#this woman is still a knockout lol

[rexscanonwife]

Mama Scout loves her babies! 🥺🫶💖

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[incominghazelgoose]

drawing her to cope with the fact that i accidentally killed her on my first run.

[dadsbongos]

the higher up a fic is, the newer and more accurate it is to my current writing style (re: older = more cringe)

fics with obvious references to sex are not marked +18 because it feels redundant, but they are still meant for +18 audience. fics/blurbs that don't specify smut in the title are marked +18 for clarity's sake

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-movie marathon event - canceled lol various jjk characters following the themes of movies :) yay!

-sockpuppet (3 parts, 2/3 complete) before meeting his wife, toji had a firstborn; and if you thought he was a messy parent with megumi you’re gonna hate being that first kid with all the responsibility.

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kirara hoshi

-kirara gets jealous easy, and needs soothing (+18!) anon request: kinda continuation of nymphoid post

-a nymphoid and the enabler (+18!) you and your gf kirara are public menaces

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satoru gojo

-gojo knows a trick (+18!) gojo is so sure of himself, he thinks he could make a lesbian straight. you decide to take the bet.

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yuuji itadori

-yuuji w/flat gf general blurb anon requested! fluffy blurb

-my type (+18!) Yuuji Itadori is a total knockout boyfriend - the only hitch? You’re nothing like his usual type of woman, and it’s making you unsure.

-yuuji w/ a gyaru honey general headcanons :p

-then, and again, and once more (pt. 1) (+18!) Yuuji tries to impress you and win your heart, with the help of Sukuna… who seems weirdly knowledgeable about and interested in you. (18+)

-ANOTHER ONE (pt. 2) (+18!) sukuna takes over yuuji's body to bang ya. porn without plot

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megumi fushiguro

-sun and moon Like sunshine and moonlight, Megumi and you. That’s his dream.

airhead reader

-airhead but with shoko, suguru, and satoru in high school :) 1 - general headcanons + drabbles 2 - 5K + words of crack

-you being the first-year airhead for 1705 words [OG airhead] airhead reader in the older writing style tag: airhead reader

-airhead reader in the new slay writing style tag: airhead regen

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mahito

-possession Grief is ugly, you knew that. The hole where your husband used to be just keeps growing until you can’t take it anymore.

[teenidlegirl]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀౨౿  ׅ ۟   ֪ 𝓘 𝓗eard 𝓨ou’re 𝓜arried ۪ ׂ   𓈒 ୭

꒰⠀⠀⟡⠀.⠀miguel o’hara⠀𝓍⠀spiderwoman!reader⠀.⠀⟡⠀⠀꒱

‧ ִ ۫⠀♱ 𝓢𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. tonight is the annual party for celebrating everyone’s achievements. miguel has no other choice but attend since he’s the boss. during the party, he learns unfortunate news about the woman he likes and leaves him absolutely devastated.

‧ ִ ۫⠀♱ 𝓒𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. angst, some fluff, swearing, mentions of marriage, heartbreak, miguel bummed out lol

he didn’t believe in love. after the trauma and suffering he endured, he lost all faith and vowed to never love again. all of that was throw out of the window the minute you were recruited. you, a simple spiderwoman with no intentions other than preform your duties as a hero, managed to capture his attention. miguel, still to this day, is unsure how he fell for you. how you hypnotized him by your presence without even trying or intentional.

you are a skilled spiderwoman, one of the very best. knows how to get the job done without questions. incredible combat skills and work ethic. he deeply admires that about you. not only you’re a remarkable spider, you are a damn knockout. the first time he saw you without your mask, the man was over the moon. you are the most beautiful lady he has ever seen with his crimson eyes. you are like the precious pearl that’s hidden in a clamshell that no one should dare touch. the one true diamond found in a cave. the star that shines the brightly in the night sky.

besides your beauty, your personality is what really captured his heart. you radiate positivity, kindness and generosity. you deeply care for love ones. how passionate you are with things you like. how friendly you are whenever you talk with other spider people. the sense of humor you own, miguel definitely likes that part about you the most.

whenever you two encounter each other, it brightens up his day. miguel would grow nervous and flustered just by standing near you. hints of red staining his cheeks and ears. he is talking with a gorgeous being, of course he’s a nervous wreck. the grumpiness man to ever exist, turns into a shy schoolboy when talking to his crush. oh believe it when lyla teases him about, miguel never hears the end of it.

like mentioned before, he’s still unsure on how he fell for you. but maybe, just maybe, miguel has found a purpose other than being a leader of a large group of heroes and regurgitating the multiverse.

⠀⠀⠀⠀𓂃 ୨ ₊ 𓂃 ౨ৎ   𓂃 ₊ ୧   𓂃

tonight is the annual party event for celebrating everyone’s achievements at HQ. of course all of the society is attending. the dress code is formal, gowns and suits. foods and drinks will be provided. only appropriate drinks since majority of spider people are young. a dj will be included, providing music to lighten up the atmosphere and make it fun.

although he despises social gatherings, miguel has to attend since he is the boss. he has to congratulate everyone for their efforts and achievements. it’s expected of him to arrive. but in secret, he’s actually thrilled to attend because you’ll be there. you are his main reason to go. if you’re there, he’ll be there too.

after prepping up, miguel arrives at the party. he wears an all black attire. a black button up dress shirt with matching slacks and a pair of black oxfords. his hair is gelled, an attempt to make his appearance look nicer than usual.

the entire area is packed with spider people dressed in formal attire. a sea of people covers the dance floor. the dj plays “i heard you’re married” by the weeknd. very big 80s vibes and catchy.

miguel glances around, searching for you. his assumption is that you’re already here and most likely mingling with others. his search for you is interrupted by the sudden arrival of peter b and jess.

“hey miguel!” peter pats his colleague’s shoulder, a bright dorky smile on his face.

the brooding man snaps out of trace and shoots a light glare at peter. he wears a classic tux. of course mayday accompanies him, settled in the baby carrier. she wears a blue dress, the top is sparkly and the skirt portion is a tutu. she looks adorable like always.

“nice to see you dressed fancy.” jess comments with a tiny smirk before taking a sip of water. she wears a dark purple dress with a sweetheart neckline, her baby bump sticks out adorably.

miguel rolls his eyes in annoyance at the comment. “no other choice.” he said flatly, his crimson eyes still searching for you around the place.

peter and jess roll their eyes in unison. classic miguel behavior. while those two engage in a conversation, which is completely blocked out by miguel, it sounds like the parents from the peanuts movies. his sole purpose is finding you. he really hopes you’re here.

“[y/n]!” peter calls out, waving.

miguel immediately snaps out once again at the sound of your name being called. he sees peter waving, his eyes looking past the tall brooding man. turning around, his mouth drops and eyes widen in complete astonishment at the sight of you.

you approach the group with a smile gracing your lips. you are wearing a champagne dress with matching accessories, a necklace and bracelet on your right wrist. also matching heels. your hair is curled, beautifully done. you carry a little purse.

dear lord, miguel believes an angel is approaching him. you look absolutely beautiful in that dress, the color looks heavenly on you. definitely one of your best colors. it hugs and outlines your curves so perfectly. he is completely mesmerized by you. his eyes travel all over your appearance. miguel swears he almost felt his knees buckled.

“hey guys!” you said cheerfully, offering a smile at your colleagues. you stand beside miguel, completely oblivious to his dorky reaction.

miguel just stands there completely entranced by you, not able to utter a word due to the angel in his presence. he is concentrated on you, your gorgeous features and the dress that compliments you well.

“girl, you look stunning!” jessica compliments with a smile, gesturing at your outfit.

“aw thanks, jess! you look stunning too, especially with that cute baby bump.” you smile.

the pregnant spider-woman places a hand on her swollen belly, gently rubbing it. “thanks, [y/n]. this little one allowed me to wear this dress.”

you and peter laugh at her silly joke. miguel remains standing in silence, still admiring you.

jessica noticed a shiny bling on your ring finger. her eyes widen in surprise. “[y/n], sweetie. when the hell did you get this gorgeous diamond?” she gently takes your left hand and raise it up, presenting the big ass rock on your ring finger.

miguel’s eyes shoot at the huge diamond on your ring finger. they widen in shock. no—it can’t be. you’re not—you can’t be, right? is he imagining?

you let a soft chuckle, nodding. “yes! this woman is happily married.” you wiggle your fingers, showing off the gorgeous diamond ring.

you’re married? oh fuck—his heart shatters at the shocking revelation. it feels like his world is collapsing, everything tumbling down like a paper plane. suddenly, it feels like he can’t breathe. his chest tightens, body tenses. miguel can’t believe it. the woman he likes, admires wholeheartedly is married—to someone else. fuck his heart aches.

“oh wow! who’s the lucky guy?” peter asks.

a smirk forms on your lips. “oh just a handsome man that i love wholeheartedly.” you teased.

fuck—his heart cracks more at that confession. miguel is absolutely devastated; heartbroken. it feels like he lost something that isn’t even his in the first place. why does it feel like that? you only encounter a few times, simply sharing a few laughs here and there. why does miguel feel like it was more? did he get too attached? it’s unclear but damn does it hurt. it feels like he bitten the poison apple by the evil queen. he lost his faith in love once again.

“girl, how come you didn’t say anything?” jess asks, placing a hand on her hip in a sassy manner.

yeah, how come? miguel desperately wants to know.

you huff out a laugh, shaking your head. “i wanted to surprise you guys.” a playful smile on your lips.

peter and jess laugh while miguel frowns. that answer didn’t satisfy him, not the slightest. he demands answers. he won’t ask you, miguel doesn’t plague your mind with questions. after the party, he’s going to spend some time alone in his office.

⠀⠀⠀⠀𓂃 ୨ ₊ 𓂃 ౨ৎ   𓂃 ₊ ୧   𓂃

just like as planned, miguel is in his office. with restricted access to forbidden anymore from entering, established by lyla, he has your files pulled up on the multiple orange screens in front of him. hunched over his desk, shoulders tensed and brows furrowed as he looks over the information.

there is no indication of your marriage. that pisses off miguel even more. why didn’t you tell him? or tell anyone? that seemed suspicious of you and he didn’t like that. it encourages him to dig deeper.

as he continues digging through your files, checking your background, he finally stumbles upon a picture of you and a man together. that man looks too familiar. his eyes widen in pure shock. it can’t be. there is no fucking way. miguel zooms in on the picture to get a better look. his heart stops.

miguel can’t believe what he’s looking at. in fact, he refuses to believe who you’re married to. it all makes sense as to why you didn’t tell anymore, especially to him. this is a complete mindfuck.

your husband is another version of him.

◟ ࣪⠀ׅ ♱⠀𝓝ote. this is inspired by “i heard you’re married” by the weeknd. this fic isn’t solely based on the song since it’s about the girl cheating on her husband. this is about the shocking reveal miguel found out the woman he likes is married.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. ♡ @migueloharastruelove @oharasfilipinawife @chshiresins @feiatjjk

© teenidlegirl. don’t steal, plagiarize, or translate my work. ♡

[fizzigigsimmer]

How do you feel about fem!harringrove? And do you possibly have any headcanons about them? 🧐

I love them. What's not to love. It's everything you love about harringrove and more. Sadly I haven't come across too many longform fem!harringrove fics, though I may no be looking in the right places.

Steve already has such a female coded story arch. I've talked about this before, but he is (quite accidentally on the Duffers part) a subversion of the Queen Bee story trope. Haughty rich bitch, gets humbled, dethroned and either "gets just deserts" or "gets redeemed "learns from their mistakes". Which is why he was PRIMED to slide right into the "Princess & The Bad Boy" trope with Billy. Our bodies were ready. Joe was ready. But alas, the Duffers - they were not ready. But yeah, fem!Steve is super easy to imagine right down to the "everyone thinks I'm just a slutty bimbo, but there's so much more to me" angst fest, set to the backdrop of negligent hopeless parents who think presents are a substitute for actual parenting.

Fem!billy is my favorite to imagine. Not only because she'd be a knockout (seriously, my dream woman) but because of all the ways it would (and wouldn't) change the plot, the character, and our perception of the character. I've talked about this before too, but I earnestly believe that a "Billie Hargrove" would have survived on the show. She'd be allowed to be a victim (which she is), she'd be allowed to be messy, and fans would be allowed to celebrate her. She'd treated to the slytherin effect. Which is to say that she wouldn't be universally loved, but she would be embraced by a large subset of the culture and championed by the narrative as a face for the "othered community". A bad ass with a heart of gold just waiting for the power of friendship and healing cock to thaw her anti-social ice queen persona. Every edge lord and lady could safely find their representation in her, and Netflix would happily invent new ways to take their money for the privilege, season after season.

If she and Steve were both girls, they'd end up reluctant frenemies, and then best friends by the season finale with a heaping dose of queerbait in between. Because gal pals! lol and if Steve was still a boy Billie would 1000% be trapped in a love triangle (a la Archie, Veronica & Betty) with Steve and Nancy. The good girl would probably win, but I can also the Duffers patting themselves on the back and thinking they really did something by trading in their bland boring endgame couple for the obviously more exciting one.

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

Gelu gelu gelu

Imagine this:

Cody and Pris finally put things together and want to present them to their parents

But that means Cody has to met his grandfather (Shock), an evil buisness woman and an evil warlord (I think Meg had something on Pris childhood)

On the other hand Pris has to met her brother (Heatwave, of course), Cody's bio dad (who is maybe also an ancient prime), her other brother (Pred is creation of Shockwave :v) and her brother's gardener wife (which if I put my spice on your soup is worst because Boulder is married with both :v)

None of them will go out of those dinners alive

And the wedding's reception will be wild SHKSKAKAANKAKAAJAAJAJJAAJAJ

I just hope they don't do two weddings because that would be so much easier but so much 💲💲💲

sdjhfsjdfslkgjaklhg oh god, well they will have to meet each family separately ddijdflksljdf

¨All right guys, don't scare the kid, we just gotta ask him how much he likes Priscilla and what political party he follows¨

Madeline is out on a business trip, and Arachnid is on her thing... so is up to Megatron, Dreadwing, Shockwave, Soundwave, Breakdown, Knockout, and Starscream, to see if Cody is a right choice for their princess. Also, this happens when Cody is going through his ¨puberty¨ thingy.

¨Listen! I don't trust your mom, so give me a good reason to why we should trust you¨

Dani and Kade said ¨good look little bro¨ and fled the scene. You can't trust Blades to handle the conversation and Chase would ask just unnecessary stuff. So is up to Graham (Alchemist), Heatwave, Predaking, Boulder, Charlie, and Optimus XD

Also, OP and Chief are married lol

For when the watermelon wedding happens, some will have to die, not all will get to see these two married. But for good reasons lol.

And Cody still has to meet Nemesis but it will be an adventure to do so...

[whateverisbeautiful]

🀄️reflecting on richonne

5 words in Season 5 help make it crystal clear that Rick viewed Michonne as a wife by that point. In this dissertation I will…lol but for real. 

All of Season 5 is a really interesting exploration of Rick’s psyche. But especially the back half in ASZ as he struggled to bridge the gap between who he was and who he’d become. Since he couldn’t quite merge the two at first, he regressed, reverting to old ways and an old type of woman that wasn’t right for him. But even with that unnecessary owl lady storyline, Rick was still operating like Michonne was his love (even beyond the adorable elevator looks he still always gave her) and he eagerly wanted to provide for her.��

Most telling is in ASZ in 5.12 when Rick tells Daryl how he and Lori used to drive through neighborhoods like this “thinking ‘one day’…” and Daryl says “Well here we are.” Then Carl later says how this is the kind of place Lori wanted for them. This is also the place Michonne really wanted for Carl and Judith and their family as well.  

Rick isn’t just trying to make up for not being able to save Lori with Jessie. This whole time, he’s also trying to give Michonne what he couldn’t give his past wife. 

Of course Rick wants a safe place for everyone, but several of his actions show that he’s trying to make this place work for Michonne specifically. There’s verbal confirmation imo, and it occurs during R&M’s s5 finale chat when Rick wakes up after she knocked him out. (And I absolutely love so much about this post-knockout scene. I could go on and on about it but I’ll try and stay focused lol)

When Rick tells Michonne he couldn’t tell her about the gun, she says “Nah you couldn’t,” cuz she knows he knows he could tell her anything. And then Rick states those telling 5 words.

“Well you wanted this place.” 

That right there made it clear that Rick had placed Michonne in the wife category. His wife, Michonne, wants to live in a neighborhood like this. So he’s not waiting for “one day” anymore, he was going to do everything he could to get it for her right here and now, just not in the healthiest ways since he wasn’t well at the time. Just the way he says it too, it’s not as defensive as it could sound on paper. It sounds like a husband trying to say he’s been making these decisions in order to secure the home his wife believes in and because he values what she wants. 

Michonne soundly reminds him they had to stop being out there and very similar to Daryl in that previous scene, Rick says “Well we’re here.”  I’d say there’s definitely meant to be a parallel between that 5.12 scene and this one in 5.16, drawing the connection of Rick’s former and current wife. 

But one of many things I love about Rick and Michonne’s relationship is how Rick got to really learn that his love with Michonne is different in the best ways. That what he has with Michonne is a soul mate thing and healthier than what he’s had in the past. In his previous marriage, Rick seemed to feel like he had to be useful and be everything she wanted or else his level of care and love would be questioned. But Michonne understands him so entirely and so she doesn’t want this place more than she wants him and for him to be okay. 

All throughout season 5, Michonne was determined to find a home for her and her family and Rick was determined to give a home to her, both with Washington and ASZ. But what I love is at the end of the season, Rick got to see how he doesn’t have to not communicate and drive himself crazy trying to give her this place because as Michonne makes clear in the iconic “I’m Still With You” scene, home isn’t a place to her anymore. It’s a person. Home is him. 

And Michonne wasn’t just family to Rick at this point. In ways he didn’t even outright realize, she was his wife. She’s his home too. I adore the way Rick and Michonne were married before they knew it. And then when they did know it, their love story only got better and better.

These season 5 moments just further show that Rick and Michonne were always the one for each other. Always. 

[yuripoll]

KNOCKOUTS: Gunjou (2007 - 12)

Gunjou (aka, Gunjo, or Ultramarine) is a 3 volume seinen series by Nakamura Ching about a woman conspiring with the lesbian in love with her to murder her abusive husband.

"I want you to kill him..." Her husband abuses her on a daily basis. Unable to stand it any longer, she asks her lesbian friend to kill her husband for her. And unable to say no to the woman she loves, the lesbian kills him... Only 22 years old when the series began, Ching Nakamura offers up a work carved from flesh, blood, and bone. - MAL

ENG available on the author's site & JP available on Book Walker.

CWs under the cut. General severity rating: major.

In particular, if you are sensitive to any kind of abuse or are just generally in a bad place, I suggest taking caution with this one. Very bleak outlook & a very uncomfortable read. I enjoyed it a lot, but I did feel like I had a hole in my chest for the rest of the day after the first time lol. Very dense with potentially triggering content.

sex & nudity <- explicit but not erotic

violence & gore <- blood & stabbing from the murder. not super gory, but there's a lot of visible injury ie deep cuts & heavy bruising. i was listing individual instances here but it got too much; other violent imagery includes (but is not limited to) blunt force trauma, slapping/punching, choking, being hit with a glass bottle.

rape <- references to rape here and there, but most significantly there's a scene where the lesbian deuteragonist is pressured into having sex with a man in ch6. the same character also had transactional sex with a man to get an opportunity to kill him. while this is the worst example, afaik the vast majority of sexual encounters shown or referenced have some kind of transactional, dubiously consensual edge to them.

homophobia (& lesbophobia specifically) <- protag refers to deuterag a "stupid lesbian" on like. the second page of the first chapter. and it doesn't really improve from there. deuterag was also rejetcted by her parents for her sexuality.

victim blaming <- deuterag calls protag stupid for marrying an abuser.

toxic relationships & manipulation <- main duo. they aren't even in the realm of healthy. see the above two points. things get violent between them at points but not to the same degree as with protags past abusers.

physical abuse (inflicted by a father and by a husband) <- major aspect of the protag's past. semi-frequent scenes showing this abuse. deuterag attacks protag in ch4 and immediately hates herself for it.

csa mention(?) <- i remember it being brought up once towards the end on my first read but i missed it on my second, so either i made it up or its literally just one little mention.

vomiting <- ch4, not shown on screen but there are sound effects. same in ch5. you DO see it in ch23 though, not super detailed.

suicide <- attempted suicides shown in ch2 (by jumping from a pier), ch6 (by asphyxiation), ch9 (getting onto train tracks). suicidal ideation regularly brought up by the main characters as a way of escaping their situation. both characters regularly express wanting to die. one character death is dishonestly framed as a suicide.

child death <- ch2, side character accidentally left her baby to drown in the bathtub. you see it happen in ch5.5

miscarriage <- protag mentions that she has had multiple miscarriages, one being caused by being kicked in the stomach. ch25 has a character (unknowingly) really rub salt in the wound.

animal injury <- ch1, a cat gets hit by a car (its taken to a vet and lives). we see the animal + blood but nothing detailed.

grooming(?) <- deuterag's older lesbian friend hit on her while she's still in high school, and they later entered a relationship. this never actually plays into the relationship that we see, but it happens.

mentions of teen prostitution <- ch3, suggested a couple of times that the protag (at 17) sell herself to escape poverty.

heteronormativity <- multiple lesbian characters consider trying to just adapt to men or try and settle down to avoid societal rejection.

character death <- side character, accidental drowning

[mermaidsirennikita]

Can you please recommend books with the hero being hired to take care of the heroine?

Yes dude!

I've already recommended this twice today lol but I love this book so much--Joss and The Countess by S.M. LaViolette. She specifically hires him to protect her while she goes out and tries to get good sex after her husband dies. Little does she know, Joss is.... good at giving it to a woman rough.....

Dearest Rogue by Elizabeth Hoyt is a great bodyguard romance. Georgian, the heroine is blind and her brother hires the hero (a retired captain with a chronic limp that forced him to retire) to protect her. Then a guy tries to kidnap her and they go on a roadtrip romance together. This has one of my favorite "impetuous dry humping which he then feels EXTREMELY guilty about" scenes.

Knockout by Sarah MacLean has a wild heroine who loves blowing shit up. The hero, an inspector guy, has had several run ins with her and is SUPER hard up for her, and then her family basically gets him to guard her. Or sort of guard her, because she cannot be tamed.

The Temptation of a Highlander by Elisa Braden. I don't know that he's paid to protect her, but he is a big Scottish guy who ends up being her bodyguard. In this case, the heroine does have a creepy stalker, so TW for animal death (I'm not sure if there are other things aside from stalking obviously).

Non-historical:

The Professional by Kresley Cole. Erotic romance, super hot. The heroine was adopted and her birth father turns out to be a Russian mafia kingpin. He sends the hero, one of his right hand men, to protect and transport her to him. It is off to a rocky start when he gets her off in a corn field and then they 69 on the plane.

Salt Kiss by Sierra Simone. This one is also an erotic romance, and it's MMF. The POV hero is first hired to be this kink club owner's bodyguard... And ends up getting topped his boss.... And then the kink club guy is all "lmao I'm actually getting married can you go pick up my fiancee thanks babe" and the POV hero is like "OH MY GOD HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME I WAS A WHOLE VIRGIN WHEN I MET YOU" before subsequently also falling in love with his boss's future wife on the yacht ride over and topping her. The quiet moment when they're chilling in bed together and she's like "I still feel his [her fiance's] fingers inside me." *pause* "he also fucked you tho right?" It's GREAT.

[youngerfrankenstein]

So uh, how about a short but still overlong rant about Prime Starscream?

Okay so this is probably just me thinking too much about this but there's something off to me about how he's… femenized? For lack of a better term? Like his design is noticably slimmer and more 'feminine' looking, and there's a joke about him wearing stilettos.

And I think part of the reason this bothers me is due to how this is done to a character know for duplicity, manipulation and cowardice and those… tend to be aspects used for female villains in misogynistic works. Like in general it's a big misogynistic talking point that women are all manipulators who just want your shit.

And while I do find it funny how, mostly in later seasons, his dynamic with Megatron is largely framed as "shitty dad and his disappointment son" it also kind of bothers me how it often gets played as "lol Megs raised a sissy". To the point where it sometimes just feels like the classic trope of a sissy villain getting easily defeated by our butcher protagonists while the villain we're supposed to take seriously is the giant hulking monster. Which in G1 and Animated didn't feel like that. He was a blowhard and a loser (affectionate) but not a 'sissy'.

The show also clearly doesn't have an issue with this. Like for as much as I love Knockout to pieces we can all agree a part of him is shitty stereotype right?

It feels really weird and dumb to say that I feel like a character who is neither a woman nor gay seems to fall into misogynistic/homophobic shit but… I dunno. Wanted to get that off my chest. I do still love this little shit.

(Also while I'm trying to avoid the fandom for the most part, I wonder if this plays into what seems like a part of the fanbase making him into waaaaay more of a victim than he is? Like a weird case of benevolent chauvinism? Eh, almost certainly looking too hard there.)

[bitch-butter]

top 5 actors or actresses who should have been famous by now

1. Evan Rachel Wood

she's my number one of all time because I think she is so supremely talented, and I mourn the loss of projects that we'll never get because of the way that she's been mistreated and undervalued and abused and all of it. Thirteen is a movie that truly did change my life, and I thought she was going to be The Star of the generation, and I continue to root for her and everything she does. if you haven't watched the Mildred Pierce miniseries on HBO I cannot rec that enough esp if you love 30's and 40s period pieces (which if you love HBOWar I must assume you do lol), Evan is in it for the last half and she's Haunting. 

2. Ron Livingston

I just think my man is So good and it really bothers me that he kind of dropped off.the movies he's been in for the last decade have been mid to Wild and his TV work has been okay but I really feel like his Great Project has yet to happen (don't talk to me about Office Space). my two big requests for him would be First to get his ass to And Just Like That before they cancel it, and Two to do like a Blue Valentine-esque dirge through a marital drama with his wife because I'm always down for a couple acting together. 

3. Jack Lowden

saoirse's boyfriend should be Way more known than he is because everything I've seen him in he's knocking it out of the park. Dunkirk smash hit, Benediction knockout, England is Mine I actually really liked even though M*rriss*y is Not the one, like idgi he should be a star. I guess he's still younger so there's still time, but damn do I enjoy him. 

4. Gina Gershon

is it because of Showgirls? Because if so that's disrespectful. if you haven't watched Bound please Do So rn and share in my amazement that both her and Jennifer Tilly weren't megastars after that came out. Homophobia ruins the party every time. 

5. Dominique Swain

listen i'm really sorry that i was a teenager watching that 90s travesty of a Lolita and got way too attached to the career of this young woman, but I think she's great and if she ever wants to work in a major way again I am 100% down for her. 

[dreamsandflowers]

One time Sabin literally joined the Mean Girls club of TNA

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

this kingdom v, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook is thinking about giving his noona a break. She's been grinding League of Legends games for weeks. A change of pace was good, right? (Jungkook definitely wasn't pressured by Kim Taehyung to serve a little romance for once in his life instead of constant horny). They go camping by the sea. They still fuck. Jungkook is predictable. He wouldn't say he was though. Not out loud. Maybe under duress.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; Jungkook is low-key high-key? a brat; some technical LoL talk; fluff, tbh; intense smut (fem reader, spit kink, pet name (for JK), gagged + cuffed JK, edging, pain kink, handjob, begging, m-receiving oral / face-fucking, mentions of ball-squeezing, semi-public groping, indecent exposure(?), multiple orgasms, doggy, scratching, spanking, fingering); non-idol!BTS; long black-haired, tsundere softsub!Jungkook x self-assured, cocky, power-bottom/softdom noona!reader; switches between Jungkook’s and your POV; ft Kim Seokjin yelling at you to touch grass

yup, JK is still obsessed with her booty. happy JK day!

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part i | part ii | part iii | part iv

-

“Little bunny, I know you want to scream, but the neighbors said we’re too loud, so I’ll have to silence you for now.”

Crack!

Yeah, okay, like that wasn’t loud.

“I know you like that.”

Jeon Jungkook really wanted to tell himself that he didn’t. He was a simple guy. Food, games, girls, in that order… obviously. His friends liked to tell him he was a total simp for his woman, but Jungkook begged to differ. He was a sensible man. He wasn’t going to get all starry-eyed over some pretty girl. That was all cosmetic shit anyway. It was the stats that mattered.

She stuck her tongue out and spit slid off the pink tip, splattering onto his crotch, onto her hand around his rock-hard dick.

Okay.

He could explain.

Jungkook bit down hard and tried not to let his eyes roll back into his head as she started jacking him off again.

She cocked her head at him, stroking her thigh with his belt, tracing the red mark at the inner part as she pushed him to the brink, again, with her spit and her hand. She wasn’t just a pretty face. No, his noona was drop-dead gorgeous. That dangerous smile, that messy hair that was usually in a defined ponytail, that sexy body that was a knockout in clothes, but even better naked. Perky tits and lovely waist that fit just right in his hands and flared out into that perfectly shaped ass that was now planted on his tense leg as he slammed his handcuffed hands into the headboard and chomped down on the ball gag, electricity all over his nerves as she adjusted her grip, now slightly higher, slick, sensitive, tight, please don’t, please don’t, he kept telling his head and his head whispered back, please do, just one more time, just–

She stopped and dropped down, wrapping her lips around the wet head and soaking it with saliva, cutting off his orgasm with softness and making him scream into the plastic.

He tried to jerk his hips up but her knee came down and pinned him, still leisurely sucking on his dick like he wasn’t thrashing on her bed and making the whole bedframe clatter against the wall. Staring at him to make him self-conscious, so he glared back, his long black hair a mess over his eyes, feeling the stinging strain all over his body and he hated it.

He didn’t like it one bit.

She stared into his eyes.

Okay, okay, okay, it was a fucking lie, it was all a fucking lie, he loved every agonizing second, fuck, so fucking stupid that he loved it so fucking much, stop looking at me like that, shit, getting harder, seeing peeks of her little pink tongue slipping out from her full lips, caressing his shaft with the utmost care, saliva dripping down and pooling onto his crotch, I’m gonna go insane, her hands sliding down, smearing it everywhere, two fingers slipping around his balls and stroking the space just under him and Jungkook was done for.

His eyes rolled back into his head, feelings her nails drag over his skin.

She popped her mouth off him and kissed up his tense abs, his shaking chest, past his racing heartbeat, and he couldn’t look, couldn’t bear her smirk of triumph as she planted a wet, sloppy kiss on the plastic ball gag that he was drooling around.

Fuck me.

His brain, annoyingly, reminded him.

She is.

Jungkook growled and snapped his head back to that wolfish, smug grin that was hovering above him.

“Why are your hands up here?” she purred, her fingers sliding up his arms, massaging his flexed forearms, fingers stroking his clenched fists above his head. She tapping her fingertips against his white knuckles.

She licked his face.

Hot, slick, possessive.

“Don’t you wanna fuck my pretty face?”

He was breathing very hard.

Don’t give in, don’t give in, don’t give in.

But this was her kingdom.

Her head moved to the side, tucking into the crook of his shoulder, Jungkook groaned, seeing her raised ass in the air. Round, perky, so delicious he wanted to sink his teeth into it. She placed her weight into his chest and he felt her hard nipples against his skin as she threw his belt over her back, using both hands to readjust the placement.

She let the leather cut into that curve, bouncing lightly to let him see it sink into her flesh.

Loosened her grip a little and snapped it down onto her ass, moaning lightly into his ear.

Probably didn’t even hurt that much but Jungkook was too horny to give a single fuck. Pride? What pride? Fuck pride, his arms came down and desperate, gurgled whimpers were emitting from his throat, pushing down on her shoulders with his forearms, and she laughed, he didn’t even care. Begging? Sure, why the fuck not, call it begging, he didn’t care anymore, shoving her down his torso, handcuffed hands awkward and jerky, but she moved like liquid, sliding down his body, placing her hands on the bed.

Lifted her head.

Hovered above his embarrassingly hard dick and grinned, letting her tongue hang out.

Jungkook grabbed the top of her head and pushed her hair away from her face, ticking his chin down.

Fucking start!

She looked down and licked the dark red tip lightly.

He should have pulled on her hair, but he forgot. Jungkook just found himself whining, holding her hair back, shifting his hips impatiently.

“Don’t hold back, little bunny.”

Her tongue curled around the head of his cock and collected it into her lips in one swift motion.

Damn, those flawless mechanics.

Jungkook pushed her head down and she swallowed his length. Hot, wet, tight. He wanted to say he controlled the pace. He really did. He pushed down, but there was a split second of hesitation on pulling up – he was still holding onto her hair – but she got the hint, pushing back against him as if to defy him, so he pushed down again, she pulled back, a tug of war all of a sudden, her lips so soft, her throat so tight, her tongue all over him, all around the head when she ascended and underneath the head when she descended, him shoving her down, her jerking back up. The increased speed and roughness she used in resisting his hands, he returned in the force of his palms, and now they had created a furious, intense rhythm, his eyes squeezing shut, warm wet sleeve around his throbbing cock, so good, I hate it, I hate that you’re so fucking good, hate it so fucking much that I love you, fuck, but the words were muffled and trapped in his throat, his teeth sinking into the ball gag, thrusting his hips up and hitting the back of her throat, the muscles back there tightening, immobile, didn’t even gag.

He was scared he was going to fuck it up with his frenzied desperation, and he opened his eyes, seeing her shoulders lock, her hands bracing herself, and she glanced at him.

Unafraid.

Unbothered.

Hell, maybe borderline bored.

His cock jerked and Jungkook gasped behind the gag, snapping his head back into the pillows and forcing his hips up, sliding into the deepest, tightest part of her throat, and his orgasm shot out, his tense body violently flinching with each throb. Seeing white and moaning messily, wretched, wrecked, losing grip, ricocheting pleasure piercing through him, feeling her head retreat slightly, swallowing noisily around his cock, the vibration strumming through his veins, compounding the already overwhelming sensations.

Holy shit.

Her tongue, so soft, pressing to the base of the head, teasing the thin skin there.

His body collapsed into the mattress and her mouth followed, sinking down and licking all around.

Fine.

His woman was always number one in his head and he was a total simp.

Not that Jungkook was going to say that out loud.

Willingly.

-

“How’s your wrists?”

“Fine.”

“Ah. Cool.”

You turned away and rubbed your throat, swallowing lightly. The soreness was mostly in your jaw. You locked it for too long. Should have relaxed it in the tiny increments of ascending. You isolated the muscles and flexed it as you put the handcuffs in the nightstand. You picked up the ball gag beside you and chuckled, seeing the teeth marks. This was going to be expensive, trying to keep Jungkook silent.

You tossed it in the trash, shrugging.

“Are you okay?”

You stood up, plucking Jungkook’s white t-shirt off your gaming chair. “Hm?”

“I asked if you were okay,” your boyfriend snapped from behind you as you slid his shirt on, covering your naked body. He cleared his throat as you popped your head out, turning your head to look at him while you pulled your hair out of the neck hole.

“I… I didn’t want to be too rough on you.”

He was chewing on his lip, voice softened.

You smirked.

“You’re never rough on me, little bunny.”

You sat down and swiveled around, tapping your keyboard to wake your computer up. Jungkook was sitting on your bed, wearing only his black boxer briefs, loosely holding his phone. There were small marks by the sides of his lip, including a dent from his lip ring. You had massaged the sides of his mouth after removing the gag. Jungkook had tried to push you away, but you slapped his hand away and checked his piercing, ignoring his protests.

You let him wipe the drool off his own mouth, though. He wasn’t a kid.

“Shouldn’t you go to sleep?”

“I gotta play one more game,” you replied, logging into League of Legends. “Ten points from completing this mission. Probably just an ARAM. A Summoner’s Rift game will take too long.”

You heard rustling and seconds later Jungkook was behind you.

“Noona.”

Your mouse hovered over the ‘Find Match’ button but you didn’t click it.

Instead, you sensed a shift in Jungkook’s tone and faced him, seeing him standing behind you.

“What up?”

His eyes shifted from the screen, to you, and for a split second you braced yourself, feeling as if the unpleasant conversation was coming. The you-game-too-much conversation. It always came, especially with the older guys you had fucked. When are you going to grow up? It’s nice to have hobbies, but you should focus on your career and starting a family instead of video games. Blah, blah, blah. They yapped like annoying dogs and you’d tell them to fuck off and then ghost them. It was a pain in ass dating someone who didn’t understand something as simple as your love for games, and you had no problem cutting out those kinds of people.

Except.

Except this was Jungkook and, in this moment, you realized how much it would really hurt if he asked you to stop gaming.

Fuck, I love this guy.

Jungkook ran his hand though his long black hair and shifted his eyes, darting his gaze to your face, to the wall, to your neck, to your computer, to your face, and so on.

Huh?

“Do you have tea?” he mumbled.

You blinked at him. “What?”

“Tea.” Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Not every drink in this place is an energy drink or soda, right?”

You frowned. “Uh… I think my mom got me a box of lemon tea when I was sick, yeah…” You stood up, wandering off to the kitchen, trying to remember which cabinet it was. Opening random ones and reaching to the back. It was in the third one you opened, a little box with tubular packets of instant lemon-flavored black tea that could be made cold or hot. Your mom knew how lazy you were. “You want tea?”

“I want to make you some hot tea, yeah.”

You popped up from the ground, clutching the box of tea. You were behind the peninsula of the kitchen counter and Jungkook was on the other side, peering over to watch you search.

“What?”

He jerked back, eyes getting all shifty again.

An awkward silence.

You stared at him as he shuffled around the counter, pointedly not looking at you as he neared. Snatched the box from your hands and scuttled sideways like a river crab, reaching into one of the lower cabinets for a pot.

“I have an electric kettle.”

Jungkook flinched as you reached around him and brought it out from an upper cabinet, placing it on the counter. You glanced at his face. He turned away.

His ears were red.

“Go start your game,” he barked gruffly.

A weird tingle danced through your chest and you reached up reflexively, touching your cheek.

It was warm.

Am I blushing?!

You yanked your hand away from your face and spoke up. “I… I can just make it myself, you kno–”

Jungkook’s head whipped around so fast that you backed up, hitting the counter as he pushed you into it, crowding you with his larger frame. Dark brown eyes flashing, brows furrowed, lips twisted into a frown, and his cheeks were bright pink.

“I’ll do it,” he gritted out.

You blinked at him.

He cleared his throat, leaning in closer. “I mean, I’ll do it, because if I don’t, you’ll think I can’t. I can make tea better than you can anyway.”

“It’s, uh, just the powder packets…” you pointed out, poking the box in his hand, not looking away from his face.

Jungkook looked down and saw the packaging. “Oh.” His head lifted and there was no more anger. You always knew he had some big peepers, but they were extra noticeable today. Just… stunning. Jungkook was always stunning, no question. Even your parents overlooked the tattoos and piercings because Jungkook had such a handsome face. He was always polite around them too.

You really are the perfect guy, Jungkook.

You opened your mouth to tell him that, but he closed the distance between you and him and placed a light kiss on your lips, his clean scent filling your nose.

“Go win, noona,” he murmured, kissing you again and nudging you with his nose, pushing you away from him, back towards the direction of your computer. “If you play too late, all the degenerates wake up.”

You chuckled, scooting away from him.

Then, before you forgot, you pressed your lips to his ear, whispering softly.

Delicately.

Fondly.

“I love you.”

You slipped past him and went to your computer, clicking the ‘Find Match’ button.

-

“What champion are you playing?”

“Renata.”

Renata Glasc, the Chem-Baroness, the calculated bloodthirsty Zaun enchanter support that could turn opponents against each other with her ultimate, causing them to attack each other once her dark pink cloud of chemicals possessed them for a few seconds. You pioneered her with confidence, dancing the line of too close and just out of reach. Paired with Amumu, the Sad Mummy, whose ultimate stunned everyone within the giant area-of-effect circle, you two could provide great setup for your last three teammates to kill the entire enemy team.

The problem was, your other three teammates weren’t being patient.

“Fucking shit…”

The Amumu was great. They even communicated when they had their ult even though you could see the cooldown by the mummy’s portrait on the right. They were definitely following your lead. Your other three teammates were playing stupid now though. A couple won teamfights and those idiots thought they were invincible, not waiting for your and Amumu’s setup.

“What the fuck, why didn’t your Diana wait?” Jungkook complained as your screen went gray.

You rubbed your forehead. “Didn’t wait for Amumu to engage.”

“He had two seconds until his ult was up! Come on!”

You stifled your laugh, reaching over to the tea Jungkook had set on the side of your desk. His tattooed hand shot out and flicked you away from it, putting your hand back on the mouse.

“You revived.”

“I was going to take a sip of your hard work.”

He gave you the side eye. “It’s too hot right now. Don’t you know the concept of boiled water? Come on, Sett is gonna go in again like a fucking dumbass.”

You cocked an eyebrow as you bought your items and right-clicked your way back to the center of the map. “You wanna play for me?”

“Hell no. I don’t know how to play Renata.”

He was sitting on the edge of your bed, watching your game from behind. Surprisingly, not backseat gaming, only commenting and getting angry for you even though he wasn’t even in the game. Sometimes it really bothered you when someone watched, but this game was going to end soon… hopefully.

“It’s pretty easy,” you said as you played, right clicking and making sure to keep Renata out of arm’s reach from your opponents. “The Q is a hook to yank an enemy around, the W is an attack speed steroid and revival if your teammate’s health hits zero and kills someone before it runs out, the E is a shield that slows when you throw it out. And the R–”

“Is that nasty pink cloud that makes everyone go berserk, I see that,” Jungkook finished for you, his pitch hiking excitedly. “Shit! Nice!”

You had mashed R the second you saw Amumu throw himself into the fray and the enemy team pile on top of him. Killed four of the enemies and were now chasing down the last to ace them.

“This Amumu is actually really good,” you hummed, keeping an eye out as you attacked the tower. Everyone else had ended up dying after killing the enemy Maokai. Damn tree was unkillable. “I don’t know if we can win though. My Draven can’t kill Maokai and he won’t build fuckin’ lifesteal to survive either.”

There was silence as you focused, suddenly pulled into the game. Huh. You weren’t one to give up easily, but it hadn’t been going well and you could see your teammates weren’t really thinking about how to win fights, and yet, slowly but surely, you could see the tides were turning. The cooldowns were getting shorter, Amumu was getting tankier, and you focused on staying alive, because even if your inhibitor was down and your teammates were being dumb, you didn’t die, keeping them alive and winning the latest fight by the slimmest of margins, hooking the enemy Jinx and pulling her towards you, dying from her rocket as your teammates closed in and killed her.

Hm.

You could see the angle now.

You had enough movement speed now to get close and bait the damage dealers into going for you, since they were avoiding the tanky Amumu. Now the fights were different. The enemy team was getting impatient, chasing after you a little too much, not thinking that you would have the gall to turn and fight, using your ult to buy that crucial second of time for your teammates to capitalize.

You could feel it.

The best feeling you could get when you were playing games, that kind of floating elation when you knew you were doing everything right, completely absorbed and moving by instinct, timing your movements to both start the fight and make up for your teammates’ weaknesses. Sometimes you had to accept the ones playing with you weren’t the best, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t win. You just had to predict what the opponents would do, how your teammates would react, and keep them alive for as long as you could, pushing forward bit by bit, grinning as you spied the enemy Jinx stepping a little too close.

A primary damage dealer seeking to kill the low-damage support. What could go wrong for her?

Q, W your Diana as she jumped in, R, E to shield at the last second and–

“Holy shit.”

Aced the enemy team.

“They can’t win now,” you declared.

You almost forgot Jungkook was there. Your mouth responded to him but your head was in the game, mapping out the path for victory. You died one more time, yet everything was falling into place. Finally, your teammates realized to simply follow your lead with Amumu’s engage, and that was all you needed, to control the pace, and you did so flawlessly.

“Shurelya’s was definitely the best choice here, we needed that speed up,” you muttered as the enemy nexus exploded, sitting back as the VICTORY screen popped up. “I’m glad I built that instead of Imperial Mandate,” you went on under your breath, peering at the ending statistics as you reached over to the mug of tea waiting for you, sipping the piping hot liquid.

Oh! Perfect temperature.

“That was crazy,” Jungkook sighed in awe behind you.

You almost splashed the entire mug onto your face in surprise. Oh, shit, that’s right! You swallowed hard, wincing at the amount, sudden pain and heat.

“Ack, uh... yeah…”

“Is it too hot?”

You waved hurriedly as you heard him scramble to his feet, choppily jerking your head as you tried not to cough. Not you choking on tea and not his dick. “Guk, fine… I’m fine…”

You caught his eye and froze.

Jungkook also froze, realizing his expression and stance of concern, torn between showing it and not showing it, but then it was too long of a timeframe and now he was just staring at you and you were staring at him, wheezing silently for a moment. You weakly took another sip of tea. He wiggled backward and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed again.

“You… You’re good, right?” he finally asked.

You nodded slowly. “Y… Yep.”

Silence.

You drank some tea.

Jungkook’s long hair was tied up in ponytail, exposing his awkward face. “Cool. Cool.”

You breathed out. You weren’t usually awkward around Jungkook. It was kind of hard to be, because he was so funny. His behavior was probably infuriating to some, but it mostly made you laugh. Maybe some thought that you were enduring his childish behavior a little too much. You didn’t really see it that way though. Jungkook always had good intentions, and he tried not to show too much of his kind nature by pretending to be harsh. It was just…

Well, when you thought he might ask you to stop gaming, you realized that you might actually consider it if it really did bother him.

And that was made you embarrassed.

That would mean you loved him that much.

Yes, you knew you loved Jungkook, more than any other guy you ever dated, of course. The sex was incredible, he was fun to be around, you liked all his little quirks and his predictably stubborn reactions to your behavior. You would be sad if he gave up on his pretend fighting-for-dominance schtick. But enough to rethink your gaming habits? Whoa. That was a little insane, no? And he was right here. You weren’t exactly alone to process this new revelation. Plus, he made you hot tea because he was worried that he had hurt you. It didn’t matter if you said you were okay; you always said you were okay.

There was no reason to worry him.

You found yourself gazing into his eyes and he was gazing back, silent and entranced.

Maybe.

Maybe he knew that you would always say that you were okay, that you would always stay strong in front of him, that you never wanted him to feel guilty for being himself, especially when you asked for it.

You smiled at him from behind your Poro-printed mug.

Jungkook smiled back, probably instinctively.

Oh, God, we’re so gross.

You hastily took another sip and did not choke this time.

You heard him clearing his throat and scratching his head, reaching over the bed to pick up his phone.

“Hey, noona…”

“Mhm?”

“Have you ever been in a camping caravan?”

You scrunched up your face in thought. “Uh… think my dad took me camping a couple times when I was young. We rented one of those camping trailers, yeah. Went to go fishing and stuff. I never caught anything,” you added with a laugh. “Mostly he toasted a billion marshmallows and I would chow down until I felt sick,” you snickered, remembering those nights in the woods under the starry sky. “Mom never came. She thought it was horrible being away from a comfy bed. Why live like cavemen when we’re civilized human beings? So, it was only Dad and I, until I got a computer and then we kinda stopped…” You trailed off, suddenly feeling rueful as you remembered.

“Let’s go next weekend.”

You sat up, blinking rapidly, shaking yourself out of your thoughts. You could call you dad later. “Huh?”

“The LoL event will be over by then,” Jungkook mumbled as he poked around on his phone. “I’ll rent one and we’ll go.”

You chuckled awkwardly. “Jungkook, you’re not gonna want me out in nature. I barely touch grass as it is, let alone know anything about camping. My dad did everything.”

“S’fine. I know stuff.”

He looked up.

“I’ll do everything. You won’t rest your wrists unless you’re nowhere near your computer.”

You felt your face burn. “What! I–”

“Will just switch to a phone game or a console game when the event is over,” he finished for you with a roll of his eyes, going back to his phone. “I’ll rent it, pick the camping site, and we’ll go next weekend.”

“You’re not even gonna let me exp–”

“No.”

“I won’t–”

“Yes, you will. Let’s go camping, like you and your dad used to do.”

You opened your mouth but nothing came out. You wanted to say, I’m not addicted to gaming, or, you’re not the boss of me, or some equally dumb shit, but then your recalled sitting by the sea with your father, a little cold, your child self snuggling by his arm, and he was asking you, did you have fun? You told him you did. You wanna go home now and watch TV, don’t you? Heh, I guess you put up with your old man long enough, kiddo. You had thought that was weird for him to say. I like hanging out with you. He had laughed. It’s the marshmallows, huh? You had punched his hard bicep with your tiny fist. No, you stupid dummy, I love you, Dad.

And then your father did a weird thing.

He started crying.

You were startled, because nothing sad was happening, as far as you knew.

He had hugged you super tight and you had wriggled around, confused, and now older you remembered this moment that child you thought was weird as fuck. He had stopped pretty quickly and started tickling you, making you forget all about it, but you remembered now, his warm hug and him patiently teaching you how to fish despite how fucking terrible you were at it, lighting sparklers at night, carrying you on his shoulders as he hiked along the path you were supposed to do together, scolding you to stop tugging at his ears but you kept doing so.

You were a rebellious little shit.

You heard Jungkook call your name and you snapped back to present time, seeing your boyfriend raising an eyebrow at you.

“You spaced out.”

You blinked slowly, clearing your blurry vision. “Ah, sorry.” You stood up, taking your now empty mug with you. “Okay. Let’s go next weekend.”

“Let me wash that.”

“Jungkook, I can wash dishes.”

“Not like how I can wash dishes.”

“What, did you spend ten thousand hours doing dishes and now you’re a  master at it or something?”

“Give me the cup.”

“Never met a man so aggressive about clean dishes, sheesh…”

-

Jungkook could not believe he was the one trying to convince his girlfriend that they should eat a damn vegetable.

“I’m fine with getting a fourth pack of pork belly,” he was hearing himself saying and still not quite believing it. “But we should bring some kimchi to sauté in the pork fat.” He never thought he be advocating for cabbage, but here he was, forcefully adding the packets of kimchi into the shopping cart. Shouldn’t this situation be reversed?

She frowned at him, dropping in the packs of instant noodles. “Are you sure that’s good?”

“Of course, it’s good. You think I don’t know what good food is?”

“You’ll eat anything, Jungkook.”

“I just hate wasting food,” he grumbled, seeing a small pot on a lower shelf. Oh shit. He forgot to pack one. That would be bad if she wanted noodles. He quickly picked it up and added it to the cart. “Did you get rice?”

“Ah, I’ll go get it.”

“I can follow you, you know.”

She turned and, right in the middle of the grocery store, flipped up the bottom of her oversized red and black T1 hoodie, exposing her slinky black leggings molded to her perky, plump ass. The most perfect shape he had ever seen, and those juicy, squeezable thighs.

Fuck.

“Oh. I know.”

His dick immediately shot up.

“Noona!” he hissed, but she was already walking off, causing him to hurry along awkwardly with his now very inconvenient tent in his pants while they were in this very convenient grocery store. Great. Just great. He wasn’t planning on pitching a tent in the store, but here he was. Ugh, her perfect ass though. Damnit. He fuckin’ loved it when she made it bounce as he jacked off on her command and had her roughly squeeze his balls like they owned her money. A whole fucking lot of it too. Love it when he begged her to smack her ass and knead it and sink her fingers into those juicy cheeks as he roughly pumped his dick and felt the violent pressure of her inescapable grip borderline destroying his poor, helpless balls.

“Jungkook.”

He jumped, nearly flinging himself into the aisle of snacks as the subject of all his horny fantasies pressed up against him and nuzzled his neck.

“Do you wanna get some drinks?” that wolfish smile asked innocently as she not-so-innocently palmed his rock-hard dick through his sweatpants, sinful fingers curling around the length, lightly rubbing his balls underneath at the same time.

“S… Stop…” he breathed, feeling his cock throb and jerk happily from her touch. Stop, his mouth said, keep going, his dick said, you’re in public, his brain reminded him, and his dick agreed, hell yeah, I am, if only it was a little more public–

Jungkook forced his hand to shoot forward and wrap around her fingers, squeezing them and himself hard enough so his dick was choked into submission to avoid jail time for indecent exposure. He was two seconds away from dropping his pants and humping her right here in the goddamn grocery store. Would be a cool headline, but Park Jimin would never stop teasing him about it if it happened, so…

Not worth it.

He shoved his forehead against hers, glaring as piercingly as he could, which, admittedly, was probably not that intimidating, but he had to fucking try, didn’t he? One of them had to be sensible in this relationship! Not that he wanted to be, hell no, he wanted to be her sex slave, what, no he didn’t, well, I do but now is not the time to think stuff like that, he scolded himself, clenching his jaw as he fiercely stared into those gorgeous, mischievous, daring eyes. She was so damn pretty. Everything about her, especially like this, no makeup, just glowing under him, smirk and all.

Beautiful.

It nearly made him sick.

“Stop,” he growled, low and dangerous.

Her smirk turned into a pleased, stunning smile as she strongly pulsed her palm around his length.

His eyes almost rolled back into his head.

“Okay.”

Kissed his nose and let go of him, breaking out of his grip easily.

Jungkook had to bite his tongue to avoid screaming.

-

“Shit. I forgot something.”

“What is it? I’ll go back in since I’m paying for groceries.”

Jungkook shoved you back into the passenger’s seat before you could stand up. “Stay here.”

You cocked in eyebrow, resisting his grip. “Why?”

His hold tightened, his hand sliding down the front of your hoodie, pressing down on your thigh. That would stop a lot of women. Men too, probably. Would stop anyone, really, Jungkook’s tattooed fingers sinking into the inside of your thigh, squeezing hard and powerfully, but it didn’t stop you, too used to his type and his antics.

You crossed your legs and squashed his fingers in between your soft thighs, leaning towards him slyly.

You loved his eyes. Those big peepers gave him away every time, no matter how tough he was acting. His lips could be set in annoyance, his brows could be furrowed angrily, and he could try to hide under his large, charcoal dray bucket hat, but you saw the sparks within those large dark brown orbs. Fear and desire, mixed together. An expression you knew well.

You were the main perpetrator of both emotions for Jeon Jungkook.

“What do you think you’re doing, little bunny?” you whispered, hot and heavy.

He set his jaw, tugging at his hand. Trying to pull away, but not really, the pads of his fingers curling in, his breathing shallowing. You lurched your hips forward and the side of his hand pressed against your clothed pussy, crushing him from three sides.

Jungkook leaned in too.

Growling low, all bark and no bite.

“Can you listen to me for once–”

You licked the side of his lip, outlining his lip ring.

Stared into his eyes.

“S… Stop…”

His eyelashes lowered. Your head tilted. You flexed your legs, constricting his fingers between your thighs, inhaling the breath he let out with effort. You dismantled his defenses, one by one, and Jungkook refused to look at you, refused to lose until he could refuse no longer, because you were so close, centimeters from his lips, and his gaze lifted, knowing you would take what was yours the second he made eye contact, even right out here in the public parking lot, anywhere, always forcing him to walk the line of decency and desperation.

You knew he liked it.

He wouldn’t say, but those eyes willingly surrendering, pleading to be taken, were enough.

Your phone vibrated in your bag.

Both Jungkook and you jerked, squinting at the tiny black backpack that demanded your attention with a thrilling buzz. You reached over and he took the chance to yank his hand out, his breath catching, biting back a sound and forcing it back down his throat. Sounded suspiciously like a whimper, but he mumbled, I’ll be back, and stumbled out of the car, hastily adjusting his crotch before sprinting back to the store.

You watched him go, the corner of your lips quirking up.

Glanced at the phone screen and answered.

“What?”

“Yah!” Kim Seokjin shouted. He did not know the meaning of a normal volume. “You are supposed to say hello! Where are your manners?” Well, maybe that habit was restricted to you, considering you answered with what instead of a pleasant greeting.

“Are you in jail?” you asked nonchalantly. “Otherwise, I can’t imagine why you are calling.”

“I am not in jail. I am a good boy,” Seokjin snapped, and you imagined his facial expression twisted into hamster-like fury, glaring at the phone even though you couldn’t see. “Also, are you implying you wouldn’t bail me out? Yah! I’d help you, you ungrateful–”

“After I figure out why you’re there and taking out the appropriate party, yeah, I’d come get you and your broad shoulders.”

You heard Seokjin mumble your ominous usage of taking out the appropriate party, and he was very aware you didn’t mean a nice date. “Anyway,” he pivoted, getting to the point of his call. “Since I know you never touch grass, I’m inviting you to my parents’ summer party this weekend, along with Jungkook, where you two will behave like normal human beings,” he added warningly. “There will be lots of meat barbecue and I’m inviting the other guys so you better come.”

You raised your eyebrows.

Apparently, Seokjin didn’t like what happened last time when you snuck off to the bathroom of his parents’ house to make out with Jungkook’s neck, leaving bite marks under his collar as you stroked your boyfriend's chest through his shirt, forcing him to look into the mirror as you pressed your chest to his back and watched him try to stifle his moans as you reached down, down… Only for Seokjin to stumble in and yank your hands off the younger man, scolding you in the corner, you insatiable animal, I knew it, I can’t take the two of you anywhere, and you grinned at his skittish panic, shifting your gaze to Jungkook and licking your teeth, teasing that deepening blush on those cheeks.

Still, Seokjin was inviting you again.

Probably would glare at you and Jungkook every two seconds, but that could be a fun game.

“Oi, stop plotting!” Seokjin barked. “Where’s Jungkook? Tell him.”

“Ah, Seokjin, you’re too late. Jungkook is actually taking me to touch grass. We’re going camping.”

You heard a gasp. “Jungkook? Jeon Jungkook, the friend I haven’t seen in months because he’s lost his mind over your fat ass.” He was trying insult you but you hummed approvingly, and Seokjin snorted. “Is taking you camping? You, who can’t live without games and internet?”

You imagined him squinting suspiciously.

“Who are you and what did you do to my friend?”

You checked your nails. “Sorry I can’t come. Tell your mom I miss her cooking.”

“What did he do? Is he threatening you? Should I fight him?”

A laugh burst out from your lungs. “You really think Jungkook can threaten me?”

Seokjin made a high-pitched confused noise. “I can’t imagine why you would willingly go camping.”

“Do you think you can fight Jungkook?” you teased.

“Well, no, but I can throw Jimin in front of him and I’m sure Taehyung will show up–”

The trunk opened and you whipped your head around to see Jungkook shoving something into the back hurriedly. He jerked up and spied you peeking at him from the front. You tilted your head at him and spoke into the phone.

“My piece of meat is here. You won’t be able to call me this weekend but we can chat later, Seokjin.”

“Ew, don’t call him a piece of meat, that’s disgusting, don’t ever speak to me aga–”

Your boyfriend glared at you from the back.

You stuck your tongue out and licked the air.

He slammed the trunk closed.

-

You crouched by Jungkook’s side as he attempted to attach the caravan to the car.

“Should we ask the employee again?”

“I got it,” he mumbled under his breath, doing who-knows-what. In his big bucket hat, oversized sweatshirt, and loose pants, all charcoal gray, he looked like big boulder against the ground. You were tempted to sit on him, but you didn’t want him to get distracted and later have to chase a runaway trailer because it detached, so you let him work on it.

Okay, a small part of you considered the risk.

The other part of you was enjoying his focus on making sure everything was secure. There was something attractive about it. You almost wandered off to ask for help again, but you realized your need to do that was your unease in depending on someone else. You didn’t want anyone to think you couldn’t do something if you set your mind to it. Especially a man. Being interested in video games jaded you – a woman taking on a hobby that was primarily male-dominant got you plenty of sexist comments over the years, and now you were forever nagged by the constant feeling of, I shouldn’t rely on a man for anything.

Of course, this was different. Jungkook was your boyfriend. You could and should rely on him. He wasn’t doing this to try to one-up you and hold it over your head. He was just doing it because this was his suggestion and he was following though. It wasn’t that deep.

Still…

You stood up and took a step back.

“Got it.”

Jungkook straightened, taking off the gloves he was wearing. “Wanna check? It’s super secure.” He turned and held out the gloves, glancing at you. “I don’t want it to roll away after spending all that money.”

Well, since he asked…

You reached out and took the gloves from him, giving him a small smile. “I liked the blue caravan, though.”

Those big brown eyes narrowed into slits. “We didn’t get to pick. They gave me this one. You want me to go back and complain after I just attached it?” He sighed, rolling his eyes. “Fine, fine.”

A quick swipe and you grabbed his forearm, squeezing it with a chuckle, pulling him back towards you.

“I’m kidding. This silver one is good.”

He frowned, the slight upturn of his lips exposing the tiny mole underneath. “Just good? You want the blue one or not? You think I can’t exchange it? I’m sure I can get whatever you want–”

“Jungkook.”

You held his forearm, pressing it to your chest. Hard muscle against your breasts, and he blinked at you, looking down in bunny-like curious confusion. So close, and it usually meant something else, something usually as intriguing as it was indecent, but this was a different kind of tension, a moment where you held him and hugged his forearm. You smiled, and it wasn’t meant to tease him or throw him off.

“Let’s not waste any more time,” you said to him. “I want to be with you. Only you.”

His lips parted, stunned to silence.

Alright, you were teasing him a little bit without him knowing. You knew he liked these cheesy lines. He often watched dramas on your bed while you played games. Propped himself up with all your pillows and plushies, set up a table of snacks as you crushed kids in League of Legends. He would get so invested in the storylines that his mouth would be open while watching.

It was actually low-key hilarious.

Jungkook’s expression morphed into a stern stare.

“Why are you smiling like that?”

Oops, your amusement was showing on your face. Better change the subject.

“What the first thing you wanna do when we get set up at the campsite?”

-

Jeon Jungkook would never, ever say that he was predictable.

“P-Please…”

He was but he would never say that.

What was he supposed to do when his girlfriend was the hottest woman that walked the planet and knew all the things that drove him crazy? He could have staked down the awning on his own but she wanted to try at least once and, well, that required bending over in those leggings of hers, borderline indecent with how perfectly shaped her ass was, the seams molding and framing her hips.

What was he supposed to do?

Not stare?

He wouldn’t be human if he didn’t.

Jungkook would have preferred to do everything for her, but he knew she would hate that. So, he did what any good boyfriend would do – stare pointedly at her butt until she was finished, then stare at her face when she straightened and checked her work with that almost smug, proud smile she had when she did something successful on the first try.

Fuck, he loved her smile.

She was so fuckin’ pretty.

And then she turned and that smile was directed at him and Jungkook probably would have melted into a puddle if he wasn’t completely rigid – in more ways than one – and forgot how to speak. So knowing, so calm, so stunningly out of place surrounded by the beach and the forest. There was a sense of comfortable ease when she was absorbed in her games and her computer; camping was completely out of her element and yet it was always so damn sexy when she faced challenges head on.

Jungkook would know.

She faced him head on.

And ruined his whole life.

“Who’s the best, little bunny?”

“You are, you always will be, noona – o-oh, fuck!”

He was really hoping no one was going to notice the indecent exposure he was committing right now with his pants at his ankles and his cock down her throat, but in Jungkook’s defense, he couldn’t do anything when she squatted down in front of his pants and stuck her tongue out. He forgot about pride, about resisting, about playing hard-to-get, just went straight to whining her name as she wiggled that glossy pink muscle and teased him, say please.

Jungkook took in that nimble tongue, those juicy thighs, the curve of her plump ass and put on his best begging tone.

So now she was sucking his dick right there at the campsite. They lasted about five minutes before this moment. No hands, for she was still wearing the gloves. It amazed him every time, the control of her lips, tongue, throat, fitting around him with light pressure, swiping strokes, and tight suction. Jungkook wouldn’t say that he was predictable, and maybe he was, but he sure as hell didn’t care, so warm, so soft, the tip of her tongue darting out and lapping at his balls, he was going to go crazy feeling the cool air against his saliva-covered balls and the hot tightness of her throat choking the swollen head of his cock, pulsing around his throbbing length every time she swallowed him.

He was moaning far too loud.

There was no one to hear but her and the sea.

“Gonna cum, please, please let me cum–”

In hindsight, Jungkook realized that she was giving him no indication that she wasn’t going to let him cum. He was simply used to being edged. Alright, maybe he hoped for it, just to last a little longer, but no, not this time, and he wasn’t prepared for the sudden rise without the cutoff, throwing his head back and gasping and the pleasure rocketed up from his core and shocked every cell in his body, forgetting anything else but the pure, unadulterated nirvana that was the height of orgasm, his cock jammed down her tight throat and shuddering as she swallowed. Wet, squishy, warm all around, lustfully moaning to the open sky as his spine shook, shoulders lurching, heart racing.

There was no one like his noona.

The whole package.

The right body and the right mind.

Shit.

Ten minutes into being on the camp site and Jungkook already had his first orgasm.

Hopefully no one heard.

“Your bucket hat fell off,” she commented, licking her lips after detaching from his crotch.

“Wut?’

Jungkook twisted and nearly fell over due to his pants being around his ankles. Spit was running down his thighs. Her arm hooked around his knees and held him still, her laugh against his still-wet cock.

“I’ll get it. Sort yourself out, my love.”

“Sort – you did this to me!” He barked, then froze, heart aflutter.

No way.

She didn’t just.

Jungkook did not sort himself out.

He just stood there as she stood up and collected his bucket hat from behind him and continued standing there when she came back, his pants untouched, crotch still a bit wet but drying off from the air, mouth open, her voice ringing in his head.

My love.

No way such a simple pet name would cause such malfunction.

“If you wanna stay naked, you can stay naked, but I’m going to look for wood to start a fire and if your nuts roast in the sun, don’t blame me.”

Jungkook wasn’t a simp.

Right?

-

This was probably the most sun you've seen in ten years.

Alright, maybe a slight exaggeration. Still, if you asked your past self, say, a month ago, if you would be putting on the one T1 baseball cap you owned and standing ankle-deep in cold water from the literal ocean, past you would have scoffed and said that wasn't your style. Yet, here you were - stunningly clear blue sky, cooking in the sun's rays, cooled off by salty ocean breeze with dense sand under your bare feet as the water came in a calm rush, white foam waves framing tumultuous blue.

Weird.

Wasn't too bad, actually. Nature was kinda nice. Who would have guessed?

You caught yourself smiling as you heard wild splashing of barreling activity beside you.

"Found my shorts."

"Nobody's here," you chuckled.

It took him a second to realize and up his volume by several notches.

"Noona, where are your pants?!"

"My hoodie is long enough."

Before Jungkook could sprint away to snatch up your leggings from the chair beside the caravan, you spun around and grabbed his arm, squeezing his hard forearm tightly and yanking him against you. The ocean laughed and danced upwards, leaving splatters of droplets all over your legs and his, but you were preoccupied with looking up into those big peepers, round like dinner plates when your body molded to his, as if he was completely and utterly shocked that you would pick him over anyone else in this world to press your thighs against.

“Hey,” you whispered with all the slyness of a big bad wolf coaxing a poor little bunny.

Your favorite expression of Jungkook’s was his wide eyes and slightly open mouth, such an amusing contrast to his colorfully dark tattoos, hard muscles, pierced lip, and heavily adorned ears. The juxtaposition of cute and rough was too perfect.

You leaned in and kissed him, slow and soft and with every intention to turn it to anything but.

Every intention.

This is love.

You breathed in his scent, clean with a little hint of fresh sweetness. He always used the nicer laundry products with the gentle fragrances. You always told him you would do your laundry later, and yet you still caught him folding and sorting your suddenly clean laundry after a night of gaming. You would catch him setting up the takeout like it was a gourmet meal, always your food first and his after. Heating it up if it was cold, never forgetting the chopsticks or the napkin. You half-considered telling him, it’s no big deal, you don’t have to do that, but then you saw Jungkook’s face after, hiding his embarrassment and acting as if he hadn’t just done all that, so instead of telling him he didn’t have to do it, you always remembered to say.

Thank you.

The ocean laughed and danced under you two.

You drew away, adjusting your cap with a smile.

Jungkook blinked quickly, bewildered. Likely expecting something else, and now he didn’t know how to react to rather chaste action, his cheeks flushing pink under his bucket hat.

“A… Ah…”

You turned your head to hide your smirk. Kept your grip on his arm and rubbed your thumb against the soft fabric of his gray shirt. Looked back out to the water and it waved back at you, sending a breeze your way.

“Jungkook?” you asked, calm and serene. Maybe more serious than you meant for it to be.

He stumbled over his words.

“H-Hm? Yeah?”

You remembered, years and years ago, standing at a similar spot with your father, holding his hand and watching the synchronization of the sea. The sun had been sinking down then too, just like now. You were much shorter then. Asked too many questions, of course, like any other kid.

“Why did you bring me here?”

The zephyr pranced around you and him, playful and daring, sending your hair aflutter around your shoulders. Good thing you were wearing the hat.

You felt Jungkook’s arm slide up and he wrapped his fingers around your hand, rubbing his thumb against your knuckles.

“Taehyungie said I should…” He coughed and swallowed his mumbles, standing a little closer, his larger frame framing you, never covering or shadowing all you were. “I wanted to make a good memory. Just you and me.”

You looked away from the shimmering waves and faced him, the one with too much fire, or so the fortune teller said. A brightness in those dark brown eyes, perhaps a slight awkwardness, yet the eye contact remained, a tiny smile creeping onto his expression.

You hoped you could always feed that fire, never let it die out under your watch.

“It’s always just you and me,” you teased, light like the cool droplets clinging to your skin.

A little unease.

“Are you…”

His fingers tightened around yours.

“Happy, noona?”

His face tried to remain neutral, maybe even borderline playful, but his hold on you gave him away, gripping too tight in his nervousness. You stared into his eyes. You never lied to Jungkook about things like this. You couldn’t.

-

Dad, why didn’t Mom come with us? Doesn’t she love you?

Of course, she does. Your father chuckled. She can’t love anyone else. That’s why we’re got married.

Then why didn’t she come?

Because she’s a princess. He broke out into a full-on laugh then, the sound melding with the mirthful waves and calls of nature, a world rich with sound and color. You splashed water onto his legs and he yelped, pretending to run away as you chased after him, kicking up sand and tumbling too fast, falling headfirst into his strong arms.

If Mom’s a princess, what am I then, Dad?

He grinned at you, mischievous and wolflike, an expression you could match in the mirror.

Don’t tell her, but you’re my queen, forever and always.

-

“I’m always happy with you, Jungkook.”

You squeezed his hand, tighter than he held you, making him inhale sharply.

“That’s why you’re my king, forever and always.”

You tilted your head and leaned in to kiss him again. Let your tongue graze his lip ring and sucked in his gasp. Pressure of lips to lips, sliding your tongue into the wet warmth, into his soft sound and whispers of love. A deep breath, and his scent mixed with the salt of the sea, you arm slipping around his waist and bringing him closer, blocking out the sun with your passion, feeling the contours of his body against yours, drinking in his kisses as you let go of his hand and lifted your cap, freeing your hair to the whims of the wind, causing it to curl against your cheek and his.

Jungkook yelped as the ocean splashed up his legs and soaked his shorts. You laughed and stepped back, dragged along by his hand on your arm.

The water seemed to be scolding you. Get a room!

You yanked your hat back on and grinned at your boyfriend who as glaring at the ocean angrily as if this had been a personal attack. He looked ready to throw hands with dihydrogen monoxide. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that he wasn’t going to win that one. Better distract him.

“Let’s eat. The sun is going down already.”

Dinner was an alarming amount of samgyeopsal. You and Jungkook probably weren’t going to survive on a deserted island. You would probably need the help of six big heads to avoid being hopelessly addicted to carbs on your first day. Thankfully, this was a campsite with access to water, an outhouse, and an hour’s drive away from civilization. You grilled the meat as Jungkook hunted for the tableware. Right before the meat was fully cooked, Jungkook asked you to scoot the meat to the edges and dumped a packet of kimchi onto the hot pan covered in pork fat, cutting it up to make it crispy.

“Did we get rice?”

“What do we need rice for?”

“We didn’t get rice?!”

“I’m just kidding; here it is, little bunny.”

Jungkook squinted warningly and you smiled back, unperturbed.

-

“Let me go get the surprise.”

“What surprise?”

She had been shoving sparklers into the fire and watching the chaos of sparks snap, crackle, and pop out dangerously. Jungkook had warned her not to do it. Fruitlessly, of course, because she did it anyway and he knew she would.

His older girlfriend wasn’t good at listening.

“Don’t put any more in.”

She pouted at him and he jerked back at the unexpected cuteness. Shit, what was with her today? Endless attack after attack, hitting him right in the uwus. He could only take so much before he couldn’t hide his swooning anymore. He quickly raced back into the caravan and found what he was looking for, gently but swiftly picking up the package and the wooden skewers.

He bounded back to her inappropriately poking the fire with another sparkler.

“Ey! Stop!”

She turned her head and was about to chuck it in to be a complete butt. Instead, she froze, eyes growing wide as she spied what was in his hands.

“You… You got marshmallows?”

Fuck, what was this gaming hermit with the fantastic beast of an ass so damn cute for?! Those damn sparkly eyes for fluffy white confectionary and the instant bounce up to hurry over to him were melting him faster than ice cream on a hot summer day.

“Y-Yeah, I got marshmallows,” he announced as if he wasn’t clearly holding them already. “You have to toast marshmallows when you go camping. That’s the rule.”

She stuck close to him as they sat back down, holding the skewers as he opened the bag.

“Heh, true, true.”

It was a little ritual, her taking a skewer and carefully spearing the large marshmallow right at the center, handing it to him and then doing the same for herself, setting the materials aside so they could lean over the fire, slowly turning them in the dancing flames to avoid burning them. It was dark now, colder by the open sea where the humidity wasn’t trapped by the urban jungle. Crickets and cicadas conducting their symphony in the forest, adding to the Bluetooth speaker Jungkook had set up to play some tunes on low.

Under the stars, wrapped int their jackets now, roasting sweet fluffs together.

She had looked so happy talking about toasting marshmallows with her father and he had that happiness now, complete with a pleased hum and the lively little dance of her shoulders.

“I don’t think I’ve had marshmallows in forever,” she laughed, tongue between her teeth.

Jungkook was frighteningly close to passing out from her cute charm. “How do you eat them? Do you–”

But he had no chance to finish as she raised her golden-brown marshmallow and pressed the flat of her tongue against it, presumably checking the temperature, then proceeded to open her mouth as wide as she could and shoved the whole ooey-gooey whiteness into her lips to devour it. Her eyes closed and did a little squeeze of joy, wrapping her tongue around the skewer to get off whatever clung on, covering her mouth as she struggled to swallow the mess with a laugh.

Holy shit.

Was he allowed to be horny after seeing that?

Not allowed or not, Jungkook was horny now.

His marshmallow would have burned if she hadn’t retrieved it from his limp hand and shoved it into his open mouth.

“Mmmphf! Hot!”

He fanned his mouth in panic and snatched the water bottle, chugging a fat gulp as the burning thick stickiness coated his mouth, pure sugar and heat bursting onto his tongue, quickly cooled down by bottled water.

“Hey!”

“You have to eat it right away when it’s done,” she was saying in between snickers, taking the water from him so she could drink too. “Otherwise it doesn’t taste good.”

“You tried to kill me!”

“You won’t die from a marshmallow.” Devious sparkle in her eye and that smirk that made his dick jump up in interest. “You’ll die from old age after getting a heart attack from too many orgasms.”

“No, I won’t,” he snapped, jamming a poor marshmallow onto a new skewer and waving it at his demon of a girlfriend like a rosary. “The heart health of my family is excellent. You won’t get rid of me that easily.”

The glint in her eye was evil.

Evil.

“Counting on it.”

-

“S… Should have bought more condoms… o-ooh, fuck meee…”

“Sure.”

Jungkook growled in irritation that quickly morphed into a drawn-out groan as you slammed back into him, on all fours like an animal and fucking him just as ferally. Got a little lower to get more leverage and had him clutching your ass for dear life as your bodies shook the entire bed built into the silver caravan, making the whole thing shake. Pretty obvious what was happening, if the continuous slapping of hips and Jungkook’s uncontrollable moans through the open windows didn’t give it away already. You felt him squeeze and drag his fingernails over the curve of your ass, softness under his strength, falling apart once again to your tight heat and pulsing constriction for the third time.

Back-to-back… to back.

You slowed and focused on tightening around his girth in rapid throbs. Hummed approvingly at the increased hardness, savoring his whining shudder.

“P-Please, move again, please…”

“Helping you last longer, little bunny.”

“Fuck you,” he snarled with no malice whatsoever.

“Good idea, you could work a little harder and at least meet me halfway.”

Far too calm, of course. It was unfair, it was chipping at his ego, it was fueling the fire, and Jungkook growled again, grabbing your hips and sinking his fingers in punishingly, immediately loosening as you started up again, meeting your ass with a harsh smack of his crotch, loud and wet and obscene. It only took a moment to get the rhythm and it was there, fuck, yes, right there. So hard, so deep, your body angled just right to feel all of him, even his balls slapping against your clit, slippery and slick. The air was heavy with sex and salty ocean air from the open windows, so good, so intense that it was perfect, your fingers curling into the sheets, overloaded with pleasure. His cock, slamming into you and your pussy clenching around it to feel it all. His sound, desperate and loud and on the brink. His hands on you, possessive and hungry, telling you I love you, I love you, I love you, maybe more than his mouth was, considering that he was currently a moaning mess.

Jungkook slid his hand back and smacked your ass, gasping as you kept up the pace, half-losing his mind as you took over him. Again, harsh slap and you tightened around him, punishing him further, his fingers sinking into your waist, whimpering your name.

“I can’t, fuck, I can’t, I’m gonna c-cum, fuck!”

You had the audacity to snicker as you rammed back into him and sank all the way down to the base as he threw his head back and cried out, cock jerking and hips flinching as he rutted into you, trying to get impossibly deeper, trying to feel more, whining as you came around the sudden sensitivity. You let a contained exhale, letting the release wash over you, feeling it saturate your senses, nerves tingling with ecstasy, lost in the euphoria that was Jeon Jungkook.

His hand detached for your waist and he clawed at your back, groaning and delirious, sending slicing stings of pain through your bliss, amplifying it with his rough touch.

“F… Fuck… fuck…”

Captain America would not be impressed with his language.

Jungkook was falling over, swaty chest against your back, reaching up to cup your breasts, squeezing them. Running his fingertips over your hard nipples and shuddering, hot breath on your skin, panting hard like he had run a marathon.

Couldn’t do this all day, it seemed.

“Seems like you had fun,” you teased, keeping your voice even as your heartbeat thundered in your chest.

“F-Fuck you, why… why are you so… damn… s-smug…?”

His hips were not moving. You pulsed your muscles around his semi-hard length and Jungkook moaned, low and loud, burying his face into your hair and neck, flicking your nipples. You stayed on your elbows, resting your chin on your forearm, highly amused.

“Again?”

“As… A-As soon as he wakes up again…”

“Are you sure you’re not going to pass out?”

“Even if I do, I’ll wake you up in the middle of night.”

Predictably, you were roused by a dick trying to spear you in the thigh in the middle of the night, Jungkook’s lips whispering your name by your ear. No, nibbling at the curve of your ear as you rose from the dead, blinking hard at the lack of light, hearing the ocean and the cicadas singing in harmony.

“Horny.”

“You’re always horny,” was your half-asleep response.

He was feverishly kissing your shoulders and the space right under your ear, the place you enjoyed the most. “Can I put my dick in your mouth? I washed off.”

You could say no, but this was very nice, the kissing and the soft kneading of your titties, gently pulling at your nipples and sending shivers through your torso. You hated being woken up in the middle of the night. At least, you had thought so… before Jungkook. You let him play around a little longer, enjoying the building arousal and his lips working your skin.

Hm.

Maybe you were weak for Jeon Jungkook.

Maybe.

“Well, I’m not moving, so you’ll have to get up here.”

That did not deter Jungkook in the slightest.

The second you turned around, Jungkook put his knee down by your shoulder and shoved his rock-hard dick into your half-open mouth.

“O-Ooh, fuck, yes…”

You wrapped your tongue around it and rubbed against the slit, hearing him whine and gasp. You expected him to fuck your throat roughly, and he would have if he was slightly less horny, but he surprised you by feeling around for your hand and hooking it around his thigh, pressing your fingers into his skin until you dug your nails into his tense muscle. He moaned approvingly, slowly thrusting his hips forward as your tongue slipped around his balls and the base of his cock, then up to the head, rubbing against the underside, all the while keeping your throat tight, lips along the length, eventually retracting your tongue to give him that perfect pressure all around, pressing the head to the roof of your mouth.

You pressed down, sinking him in deeper.

Some would choke at this point, but you wouldn’t do that to your king.

Instead, you tipped your head back to give yourself the smallest sliver of breathing room and deep-throated him, not going as fast as you would if you had more breathing space, but steady, controlling the pace with your nails embedded into his thigh. You reached up with your free hand, running your fingers over the base of his wet balls, massaging them as your own saliva was running down your chin.

Sacrifices must be made.

Jungkook was gripping the windowsill above the bed so tightly that his knuckles were white, gasping your name pathetically, then biting his lip once he realized what he was doing.

You smacked his thigh hard, narrowing your eyes when he looked down.

“W-What…? N-No, don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” he rambled, the mole underneath his lower lip trembling in fear. “What d-do you want? Do you want me to beg? To tell you how good you are? God, you’re so fucking good, I don’t want anyone else, I never be satisfied with anyone else…”

You cocked an eyebrow but tipped your head back again, taking him deep as he continued. You couldn’t exactly instruct him with your mouth full of his dick, so you focused on tonguing him from tip to base, rubbing along the length and cupping the girth as you drew back, listening to his stream of horny consciousnesses.

“Ooh, yeees, noona, y-you’re the best, so soft, so tight, so much control, so much skill, you’ll a-always b-be my queen, thank you so m-much, oh, f-fuck…”

You could tell he was getting close because he was falling silent, focusing only on breathing, hard and heavy, trying not to cum too fast, squeezing his eyes shut and clutching the windowsill, fucking your face at the same pace, building and building, a little tighter, throat closing in around the throbbing head, and his shoulders shook, tattoos standing out in the moonlight, arms flexed and tense as he tipped his head back, groaning wanton and lewd, burying so deep into your throat that you could barely taste the cum as it shot out. It probably didn’t taste great at this point anyway. You swallowed around him, small gulps that stimulated him. His hips jerked, aftershocks making his eyelids flutter, jaw clenching, the muscles of his neck glistening in the low light.

You calmly laid there, barely breathing, lazily licking around his cock as he didn’t move for at least thirty seconds.

Did he pass out from the good nut or what?

“S… So good… I d-don’t wanna leave…”

You tapped his thigh and waved your thumb in the air to mime out, I’m dying here.

He peered down at you and didn’t move.

You poked at his balls.

“Ow!”

He got off you.

“I’m going back to sleep.”

“But… what about her?”

And Jungkook moved your panties to one side and shoved two fingers into your wet pussy.

“Fuck, feels so fucking good in here…”

You kept your expression neutral as you stared up at him, deadpan. You did love sucking dick. There was no question about that. However, sleepy or not, you weren’t going to make things easy for your little bunny.

You clenched around his fingers so tight that he had to force them in.

His face was right next to yours, his shudder washing over your cheek as he felt it. You adjusted your hips to perfect the angle you liked and cocked your head at him, catching his eye.

“That’s it? You’re not that strong, huh?”

You pressed his buttons, and, predictably, Jungkook flared up, sliding his other hand under your head and grabbing a fistful of your hair, tugging far too lightly to be cruel. His brows furrowed, dark eyes flashing.

“Watch what you say, noona.”

You opened your mouth and licked his cheek, hot and wet.

“Give me all you got, little bunny.”

You saw his teeth sink into his lower lip, silver ring gleaming at the edge, and he clenched his jaw, shoving his fingers all the way up to the knuckles, rougher, faster, deeper, accelerating until you loosened your grip. Slick, sweet, sparks all over your skin, yes, like that, good boy, and Jungkook bit back his moan, forearm muscles bulging with his rapid movement. You reached down to wrap your fingers around his tattoos and felt him flex at your touch, his breathing erratic against your cheek, trying to maintain the fast speed and consistent depth, because too slow would be boring and too deep would be painful, no, he wanted you to sigh against his lips and shiver around his fingers, wave after wave of euphoria sinking into your core and spreading out in harsh throbs against the pads of his fingertips, dragging his face to yours to kiss him, thrusting your tongue into his mouth as he thrust his fingers into your pussy, humming into his garbled moans interrupted by your tongue. One taste was not enough. Never enough when it was Jungkook, and you felt it coming, succumbing to the bliss with a satisfied hiss, and his tongue took your place, thrusting messily into your mouth as you came around his fingers, soaking theme even more with viscous sweet-sour stickiness, coating him with your taste.

He gasped, moaning into your mouth.

You inhaled it, exhaling back into his lips, lustful smoke exchanged between you and him.

“Jungkook, my love…”

He murmured your name, the queen of this kingdom.

Different background, same scene.

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“This is the most walking I’ve done in the past five years.”

“Come on, the viewpoint is up here.”

“Jungkook, you might have to carry me down or I might just end up rolling instead.”

“I’ll carry you, now come on, let’s take a picture here.”

Hm, well, there were some distinct differences in between this climb and climbing the ranked ladder of League of Legends. They say exercise is all mental fortitude, but you were pretty sure what was being tested here was your calves and not your strong mental.

“Ugh, you always look so pretty in every photo.”

“You’re welcome,” was your grump response as you drank a fat gulp of water, staring out into the lush green forest. It was nice. Not as nice as your bed, but nothing was as nice was your bed.

Well.

Maybe Jungkook.

He leaned his chin on your shoulder, looking out with you.

“It’s nice,” you commented. “Seokjin isn’t going to believe that I touched grass, let alone did a hike.”

“Hmph.”

Jungkook wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing himself against you.

“You can do anything, noona.”

You smirked. “Yeah?”

“Uh huh. And I can do it if you can’t, but I bet you could if you really wanted to.”

“Well, I really don’t want to walk back down.”

Mysteriously, Jungkook’s large hands migrated to your ass.

“I’ll carry you.”

“Uh huh.”

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[venusinpiscestmarsinscorpio]

Hello ! Since you’re a Scorpio mars, could you describe Scorpio Mars folks in general ?

How should I start? 😏😏😏

Oh god, I love this question. Thank you so much for asking it! I'll tell you about the sexual aspect because I think that's what you're probably the most curious about.

Edit: I told you about everything that came to mind, lol.

Mars in Scorpios (hereby known after this as Scorpios) have an arsenal of tools to seduce you. From their voices to their aura, to their bodies, to their intense eye contact and piercing, "serial killer" stares. Not all Mars in Scorpios are conventionally attractive, but there should be something sexy about them. It's usually the aura. However, of course, some are total knockouts.

Mars in Scorpios are very sexual, unless Mars is debilitated somehow. I say that because one of my female friends born 2 days before me is asexual, and one of my younger guy friends who is a Mars in Scorpio is still a virgin but doesn't seem in touch with that kind of energy. (I think his Mars is also in the 12th house, so maybe that doesn't help?)

Not only are they sexual, but Scorpios are also passionate. Passion motivates them because motivation also falls under the domain of Mars. Typically, a Scorpio woman like me will only sleep with you if we feel SUPER PASSIONATE about you. Like we're going to die if we don't fuck you.

Scorpio women are some of the most selective Mars women out there. However, depending on the whole chart (esp. the Sun & Venus sign), some are more promiscuous & less choosy than others. And the horniness is compelling, so they just want to have sex with people. No shame either way. Like everyone, but especially Scorpios, they should be careful of STDs as Scorpio rules the genitals.

In every lifetime, I'd choose to be a Mars in Scorpio. The motivation, drive, and sexual allure are unmatched. I'm pretty sexual, but I'm celibate currently. That's another thing about Mars in Scorpios: they are either very celibate (and preserving their energy, which can then be put into achieving their goals & ambitions) OR extremely sexually active. It's Scorpio, so there are extremes.

Regarding motivation, they can do anything if they care about it enough. They have a strong sense of survival & sexuality that intertwine. Whenever I'm going through a rough time, I'll look hotter for some reason... and more people will be attracted to me. It's so weird.

Don't think you can take a Mars in Scorpio down...because you can't. And don't try to cross them either. Because if they care enough, they will plan and plot their revenge, whether that takes a couple of days or a few years.

Regarding anger, their anger is very emotional and intense. They DO NOT want to blow up and lose it. DO NOT MAKE THEM DO THIS. Please. You don't want to see a Mars in Scorpio lose it. They will be super emotional, and later, when they've cooled down, they might get you back in the most painful way possible.

Luckily, it takes A LOT to really make them lose it. Like a lot. It's a slow buildup of annoyances.

But don't test them. After all, Taylor Swift has a Mars in Scorpio, and you know how that's turned out in every breakup song. And Reputation. If you ever want to understand Mars in Scorpio, listen to Reputation from beginning to end. You'll see how a Mars in Scorpio gets revenge and how they seduce you. #MarsinScorpioQueen

That brings to me how they are in bed. Besides being very passionate, they like to dominate. (Obviously, check the whole chart.) It's important for them to explore the (deep) depths of their sexuality and figure out exactly what they like.

I hope this answered all your questions! I know this is a little more than "general"; there was a lot to say.

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[revenantghost]

It’s so incredible to me that Fantasy Bishoujo was such a fantastic show. Just on a pure enjoyment level, the cast of characters is incredibly colorful, and the humor is genuinely funny in clever ways. I typically don’t watch anime structured around a humorous concept because they tend to be too light and land a little too pointless for stupidly specific taste, but there’s genuinely such a good, solid plot and tension and the characters really drive home the themes and their goals. And thow3e themes! They’re fairly generic at a glance, love, finding and accepting oneself, etc. But they’re taken very seriously, even when jokes are cracked around them and at their expense. It’s not anything that will blow your mind, but it’s so incredibly solid for an anime I had assumed would be a cringefest at best.

What will blow your mind is the exceptional representation of queer characters. It’s hardly perfect (though show me “perfect” representation and I will call you a liar tbh), but the fact that the premise (which is literally the English title; “Life with an Ordinary Guy Who Reincarnated into a Total Fantasy Knockout” aka an average dude turns into a hot lady) doesn’t hinge on constant, really horrible transphobic and misogynistic jokes at the expense of our protagonist, Tachibana, which was what I mistakenly assumed it would be about. But it even has touching conversations that are incredibly fitting for the themes/tone of these concepts, bringing up questions gently and letting the audience ruminate over them in a lighthearted way. And Jinguuji, (who is essentially the lead interest let’s be real) who was Tachibana’s best friend in the “real” world undergoes a touching and fittingly hilarious queer awakening journey where his identity is still a bunch of question marks, and that’s okay! Is he queer? Is he bi? He seems pretty aspec to me, but does that matter when they’re trying to stop the dark lord from destroying the world? Not really. But we don’t ignore it at all, not when a big part of the show is love. Hell, these two were brought to this world by the goddess of love, the two of them bonded by love of some sort confirmed by this, and the fact that Tachibana was turned into something he loved that much, a woman--that just screams genderqueer to my little enby heart. Self-love is just important, if not more important than any external love, after all.

Anyhow! I think this anime is pretty Neat, I wanted to ramble out my feelings about it, and you should give it a shot if you’re up for it. Also lol shout-out for Tachibana and Jinguuji pretending like they aren’t practically an old married couple already at the end of the season. Guess I have another manga to add to my to-read list, insert a long-suffering sigh here.

[dreamii-yume]

Me : so kazuha is on top sinfic priority— Also me : yeah so i lied lol here’s a father-son tag team yandere zhongli and xiao take it or leave it

♥︎♥︎ XIAO ♥︎♥︎ ZHONGLI ♥︎♥︎

♥︎ Warnings ♥︎

Yandere | Non-Con | Depictions of Violence | Death | Threesome

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To think that there was still someone out there that can spark this much interest out of a literal god and a mighty adeptus. It was such a rare occurrence that Darling couldn't possibly blame them if that spark ever bursts out into an inferno...Right?

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Xiao had known for a while now, that man— Zhongli, as they call him nowadays, recently has a certain person of interest occupying his mind as he speaks…It was surprising for the young adeptus to say the least. To think that the god still holds such humane taste, that there was still someone who could entertain him, despite his many years full different encounters. His fascination with you had Xiao confused on as to why this said god was acting as if he hadn’t encounter anyone quite like you in his lifetime before.

Your background was simple yet sweet and your story was one that was just beginning to unfold just in time for both Zhongli and Xiao to witness. A tale of a hard-working woman who lives with her lovable grandparents in Qingce Village. You reached an age where you can freely roam pass what you have known as home and into the harbor itself, using that opportunity to find work and earn money for your remaining family. Your frequent visits in city of Liyue was what led you to meet Zhongli by sheer coincidence alone, during a story-telling performance in Third-Round Knockout that you just so happen to be interested in. Zhongli, being a usual at this convention had took note of you as a new audience amongst the few people he had encountered.

Perhaps it was the fact that you were so different from the usual audience that caught his eye at first glance. All he ever met was old townsfolks joining in to reminiscent about the past, maybe some young archeologists, historians that requires the knowledge for their profession, but you fell to none of those categories. You were just an audience, young and youthful, eyes glittering and heart beating fast at the climax of the story, as evident of how tight your grip was on that cup of tea. You looked incredibly out of place within this area that Zhongli couldn’t help but be amused of your reactions. It was always a guilty pleasure of his to see the youth of today so marveled at what happened back during the old times.

But what seemed to be an adorable little encounter for him turned out to be something much more when he overheard something that wasn’t intended for anyone to hear. “Bringing order, huh…” You whispered to yourself, unaware of how keen the ears of the man beside you are. “…I wonder if that’s just an excuse for Rex Lapis to do as he pleases with whoever is in the side of the contract…”

Zhongli couldn’t help himself; he had devoted on staying quiet of the truth regardless of what the citizens may think, but when one hears their past name, they just can’t help but to be curious themselves. “…The contract was created for the sake of balance and reason.” His mouth moved without his permission, eager to state nothing but facts to somehow change your perception on the current topic. “Rex Lapis did not find enjoyment in carrying out order to those who break the contract, but is merely carrying the will of the rock that does so.”

It was silent after that and for that few seconds, Zhongli almost regretted the thought of speaking up, seeing that you were now staring up at him with wide eyes, frozen in place. People used to tell him that he lacked the ability to “read” the atmosphere which always had him confused in thought, but the air that day was particularly awkward, making him understand little by little on what that expression meant now. With a small cough to clear out the thick tension, he set out to turn to you and apologize for your breaking your immersion, but—

“Aah, is that so? I guess thinking that way does makes more sense in a logical perspective…” You put your hand on your mouth, thinking deeply in thought at what he said. Zhongli watched as you mumbled out a few more words that managed to slip out of your mouth, but held insufficient context for him to understand. Soon, you stopped your little self-deliberation and held a laugh for yourself, ones that made him raise his eyebrow in wonder. “Silly me, always thinking of such scary things…Of course, Rex Lapis is not that kind of god after all.”

You then turned to Zhongli, which he had noticed that your eyes had shone brighter than before, almost as if stars itself was what resided in them. “But that thought had always been in the back of my mind for a while now so, I guess a little criticism was the push that I needed to get it out.” Your smile was just as bright as the light in your eyes, he took a mental note how full of warmth and innocence it has. “I’m glad you took the time in seriously correct me, sir! Thank you!”

Ah, so your little pause was not because you were offended by his rude interruption, but it was you taking his words into careful consideration to align them with your own opinions…Zhongli slowly smiled, you are as strange as he expected you to be. Perhaps you are as similar as the historians that have gathered in this place, a young woman who wanted to know more about a time that she did not partake in. But instead of knowledge alone, you were simply having fun learning about it. “Well…It was my pleasure.” Zhongli said as he closed his eyes, he thought it was a good trait to have— Whoever said you needed to have a professional degree in order to have the right to understand and learn about the past anyway?

“But you sure do seem to know a lot, sir! Better than the common folks around here, at least.” You indulged the conversation this time, an attempt that was way better than what he did. “Please, I’m intrigued! Would you mind if you were to tell me more?”

Perhaps deep in his heart, Zhongli still holds a softest spot for humans like you, who possess avid curiosity, willing to know more and such. You reminded of him of those children from Chihu Rock, gathering around an adult to tell them stories about the heroic deeds of those who were able to survive the harsh lands that is the past. It wouldn’t be too far off if Zhongli were to say that you were probably like that a few years earlier, it was just a trait that never disappeared from you even after reaching adulthood. “…Very well.” He agreed, without a single doubt of hesitation in his mind and watched as you lit up with delight. It was yet another entertaining reaction that he had enjoyed, however— “Though we will be in need of a contract.”

At that instant, you’re face fell and your excitement turned into worry. Zhongli almost felt bad dropping the huge news on you like that, he wasn’t sure if he liked this concerned side of you. “O-Oh, well…Would it cost Mora after all…?” You said as the tone of your voice settled down, as if the idea you had before didn’t seem to look as bright with a mention of a contract.

…Zhongli felt like he phrased the condition of a contract incorrectly, your mood changing was something that he did not expect. He suddenly felt obligated to cheer you up, seeing you so worried had somehow tugged on his heartstrings. “Oh, don’t misunderstand Dear…” A lovely pet name, you noticed he had used all of a sudden, but you more or less did not mind. It somehow brought you some comfort. “A contract does not always involve a placement of Mora.”

“Instead, the currency that we are going to talk about here is time.” Zhongli smiled, a soothing smile that slowly took your worry away, like how a parent does to their scared child. “The contract will go like this— I will be willing teach you more about the past as you requested, conducted during weekends at this same place for as long as you want during those days…But In exchange for that, the contract requires you to participate in it every time.”

You blinked in disbelief. “…Is that it?”

Closing his eyes, Zhongli felt victorious on the fact that he had successfully calmed you down in a near scared state. “This contract is only made for the both of us to not waste time, you see.” This was said for your own benefit rather than his. Time is nothing valuable for someone like him after all. “What point would we reach if you were to not show up at your own request, yes?”

It took you a while to come in terms with such an easy contract, still in disbelief that you were able to acquire something like it to the point of suspicion. Zhongli’s lips fell into a straight line at this, the change in demeanor within the mentions of contracts was very noticeable. The reason your guard was instantly raised up, how wary you are of the conditions had him thinking that some way, some how, you must’ve had bad experiences with contracts from before. It might be a stretched-out assumption, but you might’ve been scammed before, judging from the over-suspicion you give…Zhongli wanted to click his tongue if that were the case, people like those are a stain to his name as the god of contracts, what would they even gain from deceiving an innocent woman such as you?

“That’s…surprisingly— an easy contract, I don’t know what to say…” Your hands began to fidget together, slowly looking up at him with a hopeful look in your eyes. Somehow, Zhongli felt as if his heart was melting at the sight of it. “…It doesn’t really involve any Mora, right…?”

“Yes. You can have my word for it.” Zhongli nodded, a sincere gesture that captured you immediately. He feels bad that he had to offer a contract even through such simple terms as this, but he of all people knows better than to ignore Liyue’s tradition. Granting you favoritism would bring the order of contracts meaningless now, wouldn’t it?

You finally took a deep breath. “Well then…!” You exclaimed, excitedly. “Please take care of me!”

It was funny, how you both began to converse with each other so casually without registering the fact that the two of you hadn’t even learned each other’s names. It was as if the two of you were both old-time friends, words came out naturally after the agreement. You were a secluded child from what Zhongli could tell, your fascination with history had made sense after knowing that it was your grandparents who raised you. Having only their own experience to share with you as a guide, it was probably the one that sparked your interest. For once, Zhongli found that refreshing about you, that you were now depending on him to learn more just motivates him to do his best in fulfilling his side of the contract.

Having been the one to serve the mighty Morax for so long and experiencing his overall change altogether, Xiao can somehow see why he would be this easily attached to you. “She possesses innocence that I couldn’t help but to protect.” It was no excuse, no lies for he didn’t need to. Zhongli always tells the truth about his feelings whenever he would ask him about you. He was not the type to openly admit such a thing, but it was pretty obvious that this once powerful, war-obsessed god was now deeply smitten by a simple, curious village girl.

“She’s like a flower that continues to bloom beautifully despite the storm raging ahead.” Oh, how times have changed, Xiao could only think as he listens to the god’s musings. If he didn’t know any better, his words that are akin to poetry would’ve been mistaken for that of the Anemo Archon’s. However, he was once again reminded of his usual stern identity when he had begun to drop the flushed demeanor. “However, if there comes a time that I am not there to protect that bloom once that storm indeed decides to rain upon her…”

“…Then, I would like to ask of you to protect her in my stead, Xiao.”

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CONTINUE THE SPICE~?

Hi yes, I’m still alive ( ；∀；) Just really ashamed to post anything cause I feel i have no ｒｉｇｈｔ to show my presence after not posting for so long, yeah— sorry about that lol yume’s motivation is kinda going whoop ↓ ↓ ↓ man…