#the prizes are very good though and would honestly help me out a lot so I figured it's worth putting myself out there regardless lmao

[somelazyassartist]

Here's a small piece I did for Vograce's Future World art competition! Had a lot of fun revamping an old alien species I designed a few years ago lol! The voting period is officially open now (I believe you have three votes to give), so I'd love it if you could check me out and show some love to the other amazing artists participating as well!

Reblogs appreciated! | Click for better quality

[amazinglyashy]

hi hi~ i have a silly request if you're interested (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠) can i request the lads men's (pre-relationship) reaction to the reader introducing them to their boyfriend? but plot twist... its a fictional virtual boyfriend! just like the game love and deepspace LOL who would get jealous? who would have beef with a fictional man?? /JK

PS: im not sure how to say this properly but u like, write them so attractively 😵 if that makes sense, like the little quirks u give them and the dialogue, whoo weeeee 100/10!

This made me laugh because I still remember introducing my bf to my Obey Me boyfriends and kept trying to figure out which one was the most like him so he could buy me merch of them and push his personal agenda. Sadly none of them are like him, but now that I play LDS, Rafayel sure is! Thank you for the request! I had fun with this one! (And oh my gosh, that's such a compliment!! Thank you so so much, it means a lot!!)

Pre-relationship LaDS men react to your fictional game partner

Rafayel -

Who would have beef with a fictional man?

Rafayel would have beef with a fictional man.

He did not wait centuries for you, searching high and low for his lost love in every dark alley and bad idea that came across him- to lose to a bunch of pixels on a tech screen.

Truthfully, he knows it's all in good fun, and he's not completely jealous. He's actually pretty glad you found a nice outlet that helps you with relieving stress from you day to day. He knows you need it.

He's just... going to be now competing secretly with a fictional figure.

He thinks its secret.

You know what he's doing.

Why else would he be asking you what the latest event is in your game with your fictional partner, and then miraculously a week later you're receiving the very same things or experiences in reality on your day off?

He's not slick at all, and honestly, you find it pretty endearing.

But also, something you won't ever consider- is maybe he's doing those things for you, not only to make you happy, but to show you just how much attention he pays to the things you tell him about.

That's okay.

You don't need to know that part.

Zayne -

Zayne is not at all threatened by whoever this 'Jumim Hen' guy is.

Yes he is mispronouncing it on purpose. No he will not correct himself until he's gotten enough humor out of it and frustrated you enough about it.

Once that happens, he'll start pronouncing it correctly and if confronted about his change in pronunciation, he will pretend you need a wellness check and request you make an appointment with his secretary.

Smooth way to spend more time with you while subtlety calling you crazy.

He mostly does just think it's cute, though.

He will buy you food from places that might be having game events that get you special merchandise or in-game prizes, even if you don't realize there's a surprise event happening because it wasn't advertised in your game.

No, he's not weird and expects you to stop playing once the two of you start dating. He realizes it's something you enjoy a lot, and he actually finds a lot of pleasure in listening to you ramble about situations that are happening in your game.

He finds most things you do endearing.

Sylus -

You're giggling over it, that's all the matters to him.

He is rubbing the bridge of his nose though, because you had been building up to this moment for over a week and he was convinced you were going to show him an actual psychopath or something and he was going to have to figure out a way to make the man disappear without you realizing it was Sylus's doing.

He probably won't make any vague comments about how your fictional boyfriend is strangely similar to himself and that maybe you have a type.

Probably.

(He will make one per day.)

(At least.)

Once you're dating him, he has some access to your device and the game, simply so that he can reload your currency whenever you go to sleep. He doesn't want you to run out, and he knows you love playing. What else is his money good for if not for making you smile?

Doesn't understand it, but he does make mental notes of your current progress in the storyline and which characters you like. But sometimes he'll pretend to forget an important detail.

He loves hearing you babble about anything, after all.

Xavier -

He was a bit confused at first, but figured out what was going on rather quickly.

He thinks it's adorable, like when he first found out how much you love claw machines and the plushies inside of them. He doesn't see it as much different- the love interests are your plushies in the game, and your fictional partner is your favorite "plushie".

Easy.

Xavier has lowkey cosplayed your game boyfriend at least once, acting innocent about it and as if it was completely unintentional.

If you're dating by then, he lets you 'borrow' the clothes, so now you have an article from your game, but it also smells like he does. He's only allowed them back once they lose their scent.

He only accepts gratitude and payment for the favor of wearing them again in the form of snuggling with him on the couch, his arms wrapped up around you as he nuzzles into your neck.

He needs your "help" for a little bit.

It's the least you can do.

[inaconstantstateofchange]

okay so when reading the final chapter of svsss volume three, the interactions between yue qingyuan and tianlang-jun are so—

Shen Qingqiu wanted to say something when Tianlang-Jun raised his chin, squinting at Yue Qingyuan. “I remember you.” After thinking for a bit, he said with conviction, “Back then, the Huan Hua Palace’s old geezer wanted you to help him with the ambush, but you ignored him. So you’re the current sect leader of Cang Qiong Mountain? Not bad.” “Your distinguished self’s memory is also quite good.” Tianlang-Jun smiled and smiled, then gave a sigh. “If you were also trapped in a pitch-back darkness for over ten years, unable to glimpse the sky or sun, with nothing to pass the days but for reminiscing over past affairs, your memory would be quite good as well.”

tianlang-jun remembered him, and while yes, it's clear he has a pretty good memory and might also be using it as a way to throw his potential enemy off-balance, it is still a very interesting way to go about it. and the rejoinder yue qingyuan sends back at him, perfectly polite - even respectful! - totally unflappable—tell me you do not see the potential there!!

but never fear, if you are not yet convinced, i have more:

Tianlang-Jun continued to sit upon his stone, completely at ease. “I remember that you also waited until the last moment to draw your sword that day,” he said to Yue Qingyuan. “Doing the same now?” Yue Qingyuan didn’t answer.

tianlang-jun remembered a lot about yue qingyuan, even small details like his sword, and the actions he took (or didn't) upon the day of tianlang-jun's betrayal. to me, this reads as though, even then, he took note of yue qingyuan's power as something to look out for. he is also, despite all of the other people around, primarily engaging in conversation with yue qingyuan.

Tianlang-Jun pulled his hand back and smiled. “Honestly, in the beginning I had no malice, nor did I find fun in the idea of the world burning. I only occasionally crossed the border, coming here to sing songs or read books—it was quite nice. However, since I’ve already been in residence beneath Bai Lu Mountain for so many years, if I don’t follow through on something along the lines of your thoughts, I’d truly find my circumstances a bit too unjustified.” Yue Qingyuan flicked his finger. Xuan Su sprang three inches from its sheath, its spiritual energy seething. The bones of Tianlang-Jun’s body cracked and popped, almost like his joints had been dislocated. He made a sound of surprise. “As expected of a sect leader. Not bad. Your master was quite mediocre but had quite the eye for disciples and successors.”

okay first of all, the tension here is remarkable, and second of all, the compliment at the end—tianlang-jun, for the power level we know he possesses, is being practically effusive with his praise of yue qingyuan's strength something we know to be greatly prized by demons.

this segment follows the previous directly, but i had to give it it's own spotlight, for reasons that i hope will be readily apparent:

Then Tianlang-Jun reached out and grabbed Xuan Su’s blade directly, as if he couldn’t feel a thing. “But why not draw it all the way?” he said with a smile. “You can’t do anything to me with only this much.” Yue Qingyuan’s gaze hardened, and Xuan Su jumped another half-inch from its sheath.

tianlang-jun: oho, you'll need more than that much to handle me, big guy

(jokes aside, considering the rampant spiritual energy of xuan su, described as so powerful as to be oppressive in volume 2, and the susceptibility of demons to spiritual energy, tianlang-jun is truly doing the absolute Most™ right now.)

... moving decidedly away from jokes now, this is one of the most pivotal lines for them, in my opinion. it comes at the conclusion of wu chen's reveal of the betrayal-that-wasn't, and how su xiyan chose death over bringing harm to tianlang-jun, only for it to find him regardless:

“It wasn’t that she didn’t care about you, but that she was without alternative. Yet the world is pitiless, and so you passed each other by…” Tianlang-Jun’s lips seemed to tremble slightly. A long moment passed. Then he said, “Is that so?” Right after those three words, he asked again, “Truly?” “This one swears upon his life that his words contain not a single falsehood,” said Master Wu Chen. Tianlang-Jun turned his head to look at Shen Qingqiu and Yue Qingyuan. As if seeking confirmation, he asked, “Truly?” He didn’t even care whether someone was in the know; he was just asking anyone he could. Unable to say anything, Yue Qingyuan silently lowered his head. It was unclear what he thought.

it is clear that the tragedy of su xiyan and tianlang-jun was one that yue qingyuan felt keenly, not only for his response here, clearly processing some significant emotion, but also for the way that he used the same words to describe his relationship with shen jiu just a short time later:

“I really…didn’t mean to not return,” said Yue Qingyuan. “Only, it really is true that the world is pitiless, and so the two of us passed each other by…”

pardon me while a cry a new freshwater body into existence.

there is truly so much more that can be said about what makes these two a great fit for each other, especially in a canon-adjacent/post-canon scenario, but i'll save that for another day. for now, i will let these excerpts speak for themselves.

[lovelaetter]

hii ! it's my first time writing & sending an ask so I'm kinda unsure what to say "( – ⌓ – ) but please hear me out on rosie posie ♡♡ quick psa, has a lot of context sorryyy

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ stepcest & kinda dubcon

⠀⸝⸝⸝⠀⠀( stepdaughter!reader × guilty!stepmom!rosé ) rosie feels so bad for seeing her daughter like that—she's supposed to be her mom, she married her father���but she just can't help herself. guilt building up 'n she gets all flustered whenever she sees you because her mind starts swirling and she just can't. you obviously notice because who wouldn't notice someone who's recently moved in ogling at them. oh my. rosie thinks she's being discreet because, once again, she married your dad, she's supposed to be attracted to him. but she swears she can see you staring back at her, stealing glances, but she refuses to give it thought. there's no way her now-daughter is going to reciprocate—that would be immoral.

but she can't help herself anyway, not when she's doing laundry and hopes you don't notice the fact some of your underwear is missing. when they appear again, this time with her own «ysl libré» scent, that's all the confirmation you need.

confronting stepmom!rosé is all a haze, rosie's not sure how she ended up eating you out as an 'apology', all she knows is that it feels so good to finally let go to her wants. you aren't very nice though, pulling on rosé's hair as to guide her and also what could be called a makeshift leash. rosie is sloppy, unsure, too pussy-drunk to actually do anything but loll her tongue out and deliver kitten licks. but that's okay, you have plenty of time to teach her mommy how to please her.

and then rosie can't believe she actually did that—but you can. ever so often teasing rosé by spreading their legs a bit wider than normal whilst they sit across from rosie during dinner. maybe also a bit of increased touchiness, discreet groping that makes rosé squeak and then cover it up with a cough. what else is she supposed to do? she'll have to admit she ate out her stepdaughter to get anything to stop. but she also doesn't mind your teasing, honestly, she loves it. she does get a good reward at the end of the day for being so good and quiet tho. she's so filthy for wanting her stepdaughter, the least she could do is behave for a small prize.

you're constantly reassuring rosie because who wouldn't want a pretty, older girl wrapped around their finger? rosé has never been one to go behind her lover's back, but now she can't help but picture you when she's giving her hubby a blow or when she's getting pounded dumb by your dad. but it's okay, you're still there to dumb her down even more.

⠀⸝⸝⸝⠀⠀she doesn't need to use her pretty head when all she has to do is just take it. maybe bent over the kitchen counter while your dad's at work. she's whining and tearing up because she's just so sensitive and one more finger would break her in half. something against that one spot is so different—so much better—than her husband mindlessly pounding into her. your fingers curl up and it just feels so good for her because it's not just her cervix, it's her spongy insides and swollen clit that are making her cry out in need.

taking her on the living room couch as well, some cheesy series you wanted to watch with her turning into her eating you out. she was a bit dumb to believe you actually wanted to just watch a movie—you're wearing loose clothes and your panties are peaking, you obviously have other intentions. there's even a bottle of lube shamelessly staring from the coffee table. all she can hear is the sounds from the TV turning into white noise as your moans drown out everything out. you're pulling and tugging on her hair, keeping her in place with your thighs, making sure she does well.

(I also have a few thoughts for roles reversed as in stepmom!reader corrupting stepdaughter!rosie (⸝⸝ ˊᗜˋ⸝⸝ ) but I think this is already long enough hahahah)

signed by ☃️

STEPCEST

yes, god, my head HURTS, i have nothing to add to this just yes… yes! if you don’t have a blog, i need you to create one asap and let me know bc !! i kinda want to live inside your mind ngl

and i might be suspicious about stepdaughter!rosie because i love the concept of her x older!reader so much, in my humble opinion she would only be allowed to date older women, so please share your thoughts on that too, i really want to hear them :(

[blakenation1]

Dead Poets Society @ an orientation?!?!

I have my college orientation tomorrow and I'm so nervous it's not even funny. So! To cope I am thinking "What would the Dead Poets Society do?" Under the cut 🤔

Cameron is trying to be as productive as he can. He's going to every tent, asking every question that comes to mind, scheduling meetings with advisors that he probably doesn't even need, he's making as many friends as he can. Taking orientation serious AF.

Knox is so nervous bless his heart. He shows up to orientation prepared though. I can see him now (if it's a college orientation) with his little like casual outfit on, backpack on with whatever he will need in it, distressed look on his face, hands gripping his backpack straps like his backpack is gonna grow legs and run away. HELP HIM!!! He ends up having a good time and making a lot of friends though.

Neil is excited, literally calm down bby. He shows up and is talking to anyone and everyone. "Hey! I like your scarf! You know- I had this friend one time and he had this scarf-" literally him. I need Neil to come up to me and strike up a conversation with me at orientation. Please I'm so scared.

Charlie is having a blast, social anxiety is scared of him (and Neil, obvi). Probably flirting with some folks, I get it Charlie, lots of college folks are very pretty. Honestly, a lot like Neil. Running around making friends, getting to know campus life and all that jazz. Falls asleep during presentations been there done that.

Meeks is LOVING the campus landmarks, "oh look theres the [insert mascot here] statue. Did you know in 1932-" literally knows all kinds of random facts about whatever university he's going to. Talks it up big time with other people in his major study. "yeah back in school me and my friend made this radio and-" blah blah blah lots of smarty pants language. Im my mind, Pitts and Meeks ended up going to the same school i wish and they'd have lots of fun together. Eating lunch together, pointing out fun little things, "oh look at that funny looking car!" etc.

Pitts is nervous when he first gets there, but he ends up loosening up and maybe even trying a few new things. If they had games or something, I know he would really enjoy that. "Meeks, look! They're having a scavenger hunt, I'm gonna go win >:)" Yay for Pittsie, he had a lot of fun and maybe even brought home some prizes or something.

Todd is very nervous, maybe ready to go home, feeling overstimulated. I get it Todd, I get it. Why I'm bringing fidgets tomorrow so I have something to keep my hands busy. Anyway, Todd, majoring in English, ends up chatting with the poetry club, and maybe even a few new clubs, seeing what's around. After talking casually with a few other people in his major, I can see him feeling a lot better, and becoming more lively, now that he knows a few people.

Yay for Dead Poets Society!! Surviving orientation!! This is so niche but I feel less nervous I reckon!!

[asher-agere]

HAIII !!! ur acc is supa cwute :D can u do cg!Jouno wiff FtM bwabi regressor littl ??(/> ω <)/

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Awww thank you so much! You’re so sweet hehe (⸝⸝๑ ̫ ๑⸝⸝⸝) And I can totally do that for you ( • ̀ω•́ )✧

Caregiver Jouno + Transmasc Baby

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♡ Jouno would honestly be perfect with someone who’s trans because he can’t judge by appearances. Any time his little one starts getting stressed out, claiming that he looks like a girl, Jouno will just sit him down and talk to him. He’ll explain that it doesn’t matter what he looks like, that he can look as feminine or as masculine as he wants. He knows that they’re a boy. And that’s all that matters! They’re his little boy, and he wouldn’t have it any other way

♡ Since Jouno is blind, he’s very aware of his other senses. Such as his hearing for example! It’s much better than the average persons would be. This makes him perfect to help with voice training! If his little one is trying to get his voice to sound deeper he can notice the subtlest of changes. They can be upset about lack of improvement only for Jouno to give detailed descriptions of how his voice is steadily getting deeper and more masculine!

♡ Jouno is very much so the kind of caregiver to tease his baby! So he’ll just make his teases a bit more masculine! For example instead of saying “sleepy head” he’ll say “sleepy boy”. Things like that! He’d be cautious to tease them about things that could potentially be considered feminine, for example he’ll never make fun of a high pitched or squeaky voice, or any type of interest that could be considered feminine (“Girls” shows, dresses, makeup, etc.)

♡ Jouno is very careful when it comes to binders or binding of any sort! Just from hugs he’s able to check to make sure the little one is giving their body the break or needs. He makes sure they’re binding safely too! He tries to check discreetly to not need to mention it, but if needed he’ll just ask! He absolutely pulls the “I’m not mad just disappointed” if they lie to him. As long as they’re honest though he’ll help them fix everything up! But if they lie to him he gets disappointed, this just encourages them to tell the truth!

♡ He definitely has rules for binding! He’ll help the little one make a schedule to ensure he’s not wearing it too much. He’ll also give him rewards as long as he don’t strain his body! He pretends to be annoyed though hehe “A prize? What do you need a prize for? Oh you’ve been a good boy? Hmm guess I can’t argue with that… Here you go” Jouno hates online shopping since he’s blind, so I think a lot of the prizes he gives would be homemade! Or at least bought from somewhere local making them feel even more special (ˊᵒ̴̶̷̤ ꇴ ᵒ̴̶̷̤ˋ)

♡ Jouno would be very protective! He knows what’s right, and he’d not afraid to speak up about it! If anyone is making his little one feel bad, he’ll go right up to them, say that they’re being rude, give them a chance to apologize of course. But if they don’t he’ll basically just verbally abuse them and call security or something, file a complaint. Or if that type of encounter might overwhelm his baby he’d just walk past them loudly talking! “How’s my boy doing today huh bud? Just the best boy ever aren’t you?” And of course lots of glares, he rarely opens his eyes even. So when he does you know it’s serious because it means he’s actively trying to

♡ I think he’d be pretty good at helping with stuff like hormone shots if it’s needed! He’ll poke around the little ones arm, teasing him of course! “What are you so afraid of huh? Do you not like me poking you? Am I to strong for you?” Then as they start relaxing he’ll give a brief warning before doing the injection, he has cool bandaids prepared! He’ll shake out a variety and hold them out letting the little one pick which one he wants to use! He keeps the little one having fun and not thinking yucky thoughts!

♡ He’ll absolutely give his cape to the baby! Just wrap them up all tight! I don’t think he wears hoodies much, so his cape is the next best option! It hides the little one’s body, plus being swaddled helps with just general anxiety stuff too! Especially if they’re in public and the baby suddenly regresses, he’ll give him his cape to hide them from view! If he doesn’t want to be seen he’ll also give them his hat! It hides their face better, especially if he started crying or something and doesn’t want to be seen

♡ Jouno would love doing pretend fights and stories with his baby! Jouno usually plays the bad guy role, and his little one gets to be the strong knight! Whether they’re using fake weapons or just pretending they’re holding something, Jouno will activate his ability when they do the killing blow! On impact he’ll burst into millions of particles! Then when he reforms he’ll be playing a different role! ⸜(��˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ Like a king coming to reward the mighty knight for his brave duties!

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This took me. Way too long- Why is it so hard to find Jouno content ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡) (It’s not that hard I just can’t focus enough to read large boxes of text) ANYWAY. CHRISTMAS GUYS. I might give Christmas requests priority since that’s a seasonal thing but uh. Idk yet-

[pbandjesse]

I really thought I wasn't going to be exhausted today. I was like I'm going to get home at 11 and the ln I'll just go to sleep normal and have a nice day off at home and get lots done. But I was a fool to think that!!

I did get home at 11. The event wrapped up pretty quickly and it was lovely working with everyone. There was a live auction and one of the prizes was a bunch of lottery tickets they stuck in a pumpkin. But the woman who won that was flying and so she didn't want the actual pumpkin so I got to keep it! Excellent. It was honestly larger then I should have been picking up but it's fine. I didn't drop it.

I got home and took a shower and was scrolling on my phone entirely to long. Just winding down. Hugging James. And eventually I was able to sleep.

It was honestly better sleep then I have had the last week. I woke up a few times but not as many and I think it's because I wasn't waking up to pee and then immediately drinking a ton of water every time because I was thirsty. But I did sleep a little better.

I woke up at 9. I don't even remember James leaving for work which made me a little sad. I was moving really slow this morning. But pretty quickly I was shocked awake because I got up and was like. Gotta plug in my phone. And immediately knocked over the new humidifier and spilled water all over my phone. Incredible way to start the day. I moved quick enough to rip my case off and dried it all off and it was fine just Jesus.

I took an excellent shower. I washed my hair and felt a lot more normal. I was sure I was full of energy and would have an excellent and productive day. But it didn't exactly work out like that.

I made the bed and wore cozy clothes. I went and had the breakfast sandwich James made me. I brought it upstairs and sat at my desk. It was a nice morning.

I would go downstairs to work on the sewing machine for a little bit. I got another color set of frog legs sewn. But I was not feeling sitting there so I gather one of my knit projects that needed sewing and brought it upstairs to work.

I did stop and checked on Crabcake. He has needed me to come and move him into the food bowl for him to eat. I think he's a little sleepy/bored as the house gets cooler. I will have to get him to walk around the room outside of his tank. Don't want him to be bored.

I would sit on the floor in our bedroom working on this floor mat project for a while. But after an hour I was just. So tired. I didn't really do much so I don't even understand why I became so overwhelmingly exhausted but it was wild. I was able to sew two rows closed and together. 3 more to go and I really wanted to finish that today but there was no way I was going to be able to keep going at that point.

I would lay down to watch a video. I was feeling very unwell and off. I was just not having a very good time. I would eventually fall asleep but it wasn't a very restful sleep. I woke up thirsty and tired and feeling weird.

I tried to shake it off. I drank water and moved downstairs and had a snack. I just wanted James to come home.

They were running late because of the event tonight. I was feeling a little better after my snack. I had the backdoor open and was working on .u temperature blanket. I have all the panels through the end of August put together now. I plan on getting all the yarn cut this week for September so I can work on that during our drive to Gabe's wedding weekend next week. Maybe I'll get October cut out too even though the total month won't be done. That's alright.

James would get home and I was not feeling great again. They came and cuddled me and it helped a little. They would make dinner. And we talked about baby. It's the 18th and the start of the 18th week. And I know I was feeling bad yesterday about everything but looking at the belly pictures I have been taking every Friday I am rounding out in the middle. So that's neat. I just really hope they are okay in there.

After dinner James would come and lay with me on the couch while they worked on editing their podcast. I was just scrolling on my phone. Eventually I would go lay upstairs because I needed different pillows. James would come up here eventually but they would go and hang a shelf on the stairwell (it didn't exactly fit so they had to cut it down a bit. Pictured above). But it should be good for displaying some of the Legos and other small sculptural things!

I would take a bath. And I put peppermint Dr Bronners in the water and so then I was so chilly after. But now I'm bundled in bed. Trying to be comfortable. I am just so tired.

Tomorrow I have a workshop at awah. I am a little confused about the layout but I'll figure it out when I get there. It should be a nice couple hours. And hopefully I am not to exhausted anymore.

I hope you all have a good night. Sleep well and be safe! Until tomorrow!

[uniiiquehecrt]

Thor Odinson

tagged by : @beheworthy bc i would ALWAYS like 💖💖💖

Give me a fictional character and I will say:

Favorite thing about them: His big dumb hero's heart. His compassion. How much he loves his home, his people, his family, his beloved, his friends — how much he loves.

Least favorite thing about them: //stares pointedly at his inability to form meaningful connections because Thor is Not Allowed to be Not Okay (even when it's obvious and people he loves asks him to share his heart).

Three things I have in common with them:

I am, myself, an elder sibling!! And one whose younger brother was/is someone I am incredibly close to, care a great deal about — that entire drama is very close to home for me.

A passion bubble for friends and family that's, on occasion, close to the surface... but otherwise am chill 👍

and .... bunt out golden child syndrome vibes. Especially that vibe of "do it on your own and put on your leader face at all times, because all eyes are on you, good luck"

Three things I don’t have in common with them:

His ... overly reserved nature. I've been told I can be serious but I don't think I brood the way he does.

One day I will be nearly half as eloquent in my speech outside of writing 🙏

The way that Thor is able to just command a room???? Goals. Total goals. I'm either very good at directing conversations or shaky at it and I wish I had Thor's level of confidence.

Favorite line:

"i would rather be a good man than a great king."

OR ALTERNATIVELY.

"is that why everything's on fire~?"

BROTP: Brodinsons 100% . Then the entire warriors + sif squad dynamics! I'm forever sad we never got more of them all together. Then Heimdall, because Thor deserves positive mentor figures in his life. (and as far as the avengers proper go: Thor/Steve absolutely deserves more recognition they were the og duo as far as Age of Ultron is concerned and y'all , we've all been sleeping.)

OTP: Fosterson ! :D They're adorable star-crossed lovers, and he loves her very much. (and she feels the same for him !)

NOTP: if i see (1) more fan art of thorki in the thor tag i will scream. I guess also bruce/thor and valkyrie/thor exist ...??? I'm not really sure who Thor's exactly shipped with in the MCU besides Jane.

Random Headcanon: One time I considered the thought of little!Thor being exceptionally friendly with his kitchen staff servants, and because he's a strong little guy, he'd pick up giant barrels 3x his size and lug them around just because he wants to be helpful. And he'd do it with or without the prize of getting snuck goodies (though he would definitely prefer the goodies, were it up to him.)

Unpopular Opinion: I'm not sure if this counts as an unpopular opinion exactly, but I do always find it interesting that in the Frozen Vault Scene in Thor (2011), what the cinematography and editors show us that sets Thor off is seeing the dead einherjar...

And I'd actually say that this triggers his anger more than the interruption of his crowning ceremony.

So with that in mind, I'm not actually sure that (most of) his rage regarding the situation was about the coronation at all, in that case. At least, not in comparison to the fear he states (semi-subtextually) about being strong enough to maintain Asgard's borders were. ("They know you are vulnerable.")

He actually seems to only be upset about the coronation AFTER Odin makes it very clear he's decided to change his mind and rescind the crown from him entirely ... which only further fuels the point that Thor isn't ready. (aka: the one thing Thor is keenly aware of, scared of, and is scared the Frost Giants also know.) Which, you know, he's not at that point in time, but I don't see a lot of people talk about the details of that particular inciting incident all that much.

(honestly the ENTIRE text and subtext of the frozen vault scene absolutely FASCINATES ME so maybe I'll do a deep dive on it one day idk)

Song SONGS I associate with them: ... //looks at my 5-minutes-until-13 hr playlist uh...

Glowing, Boreas, and Rounds by The Oh Hellos

Plant Life, The Real World, and Bird with a Broken Wing by Owl City

No Sanctuary by UNSECRET (ft. Sam Tinnesz and Fleurie)

Afterglow and Places by Portrair

Paper and Ink (fosterson) and Everything Changes in Time (brodinsons) by Madds Buckley ... also Hoping on Another Life by Madds Buckley

Favorite picture of them:

//pulls out my entire dark world screenshots folder bc are you really going to make me choose, quirks, are you really going to make me choose

soft beautiful 🥺🥺🥺🥺 precious boy ... give me more of that poncho look tho thanks

Tagging: @darkwee009 for pinkie pie or for kirby ! :D whichever you'd like more, friend !!!

[blimbo-buddy]

Now I'm just upset I sent like 1k words of lore and it ends up being a ghost? Tumblr??? Why??

Anyways yeah poor Waffles was created so I can show that the clans really want to scare the kittypets away and stuff.

Dunno what happened with the humans and honestly don't care to create a reason so they just disappeared one day. Many cats did start crying and that's how the kingdoms formed at first. They started forming groups to support each other because a lot of cats did have deep emotional bonds with their owners.

They learned how to open the bags and cans and breaking out their trapped friends inside of the homes that were locked. (The raccoons helped by smashing in some windows lmao).

Tiny doesn't exist because I fused him with Rusty and that's why Scourge as we know doesn't exist in Kittypet Kingdoms.

The dogs were kind of peeved off on the behalf of their packmates and some who knew how to eloquently speak cat almost went off on a clan cat before being dragged back.

Barley and his barn are neutral grey area for the kingdoms and the clans. They respect this dude's wish to live in peace.

Also, the kittypets found a way to use fire. It's just the raccoons perfected it and then it went from there.

The clan cats were absolutely offended to try and be bribed with "trash" when I have read your twolegplace culture and they were being bribed with what these cats considered treasure. Their toys. Their special little blankets. Even their cans of tuna.

Most of the kittypets were offended the fuck off and had to be dragged back by force to not cause a fight.

Waffles is scarred for life and while he does joke about it from time to time. It was rather truly traumatizing to have him be pinned down and feel his tail be torn away from him to send a message to the other kittypets. He was kind of never the same.

They could've taken his eye. One of his ears. Given him a nasty scar on his body but they took his tail and that's what makes it worse. He was created to show that most of the clan cats can't be reasonably be reasoned with.

He walked in on a Gathering, they heard him out. They heard the humans are gone and most of them agreed that, "Hmm, yes, the twolegs are gone we can take the land for ourselves and go back to the times before all of this. Starclan sent this as a message for a brighter future. Come here little kittypet. Here's what's gonna happen if you and your little friend decide to stay and not leave when asked."

That's haunting!

God, that fucking sucks dude I'm sorry that ended up happening. Tumblr sucks ass.

Honestly I don't mind that there isn't a specific cause towards the disappearance of the humans, I think it adds a bit of mystery that won't be solved. Poor Kittypets though, imagine one day you find your house empty with none of your Housefolk in sight, I like how that led to the formation of the Kingdoms, it builds a sense of community and builds a strong bond between those who were affected the most.

I feel like I remember you talking about making "Scourge" some kind of patron to the Kittypet Kingdoms but I could be misremembering, feel free to correct me on that. I think Tiny and Rusty being put into one character for this AU can lead to a lot of interesting ideas. It's good to know that Barley is just trying to live in peace and the Kingdoms respect his wishes (surprised the Clans respected his wishes but I digress). I'm sure that the raccoons helped the Kittypets with how to safely create fire without burning themselves. I'd imagine that while yeah, the cats have thumbs, with your word about Racoon thumbs generally being more capable, I think that it'd be hard for cats to hold tools to make fire.

I would very much imagine some dogs holding every fiber of their being back from mauling a clan cat to death, I don't blame em. Also makes a lot of sense for the Kittypets to be offended back at the fact that the Clans considered their prized possessions and treasure, "trash". Again, don't blame the Kittypets who wanted to beat the fuck out of the Clan cats, but also they're stronger than me, it would have been on sight for me.

Poor Waffles, man. I guess sometimes you need to show the unwilling and violent nature of the clans through some form of writing. But also, fuck, imagine how horrible he feels after realizing that he gave the Clans vital info about the disappearance of the Twolegs and feeling like he's the cause of their frequent raids and attempted take-overs of some of the Kingdoms. He feels like he's doomed them all.

Overall this is such good ideas you got cooking up! Really gets you thinking about something else too. How many cats in the Clans don't share the same sentiment towards the Kingdoms, how many cats in the Clans are tolerant of them? Are they scared to voice their opinion because they fear punishment? Such a terrifying idea.

[the-void-writes]

Hello again friend!! I hope these are okay for Tristan !! <3

COLLISON, CRYING, SLEEPING, DONUT, SHAVED ICE, BOUQUET, MOON, SPIDER, SEE-NO-EVIL, OPEN BOOK (hehe), PRESENT, PAPERCLIP, SPARKLE, RED HEART

(sorry this is so much lol im really curious about them <333)

It's not too much at all! Thank you so much friend! 💖 You really helped me figure out some more details!

COLLISON - What emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

Affection, honestly. Not only does it fluster him, but at first, he won’t believe it’s sincere. Too many people have ridiculed him for his polyamorous interests, so it takes him a minute to believe that someone genuinely accepts him.

CRYING - What makes them cry? Do they cry easily?

Surprisingly, Tristan doesn’t cry that often, but when he does, it’s usually from something cute he saw (or in the bedroom lol)

SLEEPING - Do they fall asleep easily? What helps them sleep?

Hearing someone else’s heartbeat, feeling their presence and warmth, maybe hearing them hum a bit before they both drift off. Cyrus hums for him a lot.

DONUT - Favorite sweet treat?

Val gets him hooked on papanasi, these cheese donuts served with fruit and icing and sour cream. He also enjoys the local apple cakes in Hawthorn’s bakery.

SHAVED ICE - Do they still have any objects from their childhood? What significance does it have to them? What would their reaction be if they lost it?

Tristan’s got a hat that belonged to his grandfather. He used to wear it as a kid and pretend he was a secret agent. It would be upsetting to him if he lost it, but everyone in the manor would turn stones to find it for him.

BOUQUET - Create a bouquet for them! What do those flowers mean? Are any of the flowers their particular favorite?

White Camellia - Purity, Innocence, Admiration

Yellow Tulips - Literal translation, “There’s sunshine in your smile.”

Lavender - Devotion

White Jasmine - Sweet Love

MOON - What is your oc's greatest wish? How far are they willing to go for it?

To make the world a slightly better place each day, no matter what.

SPIDER - What is their biggest fear? Do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

Being abandoned after finally finding happiness and love.

SEE-NO-EVIL - What’s a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

This poor guy acts more touch-starved than Cyrus. He doesn’t like appearing needy or clingy, though he can’t help but latch onto positive affection.

OPEN BOOK - Do they like reading? What’s their favorite genre?

As silly as it sounds, he loves to read mystery novels. People try to argue that he’s living out the real thing, but he loves the simple nature of a heist mystery, rather than the gloominess of searching for a missing show crew that troubled his partner so much.

PRESENT - What types of presents would they be most happy to receive? Are they good at gift giving?

Anything that’s food. He loves trying new things to eat, especially sweets. In return, he’s an investigator so of course he knows the best presents to give people. Val didn’t even realize they needed a new printer until Tristan bought one for them.

PAPERCLIP - A random fact.

Tristan can’t hold a tune to save his life. He’s very glad his partners are so musically gifted, because he loves listening to them play together.

SPARKLE - What is their most prized possession? What do they value?

His grandfather’s hat is the one item he has with the most sentimental value. He enjoys moments spent with loved ones far more than material goods.

RED HEART - Their love language(s)?

Quality time, and physical and verbal affection. He loves spending time with Val and Cyrus, and when they hold him close and compliment him, he feels like he’s finally found heaven.

[inkstone-dragon]

Hello~. May I ask for a bouquet of azalea, iris, crocus, poppy, tigerlily, and freesia, please and thank you?

Why, of course my dear~ I'll pick out only the freshest of flowers~

azalea— what is the most recent song you listened to? how do you feel about it?

The last song I listened too was 'Honey, I'm Home!' by GHOST, but it was a remix in an animatic for Mandela Catalogue. Honestly, the song is both 1) super good and 2) makes me think about writing stuff which I'm trying to re-spark in myself the way I want. Even without the animatic though, the song is very good and I suggest checking it out.

iris— would you describe yourself as a sensitive person? why or why not?

Both yes and no? I wouldn't outright describe myself as sensitive, I can generally keep myself held together, but at the same time I'll cry for anything. I still remember that one Chopped episode where the guy split the winning prize with the lady at the end because she wanted to visit her family and he really only wanted the title, so he ended it by telling her he'd pay for it and me crying for that. Or basically every Restaurant Impossible episode. Basically anything that evokes emotion I'll feel it.

crocus— do you have any significant dreams that you remember? what were they about?

Oh gosh do I! There's the library in the massive tree, with the marble stairwell and the ocean sitting at the crown of its leaves; there's the one with the aliens and all the fantasy creatures being hidden away as little statuettes; and then the backrooms mall series I've got.

Then there's the one-offs I remember, the beach skateboarding race with Lucky the leprechaun; there's the one where I was in my back yard and watching all the planets fall down out of the sky; the one where I really could shapeshift into a raven. There's a lot more, I remember a lot of dreams.

poppy— out of the four seasons, which season of the year is your favorite and why?

Winter, because I am a Christmas junkie! And I love snow (to play it but recognize the jack shit of having to clean it up), the few times we ever get it here. Hot cocoa, fireplaces, baking up a storm. These are my kinds of vibes.

tigerlily— do you have any favorite quotes from any movies, tv shows, books, or poetry? (or from people in real life)

Off the top of my head I only can remember one, from someone in real life, but I know I've got more in there somewhere. But at church once a guest pastor gave us this one and it's stuck in my head since then:

"You being here doesn't fix the world and make it better, but you can make every place you go better for your presence if you remember to care."

I think about it a lot. It takes so little at times to leave wherever you're at a little cleaner, a bit nicer: grabbing a second shopping cart on the way back to the corral, saying an honest thank you to a worker, offering help when it can be offered. It doesn't take much but it's so easy to forget that. You've got to do more than just stand there and watch, 'wanting' things to be better but never pitching in.

freesia— what do you want people to remember you for? (serious or non-serious answers)

Love. I want people to remember me that I was loving and brought smiles. I don't need much, I don't chase after much, but that's what I want to be remembered for, both while I am still here and when I am long gone.

[why485]

So, the identify of “Rena” has been confirmed beyond a shadow of a doubt, and I think it’s enough of a spoiler to put it under a Read More. I had actually already written a huge post with my reaction to the reveal but it was so long, so full of spaghetti, and so hot a take that I couldn’t post it.

I ended up reading a couple more chapters to see where this goes, and oh boy was that a good idea because there is a hell of a payoff.

I want to get this out of the way first. There is still a potential plot hole with Itsuki being Rena: How did she know about the photo in the wallet during their first encounter? This is something I’ve been thinking about a lot. (Ch.2 raises unflattering questions.) This is besides the point of this post and would require its own, but it feels worth mentioning. Anyway, onto the main post.

So Itsuki being Rena initially made me very upset for so many reasons that I wrote a huge essay which I’m never going to share because it was so embarrassing and full of spaghetti. After hiding it in Drafts, I went back and re-read chapters through the lens of “it has to Itsuki”.

To the mangaka’s credit, it actually does make sense. As I wrote in my previous Rena rant: 

Itsuki could be trying to help Fuutarou come to terms with his past.

I thought that was a red herring, but it seems that really was the case. Itsuki is, by the time of the first Rena encounter, fully aware that she had met Fuutarou in the past. If you go in with that mindset, there are little hints dropped since then that Itsuki has something on her mind. It’s notable too that her demeaner becomes much more positive and supportive of Fuutarou after the hospital visit.

The main reason this bothered me initially is because it makes Itsuki (and the mangaka...) seem really dishonest, and I hated that because the main reason I like Itsuki so much is that her and Fuutarou are both so trusting and natural around each other, and I adore that. I thought that Itsuki keeping this a secret for so long meant that she was lying, even if technically only by omission.

However, to Itsuki’s credit, upon re-reading basically every scene she’s in from the hospital scene to the present (first day of the Kyoto trip), it does come across as if she just never had a good chance to bring it up. It was eating her up inside that she never told him the truth about this, and she was literally just about to tell him until Yotsuba came in and ruined their moment. Reading that all back, it’s much easier to forgive because it’s a big deal and yeah it’d be a heavy conversation.

What really got me upset that first time around though, is that after her failed “I’m Rena” confession, she seems to decide to double down on the identity and it made me scream. The next couple chapters show the consequences of this decision, and oh my god is the payoff satisfying.

Fuutarou is completely done with these games.

I’m sad to see Itsuki so hurt by this, but I’m sorry, play stupid games win stupid prizes. Honestly all the quints, except for Yotsuba, have gone kind of nuts and everything is going totally off the rails. They’re being absolutely vicious to each other right now. Even Ichika is throwing Miku under the bus! What I love about all of this horseplay though is that it (seemingly) is having consequences. I am all here for people doing awful deceptive underhanded things to each other and actually getting punished for it.

Put another way, I think it’s cool how typical anime harem nonsense is causing everybody problems and making everything worse in a way that’s honestly pretty believable. This is going to get a lot worse for everybody before it gets better, and I’m really not sure how this is can even have a happy ending anymore.

[crystal-in-nagasaki]

the 2023 hanto volleyball tournament

In mid July, the amazing ALTs of the Shimabara peninsula organized a beach volleyball tournament for Nagasaki prefecture ALTs and people in the local community.

Each person signed up online and self-reported their volleyball skill (I'm a whole zero), then were divided into balanced teams of 6-8 people. Each team was designated a color with corresponding colored hats, which was cute. I was on the blue team with some VERY talented volleyball players (they added me in to balance them out I think, haha). I can't fully remember, but I think we played about 4 or 5 games throughout the day in a tournament-style bracket.

The tournament took place on Maehama beach in Shimabara, which is a stunning beach. I've been there several times before, and it's a nice place to swim, do water sports, and otherwise just laze around in the sand.

On this particular July day, it was terribly hot. I reapplied sunscreen several times throughout the day but ultimately came away with a terribly painful burn that lasted for over a week. I guess this is my lot in life for having a skin tone reminiscent of mayonnaise.

After the first round of games, the sand became so hot it was literally unbearable to stand on, with or without shoes. We had groups of people running up and down the beach to fetch buckets of water to dump on the sand to cool it off, but ultimately it was just very unpleasant to stand on for the whole day, and I ran immediately into the cool water to rest my feet in between games.

Some local vendors also came to the event and set up booths to sell food and drinks, which was very cool. I enjoyed some Latin American food made by a community member that spent time in Europe. We also all indulged in copious amounts of shaved ice to help relieve us from some of the sweltering heat.

Somehow despite my ineptitude at volleyball (I actually probably cost our team several points any time I tried to hit the ball by catapulting it out of the court), my team was full of very strong players and we ended up winning first place out of the four teams. Crazy, I know. I was shocked as well. Especially because I was tired of standing on the hot sand adding nothing to my team and preferred to be kicked out before the finals, lol. But my team was incredible and carried us right to the end. Good job, blue team! As a prize, we all won plastic tumblers and Shimabara Hanto t-shirts.

Now, I like to dabble in gratitude and positive vibes. But I honestly was miserable for most of this day and walked away with a terribly sunburned body, sun poisoning (I stopped at a convenience store to puke my guts out on the way home), and aching feet. I complained the whole day and failed miserably at volleyball, which was probably not easy on my teammates.

But even though the day itself was miserable, the pictures I have show me what stunning scenery, good food, and good company was to be had. I feel guilty for not enjoying it in the moment, but I would like to look back on the memory fondly now, and I'm so grateful to the Hanto ALTs for always creating events like this to have fun and engage with other ALTs and the community. I'm not a perfect person, but I'll continue to try to see the positive in things and enjoy them in the moment.

Anyway, I hope I inspired someone to enjoy the small moments even a little bit more. Thanks as always for reading! <3

[sims-inmymouth]

Delilah Five - Ep. One

If lost, please return this journal to: Ruth Givens

Reward: Six bottles of fresh cow’s milk!

How to milk the Cow

Gentle

Slow movements

Clean cow clean hands

Right side

Two at once

Squeeze down

Deflated

Jan 12, 20XX

A very cold morning in New Willow Creek! I got up extra early so I could help Tamah with the cow. I’ve never milked a cow before, so I made sure to take notes (see above). Though, I think today was a bad example of what to do, because something spooked Delilah and she knocked over the bucket. Tamah went BRIGHT RED. She tried to hide it, but you could definitely tell she was pissed. 

Nevertheless, we got six bottles of the good milk! If we can salvage some dark chocolate, Tamah said we could make chocolate milk. I asked, but Tamah was too excited to just be entertaining me.

This happened earlier this morning, before the sun fully came out. I cleaned out the kitchen while Tamah pasteurized the milk. That bit I don’t get, something about a smaller pot in a bigger one. She seemed to know what she was doing. 

Hossannah made grits with tomato, eggs, and even some bacon (or at least, meat Tamah found and convinced us was bacon). The tomatoes came from the farm. Theodora had been working on them for a while now. They weren’t growing right, and the last few plants she worked on died before they could sprout fruit. She wasn’t even mad, just kind of sad. The kind of sadness where she would just sit there and sulk all day. Tamah called her a baby, but honestly, that’s just rude of her.

The grits tasted bad. I forced myself to eat what I could, and everything else I snuck out and gave to Delilah.

After we ate, Tamah gave out our assignments. Tamah wanted to clean out the animal pens, especially after Delilah made a mess. And the chickens were just getting angry at everything. Plucking their feathers, trying to chase us. She wanted to whip some sense into them, she said. I’m assuming she meant she would do to them as she does to us—she can shut us down with nothing but a glare. Tamah is kinda scary. Hossannah wanted to fix up our linens since it’s been bitter cold.

Theodora and I were sent off on a scav run. We wanted to see if the Ministry of Labor was still active so I could get registered as a farmer. Tamah said we’d be sent more money from the govt that way, since we have more workers. Of course, they haven’t given us much to begin with. I think they forgot about us. We also wanted to check for more survivors.

Outside of the farm, a lot of the land was dirty and dusty, everything covered in a thin layer of yellow grime. Hills were covered in dirt and trash and shrapnel. I didn’t tell anyone, but I saw what looked like a hand in a pile of rubbish. I think it was a zombie. At least, I want to think it was a zombie. Theodora found some actual ones, shamblers coming towards us, and she shot them with her hunting rifle. They were slow, so I wasn’t very scared. I haven’t been given a weapon yet from Tamah, so all I could do was hide behind Theo. I don’t like feeling helpless.

There were lots of abandoned buildings. Family homes, shops, schools, hospitals, all reduced to a bunch of scrap. I walked on the balls of my feet. There was lots of broken glass everywhere.

Can you believe we found a water heater? It was on the side of an infirmary, I think, and it looked promising so we lugged it home. The metal scraped against Theo and I, our jackets ripped and skin irritated. It was all worth it, because Theo installed it and it worked! It really worked! Now we can finally have warm water! We made no good on the electricity thing, but we do what we can. 

Tamah and Hossannah were so proud of Theo that they let her pick dinner. She chose fried green tomatoes, her prize from the farms. Great. I really, really hate tomatoes. Don’t tell anyone, but I really fucking hate tomatoes. I hid by the fruit trees and filled up there, and when dinner came around I said I wasn’t hungry. Could’ve gone worse!

We ended the night by listening to the radio. A couple of survivors a few miles south give reports of where the zombies are and where they seem to be headed. We’ve been wanting to meet them. A bigger horde is expected to come our way mid-morning tomorrow. I trust Tamah, Theo, and Hossannah to keep me safe. Though, I still really want to try my hand at zombie slaying.

Signed,

Ruth Givens

[halehxosman]

Haleh would be lying if she didn't admit she had regrets in life. There were lots of them, and now that all that she had worked so hard for, built and built on until she had her career, was just gone she felt lost. She felt like she didn't know who she was fully without her craft. Dance her been the big thing in her life that brought her joy, peace and accomplishment. Sure she was confident in her looks and such but all the prizes she had won, all the competitions and her scholar ship had come with a ton of self worth and sense of confidence. Stripped of it all she found herself wondering, in her darkest moments, if life really was worth fighting for. Because who was she going to be now? And if their mom died.. the only security and safe haven she'd had trough thick and thin would be gone. And Evren might be here physically, but she couldn't trust that he would suddenly change his mind and be here for her or want to be present all of a sudden.. Which meant she would be utterly alone, in a small town where she didn't know a lot of people, her career in ashes. Just the thought made her so naueous she had to close her eyes and swallow multiple times, willing herself not to let it bubble up to the surface. Puking inside a car would definitely just make it all worse.

She didn't begrudge Evren his life. Despite all the resentment, frustration and anger she'd felt over the years, beneath it she was simply hurt that he didn't seem to want her to be a part of it. Heck, he'd barely wanted to be a part of hers despite how hard she had tried to involve him. No she wanted nothing more than for him to be happy. Have everything that life had to offer him. It just devastated her that he had no interest in sharing any of it with her. And despite knowing she hadn't done anything wrong, she often found herself searching for blame anyway, guilty at the smallest thing she had done or said that might have pushed him further away. Being the one to break the news to him, admitting she had gone along with their moms wishes and left him in the dark did indeed make her feel exceptionally guilty. She was a terrible sister.. and their mom had forced her to pick sides, to put her wishes before rationale and what was right. Her brother should have known what was going on long ago, and now she was the villain who hadn't also considered his feelings.. It wouldn't surprise her if he'd put the blame on her. Honestly she figured once the shock was over he would be angry with her and he had every right to be. Hell, the silence told her as much..

"She didn't want to disrupt your life. You were happy and she didn't want to become more of a burden than she already felt like with me coming back home." she said, though her tone was somewhat apologetic. She couldn't help defending their mom. Being a single mother, raising two kids in a foreign country had never seemed to faze her in the past. Or maybe she'd just been very good at hiding it. But with her health deteriorating, Haleh had been privy to and had conversations with her that had revealed just how well she had hid the hardships of her life. But she could see his hands tightening on the wheel, his body stiff as a board. "I really am sorry Evren. I shouldn't have let it go this far." Claiming some responsibility was the least she could do, now that the truth was out there and she was currently feeling calmer if only for a short while. Directing her gaze away from his tense posture, not surprised that she was the last person he would lean on while processing this, she tried to claw onto that slight sense of relief she felt at him finally knowing. Instead of drowning in the despair of knowing she had given him another reason to keep her out of his life and worrying what the hell would become of it all if their mom didn't make it. I won't make it.. The thought wasn't brief, nor was it quiet. The nausea and panic rose again, making it hard to contemplate his question. How could he help.

Taking another deep breath, Haleh looked back at her brother with a mix of gratitude and hope. "I have everything covered financially, but she's lonely. Come spend time with her. For your own sake as much as hers. She needs you too." She pointed out, hoping he would believe her and realize how precious this time might be. Neither one of them would get it back.. "And if you want to come for her appointments I am sure she would like the support. And it would take some pressure off me not being the only one following up on everything." She wouldn't mind less stress at this point. Sharing the oversight and having another set of eyes and ears on how their mom was doing from day to day. It wasn't lost on her that he'd decided to let the subject of her current job drop. Which was another relief. She didn't want to fight him on something she couldn't undo at this point. There was no doubt in her mind that he didn't like it one bit, but she hoped he saw and would experience that the money was what kept their mom comfortable and looked after. If she had to sell herself a while longer so their mom wouldn't suffer more than neccessary, Haleh would do that without blinking.

Evren didn’t know the first thing about giving up a life you wanted for something you’d always dreamed of. He’d always been carefree, wild, untamable. He’d always lived his life with no regrets, doing whatever – and whoever – he wanted whenever he wanted to, and the best (and worst now that he was thinking about it) part about it was that he’d never cared. He’d never lay in bed at night and worried about those around him, how he could help, what he could do. He wasn’t selfish,  but, something about being carefree and your own person outside of that had always given him a sense of peace in itself. Yet, as the years passed and he began talking to his family less and less, Evren couldn’t help but feel the smallest pang of guilt for not making sure that his family got to live out their dreams. He had gained his – his tattoo shop, an amazing girlfriend that he cared about, he’d mellowed out some since having Lyla in his care – but now, standing here on the sidewalk looking at Haleh, Evren was beginning to see how his actions had hurt everyone around him. And now that the news of his mother’s illness had been spoken out loud, now that he could see the entire hurt in his sister’s eyes, Evren felt like he’d been punched in the gut. This was never his intention when he’d distanced himself from his family; yet he’d spent so much time trying to protect them from the chaos his life had caused him that he hadn’t stopped to think about the fact he was hurting them.

Evren didn’t say anything, instead he let himself listen as his younger sister began explaining everything; her reasonings, where things were financially, and with each passing moment Evren felt even more guilty. He already felt bad enough he hadn’t been the man he promised his family he’d be and checked in on them regularly – hell, one could say even at all seeing as how he had no idea before five minutes ago that his mother was even sick – but hearing Haleh admit everything she’d given up to take care of their mother made Evren’s stomach hurt. He wanted to ask, he wanted to know what had happened, why he hadn’t been told, but, there was a fraction of him that already knew the answer. He hadn’t deserved to be told; that was all that came to it. A small nod was all he could muster, because he was sure that if he spoke out loud, the tears he was trying to hold back would fall down his cheeks.

Something about hearing that their mother wanted to keep it a secret from him didn’t exactly make Evren feel good; in fact, it just made the nauseous feeling in his stomach harder to ignore. Had he messed up that badly that the guilt of his actions had actually made his mother ashamed of him to the point that she hadn’t wanted him to know how bad things were for her? With each confession that left Haleh’s lips, Evren found it harder to breathe, his hand was now gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles were white. He just had to keep his composure; he’d gone this long protecting his family he wasn’t about to make things harder for Haleh by seeing him break down. As they drove towards Evren’s home and Haleh began explaining their mother’s condition, Evren nodded, taking it all in and trying to figure out how he could help. Sure, there was the possibility that Haleh nor their mother would want his help, but, now that he knew what had happened, he couldn’t exactly pretend that everything was fine. His mother was sick – probably dying if he were honest with himself – and it wasn’t fair for her, for Evren or for Haleh for Evren not to try his best to make amends. Now if only he could convince himself that this is what she wanted. Taking a deep breath as he stopped at a redlight, he let himself look over at his sister, taking in her expression in the dim lit light from the moon outside; he’d likely never say it out loud especially not now but she was starting to look more like their mother every time he saw her; the same drive and determination was in Haleh’s eyes that had been in their mother’s when she’d moved them away from Turkey twenty six years ago, and that made Evren smile for just a second. Though as the light changed green and he pressed his foot on the gas pedal, he sighed. “How can I help?” he asked, keeping the question light. He wasn’t happy that this was the course of action Haleh had had to take, but, he was going to respect her wishes. There would be no judgement from him even if the thought of what she was getting paid to do did scare him shitless. @halehxosman

[sailoryooons]

Sore Loser | One Shot | jjk (m)

→ Summary: It’s another day of shooting Run BTS at Bangtan Streaming for Jungkook. At least, he thinks it is until his girlfriend walks into the room and the director announces that Jungkook and his teammates will be battling two professional Valorant players for the episode. The stakes are high - but the prize if he manages to beat you? Total submission in the bedroom.

→ Pairing: streamer!Jungkook x valorantpro!reader

→ Rating: NSFW & 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging with this content. Any minors discovered interacting with adult content will be blocked immediately.

→ Type: One shot

→ Word Count: 9,588

→ Genre: established relationship, pwp

→ Warnings: Explicit language, a lot of FPS terms so mentions of shooting down enemies, guns, etc. sexually explicit content including sub jk and soft dom reader, orgasm denial, teasing, dirty talk, nipple play (f. and m. receiving) oral sex (f. and m. receiving), unprotect vaginal sex (f. on top), light begging, cum eating, split play, breath control (very light throat squeezing, not really choking), orgasm control, a shit ton of praising, light scratching, I think thats all of it.

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A/N: GAMER JUNGKOOK SUPREMACY. This was honestly an excuse to write Jungkook losing at Valorant because I would pay $$$$ to play BTS in Valo. Sorry for all the gamer talk - I couldn't help but include it even though I really tried to cut down on describing game play, but I also wanted to show reader beating Jungkookie you feel me? This was entirely inspired by Disguised Toast's noobs vs. pros Valorant tourney he hosted. It was absolutely nuts to see that the pros were good enough to beat 5 players tbh. If any of you play valo - LETS PLAY TOGETHER. I never play ranked cause it's too much pressure but I can be coaxed into it if necessary - I have not ranked since like Act 3 and I ended bronze because I am a chaos demon when playing. I hope you enjoy this absolute filth ft. subby Jungkook :)

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Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgement or representation of real life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real life scenarios. Moreover, none of my works accurately reflect, represent or take a stance on the nuances of Korean culture, cities, people etc. BTS is not BTS culturally, intellectually, physically or representationally in my stories, and should be considered name and face stand-ins for made up characters.

The smell of coffee, heavenly and warm drags you toward the kitchen. Your socks slide against the vinyl floor of the apartment. You’re careful to step over the pile of cords your boyfriend has left tangled near the bedroom door – you’ve tripped and cursed at him once already. Absently, you think it looks suspiciously like Tangela.

“Yeah, it sort of does.” You don’t realize you’ve spoken out loud until you see Jungkook leaning on the counter, drinking coffee from one of your coffee cups. You rub the sleep from your eyes - it’s your very coveted Fruits Basket mug and you eye him suspiciously as you join him in the kitchen. “I swear I’ll untangle them tonight after work.”

You grunt, noncommittal. Your boyfriend gives you a soft smile – bunny teeth showing and eyes crinkling with delight at the corners. Despite being tired, you smile back, warmth spreading through you as he slides a premade mug of coffee to you just how you like it – two sugars and a splash of milk.

“Are you going to tell me about your super-secret work project?” Jungkook asks.

You join him leaning on the counter. He makes room to wrap an arm around you and you bury your face in the soft, grey cotton tee and inhale. He smells like florals and something headier – a smell that is just Jungkook. He is soft and warm and you want to fall asleep in his arms, coffee temporarily forgotten as you nuzzle him.

Laughter rumbles through his chest, low and soft like a distant summer storm. You look up at him, cheek pressed against his shoulder.

Even in the morning, Jungkook is so beautiful that you cannot help but fall in love with him all over again. It isn’t just his looks you love – it is the way he gets nervous around you even though you have dated for four years, it’s the competitive knit of his brow when he plays video games, the affectionate way he interacts with his viewers when he streams.

If someone had told you that the terribly shy guy who couldn’t make eye contact with you in all of your introduction classes as a college freshman would become a confident streamer and your boyfriend – you’d have told them they clearly never saw you try to ask Jungkook for notes on a missed lecture.

“Super-secret means you don’t get to know,” you remind him. You stand on your tiptoes, pressing a kiss to the corner of his pout. He gives you round eyes and a quivering lip, making you growl at him. “Enough! No Bambi-eyes today, Kook.”

“Come on, Ace.”

“Ah!” you hush him, ignoring the use of your nickname – one that started out as a joke among your gaming friends for your aces in Valorant and eventually became your username. “No whining. I promise you’ll find out what I’m working on.”

He huffs. Jungkook is not petulant, but the two of you are always open and honest. There is very little you don’t know about the other, so when you started working on something at work and began dropping hints, Jungkook was less than enthused that you weren’t allowed to tell him.

Well – you could. But you wanted it to be a surprise.

“Can you at least give me a hint?” he asks as you sip your coffee. You hum thoughtfully. “A collab?”

“Fine – yes it’s a collab.”

Jungkook jumps up and down, nearly knocking the mug from your hand and nearly dropping your favorite mug from his. You hiss at him and snatch his mug. “Careful! You’re going to break Tohru.”  

“Are you guys finally collaborating with Adidas?”

“I guess you’ll find out,” you tease, pulling away from him.

Jungkook pouts again but it’s not as deep this time. You laugh and not for the first time, you’re grateful that you have Jungkook.

Making friends had been increasingly difficult for you in college. As someone who was prone to being anti-social yourself, your head strong personality and taking charge of group projects was admired, but not ideal for making friends.

It didn’t help that like Jungkook, you spent an obscene number of hours at a pitiful gaming set up, eyes burning as you clawed your way through Valorant acts. You had been playing since the beta stage, making a name for yourself in the streaming and competitive scene. Your degree was in marketing – a tactical choice by you to learn how to market yourself in hopes of becoming a professional e-sports gamer and eventually opening your own company dedicated to marketing streamers and e-sports.

Now you were making a name for yourself with the first all-women professional Valorant team and you were super fucking proud of it. But no one was prouder than Jungkook. You remembered all the times he inserted himself in conversations to hype you: my girlfriend is actually a professional Valorant player – yeah first team full of women. Oh you play games? My girlfriend is a professional e-sports player. Yeah, I stream but my girlfriend is the real professional.

You could not ask for a better support system – and better friends. Jungkook is signed with a company for streaming as well – Bangtan Streaming – and he and his friends are incredible.

It’s weird to think that you were both so prominent in the gaming scene. While it did have the negatives – fans telling Jungkook that you were not good enough for him or worse, telling him that he was far better than gaming at you – there are so many amazing opportunities that both of your platforms have given you.

Grateful and lucky does not cover half of how you feel about your life.

The apartment you share downtown with Jungkook is larger than necessary – three bedrooms and two and a half bathrooms with floor to ceiling windows in the living room overlooking the city. You had learned the hard way in your previous apartment that sharing a gaming room was impossible – Jungkook is actively streaming and conversing with his viewers or doing sponsorships while you’re prone rage screaming in the background while practicing.

The separate room policy is definitely your fault.

Steam covers the bathroom mirror as you wrap yourself in a towel, combing through your hair as quickly as possible – you’re not behind yet, but you do have a habit of being late.

Jungkook comes shuffling in as you rinse your mouth from tooth paste, wiping it on a small towel by the sink. The towels that you have picked out, because you had introduced Jungkook to the concept of hand towels, face towels, decorative towels and body towels.

Why can’t I just use one? He had asked, earning a disgusted face from you.

Jungkook has come a long way from a single mattress on the floor with blue sheets and towels for pillows- though you have a sneaking suspicion he would still be living that way had you not taught him that there is more to life than bare basics.

Grabbing a blow dryer, you’re distracted when Jungkook settles behind you, wrapping hands around your waist. You glare at him in the mirror, knowing exactly where he is trying to go. He gives you doe-eyes, his attempt at innocence as he pulls your ass against his crotch.

“Jeon Jungkook,” you warn, plugging in the dryer. “No, I am going to be late.”

He leans closer to you, brushing wet strands of hair from your neck as he plants a soft kiss on the fresh skin. You hum lightly – it does feel good, the way his soft lips press against your skin. Goosebumps appear on your skin as he kisses closer to your neck, fingers tugging the towel slightly.

You turn the blow dryer on, pointing it right at his face and starling him. You burst with laughter as he steps back from you, blinking away from the sudden heat and noise of the machine.

“That’s your final warning,” you say pointedly to his scrunched-up reflection.

“Fine,” he grumbles. “Just wanted to eat you out, no big deal.” Liquid heat pools in your stomach at his words, but you stay strong, running the dryer over your damp hair. “You’re so mean.”

“I’ll make it up to you later.”

He hesitates. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

While Jungkook’s gentle nature does not always follow him into the bedroom, there are rare moments when he lets himself melt into you completely, lets you take control and guide him to shaking orgasms where he is breathy and full of tears.

Those moments are some of your favorite, where there is no dominance or fight in him, where he gives you absolute control and you can show him how good you can make him feel.

Suddenly you hate that you have been anticipating this surprise project for weeks, wanting nothing more than to turn the dryer off and mark him with your nails, teeth, fingers.

Focusing on getting dressed, you tell yourself that today is going to be fun. And it is – because Jungkook has no idea that Arsenic is collaborating with Bangtan Streaming today.

-

One of Jungkook’s favorite places to be is the BTS offices downtown. The building is cutting edge and each space inside is filled with thoughtful interior design – large spaces where people can relax and step away from the screens, a cafeteria with a variety of dietary options, a dark section of offices for group and individual gaming, and a single floor dedicated to filming spaces.

Jungkook’s favorite room at work is the dark music room that Yoongi had cut out for them. It has a focus on relaxation for those who were overstimulated for working long hours or doing charity streams on office campus.

Soft chairs, dim blue lighting and the option to put on headphones pre-set with lo-fi beats or listen to your own greet Jungkook early that morning as he waits for the final touches to be put on whatever shoot they were doing upstairs.

Run BTS episodes were almost always a surprise. He and the six other streamers that they have as their ‘streamline’ personalities cover a variety of content: Jungkook, Jin and Taehyung are focused on first person shooters and competitive games, Jimin and Hoseok both have monopoly on comfy games and laidback RPGs, while Namjoon and Yoongi are both into long campaigns.

That being said, they are all skilled at a wide variety. Jungkook came on the scene in college with his skill in Overwatch. Though he had started as a camera-off kind of streamer who got by on sheer skill, you had talked him into turning the camera on, assisting with the lighting and the background and everything.

Jungkook is so thankful for you that it is stupid. He is also insanely proud of you.

Even as he lays in the recliner, sifting through social media while listening to Yoongi’s curated playlist, he smiles when he comes across a photo of you on your Twitter – it’s a mirror selfie dropping hints at your super-secret project that he has tried to get out of you for week.

He had even spent a night going down on you multiple times in hopes of making you tired enough to let it slip – and because there are few things he liked more than eating you out – but you are stubborn and a steel box when it came to your work.

It’s fucking hot, though.

Lights are set up around the filming space as Jungkook goes upstairs. They’re shooting in one of the gaming rooms used for competitions and larger setups, rows of computers on elevated platforms in sponsored chairs and sleek setups for each station.

Over a dozen staff members move about the space, setting up. Cameras on tracks, cameras on shoulders, writers with scripts secured to clipboards, playback screens and directors, assistants running around with cups of coffee and gaffers tape to seal wires down to the floor.

Jungkook’s interest is piqued when he sees that the front of the elongated desk on the right side of the massive setup as ‘Bangtan Streaming’ on it while the other side is hidden by a sheet. He frowns as he approaches Taehyung, who is spinning in a gaming chair on the first row.

“Any idea what we’re doing today?” Jungkook asks, jerking a thumb at the empty set of gaming setups. Taehyung shakes his head, black curls bounding. Jungkook sticks a foot out, stopping the older from spinning until he vomits. “Think they’ll make us play some insanely modded game again?”

“Modded Skyrim,” Taehyung shivers. “The only place you can fight dragons as a chair.”

Jungkook hums his ascent.

The director calls for their attention and gathers five of them together. Namjoon is sitting on a beanbag watching the shoot take place – a fill for whatever their doing – while he shares a bag of popcorn with Hoseok, also a fill for today.

Without Namjoon as the active participant, Seokjin is assigned leadership duties. They each went down the line and are given their intros, letting them rehearse a few times before the director explains to them what they needed from them.

Run BTS is a large production, but it is also very loosely shot, with genuine real time reactions, staff helping giving clear directions, and stream of thought content. Jungkook loves shooting with his best friends – his brothers really – and there is always a prize at the end of each competition.

Jungkook loves winning.

Because that’s what it is – monthly episodes of them competing out of their element or within other fields of gaming and streaming that most of them are not used to.

They go through their intros, Jungkook doing his part and waiting as the director builds up what they are going to do for the day. He tries not to yawn, wishing he had made himself another cup of coffee instead of chasing you into the bathroom and hoping to get lucky.

You almost always indulge in him, but you were both busy this morning so he knows it was for the better.

“Today your teams have been chosen based on your first-person shooter abilities. The top three FPS players,” the director says. “Consists of Jungkook, Jin and Taehyung. However, your team also has two of the worst first-person shooters: Jimin and Yoongi.”

“Yah!” Yoongi yells, everyone immediately laughing. Seokjin slaps his hand on his leg as both Yoongi and Jimin start yelling, their complaints parroting back and forth. “I’m not even that bad!”

“You’re really good at other things,” Taehyung assures Yoongi, hand on his shoulder.

Yoongi shrugs Taehyungs hand off but seems appeased for the moment, making Jungkook laugh. His hands are linked behind his back as the director continues, “Today you’ll be competing in a small series against two e-sports professionals from Arsenic.”

Everyone’s eyes turn to Jungkook. He blinks in shock, looking at the door that the director gestures to. You walk in through the door waving, eyes finding Jungkook and glinting dangerously, warm smile turning into a smirk. You’re in jeans and a black and green zip up with Arsenic’s poison cloud logo on the front.

Jungkook is so stunned to see you that he doesn’t hear what the director is saying – something about a 5 vs. 2 Valorant tournament. And while it might sound absolutely insane to the views the collective seven boys have who religiously watch Run BTS, he knows that it isn’t.

You and your pink-haired teammate – Arya, he realizes when he finally snaps out of his daze -are good enough to take him and four teammates down in Valorant.

Jungkook takes a deep breath. It is his second to best game behind Overwatch, and he has played with you so much and watched so many of your matches that he knows every game mechanic and tactic you use.

Sensing that his eyes have drifted back to you, you give Jungkook a wolfish grin. Despite being at work, he feels arousal shoot straight to his dick. You’re so fucking sexy when you’re competitive and he loves when you surprise him.  

It all makes sense now. Your refusal to tell him about your upcoming collaboration, the sly way you grinned at him this morning, your mounting nervousness. You always told Jungkook what was going on at work, even if it was top secret.

He narrows his eyes at you, a smile breaking out on his face as Arya introduces herself.

“I’m Arya better known as Arsenic Arya,” she grins, waving a hand. “I’m the eldest member of Arsenic, the first member of the team, and so far this act I am Immortal Three. I main Raze and Jett and I prefer fast, mobile play.”

There is a light, golf-style clap at your introduction. Jungkook’s eyes slide to you. You’re not looking at him, but he can see the twitch of that sensuous mouth as yours as you introduce yourself.

“I’m Y/N also known as Arsenic Ace –”

“Cause she be acing,” Taehyung and Jimin call out in singsong voices, making the room laugh.

Your eyes are shinning and Jungkook is falling falling falling for you, even though all you’re doing is standing in a room and working. “Yeah, that does happen. I was the third member of the team, and this act I already hit Radiant. I main Viper and Reyna and I prefer unpredictable, aggressive play.”

The rules are simple: there will be three rounds of games, each with a different set of rules, each handicapping either the stream team or the pro team.

Round One: Pros get to choose a map of their preference and they aren’t allowed to buy weapons on each first round of the half. The winning team will receive five points.

Round Two: Pros are only allowed to defend one plant site and are not allowed to rotate until their partner dies. The stream team gets to choose a map but may not choose Haven. The winning team will receive five points.

Round Three: Pros are not allowed to play agents that they are familiar with, but they may pick the map. The winning team will receive five points.

Bonus Round: One player from each team will go in a head-to-head Spike Rush match worth ten points.

 “At the half when it’s time to switch sides, the stream team may select one of the standby players to take someone’s place. The points may be redeemed at the end of the tournament to ‘purchase’ items for dinner.”

Two production assistants role out food carts. Jungkook’s team immediately groans. The premium items are five points each, with side dishes sitting between two and three points and seasonings and ingredients being one point each.

Jungkook knows that his team isn’t bad – Taehyung is excellent at first person shooters. But as good as Seokjin’s aim is, he hates games that require excess utility which Valorant does, and Yoongi is a little bit helpless when it comes to player versus player games.

Rolling back on his feet Jungkook listens as Seokjin reads from a card about what kind of game Valorant is and what viewers can expect. He tries to keep his eyes from drifting to you – he's working, for fuck sake – but he knows that you’re paying attention to the directors with your hands laced behind your back.

A total professional. You've always been harder to influence than Jungkook when it comes to distractions – especially devious ones.

Suddenly, Jungkook can’t focus on anything but wanting to rile you. He knows he needs to focus up for his team – he's going to be their linchpin if they want to win. He is the most familiar with the game play beside Taehyung, and he knows you better than anyone else in the room.

Someone calls his name and he blinks in surprise, eyes go wide as he looks at the camera. Jimin is smirking next to him, his eyes half-moons as he tries to contain his laughter and Jungkook knows that he was caught starting at you.

Browser loading, is what you like to call it when he gets that faraway look. He loves the way you think it’s cute – instantly cooing at him and kissing him as he forgets what it was, he was drifting off about anyway.

“You’ll be the team’s best weapon today, right?” The director asks. “Valorant is your second most streamed game behind Overwatch and you’ve participated in charity streams in conjunction with Arsenic before.”

“Uh,” he starts out nodding, “Yeah - yes. I’ve played it a lot since beta. I recently hit Diamond Two this act.”

“And you have insider information, since Arsenic Ace is your girlfriend?”

Jungkook flushes red and looks at his shoes. He notices that the white Nikes no longer have scuff marks, and it occurs to him that you must have heard him complaining about them and clean them. His heart swells and he warm further, nodding his head.

“Yes, I’m very familiar with her style. She won’t take it easy on us, though.”

They pause filming to set up near the computers.

Jungkook rushes over to you. You turn to him with a grin. “Surprise,” you whisper. “You’re not mad, are you?”

“No - this is so cool. How did this come about?”

“Jin actually proposed it a bit ago to Arya when they were at some sort of co-op event for Twitch. When she brought it up, she asked if I would want to do the program and I obviously said yes. I wanted to surprise you.”

“Oh I'm surprised.” He looks you up and down. You’re dressed simply, but he can smell you this close – you smell like the apartment you share and a light, floral fragrance. The combination of home and florals makes him dizzy. “Want to make a wager?”

You’re already ahead of him. “Loser has to submit,” you whisper to him. “You want to risk that? Want to risk being fucked dumb, baby?”

Your words shoot straight to his cock and he swears he’s about to pop hard on right there. He licks his lips, finding that he needs water – now.

“Come on, Jeon,” you croon, biting your bottom lip and pulling at the hem of his shirt. “Make the bet. I win and I get to do whatever I want to you tonight. You win and I’m yours.”

“You’re already mine.”

You narrow your eyes. “Bet or no?”

Jungkook knows it’s a win-win scenario. Either he’s going to have you lying on your back, begging for his cock to split you open or you’ll sink that pretty pussy down on him and make him sit there while you touch him gently all over. Or you’ll make him sit on his hands while you lick the tip of his cock gently, kittenish and teasing until he’s begging you fuck him, begging you to sit on his face, to anything.

“You’re on,” he growls. He has to adjust he’s jeans when you back away. Your eyes follow the movement, raising your brow as you do.

“Just don’t forget you’re not allowed to be a sore loser.”

-

“No,” you hear Jungkook yelling even through your headphones. “Don’t enter Viper’s ult. You light up red when you enter, and she’ll see you before you see her. Jin – stop shooting at spike, she doesn’t sit on spike in her ult, she shift walks to keep movement unpredictable and lure you in.”

Jungkook is trying and failing to get his team to listen to him. Seokjin plays too eager, shooting at the planted spike in your smoke and immediately giving you away. You throw your snake bite venom onto the spike, making it so that anyone who tries to diffuse will take damage fast.

Rotating out of Viper’s ultimate, you spot Seokjin exactly where he was shooting at you from ropes and tap him once. Seokjin let’s out a roar of frustration as you grin and enter your ult, the spike beeping a faster rhythm.

Arya spectates next to you, having been taken out by Jungkook before plant. She managed to take Jimin with her, and now it’s just you and Yoongi, who plays very tentatively with Sage.

You tune out Jungkook’s coaching of his older teammate while you navigate the green smoke. It’s match point of the first round – which you have handedly raced to a 12 – 4 score.

Sage walls under you suddenly, sending Viper up and out of ult. You’re fast, jumping down and locating the red outline on spike, one tapping Yoongi’s Sage and dropping her.

Arya screams as you win the game, pulling your headphones all the way off and rolling your sweat a little backward to grin at Jungkook. He is leaned back in his chair, patting Yoongi on the back who is now grumbling about why was I chosen for a player verse player game?

The second round goes better for the stream team as you’ve started calling them for the tournament. With the rules of the second round tying you to a sight until your teammate dies, you and Arya decide to pick Sentinels, agents whose purpose are to lockdown and defend site.

You’re not terrible with Chamber by any means, his utility almost giving you a dualist advantage, but the map is big and rotating while the stream team plants the spike after killing Arya is hard.

Thankfully, they don’t call you Ace for no reason.

Though Arya gets two herself as Jett, you grin like a maniac as you nail your fourth ace, killing all four of the stream team in rapid succession with Chamber’s ultimate – a sniper that not only works better than the op, but is a little easier to aim.

The chat in the bottom left screen starts lighting up, making you giggle

Jungkook.97: you are sweaty

Jungkook.97: touch grass

Jungkook.97: you can sleep on the couch

ArsenicAce: Can’t hear u over the sound of my ace and clutch &lt;3

Jungkook makes it his only mission to take you out. His gameplay changes and you realize that Jungkook and Taehyung are more focused on eliminating you from site early to rush the plant before locking it down and fending off Arya.

The plan works in that it doesn’t: they do manage to eliminate you early in rounds when they rush your site, but Arya is good. She rotates fast, using Jett’s mobility to give her room to re-take site. When she gets an operator, they drop like flies, your teammate hitting every snipe.

You take round two but barely – finishing the round 13-10.

Jungkook continues spamming the chat – teasing you through text even though he’s not that far away. You smirk, fingers rapid fire on the keys as the stream team decides to swap out Yoongi (who is so relieved he cheers) for Namjoon at the beginning of round three.

Namjoon gives them the luck that he needs. Because you and Arya aren’t allowed to select agents that you’re familiar with, you make blunders early on when trying to use the utility of your characters. You’ve play Phoenix once in your life, managing to blind yourself around every corner and blind Arya multiple times.

After getting yourself smoked enough times, you stop using your utility altogether.

Arya doesn’t fare any better. She's taking the lead on the strategy, trying to use Sova to gather utility but she shoots her recon darts too high, too short and has killed you once or twice with her shock darts.

You are a laughing mess, wiping tears from your eyes as Namjoon defuses the spike after Arya shot her shock dart up into the sky screaming, “I have lineups!”

Her lineup fried you as you rotated onto site, her laughter so sudden and hysterical that it left her open to be taken out by Taehyung.

You lose the third round – graciously, of course – 6-13.

The bonus round is the only way that they can win, but everyone is laughing. Arya pats you on the head, nominating you for the 1 v. 1 before you can discuss it. Jungkook is not only the obvious choice when you’re selected to represent Arsenic, but he wants this.

He is hungry to beat you. The promise of getting to do whatever he wants to you for too good of a prize to let it go.

You go for the surprise agent selection. Jungkook expects you to puck Viper or Reyna – perhaps even Omen.

You go for Yoru. His favorite agent to play. You’re unsurprised when he tries to throw you off as well – Jungkook selects Chamber and you know he’s hoping the extra weapons utility will give him an edge.

Spike Rush is different. You load with full utility – no ultimate – and the guns are random. And it’s Jungkook’s demise immediately when you spawn first round with a sheriff. Blinding him is easy and it takes a one tap to win.

“YAH SHE SHOULDN’T BE ALLOWED SHERIFF’S!” Jungkook hollers, making you laugh. You can hear the frustration as the second round starts. “WHO USES THE SHORTY? NO ONE!”

It takes Jungkook all of 40 seconds to kill you with said bucky and correct his stance to, “SHORT IS AWESOME. EAT SHELLS.”

ArsenicAce: Lucky, Jeon.

Jungkook.97: EAT SHELLS

Jungkook is competitive. You feel a surge of frustration – not because you’re tied and not because he’s being mean – but because you are just as competitive and you want to win. You focus, going quiet as the round stars with an operator.

You let Jungkook onto sight before using Yoru’s dimensional drift, running past him and appearing down the same hall he came down. You pick him off so easily you hear the screech.

You’re one win away from the prize. Your heart rate speeds up as the round starts, but there was no reason to worry. You exchange fire with him but you land a headshot, making Jungkook scream in frustration.

Quick as possible, you rapid fire a message into the chat.

ArsenicAce: dominated.

You grin. It’s a promise and you bothknow it.

-

You’re swinging your legs back and forth, sipping a glass while sitting on the island counter when Jungkook walks in. He stops and looks at you, dropping his bag by the door and staring at you, a soft pout on his lips.

The wine is a sweet red, fruity on your tongue. Once the shoot was over, you kissed him goodbye and promised to meet him at home. He had grumbled a response, looking at his shoes and shifting from foot to foot.

Now he’s hesitating by the door. His eyes are wide and his lips downturned, Jungkook not leaving the safe haven of the doorway. You crook a finger at him, beckoning him. He shakes his head, pout deepening.

You click your teeth at him. “Kookie.”

“It wasn’t fair,” he says softly, looking at his shoes and kicking the wooden floor lightly. He looks so young when he does this – eyes round, lips full, the bottom lip stuck out more just a little bit more than the top lip, shoulders tucked and voice soft. “You’re a pro.”

“Life isn’t fair.”

“Yeah but I didn’t stand a chance.”

“You stood plenty of a chance. It was 5 vs. 2.”

“Still,” he huffs. “You guys are like a million ranks above my team.”

Setting your glass of wine down, the clink of the glass on the marvel is loud in the empty space between you. You lean forward, elbows on knees as you level a glare at your boyfriend. He chews the corner of his lips.

Nervous. He wanted to be in control today – you know he did. His little moves in the bathroom that morning hinted that he was itching to pin you down to the bed and make a mess of you.

Too bad he lost.

“You’re being a sore loser, Jungkookie.” He says nothing, nibbling his lip. “What did we talk about?”

“Not being a sore loser.”

“Come here.” Your voice is soft, almost a croon. “Have some of my wine, baby.”

The gentle voice pulls him toward you. His eyes are soft and brown, so beautiful that you feel yourself soften as he nears you. He smells like faded cologne and a little bit of sweat after a long day, but he smells like Jungkook and you love that.

Leaning back, you widen your legs so that he can slot himself between them. You grab your glass of wine and bring it up to his lips. His brown eyes are hypnotizing as he lets you tilt the glass gently, careful to not spill it all over him.

Jungkook’s throat bobs as he sips the wine. You pull it away, a red bead running down his chin. You lean forward, kissing the wine messily, tongue sneaking out to taste his skin and wine. He makes a breathy sound as you pull away.

“Sweet?” you murmur. He nods, eyes focused only on you. Gently, to brush the hair from his face. It’s longer on the top now, the side and underneath shaved. You love running your fingers through his hair only to scratch the short hair at the nap of his neck.

“Go shower,” you instruct him with a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Then get in bed. No clothes.”

He nods lips twitching in a smile. “Want you now though.”

You hum, squeezing his hips with your knees. “Wanna make you clean so I can get you all dirty again.”

Something like a moan escapes his lips and he reluctantly pulls away from you. He’s no longer the pouting, pride-wounded boy at the door. You can see you’ve enticed him now – soft dominance is the play now that you know his mood.

You hear the shower turn on. You’ve already showered, having slipped into a sheer lingerie set, the bra, garter belt and panties all sheer, skin tone mesh with white daises and pink, lace lining. It’s a contrast for the black sets you usually where when in charge, a fresh change to surprise Jungkook.

Though you hear him get out the shower, you don’t go into your bedroom right away. You move around the kitchen, grabbing glasses of water to place on the nightstand. Slowly, you walk into the room.

It’s dim, the only light the orange glow of the salt lamp on the dresser. Jungkook is laying on the bed, damp hair pushed out of his face. He is gloriously naked, sprawled with his hands fiddling with the chains around his neck.

And he’s half hard.

You smirk, knowing that Jungkook probably teased himself in the shower, too excited to be patient. You set the glasses of water on the nightstand and he reaches for you. You hiss at him and smack his hands away, making him frown and drop them on either side.

Jungkook is so perfect. Not just because his body is defined by tone muscle with a waist narrow enough to make you jealous, but because it’s his body. Because it holds everything you hold dear, because it keeps him happy and healthy.

You sit near his feet, eyes only for him. Smooth skin, flushed cheeks and neck, half-hard cock that is turning dark at the tip. Your mouth waters.

“Did you touch yourself in the shower?” He shakes his head but doesn’t meet your eyes. You hum, pinching his ankle to make him look at you. “Did you touch yourself a little bit in the shower, Jungkookie? You can be honest with me.”

“Yes.”

“What were you think about?”

“You. Your mouth. Want it so fucking bad.”

“Yeah?” He nods. “Want to feel my mouth around your pretty cock? Want me to lick the tip just the way you like, want me to choke on it?”

“Fuck yeah.”

You smirk a bit. “Touch yourself for me. Show me how you did it, how you like to be touched.”

“You know how I like to be touched.”

You pinch his ankle again and he whines. Licking his lips, Jungkook lifts a hand to grip his cock in his hand. You stop him before he can stroke the shaft, drawing his wide-eyes on you, confused at what he did wrong.

Crawling forward, you straddle his knees. His breath quickens as you lean over him, gathering spit in your mouth and letting it dribble onto the tip of his dick. He curses under his breath. “Stroke your cock for me.” Your voice is a gentle caresses. “Get it nice and hard for me.”

Jungkook is breathy. You feel warm all over, your head emptying of thoughts as you watch his pretty, tattooed hand stroke up and down his cock. The only sound is that of the slick spit and precum he gathers at the tip, spreading it like lubrication. His breath quickens, your eyes focused on his cock. He whines and you look up.

“Hmm?”

“Want your hands.”

“Hmm. No. Want to get you nice and ready for me, yeah?” His knees shift under you. “Here, let me motivate you.”

Carefully, you pull the hoodie off your body, revealing the floral bra. Jungkook moans out loud then, head hitting the back of your headboard. You grin, sliding off of him to shimmy out of the sweatpants.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you.” You lean forward and give him a fleeting kiss on the lips. He chases after your mouth but you dance away from him, straddling his knees again. “Come on, baby. Just a little more. Need some more of my spit?”

He nods. You lean forward and spit on the tip of his cock again, making his hips twitch upward. “Go on,” you urge. “You’re being such a sweet boy for me.”

Jungkook’s eyes flutter as he closes them, stroking his cock with slow, even paces. You lightly run your nails up and down his thighs and he shivers violently, squeezing the base of his cock as you draw light sounds of him.

“Does that feel good?” You ask and he nods quickly. His pace has gotten faster. “Ah, slow.”

“Fuck,” he curses. “Please touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

“Want you to touch my cock.”

“Then listen to me.”

“I’m sorry.”

His voice is so gentle that it makes you lean forward, surprising him as you steal a kiss from him. He drops his hands from his cock, fisting the sheets as you lick into his mouth, leading the kiss. It’s gentle and sloppy, Jungkook tilting his face up to you as you run your fingers through his hair, pulling lightly.

Another shiver goes through him as your run your nails against his scalp. You smile into the kiss, sucking his tongue gently. He whimpers.

“Want me to suck your cock like that?” You ask him. You pull back and he sticks his tongue out for you, nodding and pliant. “Ask nicely,” you mutter before dipping back down and sucking his tongue back into your mouth, brushing yours against his. “And maybe I’ll do it.”

“Please,” he asks quickly. “Want to feel your mouth so bad.”

You hum thoughtfully. Your mouth leaves his, pressing wet kisses along his jaw. You nip marks into him, leaving him panting underneath you. Your tongue traces his jaw, licking up to his ear. You nibble lightly on his lobe before whispering. “So sweet for me.”

Kissing down his neck sets a fire in Jungkook. His chest is flushed red, the coloring beautiful as it reaches up his neck. You pull at his sensitive skin with gentle teeth, laving over it with your tongue to sooth the sting.

Jungkook white knuckles the sheets as you pause at his chest, looking up at him through your lashes as your tongue darts out to circle a single, dusky nipple. Jungkook keens, the sound high pitch and faint. Carefully, you nip the bud gently, Jungkook bucking beneath you.

It’s hot – it’s more than hot. You watch his every reaction as you kiss across his chest to lick at his other nipple. His chest is rising and falling at a rapid rate as he pants, a sheen of sweat on his forehead as he squeezes his eyes shut, squirming beneath you. You’re barely touching him but Jungkook has always been sensitive – especially when he’s not in control.

With your eyes still on him, you shuffle down the bed, kissing him every inch of the way. His eyes are back on you, half-lidded and hazy as he stares. You smile up at him, knowing that he’ll do whatever you ask. You love him like this, so needy for you, so willing to give you over every ounce of control and trust.

It fills you with pride, knowing that when he wants to grab your hair, he’s grabbing the sheets instead. Jungkook has learn to control himself, and it’s all so that you can please him.

“You’re so perfect,” you whisper. You grab his heavy cock in your hand. He sighs in relief. He’s hard and aching, thick girth begging for attention. You squeeze the base of his dick lightly as you lick the tip so lightly that he whines. “Love having you like this for me. Love when you let me take care of you.”

“Please,” he whispers.

You hum in response, bending down to suck just the crown of Jungkook’s cock in your mouth. He lets out a loud moan, increasing in volume as your tongue circles the tip. You come off of him with a gentle pop but you down pull away. instead, your tongue leisurely tracing the vein under his cock.

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses loudly. “Can I touch you?”

“Nope,” you chirrup. “Hands to yourself. I’ll let you know when you can touch me.”

“Haven’t I been good?”

“I don’t know,” you hum. “You’ve not been super patient.”

“I’m sorry.”

The whine in his voice makes you smile. “That’s okay. Just relax for me, yeah?”

You feel him not more than you see him. You run your hands up and down his thick thighs, placing soft kisses on the flesh. Deciding to reward him for his patience, you give his dick a few slow strokes before you take him in your mouth in earnest.

Little sounds escape his mouth as he closes his eyes. You watch every minute expression on his face, the way his brows crease in pleasure, the way his mouth falls open as he gasps when you sink the warmth of your mouth down on him, hollowing your cheeks for extra suction.

Jungkook is beautiful getting blown. He is so expressive, head rolling to the side. He pants, sweat beading on his chest as you bob your head, making sure to suck him loud and sloppy, just the way he likes it.

For what you can’t reach, you pump with your hand, moving in a steady tandem as he twists the sheets in his hands, thighs and hips jumping with twitches as he moans. You pull off him again, gathering your spit to let it drip from your lips to his tip, pumping his cock faster with a firm hand, twisting at the top the way he likes.

Your boyfriend is melting beneath you.

“Gonna cum if you don’t stop,” he rasps, voice rough. He nods – more to himself than you. “Gonna cum.”

You feel it, the twitch in your hand. You pump him faster and as he begins to twist himself into the sheets, you let go. Jungkook’s eyes snap open with wild fury as you crawl away from him, grinning and settling on your knees just a foot away from him.

“No!” he protests, throwing his head back against the headboard. “Please make me cum please make me come please.”

His begging is cute and soft. You crawl forward, hushing him with a kiss that is more gentle than you’re being with his dick. He licks into your mouth, hungry and wanting, hands pulling at your thighs. He tries to steer you toward his cock but you’re firm, nails digging into the tops of his shoulders.

“Sweet boys make their girlfriends cum first.”

“Yes,” he agrees, looking up at you with blown pupils and pure adoration. You tuck damp strands of hair behind his ear. “Please let me touch you. Want to make you cum.”

“Touch me where, hmm?”

“Sit on my face,” he answers with no hesitation. “Please. Want to taste you.”

“Take these off me, then.”

Jungkook moves too fast. You smack foreheads and groan, holding your head where his hit yours. He apologizes, taking your face in his hands and kissing the spot. You smile as he kisses your lips and murmurs one more apology before his hands, trembling with the denied orgasm, are pulling at the dainty underwear.

“These are beautiful,” Jungkook murmurs. He slides the material down your legs and you help him get them off you. He places them delicately on the bed instead of tossing them. “You’re beautiful. And good at gaming.”

“Yeah?” You push him back. Jungkook slides down the bed, head resting on pillows as you climb up his body. You grab him by the chin gently, making him look at you. “I deserve a good orgasm after winning today, hmm? Going to congratulate me?”

He nods and sticks his tongue out. You know what he’s asking for. You gather spit in your mouth, letting it pool from yours to his. He folds his tongue back in his mouth, swallowing before opening again. You grin at him, so fucking turned on that it takes all of your control not to tell him to fuck you senseless right there.

“Fuck you’re so good,Jungkook.”

His grin is blinding.

Shifting, you carefully put your knees on either side of his head, hovering your dripping core over his eager mouth. You moan breathily when you feel the heat of his breath on your pussy, breath caught in your throat.

“You’re so wet,” he breathes, the words ghosting over your slit. You look down between your legs, where Jungkook is fixated. He licks his lips and lifts his mouth upward, giving a tentative lick that has you sighing in relief. “Mmmm.

“Go on,” you encourage him. With one hand, you hold the headboard. The other cards gently through his hair. “Make me cum, baby.”

Jungkook hums. His hands go to your waist, pulling your pussy further down to his mouth. Your eyes shut and a shaky breath slides through you as he starts to take slow, long licks from hole to clit. The feeling of his rough tongue slowly sliding through your folds makes you grip his hair harder.

Little sounds of pleasure escape him, sighs and humming and moans as he fastens his mouth to your clit, sucking gently. Pleasure shoots through you, your thighs turning soft and jelly as Jungkook begins to eat you out in earnest.

Messy sounds of Jungkook licking, sucking and fucking your hole with his tongue feel the room, accompanied by your soft praises. A steady hum has settled in your stomach, growing as he sucks particularly harshly on your clit.

“Fuck that feels so good, Jungkook.” You rock your hips against his mouth and he flattens his tongue, letting you fuck yourself on his face. “You know exactly how to eat my pussy, don’t you?”

“Mmmm.” His tongue circles your clenching hole a few times before sliding back up to suckle on your clit. “Love eating your pussy.”

“Yeah? Love it when I fuck myself on your tongue?”

“Yes.”

“God, you’re going to make me fucking cuuuum.” You’re panting, barely able to catch your breath. You feel hot all over as your hips take over, finding a rhythm that has you resting your head on the headboard, gasping as you chase your orgasm. “Fuck, Jungkook – so fucking good keep going.”

He hums, fingers digging into the meat of your ass as he helps you ride his face further. “Please cum,” he gasps between harsh sucks on your bundle of nerves. “Wanna taste it. Please.”

It’s the way he sucks on your clit hard and the way he asks so sweetly for your cum that sends you flying over the edge. You squeeze your eyes shut, cursing and pulling his hair tightly as you cum undone, thighs shaking, lungs heaving as you ask for air.

You’re dizzy with the force of your orgasm, muscles in your thighs jumping as Jungkook licks at your hole lazily, not letting a drop go to waste. You sag against the headboard, catching your breath and running your fingers through Jungkook’s hair gently.

“Fuck that felt so good,” you whisper. “Love when you let me ride your face.”

You shift back down so you’re straddling his waist. Jungkook’s lips are wet with spit and cum, the perfect combination. You grab him by the chin, leaning down to swallow his moans as you kiss him fiercely, leading him through the kiss.

Jungkook’s heart rattles against your other palm, skipping and beating and dancing. It beats in time with yours, two wild hearts ready to burst through your ribcage. You love Jungkook so much it hurts sometimes, especially in moments like this where you need no other language but the whisper of skin on skin, the smack of your lips.

“Need you,” Jungkook whispers between messy kisses made of tongue and teeth. “Please. Want to feel good with you.”

“Yeah?” You purr, running nails lightly up his chest. You leave pink marks in its wake. “Gonna let me bounce on your cock?” He nods as you rake your nails back down, just a little harder, angry red lines chasing your hands. “Gonna let me cum first since I won?” Jungkook nods again. “Take this off me.”

Slow hands rub up your thighs, your hips. Jungkook is delicate as he unhooks the garter belt from you, dropping it next to you. His hands are rough from years of different activities. Goosebumps follow in the wake of his hands as they trace your soft curves to your breasts. He squeezes you over the bra, thumbs lightly brushing back and forth across your nipples. You sigh, lids closing as you let him explore your skin.

It's like Jungkook can’t tough enough of you, hands skating up and down your back, felling the pattern of your spin, molding his fingers and hands to the muscles of your back. He unhooks your bra on the second try. You angle your arms so that it’s easier for him to pull it off. The fabric scratches your skin lightly, making you feel overheated and electric.

You look at Jungkook and see a single thing: adoration.

No matter who is leading the way, no matter if the sex is rough or soft or a quicky in the car on a lunch break, Jungkook looks at you with unbound adoration. You’ve been together for years and even when you tried out something new with awkward, tangled limbs and bumping foreheads, you could look at him when you were hesitant and see how much he loved you.

See how much he needed you.

That fire spurs you onward. You love him just as much, especially when he makes a gasping sound as you grab his cock, running the tip up and down your slit, wetting him enough to sink slowly down on him.

Your gaze is locked on watching him as you slowly spear yourself on his cock. The stretch doesn’t hurt – it fills you up, making everything tight and full and wonderful. Your thighs shake, still recovering from the orgasm Jungkook gave you a few seconds ago but you don’t care.

Stuffed full of his cock and fully seated, you watch as the muscles in his body twitch and flex. His entire body reacts to you, especially when you clench your walls on him, grinning as he trembles beneath you.

Jungkook looks up at you with those soft eyes, fists at his side and waiting for you to do something, to do anything.

“What do you want, baby?” you ask him. “Tell me what you want.”

“Want to touch you?”

You roll your hips experimentally, both of you gasping as his dick reaches the deepest parts of you. “Touch me how? Use your words.”

“Wanna suck those tits while you fuck me.”

You trace your hands up your sides slowly, brushing them over your body. You push your breasts together as you slowly begin to roll your hips, sliding up and down his girth. Jungkook makes tiny little sounds under you, veins in his neck flexing.

“Yeah?” you ask using the power of your thighs to fuck yourself on him slowly. “Want to give that beautiful mouth something to do while I get off?”

He nods. “Sit up for me, then. Lean against the headboard.”

Careful not to pull out of you, Jungkook shifts so that he can lean against the headboard. You’re in his lap, fully seated. Jungkook’s obsession with your tits comes out in full form when you’re in charge, his mouth hungrily seeking your right nipple.

A light sigh escapes your mouth as you set a steady pace, rolling your hips to pull you forward and back on his cock. Jungkook moans as his tongue flicks back and forth over your nipple, sucking gently while his hand comes to play with the other.

Your hands dig into his shoulders for support, pushing on the muscle there to lift your hips every time you roll forward, coming down a little harder on his cock as you do. He pants against your chest, kissing all the skin accessible to him as you focus on the tip of his cock brushing your g-spot. You shift a little and find it, a moan forming his name escaping your lips.

“Fuck,” he curses softly. “Feels so good.”

“Yeah? You like it when I fuck you like this?” He nods, nose brushing the valley of your breasts. “You like it when I beat you at video games too, don’t you? You complain about it but I see the way you look at me after.”

You up the pace, bounding fully in his lap. His hands continue to squeeze and massage your breasts, heightening your rippling pleasure every time you sink down on his cock. Jungkook makes you feel so good and even though your words are tight and a growl, you’re coming undone for him. You always come undone for him.

“Love when I kick your ass, hmm?”

“Yes.”

“Love showing off how good I am to all your friends, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck,” you growl. “You’re so fucking perfect Jungkook. Love the way you make me feel, love the sounds you make, love you.”

“Please cum,” he pants. “Not gonna last if you keep doing that. Please.”

Your right hand goes from his shoulder to his neck. You look down at him first, watching for a reaction. He nods his head subtly, leaning back on the headboard and closing his eyes, letting you take control as his hands rests on your hips, applying a little pressure to help you bounce on him.

“So fucking pliant for me,” you gasp, your fingers inching to the edge of his throat. You don’t squeeze as much as you use his pressure points as a place to put your weight. His eyes are fluttering behind closed lids, breathing coming out in soft gasps between swollen and bitten lips. “Such a good fucking boyfriend, so fucking sweet.”

Jungkook hums under your praise. You fuck yourself onto him earnestly, hearing skin against skin, feeling the sweat of sliding bodies, the thick tension in the air. Your stomach coils and your head falls back as you gasp, feeling your orgasm wind and wind and wind until it snaps.

You gasp through it, slowing your hips slightly and shaking as you cum hard around him. Jungkook digs his fingers into your hips, bruising and scratching your flesh. He’s trying not to cum, you can feel him panting beneath you.

You duck your lips to his ear, nipping lightly as you whisper, “Cum baby.” You give his neck a tiny squeeze. “Cum for me.”

Jungkook does. He goes rigid beneath you, head digging into the headboard as you let go of his throat. He seizes harder as the blood rushes through him. You kiss his brow, his hairline, his nose, his temple as he cums, quivering beneath you.

Gently, you still your movements on top of him. It is sticky between you, chest on chest, his arms wrapped around your hips. You’re both panting, hot breath fanning the other. You run your hands through his hair repeatedly, kissing him all over his face as he catches his breath.

Slowly, you lean over toward the nightstand, his softening cock falling out of you. You hate the loss of him, wincing slightly as you feel a mix of cum running down your thighs. You leave it alone, grabbing a glass of water and bringing it back to him.

Jungkook opens his eyes, looking up at you like you hold the stars in the night sky for him. You smile gently as he accepts the water, taking large, solid gulps.

He leans up when he finishes the glass to press a firm, sweet kiss on your lips. Your hands tangle in the sweaty hair at the nape of his neck.

“Thanks for not being a sore loser,” you murmur against his lips, smiling.

He gives your hips a squeeze. “Oh that’s because I want a rematch.”

“Seriously?”

Jungkook grins. “So, when can we play?

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