#not jjk related but I like this and haven't posted in a while so I might as well
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Child of the abyss🐋
#childe#tartaglia#genshin impact#hoyoverse#not jjk related but I like this and haven't posted in a while so I might as well#im more active on insta tho👀
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"Its not gonna fit!" with Geto, Choso, Toji and Gojo! (NSFW)
Just posting this because ive been thinking about writing it for weeks. Enjoy this tiny drabble while I stress over college!
Cw:.. fem!reader x various jjk men, they're mean :(( (toji, gojo too kinda..), choso being too sweet, cunilingus (choso), bad grammar ofcourse, SEX SMASHING INTERCOURSE BABY MAKING FUCKING MAKING LOVE i hope you get the point.
/MDNI//NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!
Gojo is so mean to you. If you say absolutely anything related to his size, or not being able to accommodate to his girth, hes seizing the opportunity to brag and belittle you while doing so.
"Awh baby.. it can't fit? hmm? Is my cock too big? Its okay, cutie, I know I know.. Maybe we just need to pay attention to your little clit, and we'll stretch you out too yeah? Im gonna make sure your little cunt remembers every single one of my veins no matter how long it takes to get in aallllll the way."
Geto (sighs dreamily) I LOVE THIS MAN. Totally much nicer than Gojo, but unintentionally mind-breaks you. His voice btw is so sexy can you imagine how husky it is duirng the deed??? drooling rn.
"Oh, what was that? It wont fit, hm? Thats okay, love. We'll find our way around it. Just gotta stretch you out some more so i can hit that spot you love so much, mhm? Right there isnt it? Yeah, I can tell with the way you're tightening around me. Or what about this? Maybe I'll touch your clit a little more. God... I love seeing you like this. Thats a good girl.. lay down juuust like that. You dont need to think for yourself anymore when I've got you."
Toji is SO mean, and incredibly cocky. Despite knowing damn well he's way too big to bottom out immediately in you, he takes this opportunity be snarky fun of you while destroying your insides.
" 's too big? We'll make it fit, doll. Stop moving like that, you know its just gonna hurt more. Give it a few minutes and you'll be crying like a bitch in heat. Fine. I'll be nice i guess, but im still going all the way in. 's not my fault your pussy's too damn tight. Fuck.. so good.. Yeah, see? Told you you could take it, wipe those tears 'fa me and keep your legs up here on my shoulders, yeah?"
Nanami... ah. He tries so so hard to be nice to you, by slowly bullying his way in your walls, but no matter how many times you do the deed it seems like you can never keep up with his size
"Too much, honey? Its okay, sweetheart. Look, I'll put a pillow just under your back here.. and it'll make you feel much better. Whats that? Feels nicer now? Ill take it slow as always honey, just take your deep breaths... God.. you're always so tight... It feels nice when I touch you right here doesn't it?..Feels deeper? Yes, love, thats the pillow under your back helping you relax. We're gonna have to use that trick next time wont we? Thats it, sweet thing, see? Im almost bottomed out and you haven't even noticed at all."
Choso is too much of a sensitive lover to even think about ever possibly pushing your boundaries. If he ever heard you say anything along the lines of 'too big' he'd pull out immediately and instead eat you out as an apology. (even though you've told him its just something you said in the heat of the moment) (he still leaves you shaking tho.)
#toji x reader#choso x reader#gojo x reader#geto x reader#nanami x reader#jjk smut#im in kahoots for geto rn.#going through my geto phase#(its not a phase.)
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throttle - jjk | four
one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven
warnings - smut, a lil dirty talk over text, titwank, lil spit, lil degradation, lots of praise <3, handjob, showers, vaginal sex, (1) reference to you up?, jungkook cums 3 times in this one, the oc.... does not. CURIOUS. jaykay is soooo smitten :( Busan is proposed!! oh how our throttle couple luv busan <3, the angst is about to go from a 2 to a 6, jk is the pied piper, jk and cc play the desperation olympics, and they both lose!! namjoon is the worst (calls the oc a sket (twice!))
word count - 10.8k
minors dni // posted to wp late 2021 // series masterlist
"Look what the cat dragged in," you smile, all big and bashful as soon as you see him.
It's been a little while; too long, you think. Different schedules and busy personal lives have kept you apart - but none of the distance ever matters. It always melts away with one flash of his pearly smile, which he often tries (and fails) to contain around you.
"I wish," he groans, flopping onto your sofa. You're on the floor, typing away on your laptop, indifferent to the way he just lets himself into your apartment. It's been this way for a while now. "Haven't been near pussy in ages."
You gag, as if he's your brother or something. "Shut the fuck up, Yoongi."
He's dressed down in a pair of jeans and a shirt two sizes too big for him, but you can smell his laundry detergent from where you're sat. He's made an effort.
"You started it," he snorts, eyes not on you, but on your television. It's playing some muted drama that neither of you care for. He knows this, even when he asks you, "Whatcha watching?"
"Dunno," you hum, as predicted. "Just had it on for company."
Yoongi nods, understanding the desire.
He does it too; leaves the television running just so that he doesn't have to be alone with his thoughts.
Things are better these days. He's not as scared as he once was. It's been a couple of weeks, and after all, time heals. Eases. Pacifies.
Yoongi asks what you're doing, and pretends to be shocked when you tell him you're stalking.
"Who is it this time?"
"Just a guy."
"It's never 'just a guy'."
It's morbid, the curiosity that Yoongi forces himself to endure. It's like your nails have a grasp around his heart, and with every beat of it, they sink further into the muscle. The more attached he becomes, the deeper the pain runs.
You don't realise quite how profoundly his blood turns green. He's good at feigning indifference; good at pretending like it is just a crush.
And so he asks questions because he wants to hurt himself a little bit more. Wants his heart to ache. Wants to feel the discomfort he so closely associates with love. It's reached a point where he thinks love has to hurt, otherwise, it's not real.
"Since when has a guy ever been more than just a guy," you toy back. None of your past lovers have ever lasted too long. You doubt Jungkook will, either. Just the way the cookie crumbles.
"Since you fall in love at the drop of a hat," Yoongi smiles. His eyes are slightly clouded, the sombre vapour of burnt-out desire smoking in them.
"I've never been in love," you retort a little too quickly.
It's not a lie, but it makes way for the admittance of something else instead: you just love the attention that comes with men fawning after you.
And so you let Yoongi think that you have the capacity within you to love, because you fear that the love he has for you is conditional; transactional.
You just have to trust that the intentions behind acts of love are pure. You have to trust.
This issue with trust is that it's earned, not owed; and nobody has ever earned your trust. Never. Serpents lie beneath roses, and you'll be damned if you pick one either way, 'cause if it ain't a fang, it's a thorn that'll get you instead.
"Anyways," you hum, not wanting to dwell on the topic. All of your searches of Jungkook's name have garnered minimal results, nothing of which you can be sure relates to him. Now, you need a distraction and Yoongi is as good as any. Your knees click as you stretch out, and Yoongi winces at the sound, before you plonk yourself down on the sofa next to him. "What shall we order for dinner?"
There's a howl of wind sneaking between the cracks in your window panes; a stark reminder that winter is still here, and it's still as bitter as ever. Like the river you walk across on a near-daily basis, your heart will take a while to thaw.
But as with all seasons, winter will mollify; and perhaps so will the ice chains that wrap themselves around your warmest muscle. Maybe. The way Jungkook hugs around your chest when he takes you from behind already has the ice weeping in the dark of night. You think it's just some kind of placebo effect. Best not to get carried away with sensation.
Yoongi says something, but you're not listening. All you can hear is the soft splatter of water dripping from the ice; right down onto the chime that's oscillating in your stomach again. Fuck.
Across the street from your apartment complex sits a black SsangYong. It lurks in the shadows; silent, sinister, stalking.
A curt snap echoes through the car, as Namjoon breaks a Pepero stick in half, much to Jungkook's annoyance.
That's literally not how you eat them, he seethes internally. His nostrils are a little flared, and his eyes are hard as they stare out the window and across to the stairs that lead up to your entryway. It has a plain end for a reason.
Namjoon knows this, obviously. Doesn't care. Can sense the way it's getting under Jungkook's skin, so he does it again.
"No point in us being here," Jungkook eventually huffs, channelling his disdain into something - anything - that isn't how fucking annoying Namjoon is. It's been nearly an hour.
"Whoever owns that heap of shit has to come out, soon," Namjoon says of the Mini parked outside of your apartment block. He mutters under his breath for what must be the millionth time, "Fuckin' Ajumma's car."
"It's a John Cooper Works," Jungkook says a little flippantly. He's not impressed, not by any means, but he knows it isn't something to turn his nose up at. Might look like the kind of thing his mother would have loved, but it packs a punch. Limited edition, factory-grade. One of only two thousand. A mean little beast that'd give his Pony a run for its money, even with the mods.
"Okay? Tell Mr John Cooper that it's still an Ajumma's car," Namjoon shrugs. He doesn't give a shit about imports. They're all weak in comparison to the homegrown beauties he likes to drive. Jungkook could argue for days that he's wrong, but Namjoon simply wouldn't bother to listen - so what was the point? "Anyways," he continues, snapping another chocolate coated stick. It's about now that Jungkook wishes Peperos would have sharp ends so that he could stick them in his ears. "Either the fucker who drives it comes out now, or he says inside and carries on railing the sket until the sun comes up. Doesn't matter which. We've got a car to keep tabs on."
"You don't know he's fucking her-"
"We've both seen her," Namjoon scoffs, mouth half full, a little biscuit dust puffing out from his plump lips. "He's screwing the absolute fuck out of her."
"What does that even mean?" Jungkook's nose really is upturned, now. "You're just being vulgar for the sake-"
"Oh, give over. What was the first thing you said about her?"
"I-"
"Prissy bitch," Namjoon imitates. "Stick up her ass - pretty good ass though."
It almost makes Jungkook laugh, because while his former self isn't wrong (he thinks your ass is a gift from the Gods), he knows that it's your tits he could worship all day long.
If it were him in your apartment, he knows he'd be doing just that. Praising you; Worshipping, devoting, revering. He's never believed in God, not really. Never prays, never looks to the sky and mumbles words of desperation; but when he's beneath you, he finds himself beseeching. Imploring the man in the sky to let him feel the way that he feels when he's inside of you forever. Sometimes he wonders if you must be what heaven feels like. Knows he'd sacrafice himself for it. For you.
In theory, at least. Fears if he tells Namjoon this, he'll have to experience it in practise. He's not ready to, not yet. Just in case he's wrong, and he really does lose the closest thing to heaven that he's ever known.
"I just think we're going to an awful lot of effort for this," he deflects. "The more we know about this girl, the more variables we have to consider, and the less likely it is that we can actually get this shit done."
"We knew less last time," Namjoon says without skipping a beat. He knows this game better than most. Knows that it's imperative that they resolve the mess they made in the gas station as quickly as possible. "And look at where that got us - beating up some fuckin' dude who didn't have a clue what was going on."
"You didn't have to go so hard on him."
"I did. You know I did."
Silence resumes, and remains that way until Namjoon whacks Jungkook on his chest with the back of his hand a few hours later. His attention is diverted from his phone, which drops to his laps as his neck almost snaps to look in the direction of your apartment.
You're laughing as you walk down the stairs from your entryway. Jungkook thinks he can hear you.
He can't. He just remembers. Know the way it almost sounds like you're hiccuping when you start struggling to draw more air into your lungs, too happy to focus on keeping yourself alive.
Your body leans into the guy you're with, and there's an ease to the way you are together, one that has Jungkook feeling all uneasy. He adjusts in his seat - earns himself a hiss from Namjoon for being 'distracting' - and tries to focus on anything but the way you pull the guy in for a hug. It's not necessarily anything more than platonic, but it's not the hug of a stranger, either.
"It's him," Namjoon's voice is low, barely a vibration between his lips. "Guy from the gas station. Sket is shitting where she eats." He laughs. "Un-fucking-believable."
Jungkook says nothing. It's a little hard to speak with the weight of the world crashing down on your lungs, though.
Instead he simply nods, and reaches for his phone.
꾹:
i gotta see you.
꾹:
think i'm going crazy without you.
You don't reply until you're inside, clearing up the remains of the food you'd shared with Yoongi.
You:
i'm not a therapist :/
꾹:
please.
You:
my place or yours?
꾹:
mine.
When Namjoon asks who Jungkook is texting, he lies.
"Just Jin. Says if we have a visual on the driver, we're good to go."
"Good to go?" The question is asked an octave or so higher than Namjoon's usual deep drawl, surprised at such an instruction. "Thought we had to tail?"
Jungkook shrugs. "Change of plan. Says Kang ain't around to report to, so it doesn't matter what we do."
His lies will catch up with him eventually, but not today.
Today, Jungkook gets to pretend like everything is okay for just a little while longer. He's lucky that Jin trusts him enough to get the job done. He won't ask questions, will just know that whatever reason Jungkook had to lie will be worth it in the long run. He's a good worker, part of the team. He'd never intentionally sabotage them.
Or at least, he was a good worker. Was part of the team. Was never one to sabotage. Was one to play by the rules, and always win.
But Jungkook is playing games with trick dice, now. Rolling doubles every single time. He's gonna be the first to reach the exit line, but he's gonna reach it alone.
"Alright," Namjoon sighs, starting the engine up. The lights from his headlamps flare in front of the vehicle, flooding the desolate road. It's always quiet around these parts after it hits midnight.
A little off the beaten track, your place is on the backstreets; somewhere inconspicuous. Somewhere easily hidden. Concealed. The daughter of a politician disguised in breadline poverty.
Jungkook kind of hates that he knows where you live.
Not because he doesn't want to know, but because you haven't shown him. You've always gone back to his. He wouldn't suggest anything else, for fear of being caught without reason down around your side of town. There are only so many times he can lie about late-night boxing sessions without someone catching on.
"What a waste of an evening," Namjoon huffs a little more. He's a smart guy, smarter than Jungkook and probably every other fucker who congregates at Old Kang's place, but he's credulous to an absolute fault when it comes to the fuckers he runs the streets with. Would never betray a single one of them - not even Jungkook.
"It was past your bedtime, like, three hours ago. Consider yourself lucky that you got to stay out and play for this long," Jungkook ribs.
See, Namjoon's partner doesn't like him staying out so late. They worry. Blow up his phone, not to control, but out of concern. They've seen the dark side of the business that the boys are caught up in, and don't want that darkness to stain the colours of the man they love.
It's a mean jibe, and between close friends, it would have been funny -but the pair of them haven't laughed together in weeks.
Not since Jungkook fucked Namjoon's younger sister.
He hadn't meant for it to go as far as it had, but she was keen and he was horny. What's a boy to do?
They'd been in the same year group at school, so it's not like it was the most absurd pairing in the world. Never been friends, not really, but knew each other well enough that they always managed to strike up a conversation after a few drinks.
She was always hanging around the bars the boy went to, and Jungkook had been letting his hair down; one last night of freedom before he had to knuckle down and start the job Kang was assigning them.
He'll never admit it, but your assumptions about him on the first night you met were right. The KNJ on his phone was a FWB turned far too clingy: Kim Naejeon.
Needless to say, Namjoon hasn't exactly been Jungkook's biggest fan since he found out. Such is life.
Jungkook's phone buzzes in his lap, and he's relieved to see two little c's on the screen where the message ID is.
You: time?
꾹: just on my way home.
꾹: lemme send a taxi to yours.
Sat on your floor again, laptop open with your last search - jungkook, daegu, pony - on screen, you find yourself deafened by the chime in your stomach. It rings like the theme to a studio ghibli film, all pompous and ridiculous, and warm and lovely.
You sound like a banshee, squeaking with badly handled excitement. The shrill noise that escapes your lips as you throw your phone onto the sofa is borderline psychotic.
You never get like this over a boy.
You don't actually think you've ever squealed over a boy before, but one small act of chivalry - the bare minimum - has you doing somersaults.
It's funny, because it's not like he's the first guy to ever suggest sending a taxi your way. Unlike all of Yoongi's offers, though, you accept. You play it all cool and coy by simply sending him through your address, not like he needs it.
꾹: on its way.
꾹: i can't wait to see you.
You're not really sure how to deal with such a declaration. It's needy and pathetic and if it were any other boy, it would have you throwing up in your mouth - but it's not just any boy. It's him.
You: someone's a little desperate.
You don't have it in you to play nice, even if your grin is wider than the river behind your apartment block. Jungkook doesn't expect any less. In fact, he smiles when the message comes through - and quickly stiffens his cheeks again, not wanting Namjoon to make a comment.
꾹: desperate?
꾹: i'm not sure this is a game you want to play, CC.
Oh, how wrong he is.
You: i love games.
The double-entendre isn't lost on him, but any ability to not let you affect him is. Blood pumps around his body faster. Harder. It rushes, almost, with a single destination in mind. Makes him adjust ever so slightly in his seat, his spare hand coming to rest between his legs. He used to think he had self-control, but you're constantly surprising him.
He's learnt more about himself since he met you than he has in years. Realised that he isn't maybe who he thinks he is. Doesn't dwell on it, though, 'cause he enjoys the way it feels when the crotch of his trousers gets tighter.
꾹: i only like them when i win.
You: i only ever win.
꾹:we'll see about that tonight.
You: oh?
꾹: see who really is the desperate one.
You: its you :) x
The taxi arrives far faster than you expect, but Jungkook is pleased when he checks the app and sees the car en-route to his. He takes a note of the number plate and the registered driver. Doesn't trust the drivers around here. They're too fast without enough skill, he always thinks. Has lost count of the number of busses he's seen rear-end asshole taxi drivers. Luckily the roads are dead at this time of night, but he'll be damned if anything happens to you.
꾹: sure about that?
꾹: i know a few ways to get you a little desperate.
You: you don't know shit.
꾹: i know you get a little desperate when my hand is round your throat.
You: bullshit.
꾹: i know you get incredibly desperate when my fingers are in your mouth.
You: your fingers have never been in my mouth.
It's a lie. Of course it is. It's kinda become rare for the two of you to fuck without them being in your mouth at some point or another, whether it's to clean them off or just to give him a visual of just how devoted you look when he does it. He loves it and so do you.
꾹: no?
Jungkook almost ignores Namjoon as he asks, "what are you smiling at?", only to tell him that it's none of his business, lowering the brightness of his screen and clicking through into his camera roll.
He's a visual guy. Likes the things he can see. Tangible stuff. The photo that comes through to your phone has you flustered.
It's just the lower half of your face, and Jungkook's distinctive, tattooed hands in your mouth. There's a sheen to your lips. His fingers, too.
It's alarming how quickly you've become so comfortable with him. You barely know the guy. Shame that the alarm bells are always muted by the chime in your stomach.
You: must be some other girl ;)
꾹: told you already, CC.
꾹: i'm not interested in any other girls.
꾹: i only wanna see you.
When a picture of your legs, crossed and poised prettily in the back of the taxi, comes through to his phone, he's pleased. You're wearing tights. It's one of his favourite things a girl can wear - though he's not really sure why. He just loves how soft they are, how smooth they feel against his skin. Has him thinking about running his hands up and down them, and the way he knows you'll be looking all smug when he does so.
You: i'll see u soon x
You: desperate ;)
Jungkook thinks about locking his phone. Thinks about leaving you hanging. Thinks about the fact it will probably put you on edge a little if he doesn't reply - but he's weak. Knows that not replying will just put him on edge instead.
꾹: will it make you feel better if i admit it?
You: yes.
꾹: fine.
꾹: been thinking about you since the moment you left my apartment last.
꾹: impossible not to when my fucking pillows smell like you.
꾹: think about you when i smell gasoline at kangs.
꾹: think about you when i stop at red lights.
꾹: also think about how fucking wet you were the last time we stopped at one.
꾹: i'm at a red light right now.
꾹: god, i gotta fuck you.
You: told you you were desperate :)
꾹: i am.
You: how do you want me tonight?
꾹: naked.
You: that goes without saying, no?
꾹: naked and begging.
You: i don't beg.
You: not for any man.
꾹: c'mon, CC. a little reciprocation goes a long way.
꾹: you got me on my metaphorical knees.
꾹: be nice of you to get on yours.
You roll your eyes as the taxi rolls to a stop downtown, just by Jungkooks place. It parks on the wrong side of the street, but you pay it no notice. Chalk it up to a GPS error on the app.
You: i'm pulling up to yours now. you home yet?
꾹: not yet. be about 5. let yourself in. code is 0901.
There's a casual intimacy to the way in which Jungkook trusts you with his door code. It's an act of convenience, not anything to read too much into, but you're a creature of habit. Assumptions are your bread and butter. If there are conclusions to be jumped to, you're getting your pole vault out. Setting a new PB. Going for the world record.
So no, it doesn't have to mean anything. You know it probably doesn't - but you indulge in the 'what if' just for the hell of it.
His apartment is cold, the ondol off, one of the windows cracked open ever so slightly to let the air out. Winters are dry round these parts, and Jungkook has an odd paranoia around developing black mould in his apartment. It's not unwarranted - he's pretty sure his last place made him sick because of it. Knows for certain that it made his mother weaker before she passed. Refuses to let history ever repeat itself.
You're unaware of this, though, and slide the window shut. It's the height of winter, and he knows damn well if he's gonna get lucky tonight that it's gotta be a little bit warmer in his apartment.
You take a moment to refamiliarise yourself with his place. There's not much. A little furniture, some prints you recognise from the market downtown up on his wall. There are no personal artifacts, though. No more clues as to who Jungkook really is. You'll have him naked tonight, granted, but you won't have him naked. He won't be vulnerable; laid bare.
But you're not exactly gonna complain when you have him bare in the other sense.
In fact, you think you much prefer it this way. It'll be easier to let him go when the time inevitably comes.
You toss your coat on his desk chair and your shoes are kicked beneath it, not caring much for neatness. The rest of your clothes follow suit, and then you're waiting, all desperate and pliant, just like he asked for.
Though you're not one to beg, you're aware of how nicely he had requested - and how hot and bothered he had gotten you en-route to his place.
There's a thrum in your chest, and it beats to the same harmonious melody that the chime in your stomach produces.
Back straight, feathers smoothed, you're a songbird waiting for someone to hear your call. It only takes a few moments, the beep of Jungkook's keypad echoing through the door as he punches in the code adding a new layer to your song.
"Hey," he calls through, his voice muffled slightly through the sliding partition doors. The glass is frosted, but you can make out his silhouette as he kicks his shoes off by the door. "Just been on a job. Emergency at an office building downtown. Some bad wires. Tripped."
The lies roll off his tongue like butter in a hot pan. They sizzle. Spit. Burn you and scar you with the portrayal of a man who isn't who he pretends to be.
Thing is, Jungkook is exactly who he pretends to be.
He really does get too hot in the night, and genuinely does find videos of kids falling over far funnier than he knows he should. His hair sticks up on end when he wakes up, and he loves his car more than life itself. The way he winces after taking shots, and his dimples, which form in moments of contemplation beneath his cheeks, are entirely natural to him.
None of it - none of him - is a lie. At his core, Jungkook is the idea in your head; the yellow of midafternoon sun before it sets.
He's the amber light that flashes before fading into red.
That's his issue, though. Inevitably, he will always, unavoidably, turn red.
Jungkook likes to tell himself he's not a bad person. He just does bad things, occasionally. But don't we all?
Yeah, the voice in his head would rationalise. But bad things are sneakily not paying for plastic carrier bags at supermarket self-checkouts, or failing to tell a friend they have food stuck in their teeth. Not petty violent crimes and conspiracy to-
"Took your time," you flirt.
It takes him longer than he'd like to get from his kitchen and to where you are, his laces proving to be a bit of a bitch when he's in a hurry. He's dressed down, a pair of light wash jeans clinging to his thighs for dear life, a baggy grey sweater hiding that itty bitty waist of his.
You find yourself smiling, his presence bringing more than just the promise of satisfied desire.
It's dangerous how you can't hear anything other than the chime in your stomach whenever you see him. Might deafen you one day. Or maybe you'll hear it so often that it will just fade into white noise. Not a favourable outcome, not by any stretch of the imagination.
"Holy fuckin' shit."
You tilt your head and feign confusion, as if you don't know why he's salivating like a dog being offered a bone. You're on your knees, as requested, palms flat on the tops of your thighs; not naked, but you may as well be. A lace red set leaves little to the imagination, one of his flannel shirts draped over your shoulders to keep you warm - but also 'cause he seems like the kind of guy to eat that shit up.
So while you're right where he wanted you, as he struggles to form a coherent sentence, he's exactly where you wanted him.
Finally, he finds a few words.
"Desperation looks good on you, CC."
Arrogant son of a bitch, you think, but there's a grin on your lips that you just can't hide.
"Mmm," you flirt, not caring to drag things out. You want him so badly that hard to get seems like a dumb idea. "Maybe - but I think you'll find I look better on your dick."
His shoulders pull up towards his ears, head dropping as a small laugh vibrates in his throat at the boldness of such a statement.
"You're not wrong - but I like this," he says, closing the space between you. His voice is soft, as one of his hands cups your cheek and angles your jaw upwards so that you're looking directly at him. His thumb traces your bottom lip, and - almost like you've been conditioned - your lips part for it to rest on your tongue. "I like this a lot."
Your lips close around it, tongue massaging his thumb as you slowly suck on it.
It's gentle, and warm, and - fuck - he's spent so long thinking about the way your mouth feels but it never compares to actually experiencing it. Your lips vibrate as you hum, satisfied with the effect you seem to be having on him.
His lips are parted, eyes void of all thoughts, as if you've bewitched him. Maybe you have. He wouldn't put it past you. There's something dark behind your eyes, something he doesn't quite understand. Something he knows better than to let himself study for too long.
Jungkook's room is dark, the glow of his fairy lights dousing him in soft reservoirs of gold. The light from his kitchen pours in behind him, his back to the clouded screen door, a halo circling around his darling blonde waves. Your eyes must be betraying you, you think, 'cause there's no way a man this heavenly exists. It's impossible.
"Bet you're wet, aren't you?" he toys, voice low, a teasing grin on those pretty pink lips of his. He may look like an angel, but there's a pair of horns hidden beneath his curls.
There's no hesitation as you nod, vocalisations cut short thanks to his thumb remaining snug between your lips. Why lie? He wants you desperate, so he's getting exactly that. You think he deserves it. Think he always makes you feel good, so why not indulge him in this little fantasy? You can play desperate, if he really wants.
"Show me," he says so quietly it's almost a whisper; almost as if he doesn't believe he's asking you to do such a thing for him. It's not like it would be the most outlandish exchange the pair of you have had together, but the vulnerability is never easy.
Never easy to ask for, never easy to give. Especially not when Jungkook is harbouring secrets that he knows would shatter the fortress walls he's built up around the pair of you.
You're unaware of this as your hand creeps between your thighs, to where a mess is pooling in your panties.
It annoys you just how eager you are for him. You wish you weren't; wish he had to work for it. The tips of your fingers push against your entrance, but it's all just for show - you've been wet since the moment he first messaged you that evening.
You let your eyes fall to his crotch. It's strained, the pale denim doing an awful job at hiding how hard he is. He's been plump the entire journey home, but now that he's here - now that you're looking like that - he's solid.
He watches you, the way you move, the slight heave of your chest, and knows that you're down just as bad as he is. You wouldn't be on your knees if you weren't. In fact, you wouldn't be here, full stop.
You reach for his belt and set about getting to work immediately. His jeans are pushed to midway down his thighs, boxers following suit. The way his cock springs out of them, all fat and proud, has you salivating.
And so it's only fair that you take it in your mouth as soon as you can.
He reaches behind you and tweaks at the clasp of your bra. It loosens almost instantly, and you hum in approval of how easily he managed to do that. You let the straps slide down your arms, his cock still in your mouth as you toss it to the side.
"Between them," he instructs.
It's tempting to just do as he says. Irresistible, almost. You want him between your tits just as much as he wants to be there, but you want him more vocal. Want him begging. It's his own fault for getting you into such a submissive position. It's a flaw, the way you need to level the playing field, but one that he never fails to deliver on.
"C'mon, CC," he whispers, voice dulcet, trapped in his throat as he suppresses a moan. "Put my cock between your tits."
Your hands fall from the backs of his thighs to play with your breasts, your nipples hard and eager for him. Vibrating around his mouth as you moan, you're pleased with the grip he has on your hair. It tightens, and when he speaks, you're convinced his voice could make you cum alone, "I'm not gonna ask you again."
His cock takes a few more strokes of your hot mouth before you withdraw, stiff and flushed in front of you. He encourages you up so that you're sat on your knees, ass up instead of resting on your ankles as it had been. There's a string of your slick running from your heels to your pussy, the mess desperately seeping from you. Jungkook can't see it, isn't aware of it, so before you do anything, you dip two of your fingers between your folds to gather it up. He watches with laboured breaths.
You don't drop contact with his eyes, not even when they're trained on your fingers. He watches as you hold them up, glittering from the reflection of his fairy lights, before your tongue licks them clean. His cock jerks, the visual stimulation building his need to come undone by tenfold.
There's a little bit of your slickness still on your fingers when you pump his cock, once, twice, three times.
"Sorry, baby," you toy with the term of endearment, the groan he exhales when you say it confirming that you need to call him sweet nothings more often. "Where did you want your cock, again?"
He's been avoiding touching your chest, not wanting to take control of the situation, but your shoulders roll back just a little, your soft mounds his for the taking. His grip drops from your hair, the tips of his fingers ghosting your chest. He runs them delicately across your stiff nipples, his touch so minimal that you feel yourself leak, pussy throbbing, desperate for more.
Resting perfectly between his index finger and thumb, your nipples are pulled ever so slightly, before he finally indulges himself and cups your tits like he so desperately wants to. He holds them together and wobbles them, obsessed with how soft they are. He edges closer, the tip of his cock nudging against your cleavage. There's a small trail of precum leaking from his tip, the sheen now coating your skin. "Right there."
Spit gathers and pools in your mouth, lips pouting as you let it drip onto your tits. Jungkook groans, his hips pushing his cock further onto your chest. You hold your tits apart, his leaking crown kissing your sternum before you angle him upwards. The soft, pillowy cushions press around his thick shaft, keeping him firmly in place.
"That's it, baby," he mewls as you spit again, this time onto the head of his cock. You drop your gaze and lower your head, tongue flat as it licks the tip, spreading your spit. His hips are jerking against you, his foreskin nestled in place, cock tugging against itself.
"Look at me," he says quietly, as dulcet as the atmosphere in his room. Your eyes meet his, as your hands firmly jiggle your cleavage. His mouth hangs ajar, brows knotted in such a way you think he looks like his mind is all tangled up. You're not wrong - he can't think straight like this. All he can think about is how much he wants to fuck you in every single capacity he can. "That's it."
You grin, but try to hide it. "You like my tits, huh?"
Jungkook wants to roll his eyes, and almost does - but then you spit again, the pace of your jiggling hands quickening, and he finds himself doubling over.
"Fuck," he whines, completely undignified. Any strong, stable demeanour he has feigned is lost as his cock gets slippery, covered in your spit, being massaged by your tits. "Spit."
The momentum is retained, but it's getting sloppier. There's limited friction, your spit acting as the perfect lube for him to fuck your tits. He doesn't really know what to do with himself, how to withhold himself from spilling onto your chest, but he's all hot and bothered. He isn't gonna last long.
"Bed," he husks, pulling away from you, not even registering the fact he's helping you up. He just kind of does it, his mind entirely on where he wants to be. "On your back."
You do as you're told, your bare back hitting his freshly laundered duvet as your head nestles into his mountain of pillows. His legs straddle either side of your chest, movements frantic as he traps his cock between your tits once more. He's in control, the pace entirely set by him, his large hands gripping the flesh of your chest like he normally does your waist.
"Shit," he hisses. "Fuckin' love your tits."
Your hands grip his ass, encouraging his movements, before one of them roams to toy with your clit. The change in your moans is noticed by Jungkook, who glances back to check you're doing what he thinks you are. Suspicions confirmed, he laughs. "Dirty bitch," he keens. "Love being owned by my cock, don't you?"
You pause, and Jungkook notices a look in your eyes. It's one he knows well; one he enjoys. Nonetheless, one that panics him when he's in such a compromising position, because it looks like you've just been challenged.
With a pathetic, pouty mewl, you push your fingers into yourself. It's quick, your fingers pumping frantically to build enough slickness on them to wipe the smirk off Jungkooks face.
The hand that's still on his ass squeezes, your nails indenting him ever so slightly. He hisses, a lopsided grin on his lips as he continues to fuck your chest - until the feeling of your soaked fingers stroking his taint has him stuttering.
You apply a little pressure, the pump of his cock slow between your tits. His breaths are laboured. It almost sounds like he gasping for air, unable to concentrate on anything but the sensation of you.
Brows furrowed, eyes wide, you pout. "Thought I was being owned by your cock, baby?" You tease him, and are met with him cursing you out, a saccharine smile on his lips.
"Fucking hate you," he laughs, abs shuddering as your fingers trails further up. They're stroking, caressing, toying - and they don't stop. Not until they reach the tight muscle of his that you're just dying to penetrate. He's silent now. Doesn't want to tell you that he wants it, but fuck it, he does. He pulls back, eyes on yours. There's a hint of a nod, but you're not gonna do anything too daring unless he explicitly asks for it.
Your soaked finger presses against him, cautious not to take it too far. You're still learning each other; what you both like, and you aren't sure where his limits lie.
"Yes? No?" you question, eyes earnest. His ass has never been explicitly discussed between the pair of you, but he also never ruled it out, either.
He's quiet, but smiles when he shakes his head. "Not yet, C. Another time, though."
"I'll hold you to that," you tease, curious about his desires. You wanna know all the ways you can get him off, and you think you'll be willing to do almost anything. In fact, you know you will. All he has to do is say the word, and your tongue will be wherever he wants it.
His eyes roll back, and so do his hips. "And I'll hold you to the offer."
It's a rarity, he's found, for girls to be so bold. He's always had to be the one to initiate his own pleasure, or to just finish quicker than he'd like because his partner was already done. He likes this about you. Likes that you like to fuck. Likes that you apparently, for whatever reason, seem to especially like fucking him.
It's thoughts like these - something about luck, fate - that plague his mind as he pushes his cock between your tits again. It's fast, and it's sloppy, and it's wet, and soon enough, he isn't thinking at all. All he can do is feel - your warmth, your softness - and then all he can feel is how fucking good it is to be with you.
When he comes, he comes hard. It hits your throat, coating you in everything he is. A moan catches in his throat, eyes closed, hands pushing your tits so tight together that it fucking hurts - but he's shaking, and you know that his orgasm has him unable to realise just how strong his grip is.
It's not till he looks down at you, all breathless and blushed that he realises. There's a sheen on your chest, and he knows better than to dirty you all over again - but he's a creature of habit. His grip loosens, chest heaving as his hands begin to stroke at your tits. They fill his palms, overspill blooming between his spread fingers as he gently remedies them of his strength. It's unintentional, though not minded, how he spreads his cum as he does so.
You try and keep a straight face, but it's impossible, and then you're both laughing. It echoes around his room like the missing instrument to the song in your stomach. You aren't really sure why you're laughing. Nor is he. You're just happy. The pair of you remain this way for a moment or so, casually enamoured with how easy things are; how easy they could be.
"C'mon, CC," he speaks fondly, but spanks your titty for the fun of it regardless. "Let's get you cleaned up."
There's a tender nature to the way Jungkook moves your body. So docile, he's a world away from the version of himself that you'd just had in his bed.
This Jungkook - the one gently pulling your hair back so it doesn't get too wet while you wait for the shower to fully heat up - is so well mannered that you couldn't imagine him cursing, let alone calling you a bitch during sex.
Something about it, about him, has you feeling far more infatuated than you should be at this stage.
You're not ready for all this. Not prepared for the way you're feeling. It scares you. Gets you wanting to grab the towel and make a swift exit - but then he kisses your neck, hands on your hips, chest pressed into your back, and you realise that there's no place you'd rather be.
He reaches out to check the temperature of the water that's steaming into his bathroom, and decides it's just right. It's not that the water is particularly hot, just that his bathroom is bloody freezing.
Your reflection in his mirror is a vision of beauty; eyes trained on him, skin tainted by what would have been his legacy. Part of him doesn't want to wash it away. Just wants to marvel at you. Study the way your skin dimples and bumps when you're cold; then remembers that you can't cum when you're cold, so you probably aren't enjoying this as much as he is. He lifts the showerhead from its holder, and lets the water pour over you, and you alone.
The warmth has your shoulders easing almost instantly, and Jungkook feels a little guilty for having kept you cold so selfishly.
He's quiet as he rinses himself from you, contemplative dimples perching themselves beneath his cheeks. He barely utters a word for the entire shower; just peppers your shoulders in kisses.
It's not till you turn to face him, taking the showerhead from his hand and begin rinsing his body that he finally speaks up.
He takes a moment to study you first; watch the way your eyes glaze over his body, following the trajectory of the water, making sure you don't miss a single inch of his skin. Your lashes are dark, hiding your eyes from him, and he doesn't like it. Instinctively, his hands cup your jaw, bringing your eyes to his.
"Thank you."
His lips are on yours, soft, no pressure - and then they're not. They're trailing down your neck instead, as if he can't decide which part of you he wants to devour.
'All of you' is the correct answer, but he eats for pleasure, not for sustenance.
Easily, he could have you for everything that you are within a few seconds - but he wants to savour you. Wants to hear the way your breath hitches as his tongue flicks against your earlobe; feel your fingers dig into his scalp as he paws at your round ass. He wants the memory of your body in his hands, 'cause he fears you're like sand, and that his grasp won't be able to keep hold of you forever.
His bathroom is cramped, more like a wetroom, and the same grey tiles are on the walls that are on the floor. Shower attached to the sink, it's the standard for one-room apartments around these parts.
Yours is the same - but you do have the added luxury of boujie conditioners and loofas to soften the blow.
Jungkook has a 2-in-1 body wash and shampoo combo, and doesn't see the point in fancy scrubs when the labour of his job leaves his hands all rough anyway.
In your right mind, you'd moan about it. Tell him that he's such a boy, or that next time, he's coming to yours for a shower - but you're distracted by the hardness of his cock against your stomach and his hands cupping at your chest while he kisses you. The stream of water makes it borderline impossible to open your eyes, so you revel in the way it feels to be overwhelmed by everything he is.
"Again?" You mumble into his lips, to which you're met with a nod.
You slip your rings off and hear them clink against the porcelain of his sink, praying that your aim is correct and they won't end up down the drain. He hums a small purr of confusion, questioning your actions, and then groans an 'oh' into your mouth when your hand clasps around the base of his cock.
"Gentle," he reminds you, still sensitive but desperate for you once more.
His lips leave yours, head tilting back as he revels in your touch. Neither of you speak, but there's really not much to say. You'd just be making noise for the sake of it.
Regardless, there's a weight in your chest, clamping down on your lungs, that makes talking seem impossible. Might be trepidation. Might be nothing at all - but it sure does feel like something.
You marvel at the column of his thick neck as it stretches back, and think how pretty it would look covered in purple and pink, the bruise of your intimacy staining his skin just like it has done your heart.
Your movements pause when you realise you're thinking about your fucking heart. You're not sappy. You don't attribute sex to love, and the idea of even falling in love has you wanting to run for the hills.
It's been said before that the heart is just a muscle. It has no real bearing on your emotions, nor your amatory exploits.
But when the thoughts of your feelings cloud your mind with dainty pink vapours, all sparkly and strawberry scented, you can't help but feel like you're in danger.
In your chest, you can feel your heart ache.
So yeah, it is just a muscle, but muscles get worn out.
Jungkook notices your hesitation. He casts his eyes down to check you're okay. His crown rests against the wet tiles, water-saturated hair stuck to his face, lashes damp and lips all pouty. The man is a vision. Naked, bare, vulnerable. Yours for the taking, or so it seems. His eyes are heavy-lidded, deep brown; sweet as chocolate, sinful as straight whisky.
"You good?" He asks quietly, only for you to nod and pick the pace up again. His eyes stay on yours as a laboured grunt escapes his lips, brows pinching together. The way you feel around him is so good. Not too tight, just the way he likes it. Fingers all dainty, nails painted red, it's a sight he thinks about when he's alone more than he cares to admit. He's thick and hot in your grasp, working his foreskin up and down his shaft.
There are goosebumps on your skin, body positioned just out of the shower stream because you wanted to look at him; watch as you wound him up, just to make him unravel again. He pulls you closer, hands cupping your jaw as he kisses you, until you're beneath the water again.
His tongue is in your mouth as his hand drops to meet yours. So much larger than your own, his fingers clasp around yours and joins the effort, speeding up. He doesn't say anything else, but he's struggling to kiss you, now. His lips are ajar, resting against yours, little purrs of satisfaction finding a home on your tongue.
"Yeah?" You encourage a little breathlessly, as if you're the one moments away from ruin. "That's it, Kook."
He nods, as the hand that isn't on yours tangles in the back of your hair to keep you close. His hand works to increase the pace, making it a little rougher. There's a wetness between your legs that isn't from the shower, but you're too focused on him - on making him feel good, on being what he needs - to bother doing anything about it. He'll return the favour later, you're sure. He always does.
His grip on your hand loosens, leaving it up to you to finish the job. It only takes a second or two, and then you're milking him, thick white cum desecrating your hand and spurting into your stomach. There's not much, most of it spent on your chest earlier. He shudders, one of his legs a little more so than the other, his moans lost in the pitter-patter of the shower until they become nothing more than hot, heavy breaths.
And then, because quite frankly he doesn't know how to articulate how good, how fucking precious, how god damn infuriatingly beautiful you are, he kisses you again. Though his tongue is soft as it strokes against yours, his piercing is hard - much like his cock which is still firm against your stomach. He encourages your arms up and around his neck, hugging tightly. Your chest presses to his, nipples hard, tits pillowy and soft, and Jungkook swears he'll risk it all for you.
Thinks it would be worth it.
He'd do this wherever with you; in his crappy apartment, in a hotel he'll pay far too much for, in a derelict motel that hides you both when it inevitably becomes time to run.
Thing is, he knows you now. Knows you'll never run with him. Knows that when you find out, he'll never get to do this ever again. It makes him want to cry. Makes him wanna get on his knees and beg for forgiveness before you even know you're mad at him.
You don't forgive. You don't forget, either. You wouldn't be working in a shitty GS25 if you did. He knows this. Knows that as soon as the truth is out, so is he.
And so Jungkook lies. "Come to Busan with me."
Your noses are nestled together, and you can feel his words against your lips. The shower keeps on pouring, but it won't cleanse him of his sins. The water still runs red, even if you can't see it.
"Busan?"
He nods, steals a kiss, and begins to build upon the weak foundations he's formed. "I gotta go visit home. Been putting it off. Think it'll be more bearable with you there."
You kiss him back. Partially because you want to, but mainly because you don't know what the fuck to say. Your heart rate has doubled. Trebled. In fact, you're not sure it's beating anymore.
Family isn't a subject either of you has divulged in, not really. You fear that him opening up requires reciprocation, and that's just not something you're willing to give. Not to him, nor anyone else for that matter.
"When?" You finally murmur, pressing a kiss to his cheek before pulling away to slip your rings back onto your fingers.
He doesn't want you to meet his family. Doesn't want you anywhere near them - but when the time comes, he needs you to know why he ended up here. Needs you to know that everything he's done, rightfully or wrongfully, has been for them.
Doing right by them means doing wrong by you, but he didn't know you when all this started.
Didn't know that you're the type to point out every trash cat you see, or that you make up little songs to soundtrack almost everything you do (regardless of the fact you're tone-deaf). He didn't know that you drank peach tea like it's water, or that you'd somehow taste a little bit like it too. He didn't know that you'd become his favourite flavour, or that the scent of your perfume would have him hugging his fucking pillows for days after you slept over.
He didn't know.
Didn't fuckin' know.
And now he does. And it's tearing him apart.
He's a good liar, though, so you don't notice just how cut up he is when he shrugs and twists the shower tap off. He reaches around for the towel and begins to wrap you up when he says, "Next weekend?"
When he's like this - voice soft, skin bare, tucking the top of the towel over against your chest - it's like you've got the upper hand. There's no battle being fought between the pair of you, and yet you don't feel like equals. Feels like the balls in your court. You just don't realise you're playing different games.
There's pitter-patter beneath your feet and a chime in your stomach. You shuffle between his feet, his arms wrapped around you, lips pressing a kiss against your hair.
"I'll have to check the rota," you say, but you know you'll just ask Yoongi to swap shifts if you are scheduled on. "But I haven't been to Busan in a while. I'd like to come."
His eyes are hot as he presses them shut, chin resting on your head. You think the stutter in his chest is just a hiccup, so you smile. Without the sound of the shower, he can hear his phone buzzing, vibrating on his desk in the next room over.
"Gotta get that," he says, squeezing you before loosening his grip and reaching for a small towel that barely covers his ass. The air is cold against his skin as he opens the bathroom door. Steam gushes out of the room, and so does the hazy, cum-drunk atmosphere the pair of you had created. You miss it the second your skin begins to pebble, goosebumps chilling you, the hair on your arms stood up on end. Almost like someone's walking over your grave.
Maybe just leading you to an early one. Either, or.
You hear him as he mumbles on the phone - "Jin. Yeah? What's up? Cool, can do." - but ignore it. Steam has fogged up the mirror, creating a cloudy canvas for you to do your worst upon. It's childish, yes, but nothing stops you from drawing a little something on there to remind him of you next time he showers.
An uneasy weight sits on your chest when you look at what you've done. It's nothing bad, but part of you thinks you'll regret it - but that part of you is silent when he calls through for you.
When you emerge a few moments later, you're casual as you ask him who was on the other end of the line. He says 'a friend,' and then clarifies that it's 'one of the boys' because he doesn't want you to think the worst. It's an answer you accept.
Dropping the towel, you're unbothered by his eyes as you spend a few moments naked. You're just reaching for his shirt, but the way you move, how your muscles flex above your bones, but the soft flesh of your curves moves without your control has him feeling all kinds of fucked up. He's never wanted anyone more; never known that it was possible to feel such a way.
He tells himself it's just hormones. He's fucking empty, entirely spent on you. That's gotta be the reason. Some kind of primal desire type thing.
Even he's shocked when he begins to talk.
"You can't ever leave."
It's barely a whisper, his voice small, though the weight of his words is so incredibly large.
"Need you here forever."
It's the way that Jungkook talks in such certain terms that has the chime in your stomach ringing again.
You're sure he must have broken a thousand hearts with words like that. You wonder if there are still girls across the city pining after him, thinking about the way his breath feels on their skin as he fucks himself into them. Wonder if the fondness in his eyes is because of you, or because he's just riding a post-climax endorphin high.
"You don't mean that," you tell him, because you don't believe he does.
He shakes his head. Senses the challenge in your voice, and smiles. "You think I'm lying?"
"Think you haven't reached post-nut clarity, yet."
"You'll have to fuck me again, then. Third time lucky."
The third time comes in the morning.
It's still dark outside, Jungkook waking you with dainty kisses along your shoulders, his hands pawing at your tits.
"Morning," he husks into your neck when your hand goes to join his on your chest. "Dreamt about you."
"You are so full of shit," you laugh.
Truth be told, he didn't really sleep. Looked at you for far too long. It's borderline creepy, he thinks, how utterly obsessed he is. Part of him doesn't understand it, but the rest of him does.
You're forbidden.
He can't help but want you.
Jungkook may be Adam, but you're no Eve. You're that damn snake. Or maybe you're the fruit. He doesn't know at this point; just knows that he's eaten it, and he's pretty sure it's poisonous.
"Am not," he grins, riding that poison high. "What did you dream about?"
He's repulsed he's even asking such a thing.
"Can't remember," you pout, turning to face him. Dreams always elude you. It's frustrating, but at least you're not having nightmares. "What about you? What were we doing? Where did we go?"
Just like him, the fact you're asking him questions like that has you wanting to die.
"Busan."
It's not a lie this time. He isn't looking at you, though, so you half think it is.
He's just focused on the hand of his that's toying with your hair, pushing strands away from your face. The only reason he isn't looking at you is because he's embarrassed.
"Busan?" You ask, reminded of his proposition from the night before.
"Mhmm," he nods, his hair no doubt tangling against the pillow. "You 'n' me."
Again, you don't know if it's a lie, but oh what a beautiful one it would be.
"We were on the beach," he continues. "Not really doing much. Just sort of existing."
You laugh, eyes fond but away from his. You're looking at his hair now, too, playing with it. Mirroring his actions. Reciprocating. "Existing?"
"Existing," he says, refusing to clarify. You're distracted when you notice the way his smile brightens. No longer contemplative, he's got a dimple that only comes out when he's beaming all big and bashfully. "I like existing with you."
And so exist you do, in his bed for the next hour and a half. There's no talk of any substance and yet you're chattering for the entire time. He barely even kisses you. Just wants to hear you talk. Wants to hear your perspective on the world, and all the assumptions you make about it.
Jungkook's duvet is shitty quality. The heat it traps is minimal, but you'd take a morning beneath his sheets in the height of winter over being back at your place any day.
It's thoughts like these that make your feet itchy. Makes you wanna run. Bolt. Head for the hills and never look back - but you're locked in place by his arm over your torso. Faint light pours in through the clouded glass of his window panes, curtains apparently too much of a luxury despite the holes in the wall where a rail once sat, and you study the dark ink marking his skin.
There's a story to be told from reading his arms, but you haven't figured that out yet. No google search of his name could ever match the lore embedded in his skin. The tips of your glossy red nails trace the lines in awe, wondering how many people have had this luxury before you.
You wonder who sat by his side during the tattoo appointments, and who laughed with fondness as he winced in pain. Whose hand did he hold? Whose suggestions did he listen to for placements? It plagues your mind like a disease, turning the rubies in your veins to emeralds.
Who are you, you think to yourself. And why am I feeling like this?
It's only a matter of a time - a few languid movements and a couple affirmations later - until he's fucking himself into you again. Predictable, really. Money would be wasted on a fortune teller, and yet you want to go and see one anyway just to confirm whether or not you get to keep him forever.
Lazy and slow, the sex is just an accompaniment to the way he's kissing you. His cock is thick and deep as it fills you, but his hips are sluggish and tepid.
It's almost laughable that the sex is an afterthought.
By its basic definition Jungkook is fucking you - but he's fucked you enough times for you to know how likes to conduct his lays. Quick, fast, to the point. Finish line in his sights.
This doesn't feel like that.
It doesn't feel like that at all.
Even the way his kisses you as his cock stiffens and pulses, unloading itself into you isn't familiar. It's short, his stamina not back up to his usual performance, but it's so deep you think it might be fatal. Any chance you had of getting your heart out of this alive? Yeah. Good luck.
He groans into your mouth, tells you how good you feel, and presses his lips so tightly shut that it's almost as if he's scared he'll never kiss you again.
It's interesting, the way that Jungkook doesn't make you cum. Sure, the sex is good. You've enjoyed it all - but you're currently on 3-0. You chalk it up to a lack of realisation. Innocent inconsideration.
See, his words may betray him, but he's trying to be better. Trying not to drag you further into the web of lies he's woven around the pair of you. Issue is, you've mistaken it for silk. You're comfortable. Enjoy where you are.
He thinks it doesn't count; thinks that if he's the only one who finishes, then you won't be falling for him in the way that he hears girls do. Jimin had ribbed him for it after he'd fucked Naejeon; told him that the reason she was so into him was to do with the oxytocin cocktail that had flooded her bloodstream. It's not like it was news to Jungkook. He'd always known it was a thing, he'd just never really seen the impact of it quite so severely.
The way he see's it, the less you cum, the less you care. It's flawed logic, and it leaves him feeling guilty, which is why he blurts out dumb shit about wanting you around forever. Might be true, might not be. Maybe he's the one confusing hormones for heartfelt honesty.
But as you watch him tear himself away from the bed and head towards the shower, you realise that none of it matters.
You've been hearing bells since the moment you met him.
They're so loud they drown out the bullshit.
"You coming, C?" He calls through, as the shower begins to splutter into action in the next room over. He appears in the doorway, a tattooed hand cupping his balls and covering his modesty. His eyes are soft, grin lopsided as the sun rises.
It's beyond your choice as you move towards the sound of his voice, like he's some kind of pied piper.
You know he's taken over you.
Yet still, you follow the sound of the pipe.
And whether you like it or not, you know you'll let him drag you to the river, just for him to watch you drown.
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minors dni // posted to wp late 2021 // series masterlist
#jungkook fanfiction#jungkook angst#jungkook smut#jungkook ff#jk ff#jungkook masterlist#jungkook fic#jungkook x reader#jungkook x you#jungkook x oc#jeon jungkook smut#bts fanfic#boxer!jungkook#mafia!jungkook#throttle#byholly#jungkook fluff#angst#smut#jungkook x y/n
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Poll analysis part 3
Well I haven't done one of these in a while because I've been focusing on the nicknames and funny tags post But we are definitely due for another one because I've definitely noticed a change and behavior. Plus we've had a lot more and fandoms requested so that might be a contributing factor.
Let's start with the unhinged trio. Think we're due for a lineup change there. It used to be JJK, Black Butler and Dorohedoro. However the latter two only go crazy over a certain character.
Jujutsu Kaisen definitely still deserves its spot There's a reason I picked them to be the first fandom to get a Nicknames and funny tags post in fact they need an update Desperately because you guys are still up to your same old unhinged antics. I've just been busy with other fandoms (one piece) that say even more outrageous crap in the comments
Now One Piece I think you guys took that nickname and funny tag post as a challenge to be as unhinged and creative with your tags as possible because every time I think you all can't possibly get any worse. Someone puts a tag that's even crazier and now I have to update that post with more tags and new characters again.
Now the third spot of the unhinged trio should probably go to Trigun because you guys can't stop talking about Wolfwood's slutty Catholic titties and Vash's snatched little slutty waist. Plus someone has sent a match up request of their weapons no less than three times even though the rules plainly state no weapons so I think we definitely qualify for unhedged trio territory.
My Hero Academia You guys only showed up for the bunny girl and I get it. She's hot. Or to crap on endeavor, that's about it.
Attack on Titan. I finally have found proof of life. The fandom might be in a coma, but at least there's a pulse I thought that fandom was dead but someone or group of people is sending in quite a few requests for that fandom.
And now on to Naruto my problem child fandom. I am not kidding You're the fandom that refuses us to send in photos, but will throw a tantrum if it's not the photo from the correct era of the anime even though I have no clue what you're talking about. Normally when people don't like the photo with any other fandom a dozen better photos of the character will randomly appear in my inbox. Not with the Naruto fandom. I get 10 hate messages saying it's from the wrong era of the anime and I should know that. But does anyone send me a better photo from the correct era of the anime? No. Well actually that's not entirely true the a few times this fandom has sent in replacement photos it's from when in the anime I know the characters are still 14 I've done way too much research into when in canon characters turn 16 and what particular character design/outfit marks that in the timeline for this particular show because of how much I feel like I can't trust this particular fandom as a whole to follow rules. So, remember people I can't read your mind and you are the only fandom that wants to throw a fit over photos like this. Plus the few times I have tried to address the issues with the photos and try to fix the problem you guys want to get combative and very aggressive in the comments. Plus I swear you all are allergic to rules because at least 70% to 80% of requests relating to your fandom have some sort of issue. Whether it's trying to bend the rules or just outright breaking them to massive formatting problems. No other fandom causes me this many headaches. So please for the sake of my sanity do better
Sorry about that. I needed to rant about my problem child fandom maybe now they will start behaving.
When it comes to formatting there is a group of about three people that made requests either everyday or every 2 to 3 days and it was the max amount of request/matchups they could do in a single day according to the rules. They did this the entire time the box was open so they had their formatting down to a science. So basically any fandom that these people requested a lot of had really good track records for formatting and not trying to blatantly break the rules. So One Piece, JoJo's, Attack on Titan and Avatar/Korra all have very good track records right now
But with most fandoms they do a pretty good job of following the rules. No one is as bad as Naruto. Now there are some common issues and major incidents I've had so I'll go ahead and list them below
The common issues are just forgetting to put the name of the show or spelling, but Google can normally figure that out so that's not a major problem or people submitting a character that is video game only and not part of the anime adaptation. Persona, pokémon and Tekken are The worst offenders when it comes to this. Other major issues that come up frequently are with character ages? But it's normally with characters that look like they're adults. So I really don't hold that against people. I'm just guessing that people didn't realize they're actually teenagers but hopefully that will not be as much of a problem but since I dropped the age down to 16.
Now recent issues I've had to address were formatting issues where it was bad enough that I couldn't make it out due to dyslexia. Trigun has tried to submit weapons no less than three times even though that is blatantly against the rules. Like I mentioned earlier Naruto likes to submit photos from when the characters are 12 to 14 that doesn't fit the rules especially when photos are available from the correct age range that do follow the rules. So those are the ones I use no matter how many times they throw temper tantrums. Dungeon Meshi has submitted a 14-year-old and Soul Eater submitted a 13-year-old and said they were 16 in the request. So they lied. Luckily someone told me so I was able to delete those polls quite quickly, but now I can't trust anyone. So if you ever wonder why it takes so long for me to empty out the request box this is why
Oh but good news, no one has submitted a request since I've closed the box I basically consider that a miracle because the last two times there have been people that have not cared that the box is closed. So let's keep it that way please. I don't mind questions, just no requests. The box is closed I still have like 150 more individual messages that have multiple poll requests on them to get through before I open it again
Well that's going to be all for this post again. And I hope at least someone found this entertaining or informative or at least something. There will probably be another one of these in the future
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Hi...Can I ask, what are your KilluGon fav moments? And what are your fav personal headcanons about them? Also, do you have any fav ships (from any fandom) that the dynamics remind you of KilluGon? Thanks if you want to answer....
Hello!
Thank you for asking! This post will get way too long if I answer all your questions, so here's a post where I talk about some of my fav HxH moments (4/5 of which are KilluGon related), and here's my Headcanons tag to see some of the headcanons I've posted or approved of previously. I'm sure I'll revisit similar questions to these over time as well.
I haven't had anyone ask about ships that remind me of KilluGon though, and it's a fun question to answer! I think KilluGon is very unique, so these might not be incredibly similar, but I'm focusing on ships that give me a similar feeling or have commonalities that I think are worth mentioning. I enjoy all of these ships to varying degrees!
I'm going to stay away from ships from big, currently popular shounen series that people typically bring up in comparison with HxH (JJK, HeroAca, etc.), both because the ships I've come across in those don't actually remind me of KilluGon very deeply, and also because it's more fun to recommend ships/series people may not have heard of already!
Reki Kyan and Langa Hasegawa (Sk8 the Infinity)
I'm all but certain these two were based off Gon and Killua in part--the personalities of the two and dynamic between them feels fairly similar, and the antagonist of the series, Adam, also strongly feels like he's based off of Hisoka. The series itself is less serious/dark than HxH so the intensity isn't the same, but they definitely have a similar strong friendship basis and mutual adoration to Gon and Killua.
Suletta Mercury and Miorine Rembran (Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury)
Suletta is straightforward, somewhat oblivious, and grew up isolated from others (a bit like Gon), and Miorine is confident, tsundere, and trying to escape the influence of her rich and powerful family (a bit like Killua), and the two hit it off quickly and find joy and inspiration to keep going in each other. The degree to which they influence, support, and adore each other feels familiar. There are some later developments (spoilers) that remind me of Gon and Killua as well.
Yuki Sanada and Haru (Tsuritama)
Yuki, who has severe anxiety, ends up having his life transformed when the strange and overly friendly Haru appears suddenly. There's a real cuteness, joyfulness, and closeness between them that reminds me of Gon and Killua, and the way they help each other understand the world differently and change each others' perspectives as well.
Maru and Kiruko (Tengoku Daimakyou / Heavenly Delusion)
I can't say too much about this ship because I don't want to spoil any surprises, but let's just say in at least one major way it's not how it appears. Maru (the blond one) shares several commonalities with Killua, though he's at least a bit more straightforward in his emotions like Gon; while Kiruko is somewhat more tsundere initially (due to understandable past reasons). Their bond reminds me of Gon and Killua in that they travel all around together and develop a very close friendship and devotion to one another, and while one is more openly affectionate the other holds back more initially.
(This series contains some mature content, including a depiction of sexual assault, so please be careful when checking it out, but it's fantastic!)
Shindou Hikaru and Touya Akira (Hikaru no Go)
These two are rivals and obviously Gon and Killua are not, but at the same time there's a certain intensity and degree of being obsessed with each other than reminds me of KilluGon, as well as things like their bickering and the degree to which the series revolves around their connection. It's been a long time since I read the manga so I admittedly can't remember all the details, but I feel like it's maybe a few steps closer to Gon and Killua than, say, Hinata and Kageyama from Haikyuu (though that's also a great rivals -> friends ship that has some commonalities with KilluGon). It has a strong canon basis and I remember really enjoying how their bond develops!
Riko and Reg (Made in Abyss)
Riko is an adventurous, plucky girl who goes on a dangerous journey to find her missing parent, while Reg the robot boy supports her on their adventure (and semi-secretly adores her). Reg is also voiced by Mariya Ise, Killua's seiyuu, so it's hard not make the comparison! The personalities of the two are definitely similar and their bond feels familiar.
(Made in Abyss looks cute but it contains a great deal of upsetting/potentially triggering content, please be careful if you decide to watch or read it! It's amazing, but definitely not a series that will appeal to everyone.)
I hope people looking for similar ships might enjoy checking these series out!
#hxh#hunter x hunter#killugon#gonkillu#asks#dnana-2809-blog#my posts#sk8 the infinity#gundam witch from mercury#tsuritama#hikaru no go#hikago#tengoku daimakyou#heavenly delusion#made in abyss#long post
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Satosugo playlist and brief song analysis 1/3
So I made a Satosugo playlist and here I wanted to give a brief explanation for some of my favorite songs on it that I haven't really seen anywhere also in relation to them. Analysis is under the cut.
Are you still listening by Abbie Bosworth
I’m starting with what I think is the most heart wrenching song on this playlist. I imagine this song from Gojo’s (for y'alls info my computer keeps trying to correct ‘Gojo’s' ' to ‘God’s' ' and i find that very funny) perspective after everything that goes down in s2.
“I wish I could've buried you and laid down right beside
Your life stained my clothes
Oh, to hold you, I didn't mind”
“And you're not what you say you are
But you know that better than me”
“Your life stained my clothes” is just absolutely devastating and I find that it really resonates here.
Hyacinthus by Aidoneus
I have two Aidoneus songs on this playlist, one I imagine is from Gojo’s perspective and the other from Geto’s. This is the Gojo one.
“Wish I had taken just one second more to memorize your frame
If I’m being honest, I’d do anything to see you
Maybe in another life the universe will let me keep you
Was there nothing I could do?”
“For so long we’d withdrawn from mortality but
I had loved you because you were nothing like me”
The wondering what he could have done, how their power led to them withdrawing from mortality in a way *chef’s kiss*
Devourer by Aidoneus
And here’s the Geto Aidoneus song. I think this song really aligns with Geto at the end the JJK 0 with all of his anger, grief, and bitterness.
“Grief has made me blind
Cruel, quick, hungry
Who could blame? For I had held
The sunlight in my arms”
“I, a curse, a plague on the Earth
Human in the end”
“Light the gloam, find my Achilles heel
I will welcome my mortality
Let me go”
I chose three quotes for this one because they’re all just so good and poignant.
Classic j dies and goes to hell p.1 by Glass Beach
This is one of my all time favorite songs and while I think it can work from either perspective it really resonates with Gojo’s perspective in the immediate aftermath of Geto leaving.
“How could I ever sleep at night?
When you left, you left me paralyzed
Tryna keep my head above the waves
Holding out for brighter, better days”
“And I will always be your friend
So grab my hand
Take my hand, I can't do this alone”
Two slow dancers by Mitski
Mitski never fails to bring some emotional devastation. In this case I interpret this song as their reminiscing of their highschool days.
“It would be a hundred times easier
If we were young again”
“And the ground has been slowly pulling us back down
You see it on both our skin
We get a few years and then it wants us back”
Human After All by Dirt Poor Robins
This song relates to the pressure both of them were put under as the strongest and how all that weight in part led to the shitstorm that happened, especially for Geto and the depression he experienced.
“We’d cross the rope, but our balance is a joke
We're human after all, still there's no excuse to fall”
“This mortal will, more rust than flesh
Turned by the creeping bitterness”
“We were the cause, we are at fault
We cannot draw from empty vaults
With vacant hands, we're left to ponder”
I'll be posting the rest soon but I felt it was getting a bit long! Hope ya'll enjoyed!
#jjk#satosugu#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru#geto suguru#spotify playlist#i was just trying to send some cool songs in a discord server and suddenly i'm makeing a tumblr post about a 3 hour playlist i made#i got a bit lost in the sauce#Spotify
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Tag Game:
Twenty Questions for Fic Writers:
Thanks to @voxofthevoid for tagging me 💜💜💜 I loved all your answers btw. (also sorry I haven't been doing a lot of tag games lately; if I don't get the notification at the exact moment I have both time and motivation, it tends to not get done...😅)
How many works do you have on AO3?
Currently I have 87 posted fics!
What's your total AO3 word count?
589 678
What fandoms do you write for?
Currently I am actively writing for: Blue exorcist, Twisted Wonderland, Bleach, and Haikyuu!!
I also have fics posted for: BNHA, JJK, Fire Force, and Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc
I am planning to post more fics in some of those fandoms again, and I have more I would like to eventually write for :)
What are your top five fics by kudos?
This was interesting for me; since I don't usually organize my stats by kudos...lol!
United - BNHA Hogwarts AU (first fic I started posting on AO3...kinda surprised because I haven't touched this one in almost a year...I just really lost a lot of my motivation to work on anything related to HP, however loosely it may be...though I guess this might have the most simply because it's my oldest)
The Ones You Lose are the Ones I See - BNHA au where Izuku has a quirk that allows him to see ghosts (again; surprised...I haven't had much time/energy/motivation to work on this one either)
Lost - Haikyuu!! mer au; Shouyou gets lost from his pod and has to find his way back home. I wrote this one in my first 2 years of writing on AO3...I was very into Haikyuu at the time lol.
The Sushi Protocol - Fire Force, Part of the Bar AU @kimium and I came up with together. Licht has some very poor dietary habits and once Companies 7 and 8 catch on, they intervene.
Unforgiving Winter - BNHA AU where Katsuki and Izuku get stuck outside in the cold as children. (heed tags and warnings)
Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I do! I love interacting with people who enjoyed my writing, and I like to discuss my ideas, so it's a win-win when I get a lovely comment and then get to discuss the fic in more depth with someone!
What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Hmmm, probably Unforgiving Winter (as listed above). I think that's the one I've gotten the most comments about breaking people's hearts on. That being said, angst is subjective and I've got more than a few angsty fics (my friends know I was an edgelord child at heart even if I wasn't allowed to show it and I have only gotten worse with my angsty bullshit hahaha)
What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Not 100% sure. Probably Three Orange Hearts (Haikyuu UshiHina Youtuber AU)? I think that was one of my happiest fics and it has a pretty fluffy and happy ending for me. But, to be honest maybe someone has a different opinion. I started writing more fluffy/happy fics because of @kimium. (she challenged me to do so and I love her for constantly helping me grow in my writing)
Do you get hate on fic?
I wouldn't classify it as hate, but once in a while I will get a comment that is worded rudely or sounds like they're criticizing how I've written characters. Usually for those I either ask for clarification because I may have misread the tone or explain what thoughts go into why the character is acting that way. I mean, when it comes to critique on how I've written the characters...the bottom line is I write them the way that makes sense to me and makes me happy, so I always will say if someone doesn't like the way I've done it they can always write the idea their way and have fun with it. Most times this clears up any misunderstandings and I feel like it encourages communication and learning. I don't like to feel like I've lashed out at someone, it makes me feel bad.
Do you write smut?
Yes :D and unless you're one of my trusted adult friends who ask me where it is, you will never find out where I post it. Mwaahahahahaha
Do you write crossovers?
Yup! The Glorious Bar AU is a giant crossover of all the fandoms @kimium and I decide to mash together! And I am currently working on my first AO3 contribution to our Sort of Saw Franchise AU for Twisted Wonderland. I hope to post it soon! (see my pinned post for links to all the asks where Kim and I have discussed this AU!)
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not to my knowledge...but I've also locked down all my fics because of the AI scraping bullshit
Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes! I was very honoured!
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Currently Kim and I are co-writers for the Bar AU and the Saw AU! It's not necessarily one fic, but multiple fics in the same AU gathered in series!
What's your all-time favourite ship?
I'm not sure if I have an overall favourite that I like more than all my other favourite ships...Right now, I'm really into Kalim/Idia from Twisted Wonderland. It makes me happy and I have been writing a lot for them.
What's a wip you want to finish but probably won't?
I hate to label anything as "never going to finish" because I honestly always have plans to finish a story. I don't know if I have the heart to say I probably won't finish one. I do have a lot that I have taken a long break from though.
What are your writing strengths?
I've had people tell me they really love how I write characters in fics, and that they enjoy my worldbuilding in AUs; I like to think those are my strengths.
What are your writing weaknesses?
Scenery and describing it. I almost always have to go back and tweak things a little to make sure I didn't forget to include enough of the setting; but I am getting better at it.
Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I would not feel confident enough to do most languages as full conversations (maybe a little German? though the Duolingo Owl probably feels otherwise based on how long it's been since my last lesson...) but I could probably manage a few phrases if a characters says something in another language in canon (like Rook Hunt).
First fandom you wrote for?
Ever? Ever ever? I wrote a few chapters of a One Direction fanfic when I was 15 and it will never see the light of day again. I deleted it...lol. It wasn't posted on AO3, since I wasn't on the archive at that time.
Favourite fic you've written?
I don't choose favourites among my children...
(Right now it's A Different Kind of Magic; a multichapter Kalim/Idia fanfic set in an AU where Idia has to teach Kalim and Jamil to master their magic before it consumes them)
Well that was fun! I don't know if I have 20 writer friends/mutuals who are actively writing/posting fics to tag (who also haven't already been tagged...lol), so I'll tag the ones I can think of! If I miss you or you see this and want to join in, feel free!!
@kimium (sorry for tagging you so many times in this post lmfao), @collisiondiscourse, @sailormew4, @iluvmilkchoco, @vermillionair13, and anyone else who wants to join! No pressure, it's all for fun if you want to do it! 💜💜💜
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What's happening with MAPPA ?
Their scheduling is simply terrible and its killing animators on the inside. Many big name animators are posting online how little of a time they are being given to work on the episode. I have seen one artist post how they only have 5 days (!) to draw a sequence. The Choso vs Yuji episode only finished post-production BARELY A DAY before it aired. It's insane.
Shibuya Arc is action-heavy and the expectations for the animation is high. Artists HAVE to deliver high quality work on the project because their reputation is on the line.
Some of the artists have been posting how hellish it is to work on MAPPA. The director of the last episode felt so bad about how "terrible" it is and apologized. Some have barely enough time to submit their sketches, in-between art, key frames, corrections, etc.
Now, for us, the episode is great. However, "sakuga" fans are more discerning and would see how its faltering in some parts. They can tell how the staff is struggling and are being forced to produce "subpar" results because of the 7 day production schedule.
*Sakuga = High quality Animation = 24 frames (drawings) per second
The staff takes great pride in their work. So, having to deliver subpar "sakuga" to audiences is horrible for their mentality and confidence. They do not want that to be their legacy - which is a big deal for them.
Think these episodes look great already? Had the animators have more time, they would have looked even better!
The fact that the staff can still make episodes look so good by sheer will and god-like drawing skills despite their schedule should be given a lot of respect and admiration.
Now, why haven't the staff been given more time?
It's because MAPPA is greedy. Not only is the studio producing JJK. They have other big projects going on alongside it: AOT, Vinland Saga, CSM. All of them had to look good. The staff have barely any time to breathe as they are treated like machines to deliver high quality animation season after season.
While CSM is being produced, the staff are already working on JJK 0 and then JJK S2 Hidden Inventory. It resulted with CSM's last few episodes being janky. JJK 0 was great and Hidden Inventory, obviously, was really polished (at the cost of Hell's Paradise being average imo tho).
Then we have Shibuya Arc. In all honesty, I wished they have delayed this a bit later. Maybe turned it into a winter season anime because again Shibuya Arc is:
Very very hyped. It HAS to look good and polished.
Lots of Action. Action is like the crowning jewel of any shonen anime and JJK has the reputation of being the best at delivering it. They CANNOT mess this up. *Cue PTSD to the insane complaints of the Toji vs Gojo Round 2 + Yuji vs Locust Curse episodes*
The solution should have been: Delay the anime so the animators can breathe and deliver their best which would make Shibuya Arc as polished, if not better, than Hidden Inventory.
Sadly, with MAPPA's insanity, it is impossible:
The staff are juggling so many high-tier projects. They have no room to "take their time" so to speak. They have to "GO! GO! GO!"
The "airtime" has already been reserved. Any delays would cost them losing a slot of airtime which meant the series MAY NOT completely be televised (which I think was the fate of ZOM100). Lost airtime means lost profit and MAPPA can't have that.
Fan anticipation. I wish I could lie about it but I just know some entitled assholes would harass the studio and the staff about animating Shibuya Arc ASAP. Fans can really put a lot of hype and pressure for JJK at the same time.
Now here are just my own opinion. But other factors may be:
4. MAPPA wants to capitalize Halloween. Just look at all the merch and collab events! All profits from those would go to the studio and not Gege. Gege's profit are JUST from the manga. Anime-related merch/products would be for the benefit of its manufacturers, studio, and shops only.
5. Timing things with the manga. Prime example: Gojo. (I am not too sure about this tho).
One reason I am excluding is the staff not working on the project because they may be busy with something else. JJK is a huge! New animators would love to have that as part of their portfolio. Big names in the industry would have wanted to work on it too because of the challenge it poses and their love for the manga series or animation in general as well.
TL;DR: It's all MAPPA's fault and not the staff. The studio wanted everything out of greediness while the animators just want to bring out their very best at their own pace.
#i'm so sorry that this became really long#but this is the gist of it i think#i may have missed or mixed up a few things#i'll clarify further when i have more time#but yeah... MAPPA is just too greedy and the animators suffer for it#hence why i am now hesitating about getting the blu-rays#blu-rays would have the most polished version of the animators' work and i wanna see them#but i would be lining the pockets of the higher-ups of the studio at the same time#i'm torn because i want to show appreciation of the staff but at the cost of inadvertently supporting MAPPA's terrible business practices#it is also the main reason why i have burning hatred for assholes who complain about 'wrong angles' or 'art style ugly' or 'staff used AI'#the animators are practically killing themselves to entertain us#the least we could do is appreciate them and find a way to alleviate their stress with kind words#instead of putting salt on their wounds with ignorant and entitled complaints#again sorry if this became really long#thanks for the ask
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C, E, J and Z for the ask game? :>
C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will: Good question, I'm usually pretty flexible and I can't think of anything that isn't sort of a given from Tokyo Ghoul, but when it comes to JJK I just don't really like Nobara and Itadori. As friends? Absolutely. As a QPR? I could be convinced with a short explanation. Explicitly dating in an allo way? Eh. Given, I haven't caught up with the manga so there's always a chance!
E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?: I don't know about hilarious, but certainly cracky. This Post which resulted in Shuu does top surgery which is even less plausible than the initially proposed Kanou, but wildly amusing. Then there's the old men chronicles which I would've had more fun with at the time if I wasn't fully aware that I'd lose a mutual over it. In retrospect it's nice though! Also, I think almost everything I've shipped here is very cracky.
J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over: Tumblr has recently become very convinced I need to see everything related to Moomin Valley so, that I suppose.
Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! (Prompts optional but encouraged.) Sometimes I get really scared to talk about all the reasons I like characters because I don't want to unintentionally reduce their personality to stereotypes. Thus, counterproductively I end up describing everyone with short, vague sentences out of fear of overusing reductive phrases. So today I rant free!
Hairu is absolutely fascinating to me as a character, I feel like she's a wonderful example of Ishida's special tactic of writing a character with a couple vague core ideals and points of history that hint to something far more complex in such a way that leaves you wondering if he's actually a brilliant writer or if he just left you so much space that you can fill it in with headcanons to your heart's content. Anyways, I just love how she's consumed by an unobtainable goal, (being recognized by Arima again) and her method of slaughtering as many ghouls as she can to achieve it just takes her further and further away, while also distancing her from the actual achievable reality of a closeness with Koori. It's so sad and I ADORE HER SUBTLE COMPLEXITY, it always disappoints me a little to see people to describe her as nothing but a dreamy airhead or just another murderous cog in the machine of the CCG. I do actually really like her and Koori as a pairing because they'll take so terribly long to communicate, I just also really like making Koori suffer hell. Anyways, nearly 80% of what swayed me was a fic where Koori and Hairu swapped uniforms on the first day of being partners because Hairu hated the new female one, and Koori discovered the skirt was actually very comfy. It was sweet, kind of a crackfic, and very enjoyable to read.
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Memories - one shot snippet
I'm reading my old ficts that I posted and it's honest to god a try not to cringe challenge. 😭
This is just a super small snippet I haven't worked on anything in a while so I started this. There is more but I only wanna post the first half.
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Shizuku x Reader
Shizuku never remembered faces, names were never necessary. Shizuku couldn't remember when her short-term memory loss first started. But It never really mattered because she always had the troupe by her side to tell her the important details. And when the troupe wasn’t around she kept to herself. She’d tend to go to coffee shops always taking notes on her phone to avoid the especially heinous ones.
But there was one coffee shop that she always visited when she was in town, The Teal Teacup. It wasn’t a fancy cafe by any means and the service wasn’t exceptional, at least that's what the note on her phone said. But she kept it on the always visit list. It wasn’t like it was more rememberable than others. If she happened to spend enough time away from the cramped cafe, she probably wouldn’t even be able to recall the color of the walls. But what she could always recall was the friendly smile greeting her whenever she would walk in.
There wasn’t a single detail about you that she couldn’t recall. In her eye you were just so. . . perfect.
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I really like jjk right now so I'm gonna work on something related to that next.
-Zay
#hxh#hunter x hunter#phantom troupe#hxh x reader#shizuku x reader#hxh headcanons#hxh headcanon#phantom troupe x reader#yandere hxh#shizuku murasaki#x reader
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Hello.... Can I ask your top 5 favorite moments each from MDZS, BSD and JJK? Sorry for the random ask. It's just that I'm excited to see someone who loved MDZS (the reason I made tumblr) and also BSD & JJK....😆
Feel free if maybe you want to answer only from one fandom.
hi anon! i relate, i impulsively made a tgcf fan account as soon as i'd watched the donghua 😭 (though it's dead rn). omg it's nice to meet someone who also loves all three of these!!
also I'm not sure if i understood and answered your asks correctly because I'm just listing whole scenes that i like the most but um yeah-
MDZS: tho i haven't completely read the novel yet, I'm more than half way through and i really loved the parts with xiao xingchen and xue yang! like apart from the obvious(?) ✨️gay✨️ subtext, their relationship is just-- xue yang is a terrible and an extremely cruel person, and he hurt xiao in every way possible but he still tried to resurrect him for so many years.. it's so complicated and well-written in the novel! like aah if i started explaining how much i love it it'll exceed the word limit but their whole flashback's just so good. and i love a lot of the scenes with wangxian (?) too!! they're so cute T_T and baby yuan is so sweet help
JJK: ->does the whole of s2 count? 😀 because i loved all of it, especially put together! imo it was a masterpiece, just perfect 🤌
->im talking about scene in the anime but junpei's death was so profound omg. brought me to tears everytime i watched it!
->underrated but i loved the scene where todo like, trains yuji? he teaches him all about jujutsu and black punch? yeah, i really loved that. i wish jjk just continued being a sweet normal shounen anime/ manga T_T with all these training montages and 0 angst
->the scene where geto describes what it's like to absorb spirits and describes it as swallowing a vomit-covered rag 😭 and how he slowly spirals into anger and hatred as he loses his friends (and sanity) one by one.. they really shouldn't have killed haibara, he's too precious
->i don't really wanna spoil the manga for you if you haven't read it yet, but um there's a scene with megumi and sukuna in the manga.. and I'm just gonna say that i really didn't expect it to happen. that's all I'll say (for now). you'll know when you see it.
and finally, BSD!: i only watched the anime tho so :D [and the movie--]
fukuzawa and fukuchi flashback. I'm sorry, which bl did they rip it off of?? the cherry blossom trees? the lake? I'm not Japanese and don't really know the significance of the cherry blossom tree and maybe it's also like a symbol of friendship and platonic affection in general but to me atleast it seemed very ✨️gay✨️ <3
yosano san's past: I'm sorry, a 11-year-old shouldn't have had to go through so much. it was just such a touching and gut-wrenching sequence in general.
yosano san defeating the lemon-explosive villain in the first season: she's just a badass i love her
fukuzawa-san lying to ranpo-san about his (lack of ) special abilities [can i adopt fukuzawa as my parent please]
and finally: the very first episode where akutagawa finds dazai floating in the river and dazai is like why did you save me i was in the middle of committing suicide 😭 i love the funny parts in bsd
there's a lot more, but these are my top 5 for now!!
and, of course, thank you soo much for the ask anon!! it took me a while, but it was so fun to make this (loong) post!! hope you have a great day :D
#also the fact that lan wangji names the song he composed and sang for wei wuxian#“wangxian” 😭#mxtx knew we needed a ship name#so they gave it to us#and also lan zhan SHOULD be on tumblr#he'd be a valued member 😌#ask
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Welcome To My Cardboard Box
◉_◉ THIS BLOG IS 18+, so minors and ageless blogs, DNI◉_◉
(づ￣ ³￣)づ I hope you are strapped in for the journey that is this blog. I haven't really kept with social media for over a year now, so let's.... just see how this goes (>人^)
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ABOUT ME: You can call me Cecil (I'm working on a drawn about me but until then!!),
I'm 23, I am super neurodivergent and mentally ill, I'm in a long-term relationship, I love music, music performance, & its related topics (i.e dance and musical theater. God; I LOVE musical theater). I also was an art student and therefore love creating art and exploring artistic practices, I'm SUPER into anime; current obsession is MHA.
Other anime fandoms I like: JJK, Fire Force, Soul Eater, KnY (Demon Slayer)
I'll put Musical Theater fandoms if anyone cares
Twt Acc: @xXMsFortunateXx (In the nicest way: Fuck Calling It "X")
ABOUT THE BLOG: This will be self-indulgent and explorative. I wanted to start writing MHA content, but I haven't written anything resembling fanfiction since about 2013 or 2014. I also want to physically house some of my OC Ideas/ brain vomit/creative work somewhere. I tend to explore ideas and concepts through application, so I would like to either start a comic and/or start writing snippets of some of my OCs' interactions.
I would LOVE to interact with people on these topics and fandoms as I spend an absorbent amount of time thinking/interacting with them.
ABOUT MY CREATIVE WORK: There will be both SFW and NSFW content on this blog.
ANY AND ALL EXPLICIT/NSFW CONTENT WILL ONLY CONTAIN EITHER CHARACTERS WHO ARE CANONICALLY 18+ or CHARACTERS WHO HAVE BEEN AGED OUTSIDE OF THEIR CANON TO BE OLDER THAN 18+.
As far as writing, I don't really currently have a writing practice, so I don't know what kind of writing I will post, but I will most likely start with headcanons and lil drabbles.
As far as drawing/visual art, you'll just get to see the art I do, I guess? This aspect mostly is informed by my OCs musical theater. I might draw snippets of fanfics that really just *mwahh chef's kiss*
I will post all NSFW art on My Twitter Page
In general, I am kink-friendly and intend to engage with dark and explicit content on this page. I will try to establish a tagging system so they can filtered out for your convenience. I'll probably only be writing x f!readers for a little while. I will want to branch out, but I want to become more comfortable writing something first and since I'm AFAB, it's pretty easy to not think about. I will definitely be in-between adhering as closely to the canon as I can & disregarding it for indulgence sake.
With that being said, I am not personally trying to RP with anyone, I'm trying to set these characters up in situations (realistic or otherwise). I have this online persona and then I have OCs. You can sexualize my OCs and I'm pretty okay with that I mean shit I do it, but I'm not okay with personally being sexualized by anyone that I don't know in this space.
RULES: be 18+, be courteous and respectful, ALWAYS feel free to chat with me (I love talking sometimes)
requests: CLOSED
commission: OPEN
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omg i love theseeeeeee, ignore if i sent in emojis you’ve already done lol but !!!
😈, ✨✨ (there is two so that means compliment yourself twice tysm), 🙋♀️, 💖, 🏆, 👀, 💞, 🧠 for jean, levi, gojo and hm… sukuna, and last one..🤭
Hi!!! Thank you for the asks Fae !!
😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?
In previous fandoms I often did cliffhangers in every single chapter lol!
Recently, I wouldn't say I'm intentionally trying to tease the audience but in Time to Pretend so far there have been a few almost-kisses
🙋♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?
My two best friends! I go to them anytime I have new ideas (and need validation 😅) They helped me brainstorm my Cabin fic, a lot of the reader's personality was shaped after one of them. They both refer to that fic as my "internship story" lol
💖 What made you start writing?
I always liked writing for fun and used fanfiction to practice more writing in general. Any time I entered a new fandom, the first thing I would do is seek out fics (usually canon in the beginning), and eventually I got so many ideas I wanted to see play out, I began writing more and posting :)
🏆 What's your most popular fic?
Hmm..I'd say Time to Pretend since it's still ongoing!
👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!
Ahh! Omg one that I have been working on is AoT-related, and it's purely humor, based off funny dating experiences my friend and I have had as women in our 30s 😆
💞 Who's your comfort character?
Jean lol, I just want to hug him 🥺. I love his canon counterpart. He's snarky yet soft, a leader but vulnerable, loyal yet pragmatic.
Also, Levi. I love the dynamic Levi x reader often have in fics, especially when it's angsty and he's comforting the reader 🥺🥺
🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.
OOoh!!
Jean:
My head canon is that Jean was a Boy Scout as a kid, which is why he excels at being a leader and where some of his confidence derives from.
For the lewd activities, he's a switch, plays both a dom and sub so well, and doesn't prefer one over the other. He's equal opportunity in the bedroom. As a dom, he can be soft or mean and as a sub he's like a dog, eager to please and be rewarded. Annnnnd he's very, very, hung.
Levi:
My head canon is that he likes watching sports games. he's not the rowdy, raging, drunk variety. he'll pick a team he wants to see win and will watch the whole game calmly, smirking when his team scores a point, clicking his tongue when they lose. a very diluted version of a sports fan. But because he's a brute, he likes the more violent sports like hockey, rugby, MMA. You might catch him faintly laugh when someone gets tackled all while sipping tea.
A headcanon I've seen of him is that he's touch-starved in canon and in AU. So, physical touch is his love language, specifically hand holding.
Gojo:
So....as someone who's still making her way through the manga, the JJK head canons might be sparse (for now), bear with me 😅
Similar to what others have pointed out, Gojo is clingy, into PDA to the point of excess that he intentionally does it to annoy and fluster his s/o. And a cute one where he turns off his infinity to welcome affection and give affection.
He's also into gossip, shamelessly. "Did you see what so and so posted on their story?" if you passively make a complaint about your roommates, he's taking the nearest seat, throwing a leg over his knee, "let it out," he says while grinning. "it's because they're always on the phone fighting with their partner, huh? That's why you haven't been able to sleep." (lowkey an instigator)
I also think he likes to go shopping, especially since he's too tall to fit most clothes, he's learned to enjoy the process of curating a particular wardrobe for himself and is egotistical that he likes to look good.
Sukuna:
From what I've read in fics, he's a shameless fiend during sex, down to do everything. Major dom, tops every time. Lol I've got nothing else atm sorry!
✨✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉
I've sorted of mentioned this in another ask, but I like adding easter eggs into AU. So, the overuse of wine in most of my AoT stories. It's a fun nod I enjoy seeing in the final product.
Another compliment to myself, I think I'm pretty good with foreshadowing through small actions and conversations.
🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?
I'm not creative when it comes to tagging here. To make it easier for myself and readers, I tag my writing-related posts as "mochi-writings", nothing special.
Thank you again for the asks!! These were fun!!! 🤗💗
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good luck for english and the rest of your day! i'll be waiting for that jean masterlist for sure. it's actually almost 2 am here and i might go back to sleep soon, thanks for asking love!!
and i relate to you on daydreaming for jean, he's too dreamy it makes me angry. here's a story that doesn't make sense before i go. so usually the pinterest timeline/dash shows pictures relating to your previous activity there, right? or completely new ones that are kind of trending? i don't really understand how it works but i'll assume. i've always loved jean but i'm straying away because of my crushes to the jjk characters lately lol so i used pins to find their pics. this evening, i opened pinterest again and the first thing i saw was pictures of jean when i haven't even looked him up for a while. my daydreaming ass was like "awwwh jean is this your way of telling me you miss me from the 2d universe or sumn" so yeah that's my weird story eheh.
don't forget to hydrate too! good luck again, mwa! - the pink haired lady
hehe thanks bby i haven’t started english even thought it’s been two hours it’s gonna be a long night tonight 😭🤚🏽 and yess bby i just posted it it ain’t getting attention though 😪 and aww you might be asleep right now but have a good sleep or it might be the morning (i hate time) 😘
omfg pinterest knows, like i’m telling you pinterest always has everything you need, pictures of jean check, reaction pictures check, food check, i fuckinf love pinterest my favourite app 😅 nah it’s a sign jean from another world is telling you to simp over him again, join us again, join us!!! as much as i love the jjk men scrap them come back to jean 😉
and thank you bby i have not been drinking a lot of water lately, gotta get on that again, but layers bby 😘
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