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killerlookz · 3 years ago

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Patrick Bateman with an S/O/crush whos really into music and who makes art. Like he obsesses over their art and what music they like. He always tries to buy their art and is all yandere over them.Wkjsddj sorry if this is oddly specific i am just THIRSTING over this man rn 😩

ahhh okay i like this concept hahaha, im not really sure how obsessive you want bateman to be here so i hope that i do it justice. also sorry that this is . a little long... and it takes a little while to get into deep discussions about music/art.

a/n: this fic is part of a 2 part series now! click here for part 2 <3 (when ur done with this one duh)

Art Gallery

pairing: patrick bateman x reader

warnings: mentions of cheating, sort of implied sex, implied murder

word count: 3,698

You could recall how you met Patrick Bateman as if it was only yesterday. How he caught your eye from across a crowded room, and the peculiar feeling he gave you as the two of you chatted during the evening. You were almost certain that right there was some sort of... spark if that even was the right word for it but you never could have imagined what it would lead to.

The day you met him wasn't just another normal day, it was somewhat of a special occasion. It was the first time ever that your art would be placed in a real, high brow, gallery. A friend of a friend was able to secure you a spot at some fancy art gallery that was opening on the Upper East Side. You knew how rich people and art went hand and hand, and how they would fawn over even just a blank canvass, boasting to each other about how they "really got the meaning of it". You were assured that anyone who cared any bit about their social status in Manhattan would be at that gallery opening and it was going to be The Place to be that night. You knew very well that this could be your big break, and maybe you could finally quit your god-awful retail job and pursue art full time. You could remember the anxiety and excitement that bubbled within you as you got ready to go to the gallery's grand opening.

It was a great feeling when you got to your exhibition, to see some of your favorite works being displayed on the gallery wall, just like you had been dreaming about. Your hard work and dedication had never paid off just this much before. It was something you had only ever dreamed about before, members of New York's finest circles gathered around your exhibition discussing your art, observing its intricacies. Of course, you knew that maybe on some level their intrigue was superficial, but so was everything with these yuppie types.

"What does it mean?" asked a woman in front of you, petite, blonde, a pretty looking girl, dressed head-to-toe in designer fashion.

"What does what mean?" you asked, not sure what exactly she was referring to,

"That big one, there," she replied, gesturing towards one of the paintings on the wall.

"Oh well, that one's-"

"Wait. Wait. No don't tell me!" she cut you off. You nodded hid your confusion with a polite smile. She began to wave somebody over, a gloved hand flailing at someone across the room. You looked around to see who she was gesturing to until you locked eyes with who you supposed she was calling over. A tall, sharply dressed man, wearing thin, round-rimmed glasses, who you had to admit was very attractive. He was so much so that you felt yourself get a little flustered when the two of you made eye contact from across the room. He began to walk over.

"Oh, honey- Oh! I mean- sorry, Patrick, Isn't this one wonderful?" The woman said to the man when he finally made his way over to the two of you. He took a moment to look at the painting on the wall, the one she had gestured to earlier, and then averted his gaze to you, where you gave a small smile in response.

"Yes, Evelyn. Quite remarkable." He responded in short, dry, expressions, placing his hand lightly on the woman's shoulder, but not taking his eyes off of you.

"Thank you." you smiled at the two of them. But the woman, who you supposed name was Evelyn had already turned her attention somewhere else in the gallery.

"Hi, Pat Bateman." said the man with a friendly smile. Almost too friendly it had caught you off guard.

"Y/n," you replied back.

"Don't you have a last name, y/n?"

"Y/L/N"

He didn't respond, instead, he turned his attention back to the gallery wall behind you. Analyzing the works that hung from it. He seemed intrigued by all of the facets of your work.

"You definitely have a talent. That's hard to come by these days." he nodded as he continued to study the art on the wall.

"Thank you mister...Bateman." His complement seemed quite genuine which filled you with a great amount of joy.

"Say," he took off his glasses "How much to buy one of your pieces?" he asked. "That one, in the middle there, actually." he pointed

"Oh uh-"

"How's two thousand? Is that enough?" The large figure caught you by surprise, you swallowed, hard, and tried to figure out the proper way to respond to such a proposal.

"Well, mister Bateman I'm flattered by your offer, genuinely, but, my exhibition is up until the end of next month so I can't really accept it right now," you answered, more than mildly disappointed that you had to reject his offer.

"Never mind that." he responded quickly, "Do you have any other pieces, outside of the gallery?"

"Plenty."

"How about one of those, are those for sale?"

"Of course, yeah."

"Great! I'll write you a check. two thousand right?" he put his glasses back on and began to take a checkbook out of the inner pocket of his suit.

"Wouldn't you like to see one first?" you asked, nervously as he began writing out the check. Still wildly surprised at the proposal of such a high amount.

"Surprise me," he responded with a wide smile, tearing a page out of the checkbook and handing it to you.

"Wow. Um- thank you so much." You looked down at the check in his hand, almost ready to faint over seeing the number in writing.

"Here's my card." he handed you a small, white, piece of paper, "Call me." he paused and smirked for a second, "when uh... you, pick something out. And I'll- my secretary will let you know where to send it to"

"Will do." you reached out to grab the card from his hand, your hands touching for a moment as you took it from him, flustering you again.

"It was nice meeting you Y/N... Maybe I'll see you again." He smiled and held his hand up as to wave goodbye.

"Nice meeting you too Mr. Bateman, thank you for uh... your interest."

"Of course, and please, call me Patrick."

Just over a week after your first meeting is when you'd see Patrick again. You had mailed him something a few days after the gallery opening, and he liked it so much he asked you to stop by his apartment later in the week so he could buy another piece- something black and white he insisted. Your anxiety was high that night, and you did yourself up to the nines even just for what you thought, was just a simple sale. Nevertheless, despite your calculated effort into your appearance and composure that night- the last thing that you suspected was that the two of you would end up hooking up.

But still, it happened, one moment he was lecturing you on not selling yourself short when you suggested that 8 thousand dollars was 'too much' for your art, and the next you were in his bed.

And it happened, again, and again, and again over the coming weeks. Your visits to him becoming more, and more regular. You couldn't help but feel a little bad about the whole situation, as you had come to learn that the woman who he had been with at the gallery, Evelyn, was his fiancé, but, your excitement over the whole thing really drowned out any of your guilt. By the sixth or maybe the seventh time you had come over to his place you had developed quite a crush on Patrick. You weren't sure if he felt the same, but you enjoyed his company and his conversation.

The two of you would talk for hours, about art, and music, he seemed especially into your interests, constantly pushing you to tell him more about yourself. He'd even taken you out to dinner on occasion, nice places, places where you felt sick looking at the bill because it was so fucking expensive. "Do you always treat the people you have affairs with so well?" you'd tease and he'd give you a hearty chuckle in response, purposefully avoiding the question. Though, you had to admit he had some strange almost- hollowness to him, like he wasn't ever truly one hundred present, but you had chalked it up to it maybe just being nerves from sneaking behind his fiancés back.

After over a month of 'seeing' him, Patrick had informed you that he had broken things off with Evelyn, which gave you quite a shock. You didn't know much about her, but after your initial excitement over the news and the fact of Patrick now being single, you began to feel quite shitty about the whole thing. You wondered if you had contributed to his decision to end things with her and if he'd do the same to you if the two of you ever got together. You could only imagine the heartbreak it caused her, and how canceling an engagement must've turned her world upside down.

But you were able to easily console yourself with another night with Patrick. And, it wasn't like you made Patrick break up with Evelyn, if he really wanted to be with her, he would have stayed.

You continued seeing Patrick in the coming weeks after his breakup with Evelyn, present day it had probably been two months since the two of you initially met, and things seemed to be getting pretty serious.

You sat on your bed, pulling the corded phone they sat on your nightstand into your lap. You smiled as you dialed on the keys and lifted it up to your ear.

"Patrick Bateman's office, how may I help you?" said the voice of a lady on the other end.

"Hi Jean, it's y/n, is Patrick there?"

"Yeah, he just got in, do you want me to put you through to him?" You found it rather peculiar that it was almost noon and Patrick had only just gotten into work, but you figured he maybe just had other things to do this morning.

"Yes please." you waited a moment as your call was being transferred.

"Hello?" said another voice.

"Patrick," you exclaimed, rather sweetly as you twirled the phone cord with a smile on your face.

"Hi dear, good morning." he greeted.

"Good morning, Patrick,"

"What are you doing today sweetheart?"

"Well," you sighed, "I think I'm going to... go to lunch when I get off the phone, and, then go to downtown, to Tower Records, because the new New Order single came out today and I... want to get it on cassette."

"Lunch? With who?" he asked, quite abruptly,

"Myself."

"Where?"

"Deck Chairs maybe- I think. No no no, Pastels. It's an easier trip."

"Very nice," he commented. "And...New Order... right... they're um..." he trailed off a little

"They're the ones who sing Bizarre Love Triangle, you know, 'every time I see you falling, I get down on my knees and pray, I'm waiting for that final moment..." you began to sing.

"Yes! New Order!" he said, "We uh- we danced to that one, together, at Tunnel if I'm not mistaken."

"Oh!" you furrowed your eyebrows as you thought for a moment, suddenly remembering that night he had taken you to a nightclub with some of his coworkers. Memories of brightly flashing lights, a humid dance floor, and Patrick's hands on your waist briefly came to mind, "yes, we did." you answered, flattered by his memory of the night. "You've got a great memory."

"Only about things that are important to me" he responded matter-of-factly. You smirked a little at his response and the implication that you were indeed important to him.

"Jean said that you just got in, it's kind of late, what were you up to this morning?"

"You know- I actually had some errands to run this morning- I wanted to hang up the rest of your paintings I bought from the gallery so I had to... buy some frames... and... nails... and stuff."

"Really?" you asked excitedly, he obviously couldn't see but, you smiled wide at his explanation, the thought of Patrick's walls being full of your work, something that you created made you immeasurably happy.

"Yes- pumpkin, really," he assured. "You're very talented, you know that? What a great thing I own my apartment so I can put as many holes in the walls as I want for frames. Your art is just- it's something different, it's special, just absolutely spectacular. It's worth even more than the David Onica I have in my apartment

"Oh I wouldn't go that far Patrick," you responded coyly,

"I really have no reason not to go so far." he said before changing the topic of conversation, "Have you heard the new Echo & the Bunnymen album?" he asked. "I know you've ah- mentioned them before."

"Yes- actually, I have." You responded enthusiastically, surprised he even asked about it considering you knew that new wave was not his usual style of music.

"Great stuff, huh?"

"mmhm"

"Lips like Sugar is truly a masterpiece. The dreamy atmosphere that the song creates really adds to the romance of the lyrics and creates an instant classic."

"I love that one, I'm glad we agree." you said before the conversation went silent in content for a couple of moments before Patrick spoke up again,

"Are you, going to go soon?"

"Yeah... I don't want to get to Pastels too late"

"Alright then, I'll call you later, okay? When I get home from work?"

"Sounds good, Patrick."

"Okay dear, I'll talk to you later, goodbye."

"Bye Patrick," you said as the other end of the phone went dead. You sighed as you placed the phone back on the receiver.

About forty five minutes later you found yourself at Pastels, an appropriately named restaurant for its well, pastel-colored décor. No matter where you looked you were surrounded by baby pinks, and soft, light greens. You can vaguely remember one of Patrick's colleagues complaining that it didn't have a 'good bathroom to do coke in' but, that wasn't exactly a deal-breaker for you in terms of restaurants.

The restaurant wasn't exactly as empty as you had expected it to be and as you walked up to the hostess's booth you worried if you should have made reservations.

"Hi, um... table for, one, please?" You asked the lady standing at the booth. She looked at you for a moment, examining you.

"Are you, perchance, y/n?" she asked. Slightly taken aback at the woman knowing your name you answered hesitantly,

"Err... yea."

"Oh there's a gentleman here, said he was waiting for you." she explained, "He gave the name Bateman."

"Oh." you replied relieved, "then, yeah, I suppose that would be correct." you nodded with a smile.

"Right this way." the woman directed you into the dining room, where eventually you spotted Patrick sitting at one of the tables. "And, right here," she said, gesturing towards the table, "a server will be with you shortly."

"Hi." you greeted thoroughly surprised that he had shown up to eat with you. But of course, you were ever-so-glad to see him. Patrick stood up to greet you, putting one hand on your back and kissing your cheek.

"You look marvelous," he said as the two of you took your seats.

"You too Patrick, you're looking..." you trailed off for a moment as you studied his features, no matter how often you saw him his looks never failed to impress you, "very good as always."

"Oh, you flatter me." he chuckled, "drinks?"

"I really shouldn't, I have to work later." Patrick nodded before waving a waiter over and ordering himself a J&B and a diet Pepsi which you had come to learn were his favorite drinks. The waiter then turned to take your order, and his eyes seemed to pay extra attention to you as you simply ordered a soda for yourself. The waiter's gaze did not go unnoticed by Patrick, who had a notable displeased look on his face as his jaw clenched, tight. As the waiter left Patrick placed a hand on his neck, mildly seething.

"What's wrong honey?" you asked, noticing his distress.

"It's nothing. You should start looking to see what you want." he quickly changed the subject. You nodded at him slowly, uncertain he was telling the truth in his answer. You turned your head down to the menu and examined your options for a moment.

Eventually, the waiter would come by with your drinks, and ask if the two of you would like to hear the specials.

"No. Thank you." Patrick said abruptly. You were a bit taken aback by him declining the offer, and you shot him a strange look in response. Patrick looked back up at the waiter, "We already know what we want."

"Are you sure you don't want to hear the specials?" the waiter turned to ask you with a sly smile on his face. You declined his request with a shake of your head, earning a satisfied grin from Patrick before ordering your food.

"Look, y/n," Patrick started as the waiter walked away, "I know you said that ah, you wanted that new... New Order song. So I- I actually picked it up, on tape, on my way here." Patrick said taking something out of his suit pocket.

"Really?" You smiled, "Oh- Patrick you didn't have to take the time to do that, I know how busy you can be"

"It was nothing, really." he chuckled.

"You're to sweet Bateman," you gushed, "And I mean- coming to eat with me too. I appreciate it really."

"I couldn't let you eat alone, now could I?" he replied with a smug look on his face. "What kind of boyfriend... would I be?" he reached his hand across the table to hold yours. You felt your face get hot at the mention of the word boyfriend, he had never called himself that before, in fact, he'd never even asked you to be with him officially.

"Boyfriend?" you gasped, "You really mean it?"

"Oh, of course, I do sweetheart." he began looking around and eventually made eye contact with the waiter who had come by earlier, staring at him coldly.

Patrick set the cassette tape down on the table with his free hand, and you grabbed it from him. True Faith the title read.

"I can't wait to give it a listen." you smiled. "Patrick, when I was on my taxi over here I Wanna Dance with Somebody was on the radio and you know, it made me think of you."

"Is that so?" he asked, leaning forward.

"Yeah, I mean, you honestly never really struck me as a Whitney Houston kind of guy, but now every time I hear her I think of you."

"All good things, I hope?" he asked jokingly.

"Of course Patrick," you batted your hand at him.

"Speaking of music," Patrick started, "I listened to that Cure album you gave to me the other day..."

"Oh really? What did you think, I know it's a little different from your usual tastes."

"It was wonderful, really." he began to explain, his hands moving as he discussed the songs of the album, "... Hot, Hot, Hot is a fantastic number, it's both sensual and whimsical at the same time, it's a fascinating combination but it is pulled off so well. And, Fight has an absolutely magnificent guitar riff that really drives the song. But I think the album's undisputed masterpiece has to be Just Like Heaven it is upbeat and fun and you really just can't help but dance to it. Robert Smith has a wonderfully unique vocal style, that really brings a whole new level to the music."

Pleasantly surprised at Patrick's enjoyment of the album you recommended, you sat there listening as he explained with a smile on your face and attentive ears.

"It's really, cool you know, that you're so into music... you seem to know everything about everyone, you're like... totally hip Bateman!" you said as he finished speaking.

"Totally hip," he repeated with a satisfied grin on his face.

Your lunch was coming to a close and the waiter, who Patrick had noticed had been looking at you far too many times, and far too long for his taste, came by to take your plates away from you.

"Any coffee or dessert?" he asked as he stopped by the table. Patrick shook his head no. "How about you, any desert for you sweet thing?" he asked turning to you. You couldn't help but cringe at the waiter's painful, and quite honestly disrespectful attempt at flirting.

"No," you said, moving your eyes to Patrick who had a stone-cold look upon his face, glaring forcefully at the waiter.

"Just. Bring us the check." Patrick ordered. The waiter, seeming slightly embarrassed, nodded and left. Patrick sighed before turning back to conversing with you while waiting for the waiter to bring back the check.

He eventually returned, handing the two of you the bill without paying a word and Patrick, clearly distracted and looking elsewhere took out his wallet to pay for the meal. You tried to look for what, exactly, he was looking at but you couldn't pin down anything striking.

"I'll... be right back sweetheart." He said, getting up slowly.

"O- alright." you nodded.

Eventually Patrick came back from wherever he was, the bathroom you supposed. He seemed a little wide eyed, and anxious, but in a slightly better mood than when he left. You looked him up and down as he returned back to the table, noticing something peculiar.

"Patrick... why do you have your gloves on?" You asked.

"I-" he started before cutting himself off and starting again, "I like how they look."

You nodded in response, still finding it slightly strange as it was now nearing the end of July. But Bateman, who has now seemed to calm down, interrupted your thoughts,

"Shall we get going dear?"

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ventofu · 3 years ago

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their presents for you ! ( genshin men ) ☆

｡+ﾟ.。+。(´ω｀*)♪♪ currently playing .. ♡ !

uwu by chevy ! 🍨🐿🌼

# (🌻) AVAILABLE CHARACTERS:

GOROU, THOMA, XIAO AND ZHONGLI 💗

special notes: GN!READER ♡ unedited bc i accidentally put it on queue bye 🙈 headcanons of what i think the boys love gifting you, short n' sweet as per usual ! all of them are sweethearts ! + we are almost at 50 followers omg >< i can't believe i started this blog just a week ago n' im already receiving so much support, thank you so so so much !! ♡

# (🐶) GOROU ! ( cake ☆ )

♡ omg !! one of the goodest boys ever <3

♡ gorou is a very very thoughtful boy, and he would no doubt make sure to surprise you with multiple trinkets on occasion, as there is almost not a single time where he doesn't arrive home carrying a paper bag filled with mini presents that reminded him of you while he was away (≧◡≦) !!

♡ he's always so sweet, ears twitching and cheeks tinting pink while he tells you of the gifts he found at a newly-opened shop near his workplace, handing you the crinkly pastel printed paperbag with an uncertain gaze (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

♡ he insists that you keep them, even when you're telling him you can't accept them because of the price !! he can't help himself from whipping out his wallet once his eyes catch something he knew you would like (¯▿��)

♡ although, among all those countless gems he finds on his trips back home, i do think his favorites would be sweets from his favorite bakery. more particularly, a small box of cake !

♡ whether that be a slice of the new flavor displayed near the cashier, or a whole mini version of you and gorou's favorite flavor, he makes sure to always pick the prettiest and tastiest ones for you to spoonfeed him with (✧ω✧) !!

♡ first reason is because, we all know gorou's guilty pleasure are desserts, whether that be tricolor dango or pannacotta or cake - after all, he enjoys endulging in the soft chiffon since he doesn't always get the chance to enjoy its luxury - busy with work most of the time !! he also loves treating himself once he's finished a workload of training. (and also because the sweetness reminds him of you !! shhhhh ☆ ～('▽^人) !! )

♡ his tail is wagging when you go on opening the pastel packaging, both of your eyes sparkling when you take out the pretty strawberry shortcake that had sweet buttercream frosting and powdered fresh berries on top !! both of you looked like kids fawning over a newly released toy >< i guess that's why you're such a perfect match .. ♡ (˘▽˘>ԅ( ˘⌣˘)

♡ let's just say both ur hearts ( and tummies ! ) are full of love ,, and cake once you're done <3 (^^ゞ

# (🔥) THOMA ! : ( a scarf ☆ )

♡ thoma is a very doting man, and so he'd want to give you something he's sure you would be able to appreciate and use during the long-term course of your life !! (⌒▽⌒)ゞ

♡ he also wants you to remember him whenever you bring the present along with you, but he won't admit that !! Σ（￣□￣；）

♡ he just loves seeing something he gave you on your person because besides the fact that you look like his .. ( hehe ! ) he loves how he can be able to provide something that caters to your tastes, because that only means he truly knows you well (っ˘ω˘ς )

♡ this man is definitely one of the most practical boyfriends out there, he always puts thought into what he gives you n' doesn't just throw something into a gift box and calls it a day .. <(￣︶￣)> !!

♡ going along that tangent, i do think he'd gift you a scarf, or something that could keep you warm and cozy when he isn't around, of course !! (ノωヽ)

♡ thoma would definitely handmake these himself, especially with his knitting skills - this guy is basically the best house husband.. ( that's a topic for another time !! ) instead of purchasing it from a store ! i feel like if he was going for a more complex design, he'd still give it a go instead of resorting to buying it off the internet ( ﾟｏ⌒) no matter how much struggle he goes through - he will keep going 'til he perfects his little masterpiece !! ( he just loves you so much |ω･)ﾉ )

♡ + he also feels it's more meaningful than something rushed and storebought _(-ω-`_) and plus, he gets to embroider both your initials into the fabric, complete with a small heart. how romantic ! ☆=(ゝω･)/

♡ i also think he'd love matching scarves, but either way, you both could snuggle under one while watching a movie（´・｀）♡ + he definitely sews one for taroumaru too !!

# (🍮) XIAO ! ( matching jewelry ☆ )

♡ oh my goodness, words cannot describe how sweet this man is !! +｡ﾟφ(ゝω・｀○)+｡ﾟ

♡ xiao shows his love for you through his actions rather than words, because he struggles expressing himself to you since he's so overwhelmed with new feelings blooming in his chest whenever he's around you, and he can't help but feel like he won't able to deliver his message clearly (●´□`)♡ how precious !!

♡ and so, i'm pretty sure one of his love languages is gift giving - xiao adores you so much, and he's more comfortable handing you a cute box containing the proclamation of his love, blush tinting his cheeks, eyes nervously darting away from yours !! (。・艸-。)-☆

♡ and in that box, lay a beautiful locket, or even better, earrings shaped like the diamond on xiao's forehead that you love kissing whenever you two are alone (〃‿〃✿) it's a silent message that he has faith in you - and you both can understand that it's a metaphor that he trusts a part of himself to you :(( xiao is a very precious baby !!

♡ i headcanon xiao to wear a lot of pretty jewelry, so i'm sure he'd no doubt purchase matching rings for you both !! (★≧▽^))★☆ he is yours, as you are his <3 he'd 100% pick one with your names carved in the inside, or ones with dainty emerald gems !!

♡ sometimes, the man would lift your hands up to his lips and leave soft kisses where your rings are placed |▽//) .. murmuring small i love you's you can barely hear, heart thumping loudly ─=≡Σ((( つ＞＜)つ

# (🧸) ZHONGLI ! ( hair accessories ☆ )

♡ he definitely is a darling when it comes to you !! he thinks you deserve only the best, and that you must be treated with only the utmost care, so his presents are definitely extraordinary !! (*´ο`*)

♡ zhongli views you as a god/goddess, wanting his gifts to compliment your endless beauty, as that is the only fitting way to treasure you dearly ٩(๑˘ω˘๑)۶:.｡ you see, this man just radiates elegance and class !!

♡ and one of the ways he can compliment your charm is by surprising you with the prettiest clips and headwear he can possibly afford ! (๑òᆺó๑) i do think he just loves the idea of adorning your hair with various pieces of hair accessories he bid on, ones so unique and limited that no one else has their hands on them !!

♡ if your hair is long, he would definitely buy you those beautiful hair clamps embellished with rare, fine crystals that reflect the light whenever you move !! he loves eyeing floral designs or ones that have deeper meaning as this caters to how he usually is .. ﾟ.+(〃ﾉωﾉ)ﾟ.+°

♡ meanwhile, if your hair is on the shorter side, he definitely makes sure to purchase lustrous gleaming hairclips that he can brush your hair away with under the moonlight !! ☆*ヾ(-∀・*)*+☆

♡ yes, i do think zhongli would do your hair on occasion - or that it's a habit of his to dote on you and decorate your hair with crystals that remind him of your eyes - or flowers that are as similar as your body wash he's familiar with when you're intimate or cuddling (∪ ◡ ∪)

♡ he can't help but warmly smile when you grace his sight wearing the most beautiful formal attire, complete with the little gifts he slipped in your vanity !! (-^〇^-)

#gorou x reader #thoma x reader #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin x you #gn reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact x you #xiao fluff #thoma fluff #xiao x you #thoma x you #gorou x you #zhongli x you

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rsmrymnt-tea · 3 years ago

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I was excited for this lesson and then they were immediately like Mandatory Sports Thing and my heart dropped.

It was nice that they finally introduced us to the new characters except I don't like Thirteen 😭. I wanted to like her so bad!! She just reminds me of my primary school bullies. Its good that the new characters aren't immediately fawning over MC, don't get me wrong, but I fully would've cried during that meeting tbh. I am feeling a bit better about her design after seeing her with other characters surprisingly??

Anyway.. The trial is to get Thirteen and Raph to work together on the scavenger hunt?? MC's trial... Yknow the one who actually helped improve Satan and Lucifer's relationship? Who spent the entire first season mending the brothers relationships to each other? Their trial is to smooth out a relationship???

And then!! They went ahead and made the object of their scavenger hunt something that Thirteen has no problem doing?? At that point MC just needs to convince Raph to participate, and ensure that they can agree on a plan.

And maybe I'm dumb but Solomon's grimoire? Is that a reference to the Key of Solomon? Or Barbatos' grimoire which was given to Solomon? The wording makes me suspect the former, but also has that been set up in the main story at all?? Was I not paying attention and missed it?? And if a demon's grimoire can control them, what does a sorcerer's grimoire do?

Also what's with the way Asmo and Satan and Beel were acting?? On one hand the writers remembered that Satan has more to him than just cats, but on the other hand Asmo and Beel were just shoved into their own stereotypes??

Uhh all that to say it could've been worse I guess?? Though this lesson felt really short to me for some reason.

- 🐝

NONNIE SAME THOUGHTS so many same thought... I was willing to be okay with not being immediately told what the special mission was but then... Sports week? You're telling me I gotta relive memories of motherfucking intramurals with this arc????? When I said something about one of the trials being related to building/proving better relations with the denizens of the Devildom, this is absolutely NOT what I meant at all!!

(also my goodness I just ended up ranting even more under the cut hsdjkhsfdkg man Im so Sick of Being In RAD and Stuck As Mediator For Everything)

And gosh, I'm so sorry she reminds you of such awful times :(( I liked her when she started cooperating and all but that initial meeting gave me mixed feelings. Personally I understand why she's pissed at MC because Solomon gushes about them (and she fucking hates Solomon) AND they broke into her home AND messed with her candles, plus Solomon did steal something from her while in there... But trying to kill MC right off the bat??? At least Belphie gave MC some time to catch on and ponder about how dangerous and untrustworthy he is sdfhkjghsdfg

Though re: her design, being able to see the style differences in HD on my phone up close has actually made me dislike seeing her + Raph's sprite even MORE dkshdfg Sorry, I just... I have such a huge issue with differences in style like that (not just with the overabundance of color on her but just the way her sprite is drawn too >.>;;)

(Also it's not just me who thinks that Raph vibes like Belphie a lot, right? Except... A but more pathetic?? adhfjdf)

THEN YES THE ACTUAL TRIAL!! My head was in my hands and I honest to god just... had to stop playing for a while and go do something else because I was SO full of salt and vinegar. Like??? Diavolo, was it not enough that canon MC was instantly willing to help Belphie patch things up with his brothers the day after he killed MC?? Was the fact that MC was able to get Satan to calm down some about his hatred of Lucifer not enough? Or helping you and Belphie get along? I'm so??? Literally the main thing MC's had to do is helping the brothers get along??? Like heck, MC helped Luke grow out of his indiscriminate hate for demons like come onnnnnnnnnn

And dw nonnie I got so lost during that part too... I could've sworn it said 'the grimoire in Solomon's possession' but then they started talking like it meant Solomon's personal grimoire which I have no idea if it's a real thing? How is it that for all the exposition they love giving us, they don't give us exposition that THAT? Unless this is something that's been messed up in translation? My best guess is also the Key of Solomon because absolutely nothing has been said about humans having a grimoire beyond Beel acknowledging the Nightmare app on the DDD as being a super basic one aaaaall the way back during the time Lucifer nearly killed him and Luke voer Luke touching their grimoire. So I suppose it's a grimoire that, instead of controlling Solomon, would grant some level of control over the demons he has a pact with? Could've done with some exposition there for once, game... All the times you make MC look so stupid with giving us no choice but to ask for exposition when the explanation can be surmised from the name of what they're asking about, yet the one time I actually want an explanation I get none??

AND YEAH wtf I swear, personality and intelligence is something that no character gets to keep because they lose it the instant the plot needs the conflict extended or conflict lessened... Because Satan, Asmo, and Beel together in one team? That's a powerhouse right there. Satan the intelligent strategist, Asmo who can easily charm anyone into helping them out, Beel the muscle??? Give them brain cells and they'll be a formidable foe, but alas... We can't give MC too hard of a time :/

(Can you tell I'm particularly salty about this? Like don't get me wrong, thank you for the actual food, finally, but I'm still left like... Sour. The meeting of MC, Thirteen, Raph, Lucifer, and Sol in the student council room was SO good because we got little bombs of info and implied realizations with how they interacted. You mean to say Sol had more students than the one apprentice he had a nasty falling out with? And they supposedly always turn out to be awful? And Raph's likely only seen Lucifer now and is thoroughly surprised by how normal he is?

Also I can't be the only one who thinks that Solomon did more than just giving the reaper bad food to piss her off like. Pulling out a weapon and yelling at him to stay back right on sight??? Maybe the fact that she's never been able to win a single game against him in the thousand years they've known each other has freaked her out or something)

This lesson felt short too, but I think this time it's because a fair amount of stuff actually happened but didn't get to go far since it's all setup for next chapter? Also some of the little chapters were legitimately just too short, which I hate because they're proven several times that they can easily make them much longer.

#chat & colloquy #🐝 nonnie!!#obey me spoilers #I may need to read this and the other last few chapter again to get a better understanding but... At the same time something about it all #makes me not want to? I think it's because the premise of the season so far super doesn't appeal or work for me because of like #everything I said about the lessons in prev asks you sent #(and maybe also bc this is where i stop seeing main story happening for dola but that's still in the air since we're only 1/4 of the way #through the season... WHICH by the way #we are 25% of the way there which makes me so??? and we're only JUST starting with the trials?#there better not be any egregious filler sigh #sal et suka #feel like this warrants my rant/negativity tag lmao #give me the story with whats happening with simeon already... its still just a side story but its already so much more compelling to me #than whats going on in normal mode

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sombreboy · 4 years ago

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Mused obsession (5)

Written by @sombreboy as Jungkook & @chimoona as Jimin Banner by @carly-bean-blog��

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⇢Explicit (18+) ⇢Pairing: Jungkook & Jimin ⇢Genre: yandere, smut, mxm ⇢Word count: 10.7k of literal filth ⇢Ch.warnings: profanity, my peeps there’s 3 smut scenes in this bring some damn tissues, so much sexual tension, Jimin's praise kink skyrockets, masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dom!jjk, sub!pjm, blowjob with a brief moment of faux sub!jjk, degrading dirty talk, petnames, Jimin is so good at begging I'm in tears while editing this uff, anal (this is fictional they're ok, jimin loves getting his ass stretched pls use lube irl), Jk has a FAT cock, obsessive behavior, lots of cum in Jimin's ass (like, a lot. several times.), some fluff if you wipe the cum away, fingering in the shower (im sweating), more fucking in the shower, even more cum in Jimin's ass istg he's such a cockhungry slut, a smidge of jealous/possessive jk, more fucking sorry not sorry these men are insatiable once they got a taste of each other, cum eating.

Industry famous Jeon Jungkook of GJK photography takes an interest in a model and up-and-coming fashion designer, Park Jimin. After an opportunity to study the man behind his trusty lens, he thinks he may have just found his new muse.

The ride back to Jungkook’s place was pure torture. Jimin struggled to keep his hand off his throbbing length—the image of the metal rod gliding through the photographer’s smooth and blushed cock head, burned to his memory. Every time he closed his eyes it was like the image imprinted itself on the backs of his eyelids. He didn’t acknowledge the other man until they pulled up to the front of the house.

When the younger man leant across his lap to open the door, he was left no choice but to finally look him in the eyes. Jungkook’s childlike innocence was hardened by coal black pupils that devoured Jimin whole. As he’s naturally wanting to do, Jimin shrinks beneath the other’s gaze and tries to assess exactly what he’s in for.

At this point, Jungkook neither cares for or bothers to ask whether Jimin would like to go to his place or go back to his own house. No, Jimin's home didn't exist anymore. He knew the blonde would blindly follow him, completely caught in his web.

''We're home.'' Jungkook's warm breath hits Jimin's ear before he leans back, allowing him to exit the vehicle, following quickly behind. He caught up to open the door with his gaze growing darker the second it closed behind them, the chime of the electronic lock almost too loud in the tense silence. ''Park Jimin,” he says clearly, sounding more like he simply wants to say his name rather than to get his attention. ''Let me see your tattoo once more, I want to give it a proper look.''

“R-right here?” Jimin looks around the foyer and notices, as per usual, the room is vacant aside from the two of them. “Okay,” he meekly replies, unbuttoning his pants and sliding the fabric midway down his leg, exposing the fire-red petals as they bleed into his thigh. He feels the temperature of the room increase despite the thermostat’s untouched dial. Jungkook’s encroaching presence was more than enough to heat every part of his body, especially his bare legs, which were studied intently by the younger. “Let me see yours too,” he challenges, bravely pushing his pants down to the floor and kicking them off his feet.

“Oh, you want to see.” Jungkook smiles coyly as he steps closer to the elder, getting rid of his shirt within those few seconds to carelessly throw it on the floor; the maid would take care of it later. “I bet there's more than just the tattoo that you want to see, hm?” He cooes while one hand finds Jimin's hip, the other smoothing over the lines of the blonde's tattoo. ''You know what I'd absolutely love, butterfly?'' Jungkook continues as he inches his face closer to Jimin—his gentle yet strong gaze fails to hide the excitement of the idea in his mind, “I haven't taken photos of you in such a long time. And right this second, no artificial light can compete with the sun.”

It’s golden hour. Jungkook is ecstatic over the little things. He thought of this moment all day, taking Jimin to his large balcony and taking the perfect photo to add to his growing collection.

“More photos, hm?” Jimin smiles and leans into Jungkook’s touch, granting him full access, wherever he likes. He takes the opportunity to feel the man’s bare chest as it closes over his small frame.

Safely inside Jungkook’s impressive home, Jimin feels he can truly do whatever he wants. He presses his lips to the fresh arm tattoo, feeling the heat of the healing skin pulsate into his plush pout. The faint taste of rust lingers as he pulls back and wets his lips. The earthy flavor of the other man’s raw artwork is intoxicating—more than he likes to admit. It’s tender and receptive. He almost swears he feels him shudder as he pulls back to look him in the eye.

“Anything you want, sir.”

Jimin surely isn't the innocent angel Jungkook had initially thought that he was, and being around the photographer surely doesn't do much but bring him deeper, down into the perfect level of corruption that Jungkook craves.

"Good boy." Jungkook whispers, his voice a bit shakier than he'd admit. Jimin has a hold on him that he can't quite place. He wants the model for himself only, to spoil in every way possible.

"Come with me." His lips curl up in a playful grin as he roughly grabs Jimin by his wrist, pulling him along as he strides towards the balcony. His free hand reaches out for the camera he'd left on the counter along the way. “Ah, look at the sky,” Kook chimes in awe as they step outside, the golden glow of the sunset providing the perfect filter. “So pretty.”

“It is,” Jimin agrees, not even pretending to admire the view. All he wants is to watch dewy droplets of sweat bead on Jungkook as the setting sun hits him directly.

Jimin steps close enough to kiss, stands on his toes and flattens his tongue against the base of Jungkook’s smooth fawned neck. “Mm,” he moans, gently sucking the moisture from his skin, “watching you get that piercing...” he glides his hand down the front of the man’s pants and feels him, already responsive, stiffening quick, “...you were so brave. I couldn’t look away, it was almost too much. I wanted to taste you so bad, Jeon. Right there in the shop, in front of Namjoon. I wouldn’t have given a fuck.”He breathes his hot wanton breath against Jungkook’s jaw, nipping up to his cherry lips and claiming them in an ardent kiss. “And now you’ve brought me to this balcony, to do what, photograph me?” He steps back and peels his shirt over his head, tossing it on a lounge chair. Then his underwear, until he’s fully exposed on the sunlit balcony, letting the evening glow illuminate his silhouette. He strokes his aching cock with a soft hand and let’s Jungkook watch his every move. “Is this what you expected?”

Jungkook takes a mental note of the quick mention of the elder 'Not giving a fuck' in the same sentence as 'In front of Namjoon'. He'd remember that one, without a doubt.

“More than I could ever imagine,” Jungkook's eyes glue to the delicate movements by Jimin's smaller hand. “So fuckin' pretty.”

Jungkook is genuinely in awe, licking his lips at the show he's given as he fumbles with the camera. There's no way he'd let this kind of imagery slip through the cracks.

“Sit on the ledge, keep touching yourself. If you do really well for me..” He peeks at the blonde through the camera lens. “I'll grant you one wish. A reward of your choice,” he jokes, but his tone has a serious undertone.

He would grant Jimin anything he desired, whether it be jewelry, a car, clothes—he could have it all. But something tells Jungkook that there's something else he'd rather have, something that both of them would rather have. Something that no money can give, only Jeon Jungkook himself. The latter knew very well what the blonde would want, and he ached just imagining his pretty tune begging for it, after doing his absolute best to be a good boy.

Jimin is quick to take direction, hazy with lust but still well-trained. However, it doesn’t take an expert to know where this is all leading. ”A reward of your choice”—Jungkook’s promise repeats itself in his mind. While he’s given the option to choose, there’s only one thing he wants out of this, and that’s to finally feel Jeon Jungkook inside him...with that new piercing.

He leans against the ledge, not feeling brave enough to sit on it fully without the fear of plummeting to the ground. He arches his back and tilts his face so the sunlight bathes his upper body in warm light. It’s as easy as breathing, posing for the photographer, knowing exactly what he likes to see. Shot after shot, Jimin adjusts his posture and shows off a different angle, even more seductive than the last. His hand wraps around his hard cock and strokes with purpose, looking directly into the camera lens as he does so.

“Beautiful,” Jungkook murmurs to himself as the flickering sound of the camera goes off—one of his favorite sounds. Surely, there were other sounds that would top it by the end of tonight's session.

Jungkook's prominent erection strains against the caging fabric. He uncomfortably adjusts, growing annoyed and unzipping to let his pants fall to his hips, still hanging on. It’s somewhat of a relief, but not enough. He isn't used to the new addition of jewelry on his cock, pleasantly rubbing against his boxers everytime he moves. Eventually, he deems he’s had enough content, wanting to indulge in reality as it is, and places the camera on the ledge next to Jimin when he steps close. He positions himself between the elder's spread legs, hands settling on his thighs. He feels the heat radiating off the fresh artwork on Jimin's skin and traces the shape with his fingers.

“As always, your performance is nothing but flawless,” Jungkook breathes against Jimin's plush lips. He’s too beautiful, like an actual angel, and Jungkook is the polar opposite. Darkness, the corrupt devil that wants Jimin as his own personal plaything for all of eternity. “You deserve a reward,” Kook's blunt nails scrape against the sensitive, tattooed skin, surely causing it to sting. “What do you desire?”

The pain of Jungkook’s nails digging into Jimin’s tender broken flesh makes the model shudder. The pleasure mixed with the pain is a welcome feeling. He wants more.

“I’ve been a good boy?” Jimin asks in the sweetest airy voice. He looks at the other man with the most wide and innocent eyes he can muster—lips pouting gently as he speaks. “Anything I desire?”

With a nod from the photographer, Jimin reaches up and tangles his hand in Jungkook’s hair, gripping it roughly and tugging his head down to eye-level. “I think it’s time you got on your knees, puppy.” His cock stiffens impossibly hard at the mere thought of the younger man becoming submissive for him, even if for just a brief moment. “Take me in your mouth and I swear I’ll make it worth your while.”

Jungkook bites back a hissed groan at the tug of his dark curls. Jimins sudden switch into dominance catches the younger by surprise. It isn't terrible, but rather exciting.

Cute, Jungkook thinks. As much as he loves to inflict pain, receiving it is a close second. There’s his kink for tattoos, and the spontaneous piercing was more than enough proof for his masochism.

“Ah, fuck...” Kook curses, but his tone is laced with lust. “Puppy?” he huffs with a small smile, eyes staring down at the elders throbbing length. Okay, he'll play along. “Yes..” his tone changes, softening as his gaze shifts to meet Jimin's. His dark, doe eyes suddenly display need, as if he is indeed a puppy that wants to do well. Jungkook is a great actor, but only because part of him truly does enjoy this dynamic.

He swiftly drops to his knees and smoothes his hands down to settle on Jimin's knees. “Want me to be your little puppy?” Kook licks his lips, inching closer to the blondes painfully hard cock, his hot breath coating the velvety skin.

Jimin is already overcome with arousal and the pleasure of both watching Jungkook between his legs and the feeling of breath fanning over his length, teasing him with the sheer proximity of the younger’s open mouth. “Y-yes sir—I-I mean...” he flounders as he tries to adapt to his temporary role, “...puppy.” He grips Jungkook’s hair even tighter and pulls him forward to forcefully graze the younger’s pout along his leaking tip.

He wishes he held a camera to capture this moment from his point of view so he could watch it over and over. The world of fashion would erupt at the leaked footage of golden boy Jeon Jungkook on his knees, but he wants to keep it all for himself. He releases his grip on Jungkook’s hair and grabs the camera from the ledge beside him. He tries his best to turn it on, but suddenly realizes it’s already recording video.

“Dirty puppy,” Jimin scolds lightly, aiming the camera at Jungkook’s blushed face. He isn’t surprised in the slightest, seeing as how infatuated the recluse raven-haired photographer is with capturing him in precarious positions. “Look at me and part those pretty lips.” He holds his throbbing cock in his hand and rubs the tip over the younger’s pout, coating them in his essence. “Taste how ready I am for you.”

Jungkook scrunches his nose in a small, bunny-like smile at Jimin's slip up and the reaction to the camera recording. The blonde never seems to mind his kinks. A small part of Jungkook feels a pinch of hesitation in his body when the camera is suddenly on his face—a very controversial image if it was to ever be released to the public...but, the thrill of it is more arousing than he expects.

“You're so sexy when you tell me what to do.” He coos, mimicking the tone of voice he knows too well from Jimin, familiar with how a sub should sound. Jungkook's eyes sparkle as the rays from the sunset hit his face. He holds intense contact with the lens and presses his flattered tongue on the underside of Jimin's length, slowly dragging his wet muscle upwards, meeting the tip, swirling, collecting precum. A low hum vibrates in his throat—Jimin tastes sweet.

“Fuck—“ Jimin gasps, involuntarily bucking his hips, pushing his shaft shallowly into Jungkook’s mouth. Just locking eyes with the younger man while he tentatively laps is enough to make him shake. It’s unusual handling a camera while feeling the overwhelming heat of Jungkook’s skilled tongue. After a minute, he relaxes and lets the younger take control while he films as best he can.

Jimin thinks this exhilarating feeling must be what Jungkook loves so much when he’s behind the camera. The separation between reality and a curated virtual realm is wholly satisfying to experience. It’s as if the man on the other side isn’t real. He’s too good to be real. Jimin focuses solely on the camera screen and feels blushed each time Jungkook locks eyes with the lens while taking him deeper, teasing him with his innocent gaze while his lips encircle him devilishly.

“Good puppy,” Jimin coos quietly, rocking his hips slowly, begging for more friction.

“Mm?” Jungkook crooks a playful eyebrow at the camera, knowing Jimin's focus was tunnel visioned on him only. His hands mindlessly roams up and down the model’s thighs, using nothing but his mouth to tease the pretty head of Jimin's swollen cock. The photographer is already crumbling, just as easily as when he’s above.

“Ah, hyung…” Kook whines deliberately to test what kind of reaction he'd get, wrapping his plushy lips around the tip to give it a harsh suck.

Jimin curses under his breath and tangles his hand in Jungkook’s messy hair again, pulling him down onto his cock until he gags. The honorific catches him by surprise, not expecting the younger to take on this submissive role with such commitment. It makes Jimin want to push him further, to use him a bit until he snaps.

“F-fuck, Jeon, you’re being such a pretty whore for me.” So pretty. The sun darkens as it dips beneath the horizon and casts pale shadows over his angelic face. “Do you like worshiping my cock?” He gives a few rough thrusts and brushes his tip past Jungkook’s gag reflex until tears prick at the corners of his eyes. “Do you like being treated like this, or would you prefer something we’d both enjoy?”

It’s slowly becoming a bit too much for Jungkook. He is a glutton for pain, but being somebody's whore, or gagging on a cock like some...toy? It’s endurable, and the way Jimin's thighs tremble under his touch tells the younger man that he seems nervous, as he should be. Who wouldn't be cautious while having Jeon Jungkook on his knees?

Screwing his eyes shut while punished by Jimin’s cock, Jungkook forces stray tears to trickle down his cheeks, coughing. It triggers the younger to dig his blunt nails into Jimin's thighs, grazing the latters cock with his teeth as he slowly withdraws his mouth. He keeps the tip between his teeth. It would be so easy to make the model scream, and he would, but not this way.

“Hmm? Something we'd both enjoy?" Jungkook's nails continue to dig, deliberately trying to draw whines from Jimin. “I'm not sure what you mean unless you tell me. I rather enjoy being down here.” He lies with a coy smirk—the doe-eyed gaze now shifts into something more sinister.

Jimin curses again, louder this time and strangled by his throaty moans. Jungkook’s onslaught on his thighs is almost enough pain to distract him from the pressure around his cock. He knew it would be a challenge for the younger man to drop to his knees and submit fully. So, he takes his punishment gladly and begins to shake as he reaches his threshold.

“Shit, Jeon,” he tugs the man’s head off his length with a sharp snap, grazing Jungkook’s teeth along his sensitive tip as it pops out of his mouth. “You know what I want.” He sets the camera aside on the ledge with the wide lens pointing at the two of them. “I-I want you to...” his cheeks flush as his intimidating demeanour fades by the second. He pleads with his dark chestnut eyes, “...fuck me, please.” He glances down at Jungkook’s aching cock and wonders how good it will feel to have that metal barbell brush against his prostate while he gets fucked dumb on the exposed balcony.

Jungkook doesn't hesitate to get back up on his feet in between Jimin's spread legs, hands snaking around the elders waist to pull him closer, pressing their erections together. Never has the younger despised a piece of fabric as much as he did now, tugging them down as he bites back an eager moan at the skin-to-skin sensation.

“I know you've wanted it for a while.” Jungkook's breath comes out in heavy huffs, one hand reaching down to stroke himself and Jimin within the same grasp, cocks rubbing together. “I've wanted to shove my fat cock in you since I laid my eyes on you for the first time.” He groans at the memories, so happy that he's gotten this beautiful angel to be his, under his mercy and control. “Do you trust me?” Jungkook suddenly asks, eyes growing more serious beneath a haze of lust, one hand still stroking them both whilst the other snakes around the blonde's waist to hold him close.

Just as he did the first time, Jimin nods, “I trust you.” He rolls his hips to grind his hard cock against Jungkook’s. This is what he only hoped to have since his first interaction with the man. The way he takes control of every situation, and the way he makes Jimin feel...so special makes him weak in the knees. “I-I want your fat cock inside me...” The mounting pleasure of their leaking cocks sliding against one another is just a tease. Jimin spits into his hand and strokes the younger’s length, preparing him to line up at his entrance. He isn’t above begging. The thought of being stretched and claimed by his partner makes Jimin whimper needy moans, desperate to finally feel their bodies connect. “...Please, I need it...”

'I trust you.', 'Please, I need it.' It’s all Jungkook needs to give in to his desires. A low moan slips through his teeth when Jimin's delicate hand strokes his twitching length. It looks even bigger in the blonde’s small grasp, and it drives the younger mad.

“Feel what you do to me?” Jungkook groans into Jimin's ear as he roughly puts his hands behind the blonde's knees, pushing them up and forcing him to lean backwards on the ledge. His grip is firm though, and it keeps him in place with no risk of actually letting Jimin fall from the wide surface. But the knowledge of possibly being able to—having Jimin's life in his hands… It makes Jungkook's cock throb heavily. “I need it too. Need you.” He kisses Jimin's jawline, trailing down to his neck before sucking on the tender tissue as if it was his own personal canvas, all for him to paint with purple and pink bruises.

Slowly, but eagerly, Jungkook uses one hand to properly press his tip against Jimin's tight hole. “You won't be able to think about anything but my fat cock, will you?” Kook adds as he drives his hips forward, finally sinking into the elders tightness that squeezes around him. “Fuck... So tight.”

The pressure of Jungkook’s girth causes Jimin to involuntarily roll his eyes to the back of his head. He opens Jimin up deliciously, pushing his tender piercing deep into his wanting heat.

“I-I,” Jimin whimpers pathetically in his arms, overcome with pleasure and adrenaline. “Jungkook—fuck...” He peeks over his shoulder and tenses at sight of how high up he really is. It adds to the moment, surrendering his entire being to the photographer and laying his whole life on the line. The sheer height is unnerving yet intoxicating. “Deeper, pleaseee. Your cock stretches me so good—shit.” Jimin grabs Jungkook’s biceps and uses them as leverage to rock the younger man’s studded length as deep as he can bare, shaking from the sensation of the heated metal gliding over every ridge of his sensitive tissue.

Jungkook obliges to his wishes and pushes deeper until the bulbous head of his cock lodges inside Jimin's deepest parts. A throaty moan slips through his lips when Jimin's ass clenches down on his length.

“I've dreamed of this for far too long, shit…” He takes a second to get used to the tight warmth, squeezing the blondes flesh between his fingers, hard, before he finally starts to grind his hips into Jimins. "Oh fuck yeah..." he pulls back to look straight at the smaller male, wanting to memorize every single expression he’s able to draw out of him.

”I’ve dreamed of this for so long...” —Jungkook’s words replay in Jimin’s mind while his thighs slap against bare skin, groaning with a new pulse of pleasure. His ring of nerves contracts as he wonders just how long the younger has dreamt of this moment. Weeks? Months? ...years? Jimin cranes his neck to taste Jungkook’s blush-bitten lips, nesting them between his in a feverish and parted exchange, laving his tongue over each other’s.

Is this what he wanted all along? ...Was it everything he hoped for? It certainly is for Jimin. His own cock aches for relief, so incredibly hard and leaking precum.

“Me too,” Jimin confesses through heavy breaths. “Dreamt of you burying this thick cock inside me...christ. I could barely focus at the studio. The tension...mmf...” He chokes back a gasp as the studded mushroom tip sinks deeper. He wets his full lips and holds tight to the taller man, letting him cradle his weight in his arms and move him any way he pleases. He focuses on the erotic stretch of his soft velvety walls as he accommodates the younger’s girth—he’s much bigger than he expected, filling him up completely with barely any room left to maneuver.

“Yeah, that damned studio. I wish I could've had you sooner,” Jungkook confesses mindlessly. His judgement clouds with a haze of lust taking over him. He continuously grinds his hips deeper, stretching out the elders' smooth walls until the glide feels less suffocating. Then he begins to pull out until only the tip is buried inside. “You're mine, Jimin.” Kook possessively nips back at his plush lower lip in between kisses, hands moving from his thick hips to his waist. "My gorgeous little butterfly, I want to be the only one taking your photos...touching you, fucking you.”

“I-I want it...” Jimin’s mind blanks as a wave of euphoric pleasure tears within him. His head rolls to the side and he tries to focus on the moment—on Jungkook. His attention is pulled by the red blink of the recording camera just off to the side. Was the photographer putting on a show, or were his words genuine? He wants to be the only one to fuck him, and...to photograph him? He’s not sure how well his manager would take the news, but the offer is incredibly tempting. Belonging to him, entirely? Putting aside the materialistic items and the glitz and the glam of a public relationship, Jimin feels blazing hot over the idea of being the one object of the man’s desire.

Jimin can’t take it anymore—he reaches down and begins to stroke himself to match the rhythm of Jungkook fucking him deep. “I need you. ...I want you to fill me with your cum.” The pace of his hand on his cock increases as he adoringly looks up and watches sweat glisten on Jungkook’s neck—fluffy black hair dampening and tacking to his forehead.

''It's all yours, Jimin, all yours. Anything you want,'' Jungkook's low words pause as he grunts, his hips maintaining a rougher yet slow pace. ''Everything I can give you, everything I have, it's nothing—it's yours. All I need is for you to be mine.'' He continues, his words barely audible in between his heavy breaths. He means it, he already has it all-- but it’s dull, boring, worthless. All he’s grateful for is that his status brought Jimin to him so easily, the one thing—person that he desired. There isn't a single object Jungkook has ever photographed that was more valuable to him than Park Jimin.

''You need me.'' Jungkook smiles at the elders' whiny words, noting how Jimin's eyes shift to the camera for a short second, licking his lips the moment the attention is back on him. ''You'll always need me, won't you? Tell me.'' It was neither a plea nor a command, but a necessity. With one hand still keeping a hard grip on Jimin's waist, the other reaches down to squeeze Jimin’s hand tight, preventing him from stroking himself. The grasp tightens further, squeezing Jimin's length inbetween their hands—a form of control in the youngers mind, still fucking deep into him. ''Swear it, and I will fuck you full of my cum.''

“Mmf—“ Jimin stifles his groan into Jungkook’s arm as his strong hand holds him tight at the hip. The pressure of the grip makes him tense and release sporadically, causing him to inch his hips forward to try and regain friction. He needs a little more to reach his high, but the feeling of Jungkook’s fat jeweled cock head is dragging against his prostate deliciously, he could probably cum just from the mere thought of it inside him.

“I do, I do, I need you,” Jimin whimpers pathetically. He wants to cum badly but the desire to surrender himself to the photographer supersedes any other. Whether it be for show, impulse or raw passion, Jimin swears with staggered gasps, “I’m all yours, Jungkook. Every bit of me...belongs to you.”

Jungkook glances over at his camera for a split second, his small smirk growing at the blinking red light that greets him. Perfect, he thinks. Now he has everything.

“Perfect,” Jungkook voices out his thoughts in a rumbling groan, removing Jimin's grip to wrap his own tattooed fingers around the latter’s pretty dick, jerking him off without mercy. He pounds harder, faster, deeper into him. “The most gorgeous,” he moans again as frenzied thrusts lose their rhythm. He keeps going, feeling the heat pool in his lower abdomen. “And all mine, gonna fuck you so full of my cum, your body only needs me, shit...!” He throws his head back, lips parting as heavy huffs slip through. Sweat drips down his skin and muscles flex as they're put to hard work. “Gonna cum, f-fuck—say it again Jimin, you’ll see no one else, just me. Say my name.”

Jimin feels small and fragile, precariously balanced on the balcony ledge as Jungkook’s thrusts become sporadic. One false move and he could easily plummet to his death, but he needs to trust. He wants to trust. He’s spent far too long pushing others away to progress his career. It’s tiring. A life without someone has been exhausting, and he’s never felt anything like this before.

He locks in on the younger man’s predatory gaze and gets lost in the intensity of the moment. His heart thumps in his chest faster than the rapid rate in which Jungkook fucks into his sensitive heat. There’s a fire in his feral eyes that makes Jimin think, for just a moment, that perhaps this is moving too fast. But his body is light in Jungkook’s hold, and despite the dangerous circumstance, he feels the safest he’s ever been.

How is that possible?

In a matter of days he’s irrevocably fallen for a stranger—allowed himself to become marked permanently and even begged for more. He doesn’t recognize himself when he looks in the mirror, and if he’s completely honest, he likes it.

“Jungkook, Jungkook,” Jimin pants in a whiney voice, ragged and raw. “I only want you...I want you to own me...ruin me if you want, just—“ He wrenches his eyes shut as his high creeps up and tries to get the words out before Jungkook’s slender hand works him to finish. “Fuck your cum in me, please. I’ve been so good...I need it so bad. Only want to be filled by you.”

Jimin is so good, it has Jungkook foaming at the mouth. There are no other words he could ever imagine wanting to hear more. Actually, that’s a lie...but he'd get there. Jungkook can't handle the way Jimin squeezes around him with such force. It’s as if the blonde's fleshy walls are pleading to be filled with cum, just as much as the man himself wants it. He’s so close, so close...

''Fuck, yes.. You're mine, mine mine!'' Jungkook growls lowly, eyes blown wide with his admiration, his obsession for Jimin. He sloppily snaps his hips into the model’s abused ass, gradually losing the drive he once had. Jungkook feels himself slowly crumble down as he digs deeper into Jimin's clenched insides, desperate to fill him up, desperate to get him to cum too. He keeps a firm grip around Jimin's slick cock, adamant to hurl them both over the edge.

“Cumming,” Is all he manages to cry out—a drawn out, low moan replacing his ability to speak as spurts of white gush into Jimin. “Oh fuck, yeah..” Jungkook keeps his head thrown back as the muscles in his throat strain, adam's apple bobbing heavily in unison with the way his body tenses while disposing of his warm cum into his Jimin. “So good, so fucking good…” He murmurs, eyes closed in bliss. It’s as if he’s in a different world. The darkness gives him the ability to focus solemnly on feeling Jimin's tight ass milk him completely.

Jimin’s aching cock twitches in Jungkook’s grasp as he strokes him rapidly with his own release. Even with eyes closed in blinding pleasure, he can still feel every bulging muscle and pulsing vein in the younger’s arms as his nails dig into them.

“J-Jungkook—cumming for you...” His sweat-slicked abdomen tenses as his orgasm takes hold, causing him to clench sporadically around Jungkook’s spent length, still nested deep within him. “Don’t pull out, don’t—f-uck.” He claws his nails deeper until he feels the skin break beneath them. “Stay inside me, it feels too good...don’t leave yet.” It’s a swirling mixture of gripping bliss and codependence that causes Jimin to nearly sob his needy begs into the younger’s chest.

Jungkook’s fresh piercing drags deliciously against the model’s abused prostate as his high wears thin and his body begins to relax.

“Don’t leave me,” Jimin pleas, pressing his plush lips blindly against any bit of the man’s exposed skin, tasting the salt of his sweat and exertion. “...not yet.”

Jungkook pulls Jimin closer, the clammy skin of their bodies pressing together as he wraps his strong arms around him—pulsating cock still lodged deep inside.

“I'll never leave you,” Jungkook promises, pressing his nose into the damp blonde curls on the crown of Jimin's head. Being connected with his butterfly like this is all he ever wanted. "I'll give you me every day. My cum...my love,” he murmurs, pulling back a bit to grasp Jimin's jaw, guiding him to meet his eyes. “You're mine forever. Okay?” Kook smiles, his toothy grin a contrast of childish joy compared to the fire swirling in his gaze.

Jimin is all his, in every way. Jungkook draws in the blonde by the jaw, kissing his swollen lips softly. A low hum vibrates in the younger's throat, content with the moment. Jimin melts into the kiss, feeling warm and wholly satisfied as Jungkook’s embrace protects him from the night air that slowly wraps around their naked bodies.

“Okay,” Jimin nods with lips still connected. “And you’re mine, Puppy.” He smiles against Jungkook’s lips with a light blush. It’s a bit odd to use the pet name as a genuine term of endearment, but he likes it a lot. It suits the man perfectly—with his sharp bite, innocent gaze and shaggy soft hair.

The sun set. They’re left in the blackness of night with just the thin veil of the moon and twinkling property lights to guide them. He loosens his grip around Jungkook’s arms and lets him slowly withdraw, wincing as the pierced head slides past his ring of nerves. He tenses to keep in the younger’s tacky cum, enjoying the warmth of it inside him. He looks towards the balcony door and back at Jungkook sheepishly. He’s sleepy after the long day, but not ready to crash yet. There’s comfort in this newfound domesticity and he even begins to feel like he’s found a second home. After such an intense scene on the balcony, he can’t resist the desire to remain close and enjoy the evening together.

“Before bed...could you...” His eyes gleam with childish excitement, “Could you teach me how to play Overwatch?” He hates his pathetic defeat in the last round, and while it led to a very eventful night, he needs to prove he can make a comeback.

Jungkook tilts his head to the side like a confused puppy. ''You want to play Overwatch?'' He asks, even if he clearly heard the question. His smile grows wide, then nods quickly, supporting Jimin by the waist to help him come down from the ledge and on his feet. He thought to carry the model, but is too tired to do so. ''Let's play, but first I think we should take a ahower.''

Jungkook grabs Jimin with one hand, and the camera with the other. Completely unbothered with the scattered clothing and their nudity, he guides Jimin to the bathroom with him and mindlessly stops his recording to begin skimming through it. Perfect, Jungkook thinks, placing the camera on the large sink before turning on the hot shower. He steps inside with Jimin quickly following behind. He sighs in content when the water streams down over their bodies, sweat and other bodily fluids quickly washing down the drain.

“You still got my cum in you?” He asks. With his attention to detail, he realizes he never saw a trace of his spilled cum on the balcony. He steps closer, pressing chests pressing, and snakes his hands around to spread Jimin's cheeks. “Need me to clean it out for you?”

The sudden grasp of Jungkook’s hands on Jimin’s ass makes him jump a little. All that work and the man wants more. It doesn’t seem he could ever get enough.

“Yes,” Jimin replies, barely above a whisper.

The one thing better than feeling Jungkook’s slick cum inside him could be the feeling of It getting fingered out. He has yet to experience the handiwork of the man’s long tattooed fingers. He knows it’ll feel different from his thick cock; slender, yet deft and agile. His pretty length stiffens. His abused prostate aches but the rest of his body is blazing hot and receptive once again. Even after getting fucked hard and ruthlessly, the model is eager to have his tight hole stretched even further. The hot water cascades down his small frame and loosens his muscles to relax for the other man. He inches his ass closer to Jungkook’s ministrations, giving the younger an extra push to do with him as he pleases.

Jungkook hums in approval with the way Jimin hands himself over thoughtlessly. With need, greed, and trust—all at once, giving the younger complete power of his little butterfly.

“Can't have your pretty little ass dripping with my cum all night, can we…” He muses out loud with strong hands twirling Jimin around, firmly pressing him against the tile wall with a flat palm between his shoulder blades. He presses hard, leaving enough room for the model to move his chest away from the cold surface, but tight enough that he’d have trouble breathing. “Or maybe we could…” Jungkook continues, not really expecting any sort of response as his free hand tugs at Jimin's hip, forcing him to arch his back. “Maybe I'll just clean you just to fill you up again.”

Jungkook exhales a shaky breath and sinks his middle finger inside of Jimin, feeling the warmth of his sticky release swirling inside. He presses deeper, forcing the cum to dribble down his hand as the digit takes up all the space.

Jimin’s eyes flutter shut. His tight little ring is sore, but the sting of the stretch feels so good he’s glad the younger is holding him stable against the wall, otherwise he might sink to his knees. The width of Jungkook’s finger fills him deliciously—it’s easy for him to relax further as the digit sinks in deep, forcing the warm cum to slide out and down his thigh.

“J-Jeonnn,” he whines aloud. His needy voice echos off the cold hard tile. He’s not exactly sure what he’s whining for—perhaps something to bite onto. Everything feels too good, all at once—the warmth of the water, the tight press of their bodies, juxtaposed by the chill of the wall. “Your fingers...fuck, Jungkook...” Even still, while he only has one finger inside him, he can’t string together a single coherent thought.

“You like this?” Jungkook's lips curl up into a smile, knowing the answer by the way Jimin shudders and whines under his touch. He shoves his finger in deeper, past the knuckle to slowly massage the elder’s sensitive prostate, forcing more of his cum to dribble out and wash down the drain. “You'll take another, won't you?” He coos, pressing his chest against Jimin's flushed back, teasing soft lips against the blonde's ear. “Want your little hole to always be ready for me.” Jungkook adds a second finger, then a third with some ease from the slick cum coating his digits, pumping them mercilessly into his ass. The wet sounds ricochet off the tiled room. Jungkook presses his body further against Jimin's—the hand that once pushed on the elders back now wraps around his own cock to stroke himself in tandem to the pace of which he fucked his fingers into Jimin. “Fuck, I can't get enough of you.”

The heat of Jungkook’s breath and the tight press of his chest makes Jimin’s body tense with arousal. He can hear the slick sounds of the younger man pleasuring himself as he fucks his long fingers in and out torturously.

“A-are you going to—“ he cuts himself off, realising just how pathetic he would sound, begging for cock once again. But he can feel the brush of Jungkook’s hard length against his ass as he works it steadily with his other hand. It’s too distracting not to think about. “A-are you going to fuck me with your big cock?” He’s never been so needy for anyone, always taking care of himself when the mood strikes. However, he can’t picture a world where he’s alone forever after experiencing the way Jungkook possesses every dip and curve of his body.

Jungkook's lower lip becomes swollen from biting on it so much, eyes widen at Jimin's needy state. The elder seems completely consumed by every touch, and it makes him feel so powerful. Jeon Jungkook knew power. He had it all. But none of it compared to this. Having power of another human being on such a deep level. Jimin needs him, and him only. And right now, all the blonde needs is his cock.

"Yeah." Jungkook simply states. "Gonna fuck you again, and again and again until your insides are shaped for my cock only.” Jungkook withdraws his fingers from Jimin's hole, quickly replacing it with his cock by driving his hips forward, filling up the blonde with one swift motion. A low moan slips past his lips, with one palm flat on the wet tile next to Jimin's head, seeking leverage while the other hand firmly grips his hip.

Jimin’s small hole is gaped and hungry for Jungkook to drive in deep. It’s all he can think about until he’d had it; then, it’s pure gut-wrenching pleasure.

“Fuck me hard, please, pleeease,” the blonde begs in pitchy moans, voice quavering each time Jungkook’s hips slap against his pert ass. He winces as the pace increases without warning. It’s a pleasure in every sense of the word to be used by the photographer like this. He can feel the sting of his fresh tattoo as the hot water hits it between light rubs into the chilled wall. Each time it’s grazed by hot and cold, Jimin is reminded of the permanent claim the younger has on his body, and the matching claim he has over his.

Jimin rolls his hips back onto Jungkook’s cock and shudders as his walls contract around the hot prodding barbell. “Wanna cum just from your cock. Gah—” He rolls his hips faster, rushing to reach his high at an impatient speed. “Use me,” he pants, barely above a whisper as he begins to lose control of his hoarse voice.

"Shit...you're such a slut." Jungkook growls out as his overgrown fringe hangs over his eyes and looks down at the way his cock disappears into Jimin's ass. “Your hole is so greedy—fuck, squeezing and sucking me in like it never wants me to leave." He’s just as greedy, wet skin smacking against Jimin’s, echoing loudly in the room.

Needy for more momentum, the younger takes a step back, pulling Jimin's ass with him in one hand and pushing his back down into a stable position. “Arch your back for me baby."

Jimin does as he’s told without question, just the way his partner likes it. Jungkook places both of his strong hands on Jimins ass cheeks and spreads them to properly see his cock drill in and out. His clawing grasp taints Jimins skin red, fucking into his abused hole with more strength, tugging the boy’s hips back to meet his powerful thrusts.

“A cockslut. Jeon Jungkooks personal little cumdump. That's what you want to be, isn't it? Haa.." Kooks muscles tense up, feeling the heat of his orgasm pool in his lower abdomen. He desperately chases the feeling, paying no mind to Jimin’s aching cock. He'd cum anyway, especially with the way the younger's thick, pierced tip repeatedly jams against his prostate.

Jimin swears his knees could buckle with each new punishing thrust of the younger’s heavy cock. He can already feel his orgasm building as his smaller frame is bent and contorted to be used, walls pulsing around the swollen shaft.

“Yes! Y-yes!” Jimin arches his back deep to grant the other man all the leverage he needs to push in entirely, sinking his reddened tip nice and deep, causing Jimin to drool onto the tiled floor. “I’m a cockslut...I’m your fucking cumdump...”

As he’s fucked dumb Jimin abstains from touching himself. Without looking, he knows he’s painfully hard, dripping pre-cum. “Feel my tight ass gripping you...s-shit—your fat cock stretches me so good.” He peeks over his shoulder and watches Jungkook nip his bottom lip so tight that he’s sure the skin is breaking. Jungkook’s cheeks look hot and dewy from exertion; small beads of combined sweat and water drip down his soaked fringe and trail down his tensed muscles. “Gonna—oh, god...” the blonde strains against Jungkook’s hold and cums untouched, streaking his release down the tile wall, cut off by the younger cursing and stilling within him, so close to pushing every drop into his spent hole. “C-cum in me,” he whines, feeling the younger swell within him as his pitch gets louder. “Please, please, pleaseee.” He locks eyes with Jungkook and loses himself in his dark feral orbs. “Fill me up again...and again—“

Jungkook's eyes remain open, focusing on Jimin's desperate face as he cums, buried to the hilt, ensuring his blonde receives every single drop of what he has to offer. His cock throbs heavily and cum erupts like a volcanic explosion, thick and hot inside. "Oh my god, my little butterfly."

His throaty, strained moan reverberates as he empties himself inside, smoothing his large hands across Jimin's back before wrapping around his torso, pulling him up and holding him close against his flushed chest. A soft kiss on his neck follows before Jungkook pulls himself out with a quiet whine of oversensitivity.

"You're so perfect for me," Jungkook praises, wasting no time in carelessly shoving his fingers inside Jimin to prod the cum out, letting most of it simply dribble out and wash down the drain. “Still down for overwatch? I'm not sleepy…”

Jimin stretches and feels his body become slack with exhaustion. It has been a LONG day. He doesn’t care much for the game himself, but any opportunity to see Jungkook’s childish joy is a coveted one. Plus, he has to get better so he could beat him one day. The man is good at everything, he muses internally, recalling the beautiful photography sets he made just for him. There has to be a weak point somewhere.

“I’ll need one of your bananamilks if I’m going to stay awake much longer,” he yawns, resting against the younger’s side as they walk into the living room. “And then get ready to fight for your life, Jeon,” he smiles. “I won’t go easy on you.”

Jungkook hands Jimin a cozy bathrobe to wear to the living room and opts for boxers for himself. He’s generally warm, and nothing beats sitting in your couch, gaming in only his underwear. Well, maybe being naked, but that'd be cheating if he taunted the blonde with his goods during an Overwatch session.

“Let me get some, you start up the game okay?” Jungkook points towards the large TV as he diverts from their path to go find the fridge. He pulls out a couple bananamilks—more than one is surely going to be needed, at least for him. He shoves a few drinks into his arms as he carries them to the living room, letting them plop down on the glass table in front of the couch. “Alright, drink up, let's do practice rounds first to warm you up.” He grabs a drink for himself and sips on it as he raises a coy eyebrow towards Jimin.

Jimin exhales a big yawn and stretches one arm to the ceiling while the other brings the sweet milk to his lips. He takes a couple gulps and lets the cool liquid swirl along his taste buds, already familiar with the taste, nearly addicted to the artificial flavor.

"Practice rounds?" He blinks up at Jungkook with glassy eyes, snuggling deeper into his fluffy and luxurious robe to get cozy. He sets the sugary drink aside and grips the controller with both hands, ready to try his best. "No bets, this time around," he winks at the younger man, "After I beat you, it's time for bed."

Jungkook fake pouts, slumping down on the couch with his controller in one hand and his drink in the other, chugging it down fast. “One bet. The winner gets backrubs.” He glances over at Jimin with his childish grin, finishing off his milk before starting the game.

"Hmf." Jimin smiles ahead at the tv screen and fiddles with the controller in his hands, already sweating, having lost in his mind. Why did he propose this idea? He must be a glutton for punishment because there is no way he can win against the younger. Yet... "One bet," Jimin emphasizes with one finger, "But if there's backrubs on the line, just know, I will try my best to win." He's overly ambitious. Even when he knows he's complete shit at the game, he can't help but fully commit to everything he does, whether it be a quick round of Overwatch or a spontaneous tattoo.

“Bet you'd love that. I'm great at back rubs,” Jungkook counters, nudging the elders shoulder with his own before he starts the match. “Okay, best out of three. I'm a bit tired.” He admits, rubbing his eye with one hand before grappling at his controller the second the round starts. Kook loves back rubs, but in all honesty, there isn't much else he wants than to be on the giving end in this... He knows he can easily have his way without the bet, but there is this part of him that feels more satisfied if it is earned.

As the match carries on, he shows no mercy on the first round. Second round, he slacks slightly, giving Jimin the illusion of getting better. Actually, he is getting better. Kook can tell Jimin tries really hard, but in the end, he’s still no match compared to the younger. Now Jungkook wants to lose. So, on the last round, he deliberately slacks off and gives his reactions more time as he eventually would be at a disadvantage.

“Damn…” He chuckles as if he wasn't just allowing Jimin to absolutely crush him.

Jimin tucks his lip in concentration, feeling a small bead of sweat trail down his craned neck. He squints his eyes to see the screen clearly—everything is moving so quick he doesn’t fully compute his next move until it’s already made. But his efforts seem to pay off, surprisingly.

“A-am I winning?” he asks, aghast. He can barely believe it, but he isn’t one to argue with a good thing. He haphazardly mashes the buttons on his controller, physically moving it to the motion of his character on the screen. His head tilts to the side to follow the virtual battle until it’s confirmed—he won. He sets down his controller with a shy smile and looks up at Jungkook with puppy eyes. “You’re a good teacher, Jeon. Too good.” He stands from the couch and nods his head towards the direction of the bedroom. “I’m ready for my reward now.”

Jungkook groans in his fake annoyance, throwing the controller to the side as he stands up, quickly wrapping his arms around Jimin only to pick him up and carry him to the bedroom.

“You did well, Jimin-aaaah~'' He draws out the endearing twist to the elders name, knowing it will make him a bit flustered, however, certain he’ll love it.

Jimin is so small, and despite the muscular build, he’s light in Jungkook's arms. The photographer kicks the door closed behind them with his heel, approaching the large bed and gently placing the blonde down on the soft sheets.

“I'm a decent big spoon, just saying.”

“I know,” Jimin smiles, remembering the previous night. Jungkook held him close and breathed heavily in his sleep, utterly dead to the world. It’s as if his presence made the younger sleep deeply, or at least that’s how Jimin likes to remember it.

Jimin touches his own cheeks to feel the heat radiate off them. He’s an absolute puddle after Jungkook said his name. It seems that now it only takes the smallest bit of effort from the younger to make him pliant and soft. With his easy defeat and the way Jungkook happily slung him over his shoulder, Jimin wonders just what’s gotten into him. Must be the sugar rush off the bananamilk, he thinks.

Jimin wriggles out of his robe and crawls under the covers, warming his body within the plush designer material. “I make a great little spoon,” he smiles, contentedly nestled in the warm embrace of the oversized bedding, “...so I’ve been told.”

Jungkook manages to keep his face straight, for the most part. His lips twitches, not so subtly displeased with the sentence, '...so I've been told.’ He’s not surprised that Jimin has likely had many partners in his past, but he will surely be the last.

He joins Jimin underneath the covers and presses his warm skin against the blonde's small back. Kook's hands reach between them, smoothing his palm across the fine, prominent line showcasing Jimin's spine... He thinks that sometime he should get a proper photograph of this visual.

“I'd love to have your back tattooed as well,” Kook adds, not exactly directing his words towards Jimin himself—more so discussing out in the air, all while his hand mindlessly rub up and down, feeling every dent and curve of Jimin's body.

Jimin closes his eyes and enjoys the slow sensation of Jungkook rubbing him, from the wide expanse of his shoulder blades down to the small dip of his lower back. A small moan presses from his lips as the pressure builds around the tensed muscles of his deep tissue, then softens around his delicate spine. It's all the more reason to fall so quick and deep with the photographer. He can be rough and treat Jimin like he isn't a breakable model, then treat him like the most precious and fragile being on earth. He's soft and sweet yet wholly motivated and demanding at times. Perhaps it's his sleepy state of mind, but Jimin instantly nods in agreement, committing to the plan. Even if Jungkook's musing wasn't directed at anyone in particular, he is interested in what exactly the younger has in mind.

"What would you like to mark onto my back?" He asks, rolling his hips gently into the crook of Jungkook's groin.

Jungkook feels his cock twitch at the small sound emitting from Jimin's plushy lips, and the way the elder gently presses against it surely doesn't do anything but spur his erection to awaken. One would say he's insatiable, but truly he's never been this hungry for a person before.

“I would love…” Kook inches his hips closer, making it known that he's already feeling needier by the second. “A snake,” he adds with a low voice. His calloused fingertips trace from Jimin's shoulder down to the dimples on his lower back. “All the way down.” His hand movee to settle on Jimin's hips, softly digging his fingers into his skin to feel how the flesh protrudes between his digits. He presses his hardened cock against the blondes ass as a quiet sigh slips past his lips—the memory of being inside is still fresh on his mind. Seemingly, his cock remembers vividly as well. “I'd love to see it every time I play with you.”

Jimin rolls his hips again, deliberate and tight against Jungkook's hardening length. "Mhm," he hums. "Okay, I'll get it." The mere thought of the man playing with him over and over while his hardened cock grinds against his bare ass makes Jimin's arousal pit in the hollow of his stomach. He melts into the younger's touch as he grips and holds tight to his hips. Less and less, Jimin worries about the repercussions of his actions. If it feels right, he's doing it. The same philosophy goes for his clothing line, and it extends to each new step he takes with the photographer. He reaches between his thighs and palms his aching length, so desperate and needy for more relief. "You can mark me with whatever you want."

"I know." Jungkook breathes into Jimin's neck. Huffs fan against Jimin’s skin, hot and shallow, and hands travel down further to his ass, shamelessly grabbing at the plump cheek. "I will mark every inch of your body one way or the other. You're mine, right?" Kook presses a soft kiss on Jimin's neck, loving the way his body shudders slightly under his simple touch.

"Yes, sir," Jimin breathes, arching his back so his ass is flush with Jungkook's aching shaft. "I'm yours to mark and claim and fuck." At the peak of his desperation, Jimin says whatever comes to mind, paying no mind to how needy he sounds. It's so late and all his body wants is to be impossibly close to the other man, by any means. He wraps his hand around his rock-hard cock and strokes languidly, muffling his pitchy moans into a nearby pillow.

"That's right." Jungkook whispers into Jimin's ear before lightly sucking his earlobe between his teeth, giving it a playful tug. Kook glances down at his clothed cock, aching and staining the fabrics with droplets of his precum. “Fuck...you already got me wet again." He chuckles through a breathy sigh, not hesitating to undress, freeing his heavy length to fall onto Jimin's bare ass. He uses his hands to spread Jimin, just enough to place his cock against the puffy hole, rubbing his entire length between the plump cheeks in a teasing manner. His hips move lazily with no care to how needy his own sleepy, raspy groans must sound. "I'm gonna fuck you again. I'm sure your little hole doesn't need any preparation this time, no?"

Jimin shakes his head; face buried deep in the soft pillow. He quickens his pace, stroking his throbbing cock as Jungkook lines himself up and prods his glistening tip at his entrance. Without much coaxing, the younger slips inside, using the glide of his precum to ease in and out with shallow prods. Jimin's mouth falls open as he tries to compose his thoughts, but the words fall out into the open as filthy little confessions, telling the younger exactly how he'd like to be used.

"Fuck me slow...and deep. Please." He whimpers into the pillow, clutching it desperately in his free hand while the other works his own precum over his reddened tip, teasing the receptive head of his cock while Jungkook plays with his ass. The soreness from earlier has completely subsided. All he feels is an overwhelming desire to be connected to Jungkook at all times; to be insatiable, together. "Cum in me. I'll keep it warm—fuck..." His breaths become uneven and labored as he strokes his hand down his shaft in a smooth motion. "...fill my ass. Wanna feel you inside me while I sleep."

Jungkook adores Jimin's filthy mouth. The more riled up the blonde gets, the filthier his language becomes; needy, begging and whiny… He doesn't say anything, but responds with actions. He grasps Jimin's leg and lifts it up slightly to grant himself access, slowly thrusting himself in deeper—jewelry on his swollen tip grazing the deepest parts with ease. His other hand is used as a cushion for his head as he lays on his side, hand tugging at the back of Jimin's curls to bring his ear closer to his lips.

"You may keep fucking your hand all you want, but be wise with your orgasm.'' Jungkook moans when he feels Jimin's ass clench around cock, moving in and out of him at a tortuously slow pace. ''But I won't stop if you cum too fast into your pretty little hand...fuck...I can fall asleep like this, cock buried in you, using you like my own little cockwarmer." He let go of Jimin's hair, laying his head down comfortably on the pillow as he hookw the elders leg over his hip, lazily grinding his hips into his ass, low breathy moans taking over his ability, or want, to speak.

"But Jungkookieee," Jimin whimpers aloud, unable to reel in the tone of his voice once the younger man slowly drags his thick cock in and out of his tight hole torturously slow. The fresh piercing glides against his velvet walls and teases his sensitive prostate; swollen and throbbing from overuse. Jimin pumps his dick occasionally but temporarily refrains from going too fast out of fear he might cum too soon. He was already so close when Jungkook entered him that he could cum just from the delicious stretch.

"Mmf--" Jimin muffles his needy noises into the pillow and focuses on their connection, hot breath and sinful praises falling from Jungkook's cherry lips as he melds their bodies together with a gentle roll of his hips. "G-gonna..." He smothers his face in the pillow and starts to stroke himself when the pleasure becomes too much to bear. "Gonna cum around your cock...Gonna—ahh—" He loses his composure and shakily shoots his release into his small hand, smearing the fluid messily as he clenches, then lets go of everything.

If Jimin hadn’t been used three times already, Koo could have been less considerate. He would have wanted the elder to continue to stroke himself through the oversensitivity, but he'd been so good. Koo decides to just let Jimin relax and take what the younger one gives.

"I love the sounds you make. You sound so desperate for me... fuck..." Jungkook's hips grind faster, no longer pulling out all the way, instead keeping himself snug and deep inside as he shallowly drives his pelvis against Jimin's ass, piercing still prodding and abusing the elders prostate. "Keep squeezing, keep going, I'll cum..." Jungkook moans through his dampened lips, swollen from biting down on them. "Oh, fuck... you're so tight, I'm gonna cum—" his low words break into a silence, heavy breaths replacing them as he grabbed Jimin harshly only to press his hips flush against his ass, reaching as deep as possible. His cock desperately throbs inside of Jimin, gushing with spurts of his thick, sticky cum claiming it's spot. "Mine..." Jungkook whispers, letting go of Jimin and wrapping his arm around to hug him. He keeps his pulsating cock lodged inside to keep all the cum securely in place. "You're so cute. It's the third time today and you're still so so needy... ahh, you're perfect for me." He mumbles as he presses his cheek against the pillow, closing his eyes to finally get some sleep.

Jimin pulsates around Jungkook's cock as it remains deep inside his abused hole. He feels calm and secure, connected together, used for the photographer's pleasure. He could slip off to sleep at any moment, but the sticky mess tacking his hand to his slick cock distracts him from fully surrendering to his heavy eyelids.

"W-wait." He remembers back to Jungkook's personal studio—how wide his deep brown eyes got when Jimin crawled on hands and knees to lap his own cum off the floor. Jimin lifts his sticky hand from his twitching cock and looks over his shoulder at Jungkook. The man is already halfway asleep, but his eyes are open to slits, watching him patiently. "Look how hard you made me cum, Jeon..." He holds his dripping fingers to the light and marvels at how the thick fluid slides down his palm. Before it falls onto his wrist, he captures it on his tongue, flattening it on his skin for the younger to see. "Mm," he moans, moving his hand to lick away every drop.

Jungkook's doe eyes widen at the sight, swirling with admiration. Jimin truly was perfect, everything he wants and needs. "C'mere," he sleepily whispers as he reaches to grasp Jimin's chin, turning the man’s neck to draw him in for a kiss, humming in content at the taste of the elders' release mixed with their spit. Jungkook pulls back with a coy smile and eyes, struggling to stay open as he buries his face in Jimin's back, arm secured around him as he remains still inside, keeping his cum from seeping out. "Goodnight baby," Kook murmurs into the smaller man's back, mouthing a silent 'I love you' before pressing his lips against his clammy skin, quickly drifting off to dreamland.

#fic: mused obsession #yandere jungkook #yandere bts #jungkook x jimin #jikook #jikook smut #jungkook smut #jimin smut #bts mxm #bts mxm smut #kookmin #kookmin smut #sombreboy #chimoona

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tianshanallthetime · 4 years ago

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Fantasy AU: Prince Tian, the jaw-dropping handsome young man that everyone in the kingdom fawns over, falls for the poor baker apprentice Mo Guan Shan and visits him every day for his pastries. Of course, his castle has his own bakers (finest in the land some say) but like Mo’s buns better 😏. People in the kingdom start to question why the prince is visits this poor baker so often....

“I really dont know who the hell is this!” Guan Shan felt sweat at his back. He rubbed his nose with his flour covered hands. He was trying to design a tiny cupcake but he was feeling pretty angry. There was this man who came the bacery every single afternoon. The bakery was not that crowded anyway he should’ve been grateful for an extra costumer, but he was not. Because this “man”, he wasn’t even that sure anymore because except his eyes the man was almost invisible like camouflaged, was here every day at the same hour. Their store was not bad but the bacery was in the rural area, people were poor. You wouldnt see a person who eates cupcakes every day. The man was not that sweet-flavor-person, Mo figured that out after the fourth day. He came, stayed for a while, bought the same bun and sometimes cupcakes then left. That was his routine. But Guan Shan was done. It was a bad day, the girl who helped him was sick so he was all alone and the owner was too old to do anything but napping. With everything on his shoulders, he was trying to decorate a god damn cupcake and the same dude was literally checking him out. Shamelessly. Then he just stopped. He throw the flour bag and stupid litte cupcakes to a side and his gloves to another side. He was sick and tired of man’s looks. He passed the counter then started to walking towards him. When his approach became more visible the man started to look him in the eye with a literally amazed expression. “What do you think you are doing?” He was feeling good, powerful actually. The man scanned him for a while and then smiled. No Mo wasn’t able to see his lips he just figured it out by looking at his eyes. “Im just enjoying my bun. What are you doing?” What a fucking douche bag! Mo was not a fan of sarcasm, at least with the people who are strangers. He rather be quiet around new people but this dude, he was now sure he was a man because of his voice and more visible short hair, was literally picking his nerves. “Look, I don’t know what do you want but whatever it is, stop it okay? I don’t have time for strangers or their disturbing looks.” The man laughed. He literally laughed, Mo was about to growl because of anger. “You wouldn’t be saying these if you could see my face.” Then he laughed little more, Mo frowned. “Cut the bullshit.” Weather was cold but the shop was warmer of course. Man was wearing a scarf, Mo was trying too hard to understand him because his voice was husky. Then the man dropped the scarf to his neck. And Mo almost dropped his jaw. Right in front of him the prince was sitting. The real actual, and pretty handsome,prince was sitting in front of him with a bun in his hand. A bun that he made. Mo stepped back unconsciously, then one more. He didn’t know what to do because seeing the goddamn prince was not a normal thing! He just ran back to the kitchen and tried to control his breath. He literally said ‘cut the bullshit’ to the fucking prince! If he let him live he would think he is lucky. “Oh god, fuck, shit. I’m gonna be dead meat by tomorrow. Oh my god.” His hand reached his chest and he leaned back into the counter. What the actual fuck? “Okay. Okay Mo we got this. We are still alive. Okay.” He left the kitchen and passed the counter again without anger this time. The man was gone. He said shit over and over. He probably left to call his guards to kill Mo. That was definitely why he left. Mo checked the hour. There was no one coming anyway, he left the bacery. He couldn’t stop looking back. The prince kept coming and even more, he started to talk. He came to the kitchen and started to talk randomly. Mo didn’t say a word at first because the other man was the goddamn prince. He was worried about his life and he wasn’t the type to control his words. However, after almost two weeks Mo started to talk with him, even laugh. Regardless of the rumors about “prince’s secret lover at the village.”

#tianshan #tianshan prompt #tianshan fic #tianshan au #he tian #mo guan shan #19 days #19 tian #old xian #jian yi #zhang zheng xi #she li

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serararku · 4 years ago

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Dancing in the Sand Pt 3

The sun had ducked beneath the horizon by the time Zevi made it to the designated area at the edge of the territory. Just like Era described, the half-sundered boulder concealed a crevice only a young kitten could run through. Between the dry shrubs clinging to life rested the path he was instructed to follow, but he couldn't shake the feeling he was being watched. He half-expected an animal had made its home in the widened opening halfway through this secret passage, but what he found was far more intriguing.

A small clay pot filled with hastily made arrows sat along what looked to be an old campsite; half of them were of terrible quality, with the others not even finished. A pile of rocks cut and sharpened sat in the corner of this little hovel. But the paintings are what held his attention the longest. There were two Miqo'te standing side by side with the sun shining over their heads; one was short with black hair and blue eyes, and the other was disproportionately tall, with long white hair and an over emphasis on its bright orange eyes. There was no doubting it- this was Era’s doing when she first left her tribe to search for S'tage. This place was cut off from the elements, meaning these paintings would last for decades… perhaps even much longer. She had to be down here for a few days in hiding to make these drawings, as well as all the projects she started but never finished.

"Would she do this for me?" A thought crept along the back of his neck to whisper doubt into his ear. "If I were captured… would she devote this much energy to save my life? If he returned from beyond the grave… would she run off with him?" R'zevi couldn't decide if it was the dropping temperature of the desert night or his waning confidence that was responsible for the chill running up his spine, but he could no longer ignore this dreadful cold. But he wasn't here to sit in this cave to witness the obsessive adoration his lover once had for another man. With nothing else left to look at, he promptly turned to leave this place behind.

As soon as he stepped out of the narrow passage and into a wide clearing between the crags the hair's on the back of his neck stood up; immediately he stopped and looked upward, locking eyes with a band of tribal women wearing beige leathers for camouflage, and armed to the teeth with stained bone spears and longbows. They stood along the edge of the cliff, their eyes glowing dimly against the backdrop of the starless sky. Was he caught? Was this a search party he was supposed to avoid? Zevi’s mind was abuzz with questions with limited ways to find answers. They knew this area far better than he did, so running was probably not a good idea. On the other hand, Era would likely never forgive him if he fought them, especially if he managed to wound, maim, or even kill any of them. Against his better judgement he remained perfectly still, his pale blue eyes glimmering right back at them. This silent staring contest would have to continue until one of them made a move.

“It’s alright. This is the one she promised.” A voice called out in that familiar huntspeak, provoking Zevi to turn his head. A tribal woman stood beside a bed of flowering cacti, armed with only her flowing brown hair and glowing green eyes. It was like looking through time to stare face to face at Era twenty summers into the future. He knew they would look alike, sure, but he expected her to have some features from her father; the resemblance was almost uncanny. She looked up at the women and nodded, sending the hunting party away to give them some privacy. “Come closer… we have much to discuss.”

Zevi’s ears flattened for a moment as he warily watched the hunting party move away. Gradually his ears lifted as it seemed that the party had no intention of doubling back. Satisfied that he wasn’t about to take an arrow -- or worse, to the back, he turned his attention to the woman before him, taking a few cautious steps in her direction. “S’yuun?”

“Yuun is fine. You must be Zevi, yes?” She calmly smiled, seemingly relaxing once she heard his voice.

“Yes, my name is Zevi.”

“Wonderful.” Once she was close enough to touch, she began to circle him, poking at his chest and stomach inspectantly, before running her fingers along the scars and muscles on his arms; she seemed to be grading him. “So you’re the one who convinced my daughter to abandon her duty for so long, hm?”

He watched as she sized him up, his brow furrowing for a moment while she touched his form; he’d expected an inspection of some kind, but this wasn’t quite what he had in mind. “Convinced?” He repeated, indignantly. “I was concerned for her when she decided to return, to visit the tribe, but I never tried to convince her not to go. Era’s will is her own and I’ve known that from the beginning.” His gaze continued to follow the older Miqo’te, cautious -- but trying not to be overly guarded.

Just as Era warned, her mother had a poor grasp of personal space. She reached up to run a hand through his hair, traced his jawline with a finger, and pressed her palm against his chest in several places. Zevi struggled to resist pushing her hands away; she was making him feel more like a prized pig or a slab of meat than an actual person. Even worse, she either didn’t notice or didn’t care how uncomfortable she was making him. “That’s not entirely true. Era is governed by her emotions. Just like her father.” At last her inspection ended when she wrapped her arms around her waist, and he could breathe easy- for now.

“She...can be a bit emotional at times, yes...” He admitted.

Yuun didn’t seem to hear him while she practically undressed him with her eyes. “Plenty of scars and muscles. And not bulky, ugly muscles. Lean. Practical. A real body befitting a real man… unlike our Nunh.” She then motioned for him to follow her, but she didn’t walk far. Just a few paces away she unfolded a fur blanket and draped it along the ground. She sat crossed-legged before patting the blanket beside her. “Have you… come to kill him?”

Zevi waited for her to sit before easing down onto the blanket, with an eyebrow perking at the comparison. His ears tilted back as his brow furrowed - he’d had these talks before. “It’s not my intent, no. Era doesn’t seem too keen on sharing, and when I left my tribe I made the decision to live in the Free Cities, rather than attempt to become a Nunh -- I hear the life expectancy is a bit better for Tias there.”

“How peculiar…” Yuun’s smile was soft but fleeting. “I have three sons. One is still with us, too young to yet survive on his own, and two sons out there training to become Nunhs. A part of me hopes they succeed… but the chances of that are… very slim. They were frail kittens when they were born, and…” She trailed off to wring her hands together. “I wish they had the courage to leave this life behind. Maybe… they’re in your tribeless cities with lovers of their own?” Her voice was more hopeful than factual, as if she was trying to convince herself of what she was saying.

“Maybe they did make the decision to give the Free Cities a go - there are many Tias out there, quite a few of them with families of their own. So it is a possibility…” He trailed off, swallowing roughly and lacing his hands together, unable to stop the frown that formed as she spoke of the choice he knew was inevitably going to come.

Not eager to dwell on the idea of her dead sons any longer, she cleared her throat and promptly changed the subject. “Well… if you’re not here to kill Vahli, then there’s only one way this ordeal will play out. My daughter will be found out eventually, and she’ll have to make a choice. Her family… or you.”

His gaze dropped to his hands, his hair long enough to cover his eyes. “I know that. I’ve always known that there would be a choice. First with Tage, and now with her family. I’ve never hid my wishes...for her to stay with me, have a family with me...but as I said, Era’s will is her own. Whatever she decides I’ll stand by - even if that means watching her leave.” He exhaled sharply before looking up once more.

Yuun couldn’t hide her laughter, or perhaps she didn’t even try. “Hahahah! If you think Era wouldn’t choose you over us, you haven’t been paying attention! This is bigger than a fawning obsession for a man she’s never mated with. What you two have is real, is it not? You have given her what no Nunh ever could. Happiness… happiness and the freedom to pursue it.”

Zevi blinked slowly. “I...yes, it’s very real. I just want her to be happy - whatever that means. I’d very much like for it to be with me...I enjoy our time together and she makes me happier than I can remember being. But I also know she loathes the idea of losing you. We’ve...briefly talked of the future before, of children...and the one damper on the conversation was the thought that you wouldn’t be able to see them.”

Yuun turned to watch the flashes of lightning far off in the distance, falling silent for a few long breaths. “I would love to be there when she gives birth to her first kitten. To hold my granddaughter in my arms… or grandson.” Her gaze flicked to Zevi for an instant as a smile danced along her lips again. “But I know she would never be happy as a tribewife. The bloodlust of her father courses through her veins. She’s a warrior, through and through.” Yuun eventually turned her body to face Zevi directly. “I want you to do something for me.”

He watched her for a moment, before letting his gaze get pulled away by the distant lighting - a small smile gracing his features as he recalled another impactful thunderstorm not all that long ago. His attention was pulled back as she spoke of ‘tribewives’ and he tilted his head as she turned to face him. “What’s that?”

"Protect my little kitten. Be her voice of reason when next she does something reckless." Her stare was piercing. "And I want grandkittens. Lots of them. I may never see or hold them myself, but… knowing she is happy will always be more important."

Zevi nodded as she spoke, turning to focus on Yuun once more - rather than watching the distant lightning. “I’ll do my best...in all regards. And maybe...one day...you will get to see and hold your grandchildren. I mentioned we talked about children - but we did note it might not be for a little while…”

Yuun didn't seem to mind, simply shrugging and turning back to the storm. The wind was beginning to pick up, tossing her auburn hair aloft before she reached up with both hands to tame it. "When she left us to chase after that dead man, I was convinced my oldest daughter would never return, or worse- get herself killed out there. Many nights I had nightmares of her laying in a pool of her own making, calling out for me as she faded away. I don't expect you to understand the loss of a child, but… it was all I could think about for moons on end. And just when I thought I had grown numb to the pain, I turned around and she's standing there smiling like she never left." She gave Zevi a side glance before continuing with, "Knowing she's alive and happy is good enough for me. Take her far away from this place when the time comes, Zevi of the Raptor Tribe. She deserves a peaceful life… you both do."

He reached up and ran a hand through his hair - a nervous habit. “I’ll take care of her, Yuun. I never felt at home with my tribe. I didn’t feel at home in the Free Cities. I didn’t know what home was until I met Era.” He paused, before his ears folded back a bit. “I...didn’t mention my tribe. How did you know?”

She gave him a playful smile before reaching over to trace her fingers along his chin to wipe away any comfort he had built up since sitting down alongside her. "Your markings gave it away. It's difficult to tell at a distance… but up close it's obvious." Yuun licked her lips before continuing. "More than a few Tia from your tribe have come to challenge our Nunh." She leaned over and took his hand to trace the markings on her own face. "See? Every woman from the Zu Tribe has the same markings. We check those to ensure a bought tribewife or upcoming Tia isn't from another sect… to prevent inbreeding."

“That...doesn’t surprise me. The fact that there have been more than a few Tias from my tribe. There were quite a few Nunhs when I was growing up who didn’t last very long. My father was one of them.” His brow furrowed and he hummed thoughtfully, as he lowered his hand. “I never paid any attention to the markings, but then again - I didn’t have any intention of remaining with the tribe, so I suppose I didn’t need to.” He reached up to rub the back of his neck before glancing out towards the storm in the distance once again. Yuun must have noticed the tonal shift when he mentioned his father; and she had just the thing to distract him.

"The love for my children is boundless. However the intimacy between two kindred spirits is something I will never know firsthand…" The woman casually untied her fur wrappings, letting what little clothes she wore slide down her figure. She then turned to gaze at him with a familiar hunger in her eyes, as naked as the day she was born; and when she reached out for him, she draped a leg over his lap to straddle him.

It took a moment for Zevi to process what was happening. His eyes widened as she settled herself onto him, the action effectively knocking him from his shock induced stupor. He’d known there might be an attempt - he’d been acutely aware of just how close the older woman was as he’d sat down on the blanket. "Lay with me like you do with my daughter.” Her voice was soft and eager now, but it sounded more like a command than a request. She could feel his heart pounding against his chest, and it only made her devious grin grow. “I want to taste true love for myself. These desert nights are so cold… won't you warm yourself inside me?" Yuun didn't even wait for his reply before she pressed her breasts against him when she leaned forward, her hands slipping between them to undo his belt.

He blinked hard several times and swallowed roughly, but he reached down to still her hands before the belt could be removed. “Yuun...no.” He looked up with a face flushed red, his gaze locking with hers. “I love your daughter, and I made a promise to her. I won’t break that promise.”

She paused from undressing him, but didn’t make a move to get off him. "You know what she had to do in order for our Nunh to listen to her, yes? Was that not fair to you? Why should you keep a promise when she did not?" She slowly brushed her nose against his, and brought her alluring voice down to a whisper. "Tell me you don’t want this..."

“I know...what she did with the Nunh, yes. She told me the day she returned.” He gave a shaky exhale as he paused to gather his thoughts. “I was...angry, hurt - on some level I still am-...but I knew it was a possibility when she left.” His ears flattened against his head. “I almost expected it, to be honest. She wanted to see her family again, and there was going to be a price to pay. But that...that was Era’s choice. When I give my word, Yuun, I do my best to see it through. I gave Era my word - I won’t betray that trust, even if she betrayed mine.”

A warm smile lit up her face as she stared into his eyes, eventually pulling her hands away from his waist to caress his chin. "My, my… you are a strange one." She then looked hungrily at his lips, silently contemplating whether or not she would push him onto his back and sleep with him anyway; instead she leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek, before lifting her leg and to slide out of his lap. "I won’t tempt you any further." Yuun assured, running her hands through her hair one last time before she began reaching for her furs. "But I should warn you about that other Tia. He had no such restraint to reveal how he felt about my daughter." Her bright green eyes flashed in his direction again once she pulled her clothes over her head. "He loves her, I think. A different kind than you two share, but just as passionate. Safe travels… and thank you for humoring me."

Zevi relaxed as she slid off of his lap and dressed before his gaze narrowed in her direction. “...What other Tia? K’thalen??”

Yuun simply shrugged, visibly disappointed that her night would end with far less excitement than she had planned. "I didn't catch his name, but he's certainly of the Hipparion Tribe. Dark skin and yellow eyes… does that sound familiar?"

He nodded as he focused on fixing his belt. Era had the same air of disappointment when he told her no; yet another personality quirk she inherited from her mother... “K’thalen. She was living with him when we met and was intimate with him for a time.”

"People don't change so easily. Passion doesn't burn out at the snap of one’s fingers." With a gentle sigh and a subtle frown, Yuun reluctantly rose to her feet to begin preparing her trip back to the heart of her territory. "Era may be obsessed with you, but that doesn't mean her previous lovers have let go of their desires. Just some food for thought."

He stood, casting one more glance out at the horizon and the distant storm. Appropriate. “We’ve discussed Thalen. Part of the reason she moved into my apartment was because of the...of my discomfort with her living with him.” He frowned as he reached up to rub the back of his neck. Yuun on the other hand simply pretended she knew what an ‘apartment’ was. “...I wouldn’t expect other’s passions to fade overnight. Maybe it’s naive - but I trust her, Era - to be honest with me about what she wants...even when it’s painful to hear. If she wanted to be with K’thalen, she would be.”

Yuun silently stalked Zevi while he was distracted by the distant lightning, before running her hand down his arm and across his stomach to feel his muscles again; if she wasn’t attracted to his body, she certainly would have fooled him. "My daughter isn't the one you should be worried about. Men are driven by their desires… and even the best of them can succumb to their cravings. This Thalen seems harmless and kind enough, but the desire for her remains."

Zevi gave a long, slow exhale - focusing on what she was saying rather than the trail of her fingers. “The warning is duly noted. I can’t stop Thalen from wanting her, but I can do my damnedest to make sure that Era’s needs and desires are met...that she doesn’t have the need to look elsewhere to be satisfied…”

She turned away to pull the blanket off the ground before casually suggesting, "You could always challenge him for Era's affection. If you think you can take him, it would make him think twice about pursuing her when you're not around… or you could eliminate all doubt entirely and kill him."

He frowned as he glanced back over his shoulder at her. “I will do what I have to in order to protect Era, but she is also able to choose and take care of herself. Thalen can pursue - but that doesn’t mean she has to give in to his requests or desires. Ultimately, it’s Era’s choice to make.”

“It is her choice.” Yuun repeated, smiling briefly. Her sharp whistle carried far over the Thanalan wastes, as if she was calling something… or someone. Out of the darkness a lone woman came running, armed with a scimitar and small round shield. “Unfortunately this is where we have to part ways, unless you’ve changed your mind?” She gave Zevi a playful wink, but she didn’t wait to listen to his refusal again. “Chaje, I am ready to leave.” The stranger undressed Zevi with her gaze as well- he was beginning to notice a trend around here. She gently took the woman by the arm to usher her back to her territory. Yuun glanced over her shoulder one last time and waved, choosing to depart without muttering another word.

Zevi watched them leave, his form finally relaxing. He had played this scenario over and over in his head for the full week before tonight, and he was still woefully unprepared for what actually happened. Yuun was, in an uncomfortable number of ways, just like her daughter; she knew what buttons to press to get a reaction out of him. A fully developed woman straddling him while completely naked was not something he was prepared for as well; still his heart was pounding against his chest and his face remained vibrant red. That was perhaps the biggest difference between mother and daughter. Yuun was bold and definitely not lacking any confidence.

He could stand there like an idiot all night trying to process what just happened. A part of him-- a throbbing part, couldn’t help but wonder what would be happening right now if only he had taken Yuun up on her offer; but he had officially worn out his welcome, and he needed to leave. A sigh slipped from his lips before he turned to make his way back, following the same route that he’d used to arrive at his destination.

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unironicduncanstan · 4 years ago

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[UNI’S LPS LORE DROP BITCH]

so ,,, i used to collect littlest pet shop (mostly the 1st and 2nd gen ones bc yall i am old) and theyre long gone now but. these are some of the lps i remember playing with and giving distinct personalities growing up. most of them didnt have names at all so im just referring to them with numbers and pictures. also warning it gets pretty Dark bc weird kid culture but here we go;;;

the first is #11 and #86. they were my absolute FAVORITES, a mother and daughter duo, a lot of their stories revolved around the kitten getting lost and the mom having to get to her, or the kitten dying and the mom having a mental breakdown. 11 mostly acted as a single mom but sometimes id cycle out different potential dads, usually the dog lps bc i did Not care abt the actual scientific lack of interspecial breeding possibilities

#25. a basic white picket fence ass dude, really common choice as the ‘dad’ in the above situation, he also was not immune to being ‘killed off’ for angst. was also cheated on a couple times by 11 (THOSE WERE AUS THO,,, DONT CANCEL HER ITS OK TO KEEP STANNING)

#200. she was #11s best friend, I think her name might have been hannah??? anyways if the mom and dad were killed off sometimes she’d “adopt” #86. but usually only after #86 fell into the custody of a terribly neglectful parent for a while and had to be rescued bc again, in my gay neurodivergent little brain peace was never an option

#487. another love interest for #11, usually competed with #25 in an almost edward vs jacob type battle of cool brooding boy and average mcfamily man. he was a big fav

#672. number #487s sister! usually either helped him get #11 like a wingman, or i’d flip the cards and make her manipulative and sabotage 11 bc she didnt think she was good enough for her brother. the personality switches id give characters were rly like. getting the bad ending in a video game,

#44. YET ANOTHER,, LOVE INTEREST FOR THAT ONE CAT,,,, but it was one sided and he always lost. poor friend zone ass simp im sorry man idk why you deserved that 😔 i think sometimes though id pair him with #200/hannah at the end. cant get the girl date her best friend idk i was 8 my morals were not always applicable to the adult situations i created

#14. SO I,,,, i ended up with three of these. and in the end i made them triplets that performed for the circus and were unhappy in their life of exploitation. i think sometimes they would. form a sui pact to escape their torment.

#137. HIS NAME WAS FUCKEN CHEESE

Groovy goat / unnumbered. I remember she was spanish to me but spoke mostly english, this decision was made bc i was an extremely white american child, and she was almost always involved somehow in a story bc she was my favorite design ever. anyways she usually was a model that would give a struggling lps a ‘makeover’ like that one scene in any dramatic disney live action film ever made

#464. another fav bc of her design omg. she was like a little sweetheart and would often play the role of ‘baby’ for any species i didnt already have designated ‘babies’ for. BUT, when i’d play with the other hamsters (we’ll get 2 them in a sec), i made them all the same age and theyd all crush on her at the same time lmao the DRAMA

#34, #35, #36. they were brothers and in order from left to right;;; biggest brother and a leader+positive role model, then the punkish middle brother that didnt like to listen and would often get them all in trouble, then the youngest nerdy brother that was naive and soft and did w/e he was told. they stuck together thru all their antics, except when #464 was involved, then theyd have a classic ‘fighting over a girl then realizing thats ridiculous’ arc. rly loved these guys cuz i always wanted a hamster so id pretend they were real animals sometimes too loL

#693. i got thsi in a mcdonalds happy meal but anyways she was a princess/queen/whatever and was very spoiled royalty. probably tried to behead some of the other lps idk. all she wanted was drama and money

#112. punk boy,,, usually paired with one of the ‘popular’ girls,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, oh my god did i government assign this dog duncan kin b4 td even existed yet

#48, #79 #42. !! HUGE FUCKEN BITCH ALERT !! (popular girls trio lol), i think a couple times i like, aged down #11 and got rid of the kitten for a ~highschool au~ where these girls bullied her but she ofc ended up stealing the middle ones man. and then other times i just paired the middle girl with #112 in a genuine ‘opposites attract’ ship . where were u guys when i was making duncney lps a thing tbh

#59. i love this guy but he was just an eccentric dork and mostly used for comedic effect

#43. love interest for #59 that he goofily fawned over till he eventually got the girl at the end of every story bc i loved cliches

#673. usually a mysterious adventurous girl from out of town that meets the mains in my story and befriends them/helps them out. also a close friend of the groovy goat character

“Paws off diary” Bull Terrier. ok this ones weird but he came in this lil electronic diary right (you can google how it looks to see what i mean) and there was this like, plastic bubble on top that he came in and you could stick him or any other lps in there and shut it securely cuz it was a diary so i. used it as like. a prison almost where id trap lps and the other characters had to ‘save’ them like they were rescuing a princess from a tower or smth. but it was usually just this lil guy. also he was given a name but i was kinda cheating skjdfsdf it was, “Max” bc that was always his name in the commercials for the diary--

#646 and #647, twin orphans separated at birth. did a lot of princess and the pauper esque ‘long lost siblings from different worlds’ reunion stories with these two

#94. so this one came with a head bandage and a little medical looking case to carry them in. i used the carry case as like an ‘ambulance’ or med helicopter to put ‘sick’ pets in and carry them to the hospital, and this pet had chronic illness so they were always the roommate patient at the lps hospital.

#10 and #142, the goldfish couldnt be taken out of the bowl if i remember correctly so. he felt sad and isolated but the seahorse was his best friend who was able to go anywhere so id stick him in the bowl with him a lot to hang out n make him feel better. solidarity

#463. i LOVED her design, so i used her a lot as just a friend to whoever i was playing with. she was also one of the bigger birds so shes the only one i remember really utilizing as a ‘this character can literally fly’ plot device. she also might have been magic i dont remember. ik whenever i did the circus story she was always in it

#37, #38 and #39. i lost the ‘girl’ one early on, like completely lost it and never found it again so idk what happened to it. so the story was the other two were brothers in a constant search for their long lost sister. sometimes id either have another lps be their sister or make a ‘found family’ trope out of somebody

#331. i had two of these and they come with little hats but i lost one of the hats so. evil twin story babey the regular one was a nice old pirate guy but the one with the hat was evil and nobody could ever tell the difference

#641, IM THE TRASH MAN! I START EATIN GARBAGE,

#long post #i had many more but these were my muses #original

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deathcoreschnee · 6 years ago

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I'll Take a Sample of Your Strawberry Chocolate Ice Cream

Sun stopped the limo driver in front of, Funky's Scoops, a 5 stared ice cream shop. Blake steps out first, followed suit by Sun and Neptune. Auburn eyes looked over the cursive, rainbow lit sign, Tacky, the fashionista thought. "Are you going to go get your ice cream? Or did you stop to waste time?" Glaring at the monkey fanuas who smirked at her, then going inside with Neptune. Her ears followed the sound of their footsteps, only looking up to notice, Neptune, holding the door for her.

"Blake, come on." She sighed but followed suit inside, taking note that it was just as colorful as the sign. "Welcome! What can I get for you guys?" Her ears folded slightly from the voice behind the counter, looking towards a women with orange hair in twin ponytails, sky blue bang tips. Neptune walked forward leaving Blake to herself as she stood against the wall beside the door. "Can I have two scoops of mint chocolate chip, please Neon." After the blue haired man walked to the front of the dipping cabinets, reading the name tag of the orange haired women. Blake looked over to Sun who already was eating his double scoop of banana ice cream after paying the man behind the register. Blake in turn went to sit across from him after he sat in a booth.

"Okay! Ruby! I need another tub of the mint!" All three slightly flinched from the sudden yell, except for the cashier who went by as Flynt.

"You don't have to raise your voice, she can hear you when you talk with an inside voice. " Flynt explained to her, moving over from the door as the crimsonette walked out with the tub, taking it from her and patting her back. "I got it Ruby, go clean the tables for me." Neptune eyed the tub of ice cream. Once they finished changing the tub, they served up the two scoops. As the men walked towards the register, the women hopped over the slide door with a rag and glass cleaner, "Thank you, I hope you enjoy. And thank you, Rubbles." he said as he rang up the two scoops.

Blake scrolled through her phone, on different social media's, ignoring the pictures of her posing. "You should get ice cream, take your mind off the fashion show" The cat fanuas looked up at her best friend, smiling widely at her. " What flavor do you recommend then?", Sun moved over for Neptune to sit next to him. "You don't like bananas, that's the only flavor I get. And he only likes mint. I'm not the guy to ask nor is he." She now eyed both men who shrugged in unison, rolling her eyes, then noticing that the two employees weren't behind the counters.

Must have went into the back, Blake thought.

Hearing movement to her left she noticed a girl cleaning the tables quietly, she got up, and walked over to brunette girl. As she walked over, her eyes followed the curves of the employee, enjoying the shaped bottom of hers, but she kept her mind with what she originally wanted " Excuse me, I'd like to get some ice cream."

Ruby slightly jumped from the sudden voice behind her, turning her head, she was in shock with how beautiful this women was; the black wavey hair, auburn eyes, sharp facial features. Completely unaware with how long she was staring, hearing the women clear her throat brought her back to reality. "I-Ice cream, right?" She blushed hard from her own stutter, walking behind the counter.

Blake quietly chuckled at the girl, walking to the front of counter.

"What flavor would you like?" She eyed the girl who stared down at the ice cream, taking note at how her hair is crimson tipped. "If you have it, I'd take a sample of chocolate strawberry, Ruby ." The cat fanuas smirked at how the girl blushed even harder. Ruby looked through the ice cream, noticing that there wasn't any flavor of which her customer was asking for. "Uh..we don't have that.." Silver eyes widen from recalling her tips, glancing up she noticed the women eyes on her in a predatory stare. "I can give you strawberry with chocolate sauce on top, if that's fine, ma'am."

"That's fine, but in a waffle cup. I want yo to enjoy the taste. It's been a quite some time since I've had such mouth watering ice cream." Ruby almost tore off the gloves she finished adjusting, focusing on task she grabbed a freshly made waffle cup, placing it on a small plate, adding the two scoops of strawberry ice cream then drizzling chocolate sauce on both mounds. "Would like anything else on top?" Now finally at peace with herself, Ruby looked up at her customer, who lightly licked her lips.

"That would be all, Ruby. It already looks delicious enough, I can only handle so much sweetness." As they both made their way to the cashier, the scooper waved her hand to Blake. "I got it, enjoy your ice cream." The crimsonette smiled at the women. "I wish you had a nametag" Ruby immediately regretted what she when she took note that the women was a fanuas. "I- I mean so I could know your name..No-Not like anything else. S-Sorry! Enjoy your ice cream, Miss!" Blake couldn't get a word out before the girl ran into the back.

Sun and Neptune were both watching the entire interaction, laughing softly when Blake returned with a small smile. "Looking for a new body, kitten?" Neptune smirked at her as he was met with a glare. He immediately groaned after feeling a swift kick to the shin, leaning over to rub his now bruising leg. Sun laughed at him, while keeping his legs on either side of the seat's legs. "She is pretty cute for you, but I'm being honest. Don't hurt me, but she looks like she could be your kid." The blonde felt the guts of air by his legs, smirking as he easily avoided the hard kick. "Come on, Blake. You know I say that so you could actually settle down with someone, and not hop to different people after your satisfied or when they're using your name. You're worse than a freshman in college. Im saying this as your friend, who wants you to be happy again." Sun's face changed from a goofy smile to being serious as he spoke, causing her to sigh, well aware of how right he was about her.

"I get it, I know, I'm not young to be doing this anymore. But with my name, I'm bombarded with those type of people. " Blake finished one of the scoops of her ice cream, her eyes wandered to see that Ruby was no longer hiding. The crimsonette was helping Neon clean the dipping cabinets. She noticed how the girl, didn't freak out about her, well, only from the teasing but not in who she was. "She didn't fawn over me like most have." She spoke as she finished chewing a piece of the waffle cup.

"I mean, the girl looks as she only wears band merch, along with pure black skinny jeans. So I doubt she knows much of fashion." Blake rolled her eyes after Neptune finished speaking. Sun elbowed him, "Chill. You wear shirts that are 600 lien. You sure you should judge?" Neptune glared at his boyfriend, who returned it back. Blake ignored the lovers quarrel, to stare at Ruby who was now chuckling on her scroll after she finished cleaning.

The crimsonette felt eyes on her, slightly looking to her bosses, Neon and Flynt were talking amongst themselves. Silver eyes looked to the front booth, meeting auburn eyes, she smiled at Blake. The fanuas smiled back, deciding now was a good time to have a conversation with Ruby. Standing up, ignoring the questions of the couple to walk to the young girl. "I have to go" she heard her say to hang up the scroll. "How was the ice cream?" Ruby rubbed the back of her neck as she looked at the mysterious, yet flirtatious woman in front of her. "It was delicious, thank you. I actually wanted to speak to you in, if you're aloud to be away from your post." Blake eyed Neon and Flynt, who were still in their own conversation, Ruby as well followed her gaze.

"They usually don't mind if I speak to a customer, especially to a beautiful woman. " Raising an eyebrow at the younger girl, then smirking. Blake look towards an empty booth, walked over, hearing the crimsonette hop over the counter to follow her. Once they were sitting across from each other, "My name is Blake Belladonna." The fanuas paid careful attention to how Ruby's expression changed.

"Blake Belladonna, as in, Menagerie's best fashion designer, Blake?" The woman in front of her only nodded.

"That's awesome, my friends and sister talk about your fashion lines coming out. I never knew what you looked liked. Wow..., I'm talking a to women with a keen eye for fashion." Ruby smiled brightly at her.

The fashionista was confused from how calm the girl spoke of her, "You don't follow my clothing lines?" She now eyed the girl, met with a head shake and a scratch to the back of her neck from her. "Fashion isn't my thing as you most likely can tell. I just like my band merch and skinny jeans with skate shoes. " the crimsonette just chuckled and shrugged. "You're one the first girls, I've met that hasn't yelled over meeting me. I don't know if it is a compliment or a insult to my person." She smirked as Ruby began to shake her hands wildly along with her head.

" It's just that I know many people in that industry just want to be treated like everyone else. Enjoy a day off without being harassed for photos or like autographs, I guess.." Blake was left speechless from how considerate her mindset was.

"Ruby! It's closing time! Get your butt out of here! And thank you for staying for overtime!". Both women jumped from sudden yell, making way on leaving through the front. Ruby waved bye to Neon and Flynt as she followed suit to leave. Now she was being stared at by the two men that were with Blake, feeling intimidated she started to back away. Only to be stopped by hand on her shoulder, turning to see said fanuas smiling at her.

"Hey, Blake.. I gotta get going..it's late, I have to get going or I'll miss my bus home.." Ruby now checked her watched remembering that the bus leaves at 12:30, the time was 12:00 exact. "I can give you a ride home. " she meet the crimsonette's eyes.

"You don't ha-" Blake interrupted her, "I owe you for the free ice cream, and it'd give us more time to get to know eachother." She kept her hand on the girl shoulder, lightly rubbing it. "O-okay.." Ruby felt flustered from how forward the older woman was with her.

Once in the limo, Ruby fidgeted from being under the hard stares of Blake's two companions. Blake noticed, glaring at both Sun and Neptune, who in turn began to speak to one another. She leaned over to the crimsonette whispering, "Ignore them, they're just curious as to why you are not going wild that you met me." Ruby tilted her head at the response, but understood the reasoning.

"Do you attend college, Ruby?" Blake turned to face the younger girl. Again, she began to fidget. "I-I dropped out, last year.." A brunette eyebrow rose, before she could question, Neptune interrupted "You won't get far in life without a college degree." Blake and Sun glared at the blue haired man. Ruby wasn't worried about what he said, her only response was, "I'm aware of how it is bad." Silver eyes looked out the window, following the movement as they passed buildings. Grabbing her scroll, she began to record.

Sun being worried asked, "What you recording for?". Ruby looked at the blonde man, "I record randomly of places, I'm not recording any of you.", returning back to the video in progress, lightly zooming in and out to add more effect. Blake watched curiously, smiling softly at how focused the young girl was. A thought came to her mind, "Do you edit?" The crimsonette nodded while she stopped recording, sitting normally in the seat. "How long have you been editing?", Ruby turned to the woman , smiling. An editor, she'll do fine in her life, the fashionista thought, returning back to the real world.

"I started editing in my last year of highschool, I haven't stopped since then. It's fun, I get to show anyone pictures of places or videos in my views." Blake smiled widely as Ruby spoke over her passion. "I see that it is something you would wish to pursue for a future job.", the fanuas took note the gleam in those silver eyes.

"Anyone, everyone, nowadays need editors with how technology is getting. Even in our industry." Sun began, ignoring the stare he got from Neptune.

Blake smiled at the excitement that overcame Ruby's face, auburn eyes viewed outside watching them turn into a cul de sac.

"Ms. Belladonna we have arrived at the location of your guest." The trio looked towards the house. It was simple one story home, all white with a simple gate in front. Blake barely had time to look towards Ruby, only seeing the women out of the car and walking around the back of the limo. She lowered the window, "Ruby!", causing the girl to jump but turned to meet auburn eyes, walking back over to the car.

"Would it be too much to ask for your number?", Ruby blinked a few times, processing the question then shaking her head, knowing well she wouldn't be able to answer properly. Blake handed her scroll to the girl, watching her tap away. Once finished she handed the scroll back to her, "Thank you, Blake. Uh.. call me, well if you want. Have a goodnight Blake.. Bye Sun, Neptune." Ruby lightly bowed, then hoped over the picket fence to walk towards the house.

Once they were back on the freeway, now heading to their shared home. Neptune watched Blake who was now smiling at her scroll.

"Already texting her?" He scoffed, while combing Sun's hair with his fingers, the monkey fanuas passed out after dropping of Ruby.

"No, I can't be happy for meeting a girl?"

Sighing quietly, but it was heard loud clear to the cat fanuas. " As long as you don't play with her heart, or just leave her after you're done with what you want." They matched glares at one another. Neptune was the first to look away, his eyes went to the man that was fast asleep on his shoulder.

"I..I want to try things outdifferently, Nep. I really do but, you've seen how the ones I've tried it with, only want my money after some time. Never have they tried to get to know me, only Blake Belladonna, the most sensational fashionista that came from Menegarie. My name and fame, fucking ruin any romance or love chances that I've had. " Blake gripped her scroll tightly as she gazed out the window.

"That girl only knew me from her friends, not from her own curiosity. She didn't even know what or how I looked like, until I said my name." She turned to stare at him, Neptune was in thought. He meet her eyes, smiling.

"Blake, as your closest friend, I advise you to take baby steps. Go on a few dates, find out more about eachother, and then see where it takes you. If she can take all this, the life that comes with being, Blake Belladonna, then she's a keeper." The blue haired man, lightly threw a piece of paper at the women across from him after.

"Thank you, Neptune.." catching the paper easily.

The limo came to a stop inside their driveway. Sun immediately woke up from it, stretching. "Finally we're home! Let's go sleep!" He didn't wait for the driver to open the door, wanting to sleep. Neptune and Blake followed, the fanuas thanking the driver. She watched the limo leave the property, once hearing the gate shut, walked inside.

After saying, "Goodnight" to the couple, showering and now in bed, Blake didn't immediately fall asleep. The women was pondering on what to do, call Ruby or text her. What to do?, sighing softly, she decided on figuring it out in a few hours. Once leaving her scroll to charge, rolling onto to her to sleep. Blake slept happily, with a bubbly feeling inside of her that she hadn't felt in a long time.

So this is Chapter 1 of, I Know Fashion, But I Definitely Want to Know You. I hope you guys enjoy it!

#rwby #ruby rose #blake bellodona #ladybug #neptune vasilias #sun wukong #seamonkeys #flynt coal #neon katt #age difference

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ixnova · 8 years ago

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Discourse already on Villainous needs to stop.

all these people shitting on villainous for stupid reasons like

“the people working on it are problematic!!”

“The desgins look like deviantart ocs”

Rant under cut.

1. The creator is apparently not problematic at all, they have 1 story board artists who apparently was a “pedophile” but need I remind you aged up characters and not taking interest in actual child porn and being able to tell between reality and fiction is NOT pedophilia.

Plus this person also issued a formal apology and its trying to change, cause really back then they just used to make really offensive jokes if anything?? Give them a break people can fucking change, the world won’t get better if you don’t forgive and forget.

2. Y’all edgy fucks really gonna complain that Markiplier is in the show? The man’s trying to presume acting over gaming if the various shorts he releases on his channel is anything to go by, and honestly, hes a really nice dude? What the fuck is there not to like about Markiplier other than you people just can’t have nice things? This is awesome.

3. FLASHY OR STYLIZED CHARACTER DESIGNS ARE NOT A BAD THING. IT’S A FUCKING CARTOON, THE DEVIANTART OC STYLE FITS. FUCKING DEAL WITH IT YOU SHITBAGS.

Personally the art style and character design is right up my alley, consider the fact some people like these kinds of desgins? also just because you don’t like the art style doesn’t mean its a bad show. Steven universe has gone down the shitter lately with character desgin and art, but the storyline is still pretty fucking good and y’all wont complain about that show?

Need I remind you Villainous is being produced by the same company that produces SU.

4. You gotta give them fucking credit, they did really good with the humor and even the desgins tbh, “Well, Black Hat is edgy and cool and some people will find him hot and fawn over him.. OH I KNOW LET’S CANONLY MAKE A FUCKING FAN GIRL FOR HIM, BEAT THE FUCKERS TO IT, FUCK YOUR MARY SUE, OUR MARY SUE IS CANON.”

LIKE THAT’S FUCKING HALRIOUS IMO?

And on top of that if we had more than shorts, Dementica will probably actually develop a character and personality?

5. “The fandom is so cringey-”

What fandom isn’t cringey?

6. “The animation is terrible I can’t watch this-”

I honestly don’t know how the animation is terrible? Can you do better, can you? Apparently this shit is done in traditional animation (unsure if its paper or the traditional digital, but im gonna assume digital traditional.) so this show looks fucking great actually? It’s smooth, its curvy, and the characters aren’t stiff looking like new cartoons that use that 2D rigging thing and reuse assets to animate. I had to use that shit in animation class and I fucking hated it cause it was so stiff, I prefer traditional frame by frame animation.

7. The shipping oh god the shipping already. THERE’S ONLY 3 CHARACTERS TO SHIP WITH, you could consider Black Hat and Dementica canon I guess the same way Sonic and Amy is “canon” in the Sonic series, and then there’s the only gay ship with Dr. Flug and BH.

Let people ship what they want, don’t start shipping wars people jesus.

“But Black hat is abusive!”

He’s a cartoon villian, he’s going to be abusive to some extent to show he’s evil, and its done for comedic effect, if you’re going to complain about “shipping abusive relationships-” it doesn’t work here because of the nature of a cartoon. He’s not actually meant to be abusive even though it comes off as that because of the style of how cartoons operate and how the classic villian/mean guy operates, He’s meant to be scary, in charge, “don’t over step your bounds” and intimidating. like “do what I say or else-” because he’s a fucking villian.

He’s not actually hardcore an abuser because of cartoon logic, deal with it. IF you try to make cartoons realistic, well then have fun with all the terrible shit in other cartoons.

Also, I bet your ass if they make this a full show they will have the classic episode where his “friends” get in trouble and he saves them/is protective over them against a greater force, and although he wont admit it you can just tell he’s gonna be that cheesy character that actually cares for his friends and misses them when they are not around, no matter how many times he says he hates them.

8. DON’T BYCOTT THIS SHOW BECAUSE OF STUPID SHIT LIKE “PROBLEMATIC PEOPLE” WORKING ON IT OR “BAD CHARACTER DESGINS” AND DON’T YOU DARE TELL OTHER PEOPLE NOT TO WATCH IT JUST BECAUSE YOU DON’T LIKE IT, BECAUSE THIS IS ALSO ONE OF THE FIRST FULLY MEXICAN ANIMATED SHOWS CN IS ENDOURCING, AND YOU’RE REALLY GONNA FUCKING LET PETTY SHIT LIKE THAT RUIN THIS SHOWS CHANCE TO GIVE MEXICAN ANIMATION A GOOD NAME? YOU’RE REALLY GONNA CLOSE THE FUCKING DOOR ON OTHER ANIMATORS AND BEING STUCK WITH THE CLASSIC WHITE WASHING TM IN SHIT, BECAUSE OF THESE PETTY LITTLE THINGS?

WOW.

rant over.

#villainous

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reapers-carino · 8 years ago

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Can you by chance. Write me a story of Meihem. But it's were Mei cleans up Jameson. Like he has a nice suit on and bathed. Yes bathed and she shows him off to everyone and roadhog last?

“Jami-Jamison sit still please!”

Mei’s voice was exasperated as she tried to get her fidgety boyfriend to stop moving and splashing as she scrubbed shampoo into his soot-laced hair. She was being careful and gentle, not wanting to pull out any more of his constantly shedding, thinning hair out. The petite woman stood outside of the bathtub in her room, Junkrat’s sitting form still coming up to her shoulders as she bathed him. This is what it had taken to get Junkrat into the tub, the promise that ‘she’d join him’. And join him she had, just not as naked as Jamison would have liked; already bathed and dressed in her namesake deep blue tanktop and a pair of shorts that Jamison had offered to take off for her. She declined.

Instead, Mei had motioned for him to enter the tub she had already filled with piping hot water, just the way he liked his showers, and had an array of bath bombs set up outside of the tub as a affectionate atonement for her deception. Jamison had pouted fiercely, arms crossed and grumbling about how his ‘lil snowflake’ has tricked him. He kept up his behavior until she had begun to scrub heartily at his back, drawing purrs from the lanky Junker, his body turning to putty for the rest of the bath. Mei was thorough, scrubbing dirt, soot, gunpowder and whatever manner of mess clung to his skin. It took time and elbow grease but soon, Mei had managed to find what really lay under all those layers of unclean. His skin was tanned, if not a bit red from her aggressive washing, and he was covered from head to toe in freckles. Mei’s fingers had lingered, quietly assessing the freckles with intense curiosity before Junkrat would grab her hand and nip at her fingertips only to be blushily admonished. Now she had finally made it to his hair.

“Can’t help it, darl”, Junkrat exclaims, fidgeting a bit more before tossing up his arms. “Tickles! That ‘n I feel…naked!”

“You are naked”, Mei answered back, expression deadpan but tone holding a hint of a chuckle.

“Yeah I am”, Junkrat answered with a waggle of his bushy brows, tittering as Mei flicked him light in the back of the head. “I mean without me dirt! Just don’t feel natural!”

Mei understood, she really did. The Omnium explosion had torn a hole in the ozone layer above continent of Australia, leaving the land highly susceptible to adverse weather conditions and a concerning lack of protection from the sun. Heat prevented clothing being used as a skin protectant so instead dirt, mud and various homemade concoctions guarded them from debilitating sunburns. Mei had done her research, her expertise in climatology granting her insight into the possible ripple effects a severe climate changes might have on a society. The Eastern coastal cities used technology to bubble their city, the less sophisticated Junkers used dirt. But they weren’t in Australia anymore.

Roadhog had taken to daily bathing as if it was an old, dear friend, the elder Junker always clean and smelling of whatever perfumes or colognes or deodorants caught his fancy. Junkrat, however, had never been a daily bather, had never known the joys of relaxing in a hot shower or tub. The demolitionist would lament how Roadie would ‘hold him down in the water and scrub ‘im like a dog’, often followed by the agitated statement of ‘just wash your own ass and I wouldn’t have to’. But bathing was out of his comfort zone, the dirt and soot on his skin kind of like a comforting blanket when he wasn’t ‘home in Oz’ anymore. He had gotten better since he had been at the Watchpoint though. Mei’s soft reminders of he couldn’t lay in her bed if he was dirty combined with Mako’s nurturing threats to drown him again actually coaxing the man into washing at least twice a week of his own volition. Now the only smell that seemed to linger with him was that of gunpowder and firewood, even when he was covered in a fine layer of dust. Tonight’s event, however, demanded absolute cleanliness.

Tonight was the first official formal gala for the newly legalized Overwatch. It was an all hands on deck event, even the uncouth Junker required to be on hand site, to let the world know about their brand new, legal reputation. Best behaviors were expected and anyone stepping out of line would be reprimanded. Normally this wouldn’t be nearly as threatening or terrifying as one might think, but when Ana was the one doling out the punishment it was no joke. Mei sped up the washing of his hair as much as she could, the dirty burn blonde locks turning gold-platinum in the bright light of the bathroom. Wiping her forehead, she took a half-step back to appraise her hard work and couldn’t help the blush that rose to her cheeks as she surveyed him.

She had always believed that Jamison ‘Junkrat’ Fawkes was attractive but seeing him clean and pristine was something brand new. In the oddest of ways, he was devilishly attractive in his duality. He was raunchy and dirty and passionate and excitable and a chaotic force that gave hurricanes a run for their money, but he could also be gentle and tooth rottingly sweet and tender. Nibbling lightly on her bottom lip, Mei could feel a blush rise to her cheeks, only growing darker as Jamison stood up with a flirty smirk on his lips. Mei’s hand clapped over her face, less in embarrassment and more in exasperation as the Junker shook his hips, his dick slapping his thighs audibly. How he managed to do that in a tub, mostly filled with water without either of his prosthetics would be impressive if it wasn’t so damn raunchy.

“You are impossible”, she sighed, dropping her hands from her face and rolling her eyes at him, not fighting the slightly amused smirk that crossed her lips. His toothy grin didn’t waver, but the movements of his hips stopped as he Mei moved closer and reached out to him.

“Knew ya couldn’t keep your hands offa me snowflake”, Junkrat teased as Mei’s arm easily wraps around his small waist, helping to hoist him out of the tub and setting him down on a chair she had brought into the room.

He practically purred like a pleased feral cat, shaking his shoulders as Mei gently pat him down with the towel, drying his skin gently and carefully. Next came a layer of unscented body lotion, a spritz of a special cologne and a gentle combing through his hair. Junkrat blabbered on and on as Mei groomed him tenderly, his golden eyes glittering as he relaxed underneath her tender touch. The Junker made a mental note to return the favor but for now he would bask in the delightful feel of her hands all over his body. As Mei backed away from Jamison, he couldn’t help the cheeky grin and unbalanced pose she struck for her. The petite Chinese woman’s hands jump of to her lips, stifling the giggles that he was able to so easily pull from her lips. Mei’s giggle was like music to his ears, soft and tinkling and punctuated with a slight snort if something was especially funny to her. Hearing her laugh was one of his greatest goals and he was pretty successful at it most of the time, stroking his pride and filling him with as much warmth as a napalm.

“Ey Mei”, Jamison questioned as his eyes darted around the bathroom, searching for something and not finding it. “Where’s me arm and leg?”

“Oh I have a surprise for you”, Mei exclaimed, clapping her hands together in sudden remembrance. She held up a finger before rushing out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, returning with something held behind her back. “Ta-da!!”

She thrusts her arms out, a grin on her face as she revealed her gift for him. They were newly built prosthetics, streamlined and completely black with bright neon orange lights and joints as highlights. The arm was extremely similar to Symmetra’s, but it had obviously been sized and created just for Junkrat. His peg leg was done in a similar fashion, the shocks and joints and cushioning covered while still tapering off into a thin, high shined black peg. A nervous smile settled on Mei’s lips as she waited for Jamison’s reaction, eyes dropping sheepishly to the new prosthetics.

“I-I hope this is okay”, she exclaimed, face growing redder as she locked her focus on the limbs. “I-I know you made all of yours but I-I thought th-that maybe a formal pair might be nice! S-So Satya helped me to design so-some. But it’s okay if you don’t like them! I ho-hope I didn’t overstep…sorry.”

When Junkrat still hadn’t replied, Mei peeked up at him through her lashes, her face and neck burning as she finally looked at her boyfriend. His bottom lip was quivering, a watery smile on his lips, tears of joy actually rolling down his cheeks.

“For me”, Junkrat questioned, pressing a hand against his chest and grinning wider and wider. He roughly pushed the tears away, sniffing hard and giggling softly. “Thank ya, snowflake!”

“You’re welcome Jamie”, Mei said warmly before slightly shaking the limbs. “Let’s finish getting ready!”

“Whoa…nice look Junkman!”

“No fricking way….nice going Mei!”

“Impressive…”

“Nice looking, my friend!”

Junkrat was fighting a mix of emotions; to puff out his chest and bask in the glory or to shy away because all the attention was making him sheepish. Mei held onto his hand light, smiling up at him in a way that managed to push the anxious buzzing from his stomach. She really had gone all out to make sure the both of them looked their best. She had her hair half up, half down, a small bun held back by a white chrysanthemum pin while the rest of her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulder and face. Her dress was a crimson floor length halter top a-line with a knee high slit that showed off her toned calves and cream colored heels. Her makeup was soft and sweet, a sweeping of pink blush and a deep pink gloss across her lips. Junkrat had gushed, slack jawed and starry eyes as Mei had gotten ready that evening, fawning over her with what felt like hundreds of compliments. She was sure that she had heard how beautiful she was and how lucky he was to have her and how everyone would look like shit in comparison. While Mei was nothing to sniff at, everyone was gawking at Junkrat.

Mei had gone above and beyond to make the younger Junker look just as amazing as she always thought he did. He wore a black tuxedo and white dress shirt, tailored and fitted to fit the lithe frame of the demolitionist; orange tie, handkerchief and dress socks a pop shocking pop of color against the monochrome outfit. The right leg of his tux had been rolled up, showing off the new, sleek black and orange prosthetic he had been gifted, Mei gently holding onto his black hand. His light blonde hair had been combed back and gelled into a coif, giving his angular face a stylish, sharp look. With all the dirt gone, hair styled and dressed in actually fitting clothes, the Junker looked his age if not a bit younger. He looked attractive and clean and completely unlike the Junkrat they had grown used to, Junkrat practically glowing with pride at all the compliments being bestowed upon him.

“Oh Mako”, Mei said with a grin, adjusting her glasses needlessly once more as she peered across the room. The man had placed himself in a corner, away from all the action and attention that was buzzing around towards the front of the hall. Smiling apologetically at her friends, she began to push through the small throng of agents that stood in front of them. “Sorry sorry, we will be right back.”

“Oy Hog”, Junkrat exclaimed, a part of him perking up as soon as he caught sight of his bodyguard and best friend. “Whatcha think mate?”

Mako was without his mask, his silver bushy brows lifting in surprise as his dark eyes studied his employer. Roadhog glanced at Mei before giving a slight wink, grunting low in his throat and giving a slight shrug of the shoulder. The both of them giggled softly as they watched his shoulders sink before Junkrat moved forward and placed one heavy hand on Jamison’s shoulder and the other on Mei’s

“Nice”, Roadhog said simply, the single worded compliment making the younger Junker’s eyes light up, a tittering giggle leaving his mouth. “Good job Mei.”

“Oy it’s my face mate!”

“And she actually made it look halfway decent.”

“Fuckin’ ru–”

“What was that?”

“N-nothin’ mate! I got it, thanks for the compliment!”

Mei covered her mouth, tickled pink and proud at the highest of compliments coming from the other Junker. Squeezing Jamison’s hand lightly she smiled sweetly at him, rubbing her thumb over the back of his hand tenderly.

“You look very nice.”

Junkrat’s eyes lit up even brighter, giving a sharp toothed grin to his petite date.

“Well thank ya darlin!!”

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