died there would be no show.

jeez, Viv isn't even trying to pretend Blitz or IMP are the main characters anymore

this is the biggest criticism people have of the show and she just admits it's totally the case and she's doubling down on it?

and thing is, how the nobles work and what the stakes are for this stupid divorce is something the show should flesh out. but it should have done it long before now and just in the background of its B plot

it boggles my mind Viv thinks she's improved as a writer when she keeps doing everything backwards and her stans insist it's good writing when she fixes problems she shouldn't have caused in the first place

I'm so out after s2. I'm never bothering to watch an episode in full again, I'll just read summaries to see how bad it gets. I could care less about Stolas' family drama if it takes over the whole show

also 'there's no show without Stolas'. besides him usurping Blitz, way to kill the tension completely whenever he's in danger. he's obviously never gonna die, the audience is just with him forever

"I've improved as a writer. Also, there's no show without my favorite character that my audience is increasingly saying they hate."

Oh, Viv. Don't ever change...just kidding, it's obvious you never will.

[fakeboycorrection]

Fakeboy storytime 3(I think?)

You wake up, tired and groggy, trying to remember what happened.

Last thing you remember, you were at the local gay bar. There were tons of dudes around you, but you had taken interest in one of the biggest guys in there. He was tall, handsome, and huge as hell, exactly your type....

Most of the guys around were twinks, a little feminine, or trans, like you. But not this guy. He was 100% masculine, and you loved it. You started flirting with him as soon as you saw him, and he seemed receptive. You were upfront with him about being trans and he was extremely respectful about it, still interested, though you were surprised at how much this shocked him. You never thought that you passed very well, but apparently he couldn't tell. Nice.

He offered to buy you a few drinks across the night, and you gladly accepted. You never considered yourself a lightweight, but the second drink he gave you, right after you got back from the bathroom, hit you hard. You were feeling tired. Confused. Dizzy. But he was kind. He offered up his water to you, took you outside, and got you in the back of his car, promising to get you home. You felt so nice and safe with him, slowly falling asleep in his car.

And now, there you were, waking up, strapped down to some kind of metal table. You felt like a piece of meat on display. You tried to yell out, but your mouth was gagged. You looked around. The room was dark and looked like some kind of basement. The walls looked thick and hard, and you weren't sure how deep you were. Wherever you were now, no one was going to hear you, even without that gag in your mouth.

You heard footsteps behind you. Slowly walking into your vision was the man from the bar last night. Your eyes suddenly widened as things started to make sense.... you couldn't believe how dumb you'd been. You'd fallen right into his hands.

"Well, good morning, sweetheart..." the man said. It was only then the you realized, you didn't even know this man's name, and he'd never bothered to ask yours. You two barely knew each other, and yet you'd been dumb enough to trust him this much...

"I'm sure you've already figured out where this is going, but if you haven't, I'll try to be upfront with you." He said, tearing off the small amount of fabric hiding your front hole from the world. You could only stare down in horror as he gazed at your body hungrily, getting ready to feast...

"Such a beautiful pussy... it's a shame that you hide it behind the disguise of being a girl." A wave of embarrassment washed over you. Not only was this man going to rape you, but he had lied about everything... he didn't even see you and crave you as a man, he wanted you as a girl. You struggled against your restraints, but it was no use. You were much too weak to break free.

The man started touching your pussy lightly, and you jolted up at the stimulation. "We're going to have plenty of fun, but I have another surprise to show you first..." he grabbed a remote from a nearby table and turned a monitor on, revealing a live camera feed of you, accompanied by a long list of chat messages.

"Say hello to your adoring audience, my beautiful girl..." the man smirked at you as your eyes flicked up and down, reading the chat messages. "They'll be giving me some... suggestions... on what to do with you tonight... you better hope they're merciful. Although, usually their arousal trumps any feelings of kindness they might have."

You read some of the messages.

'Fuck her pussy and make her cry'

'Breed her and leave the stream up 24/7! I want to see her swell...'

'Torture the bitch! She needs to know her place'

And there were some darker ones as well, some that scared you... some that made you worry that you'd never leave this basement again, if your captor decided to give in to those suggestions. You started shaking in fear, already crying, trying to plead with him their your gag.

"Oh? Feeling a little nervous about your first live performance? Don't worry, my dear... I'll start off slow with you, then ramp up over the next few weeks... but, by the end of this, I'll be doing literally anything they ask... I hope you weren't too attached to your freedom before this, because you can kiss it goodbye." He smiled, turning to read some of the messages for himself. "Ah, 'Make her admit that she's just a girl'. That's a good one... you did try to fool me at that bar, claiming to be a man and everything... you'll need some severe fixing for that." He started unbuckling his pants getting up onto the table and straddling your trapped body.

"Let's see how long it takes until you throw away all those silly "boy" thoughts, my pretty little girl.

You closed your eyes, trying to hide yourself from him in any way possible as he leaned in, kissing your neck and feeling up your sides. You could hear his throat growling quietly, right as his cock met the entrance to your front hole. Then, you heard him laugh.

"You're already wet for my cock? This might be easier than I thought..." your eyes shot open. Why the hell were you wet? You knew you weren't enjoying this, and yet...

You couldn't finish the thought as his cock entered you, deeper than you'd ever felt before. You'd only ever fooled around with other trans guys in the past, usually just doing stuff with your hands and mouths. But this... this was different... it felt like an entirely new experience. You felt your body betraying you, starting to enjoy the man's cock thrusting in and out of your pussy... you couldn't stop yourself from lightly moaning. The man just smiled down at you, proud of how easily you were being broken down.

"Such a good girl... your audience is loving it..." he grunted, thrusting harder. You couldn't deny it now, that it felt physically good, but in your mind, you were still terrified of him. Scared about what he might do to you in the days to come. Afraid of how far he might go. The chat wasn't scared of going too far though, as you read a few more messages, feeling his cock fill up every inch of you hole. You glanced over at it, reading more.

'Cum inside!'

'Never let this bitch go, she's taking it so well already. She's a keeper.'

'Get some of the toys out, this is boring'

And one more messages, the implications of which scared you more than you could ever have realized...

'Do you think he'll do an auction on this one, or just dispose of her when he's done? I'd love to own that piece of meat...'

Reading that made you realize that there were only two ways that this captivity was going to end, and neither sounded pleasant. You started to cry again, a harsh contrast to the incredible feelings happening inside your cunt. Your captor just laughed.

"Finally figuring out just how fucked you are, hm? Well, don't worry, I've got a gift for you..." he leaned in and bit your neck hard, probably drawing blood, until you finally felt a warm feeling filling up your insides, accompanied by his grunts. You could feel his cock pulsing as he filled you up with his load, to the point that it started dripping all over the floor, spilling out everywhere, such a massive load...

After nearly a minute of cumming, he finally pulled out, looking down to admire his work. "Yep, that's a properly used pussy... I'm sure you feel like a real "man" now, don't you cunt? Dripping cum out of your pussy, so 'masculine'." He said, laughing. "Well, that was fun, but we've got plenty more work to do." He got up and walked over to the monitor, reading through more chat messages. Your heart sunk as he looked through more and more messages, that just seemed to be getting more humiliating and violent by the second.

"Let's see... that one looks fun!" He said, pointing to a specific message. "Should help us break your dumb little boy thoughts..."

You read the message, and your heart sunk.

'Breed her.'

[moonspirit]

Unsure if you’ve answered this before, but who among the ambassadors do you think is the biggest lightweight?

Who is everyone slightly worried about because they’re always hammered halfway through their second pint of beer?

Alternatively, who do you think can hold their liquor the best and is only tipsy even after multiple drinks?

Hello!

Yeah I think I've answered something similar but quite a while ago... tumblr's most likely swallowed it into the void xD

If we're talking about the Ambassadors Six... then the lightweight is Armin and the heavyweight is Pieck xD

Armin is... well, obvious; he begins with great gusto, reassuring everyone y'know, like "It's fine guys, it's fine, I'm not as bad as you all say I am... come on now, the big pint, yes!"

And then he proceeds to collapse halfway through the very first pint alone hahaha xD This boy cannOT handle much liquor, I'll tell you. Poor guy, but honest to god it's so fucking cute.

Pieck, on the other hand... you can't beat her. You'd think Reiner or Jean would be heavyweights but... no, it's Pieck ._. By Ymir, she can hold her liquor!! She always looks smashed, and that's how everyone lets their guards down but she's still the sharpest in the lot! If there's drinking games, she's winning even before they've started :3

But! If Levi & Onyankopon come into the picture.... Levi's the lightweight!! Man doesn't drink a single liquid except water and tea, what do you mean "does he have tolerance?"?? On the other hand, Onyankopon knows how to drink, giving Pieck a tough fight!

[undead-potatoes]

Okay I feel like I'm gonna get hanged, drawn, and quartered for saying this, but I'm kinda disappointed with the Veilguard soundtrack so far?

The previous titles had such strong musical identities, even when the series switched composer, and I had really hoped for something more interesting from Mr. Zimmer here. So far most of it just comes across as kinda generic and unmemorable, unless it's actively reusing bits from Zur and Morris' work on previous titles.

Hans Zimmer isn't exactly some lightweight nobody, he's one of the biggest living composers on the planet, so I had really hoped for a little more magic than what we're given.

[foxglovefaun]

Hey yo!! I was just lookin over ur sketchbooks stuff, which is,,,,so grand and soulful I can’t put much words to it and wanted to ask do u use a specific type of pencil? Or any special thing like that?

thank you so much!! <3 ;0; my sketchbook is my safe place rn, so this means a lot. and i do! i have a lot of specific pencils. i have a series of tools that are in my everyday artbox, and i've narrowed down a collection that's been pretty reliable for me. i can introduce you! :) ...ok but r u ready for a infodump because

ok this is my everyday Graphite Mechanical Pencil Squad. I always have them in my box and i use them for just about every pencil drawing in my sketchbook.

(I added a post break because I didn’t think about it before :3 )

from top to bottom: - Steadtler: Mars Technico 2.0 -> used for longer pencil studies and anatomy stuff, as well as experiments with comic-style hatching. has a tiny built-in sharpener! I like using this for drawing the base for portraits coz it's got a real consistent value - Sakura: Sumo Grip 0.7 -> comfy. :) big. :) - Tombow: Mono Graph 0.5 -> my current baseline. I've used this pencil since 2021 when i first started recovering from burnout. I really like its weight balance, as the feed end is quite heavy. This pencil was engineered for writing though, so while it has a "rotating lead mechanism", it doesn't activate while I'm drawing. Apparently it's supposed to rotate the lead as you write so it stays sharp. :0 - Uni: Kuru Toga 0.3 -> very lightweight, sometimes feels fragile but is durable as hell. I use this for really fine lines, like details in the eyes or hatching around the nose in really small portraits. I used to use this size more in college, but I use it less nowadays.

speakin of that damb MonoGraph, i have S e v e r a l

I have six currently, which feels like a bananas number of mechanicals to carry at one time, but five of them carry different color leads that i use super regularly so i ignore this.

you probably are familiar with my multi-color sketches with blue and red and pink n stuff, and these are what i use for that. sometimes i use light blue to sketch, then clean it up with the dark blue, and then add portrait details with red. Other times i sketch with pink and then define everything with purple. anyway

i load them all up with Uni Nano Dia color leads. Historically I've used Pentel red leads and Prismacolor Col-Erase wood pencils, but these are my favorite now. They are all erasable and erase pretty well! (The lavender does not specify that it is erasable, but i assure you, it will submit to an eraser.)

speakin of erasers. This has actually been the most difficult squad to narrow down, as erasers are all super different from one another, even within the same brand. Sometimes they smear my shit, sometimes they rip up the paper, sometimes they lift okay but still leave a ghost. not these. These guys are reliable. They help me move. They text me back. - Muji: plastic eraser, hard type, black -> this was my biggest most recent surprise. Muji has very affordable minimalist materials that can look cheap on the surface level, but tbh I've never had an eraser serve me so well. When it comes to erasable marks, it lifts EVERYTHING off of my Talens sketchbook. I wish it came in a stick format for more control, but the brick will have to do for now. - Tombow: Mono Stick, plastic eraser -> bless. Soft to the touch but doesn't need a shit ton of pressure to lift stuff out and clean up. Performs consistently and creates a super clear surface. My favorite standard-sized stick eraser, hands down. - Tombow: Mono Knock -> badass. I've had this thing in my arsenal since 2008. I found my first pink one in Japantown San Francisco and carried it all the way to QC with me in 2020. It was finally put to rest after it broke in 2022, and was immediately replaced with the green one. It's kind of hard for an eraser, which is good because the skinny ones can tear under pressure, but it's precise, clean, and usually lifts everything out. Excellent for portraiture. It's also great for drawing on its own and I'll draw highlights or carve out shapes in big smudgy fields of grey. I highly recommend this tool. - Tombow: Mono Zero, elastomer eraser -> weird. so smol. does cool shit tho. This is my smallest eraser ever, and it took a while to find one in stock. It is so very fine that it has its own refill method and part of it is reinforced with plastic. It's clean tho, and so goddamb precise. - Kneaded eraser, brand ???? i dont remember, probably Mars : I love my kneaded eraser. I've always used it to press and lift when it comes to sketchbook stuff, but i recently learned that you can just kinda ROLL IT across your surface and it will lighten EVERYTHING, EVENLY. I lost my shit tbh, nobody ever told me I could use it like that and now I get legit excited to use it. Very satisfying. But also very sticky and sometimes Bad Texture, so I keep it in a little tin. along with the whole series i described, I also carry these with me in my box. Just misc tools that also live here. Tiny sharpener, blenders, supplementary erasers and pencils.

I also have a small frame-style box that I keep my basic wood drawing pencils in, as well as the tiny eraser and the 2.0 pencil because they fit. :)

Everyone lives in here, and i like that the box can sorta serve as a work surface too, using the lid like a lil table. It's also easy AF to just toss everything in there, so cleaning up my workspace takes less than a minute now.

i use all of these whenever doin sketchbook stuff. I always keep them in my newest travel box, which has served me very well when going down the avenue to draw outside. :)

i hope this gives u some feedback for choosing your own tools! :D I get my materials from all over the place, but when I was picking up the Mono Graphs en masse I was getting them from Stationery Pal at a pretty significant discount.

thank u for ur interest. :3 I have been wanting to assemble a post like this for a while and it felt good to just sit n think about my tools for a little bit. anyway. :3 take care. thanks <3 Hope this answered your question! (and hope it wasnt too much lmao sdfjkgskdjhfkjshd)

[jungkook97]

it's a bad idea, right? || jjk & myg

pairing: jungkook x female!reader, yoongi x female!reader word count: ~8.8k rating: ma genre: romcom, smut (not too detailed though!), fake dating to lovers, non-idol!au, roommates au, jungkook is a lovesick little bitch, y/n is toxica and aloof, yoongi is y/n’s “perfect” ex who she wants back

summary: yoongi and y/n broke up and she wants him back. desperately. so much so that she got a fake boyfriend (aka her annoying BUT attractive roommate) to get him jealous.

what a terrible idea.

notes: UM i didn't intend for it to end that way but i'm horny for the both of them saur. yeah! sharing is caring lol

© jungkook97 2023. do not repost or modify. please ask for permission to translate.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

You emerged from the sheets, silent.

BANG.

“I know you’re in there,” a voice echoed through the door. You grimaced, sitting up. It was your roommate again and frankly, you had enough of the guy.

It has been a few days since you and Yoongi had called it quits and you had warned very loudly to your roommate, Jungkook, that you’d be on an emotional rollercoaster for the next few days. It was a clear warning from the jump that you would be loud in your cries, perhaps unkempt and smelly from the depression, and so on and so forth. You said you weren’t going to see him so much as you’d be in bed, eyes puffy and red. 

“Am I being too loud?” you asked the obvious, but Jungkook just sighed, body shifting against the door.

“Just open the damn door. I need to talk to you.”

Grumbling, you pulled the blanket off your body and slinked over, slowly cracking the door open. 

“Jesus, you look terrible!” Jungkook exclaimed, eyebrows furrowing together. He broke into a little chuckle to himself before you told him to kindly fuck off with a soft smile. Even though Jungkook can be the biggest asshole, he still didn’t entirely pissed you off. 

Probably because the kid is very attractive, you thought to yourself, sighing. Oh, pretty people. Getting away with everything per usual.  

“What do you want?” you got straight to the point. It was at least midnight at this point, and you couldn’t help but to realize that you hadn’t eaten. Of course, you didn’t plan to have dinner, especially with Jungkook being around and making fun of your cooking (What a jerk, you thought, he could flawlessly make anything). Nonetheless, your stomach betrayed you anyway, gurgling as Jungkook pointed at you as if you’ve been caught with some marijuana or something. 

“Ah, I was about to ask if you’re hungry because I made some extra food and there it goes~” he hummed, laughing as he slid the door even more open. “Come on, it’s tasty. You know it’s always tasty…unlike my lo–”

“Okay,” you interrupted, sickened by the sexual innuendo. Men were truly disgusting, especially Korean men and their porn-obsessed brains. It didn’t help that you found the most Korean guy possible as your roommate, but at least the rent isn’t too bad with him and he doesn’t try to make any unwanted moves. To you, he was a diamond in the rough. “Let me freshen up and I’ll be there.”

He smirked, standing upright.

“I’ll see you!”

And so the two of you had a very late dinner. He wasn’t wrong with making suyuk (“I just winged it~” he bragged, which made you roll your eyes) to your level and taste, and you gobbled it right away. He was right: you were pretty hungry. 

“So, how’s it been?” Jungkook began some small talk as he poured another glass of highball for himself. The man goes through bottles of Jack Daniels like it’s water, but at least he isn’t a lightweight. Koreans and their alcohol, you thought. 

“Miserable,” you mumbled, chewing the rice slowly before grabbing another slice. “It’s barely day 3 and I miss him so bad.”

“I told you, he’s probably fucking other bitches,” he snorted while plopping some more pork on his plate. “It’s Min Yoongi after all.”

Your heart sank at the mere possibility of it, swirling your chopsticks in your bowl. Jungkook was right. It would’ve been different if Yoongi was still that shy underground producer when you two first met, but he was a hot shot now, collaborating with all kinds of U.S. producers and even collaborating with Major Lazer on a track recently. There were rumors even Beyoncé had plans to cook up a beat with him, but it has been hard to keep track of him. Yoongi was getting too popular for your taste, and that was what led to the breakup in the first place. Distance, misunderstandings, and then a big argument. The typical stuff. 

You sighed, putting your free hand to your chin, thinking pensively. There has to be a way to get him back. There was no way you were going to let Yoongi slip from your hands. He was the perfect guy: sweet, empathetic, thoughtful, literally so good in bed (your body just quivered at the fact that his tongue healed your past horrible hookups and situationships)...the list went on, and you were so sure it was gonna be endgame. Two years of good memories, all for a stupid argument? 

You should’ve fought harder, but Yoongi’s words cut so deep. He was a producer after all. The man’s pen got Grammy nominations. Beyoncé was calling him up. How could you compete with that? That was a losing battle to begin with.

Unless…

“Jungkook?”

“Hm?” his eyes looked up from his phone screen rather nonchalantly.

You leaned in, folding your leg underneath your bottom before scooching closer to him. 

“Do you want to form an alliance?” you said in the best The Office’s Dwight impression possible.

“What?” he asked blankly. 

“Do you want to be my fake boyfriend to get Yoongi back?”

You couldn’t believe the words that came out of your mouth. It was a stupid idea, idiotic. There was no way it was going to work: you always talked shit about Jungkook to Yoongi. How the hell was he going to be convinced that you fell in love with Jeon Jungkook? 

You quietly gagged at the possibility, but you also knew deeply that no other man would do it with no strings attached besides him. You couldn’t explain why though: maybe it was because of how aloof the guy was, or maybe he seemed pretty good on paper. Despite being annoying, Jungkook was attractive, had a nice job, and was also not a bad human being. He might not be the perfect guy, but he’s…

…okay.

Just. 

Okay.

Jungkook put his finger up to his chin, rubbing it quietly to himself. You stared back at him, waiting for an answer.

“So?” 

“What’s in it for me?”

You shrugged.

“Uh, out of the kindness of your heart?”

Jungkook snorted. 

“That isn’t good enough.”

“What do you want then?” you crossed your arms, frowning. “Sex?”

“Ew!” Jungkook immediately gagged, grimacing at the thought of you two doing it. “God no.”

“Money?”

He shook his head again.

“Nah.”

You were growing frustrated, growling under your breath.

“Then what?”

“Sana’s number.”

Your eyes widened.

“FUCK NO,” you yelled back, hissing at Jungkook’s eyebrows raising up twice and him smirking. 

“What, you want the man back or not?” he mocked. 

“She’s….precious to me,” you whispered. You two were peas in a pod and were really close, protective over each other even. You knew Jungkook was going to go there though, especially with the way he openly stared at her when she was at your guys’ place a couple of weeks ago. 

(He also kept asking if she was going to come back. Jungkook was not a slick guy in the slightest.)

“You. Want. Him. Back. Or. Not?” he repeated again, crossing his arms. “It’s simple. I’ll do whatever it takes for you to get Yoongi back, and I'll get Sana's number at the end. You know I won’t be creepy towards her.”

He was right. If he was the type to send dick pics, he would’ve sent you one already.

You exhaled deeply, extending your hand out for a formal handshake.

“Deal.”

And so, you two began to plot. Since Jungkook was in the music industry himself, it was pretty easy to “run” into Yoongi. That was always the easy part though. The harder part was to actually look like a couple with your fucking incredibly sophomoric roommate. 

Jungkook was younger than you by a couple of years, and was a bit of a fuckboy. No, more like a major fuckboy. In the beginning of your tenancy at the apartment with the man, he would always invite girls to his room and they would fuck (loudly), pissing you off. He wouldn’t even give much warning, but it wasn’t until a month or two ago when he completely stopped his antics, and well, got nicer to you overall. You didn’t get why though, but you were not going to question it either.

And so, you held your breath as you two made your way to the café Yoongi always went to in the morning before heading to the studio. You were panicking, hands all clammy as Jungkook’s eyes were on you before rolling his eyes.

“Come on, you can’t act like this,” he piped up as you two waited for the street to turn green for pedestrians. “The more you get nervous about it, the more it’s going to look fake as hell.”

“You think I don’t know that?” you exhaled sharply, wiping your hands on your skirt before extending it out to touch his. “Grab my hand.”

He did it immediately, and it took you slightly aback. First of all, he didn’t protest or whine when he did, and secondly, his hands were unbelievably soft? You couldn’t believe Jungkook actually used actual lotion, and his grip was just right. Not too rough, but firm and inviting. 

“Get closer to me,” he instructed, his linked hand pulling closer toward his body as you went along as he rested his head a bit above your head. On the count of three, the two of you walked in unison across the street as onlookers were clearly staring at the both of you winging it to the coffee shop. You could feel your hands producing more and more sweat making it slippery, but Jungkook never once let go. In fact, he held even tighter to your surprise.

“Where is he?” he muttered under his breath as he cracked his neck to look around the shop. You did the same before noticing a lightly curled dark-haired man you knew too well. Yoongi was sitting down drinking his little double shot espresso, eyes already set on the both of you. Your stomach lurched forward at his pensive eyes, scanning the situation as you nudged Jungkook to look over. 

You two were inconspicuously in line for a coffee. It was the easiest way to sneak in without causing a scene, you two decided the night before. As the line moved forward, you were still staring into Yoongi’s eyes. Despite being with him for two years, you could never really read him very well. It was a part of his charm: he was so mysterious, yet so intimate. 

“Ah,” you saw his lips make a vowel as he sat up in his seat, suddenly interested in what was going on. Jungkook looked over nonchalantly before looking back at you, eyes locked at the menu. You, on the other hand, weren't looking too hot. 

You kept staring at Yoongi and you couldn’t tell if he was jealous or even remotely upset. He just looked void of emotion like he always did, just how you remembered him. Surely, he wasn’t happy, and maybe you could take that as a victory. 

But oh, his face. You missed it so much. You love this man so hard and if only you could just go over there and kiss him on the spot, you would. His lips were firmly pressed together before he finally looked down in his coffee cup, making you exhale sharply, butterflies in your stomach.

Is he…upset?

“You gonna order?” 

Jungkook’s voice rang through your ears as you realized you two were at the front of the line. Hastily, you ordered as Jungkook heaved heavily, putting his hand up as you pulled out your card to pay.

“I got this, sweetheart,” he replied almost naturally before tapping his card against the card reader. You were stunned at the sudden drop of the pet name, but he was playing his role relatively well. 

“I guess you’re working really hard for Sana’s number after all,” you whispered under your breath as Jungkook rolled his eyes again, grabbing the ticket number.

“Yeah, and I would’ve loved it if you were better at acting because it seems like I’m doing the heavy lifting here,” he grumbled back, pulling you with him to the other side of the counter. You could feel Yoongi’s eyes following you two as your back turned against him, looking at Jungkook directly, cheeks slightly flushed.

“I’m sorry, I’m just…” you paused, trying to find the right words. The atmosphere seemed really warm all of a sudden as you were slightly dizzy. “...flustered.”

“Yeah, no shit,” he replied back, chuckling. You could feel the envy in the room as he did that. You forgot: Jungkook was a pretty hot guy, and well sought after in the showbiz scene. 

You two had some small talk then, but as quiet it could possibly be due to the NDAs you two signed in regards to your jobs. It was a normal conversation you two would regularly have, but you were very self conscious about looking more “couple-y” in front of your ex. As the two of you sat down to wait for your order, Jungkook put his arm behind you against the table (you assume) to assert dominance, and you put your hand on his lap. Weirdly, you felt him stiffen a bit, but you didn’t think much. It was probably a sensitive area for Jungkook: after all, he was pretty used to a lot of girls touching him in a sexual way. 

“Order for J-K!” the barista called out. It felt like the entire shop, including Yoongi, was staring at the both of you as you two stood up to take your drinks. As you took a sip with confidence, the both of you left the shop with Jungkook opening the door for you, continuing on whatever nonsensical conversation you guys were having. Jungkook followed you closely as you slowly made a grin, nudging the guy.

“I think that was pretty good,” you giddily squealed. He rolled his eyes once more, creating a bit of distance between you two. 

“It was passable.”

Ding. 

You pulled out your phone, seeing what you’ve been waiting for. 

[MIN YOONGI: Was that Jeon Jungkook you were with just now?]

It was working, she believed. All Jungkook did was just roll his eyes. 

It was a stupid idea, almost idiotic. It was like high school all over again, except they were past their quarter life crisis and Jungkook was terribly bored. His little whore phase was over, and he was in need of some “no strings attached” fun. 

You were always fascinating to him when you moved in. Most girls would avoid renting with a Korean man in the first place after hearing horror stories about people like him in Korea, but she took a chance anyway. He wasn’t sure if you were stupid or if you were just incredibly brave, but the comedy fodder you’ve gotten in the past year was worth it. All of the hilarious stories from her side of the industry made Jungkook’s life a bit lighter and less depressing. After all, turning down people’s dreams was not what Jungkook wanted to do with his life.

Knowing that he could fuck around with some popular producer’s feelings made him feel good and honestly, you weren’t a bad match for him. 

He wouldn’t admit it, but he had a little crush on you, on God. You were pretty, smart and didn’t seem to care about the glitz and glamour of Hollywood, and that was way different from the many girls he has been seen with. Admittedly there was a long list of women who would love to have a bite of him, but he was getting tired. LA women can be too dramatic at times, and you were the opposite of that.

Every night, you two had dinner to go over what happened that day, and little did he know that he would eventually grow super fond of you, suddenly talking about you and the antics you two were pulling to his friends. Mingyu was the first to pop the question if you two were actually dating, but Jungkook kept denying, saying it was an elaborate scheme. 

“Why are you doing it? Clearly it’s not out of the kindness of your heart,” Mingyu would tease him while Jungkook had a few shots in him. “Admit it, you actually like her and fake dating is easier to deal with than actually asking her out.”

Jungkook denied, denied and denied some more, emphasizing he wouldn’t catch feelings. Yes, Jungkook put his heart on his sleeve constantly, but fake dating is fake dating. There was no way he would pass those boundaries, but as the dinners continued, the more he felt that there was something there…a spark, even. 

One night, you were on the couch just texting as Jungkook was working out nearby, heaving and puffing. He was keeping his eyes on you subconsciously, seeing you smile and grinning at small things as his mind went wild as to what it was. Maybe it was Yoongi you were texting, or a whole new guy together. It drove him insane, and he couldn’t help but to feel rather territorial. Sure, he knew a lot about you at this point, but he also didn’t know everything about you.

“Who are you texting?” he impulsively asked, setting the dumbbells down as he pulled his arms up in the air, stretching. His lips escaped a groan as he cracked his neck, kneeling down to meet at her eye level.

You looked up, eyes locked in with his. His heart leaped forward as she grinned, putting her knees together to her chest. 

“It’s Yoongi.”

Jungkook’s heart sank. 

Sank…?

Oh fuck, Jungkook thought. No. Oh no. 

“What are you guys texting about?” he felt himself ask, again with not much thought. Were they sexting each other? Were you already back with Yoongi already and you were just messing with Jungkook’s feelings? His mind was running wild suddenly, and he felt a bit…strange. Upset, maybe.

“None of your business!” you retorted back, putting your phone closer to your chest, laughing. 

Jungkook’s tongue protruded from his cheek as he played with his lip rings and folded his arms. 

“What do you mean, ‘it’s none of my business’? Don’t you think your fake boyfriend should know what’s going on?”

He was getting heated, his nostrils flaring. He should know what was going on, especially if maybe they’re really together all of this time and he was being played. Jungkook hated being played, and he felt like he was being royally screwed over at this point.

“Okay, you can tone down the fake jealousy,” you laughed, turning the phone around. He walked over immediately, kneeling down to see the text conversation. It wasn’t even with Yoongi, but rather with Sana. 

Fuck.

“Oh, fuck off, you’re so annoying,” Jungkook rolled his eyes, going back to his dumbbells. You giggled, opening the camera app to take a photo of him working out.

“Say hi to Sana! Flex a bit so she gets intrigued, come on~!” 

Jungkook sighed loudly, ignoring you. It was then he realized something was deeply wrong with this situation, something that Mingyu was making fun of him about. 

And so since then, he started catching feelings, especially when the two of you had dinner one night at a nearby restaurant after hearing Yoongi was going to have dinner there as well with supposedly a business partner. You were really nervous about the whole ordeal once again. 

It seemed that every time you two did anything in the presence of Min Yoongi, you were nervous about it, much to Jungkook’s annoyance. But he gritted his teeth anyway, fixing your dress as you fidgeted in it despite looking ravishing in it. In fact, he was trying not to look at you as much to avoid getting flustered, but he couldn’t help it. You looked beautiful in a forest green mid-length dress, makeup as light and perfect as Jungkook liked on you. You looked effortless, and that was something he really liked about you. 

“Do you think he would say something in person after this?” you asked seriously, putting on your diamond earrings. 

Jungkook was leaning against the bathroom counter on his phone, trying to hide the fact that he was getting annoyed again, his body temperature rising as all she was asking about what Yoongi would think and how they would appear in front of him. At this point, he was getting tired, and frankly, he wanted to just get the man to whisk you away or whatever so he can move on. Jungkook knew you didn’t feel the same in any capacity, and perhaps that was best. It was messy to get into it with your roommate out of all people, and Sana would be a great distraction for him. 

You two looked really good together though, Jungkook admitted to himself. As he looked up at the bathroom mirror, he could see how well you two matched together, how well your hands fitted in his, and how easy flowing your guys’ conversations were with each other. It was as if you two had known each other for a while, like friends from the past life or something. 

If only you two could be more than friends.

Or is that….too much to ask? 

“Hey silly, let’s go! Reservation’s in an hour!” you snapped him out of reality. He shook himself awake and cleared his throat, his eyes locking with yours as he gulped nervously after. You looked…gorgeous.

“Y-yeah,” he replied, taking his jacket with him as you turned the bathroom light off. Grabbing his hand, you two made your way out of the apartment and into the elevator where Jungkook stood behind you, taking you in. There was a slight hair out of place and he instinctively put it back into place, which made you flinch a bit. 

“Anything in my hair?” you asked, patting the area down. 

He met eyes with you again, this time invoking a feeling of warmness and softness that he didn’t know he was extruding. Surely, you weren’t noticing it entirely, staring back at him for an answer. He was clearly unraveling in front of you, but you were too worried about what Yoongi was going to wear or what he was going to say to you (if he was going to say anything to you, that is). He fell in love in that elevator, and he was down bad. 

“Uh, no,” he made sure to reply back to not alarm you, putting his hands into his pockets and staring at the ground. He was clearing his throat again, feeling as if he had caught something. There wasn’t anything infectious though, just a big ball of nerves and anxiety caused by being lovesick. 

He was being a big fat loser for love, just like Mingyu had predicted.

Mingyu was right. Jeon Jungkook was in love with you.

You two got to the restaurant in record time, and there Yoongi was, having dinner with another woman. You held your breath as you gripped Jungkook’s hand a bit tighter, making his stomach churn in nervousness. 

“He’s with someone,” you stated the obvious, biting down your bottom lip as you were trying not to cry. You had gotten the info about the business partner through Jungkook, but something told you that he was just trying to spare your feelings. Min Yoongi was on a date with someone and you didn’t like that at all.

And so, you turned around and leaned into Jungkook’s ear, requesting him to put his arm around your waist. He did it almost immediately as the server took you to the table, “coincidentally” in front of Yoongi and his supposed date. 

As expected, Yoongi saw the two of you immediately, frozen stiff as you made eye contact with him before looking at Jungkook with the lovey-dovey smile you conjured up on the spot. Now was the time to make him feel absolutely uncomfortable, regretting breaking up with you.

You leaned in to Jungkook, who at this point was in his damn feelings, and planted a kiss on his cheek. He turned a light pink, playing with his lip rings as you laughed unnaturally, planting your bottom back in your chair. 

“What, you’re flustered suddenly?” you giggled, pushing your hair to the side to show your sharp collar bones and chest. You could see Yoongi shift uncomfortably in his seat, biting his lips as his date continued talking about God knows what. 

You smirked. You were getting his attention. 

“Of course,” Jungkook answered back with a lot of sincerity, trying to mask it as him being a great actor. Of course, he was disheartened that you kept staring behind him, but he kind of didn’t care. Yoongi was getting pissed off, and that was what kept him going honestly. Maybe he couldn’t have you, but at least her ex was not having it. It was kind of twisted, but Jungkook weirdly liked it. “You know how I feel about PDA, my love.”

“I thought you’re the type to like showing that I’m yours,” you flirtily replied, making Jungkook’s heart literally skip a beat. You were pulling out all the stops in such a pathetic and unapologetic way, and it was making him feel really good. 

“Yeah, you are mine,” he smirked, grabbing your hand to squeeze. “You’re always going to be mine, no one else’s.”

Yoongi’s tongue poked out of his cheek, stifling a chuckle. The tension in the room was high, and you enjoyed every bit of it. 

You two didn’t last through the appetizers before Yoongi excused himself to the bathroom. You did the same, hoping to run into him. 

You did, almost too perfectly. As the two of you stood next to each other in the shared sink area, Yoongi stood next to you. His Invictus cologne enveloped your nostrils as you smiled, remembering how much that used to drive you wild. 

“So you’re with Jungkook for real, huh?” Yoongi turned his body towards you, chuckling. “I didn’t know you’d lower your standards like that,” he continued, flipping his hair to the side. 

“Please,” you scoffed. “Like that girl you got is any better than me.” 

“She’s looking for a producer,” he emphasized, smirking. “I knew you would think it’s a date. Do you think I have time to see anybody right now?”

You turned off the faucet and shook your hands dry. 

“Yeah, I know,” you replied nonchalantly. “That was why we broke up, remember?”

Yoongi swallowed sharply at the comment, making you feel rather elated. He was clearly hurt. 

Now you want him to want you back.

There was a moment of silence between you two as you took a paper towel to dry your hands and you did it painstakingly slowly as he looked directly into your eyes, probably trying to decipher what you were thinking. You stonewalled him, just like he did with you in the last few weeks of your relationship, unwilling to say anything to fix the rift you two had. Yoongi wasn’t that perfect like you thought of weeks ago: there was a reason why he broke up with you. He was an asshole, unwilling to spend more time with you, confiding in you. Even Jungkook, your fake boyfriend, was a better listener than Yoongi was sometimes.

“I know what you’re doing,” Yoongi said simply, leaning against the wall. “You’re trying to make me jealous.”

Your stomach lurched forward as you swallowed shallowly, clearing your throat to hide it. Yoongi’s lips curved into a smirk as he slowly leaned into you. 

“You’re trying to make me fucking jealous,” he repeated, this time in a lower tone, almost growling. You felt as if he knocked the wind out of you, his breath so close to you. This was the Yoongi you remembered, the guy who wouldn’t mince words, but rather, said it upfront. It was incredibly sexy of him, and it was the most attractive quality. It was the reason you two got together, and the chemistry was impalpable. 

Kiss him. Or at least say something. 

“And what if I was…?” you taunted back, your hands getting closer to his against the sink. You two were incredibly close at this point, lips almost touching. “Are you fucking jealous, Min Yoongi?”

His lips leaned in even closer, barely touching your own. 

“Maybe.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You had him in your fingers, and it was a power play that you knew Yoongi loved, and almost missed about you. You were a thrill for him, and despite how turbulent the relationship was, you two always had that energy with each other. 

He held his breath as you pulled away sharply, teasing him. His eyes turned dark as you smirked.

“Well, that’s too bad,” you replied. “Wish I could do something.”

And with that, you clicked your heels in the opposite direction, strutting away in your best model walk possible, making sure Yoongi was able to see every inch of you swaying your round hips with your dress. You just knew that he was checking you out as you smirked, walking back towards your table.

Jungkook’s eyes looked up when you returned, his demeanor a bit more serious than ever before, mainly because he could see Yoongi trailing behind you, smirking. His cat-like dark eyes looked back at Jungkook’s big and impressionable ones with a dark envy, a kind of territorial way that made Jungkook’s stomach bubbled in jealousy. 

He wasn’t sure what happened to the two of you in the bathroom, but he knew something happened and he did not like it.

Later on in the night as you gushed about the bathroom incident, Jungkook’s mind was going haywire, trying to grapple with his own feelings about the current state of affairs. There has to be a way to get out of this situation. He needed Sana’s number to drown out what he was feeling, and he needed it now. 

As he continued to give one-word answers and hums, you raised an eyebrow as he slammed the front door behind you, plopping onto the couch.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, setting your purse on the coffee table in front of him. 

Jungkook, deep in his phone, responded in the driest manner,

“Well, it looks like we got the man jealous so…” he put his hand out toward you. “Give me Sana’s number.”

You blinked.

“What? We’re not done yet!” you argued, putting your hands on your hips, shocked. “The rule was I give you her number when Yoongi wants me back!”

“Well, technically he does because he’s jealous,” Jungkook emphasized, scrolling through Instagram, putting more focus on the jealous part of the sentence. “He’s probably gonna ask that tomorrow or whatever, so give me Sana’s number.”

You squinted your eyes, leaning closer toward him to match his eye level. Jungkook could sense it as his heart beated faster as he peered up, shrugging.

“What?”

“You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?” you questioned, slowly breaking into a smile. “That’s why you’re ignoring me.” 

Jungkook sighed. You were incredibly terrible at catching cues, but for once, it was a blessing in disguise. It wasn’t like you were going to return his feelings anyways so it was best that there was this kind of miscommunication. 

“Yes,” he lied straight to her face. Keep being the good actor you are and she’ll never know. “Now hand it over.”

“Alright, alright,” you replied, pulling out your phone. “You do deserve it. You looked like you were pretty jealous back there and I’m pretty sure Yoongi felt a certain type of way about that.”

Jungkook’s stomach churned uneasily as he let out a small laugh, licking his lips and playing with his lip rings. 

That wasn’t acting, his brain yelled to you. I was pretty fucking jealous, but I can’t really admit it, can I? 

It felt like a whole joke, but at least it means it was over. Jungkook didn’t have to play the fake boyfriend game anymore because it would risk him falling in love with you even more. A good time with Sana would make him forget as he was the type to move on easily. Or rather, that was what he hoped anyway. It was hard to tell, as you two got pretty damn close. 

It doesn’t hurt to try. 

Weeks passed and the conversation has been extremely dry for Jungkook. Turns out Sana already was seeing somebody, and you were being very obtuse about contacting Yoongi again. While he wasn’t sure that you two went on dates together, it seemed that the jig was revealed and you two were in the talking phase with a noncommittal promise that Yoongi would take you to this fancy gala hosted by the company. Jungkook found this out the night before the gala as you two had yet another home cooked meal together. 

“—but yeah, he said he would get back to me later tonight about it,” you updated him, munching on some stir-fry chicken that the both of you made together. As you were cooking the chicken, Jungkook kept stealing glances to look at you, occasionally almost cutting his own finger off in the process. Again, you noticed, but again, you chalked it up to Jungkook just being clumsy. 

In fact, you had thought of the possibility of Jungkook actually liking you because well, you weren’t entirely stupid when it comes to the age-old trope of fake dating. But, you instilled a lot of trust in Jungkook that you felt like it was just you being full of yourself. Surely, you were a looker and any man would check you out. Also, your chemistry with Jungkook at this point had been strictly friendly, and if he was into you, he would’ve made moves already like he did to most of the girls he picked up. 

Of course, you had no idea he would act completely different around girls he hooked up with versus girls he actually likes. 

After a moment of silence, Jungkook asked a rather weird question, uncharacteristic of him.

“Hey, I was uh, thinking if you wanted to smoke some weed with me tonight. You know, just to unwind.”

You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head.

“What, really? You’re not much of a smoker if I remember correctly.”

Jungkook looked down in his bowl, playing with his rice. 

“I know. It’s because I get kind of weird with it and like…” he continued fumbling with the rice even more, “I don’t know, I feel comfortable with you enough to where I think I’ll be okay.”

You pouted, smiling a bit. How cute of him, you thought. He trusted you so much. 

“That’s adorable.” 

Jungkook’s ears turned a light pink. 

“Yeah uh…I can pack the first bowl, if you want.”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

You couldn’t believe what was happening. You were making out with Jeon Jungkook. 

It came absolutely from left field, something that you never thought when you sparked up the first bowl that you would end up in this position. You literally had no crazy and unhinged sexual thoughts of Jungkook up until that point. Besides admitting to yourself that he was very attractive, you were too close to him to even think about him in that manner.

And yet, you kissed back, and you kissed back hard. 

You couldn’t explain it, but you knew you were a touchy person when you were high. It didn’t matter who it was, but the more comfortable you got, the more you put your whole body against his, laughing with your whole body as you leaned onto him for support. 

He didn’t contest at all. If anything, he held onto you even tighter, his hands gripping your thighs to pull you closer to him. You felt yourself flush red by his sudden strength, by his sudden forwardness. That was what you liked about Yoongi, or rather, what you liked about in a man in general. 

Why was he so forward, you thought to yourself in passing. Why was he so…..fucking….hot to me right now?

There was something about the way his eyes lingered on your lips for way too long as you two calmed down, something about the way your head just fit perfectly above his shoulders and collarbone, something about the way the lighting was that made him look like you could just fucking kiss him. You wondered what his lips taste like suddenly, what his lip rings felt like against your own lips, how much he would’ve loved it if you just teased him, pulling against the metal with his hair pushed back and tugged on.

You could hear him moan your name softly, just begging to do more with you, tugging on your thighs so you could sit properly in his lap. 

It was a moment that felt like a dream and a blur, something you couldn’t be able to describe. You felt so good in that moment, and he felt so good on your lips. It didn’t feel wrong at all. If anything, it felt so right and so serendipitous. 

It’s the weed, you were thinking to yourself as your guys’ lips parted. There’s no way this could be this good sober. 

Jungkook’s eyelashes detached from your own as he opened his eyes, smirking almost too confidently. Your eyes widened at what you two had done as you lifted up your legs to get off of him. He held you back, putting his hands on your hips.

“Where are you going?” he purred, his head snuggling into your shoulders. “I thought you wanted more, baby.” 

Your spine tingled at his words as his hands roamed up and down your back, massaging at the right places. You held back a moan and gasped sharply instead, shaking your head. 

“Jungkook, I—”

“You what…” he continued, his lips nibbling your neck. “You’re with someone?” he slowly began lifting up your shirt. “You’re not with anyone…you’re not even committed to him.”

You tugged your shirt down, shocked at how incredibly seductive he was. As his head tilted up to look into you, he was gone, his eyes red but filled with unbridled passion. He wanted all of you, and he was getting possessive and aggressive.

You could feel your body starting to feel a certain type of way about it. After all, you hadn’t slept with anybody in a while, and the mere fact that Jungkook was all over you was turning you on. You were always physically attracted to him. His chiseled abs, his sharp jawline and his strong biceps sometimes distracted you. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were starting to realize the chemistry you two had to be more than friendly at some point. 

What if…this whole time…all of his teases and clumsiness was just him flirting with you?

Your stomach dropped at the fact.

“I want to make you feel good,” he mewled, his hands gripping on your ass as he kept kissing your neck. “I hate seeing you just waiting at the door for that fucking guy when I literally have been dropping hints on how much I want you. I want you so bad…so so bad.”

His hips began rolling against your own as he grunted softly, his eyes bearing deep into yours. He wanted you incredibly bad, the type of desire that you didn’t know Jungkook had within him. It reminded you of Yoongi himself, except by now, he would’ve eaten you out.

You felt bad. Felt bad for wasting Jungkook’s time up until this point, and felt bad that you had been ignoring him. All this time when you were trying to chase Yoongi, he was there by your side, just pathetically wanting you like a lovesick puppy.

Your heart sank at the thought of it as you pulled away, cupping his face. His eyes were half-lidded, drunk from the passion and desperation. 

“Jungkook, I can’t do this,” your eyes began tearing up. “I can’t have you be like this. You’re my friend and I just…” you sniffled. “I don’t see you anymore than just hooking up right now.”

He blinked slowly, biting his lips. 

“I don’t fucking care,” he replied simply. “I don’t fucking care if you don’t like me back. Even if we were to fuck now, I don’t care if you don’t catch feelings. As long as you’re mine at this moment and nobody else’s. As long as you think of me the way you feel about him at this moment…” his lips made a small pathetic smile, “You can use me, I don’t fucking care. I want you too much…way too much. Just to fucking taste you, I’d risk it all. I’d do anything for you...”

He slowly dropped off the last syllable, slowly dozing off to sleep. You sighed deeply, putting his head back against the couch. As you slowly got off of him, you saw the time, realizing it was already the morning of the gala. 

Fuck. What do I do now?

[MIN YOONGI: Are you ready to go?]

[MIN YOONGI: I’m on my way.]

[MIN YOONGI: I’m here.]

You and Jungkook were staring into each other’s eyes from across the room. He wasn’t trying to put up a front anymore as he swallowed hard, sticking his tongue around the edges of his mouth. 

You two were dressed up to go to the same gala, except this time, it wasn’t together. You couldn’t help but to feel a great distance between you two since last night, and it has gotten incredibly awkward. 

Jungkook apologized profusely after he had woken up, but it was through a closed door. You locked yourself in your room at that point, trying to reorganize your emotions about everything. You were replaying every moment you two had in your head as things began to make sense. Jungkook was clearly in love with you and didn’t have the heart to say it, and you took advantage of him. You wondered if it was the right decision to even go to the gala at this point, as it would stick the knife even more that you guys weren’t seeing each other. 

In fact, you forgot about Yoongi completely since last night, wondering if all this time you were just chasing that feeling of being wanted or needed by a strong-willed guy instead of Min Yoongi himself. Yoongi still made you nervous, but that feeling also came back as Jungkook knocked on your door, begging to talk to you. Your stomach was in knots, just thinking about how he kissed you so passionately last night, how much he wanted you…

You were thinking twice about this gala date. Badly. 

[MIN YOONGI: Hello?]

As you wore yet another revealing dress, all dolled up and pretty, you opened the front door, swinging your purse over your shoulder as you hastily text back:

[YOU: Sorry, I’m coming!]

With one more look at Jungkook, who at this point was looking at his phone, you closed the door behind you and there you went, breaking his heart even more to pieces.

It didn’t take long before Yoongi was all over you. The moment you got in the car, he immediately pounced, making out with you in the same passion and energy as Jungkook did the night before. He desperately wanted to taste you, and perhaps, twenty four hours ago, you would’ve relished every moment of it even more than you did now.

“I fucking missed you,” he breathed as he parted his lips from you, leaning back against the driver’s seat. “I couldn’t stop thinking about what you sent me last night…”

You forgot. You had sent some spicy nudes to him prior to getting high and frisky with Jungkook. 

How fucking awful, you thought. You were really messing with these men’s feelings. 

As Yoongi backed up from the parking spot with one hand, he wiped his mouth with the other free hand before putting it on your lap. 

“Fuck, I wish I was Jeon Jungkook, that fucking bastard,” he growled, shaking his head. “The fact that that kid is in your house when you took those is not fucking right.” 

Your stomach lurched at the mention of his name. Fuck, you were all over that guy last night. It seemed on the surface that Yoongi knew you did. Maybe perhaps he was in the apartment with you two as your tongue swirled around Jungkook’s, your hands pressed against his stiff, hardened chest as his dick did the same, wanting to fuck you desperately. 

Maybe Yoongi would’ve joined you guys, volunteering his tongue to eat the both of you out. The thought of the both of them fucking you at the same time was getting you feeling a certain type of way, but you shook that nasty thought of yours aside. 

God, you were so fucking toxic for both of them. What the hell are you going to do? You can’t have both of them. 

Can you?

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, laughing quietly to yourself. What a hot mess you were in.

Yoongi heard you and looked at you with a big smirk. You snapped back into your horniness immediately, fantasizing fucking the both of them. Just the idea of the both of them taking turns as you relished in having both was exhilarating for you. 

“Fuck what?” he said in his low voice. “You want to fuck before the gala starts?”

You bit your bottom lip, closing your legs as if you were being shy about it. 

“If you want…” you batted your eyelashes not-so-innocently. “I’ve been missing that fucking tongue of yours.”

Despite coming later, Jungkook didn’t see you at all. As he craned his neck around the hotel conference room, he didn’t see Yoongi or you. Could it be that you two had skipped it all together? He wondered, but also, that dreadful feeling in his stomach that the two of you were together made him feel sick. 

Of course, he had no idea you were getting eaten out by Yoongi in the backseat of his Mercedes GT in the parking lot, trying to not make much noise as people began to pass by the vehicle. 

What you loved the most was Yoongi’s fixated stare on you as he made sure to get you to orgasm before coming in. You knew how much Yoongi took care of you during sex, and the fact that he was willing to give just showed how much he missed you and wanted you incredibly badly. 

What made you more turned on was the fact that you fantasized about Jungkook watching the both of you through the tinted glass, jerking off just outside of the car. You imagined how much he whined about wanting to get inside to fuck you too, joining in on the action. 

You relished the idea of a threesome, even though you knew the both of them would hate sharing. That turned you on even more as you came in minutes, sloppily kissing the living hell out of Yoongi as a thank you. 

As Yoongi delicately put back your thong in place, you sat up and fixed yourself as he chuckled darkly, wiping his mouth with his suit jacket. You leaned in, fixing the tie that he swept over his shoulder to position himself in front of your spread legs from earlier. 

“You still taste so good babe,” he purred, kissing your lips. Sweeping his tousled hair back with his hand, he opened the door behind him and stepped out the car delicately, extending his hand out after like a chauffeur gesturing to their passenger to get out. 

You giggled, sliding your bottom across the red leather seats as you got out, pulling your dress back down. Grabbing your hand, Yoongi pulled you closer against his frame, smiling widely at you.

“Let’s go in.”

Your eyes were scanning for Jungkook. You wanted some minutes with him too, and it didn’t take long before you found him in the corner with a drink, eyes already meeting with yours. He looked like a lovesick puppy that needed immediate attention, and you wanted to give that to him. 

As Yoongi gave you a light smooch and excused himself to talk to Thomas Wesley, you snuck toward the back of the room where Jungkook was. As you sultrily strutted toward his direction, Jungkook straightened himself up immediately, clearing his throat as you confidently pushed him against the wall.

“Fuck, what the hell,” Jungkook exclaimed. His eyes widened at your eyes, darkened with sexual desire. 

Before he could say more, you grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the gender neutral bathroom door, whispering in his ear,

“Do you want to finish what we were doing yesterday?”

Jungkook was taken aback by your words, completely speechless. He didn’t know what else to say other than one word of confirmation and there you went, whisking Jungkook away to give him a few minutes of your time.

As you pinned him against the wall and made out with him, you thought of Yoongi banging on the door, demanding to come inside to see the both of you unraveling. Jungkook didn’t take much time to explore your body and specifically, your still very wet and well-licked pussy. 

“You fucking whore,” Jungkook hissed, his fingers rubbing deep in your folds. “Yoongi was here first, wasn’t he?”

“Mm,” you mewled back, putting your arms around his neck. “I decided I want the both of you at the same time, same place…” 

Jungkook’s head was spinning. 

“Fuck you,” he growled, slowly jerking you off. “You’re such a cheater, a fucking whore.”

“Am I?” you moaned back, leaning into his body. You were quivering at how fast Jungkook’s fingers were going as you tugged his belt open, unzipping his pants. “You guys are so hot, how can I not want to be filled up by both of you?”

Jungkook pulled his fingers away and turned you around, bending you over. You gasped sharply as he led you to the sink, your hands on the opposite sides of it. Pushing your thong out of the way and pulling your dress up, he pulled his pants down, showing his hardened dick. 

“Well, let me go first then,” he tapped his dick on the side of your ass as you moaned softly before going into you, filling you up. You gasped loudly as you straightened up with Jungkook putting his arm around your neck, fucking you senselessly. You tried your best not to scream out loud to not alert any of the guests, but fuck, Jungkook was incredibly good. 

He didn’t take that long before he finished cumming on your exposed ass before beginning to fix himself up. As you pulled your dress down, furious knocking was heard on the other side of the door. The both of you cursed quietly to yourself as you went over, hair still slightly out of place as you opened the door slightly to see who it was. 

“Fuck, you had more fun without me?” 

Yoongi scoffed as you closed the door behind you, sheepishly fixing the bottom of your dress. 

“I’m sorry, I guess I’m having a bit too much fun with the both of you,” you laughed lightly as, to your surprise, Yoongi’s lips turned into a smirk. He wasn’t angry. If anything, he was relishing at the idea of the both of them taking turns on you. It was then you remembered how much Yoongi enjoyed public sex in general.

Licking his lips, he pulled you around the waist as he nuzzled your neck. As you two made your way towards your table, he whispered,

“You want another round with me in an hour?” 

Throughout the night, the both of them rotated you around. It was the best that you could manage and soon enough, by the end of the night, you three were back in Yoongi’s Mercedes, having a great time. As Yoongi finished his load in you in the backseat and Jungkook finished himself in the passenger seat, all three of you hummed in satisfaction. You sat back up into Yoongi’s lap as he wrapped his arms around you, leaning against your shoulder.

“Maybe this could work out,” Yoongi broke the silence, chuckling. “I mean, I don’t want to see you fucking her myself, but we can have a little arrangement together.”

“I don’t mind,” Jungkook smirked, pulling up his boxers and pants. “It’s not a bad idea, right?”

You grinned, kissing the both of them separately before responding,

“Yeah. It’s not.”

[END!]