#the contrast is unbearable.

[thenwethrowitonthefire]

Every time something good happens I crash and burn afterwards and feel so depressed. I wish it wasn't that way.

[suntails]

mwah 💋

[esmes]

2023 revival todd/lovett + touch

[reuna]

I was watching the snow outside and thinking of Palestine

If you lived here you'd see the pretty blues of snow and wintry skies The trees frosted and bare asleep, waiting for the new morning of a sun-dappled spring. If I were there my children wouldn't play in snow but in ashes, if they'd be playing at all Thousands in need of parental care Of loved ones destroyed The feeling of not being enough Amplified thousandfold. My home is shrouded in peace and quiet In gratitude I hold my children close, in desperate love. In a country advertising with Santa Claus The happiest place in the world Funding the genocide of families like ours. If you were here They'd probably be still alive. My children gone because of bombs or lack of insuline, And a world watching in silence as humanity is discarded as economically unviable.

[ceaselessims]

the most heartbreaking thing about s4 and this interlude to s5 for me is that arthur would have forgiven john. arthur would have understood. he still might. but for godsake john doesn't know how to trust intuition and feelings yet, so he selfishly makes the choice to want arthur's mind wiped because he doesn't know how to deal with shame

[ocularmacdown]

“call me a joker, call me a fool, right at this moment i’m totally cool”

“eager to please, ready to fight, why do i go to extremes?” - i go to extremes, billy joel

hmm gob bluth can have a just little unnecessary angst. as a treat <3

i’m actually so so proud of this !! it took tremendous will not to fully colour and render it all but !!! i’m very glad i didn’t :D created for a target audience of exactly one person and BOY am i glad i’m here !!

(expand for quality cause tumblr despises my canvas sizes rip)

rotated and blank versions under the cut !!

[aregebidan]

the aredhel and maeglin chapter is preoccupied with Movement and Containment to the point that it's stifling to read and it is so real for that

[minimoniii]

and they’re boyfriends

[ct-hardcase]

In terms of Inquisitor stories I'm hoping that we potentially get someday, I'm looking forward to seeing how the Seventh Sister and Fifth Brother's dynamic got established. While we don't know much about them as a duo before rebels, it's been established that if they're in the same room, they're near each other (be it fighting or just in each other's presence), and they also hate the other's guts. We also know, based on their sparring together in Vader (2017) and their appearance in Rise of the Red Blade (also sparring together and/or Seventh heckling Fifth while around Iskat) that they've been at it since 19BBY and kept it up until 3BBY, which, especially considering the backstabby nature of the inquisitorius, is a long time!

I do ship them, so clearly my questions about/view of them has a bit of a romantic and/or sexual tinge to it, but even completely in the context of a platonic relationship, the question of why those two gravitate to each other fascinates me, given everything else we know about them as characters and how they interact with the other inquisitors.

There's quite a bit of evidence for this on Fifth's end—he doesn't take shit from Reva or Iskat, and the only inquisitor he shows true fealty/respect to is the Grand Inquisitor. Seventh, whether or not you take stock in the numerical rank system, doesn't outrank him, and she'll also openly confront him, so there are similarities among her, Reva, and Iskat in that none of the three of them are doormats. Notably, one could also assume Fifth's attitude skews a bit misogynistic, as he doesn't seem to have the same issues with Eighth or Tualon based on what little we get of those dynamics, but that's a different post.

We've gotten less of Seventh's dynamic with a variety of inquisitors given her comparative lack of content compared to him (not that I'm bitter), but she's clearly headstrong, smart, cruel, and isn't afraid to push others under the bus in order to gain the upper hand in a situation for revenge. Given all this, it's notable that despite their arguing, she consistently works with Fifth and spars with him (which, even Iskat notes that sparring with Seventh is sort of terrifying). Clearly, Seventh's willing to put up with him as much as he's willing to put up with her. Since she isn't that different from Reva and Iskat, all things considered, what was The Thing that did makes Seventh and Fifth tolerate, and even gravitate toward, each other?

Obviously, I have my own ideas for why (up to and including "they want to jump each other's bones about it"), but in terms of guessing what canon may do? I'd estimate that when the two first meet (and they're probably among the earliest to do so/the earlier initiates), Seventh takes Fifth's surliness less personally than the other inquisitors and makes it more into banter, keeps pushing him back. This pisses him off, but the fact that she doesn't back down draws him in, both as a rival and otherwise. Given the fact that he's dyed-in-the-wool committed to the inquisitor cause and less fazed about evildoing, her propensity for cruel and unusual violence may not bother him as much as it would the others. The two of them coming as a set may be process of elimination as much as it is being drawn to the other, honestly.

This bit also didn't really fit anywhere else, but what cements their dynamic as different to me is something I noticed while watching Rebels, where despite the fact that Seventh almost always takes point on missions (and in notable contrast to owk, he usually lets her), the two have what seems to be an unspoken agreement that Fifth is the one interacting with imperial leadership and Vader. By the end, they clearly know each other, even through pointed barbs.

[peresephoknee]

part of isttg that hurt the most was in the cinema where the other workers are bullying owen under the guise of ‘we’ll set you up with her! she really likes you! just look me in the eye!’

[psalmsofpsychosis]

Me: anyway i'm actually very very dead inside, i haven't used more than 4% of my capacity for warmth in the last 15 years, and i dont feel like i can, i feel super lethargic and beaten all the time

Fella sitting beside me: you're literally burning the stool under your ass and shooting lava from your eyeballs but okay

[payasitas]

took 30pts of psychic damage today in visiting my old online stomping grounds

[slttygeto]

tags: pure filth, fem! reader, established relationship, use of a vibrator, squirting, dirty talk.

word count: 1k

sex with suguru could only be described as unpredictable. sure, you were able to detect hints of lust thrown your way by the tall man, thick and rough pads of his fingers skimming over your smooth skin underneath your shirt as he passes behind you, hands gripping your sides and squeezing. your body reacts to his teasing and it’s easy to follow him to the bedroom. he feels in control, likes that sweet words and soft touches can make you end up on top of him, riding his dick like the sweet girl that you are.

however, when the two of you are…excessively needier than usual, sex can turn into something sort of animalistic. the carnal desire to devour one another, bring as many orgasms out of each other and the sounds—the sounds should embarrass both of you.

suguru doesn’t consider himself to be extremely vocal. he groans, moans and shows his appreciation for your ministration on his body but right now—his mouth won’t stop.

“yeah baby, yeaaah,” his words are straight up filth as he presses the vibrator to your clit. his pace is unforgiving, strong hips driving into yours with the force of a predator hunting. your hands are on the headboard, trying to protect your head from the contact but it’s all hazy.

“suguru!” you cry out, eyes staring down at where your boyfriend is pressing the pink vibrator against your clit. your legs try to close from the overstimulation, but a strong hand keeps them open and your head turns to the side with a loud cry.

“keep em open for me, fuck—don’t run away from it, I know you want it.”

your hand grips at the pillow beneath you whilst the other makes a failed attempt at gripping suguru’s forearm. choked sobs and whines are the only sounds you can manage as he starts rubbing the vibrator over your clit, your thighs shaking and twitching at the unbearable yet delicious stimulation.

“yeah? pussy wants a fat cock ruining her and a vibrator, a lil greedy, don’t ya think?”

as he says that, his free comes to your stomach and traces the skin with his thumb, very gentle at first and your brain feels like mush at the contrast between his brutal fucking, the vibrator and his gentle touch. but you should’ve known that suguru is the type to softly lead you into his territory, only to jump you the moment he notices that you let your guards down.

the hand on your stomach presses down and you hear several clicks on the pink device, and when your body jolts up—you realize that he set the level higher.

the gasp that escapes your body sounds inhuman, and your body tries to run away from suguru despite being caged between his strong thighs. he is fucking you with a purpose, needing to prove something—he towers over you and presses his forehead against yours.

“look at me, come on baby look up—theere she is,” he grins at your fucked out expression, half lidded eyes glossed over with tears that had already fallen a couple of minutes ago. “feels good, huh? should’ve done this sooner,” he leans down and kisses your pulse and then travels back up to your cheek and finally your ear.

when he starts fucking you at a different angle, your hands fly down to his hips and your nails dig into his skin. you can’t talk, you don’t trust yourself with words now—but suguru always thought you were like an open book to him. especially when naked and vulnerable beneath him.

“oh here?”

“fuck! fuck fuck fuck—“ you choke out a sob. “suguru—oh baby, I’m close, I’m so so close,” you’re blabbering, barely breathing and suguru’s self control is slowly dissipating. up until this point, he’s been able to control himself and not explode inside you. your cunt was squeezing him deliciously, your cries, the way you said his name or how you held onto him—suguru needed to cum inside you.

“yeah you are,” he breathes out, any hint of playfulness overshadowed by the sudden lust washing over him. his orgasm crept up on him fast, and he needed to make sure you fell over the edge first. “come on, I know you can cum for me,” he says while rubbing the vibrator over your clit.

when you finally cum, the added pressure of his hand on your stomach makes something snap in your stomach and you feel wet. you don’t have time to register, everything is like white noise for a while before your brain leisurely takes control again. your breathing slows down, yet your hands hold onto suguru’s shoulders as he throws the vibrator somewhere in the corner of your bedroom to grab onto your hips properly.

his eyebrows are pinched, a sheen layer of sweat coating his forehead as his bangs stick to the skin. he looks magical, even more so when you start to fuck up into him, help him reach his own orgasm.

“fuck baby—“

“mmm sugu,” you whine at how his dick keeps abusing that one spot inside you. “cum baby, please,” your arms wrap around his neck to pull him down into a hug. “fill me up, I want all of it,”

when being the one talked dirty to, suguru malfunctions. his brain short circuits and his body seizes up as he drops his head on your shoulder. he empties himself inside you with a few more stuttered thrusts, thick and hot ropes of cum serving as the reward of his hard and incessant fucking.

running your fingers through his hair, both of you take the time to catch your breath, enjoy the intimacy and the nakedness of it all. moments like these are precious, suguru’s body nuzzles against yours like a cat trying to live in your skin— and you giggle when his nose nuzzles against your pulse.

“ya liked the vibrator?” he mumbles against your skin.

“oh fuck—“ the realization hits you that were all messy from squirting on him. “I…came messy,” the shyness that washes over you, preventing you from saying “squirt” makes suguru laugh into your neck.

“you mean you squirted?”

“not the point!”

note: another self indulgent piece. will i ever stop? no.

2023: all works belong to @ slttygeto. do not repost my works on any other platofrm.

[imastoryteller]

The Paradoxical Character: 19 Unique Trait Pairings

Here’s a list of 19 wildly unusual, highly contrasting trait pairs that blend quirky or fantastical attributes. These could make for delightfully strange, otherworldly, or surreal characters:

Immensely Patient & Chronically Forgetful Character Idea: They can wait for years without complaint but never remember why they started waiting in the first place. Their endless patience is undercut by the confusion of purpose, creating an aura of timeless mystery.

Unbearably Charming & Involuntarily Invisible Character Idea: This character has charisma in spades but is cursed to flicker out of sight randomly. Their allure is magnetic, but people constantly forget they were even there, adding to their mystique and frustration.

Perpetually Cheerful & Pathologically Suspicious Character Idea: They radiate sunshine and kindness yet believe everyone is secretly plotting against them. Their optimism is baffling, considering they’re convinced of hidden dangers everywhere.

Mind-Reading Empath & Emotionally Oblivious Character Idea: Able to feel others’ emotions intensely, yet baffled by their own, this character has no clue how they themselves feel. They’re highly attuned to everyone else but entirely alienated from their own heart.

Limitless Curiosity & Existentially Terrified Character Idea: Endlessly fascinated by every detail of the universe, yet they’re constantly haunted by the fear of the universe itself. Every new discovery brings wonder and intense dread, creating a fascinating internal tug-of-war.

Brilliant Strategist & Hopelessly Absent-Minded Character Idea: A tactical genius who can plan a perfect heist, yet constantly forgets their own plan halfway through. They’re sought after for their brilliance but just as likely to wander off mid-operation.

Supernaturally Persuasive & Pathologically Indecisive Character Idea: They could talk anyone into anything—if only they could decide what they wanted to say. Their powers of persuasion are legendary, but they take forever to make a single choice.

Ancient Wisdom & Childlike Innocence Character Idea: Despite being impossibly old and wise, they approach every situation with the wonder of a child. They’re both sage and novice, baffling people who come seeking advice but receive only wonder-filled observations.

Obscure Knowledge Hoarder & Shameless Gossip Character Idea: They know every forgotten fact of history yet can’t keep a secret to save their life. This character’s deep knowledge clashes hilariously with their loose tongue, turning historical mysteries into idle chatter.

Zen-like Tranquility & Quick to Panic Character Idea: Usually the calmest person in any room, until anything unusual happens, at which point they’re the first to run. People turn to them for peace until their sudden freakouts reveal a hidden, hilarious irony.

Hyper-Logical Thinker & Ridiculously Superstitious Character Idea: Obsessed with logical consistency yet terrified of stepping on cracks or upsetting minor spirits. Their rationality makes them a master problem-solver, but they’re comically fearful of common superstitions.

Effortlessly Graceful & Magically Clumsy Character Idea: They’re naturally elegant in all they do, but objects randomly fly out of their hands or shatter in their presence. They’re revered for poise but cursed by chaos, creating an aura of unpredictable charm.

Telepathically Intuitive & Immensely Gullible Character Idea: Able to sense the unspoken thoughts of others, but easily duped by the most obvious lies. They sense everyone’s hidden motives but constantly believe in harmless nonsense.

Exceptionally Knowledgeable & Epically Lazy Character Idea: They’ve accumulated endless knowledge from books but refuse to do anything with it. They could save the world but prefer napping and observing others fumble around in ignorance.

Magnet for Coincidences & Cynically Skeptical Character Idea: The most absurd things constantly happen around them, yet they refuse to believe in coincidences. This character is a walking contradiction of fate and disbelief, surrounded by odd events they disdain.

Hyper-Attentive Listener & Mute Character Idea: They pick up every nuance of conversation and are incredibly insightful, but they can’t respond out loud. People find comfort in their presence but struggle to understand their silence and deep gaze.

Radiantly Optimistic & Obsessed with Disaster Preparedness Character Idea: Always smiling and convinced things will work out, yet constantly building bunkers and storing supplies. Their sunny outlook is shadowed by an apocalyptic readiness that baffles everyone.

Unbreakable Memory & Instantly Distracted Character Idea: They remember every moment of their life in perfect detail but are so easily distracted that they rarely finish sentences. They’re a walking history book if only they’d stay focused long enough to share it.

Boundless Energy & Always Asleep Character Idea: They have an endless zest for life and could do anything—if they could just stay awake. People are drawn to their energy, but they frequently fall asleep mid-sentence, leaving everyone in suspense.

[natsaffection]

This idea just popped into my head😭 What if the team and reader are all in a roadtrip in a van, small van at that. Meaning some of the members had to sit on eachothers laps, leaving reader to sit on G!P Natasha’s. Everyone amongst the team noticed the tension between reader and G!PNatasha that had been brewing.And the car ride just leads to Natasha secretly stuffing her cock into reader, and just letting the bumps of the van help bounce reader on her dick unbeknownst to the team.

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! G!P Natasha, cock-warming, overstimulating, multiple orgasm

Word Count: 1,4K

A/N: first..HOW do yall have such great ideas?? And second..for my daily education stuff: Do you know, that if you have to be silence, the pleasure and orgasm is more intense?🧍🏻‍♀️ Good night. 🫳🏻🎤

The sun had just started to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the countryside as the Avengers’ van cruised down the open highway. It was a rare occasion for the team to take a break from saving the world and enjoy a road trip together. The van was small, too small for a team of superheroes, but that was part of the charm of the journey. It forced them to get closer, both physically and emotionally.

You found yourself sitting on Natashas lap, a situation that had your heart racing and your cheeks flushing. The van was packed tight, with Tony and Steve up front, Bruce and Clint squeezed into the middle, and Vision and Wanda sharing the backseat with you and Natasha. The closeness was unavoidable, but it was the subtle tension between you and Natasha that had you on edge.

Natasha’s hands rested casually on your hips, but there was nothing casual about the way her fingers would occasionally tighten, sending shivers down your spine. The others seemed oblivious, chatting and laughing about old missions and plans for the weekend. But you could feel the heat of Natasha’s gaze, the way her breath would hitch every time the van hit a bump.

“Comfortable?” Natasha’s voice was low, almost a purr, right next to your ear. You nodded, not trusting your voice. You felt a soft, yet firm pressure as Natasha shifted slightly beneath you, making you hyper-aware of every point of contact between you.

“I think so..” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “Just relax,” Natasha murmured, her breath hot against your ear. “I’ve got you.”

The van hit another bump, and your breath caught as you felt Natasha’s cock, hard and insistent, pressing against you. You bit your lip, trying to stay composed, but Natasha’s hands held you steady, guiding you just enough to increase the delicious friction.

“Natasha, what are you…?” you began, your voice trailing off as another jolt from the van made you gasp. “Shh,” Natasha whispered, her hands sliding under your shirt to caress your bare skin. “Just go with it.”

Your face burned, but you couldn’t deny the thrill of the situation. Natasha’s subtle movements, the way she would flex her hips just so, using the motion of the van to her advantage, was driving you wild. Each bump pushed you down further onto Natasha’s cock, the pleasure building steadily, almost unbearably.

“You’re doing great,” Natasha said softly, her voice a soothing contrast to the intensity of her actions. “Just let the van do the work.” Steve glanced back, a hint of concern in his voice. “You okay back there?”

“Yeah, just fine.” Natasha replied smoothly, her voice betraying none of the heat that was coursing between you. You managed a nod, grateful for Natasha’s calm. “Natasha,” you gasped, struggling to keep your voice low. “S-Someone will notice..”

“No, they won’t,” Natasha reassured you, her lips brushing your ear. “Just trust me. Enjoy it.” You could feel Natasha’s breath against your neck, her lips brushing the sensitive skin there as she whispered, “You’re so tight, I can feel you squeezing me.”

Natasha’s hand slid up your body, slipping under your shirt and cupping your breast. She squeezed, her thumb brushing over your nipple, making you gasp.

With a final, jarring bump, you couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped you, muffled by the sound of the van’s tires on the gravel road. Natasha’s grip tightened, holding you in place as the pleasure finally crested, leaving you shuddering in the redhead’s lap.

But Natasha didn’t stop. She continued to move, her cock buried deep inside you, prolonging your orgasm. “That’s it,” she murmured, her voice low and commanding. “Come for me. Show me how much you love this.”

Your body convulsed with the intensity of your climax, your breath coming in ragged gasps. “N-Natasha, please,” you whimpered, feeling overwhelmed.

“Please what?” Natasha asked, her tone mocking. “You just have to let go.” You tried to shift, to pull away slightly, but Natasha’s strong hands held you in place. “No, you don’t,” Natasha growled softly. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Natash- f-fuck..” you moaned, your voice desperate. You glanced around nervously, noticing Wanda’s eyes on you for a brief moment before looking away.

“You better be quiet,” Natasha replied, a cruel smile playing on her lips. She grabbed your wrists, pulling them forward and placing them on the table in front of you. “Keep them there.” she commanded.

And you came. Your body was trembling, the overstimulation making already your head spin. You tried to focus on keeping your hands on the table, your knuckles white from gripping the edge. Steve glanced back again, his eyes narrowing in concern. “Are you okay? You look a bit pale.”

Natasha seized the opportunity, wrapping her arms around you in a mock embrace. “She’s fine, Steve. Just a little tired, right?” Natasha said, her voice sweet yet deceptive. She leaned in closer to you, whispering in your ear, “Don’t move.”

In that moment, Natasha thrust her hips forward sharply, pushing her cock deeper into you. Your eyes widened, your breath hitching as you struggled to maintain your composure. Natasha’s arms tightened around you, ostensibly in a comforting hug, but in reality, it was to hold you steady. “Y-Yes!” you managed to say, your voice shaky. “Long d-day..”

Steve nodded slowly, his concern easing. “Alright, just let us know if you need anything.” Natasha smirked, her lips brushing your ear. “See? No one suspects a thing,” she whispered. “Now, focus on me.”

You tried to focus on keeping your hands on the table, your knuckles white from gripping the edge. “You’re doing so well,” Natasha praised, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Taking me so perfectly.”

The van hit another bump, and this time, Natasha’s breath caught sharply. Her fingers dug into your hips as she felt a wave of pleasure surge through her. “Fuck,” she hissed, her voice strained. “I’m close.”

The realization that Natasha was as affected as you were sent a new thrill through your body. Natasha’s hips snapped up, thrusting deep into you, and you felt another wave of pleasure crashing over you. “Again,” Natasha demanded, her grip on your hips bruising. “I want you to come again.”

“I can’t,” you whimpered, tears forming in the corners of your eyes from the intensity. “Yes, you can,” Natasha insisted, her voice leaving no room for argument. “You’re going to come again, and you’re going to do it for me.”

Your body obeyed, your second orgasm hitting you even harder than the first. You bit your lip to stifle your moans, your body shaking with the force of your climax. Natasha held you through it, her own breath coming in heavy pants.

As the van continued its journey, you slumped back against Natasha, your body spent and trembling. Natasha’s cock was still buried deep inside you, keeping you filled and connected. Natasha’s hand caressed your cheek, her voice softening. “Good girl,” she murmured. “You did so well.”

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. You turned your head slightly, meeting Natasha’s eyes. “You planned this, didn’t you?” you whispered, a mix of accusation and admiration in your tone. Natasha’s lips curved into a sly smile. “Maybe,” she replied, her voice low and teasing. “Did you like it?”

You couldn’t help but smile back. “Yes,” you admitted, your voice soft. “I did.” Natasha’s hand slid down to squeeze your thigh gently. “Good,” she said. “Because we still have 4 hours ahead of us.”

[agustdtown1]

FREE USE | JJK (hcs)

PAIRING: roommate!jungkook x roommate!fem!reader.

SUMMARY: headcanons of what it’d be like to let jungkook use you as much as he pleased.

WC: 1.2k

WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol consumption, free use dynamics, friends/roommates with benefits, unprotected sex, masturbation, mentions of oral sex (male receiving), fucking while doing mundane things, reader and jungkook are very laid back in this one. Grammar mistakes as per usual.

A/N: idk where I was going with this, but I liked the idea so here it is, enjoy!

Masterlist

Your arrangement started as a simple roommates with benefits type of thing.

It sort of naturally happened.

After a long day of working at your nine to five job and Jungkook dealing with some unnecessary family drama, both of you were at your limit.

You two were in need of some good release.

At the time, alcohol looked like the better option. The best remedy for your miserable day; perfect to leave behind all your concerns and numb your mind for a few hours, until you wake up the next day with an unbearable headache.

Neither of you anticipated that what started as a peaceful drinking session, would end up with both of you fucking desperately to the point of almost breaking the sofa.

After Jungkook finally got a taste of you, however, it became an impossible task to keep his distance with you; despite both of you agreeing to that night being just a one-time thing, and never doing anything like that again.

And so his long nights of jacking off to the thought of you started.

Jungkook would make sure that you were peacefully sleeping before pulling his sweats down, slightly teasing himself by feeling his cock through his underwear.

It was so painfully hard and already leaking.

When his own teasing was too much to bear, Jungkook would pull down the last piece of clothing preventing him from feeling his fingers wrapped around his cock.

He’d start at a slow pace, taking his sweet time to build up his release. He knew the best way to tip himself over the edge, but it seemed like after your one night together nothing could make him cum. His avid fingers weren’t so avid on himself anymore. It didn’t give him the same sentiment that you did. His hand was significantly bigger than yours, on top of being rough and calloused due to all the weightlifting he did on the daily.

Jungkook could notice the stark contrast between you and himself.

He remembers so vividly the way your fingers wrapped around his base, squeezing lightly, before you started to pump his dick at a painfully slow pace. He didn’t mind at the time, but in the darkness and loneliness of his room, Jungkook could only beg for his hand to go faster. However, it wasn’t enough. And that’s how the mental image —the memory of your soft lips kissing his tip came to the very front of his mind. It was hard to forget it; the way your tongue wrapped around his dick, the way you swallowed all of him in one go, just to show him that he could be rougher with you, that it was okay for Jungkook to lose all his self control and fuck your throat only like he knew.

Sadly, those nights filled with the most filthy sounds and moans had to stay a secret for a few more weeks.

Before the unthinkable happened.

Truth be told, you were just as needy of Jungkook as he was of you. And maybe that’s the reason you didn’t think too much before suggesting that crazy idea to him.

“So… Friends with benefits?” His question sounded a bit unsure. “Well, should I say roommates with benefits?” You nodded, agreeing while taking a sip of your coffee. “Yeah, if that’s what you wanna call it. I don’t really care about the name, as long as we’re both on the same page and understand what all of this actually is.”

It was so pathetic how fast Jungkook wanted to agree and say yes to whatever deal you had for him, as long as that meant he could have you all the time he wanted.

And so, it became a recurrent occurrence to be found in the sheets of the one and only Jeon Jungkook whenever life became too stressful.

Surprisingly, the guy learned to read your body in a matter of a few days. His rough hands knew what path to follow; how soft or hard the touch of his fingers had to be to get the exact reaction he needed from you. His warm lips always found that perfect spot on your neck that would steal the sweetest of sounds from your mouth. And his dick would always move just the right way to make you see starts.

But no matter how much of your body you would give to Jungkook during the hardest of days, he would always crave more.

And that’s exactly how you found yourself in the current predicament you were in.

Your hands were acting clumsy due to Jungkook’s hard thrusts. The pencil placed in between your fingers was shaking so badly, and your handwriting was so illegible that not even someone with their 20-20 vision could understand what you wrote.

“Slow down a bit, it’s difficult to write while getting fucked.”

“Sorry, sweetheart.”

His pace was turned down a few notches, but it only served to feel him inside you ten times deeper.

You see, your initial arrangement got to the point of fucking at any moment, anywhere, any day. No matter what either of you were doing, if it was important or not, if you had time or were in a hurry; if your bodies were ready for it or got taken by surprise. It became normal for the both of you to use each other at any given moment.

Just like right now, you could be having a peaceful moment studying, cooking or even watching a movie and Jungkook would simply slide down whatever clothes you were wearing and slip inside, enjoying the warmth of your velvety walls.

You got so used to it that you no longer were surprised by his sudden actions. And just like you did, Jungkook also got used to your impromptu appearance in his room when he was playing video games with his friends, watching a movie, or even just listening to music.

There was one time when he was on the phone with his brother and you easily walked in his room, pulled down his pants and started to suck the life out of him. Surprisingly, Jungkook did good in suppressing his moans while speaking to his brother.

There were other times when he would be reading a manga on the couch, and without previous warning you would get on top of him and ride his cock as if it was your last wish. Even maintaining a conversation while fucking was the usual for you both.

“What are you reading?” Your airy voice rang through Jungkook’s ears, making him look up from the manga placed on his hands, before continuing reading. “Jujutsu Kaisen, the one I told you about the other day.”

“Is it the one with that Gojo guy?” Your movements got messier and faster, desperately trying to reach your high. “Is it— fuck, is it any good?”

“Mhm, it became one of my favorites.” He answered, but even if Jungkook tried to keep his voice steady you could tell he was getting there. “You should read it. I have a feeling you’d— fuck, just like that... I have a feeling you’d like it.” You nodded, not really finding your voice to answer due to your rapidly approaching orgasm. It was a matter of a few more thrusts before you were coming undone on top of him.

At any moment, any minute, any day and most importantly anywhere. That’s how it would usually go for you two.

Both of you fell into the routine so easily and neither were ready to let go of it anytime soon.