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Love villains/antagonists who's backstory isn't used to redeem their actions but add context and nuance.
Characters who suffered and bled and worked to be strong, who were pushed back and fought against and beat for daring to dream higher than their station but reached up with bloodied hands and took it anyways.
Love characters who should never have been put into positions of power, not because they didn't deserve them, but because they were so deeply traumatised by their past that being put in these positions twists them so irredeemably that they can't come back from it.
People who clawed their way up from the muck and placed themselves on pedestals, not because they should, but because they could.
Who started out the lowest of the low and made something if themselves but had to change from the hero of their own story to the villain of someone else's.
Someone who, from someone else's perspective, is a two dimensional, evil person but from an outside perspective was a self fulfilling prophecy.
Someone who was put down by the kind of person they bled to become, who looked at those better off than them and was jealous and became the kind of person they would have despised as a child.
Villains who are evil, who's actions can't be forgiven, who doesn't even want to be forgiven, who killed the part of themselves that would deserve forgiveness.
Who's backstory tells you exactly why they are like this, that strips them of their apathy and hate and exposes every sensitive nerve they have and says, 'This child, this poor beaten child, this is who hurt so many, this is who died to give you your villain, who had to kill every good part of themselves to make your antagonist.'
Who, by all rights, could have been our hero, is a reflection of the hero in all ways that matter, but were corrupted by their experience rather than strengthened by them.
seokjin x ‘deco kit’ photoshoot sketch
Another masterpiece from wiyllt are we really surprised at this point (no.)
The parentheticals in this MAKE IT and I was cackling. I just love their style of writing, it’s so, like, conversational?? It really hooks me and I can never stop reading. I want it to go on forever. I feel like this is what it sounds like inside my brain 😅😅
I love this couple and how playful they are but also steamy!!!! 😮💨😮💨 the way they communicate is 🤣🤣
Brilliant!!! 👏👏👏👏
night sucker, m | jjk
pairing(s): jungkook x reader
summary: You and your hot-sexy-maybe-an-idiot-but-definitely-horny-and-always-perfect boyfriend Jeon Jungkook had mutually agreed not to fuck in the middle of the night. And... Well. You're still gonna fuck in the middle of the night. What?! It just happened! He slipped and his dick fell in your mouth! (It's the weekend, it's okay! :D)
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; playful banter and shitty jokes; you were asleep (not really) until his dick fell in your mouth (nice!); crack and fluff; smut (fem reader, m and f-receiving oral, fingering, m-masturbation, face sitting); squabbling tbh; non-idol!BTS - short black-haired!JK with his two lip rings; the parenthesis are the reader’s inner thoughts
crackhead best laid plans / counter point / well dressed / cursed hours couple no need to read the others, but they’re there if you want more
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You woke up to your boyfriend’s hard dick sliding into your open lips.
Fuck yeah!
(Do we sense a kink developing? Mayhap.)
Most people would be a little surprised, annoyed perhaps, but thankfully you were pretty used to the unhinged horny behavior of Jeon Jungkook (encouraging it, even, oop). You weren’t completely in the dark (well, you were – er, never mind) about it, because you had felt the very suspicious bowing of the bed by your right shoulder, plus you could smell him (mmmm, that vanilla almond body wash still lingered), and you had sucked his cock many, many, many times before. Oh. Right. Should have led with that.
Point was, your mouth was well acquainted with his dick.
(You’d have matching friendship rings but Jungkook would complain too much, keke.)
Delicately, you turned your head a bit and molded your tongue around the shaft, feeling the head twitch in your throat as his hips began to carefully thrust. Jungkook must have known that you were awake and not sleep-sucking his dick, but he wasn’t making any obvious noises.
(The aforementioned kink alive and well, folks!)
You heard him shudder and felt his fingertips skim over your cheek and clavicle. Probably to check the distance. His right leg must have been hovering over your body (you appreciated him not kneeing you in the boob, thank you, very kind), with his left knee by your right shoulder. You started curling your tongue back and forth as he moved, keeping your head still, and Jungkook gasped (a little too loud, pfft), being slightly rougher about it as your throat closed in around his twitching cock. He was mumbling something (useless prayers, your name, fuck me, the usual), and you still hadn’t moved your limbs yet, keeping the illusion alive. All activity in the depths of your mouth, squeezing, swirling your tongue around, letting him pause and edge himself with your lips rubbing the bottom of the swollen head, before shoving himself back in with a whining hiss, surprisingly not too deep, giving a whole new meaning to the term night sucker.
(Insert eyebrow wiggle here.)
His breathing was deepening, taking himself to the edge again, probably enjoying his full control of the pace as he filled your mouth over and over again, slow, deep, almost lazy, reaching his full girth and hardness.
This was when you let him know you were actually awake.
Because you grabbed his ass and jammed his cock all the way to the base, his balls smacking into your chin.
“Gah!”
You heard his palms smack into the headboard (or wall?) and, without giving him a moment to react, you extended the tip of your tongue past your lips to lick his balls, raising the back of your tongue to cup his cock and press It repeatedly against the back of your warm, tight throat.
“Woah, h-hey!”
You tipped your head back and took him deeper. Circled around his balls, leaving them wet, slippery, and tingling. His gruff, half-asleep moan drifted up to the ceiling, mixed with an exasperated whimper.
“I was… I was s-supposed to be catching you off guard… Now you’re just showing off!”
(He’s not wrong.)
You lifted your torso a bit, twisting, and rubbed your breasts against his thigh, sending sparks all throughout your torso. (Mmmm.) He was all tensed up and hard (heh) from maintaining his position above you. You knew he could feel your hard nipples because you heard the snack of his fist against the wall and his defeated groan, his head falling forward.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Jungkook was hot – er, ahem, ran hot. While being trapped between his (very sexy) legs was (very super) arousing, the summertime night heat was being exacerbated by his (very hot) body (you get the point), so you lowered back down to your pillow, kneading his incredible ass (won’t start again but, man, did you love his obsession with working out), nudging him to start moving again.
Thus, you comfortably enjoyed him face-fucking you, providing plenty of tongue action in your own right, his balls smacking against your chin with each thrust, with your spit sticky on your skin.
(Didn’t think that though, huh. Oh well.)
He kept a steady but intense pace. Since he led the movement, you could focus every muscle in your mouth – loose and soft around the length, lips tight, tongue roughly stimulating all his favorite spots, just under the head and along the underside, your saliva providing that frictionless slip, and then you felt his body shift.
His hand was moving.
A startled yelp stifled by his cock vibrated in your throat as his fingers slid down your stomach. His gasps hiked in pitch, and you curved your hips towards his touch, folding one of your legs to raise your lower body, and then his searching fingers grazed over your slick, dripping pussy, bringing the fire.
(And setting the night alight, iykyk.)
The human body could do a lot of creative things in the name of horny. Awkward body positions could be made comfortable by depraved adrenaline, and that was exactly what was happening right now, since there was no way in hell you were going to complain about Jungkook burying two fingers into you and sloppily rubbing your throbbing clit with his thumb. Not that you could say anything at all with him relentlessly thrusting his full-mast dick into your mouth (mhm, you just gushed down there, oh yeah, you felt that), rapidly building up his orgasm, deeply, slowly cutting off your air.
You could hold your breath a little longer.
(You could, in the name of lewd!)
And you were losing yourself in the pleasure, his fingers pumping in and out, fast and powerful, the wet slaps obscene, rocking your hips to his hand, tilting your head back as you sensed his body tensing up, his sounds ceasing into mute ecstasy and then.
“F-Fuck, yeeeeeees!”
He exploded (like… dynamite!), filling the back of your mouth with way too much cum (damn, his internal factories been working overtime), thick and heady and intense. Delicious. He stopped moving, soaking in the bliss, and you didn’t have a moment to swallow because you were too preoccupied hitting your own high, arching your spine, your eyes rolling back, your spasming pussy sucking in his fingers, sweat sticking to the top of your chest.
On instinct, you swallowed.
Too fast. Jungkook whined, pleading and desperate. Evidently, he seemed to figure out that you couldn’t control it since he didn’t react violently, only hitting the wall again (rest in disturbance, neighbors), screaming behind closed lips. You drew back a little, ghosting your tongue over the head, gently, and he moaned, drawn-out and wanton, clutching the headboard like a lifesaver as he was drowning in heavenly euphoria.
Wait.
His fingers were still stuffed into your pussy.
That meant he hit the wall with his forehead.
(Bro, you good?)
You couldn’t ask, but you patted his thigh to get his attention. After a moment of slow thrusting, you felt him try to move away (you sucked a little harder and Jungkook yelped at the oversensitivity,), and so you let go, only to be slapped in the face with his wet, half-hard cock.
“Ow.”
“Serves you right,” Jungkook shot back, sounding utterly drained. He still hadn’t moved his fingers from inside you. “How’d you wake up so fast?”
(‘Cause you’re not subtle, my lovely dummy.) “Mmmm, guess my mouth knows what to do when you put your dick in it.”
“Sus.”
He was stroking your wet pussy.
“What are you doing?”
“Touching your pussy, duh.”
You shifted your eyes and saw the fingers of his free hand wrapping around his hard cock. “Um.”
“What?”
“Nothin’, I was just thinkin’, ya know, I’m not very involved here.”
You were mocking his Busan accent and Jungkook growled, shoving another finger into you to express his irritation (wink wink). You didn’t react much except for grinning and spreading your thighs open more.
“Aren’t you sleepy? I’m thinking about your feelings.”
You were trying not to laugh at his poor attempt to be somewhat deadpan. Pretty difficult considering he was jacking himself off while fingering you. You clenched around his fingers and Jungkook hissed, whispering under his breath, again, and you did it again, fuck, feels so fucking good when you do that, ugh, and the fake spat was forgotten. Your hips rising, your hands fanning over your breasts, toying with your hard nipples, for you to melt and for him to watch, hotter, your chest tightening, biting your lip hard, the sting of pain deliberately delaying your rapidly building orgasm.
“Open your mouth, quick–”
You slid down and he shot thick, warm streams onto your tongue. Gasping and shuddering, those big eyes staring down at the amount (quite a lot, damn, proud of him) and you kept your cum-covered tongue extended, right up until you came onto his three fingers stretching you out, leaning your head back to let his orgasm hit the back of your throat as the first intense waves overcame you, strong flinches resonating up to your chest and head, swallowing and clamping your thighs shut around his muscular forearm.
A suspended, elated moment as you came down, gradually relaxing.
“Hah… fuck… uh…?”
Your tongue lazily snaked out and covered the tip of his softening cock, licking it off.
“Mmmm… ah, yeah…”
“How long you been planning that?” you asked without opening your eyes, squeezing his arm.
“I didn’t plan it.”
You could believe that. Jungkook didn’t plan shit. “Hmmmm…!”
“I swear!” He sounded like he was pouting. “I just happened to wake up really horny.”
This was not news. However, you continued to play dumb. “In the middle of the night?”
“Uh, yeah?”
“HMMMM!”
“What?! You’re naked!”
(Wait a second. Hold your oxen.) Your eyes snapped open. “Where are my panties?”
“Eh, I dunno.”
“Jungkook! You can’t just hide my panties whenever you want!”
(Yes, he can.)
“Uh, yeah, I can…!”
(Sigh.)
Your boyfriend’s teasing voice was sing-song and freaking annoying.
You shot up, and Jungkook was laughing, his short hair stuck up every which way (his bedhead was somethin’ fierce, so cute), backing up, and you saw your underwear on his nightstand, prompting a brief but rather titillating naked wrestling match. You lunged over him and Jungkook grabbed your waist, dragging you back with a prissy nuh uh, and you squirmed and twisted (probably turning him on, yup, you heard him moan a little just now), pawing for your panties. Somehow you hooked a leg over his shoulder, streaking a smear of your still-wet pussy over his built chest, and you attempted to sit on him. Repeatedly. Jungkook wasn’t making it very easy.
“Ow, damn, I worked out my chest today, come on!”
(If you insist.)
You stuck your tongue out to the biggest peepers glaring at you from below.
Then you got a great idea.
Brillant, really.
You sat on Jungkook’s face.
His big eyes shot open even wider and you had a moment of pre-nut clarity, since (um) your legs were a bit askew and you were half-crouching over him like a gremlin (not the hottest look), but in less than a second, Jungkook had his hands on your ass and lifted you up, planting your trembling pussy firmly onto his hungry mouth, shoving his tongue inside you. You gasped, clutching fistfuls of the sheets for some sense of stability. Meanwhile, your man was in a different dimension, groaning loudly under you and making your insides vibrate with his sound, jarring for a moment before you forgot whatever it was that had surprised you, oooh, damn, you couldn’t remember for the life of you what the heck you were worried about, too busy grinding onto his nose like a mate in heat.
(Ah… well, let’s not go there for today. Uh.)
Your panties were within reach, but you didn’t care, throwing your head back and moaning as you felt his tongue glide all over, rubbing against your clit, sucking on it noisily, more for effect than for pleasure, making you laugh, and then you melted into his hands, rocking your hips forward.
The palms of his hands pushed against your abdomen, and you realized his (big) nose was having trouble breathing (serves you right!), but after a moment of resisting on purpose, you leaned back, snickering at the gush of hot air washing over your crotch, his low moan trapped in his chest. He pinned your thighs in place, and you flexed them, feeling the power in his hands, shivering in delight at the sensations of his closed lips and swirling tongue, precise and careful and better than you remembered it. You pressed your hips into his mouth and he got the hint, putting more strength into it, there, ah, fuck, yes, Jungkook, clenching your core to hold yourself up.
Hey, you worked out too! (Okay, yes, it’s a stretch but we gotta take the small wins where we can.) Your ass was going to get sweaty at this rate (see!) due to how warm Jungkook was getting (oh…), but you sacrificed for the greater good (cumming on his face), consumed by the harsh rhythm of his tongue, closing your eyes, blanketed in lust-drunk darkness, your muscles tensing, clenching your jaw.
“Mmmm, yes, Jungkook, yes…!”
Strangely you could only now really feel the press of his two lip rings in the dip of your thigh, but perhaps that was because you were forcefully gripping his head and pressing your throbbing pussy into his mouth, moaning, your torso flinching strongly, throwing yourself forward with a gasp, another wave of your orgasm shooting up from between your legs, spreading all over your shaking chest and through your arms. Aaaaaaah. The high wound down, dissipating all over. Your limbs were giving the consistency of fruit jelly.
Delicious.
Actually.
You could use some bingsoo right now, to be honest.
Fuck, it was hot.
You let out an exhilarated exhale, lifting your hips (someone was smacking your thigh, how odd), and Jungkook gulped lungfuls of air, groaning, running his tongue up and down between your legs as you reached over and snatched up your underwear.
Truth was…
You had indeed been jostled awake to Jungkook fumbling around with your panties earlier. Even lifted your hips to help him out. You had known damn well what was coming. Ten minutes of him laying down next to you, his hand over your pussy, calmly caressing the outer lips. Allegedly, he innocently liked to touch your bits because your pussy was pretty. He just wanted to hold it before he went to sleep. Uh huh. Yeah, okay. Even if that was true (it was, how sweet), inevitably, his lizard brain would overcome him (and that it did) and you would soon end up in a compromising position (in this case, his dick in your mouth, mhm, talk about a midsummer night’s dream). If you hadn’t wanted it, you would have stopped him, but (not gonna lie) his dick was a very tasty midnight snack.
It was the weekend, so might as well give into the voices.
(He was probably getting you back for all the times you shook him awake at three in the morning to ride his hard dick, as he should. We’re all unhinged in this house.)
You got off him and Jungkook complained immediately, only to be shut up by you throwing the hand towel on your nightstand at him.
“You’re sweaty!”
“Whose fault is that?!”
“Yours, you horndog!”
“I didn’t tell you to sit on my face!”
“Oh, like your big peepers weren’t BEGGING for it!”
“Well, SOR-REEEE that I think my future wife is hot, what a CRIME!”
He was following (chasing) you to the bathroom. You attempted to close the door in his face and he shoved his naked booty in there with you despite your protests of needing to pee.
“So what! I’m looking!”
“You’re such a creep,” you accused (fondly).
You sat down on the toilet and did your business with Jungkook pointedly staring at you and you pointedly staring back. He was wiping down his shoulders. In the bathroom light, you could see his black hair was slightly damp from sweat. His forehead was glistening, droplets beaded on his skin. His pecs were indeed looking especially delectable today. You stared harder. He twitched and did the same, his big brown eyes making him look extra psycho. He raised the towel just a bit, and you jumped for the toilet paper.
“EY!”
You smacked his tattooed forearm. “Wipe your face!”
“This is the best part!”
“You’re gross,” you snapped, somewhat annoyed but also too used to it (this was the definition of being too comfortable with each other), finishing up neatly and quickly, flushing with a glare before getting up to wash your hands. “What weirdo stands there when a girl is going to the bathroom?”
He looked extremely offended and pouty. “Um, your future husband?”
“My future husband is a creep,” you chirped annoyingly, rinsing off your hands and drying them off.
“As I should be,” Jungkook shot back. “How else will you know I love you?!”
“By being, I dunno, nice and wholesome?”
“I am wholesome! That’s why you put up with me!”
You flapped your hands in mock exasperation.
“What would you do without me?”
Jungkook clasped a hand over his chest, all hilarious dramatics, putting on a solemn expression.
“Be full of cum and empty of heart.”
He placed the back of his hand over his forehead, pretending to sob. You fell into him in roaring laughter, wrapping your arms around him. He immediately showered you with kisses amidst giggles, the towel around his shoulders, flicking his sweat on you (freaking annoying), and you couldn’t ask for a better man. Jungkook could propose to you with a goddamn tempura onion ring and you’d say yes. You were only complaining to complain. It was fun to bicker knowing full well neither of you meant it.
That was how you knew this love was true and perfect.
(See, look at us, a wholesome lovey-dovey couple!)
You both had to spend several minutes standing in the apartment naked, enjoying the air-conditioning, wondering out loud if your neighbors heard anything, asking each other if, hm, maybe a house should be in the works at some point? The living room couldn’t always be Jungkook’s personal gym (yes, it could, he liked to work out while watching television and you weren’t gonna stop him). Anyway, you two might need space, later, just in case.
“You know you’ll have to control yourself if we end up having kids.”
Jungkook made a face of mock disgust. “They’ll have to know how they were made eventually.”
You facepalmed.
(We’ll have to work on it. Future you problem. Future you was a sucker. For Jeon Jungkook. Gross.)
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masterpost
seokjin x ‘deco kit’ photoshoot sketch
Re-reads are important, my dudes.
Working on the finishing touches of my newest One-Shot before posting, and since last night I've discovered not one, not two, but FOUR plot holes and major inconsistencies from having shifted some conversations and decisions halfway through.
Minor and grammatical error adjustments are cool, but those re-reads help trap those sneaky inconsistencies when the story runs in its own direction in areas.
Plus (for me), it's fun reading what came out the fingers when in a trance-like state of writing lol like, hawt damn, I don't remember writing this bit but I like it! Let's keep it.
seokjin x ‘deco kit’ photoshoot sketch
notreallyiwannachangemythemebutimtoouncreative
i suddenly have ideas to write.
i have been freed from the writers block…!
What in Cherries name have I made!!!
Day 9 - Fair
Emmanellain and Sicard bickering. That's it, that's the tweet.
(Mid-EW, no real spoilers. Minor blood tw)
Day 13 - Check
Aymeric and Estinien play chess.
Post-EW, no warning.
Day 2 - Horizon
In which Sicard and Emmanellain climb a tower.
Sicard is annoyed, Emmanellain is a nuisance (affectionate), and Honoroit really just wants to get there.
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