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babygirl (explicit)

genre: the most plotless porn to ever porn, aka SMUT

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: your boyfriend claims the outfit was just for a tiktok - until you realize you're both very into it.

word count: 5k

contains: explicit sexual content ~*~*~ established relationship, jungkook is a tiktoker 🤪, reader is bisexual, jk wears a crop top/miniskirt/knee socks and makeup (and butterfly clips 😭), EXCESSIVE use of petnames especially 'babygirl', feminization, jk is literally the "i'm soooo shyyyyy" tiktok sound, 🚨 kink discovery/exploration/mild kink negotiations during sex 🚨 virginity kink/role-play (they pretend jk is a virgin) 🚨 daddy kink (reader is daddy) 🚨 gender swap role-play including terms for genitals (they call his dick a pussy and her pussy a dick ok ??) 🚨 praise kink and extremely filthy dirty talk, no condom use but idk assume protection bc they're dating and in lurve, also features nipple play, a blowjob, dick riding, cunnilingus, and come eating for good measure 😘

A/N: oh hi! it's been a minute since i've written something TRULY self-indulgent (or outrageously bisexual) so it feels good to return to my brand. i am going to ask that you please please PLEASE take a long hard look at the content warnings up there ^ before you pop this bad boy open. like i really do not wanna get one single rude ask about this story because i will go fucking nuclear 😂 for those of y'all who are into it- i love you, and i hope you fucking enjoy because reading this back was so embarrassingly hot to me that i had to hide my face in my shirt. gahhhhhh okay BYEEEEE

oh also: THIS is the tiktok that inspired this whole thing lmfao. it gave jungkook energy and so he basically makes his own slightly different version in this fic. kbye ✨

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The apartment is dark when you slip back in the front door, the way Jungkook likes it.

Ceiling lights make him cranky and overwhelmed, so your path to the bedroom is painted only in warm glow- a purple LED strip, a switched-on end table lamp, the blue cast from a forgotten PlayStation controller and the swirl of the screensaver over the TV.

You drop your boots at the door, socked feet padding down the hallway.

“JK?” It’s quiet enough to make you imagine an echo in your voice.

You’d promised your boyfriend an evening alone tonight while you went out with friends, which meant a morning of frustrated, huffy sighs, his bottom lip taking up permanent residence jutted out from his mouth in a downturned pout. You decided to let this one run its course, because they always do with him, the dips and swells of his fickle moods— he knows how to right himself again if given enough time and space to complain about it first.

By the time you were hovering over the dresser to put earrings in, Jungkook had seemingly worked the issue all the way out, smiling softly with his cheek smushed against the largest of the plushies on the bed.

“Think I’m gonna have fun tonight. Film some TikToks, maybe get a new video game.”

You’ve hardly been out an hour, so you know you should leave him to it, retrieve your wallet from the purse you forgot to switch it out of— the reason for the intrusion— and let him be.

But you love him. The thrill of sharing space hasn’t waned, even after nearly six months, and you want to steal a little affection before you head back to girls’ night. You can be needy, too.

“Babe?”

At the end of the hall, the hinges of the bedroom door creak as it opens just wide enough for Jungkook to poke his head through.

“You’re back early.”

“Forgot my wallet.”

His eyes are wide and blinking, glittering black in the dim light.

“Is everything okay?” You try a few steps towards him.

“I was making a TikTok,” he mumbles, said sorely, as if it’s a justification for bad behavior. And then the door swings open all the way and you take in the rest of him.

A short, flippy miniskirt sunk low, biting into his hips. A crop top, meant to be small, but obscenely so when stretched across the broad expanse of his chest. Long black socks hiked up over his knees, white stripes at the hem starting to slip, pushed down flexing muscles in his thighs as he shifts, legs crossing, one foot pointed to toe at the floor unsurely. He’s pretty-all-over and nervous.

“Jungkook,” your laugh stutters on an exhale. “Are those my clothes?”

The small silver hoops in his ears— those aren’t new— sway with a hesitant nod.

You’re close enough now to see the way he sucks his lip ring into his mouth, an anxious habit. There’s a rosy pink wash to his cheeks, the same color kissed over his eyelids when he blinks. Lashes that were already envy-inducing made darker and longer with mascara. Gloss dabbed in the center of his full, pinched mouth. Butterfly clips twined through wavy, artfully messy hair.

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask,” he says quickly, lashes fluttering when his gaze drops to the floor, staring at his socks. “I didn’t— I swear I’ve never done this before.”

“I’m not mad, baby.” Your hands find his, clenched in unsure fists at his sides, and coax them open. “You look so good. This is for a TikTok?”

Jungkook nods, punctuated with a squeeze of your hands. You squeeze back. “Wanna see?”

His phone is on the nightstand in your room, plugged in to charge (“I was editing it on 1%”, he admits with a giggle), so you end up crowding in on his side of the bed, sharing one pillow, legs tangling together without thought. You tuck into his side, grateful for the absurdly long charging cord as you prop the phone between your bodies and press play.

At the start of the video, he’s in much more typical Jungkook attire: a baggy black t-shirt, tattoos peeking out under one sleeve, hands stuffed in the pockets of equally oversized cargo pants. He’s barefaced, too, pushing a mock-hurt expression beneath the text caption: Babe, I’m going out with the girls tonight.

When the beat drops, you immediately start to giggle as this skirted, made-up Jungkook takes his place, throwing up a peace sign, blowing a kiss, and at the last second, flexing his biceps as if to send a warning signal.

You press your smile into the crook of your elbow as you let the video loop once, twice more.

Jungkook opts not to watch, instead staring up at the patterns his star projector casts across the ceiling, hands folded behind his head— but once you pause the video from looping again, you catch his eyes roaming over your face. You recognize the look from when he’s shown you certain movies, the way he’ll regularly steal glances down at you on the couch curled up next to him, as if he’s seeing his favorite parts for the first time again through your eyes.

“I love it,” you announce as you place his phone on the nightstand and then roll back against his side, pushing up onto your hands. You use the vantage point of your kitten stretch to take in all of him, the long hard lines of his body, the exposed honey skin that he usually keeps hidden under shapeless black.

“Wow, JK. You’re so pretty, baby.”

Heat blooms in his cheeks, deepening the makeup there, tinting the tips of his ears pink. His feet point and flex restlessly at the end of the bed.

“Do you really think so?” Jungkook asks the question so timidly— it’s rare to hear him this unassured about anything.

“I mean it.” You trace a finger delicately over the hem of his— well, your— shirt, where it rests under the firm structure of his chest. His eyes drop closed as you run the whole of your palm down, admiring his duality: boyish and beautiful, defined muscles with an itty-bitty waist. “I feel like I just won the bisexual lottery.” A dreamy laugh bubbles up in him, his abs fluttering under your hand. “And this skirt looks so much better on you than me,” you murmur as you reach the band of it and keep going, your touch smoothing over the pleated fabric to get a good look.

A noise gets stuck in the back of Jungkook’s throat. “Fuck.” He laughs like he’s gasping for breath.

You drag your gaze back up his body, and his eyes are shut tightly, crinkling at the corners for the effort. “Jungkook?”

The flush in his face is now an uncontrolled burn. He’s outright squirming, thighs flexing to cinch together, knees lifting off the bed so he can press the soles of his socks flat to fidget against the sheets. His fingertips tug at the hem of the skirt as his motions cause it to ride up, just barely. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve been hard since I put it on. Was hoping it would go away by now.”

“Baby.” You say it softly, and you watch him untwist a little, long eyelashes flickering open again. “Why do you want it to go away?”

“I—I don’t know. It’s weird, isn’t it?”

You reach up to brush a loose strand of hair off his face, careful not to disturb the glittery clips. He chases after your hand to lean into your palm, and your thumb strokes over his cheek as he nuzzles in. A warmth has started to pool, low in your belly. “I don’t think it’s weird at all. I think it’s hot.” Jungkook hiccups another laugh, attempting to hide his face between your hand and the pillow.

“Can I touch you, baby?”

The question stills him. Big moon eyes blink up at you as he nods.

When you curl your fingertips under the band of his skirt, Jungkook gasps through parted glossy lips and nearly chokes on a hard swallow. You pause, considering. Your boyfriend is far from the silent type in bed, but you’ve never seen him like this— you’re usually the one coming apart at the seams at his filthy stream of words as he splits you open: that’s it baby, take this cock, so fucking tight for me, god fucking damn.

“Only if you want it,” you remind him, in case he needs to hear it.

“I do,” he breathes. “I really— I don’t know why, ah—“ His sentence dissolves on another breath in when you gently scratch your nails over the curve of his hips. “—w-why I’m so nervous.”

“It’s cute,” you admit with a giggle. You flatten your palms to slide back up the narrowing slope of his waist, smooth tanned skin shivering under your touch, until you find the hem of his crop top again. “I really like you like this, JK. All nervous and blushy. Babygirl is shy.”

The way Jungkook tips his head back on the pillow and whines at your words makes you think you might be onto something.

“Do you like it when I call you babygirl?”

He bites down on his bottom lip, hard enough to deepen the shade of it, and nods.

“Tell me,” you coax, teasing at the hem of his top, encouraging him with the promise of a reward. “I wanna hear you.”

“Y-yeah. I like it. Like being your cute babygirl.”

The words go straight to your core, and you throw a leg over his hip to properly straddle him, bracing your arms on either side of his head to swallow up his responding whimper in a heady, open-mouthed kiss. Jungkook answers just as fervently, tongue sliding along yours, his hands clutching at your shoulders as if to plead for more.

He’s panting when you pull away, shuddering gasps punctuated by a moan as you suck at the underside of his jaw, a purple bruise blossoming beneath your teeth. “My babygirl,” you echo against the hollow of his throat. “All mine.” Your hands move eagerly, pushing the thin strip of fabric across his chest up to reveal soft brown nipples framed by the swell of his pecs. “And you have such pretty little tits, baby.”

You cup one in your palm, dipping down to lick a lazy circle over the nipple of the other. Jungkook full-body shivers, feet kicking softly down on the mattress, and you suck the bud between pursed lips, working gently with tongue and teeth until it hardens in your mouth.

“F-fuck,” he whines, arching up into you, fingertips dragging down the bedsheets. “Feels so good.”

You drop the stiffened peak from between your teeth, shifting to kitten lick at the other and taking advantage of the opportunity to grind down against Jungkook’s hips, already restlessly horny for this new side of him. “So sensitive,” you purr between flicks of your tongue as Jungkook whimpers beneath you. “Are you a virgin, babygirl?”

He hiccups on a moan as you tease his other nipple to attention. “Oh my god, fuck. Is it bad that that’s hot?”

You pull away to climb back up his body and seek a kiss from his pretty pouty lips. “Not bad, baby. You’re perfect, okay?” He makes a soft noise of acknowledgement and you gather up his chest in both hands to lovingly squeeze at his barely-there tits. “My dream girl. Can’t believe nobody’s ever touched you like this before.”

The swirling colors of the star projector on the ceiling of your bedroom reflect back at you like galaxies in his eyes— it’s enough to make you dizzy. The question comes out paired with a dazed, love-drunk giggle: “Would you let me fuck you, babygirl?”

Jungkook’s brow furrows slightly. “I—I don’t—I’m not ready. For anal,” he says quickly.

Coming out of the role-play a bit, you bring both hands to cradle his face between your palms, thumbs rubbing at the hinge of his jaw to encourage him to relax, to breathe. You can feel the hummingbird thrum of his heartbeat under your fingertips. “That’s fine, baby. Not asking you to. I just said it ‘cause it’s hot. We’ll fuck like normal, okay?”

A shy smile returns to his face as he blinks up at you, wide-eyed, lips parted. “Yeah, okay.”

“Do you want to keep going?” When he nods in your hands, you duck down to leave a kiss on the tip of his nose. “I’m so lucky, I get to fuck such a pretty girl.”

A hand slips between your bodies to tweak one of his nipples between your fingers, and Jungkook throws his head back and cries out at the feeling. His hips roll up as he squirms beneath you, and you tighten the grip of your thighs around him at the welcome friction. You can already feel that you’ve soaked through your panties.

“Just, hngh—“ Jungkook whimpers, wrecked and needy, jerking up towards you again when you give the same nipple another soft tug. “Go s-slow with me. Since it’s… my first time.”

You shift to one side and he willingly splays open for you, knees bent and legs spread wide. You can hardly hold back your own groan at the state of him: mouth full and pink, eyes heavy-lidded and black with lust. His palms are pressed innocently over the fabric of his skirt, but you can see the way he’s starting to desperately rut up into his hands.

You bite down on a devious grin. “Yeah, and you’re such a good girl. I bet you kept it nice and tight for me.”

“Fuuuuuck,” he whines loudly.

Teasing a hand under the hem of his skirt, you’re surprised to find nothing but smooth, bare skin all the way up. “Oh, no panties?” Your gaze trails along his body from where you’ve settled on the mattress between the heat of his thighs, until you find his eyes with yours. “Are you a little slut?”

There’s a flash of something in Jungkook’s eyes as he goes still, whimpers softening to uneven breaths. He tugs his lip ring into his mouth in that familiar way, then gives his head two quick shakes, firm enough to shift a few waves in his hair.

“No?” You try again. “You’re a good girl, huh? You want praise?” When he nods, you gently caress the muscles of his leg under your touch, giving a loving palmful squish to the soft skin at his inner thigh. “Talk to me, baby. Please?”

“I want praise,” he murmurs. “Wanna be good for you.”

“You’re so good, baby. Thank you for telling me.” As if in reward, your hand finds his cock, fully erect and pressed obscenely into the flimsy fabric of his skirt. He hisses when you run a finger delicately up his shaft, tracing the fat, sensitive vein there. “You just wanted to make it easy for me, is that it?”

Jungkook’s eyes flutter closed, painted lashes nearly dusting his cheeks. “Yeah. I’m good. Your good babygirl virgin—“ He gasps when you wrap your hand around him for one slow pump, and it’s like your touch opens up something inside of him. “—with the tightest fucking pussy.” His cock throbs in your palm when he says it.

The filthy words spark a licking flame in your gut and a drip between your legs. “Fuck yes you are.”

You can’t spend a second longer teasing him— your free hand moves quickly to flip his skirt up over his hips and you drink him all in, hard and thick and pressed flat to his abdomen. “God, and your pussy’s just as pretty as the rest of you, baby.” The head of his cock is slick, glossed shiny with precum, and you run your thumb along his slit as more beads up, threatening to spill over and pour down his shaft. “You’re so wet for me. Can I eat you out, babygirl?”

“Please,” he moans.

You lean down to drag your tongue over the tip, to lick up the sticky-sheen there. With a little noise of appreciation, you take him into your mouth, suckling at the head of his cock and enjoying the warmth and weight of it on your tongue.

Jungkook is a whimpering mess, coming undone underneath you, and he throws an arm over his face to smother needy sounds into the crook of his elbow. As much as you’d love to see his wrecked expression, something about the way he tries to hide from the pleasure is working for you: it adds to this blushy-squirmy-shy virgin babygirl thing that has your thighs sticking together with how much it’s turning you on.

“Ah, that feels so fucking good,” he gasps, and you suck down more of his cock, hollowing your cheeks as you go. He’s emboldened now, either from not having to look you in the face or from the heat of your mouth enveloping him, the firm rub of your tongue over his frenulum. “Your mouth on my pussy, on my pretty little cunt, hngh.”

The way he’s talking has you practically humping the bedsheets beneath you, slow jerks of your hips that have the added benefit of pushing his cock into the back of your throat. You gag slightly around him but refuse to let up, humming around his shaft in a wordless request for more.

“Oh fuck,” Jungkook groans as you take him deeper. “Fuck yes, so good, daddy.”

It takes a second for you to process the word, and then you pull off with a wet pop, swiping away strings of drool with the back of your hand. “Mmm—you want me to be daddy?”

At first he can only manage a soft whine, legs shifting restlessly over the bedsheets at the loss of contact. He nods his head, then finally whimpers his answer. “Y-yeah, I want that. Please, daddy.”

“God, you’re so hot.” You pause to press a kiss to the sharp jut of his hip bone, purring your question against the blush in his skin, glowing warm all-over. “Do you want to take daddy’s cock now, babygirl?”

You’re already starting to strip, discarding your shirt and then your bra off the edge of the bed as he bites down on his lip and nods. “Want it so bad, daddy. I’m ready.”

Horny enough to be nearly delirious, you both dissolve into giggles as you fight to get your jeans off— Jungkook helps you wrestle them over your ankles, your ruined panties following in quick succession while he peels his pushed-up crop top all the way off.

You crawl up the bed to capture his mouth in another kiss, sucking on his bottom lip as you straddle yourself over his hips and take his cock in your hand.

“Nice and slow, okay?” You murmur as you start to stroke him, and he nods again, head tipping back against the pillows. “We’ll stretch that pussy open. Hold my hand?” Your free hand reaches for him while the other keeps working his cock, and your fingers intertwine. “I want babygirl’s first time to be special.”

Jungkook looks at you like you hung the moon. “I fucking love you.”

With a small smile, you brush your lips lightly over his ink-dyed skin, pressing a kiss to each of his knuckles, his thumb, the back of his hand. “Love you more.”

Then you push up to hover over him, use the hand wrapped around his cock to guide him to your entrance, and start to slowly sink down.

He’s thick enough that you’d have to take it slow at first even if he wasn’t playing virgin, but you’re so slick with arousal that the stretch is only delicious. “Fuck, baby,” you groan as you bottom out on him, your knees bracketing him to sink into the mattress. “How does it feel? Doesn’t hurt does it?”

“N-no,” he whimpers, hips lifting eagerly up towards you, clearly desperate for friction. “’Sgood.”

“Can I move, baby?”

“Please. Fuck me, daddy.”

“Yeah, baby, you’ve been so good to save it all for me. Gonna give you daddy’s cock like you deserve, my good girl.” You flatten one hand against his chest and start to move, your other hand still laced in his.

Jungkook’s eyes roll back in his head as you rock along his length, your pussy flooding stored-up wetness down his shaft and making an audible squelch with every stroke. You can’t recall ever being this turned on in your life.

When you find the angle where his head rubs firmly over your g-spot, you gasp, squeezing his hand tight.

“Shit, baby.” You start to ride him rougher, lifting your hips to bounce on his cock, right there, again and again. The pleasure makes your head spin and your mouth run wild. “Your tight little pussy takes daddy’s cock so well. It’s gonna be a custom fit by the time I’m done with you, made to take me whenever I want it, fuck.”

Jungkook’s whimpers have blossomed to full, airy moans, and he flattens his feet against the bed so he can buck up into you, meeting you thrust for thrust. “Oh my fucking god.”

His cock twitches inside you on a particularly hard thrust, and you can tell by the way he’s fisting the bedsheets that he’s already close, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he desperately tries to hold off his orgasm. You’re so desperate to see him come all the way undone that you can’t even care to wait for yours.

“Yeah,” you groan, “I can feel your pussy squeezing me, babygirl. Gonna come? I want you to. Wanna feel you come all over daddy’s big cock.”

His words slur together in a fuck-drunk rush. “Oh my god, y-yeah, please fuck me, daddy, fuck me, fuck me—“ His thrusts grow sloppy as he reaches his peak, and you refuse to let up, untangling from his grip so you can press both hands into the mattress to fuck him relentlessly.

“Take it, baby,” you practically growl. “Be a good girl and take this cock and come for daddy. Come for me and then suck me off.”

“Daaaaaddy,” Jungkook wails loudly and throws his head back, hips jerking violently as he comes. You can feel his cock pulse through his orgasm and the thick, warm ropes of his cum that spill out inside you with every throb of release.

You don’t even get a moment to still yourself and catch your breath before he lunges: he hooks his hands under your knees and yanks you onto your side so fast that you hit the mattress with a yelp of a laugh.

“Jesus, Jungkook!” His only response is to spread you open and attack your pussy with his mouth like he’s hungry for it. The flimsy miniskirt is still pushed up over his hips, so you can see the pert curve of his bare ass in the air as his tongue dives into your entrance.

He’s clearly still too deep in post-orgasm haze to start off precise as he drinks his own cum out of you with long, sloppy licks, grunting and gasping into your pussy like breathing is an afterthought.

“Oh my god,” you moan, your hips jerking against his mouth as he runs his tongue along your sensitive walls.

Once he's cleaned you out and his nose, lips and chin are all shining with slickness, he drags his tongue up through your folds to circle your clit, and three of his fingers find purchase in your cunt, replacing the loss of his cock. He starts to rock them fast and hard against your g-spot, and the mess of his cum that was fucked up too far for his mouth to reach dribbles out of you, running down his wrist, all wet and noisy as he pushes it back in again.

The pleasure is immediate and overwhelming, and when he sucks hard on your clit, arousal blooms heavy in your gut, enough to have you babbling.

“My god, fuck, baby,” you groan, back arching off the bed and fingers twisting in the sheets. “You got s-so fucking good at sucking cock while you were— hngh— while you were saving your pussy for me, huh?”

Jungkook whines loudly, open-mouthed against your cunt, the pace of his tongue and fingers only getting more insistent.

Your orgasm starts to crest hard and fast, and you tighten a hand in his hair, knocking a few butterfly clips loose in your urgency, in how fucking close you are. When you glance down at him, just the sight of how eagerly he's working your pussy is enough to send you over the edge.

“My pretty perfect girl,” you rasp as he pounds into you over and over, lips and tongue relentless on your clit. “Perfect pussy. Perfect mouth. So fucking good for daddy. Gonna come in your mouth, pretty girl, so you can swallow my load—ohhhh fuck, fuck—“

You cry out as your climax hits you full-force, makes your thighs shake and your toes curl and your pussy pulse around Jungkook’s fingers. It feels like you’re coming forever, in endless shuddering waves, until you start to writhe with overstimulation, and he finally pulls back when you release your grip on his hair.

You can’t do anything but collapse against the mattress with your eyes closed, completely dazed, and attempt to remember how to breathe.

“Holy fuck,” you manage to gasp.

There’s a soft shifting sound, and then you feel the weight of Jungkook laying down next to you. You’re both sideways, feet dangling off the edge of the bed, but you roll towards him anyway. The AC kicks on, and a shiver ghosts over the sweat that’s gathered behind your knees as you press your cheek into his chest.

“You really did like it?” Jungkook’s question surprises you, and you blink your eyes open and look up to take in the nervous expression on his face.

“I loved it, JK. That was so hot. I didn’t even know you could get like that. All… sensitive and responsive. But like, shy. Oh my god. I meant it when I said I liked this side of you.” You hitch a leg over him as he pulls you closer into his side, and you continue, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek with your palm. “I’m literally bi. That means I like you as my boyfriend, or girlfriend, or anyone in between.”

You can feel the heat under your hand when he blushes. “I think I maybe want to be both, sometimes. But, agh, I don’t know.” He squirms unsurely, and you brush your thumb over the line of his jaw.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to know. We can figure it out.”

“Thank you,” he murmurs, and then he promptly turns away from you, rolling over in an attempt to bury his face in the mattress with a soft giggle.

“Hey, don’t hide! Come back here,” you laugh, rolling yourself on top of him, so your bodies press together all the way down. You grind your hips against him a little to tease, jolts of stimulation jumping through your still-sensitive center, and your eyes widen.

“Baby, are you—“ you glance down and confirm it, the thick outline of him pressed tight under his skirt and dripping a wet spot into the fabric. “Already?”

Jungkook pulls his lip ring into his mouth for a second before he admits it. “All that cocksucking stuff you were saying.” Even the tips of his ears are red now, in equal parts shame and arousal. “Just… crazy fucking hot. It made me get hard again so fast.” His feet kick softly down on the bed. “Ngh, it’s embarrassing, stop looking.”

You swallow his whimper with a gentle kiss, your tongue swiping lightly across his pouty lower lip. When you pull away, you dust a few loose strands of hair off his forehead. “Do you want to keep going?”

He nods, and you breathe a laugh.

“Well, give me a second and we can go for round two.” A hand snakes under his skirt, and you do your best to cup his ass beneath you, eventually having to settle for scratching your nails lightly over the outside of his thigh. “Just want daddy’s cock all the time now that you’re not a virgin anymore, huh?”

He outright moans into your mouth when you lean in to kiss him again, before turning his head away to mutter shyly as you lick a stripe up his neck. “Gonna make me come in my fucking pants.”

“You’re not wearing pants,” you giggle, and then you gracelessly roll off of him. “Let me just text my friends first so they know I didn’t die.”

At the mention of your friends, Jungkook whines and forces a small pout as you fumble for your phone on the nightstand. “I feel bad. You were supposed to be with them tonight.”

You scoot back to sit next to him on the bed and rest one hand on his thigh as you pull up your group chat on your phone. “Don’t, baby. I’m where I wanna be.” Your hand sneaks a little higher, cupping at the firm bulge between his legs over the fabric of his skirt, and you can’t help your nasty grin. “I’ll just say something came up.”

“Stoppppp,” he persists, grabbing a pillow to hide his face in, but you don’t miss the way his cock twitches under your palm.

With the text quickly composed and sent, you drop your phone back on the side table and proceed to crawl on top of him again. He pulls his shield away to stare up at you, blinking those wide, bottomless, good girl-fuck me eyes.

Your adoration of all that he is hits you like a fucking train. “There will be other girls’ nights,” you murmur, eyes roaming over his beautiful face. “There’s only one girl I need tonight.” It’s fucking corny, half role-play and half serious, but you mean every word, and it seems to melt away some last bit of reserve in Jungkook that you couldn’t quite reach before.

He blushes all over, wraps both arms around your neck, dots every inch of skin he can reach with soft, glossy-wet kisses. “Love you, love you, love you.”

“Love you more, babygirl.”

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amuseoffyre · 4 months

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Time for round 2 of my look back on Stede's S1 clothes with the new layers added by S2.

This will probably entirely be focused on episode 4, because there's a heck of a lot of stuff going on here, what with the flashbacks and everything.

I've done previous posts about a lot of his outfits in Bridgetown that make him blend in with the backgrounds, but I also want to take a look at them in the context of who he was and the people around him.

First we have the carriage suit, when he's basically being sold off in marriage for a land-contract.

Compared to his father's austere black outfit, Stede's outfit is very, very dramatically different with the patterns. But specifically, it is the colour and pattern of the interior of the carriage. Like the carriage, he is a commodity, an object to be used and disposed with as Dad Bonnet sees fit.

Also I love that they put Stede and Mary in opposite colour palettes from the word go: she's in light clothes while his are mostly dark; he's sitting on a pale seat with a darker background while she's sitting on a dark seat with a pale one. A set up for contrast and contradiction.

Next we cut to the wedding flashback and Stede's still in the same cut and style of coat, but like Mary has an extra froth of lace on his cravat. It's a wedding. Gots to be special. (And again, the blue/white froth combo when he's near the sea)

The colour of the coat is fascinating. Reds, browns and grey with that splash of teal in there. It's not a colour we see Stede in much, but significantly, across both seasons red in a fabric becomes the symbol of love. Here it's subdued and dulled down by stronger colours, which makes sense when he's a man who wanted to marry for love. No place for all-out red here.

When we jump forward several years, the clothes are telling more of a story. Stede is in blue-toned (sea) clothing when we know he's already well on his way to planning his ship, while Mary is dressed in earthy tones (land) with flowers.

They're in contrasting colours again. There's no scene where they're together that they ever actually match their clothing. Even in the family painting from episode 1, Stede is in his blue tones while Mary and the children are in warm yellows and browns.

But - adorably - when Stede is playing with the kids, they're wearing shades of blues and greens like he was, a sign that he did have some connection with them, even as tenuous as it was.

And look at that scale motif on his waistcoat :D Someone had mermish aspirations.

On we go and to the wedding anniversary gifts and what I love about this outfit is that this is the very, very first time we see all Stede's outfit turn towards the warmer end of the spectrum.

He's had his ship built and he's about to tell his wife about it and this is the closest he's come to matching her right before he tells her this fab thing he's done for the whole family, including her. His waistcoat is nearly identical in colour to her dress.

The fact that he dons her colour and it's the same colour as his battle jacket? Interesting, no? Which also happens to be the colour of cowardice and fear. And yet ironically, also hope and warmth. It's a fine, fine line.

And then we have the nightshirt with the golden waves embroidered on it. Sir, your yearning is strong.

Oh and to get back on the yellow horse, our man ran away without telling one while wearing a yellow outfit. That really is his colour coded towards being afraid but Doing the Thing anyway.

And now, we're back to the present and Stede is once more in his bed nook in his yellow battle jacket, lamenting what a terrible pirate he is. Second time in 4 episodes. Well done, sir. Your emoting Jacket is working.

And I just had to take a moment to go and cackle into a cushion when I was capping the next moment, because Stede's next outfit is comprised of what I like to call the Slutty Red Breeches of Lurve.

Because he went into his closet with this man who showed a keenness for fingering fine fabrics and especially asked about silk. So what does our man Stede do? Grabs a pair of silk breeches in the canonically confirmed colour of love and holds them right in front of his crotch with a beaming, optimistic smile on his face :D

And the very very next frigging scene starts with Blackbeard's head level in the shot with Stede's red-clad crotch. I mean. I JUST. I'M THINKING THINGS.

But digressing. Yes. Stede does in fact have Pants of Lurve. And more significantly, he lets Ed get into his pants within an hour of meeting him 🤣

Also significantly Stede keeping his collar open is new. He's had it open before after being locked up or having his shirt shredded, but he's being a little saucy and wearing a gaping nearly translucent shirt with no waistcoat. Positively a harlot XD Combine that with the red "come touch my silk" breeches, he is flirting with his clothes, even if he doesn't realise it.

And last but not least, we have Stede's final outfit of the episode:

What I love the most about this is that it's clear he's absolutely comfy in those clothes. Right now, he looks so out of place in it, because we've only seen him presenting himself the way he thinks he has to present himself.

Yes, he likes his silks and frills and fripperies, but knowing that down the line, he gets leather trousers of his own, he's not limiting himself to what he thinks he should wear's meant to wear to fit in. He's a man who wears what he wants and likes, regardless of whether he "should" :)

Episode 1 - 3 / Episodes 5-6

#ofmd #ofmd meta #stede bonnet #ofmd costuming

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mouseratz · 9 days

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tagging game! tagged by @yarboyandy

-three ships

uhhhh. Off the top of my head. 1.lisacreature duh. the whole movie. they're not a healthy relationship but like they're fine they just destroy everything around them. i lurv it . also of fucking course I wanted a zombie boyfriend as a teenager. I won't lie to any of you

2. danbert bc gay people in my phone. classic case of toxic yaoi. so toxic I've been thinking about them for years. if only reanimator had like been gay on purpose we could've had it all

3. also based off of "what's in my camera roll". the evil scientists from mst3k are gay also. Dr Forrester and tvs frank.... is this even disputed. I don't care. I've known this since I was a child. "they're gay married and kill each other in looney tunes esque situations daily" feels like part of the character concepts.

-first ship

Inuyasha x Kagome, most likely. it's like one of the first obsessions I can remember where a show had like, a romantic throughline I cared about at all. although, to be fair, I was still mostly into the comedy and supernatural stuff, and this was Very Young.

-last song I listened to

youtube

I stumbled upon the tiny desk concert performance and well. I am not immune to popular things. chappell roan is pretty awesome. I love the videos and performances, but the pop music is also really solid, and I find myself enjoying it way more than expected. this songs good but I haven't listened to it a lot yet....my first time actually

-currently reading

Perry Mason and the Glamorous Ghost. I'm only like a chapter in. idk it was an impulse buy on my birthday because the cover was awesome. also pictured: my copy of Frankenstein. I read that in October. loved it

-currently watching

uhmmmm. still rewatching always sunny in Philadelphia. forever. watched a couple episodes of space ghost coast to coast earlier. I still want to keep watching twin peaks the return but I haven't because. idk. its hard to be me....

-relationship status

very incredibly single. it is very hard to date when u can't drive where I live. I mean it's hard in any circumstance but whatever shots I had are dust. would love to date sometime in my life possibly. I have been feeling that way for um. like four years now. so. we will see how that goes.

-current obsessions

Lisa Frankenstein, obvs.....my hobbies and such though? kind of in a slump. I've been like.....learning how to apply makeup for once for fun. I'm still very bad at it but idgaf it is what it is what's always made me uncomfortable about it was that it never "looked right" and I didn't want to be judged. instead of just treating it like a for fun thing. ie I want Colors On My Face I don't even cover up my acne atp. oh and the gender thing. like if I didn't do the makeup right I was being bad at being a girl. and now I do not have to worry about that at all.

-currently craving

like, food? um. I hope the brownies I made tonight taste good in the morning. I let them cool overnight so idk how they taste yet.

-favorite color

green, but I'm a big fan of what pink and black (I KNOW it's not a 'real color' IDC) and some shades of blue and yellow and orange have going on. I just like colors lmao

-tagging

hiiii I won't mind if you don't do it this is just a little shout-out okay :) @mahkari @jokeryuri @homokommari @mushroom-in-space

also anypony else who wants to do it can.....I won't be mad

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Reaper

He'd definitely be really tall, to the point where people would be like 'ack- there goes my neck :(' I also like to headcanon him with really long black hair that he stubbornly doesn't put up or cut, and he uses it as a reason to flirt with Geno (who I personally think'd love to play with his hair)

These piercing blue eyes that will probably make him look really intimidating, and a couple of scars because he's just clumsy lmao

So many piercings. A lot in the ears (like industrial and such), and maybe snake bites and eyebrow? I headcanon him wearing either suits or jumpers with baggy trousers - no inbetween. He wears stomper boots, despite definitely not needing to (teehee, I lurve talking headcanons)

Omg thank you for all those they are amazing :00000 (stealing him sjfjdj)

Everything is so cool and I really wanted headcanons for this guy :33

I don't really like some of the results but here

I'm sorry but I had to

Oh I almost forgot the blue eyes

Thank you very much for those‼️‼️ I REALLY love them‼️‼️‼️‼️

#kv asks #kv art #reapertale #reapertale sans #reaper sans #death sans #human reaper sans #others interpretations

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waitmyturtles · 2 years

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I want to offer a few follow-up thoughts (long post), as promised as I process process process, on the whole Thua situation in episode 11 of The Eclipse. I am especially inspired by the excellent discourse on this topic by @respectthepetty on a number of points: 1) that Akk may have had his outing coming to him as he was essentially a bully as a prefect, and 2) that Aye had also outed or threatened to out others, and us viewers either didn’t even notice (whoops, me) and/or forgave him much more easily than Thua. @respectthepetty in the comments of one of their posts also writes that in outing Akk, that Thua was actually following the rules/practices of the way Aye had done his outings, and that nothing is black and white here, which are both very excellent points. I’ll get to the black and whiteness, or lack thereof, this whole plot sitch in a sec.

(I also very much appreciate the lovely @lelephantsnail‘s reblog tag of my last Eclipse post about Thua’s Machiavellian side, which I can totally see. Thua Apologists Club, ha!)

So I’m still holding anger towards Thua, and the discourse on Thua is forcing me to understand why I’m feeling this way (and y’all know I lurve when a drama does this to me). And I think I am understanding why I’m twisted in a knot in confusion as I process the arguments that support Thua:

I think Thua’s accusations and revelations against Akk, and THEN his revelations that he continued the curse, were out of order for me. I think it’s literally the flow in which these things were written and revealed that are messing me up.

If I had found out FIRST that Thua had done the banner and the burning -- we then would have been led to ask, WHY. “WHY did you do that, Thua?”

And THEN, Thua could have said: “well, the dudes that were continuing the curse -- Akk and Namo -- fell off the train. And there was more truth that needed to be revealed. I feel for the young protestors. I did things that scared them, but didn’t physically hurt them. I needed to get to this moment where we could confront Chadok, because my stepdad gave me a significant clue about that POS. And I’m angry that I knew about Akk doing the more dangerous shit, and Aye helping to cover for him. All y’all need to admit y’all fucked up, and me too.”

IF that order had been established, then I think Thua and his actions, as written, would have come off as more legitimate. Instead, I unfortunately think that the way in which Thua FIRST reveals all of the stuff about Akk, in front of a potentially homophobic and dangerous audience of schoolboys, WITHOUT ALSO revealing his role in front of that same audience, and holding back those extra curse details until he was safe with just his homies -- to me, it seemed to make Thua out to be a little sniveling revenge guy.

I just unfortunately think this wrongheaded writing set-up has led to Thua getting so much hate from the Eclipse lovers on the tag. But again, I TOTALLY SEE the points that the pro-Thua supporters are making. Because you guys are right, too. It wasn’t fair for Aye to out Thua. @respectthepetty, to another point you made in the comments -- Thua absolutely has anger. He’s angry because he lost his dad, he’s angry because his stepdad is a punk, he’s angry because his friends are also punks, hiding their bad shit, covering for each other, and he’s aching because of what the protestors are going through because he’s a good guy on the inside, and can’t stand that all this punking is leaving the protestors vulnerable.

But, ultimately, I think the writers punked Thua. I think the pro-Thua audience is picking up on everything that gets Thua upright in his morality in these moments. But the writers let his character down with this out-of-order reveal situation, and he ends up looking a little weenie because of it (completely 100% in my humble opinion). I’m bummed, because I think there could have been potential for a much stronger display of awesomeness from him.

Finally, @respectthepetty notes in the comments of the second post I linked that some folks on the tag are saying that outing isn’t right in any situation. I definitely admit that I completely blanked on the moment that Aye outed Thua to Thua’s mom (I do remember cringing, but I didn’t identify it as an outing moment specifically). You also note that nothing is black and white in this show.

I just want to emphasize and support this, because while I’m criticizing the writers for the way in which *I think* they punked Thua, that at the same time, these characters are REALLY COMPLICATED. Before I read your comment about black and white, I had definitely processed (while washing dishes, ha) that each character is very deeply nuanced. The aspects of commentary about depression and anxiety vis à vis each of the characters is different, and how they manage their survival of Suppalo is different.

I think it was @bengiyo that also said in the comments that folks on the tag that are critical of the Thua storyline are expecting linearly fluffy BL storylines, and that The Eclipse is far more complicated than just being linear to a happy ending. I want to say again that while I’m critical of the writing regarding Thua in this post, that I SO AGREE that this script is holding heavy and complicated weight. And I think that’s why we’re all loving the show so so much. It’s holding a lot. Aye, especially, is an all-over-the-place character with a lot of nuance to him. Akk joins those ranks, Thua joins those ranks. For my sake, Thua got ran over a bit by the need from the writers to pace faster to end the series, but I have really appreciated being confronted with diverse discourse that supports Thua outside of my original wtf feeling towards him.

WHEW! Much much much respect to the pro-Thua supporters out there, y’all made me THINK AND PROCESS A LOT! <3

#the eclipse #the eclipse meta #akk x aye #kan x thua #respectthepetty you are amazing #i love when the discourse really gets me thinking far more deeply than i would have ever done

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hiphopcherrrypop · 2 months

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pinterest fits 😱

reference pics under cut as well as me yapping

i somehow didnt realize til after finishing it i kind of gave jabashiri his normal outfit but inversed color lolz..... but anyways i can imagine like he would like looser pants but hates when they drag on the floor lol. so he either cuffs them or tucks them into his shoes is theyre too baggy

kept hagure in his hoodie and big shorts combo lol.. i was gonna say i cant picture him in pants but then i realized. wait he witewally wore pants last ep... oh well. not putting him in his cap was also an internal battle

i think zabu would wear pretty similar clothes to his school uniform tbh; kinda sporty style jackets + pants, i decided on this outfit bc i wanted to go a little further from his school outfit and most of the other ones i liked for him were all black lol

okay SOOO tew be honest i was having trouble finding smtn i think he would wear + i choose random outfit from piwon killin it promotiuons i liked.. thank u jongseob✌😭 i feel like he'd definitely wear something more colorful + overall lighter pallet than this outfit lol but i liked the half skirt so 🤯👍

anyways if im talking what he'd actually wear... gonna ramble a lot oops,.... i'd lurve more info on like. all the characters' home lives... big family = i often just assume to having some money struggles at home, so i imagine most of his clothes are thrifted stuff. idk what the age gaps is here but he's the oldest sibling so he doesn't get hand-me-downs.. i like to think of him being a very caring big brother, and he doesnt rly care about if what he wears is consider feminine or masculine, so he keeps what he gets a pretty even balance of the two, thinking not just abt his own tastes but also what'll eventually go to his siblings. but then when they get passed down eventually his siblings end up fghting over who gets what.. "it was his skirt first and he's a boy, wdym you get it just bc your a girl?!" smtn like that loll

it's so preppy in here.!! ik the sweatshirt was just like lounge clothes but i reallyyyy loved that outfit for him lolzz... i wanna see him in more big sweaters and sweatshirts...

sorry for lack of marito and outa aughh.. i was struggling with both of them, outa especially i have rly no clue what to put him in XD

but marito i'd imagine in clothes kinda similar to in the flashbacks; his regular outfit is very different to that but kind of ?? idk hot topic pastel mall goth. if that makes sense

maybe something kinda like this but probably with tripps or some other baggy pants w more pink accents

i type this up at 2am + dont feel like proof-reading now bear with me if some of this does nawt make sense 😭👍

#if anyone wanna see a character in smtn else u can send me pics + i will try to draw thatttt #bucchigiri?!#bucchigiri #bucchigiri fanart #jabashiri nagare #hagure tatsuto #komao sakigake #zabu kakeru #matakara asamine

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whitetailedbussy · 6 months

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kinks found here r more extreme !!

detrans + misogyny/patriarchy + transphobia (against ftm)

fauxcest + kidnap + snuff + noncon/rape

note: i am transmasc and black. i am a FULL ADULT NIGGA, this is all consensual! ty!

please message but dont expect pictures, meetups, contact outside here, etc

lurve you ~♡

limits rn include racial slur useage & public humiliation

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for-dramas-sake · 1 year

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The Starry Love ep 35, 36 thoughts

Did anyone suspect that Husui/Suzhi was going to kill 2 guards?And then the 2 couples just let it go? Even though she's been through some stuff in her past which made her this way, I don't trust her anymore. She's willing to do anything to protect the girls and while I'm for that she can present a risk.

The enemies are surrounding our couples. There are very few places they can escape to. It seems like they'll always be on the run, unless…

Ganging up on the weakest emperor? Cheap move, guys! Not cool.

Then the girls decide to go for the offensive! Ooh. Risky plan, but it's a change from all of the running they've been doing.

I sense a heavenly divorce is on the way after the empress marched into the Ninth Heaven Hall. And then everyone is telling the emperor,"stop, don't do this." Then to make things even more embarrassing, the Void Tyrant mocks him. "Can't keep your women in line?"

I think the Immortal emperor does care for his empress. He's just an asshole, too.

Reunion scene in the mortal realm was cute! Haichou got rejected! And then the boys can call the emperor "father-in-law"!

Woah. Mood change (but unsurprising nonetheless). The boys are captured, and the emperors decided to play it smart and take on the girls alone.

Not Qingkui! She was the best of them! She deserved better! Noooo!!

It IS a fantasy drama. Maybe she could come back? Please?

What an ending! The two guys are passed out from overworking themselves to save their beloveds. At least Yetan was saved by Youqin before he fell to the black sand.

When Yetan wakes up and is calling for her sister, my heart breaks. She just lost her friend and now her sister. The pain is too much. Both times she can't accept it because both girls were right there with her the whole time. Loss of a life is new and terrible. I hope, if just for Yetan's sake, no one else dies.

The Immortal emperor again on his high horse talking down to his son. We don't like him and after the "I wish you hadn't been revived just to fall in love with a mortal woman" line, we REALLY don't like him. And after he sealed Youqin's memory we are starting to hate him, aren't we?

The Immortal Turtle is back. For the record, I'm not excited about this. I like Youqin much better when he had emotions and was in lurv. This earlier version of Youqin is just fun to make fun of.

Void Queen comes to gloat, push Chaofeng around and destroy the necklace he gave Qingkui! He cries and so would I. You've got to hand it to the villains of this drama. They don't just give our favorite characters pain, but they love to relive that pain and make them suffer.

Hmmm. Yes, I see that you're trying to get power from a root using your blood. Would you to try a dose of sanity instead?! Yetan, don't just give into pure rage! And Suzhi, why did you put this ridiculous idea into a grieving girl's heart?

Yetan has joined the Void gang! While we all should take a moment to reflect that this is probably a bad idea, let's also admire Yetan's makeup and outfit. She looks good for the bad girl. She is rocking that black and purple.

Yetan has become the Void Devil she always wanted to be. Her power is immense and the way she walks into the Void Palace like a boss bitch and owns everyone is awesome. However, this comes with loss, friends and family dead and physical pain endured. No one could have predicted this outcome.

Yetan doesn't waste time. The throne isn't even cold yet and already she's claiming territory.

After the revenge taken and the throne of the Void Realm taken, what could be next for the Immortal Turtle and his devil girlfriend? Their reunion, at least for her, is going to be painful.

If you could stomach my outlandish in the moment thoughts, want to read some more? Previous episodes:

33, 34 / 31, 32 / 29,30 / 27,28 / 25,26 / 23, 24 / 21, 22 / 19, 20 / 17,18 / 15,16 / 13,14 / 11, 12 / 9, 10 / 7, 8 / 5, 6 / 3, 4 / 1, 2

#landy li #chen xingxu #the starry love #cdrama #chinese drama

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: L'urv Race Ready Black Moto Leggings M.

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talesoftattonwiltswoe · 1 year

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Tatton & Marion: Part I.

(Aka Tate + LURV💘 Valentine’s Day Special)

Tatton was 4 when he heard his first love story. It was a story of a knight who braved an ocean of terrors to return home to his true love. Gap toothed and blushing, little Tate soaked it all up, thinking it the most heroic, noble tale he’d ever heard. From then on, romance swirled through his mind, enchanting him like some sparkling treasure he knew he’d find one day. He swore that whoever he loved, he’d value them above everyone else and gift them the Sun in a basket woven from the stars and only the fairest winds.

When Tatton was 15, he fell in with another group his age. Kinder than the last, he once again became hopeful of belonging so he fashioned himself to fit in with their company. They were wild without being rowdy but above all, they were gossipers, eager to tease and make fun of the townsfolk. Young and raging with change, romance eventually began to take the spotlight of their conversations. Tatton, ever eager to join their tale-telling, remained silent and confused when that particular topic arose. Not that he didn’t have anything to add: Ever the dreamer, the boy had numerous crushes and fancies growing up, all of which he thought were the ‘one’ love he’d been waiting for. Most of these stories had numerous embarrassments attached to them when he realized this was not the case.

He might have shared these experiences and found some solidarity with any who understood the pain of rejection. But strung behind his sensitivity was a deep fear of hurt and isolation, a fear woven into him by his previous bullies. Desperate to please and fit in, Tatton learned when to tuck his heart into his sleeve, becoming extremely selective of what he showed of himself to others. Shallow things, passing emotions, enthusiasms and charm… these were safe to express. But deeper hopes and beliefs were dangerous to share and stayed hidden. And because he took his search for love so solemn and seriously, he never had much to add to their conversations. Idealism still gripped his heart and instead of envying the numerous exploits this group spoke of, he held out his hope and his search for his ‘one’, the one he’d cross the seas to save, the one who’d truly see who he was and love him anyways, till death them parted.

Still, peer pressure weighed upon him. In passing, Tatton mentioned his belief in his ‘one’ and recoiled as the group teased him. Their jests were good-natured and wholesome, but their words still stung the sensitive, people-pleasing Tatton. His fears solidified further. Eventually, he figured out the right words to say, the right lies to brag about, so they’d lose interest and leave him out of the topic.

Then she arrived.

Marion was a girl of 16 from Archet, a hunter’s daughter. Tatton hadn’t known then just how much she’d change him by the time the year had passed: Marion with her eyes of river blue, her boyish gait, her black curls clipped to her ears in defiance of Breeland’s trends. Marion was outspoken, fearless, and wickedly intelligent. Tatton first saw her lounging on the rim of the Boar Fountain, munching on dried boar jerky. When Tatton joked it wasn’t polite to eat that there, she ended up splashing him with the fountain water until the constables eyed the two and shooed the giggling miscreants away. Afterwards, they became thick as thieves, looking for excuses to speak about every topic under the Sun and Moon. Tatton eventually dragged her into his group of friends and sincerely enjoyed Marion’s company, thinking she was engaging and interesting to be around. She spoke the things he believed but was too hesitant to admit and even when she harshly judged a belief, Tatton never felt like she judged -him-. She was one of the few people he felt safe enough to be honest with and she admitted to him that she found a kindred mind in him, just as he did with her. But, embarrassed by his past experiences with romance, he thought nothing beyond that, never considering she might have liked him or that they were old enough to even think of courting.

One overcast day, his group of friends gossiped in the shadow of the Four Farrow’s Crafting Hall awning. As they spoke, Marion shifted her head and her eyes slid over Tatton’s friend, Oliver, then darted to him, a strange secret kind of glance. Tatton would never be able to explain why that moment sparked what it did. But something changed from then. It started with awareness. Tatton suddenly became extremely aware of Marion when she was around him. Even in a busy tavern or square, he would always notice -her- above everyone else, like she was some instrument playing louder than the rest. Then he started noticing small details about her, details like the way she’d flick her wrist before ruffling her hair, the scent her clothes carried from the bakery she loved to visit, or the kind of jokes that’d make her snort in laughter.

Next, she began to invade his thoughts and it was then that Tatton first noticed the inexplicable pull he felt towards her. No matter what, his most unrelated thoughts somehow always related back to her and visions of her would arrest him at the strangest times. He began to treasure every small thing he learned of her, filing the gaps in his knowledge with the words she didn’t say and what he could decipher from them. Lastly, most impactfully, she began to invade his emotions. When he was around her, he could somehow sense her. Even in silence, her emotions, her very presence, somehow imposed on him, mingling with his and becoming his own. Her anger felt as the heat of a fire right next to him; her judgment, a block of ice too close to his skin. And her laughter… aye, that was the sound of sunlight. He felt the greatest delight in being around her, in making her happy, in making her laugh.

Ferna was the first to notice. Keen and perceptive, she had noticed every change in Tatton, every clue hidden within his words and reactions from the beginning. It felt like a slap when she confronted him while they were foraging:

“You’re in love with someone, Tate.”

Tatton deeply valued Ferna’s opinions but laughed anyway, denying and dismissing her words. It was ridiculous; to feel so strongly, so strangely, so suddenly. Youthful passions, perhaps. A passing fancy like all the rest before. A mirage dangerous to rest hope upon. Still… the unique feelings Tatton felt for Marion never went away and eventually began to sicken and overwhelm him.

It took him months to admit it, but Tatton finally realized that perhaps, just perhaps, he loved Marion. Perhaps, she was his ‘one’ and he was hers. It was the only way he could explain this strange way he felt and the curious way she invaded him. She handed him a basket once and accidentally brushed his hand. That simple, meaningless touch felt like lightning and for a moment he couldn’t breathe. And the glances she gave him… Marion’s eyes held a secret Tatton felt but couldn’t read, like the magic books he’d sensed as a child. Something hidden, something secret lay in each glance she gave him, glances that kept drawing to him more and more oft.

He felt like invisible strings began to attach himself to her each time they met, strings that never broke, never frayed. If stretched too far, by distance or silence, they pained him with an aching desire to be beside her once again, near her, basking in her light, her presence. Tatton -both steadily and suddenly- became attuned to Marion, filled with an insatiable desire to know her thoughts, to know -her-, everything about her, her likes, her dislikes, her insecurities if she had any. She always seemed so self-assured and yet if there was anything she didn’t love of herself, Tatton vowed to himself without hesitation: He would. He would love everything he saw and didn’t see of her: her youthful derision, her flammable temper, her loud mind and louder voice; aye, everything.

These feelings thrilled and confused him, but in truth… they frightened him more than anything. Did she… know? Tatton emotions always seemed plastered on his face; he’d never been able to hide them well. Marion must have noticed. If she did… -A deep terror gnawed in his heart- …did she feel the same? Somehow each smile she gave him, each word she said to him belied dangerous hope. Tatton was so absorbed in hiding what he felt that he never considered -she- might be doing the same. What -did- she feel? Tatton desperately needed to know so his thoughts began looping excessively, replaying each conversation, each interaction, every small observation he deduced looking for signs, looking for clues that maybe, just maybe…

But if she did like him, what then? Gallantry, Breetown custom, and courtesies filtered through his mind. Tatton was determined to be the utmost gentleman. He’d have to ask her father if he could court her…no, first he’d ask Har. His family… Would they think he was foolish for liking someone so much? He knew they’d love him regardless, but still, what would they think of Marion? Would Bessa like her? Marion might intimidate Ferna, but would probably fight with Datura. How would Marion feel around his family? What of the friends they shared? Would they become the next Breetown gossip? Marion hated gossip. Would she choose to bear it for Tatton’s sake? Would she have too?

Against his reason, Tatton’s feelings rooted deeper with every encounter, embedding into his already sensitive heart. He couldn’t entertain his care for Marion without the dread of consequence lingering closer behind. Worse yet, the terror of rejection bled into him. He was so afraid of what she’d think of him, afraid of how she might feel if she knew, afraid of hurting or embarrassing her, that his fear steadily replaced his confidence. Her thoughts and opinions gained a greater power and influence than even his own and he began to shape himself even more than he had with his friends, to please her, to avoid offending her, to keep whatever opinion she had of him high. If she cared for him, did she truly care for -him- or just the face he showed? Fear infected his mind, motivating him to steadily erase himself to fit the image of him she seemed to care for, if she did.

All these confusing, strange emotions swarmed in his chest, yet the question haunted him: What now? He couldn’t escape her, Bree was too close knit, yet what would he do with the affection inside him, begging for attention, for release? What could he do with it? This risk gave Tatton, the youth who breathed risk, pause. Until Marion gave him some sign, some proof that he couldn’t hurt her with his honesty, some confidence that he could reveal something so deep within himself and not make a complete fool of himself, he made a painful yet decisive choice: He’d become a contradiction. He wanted to be near Marion, so he’d avoid her as much as he discreetly could. He wanted to know everything about her, so he’d ask her nothing. Any news of her was like music to him, yet when her name arose in conversation he’d pretend he didn’t care and change the topic to some recent tavern tale. Whatever he felt, he’d do the precise opposite, regardless of how it pained him. Still, his blazing affection for Marion needed some outlet. So, he made another safe choice: He’d leave her gifts, small things he knew she loved on the sill of her window: Her favorite flowers he’d plucked; a basket of black apples, also her favorite. Tatton refused to attach his name but he’d hide behind the bushes in view of her house and he’d notice, secretly, her reactions; the way she’d tiptoe on her porch and search for the giver then hold the gifts to her heart as if no one could see her. Her delight fed Tatton’s hopes and so the moment he was out of sight, he’d sigh and grin like a fool, entertaining the idea that Marion might actually care for him.

Eventually, she began to appear in a dream he always had… now he’d look up and see her sitting in the boat opposite him, her eyes lit with the blue glow of the fallen star she held. But that is where she stayed. In dreams. Tatton deeply yearned to be honest with her, to reveal how he truly felt and in the best of dreams she revealed she too believed in her ‘one’… and that he was hers. They were pleasant dreams, but like the rest, they would stay distant ones. For her sake, or perhaps his own, Tatton chose not to risk more than that.

One day, Ferna caught Tate arranging a basket of daisies and spring strawberries for Marion, a gift he’d worked hours on. She had been the first to notice his feelings, and things might have been different if she had been the last. She lingered in Tatton’s doorway, breaking the silence gently,

“Careful, Tate. Your heart’s too soft and that girl’s too wild to hold it.”

#Teen Tatton: II.#Theme: Romance #Slander Arc: I.#Theme: Fear

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