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tasteoftaboo · 10 days
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nonbino-chaos-fox · 6 months
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Watching a video on people's "backlash" against Billie Eillish's back tattoo and its just goddamn... people are fucking stupid, like honey, sweetie, baby, it's a progression shot when it still needed to be cleaned up me & wiped down properly, also like to all the people saying that its bad because they can't tell what it is: have you heard of abstraction before? Patterns? Like oh darling, not everything is a fucking image.
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bratkook · 4 years
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rough hands. (m) jjk
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pairing : tattooed!jungkook x tattooed!reader (slight fuckboy!jk)
word count : 12k, (i hate myself why cant i ever write anything shorter than 10k goodbye)
genre : (fr)enemies to lovers, smut, this is for @mygukandonly​ ty for the idea and for sharing my thirst for jungkook lmao also ps. if you read this/enjoy it pls reblog bc tumblrs tags are dead af tysm
warnings : overstimulation, dirty talk (its kinda sweet tho?), playful banter during sex, unprotected sex
summary : how is he meant to confess that he’d tear off his left arm for you if you asked when he can see the way you look at him in disgust when his nervous rambling leads to retelling the raunchy stories of girl’s past
The muffled sound of your roommate and his best friend laughing in the kitchen can be heard through your bedroom wall, a smile spreading across your face when you hear Hoseok’s telltale joyous laugh, no doubt in the middle of telling a story. 
You rake your fingers through your hair once more, fluffing it up and stepping back from the mirror to give yourself a once over, your hands tugging down on the tight dress you had on. The black shiny latex hugging your curves in all the right spots and you smirk as excitement fills you when you think of the dumb shit you and your best friend Rina were going to get into tonight.
In the kitchen Hoseok pours another shot for himself and Jungkook, the two of them energized at going out tonight as well, the video game demo they had been working on at work had gotten approved, being given the green light to move further into it so they would be celebrating tonight. The rest of his friends were set to arrive at your shared apartment for some pregame drinks before they left to their designated bar of choice.
“Y/N! Take a shot.” Hoseok shouts out when you step out of the hallway, his head peeking out by the breakfast bar to see you. He’s wearing a simple white tshirt, his colorful tattooed arms on full display as he holds out a shot glass for you to take. As you step closer to grasp it Jungkook’s eyes bulge out at what you’re wearing, he chooses to throw back his shot, letting the burn of tequila take his mind off how hot you looked. Jungkook has had it bad for you for so long, you and Jungkook have ran in the same circle since high school, not exactly friends but there was always a mutual friend linking you two together.
Jeon Jungkook has always been shameless, even at the young age of 16, when his hair was all bangs and the only thing on his mind was bands, shows, and girls. His debauchery only worsened in college when his muscles bulked up and he started experimenting with tattoos, there is nothing horny college girls love more than a man with long black hair and inked sleeves so of course he embraced it. 
The social circle you two shared slowly dwindled away after the first year of college as people dropped out, moved out of state or started a career while you finished your schooling. Because of that, you hadn’t really seen or heard much about Jungkook during your last year of college, not sure if he ever finished, dropped out or took a year off. It wasn’t until fate had you responding to a room mate needed ad that lead you to Jung Hoseok and in turn leading you right back to Jeon Jungkook, full circle.
And in that reunion it was made clear that he had stayed exactly the same, the same 16 year old mentality trapped inside a bulked out tattooed man, his new found goal being getting under your skin because he loved seeing you upset.
Your eyes meet Jungkook’s as you grab the shot glass, standing right beside Hoseok as he pours himself yet another shot. He just smirks at you, noticing your added height with the platform shoes you have on, “If you wear those shoes you can get on all the rides at Disney.”
He hides his smile behind the glass, seeing you roll your eyes as you throw back the shot, glaring at him once you swallow it, “Oh shut up, I’m normal sized, it’s not my fault you’re a fucking Titan.”
Hoseok laughs loudly at your comeback, his shoulders nudging Jungkook and seeing him fighting back a smile at your reaction, “Touché.”
The contents of the tequila bottle start to dry out so Hoseok pushes it away, opting for grabbing a cup to start making drinks to pace himself until his friends show up. You have the beginnings of a buzz warming you up, sliding out your phone to see that Rina texted you to come over, wanting to pregame as well before you went out together.
As you start texting her back your ears tune in to the story Jungkook had decided to start telling, reminiscing on the last time they had all gone out to that dive bar. His hands are animated as he tells Hoseok about the drunk girl he had his eyes on, the both of them ending up in the gross bathroom while she gave him a sloppy blowjob, stopping halfway through to puke all over the floor and how it had absolutely wounded his ego. Him and Hoseok are bent over in hysterics as you lock your phone and roll your eyes, like clockwork Jungkook had to start talking about his sexual escapades, “And that’s my cue to fuck off.”
You shove your phone into your tiny side bag as you start to walk away and Jungkook presses his lips together as he realizes once again he said something he shouldn’t have. Hoseok turns to look at you, “You sure you don’t wanna come out with us? It’ll be more fun than that fetish club you’re into.”
You laugh at him, acting as if he didn’t frequent that club as well, “Is Iseul joining you?”
He frowns at the mention of his girlfriend, getting a little sad that she would in fact not be joining him, “No, she’s got an early shift tomorrow so she cant.”
“Sorry but if she’s not there I’m not interested.” You tease with a shrug, throwing your arm up in a wave before leaving your apartment, the door slamming behind you.
Jungkook instantly sulks once you’re gone, mentally slapping himself for always managing to say stupid shit around you. He couldn’t help himself, the small crush he had spawned in high school when you were still the timid girl that wore band tees two sizes too big, and now that you had matured into this, all leather and stockings and tattoos that rivaled his, that crush had bloomed and with it came plenty of wet dreams and fantasies. 
He knew he stuck his foot in his mouth every time you two ended up in the same vicinity but his usual confident and cocky self became a nervous fucking wreck around you. His brain chose to either rile you up with mean jokes or let his mouth run on autopilot. Unfortunately the only two topics programmed in consisted of shit regarding his job as an audio engineer for video games or his raunchy one night stands. More often than not it was the latter, talking about vulgar things made you walk away, if he talked about technical shit that you didn’t know about, it left room for questions from you and more of a chance for him to embarrass himself.
He uncaps the tequila bottle again and tips it back, taking a swig from the bottle and accepting that he’d have to live with annoying you from afar.
Its not until you come home that night, absolutely hammered, while hes there that he gets the first glimpse that maybe his dreams aren’t so far fetched. He’s stood in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, the buzz of the night having left him a while ago, a bowl of cheerios in his hand that he’s currently shoveling into his mouth when you stumble in, tripping over the doors threshold as you giggle and attempt to shut it quietly as to not wake up Hoseok.
Jungkook smirks with a mouthful of cereal as you press your forehead against the door and double over in hushed laughter, no doubt remembering something stupid that happened earlier. “You okay?” He finally speaks up, scaring you, you whip around in shock and slam your back against the door, a small whimper of pain leaving you as you slide down until your butt meets the floor.
“Oh shit.” He sets his bowl down and goes over to make sure you’re okay, your body is slumped on the floor with your legs sprawled out and he forces himself to just stare at your face, a small frown on it now that you realize how drunk you are. But thanks to that, the usual dont touch me attitude you normally have is missing, letting Jungkook scoop you up by the arms. He swallows as his fingers go down to tug the hem of your dress since it had rode up from you sliding down, his fingers lingering slightly on your thigh.
Your head lolls over now that he’s holding you up and away from the wall, a small smile on your face as you stare at him, your finger coming up to gently prod at the bar he has in the center of his lip, seeing them curl up as well because fuck are you drunk.
Your eyes are having trouble focusing on him with the dim light and the two shots you took just as you left the bar finally settling into your system but you make him out just fine, the weird orange glow coming from the kitchen illuminating him enough for you to see him. “You’re really cute in this lighting.” You slur out.
Jungkook just blushes, not knowing how to respond to you because you complimenting him was not the norm. When your brain decides that your head is far too heavy to hold up it drops back, showing him the expanse of your neck and the beautiful peony you have at the side of it, just under your ear, leading up to the spot where your neck meets your collarbone and Jungkook can’t stop himself from thinking of sucking hickeys into the skin there, the purple splotches coloring the blackwork tattoo.
“Wow, you’re sloshed.” He hauls you up, the muscles on his body clearly not being for show as he carries you to your room. He flicks the light on and gently places you on your mattress, hearing you groan in protest but otherwise not moving. His hands start to unbuckle the straps to your shoes, cute leopard print platform heels with the words doll face adorning the toe strap and it was very much you.
They land on your hardwood floor with a loud thud but you don’t register it, your eyes staying shut as you shove your face into your sheets. He opts for leaving you in your dress, shoes were fine but clothing was uncharted territory so he just unfolds the fluffy throw blanket at the edge of your bed and drapes it over you. His hands turn you over until you’re on your side, a stack of pillows at your back so he knows you won’t run the risk of choking on your puke if the situation arises. When he knows you’re no longer at risk of dying he starts to get up, your hands coming to grasp his and it startles him to see your drunk eyes blinking at him softly.
Your lips are moving but he can’t make out what you’re saying so he inches closer, “Huh?”
When hes about a foot away your hands cup his cheeks and bring him in for a quick kiss, the scent of vodka filling his nose as he feels the softness of your lips, “Thank you Jungkookie.” The phrase slurs together in an almost incomprehensible sentence but he hears it as he pulls back, your eyes shutting and your hands dropping and laying limp beside you as you knock out.
Jungkook just stands at the edge of your bed, watching you sleep for a moment before he scurries out to the living room, forgetting about his cereal and collapsing onto the couch to crash, his hands rubbing his eyes almost as if he’s trying to wake himself up from the dream he swears hes in.
His night had been restless, he couldn’t even blame it on sleeping on a couch, he usually did that when he and Hoseok went out and he had to carry his best friend home. No his dreams had consisted of you and that damned latex dress, the small innocent kiss you gave him spurring him on, so he was thankful when he woke up and no longer had to be scared of you walking in on him saying some shit in his sleep.
Hes currently sprawled out on the couch, shirtless with his grey sweats on, one hand tucked behind his head as the other fiddled with his phone, scrolling through instagram and shamelessly rewatching your story for the millionth time. He just couldn’t stop replaying a video of you speaking into the camera, very drunk with a massive smile as you tried to get your friend who was in the background to face the camera, erupting into a laugh that made him smile along.
His finger presses down on his screen, pausing the video as his ears pick up the sound of a bedroom door opening, either Hoseok was up or you were. He wasn’t sure who he was hoping for but when he sees his friend walk out of his room with bedhead he wishes it was you.
Hoseok smacks his lips together a few times, his squinty eyes looking at Jungkook as he smiles, “How’d those jäger shots treat you?”
Jungkook laughs as he recalls Hoseok egging everyone on to take more of them, sitting up and ruffling his wavy hair, “I can still bounce back as quick as I did when I was 16.”
Hoseok just groans, his palm rubbing his forehead, “Wait until you hit 26.” He waddled into the kitchen and begins rummaging around, the sound of pills shaking in a container being a telltale sign that Hoseok desperately needed advil.
“Hungry?” He calls out and Jungkook hums in response, he was very hungry, he hadn’t wanted to get up and make himself food since last time he did he had mistakenly used up the last of your oat milk and you had been furious, tossing the empty carton at his head when you had tried to make yourself a bowl of cereal. “You cool with pancakes?”
“Dude you could give me a still frozen eggo waffle and I’d be grateful.”
Hoseok laughs loudly at his statement, pots and pans clanking together as he sets up and Jungkook winces, your bedroom shared a wall with the kitchen so it was only a matter of time until the noise woke you up.
It takes roughly 15 minutes of Hoseok chatting and the noise of the mixer to stir you from your sleep. Your mouth is dry and your eyes are pulsing from your headache when you fully awake, pushing yourself up from your bed you’re confused as to how you even got into it. The black dress you wore dug into your skin, the straps leaving deep imprints in your shoulders from the way you slept.
“What the hell.” You moan out, rolling your neck and staring down at the mountain of pillows that were laid out in a specific shape. Had Hoseok hauled your ass to bed last night?
The muffled sounds of chatter start back up, the smell of pancakes slipping under the crack in your door and you grin, hoping Hoseok had added chocolate chips into the mix.
Pancakes were a necessity right now, your stomach felt hollow and from past experiences if you waited too long to eat after drinking all night your hangover would last way longer, so you stand up, your sore feet aching as you shuffle to your drawers and pull out comfortable clothes.
When your door creaks open Jungkook stops talking, his fork staying impaled in the pancakes as the sound of your feet padding on the hardwood floor gets closer. Hes sat on the tall barstool facing the breakfast bar, Hoseok stood on the other side of it, both of them in the middle of eating when you finally show yourself.
Your eyes zero in on Jungkook and you frown, hes sitting shirtless, half of his back and side facing you, letting you see the swirls of black ink that cover the majority of his body. Your eyes follow the dragon that starts on his shoulder, tracing the head all the way down as its body curves and twists until the tail peaks away under the hem of his sweats, but you can’t drool over him, no matter how delicious he looked so you opt for being a brat.
“Don’t you have a home?”
Hoseok chokes on his laughter, seeing Jungkooks cheeks redden as he stares back at his plate. Did you not remember planting one on him last night? You were very drunk but c’mon, could the universe throw him a bone for once.
“Here, your stacks are over there, chocolate chips and all.” Hoseok flicks behind him, your gaze following and seeing the plate of pancakes with your name written all over it. The smile you have contrasts deeply with the look you had just given Jungkook, you were a sucker for chocolate chip pancakes.
You walk into the kitchen space and fix yourself up a plate, scooping out some of the leftover eggs in the pan and choosing to stand next to Hobi instead of sitting beside Jungkook. You’re both crammed on the small counter space beside the sink, the two of you had never gotten around to buying a dining table and always suffered the consequences so you always managed. 
You lift up the plate to your nose and inhale, sighing in appreciation, “Hoseok, Iseul is one lucky lady. Why hasn’t she put a ring on it yet?” You tease, setting the plate down and grabbing the syrup bottle to drown your pancakes in the sticky goodness.
Jungkook is blatantly staring at your plate in disgust, his eyes looking between his plate and your own, your pancakes covered in the thick syrup, the excess dripping off and pooling into your eggs.
“Jesus what.” You snap, setting the bottle down rather aggressively, sending him daggers as his face scrunches up at your food.
“Thats fucking disgusting.”
“You like your pancakes bone dry, I don’t fucking judge you so don’t judge me. We’ll see who’s laughing when you’re choking on your dry ass food.”
Hoseok just stands there as he eats his eggs, a stupid smirk on his face as you banter like children. It’s always entertaining for him, he wishes he could record every interaction because you and Jungkook were the same person, the same sick sense of humor and quick drags made for some interesting comebacks.
He can see Jungkook getting increasingly flustered as you both continue shooting insults at each other about breakfast food, the dreaded oat milk fiasco being brought up and when you point your fork at Jungkook threateningly thats when Hoseok steps in as referee. “Alright, alright children enough!”
He raises his arms up, silencing you both and forcing you to drop your makeshift weapon, “Jungkook, you know the oat milk scandal is a sensitive subject so minus 10 points for bringing it up.” Jungkook glares when you poke your tongue out at him, “And Y/N, Jungkooks right, you drowning your shit in syrup is disgusting so minus 15 points for that.” And now Jungkook is grinning at you mockingly, enjoying the shock on your face as you look at Hoseok, calling him a traitor and picking up your plate to go eat in your room since no one fucking appreciates me in this stupid house!
When your door slams shut Jungkook chuckles, his tongue prodding at his cheek as he shakes his head and resumes eating his breakfast. Hoseok holds his coffee cup next to his lip as he stares at his friend, “You two fight like a married couple.”
Jungkook’s reaction is immediate, scoffing and rolling his eyes, “She’s just annoying.”
Hoseok hums, nodding along like he believes Jungkook, “Ah, so are we both still pretending you don’t have it bad for her?”
That gets a real reaction from the younger boy, his eyes darting to the wall that you share with the kitchen before glaring back at his friend, “Dude!” He whines, his shoulders sagging, “Do you want her to hear you?” Hoseok just cackles, grabbing his dishes and placing them in the sink to start washing them. Jungkook just continues grumbling to himself, his fork clanking against the plate as he stabs his pancakes aggressively.
“Give yourself some credit Kook, she doesn’t hate you like you think she does.” Jungkook found that hard to believe, your morning greeting of accusing him of being homeless due to him always being at your place showed him how you really felt, but last night was the first time he had felt like maybe deep down you thought he was cute enough to kiss.
“Last night,” he starts off, setting his fork down, “she came home at like 4am totally wasted, I don’t even know how she managed to climb the stairs up to the front door. I carried her to bed and she uh, she kissed me.” He whispers the last part, his eyes glancing at the shared wall again, praying you were listening to music and not hearing this conversation.
Hoseok shuts off the faucet, whipping around with wide eyes, “Huh? Like coherently kissed you with tongue down your throat or like drunk peck kissed you?”
“The second one.”
The expression on Hoseoks face doesn’t comfort Jungkook, he’s pouting in sympathy, “I mean, she kisses Iseul with tongue and everything-”
“Okay but-wait what?” Jungkook stops himself from interrupting further, his interested piqued in hearing about you and Hoseok’s girlfriend making out. It was a regular occurrence, if you both got drunk enough the compliments began and before Hoseok knew it you and his girlfriend were swapping spit and then acting like nothing happened as you entered the dance floor.
His friend rolls his eyes at the look Jungkook throws at him, “Yeah, I think Iseul loves her more than me.”
“Okay well tell her to get in fucking line.” Jungkook jokes, “But no, she kissed me last night and considering she doesn’t like me within her bubble it has to mean something right?”
Hoseok pats his hands dry as he approaches the breakfast bar again, Jungkook looks unsure, his teeth nibbling on his lip piercing as he stares at him. The conversation had switched over drastically from Jungkook pretending he wouldn’t lay his body across a puddle of water for you to cross, now he looked like a nervous teenager that didn’t want to get rejected by his crush.
“I don’t know dude, you’re gonna have to say something to find out.”
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Hoseok knew more than he would ever tell Jungkook, you had openly confessed to wanting to climb him like a tree only if he wore a muzzle a few months back so Hoseok knew Jungkook had a chance at least. The only issue was he wasn’t sure just sleeping with you would be enough for his friend, the crush he had been harboring was too strong for a one night stand and he wasn’t convinced you’d want the same so Hoseok kept his mouth shut, letting you two figure it out.
He tried his best to make it so you two would be around each other, always inviting Jungkook over or inviting you out with them but Jungkook never did himself any favors, he needed you guys to hang out in a different environment that didn’t require loud music and other girls so when his girlfriend suggests taking a weekend trip to her family’s lake cabin he doesn’t think twice before inviting you to join.
The weather lately had been miserable, the highs skyrocketing into the 100s so you didn’t hesitate to say yes, on the condition that you could bring your best friend with you just in case the rest of Hoseoks friends were just as immature as Jungkook was.
When the day comes you and your friend have to leave a few hours after the rest of the group does, having to wait for Rina to get off her short morning shift before you embark on the 2 hour drive. So walking into the cabin you’re met with some unfamiliar faces staring back at you from their place on the couch. You give a wave, spotting Iseul on a lounger, she smiles widely and hops up, bounding over to you and wrapping you in a hug.
“Yay, you made it!” She pulls back and greets Rina, standing beside you both and gesturing to the full room. “Guys this is Y/N and Rina.” They all wave back as she starts to introduce them in order, Jimin had red hair and a nose ring, Yoongi had grey hair and a rose tattoo on his hand, The last one to be introduced is Taehyung, brown hair and a wide smile, giving you and your friend a wave. Jungkook and Hoseok give you a wave as well, no introductions needed for them.
Due to your late arrival all the rooms have already been decided on, Jimin and Yoongi lucking out with securing the master suite but you and Rina had no complaints, grateful to have even been invited.
Now that introductions were out of the way and everyone was here Hoseok announces that hes gonna start up the grill outside to make some food. Everyone gets up to start assisting but you and Rina head back out to haul your bags in along with the alcohol and groceries you bought.
The weather is humid and gross, your skin tacky with sweat so you’re wearing the least amount of clothing you can. Already in a stringy gray bikini, a loose cut up tank top and the shortest shorts Jungkook has ever seen on you. Your tattoos on full display, the florals that cover your entire left arm, reaching your shoulder, he follows them up and over his eyes glued to the bold lines on your back that peek out when your shirt moves.
When you bend over to set down the box of drinks he stares at your ass, trailing down the soft skin of your thighs that were bare compared to the rest of your body. Tae elbows him harshly, “So thats Y/N I’m assuming?”
Jungkook grunts in response, swallowing when he sees you pull your hair up, exposing your neck and that tattoo he desperately wants to mark up, “You ever gonna make a move?”
“I don’t have the balls.”
Tae hums, “Great, well I do so see ya.” He slaps his arm and Jungkook thinks hes joking until Taehyung actually makes his way over to you, offering to help carry your bag to your room upstairs. The grateful smile you give him makes Jungkooks face twitch, you only ever smiled at him like that when you were wasted
Taehyung wasn’t actually going to hit on you, he wasn’t a cruel friend. He was just going to flirt harmlessly, give Jungkook a reason to fucking make a move. Rina is all giggles as she watches you follow Tae up the stairs, pointing towards the room you had been assigned.
As he walks in front of you, making friendly conversation you take the time to stare at him. It seems all of Jung Hoseoks friends were fucking god sent, Tae’s fluffy brown hair and kind eyes were easy to warm up to, his style more toned down than Jungkooks, only a few minimal tattoos scattered on his arms.
He sets your bag down on the bed and turns to you with his hands on his hips, “Thank you.” You mutter out, walking over to the window and shutting the blinds slightly to stop the sun from beating into the room and warming it up further.
“Yeah no problem, have you ever been here before?” He asks, making himself comfy on your bed.
“No, never. Super glad to finally have a friend who can say they have a lake house though.”
He agrees whole heartedly, the both of you making your way back out of the room and into the dining room to try to see what you could help out with.
It only takes less than a hour for everyone to gather around the table, munching on their hamburgers and hotdogs as you listen to Hoseok, Yoongi and Iseul talking about the summers they used to spend here during high school, all of them having grown up together.
“You two went to high school together also right?” Iseul speaks up when the laughter dies down, her fingers pointing between you and Jungkook. She smirks to herself when she sees the look on Jungkook’s face, swatting Hoseoks hand away from her side as he tries to pinch her for putting the two of you on the spot, he knows what shes up to.
“Oh, yeah we did.” You sigh, shaking your head as you think back to high school and all the cringeworthy things that happened. “Had a lot of mutual friends but uh, we didn’t have lake house summer hangouts like you guys did. The closest we got was backyard house shows during the summer that reeked of B.O.”
Jungkook lets out a laugh, nodding along as he remembers the shows your group would end up at. The group you had was a pretty huge on, all of the kids in your grade that liked the same music tended to bunch together and do things as a herd so even though you technically went to shows together it wasn’t one on one.
“Wait, do you remember that show the summer after high school where I dove off the stage–“
“Your dumbass always did that.”
He waves you off, determined to tell the story he sort of remembered, “I know, but this time all I remember was jumping off and then waking up with everyone huddled around me trying to call an ambulance.”
Your eyes widen as you recall the exact day he was talking about, it was a typical backyard show with too many underaged kids getting drunk off beer. Everything was set up like it normally was, a makeshift stage and amps against the brick wall with a small crowd huddled around it. The only difference was this house had a pool, an empty one, and although everyone had been cautioned to stay away, once people got hammered nothing mattered.
The crowd surrounding the stage was teetering close to the edge of the pool so you and your friend at the time chose to watch from the sidelines, and thats when a very drunk 17 year old Jungkook hopped onto the stage, wobbling onto the top of the drum kit and catapulting himself into the crowd. They had managed to catch him and started crowd surfing him back, right into the empty pool. Jungkook had been tossed into the deep end, head first and you had seen it all happen.
“There was so much fucking blood.” You shiver as you recall the group of you running into the pool to make sure he was alive. He had managed to bust his head open and as you saw him with blood dripping down his head you realized then that you really didn’t dislike him as much as you claimed you did because you really didn’t want him to die.
Jungkook throws his head back and laughs loudly, morbidly recalling how his friends had told him to go to the hospital in fear that he had a concussion or needed stitches and even though he said he was fine he was lowkey scared to sleep that night and not wake up the morning after.
Everyone laughs along, enjoying the way Jungkook turns a traumatic story into casual conversation. When Jimin asks what he did after he gained consciousness Jungkook just smirks as he drinks the last of his beer before shrugging, “I drank some more and got back into the crowd.”
You just cover your face in second hand embarrassment at the memory, a few laughs slipping out because yeah it had been slightly traumatic but also kinda funny.
“Have you changed much since high school?” You lift your head and see Taehyung had addressed his question to you and Jungkook chuckles under his breath, remembering your quiet demeanor.
It wasn’t until college that you came out of your shell, gaining confidence and experimenting with your fashion and hair colors, the tattoos covering your body increasing quickly. But Jungkook could say your personality has stayed the same, sure you were no longer timid, quick to bite back now but the personality he had found himself latching onto had stayed the same. Even when you two distanced yourselves he always thought of you, he liked to think it was fate that had you and him both knowing Hoseok.
“Definitely, for the better though.” Jungkook eyes his friend like a hawk, the small smirk on his face as he stares at you from across the table, making eye contact for a second before looking back at you. Jungkook sees the way you lean on the table, your cheeks tinting when you see the way he stares at you.
“I’d love to see photos, ya know, to compare.” The laugh you let out has Jungkook sulking. Taehyung was charming, all the girls flocking to him and usually Jungkook was the same but he turned into a jackass around you.
Hoseok sees his sulking friend and claps his hands to get everyones attention, “Alright I’m sure we’re all still sober enough to not fucking drown, lets go swim. I’m melting.”
Rina heads to the room to change since she was still in her work uniform so you wait for her on the back deck, resting on the porch rail and watching as they haul over fold out chairs and floaties to the water.
If you thought Hoseoks friends were hot fully clothed seeing them all taking their shirts off left you speechless, you stand with a wine cooler in your hand as one by one they start undressing. The only ones missing were Tae and Jungkook, both of them having been put on clean up duty.
“I wish this was a brazzers video and I was getting railed by all of them.” Your friend sighs as she pops up beside you and you just nod along, the two of you wiggling your eyebrows at each other.
“You coming?” Taehyung speaks up behind you, smiling to himself from having heard your friends statement and you two jump, your friend scattering away and saving herself from further embarrassment, she had her eyes set on Yoongi so thats who she was currently warming up to.
“Yeah,” you breathe out, taking in his shirtless body, his toned chest out in the sun like the golden god he was and then out comes Jungkook, his long black hair pushed off his face, fully shirtless in black swim trunks. As he stands next to Taehyung your mouth waters at the sight of both of them, Taehyung’s shoulders were wider than Jungkooks but the black and grey art work spanned across both of his arms and chest, leading to his back is definitely your type.
He catches you staring and smiles to himself, making a show of stretching his arm out to wrap around Taehyungs shoulders, shaking up his body, “Race you in?”
When he looks at you too you gulp down the last bit of your drink, setting down the bottle and slipping out of your clothes, not giving them a second glance as you scream out “Go!” and take off.
The dirt you run on slightly burns your feet and when you hear Jungkook and Taehyung catching up you scream, urging your legs to pick up the pace.
“Loser has to skinny dip!” Taehyung adds on to the rules, enjoying the annoyed look Jungkook sends his way, he knew what Taehyung was doing so he lurches forward until he’s right behind you.
You scream again when large tattooed arms wrap around you and haul you up and over their shoulder in a flash. You register that it’s Jungkook when you peak up and see Taehyung struggling to keep up, how Jungkook was able to carry you while also beating him had him baffled.
Jungkook would be damned if you had to strip in front of his friend so he feels no remorse, a smile stretching across his face when he hears you laughing, his hands are wrapped around your thighs just below your butt and he’s tempted to smack it but the cold water of the lake splashing onto his legs snaps him out of it.
“Fuck!” You screech as Jungkook enters the lake, the freezing water shocking you and he laughs again, sliding you off his shoulder to stand up on the lake bed.
“I didn’t expect it to be that cold.” He shivers next to you, dunking his head into the water before popping back up, his labret piercing glimmering in the sun.
Taehyung makes a show of splashing his way in, the water spraying everywhere and it has you shielding your face with a laugh, “Fucking cheater, is this your plan to see me naked Jungkookie?”
Jungkook smacks the water, the droplets spraying across Taehyungs face but he embraces it, laying back to float on the water with a smile, “No one said anything about getting naked until you spoke up, just say you wanna show off your monster cock and go.” He jokes, hearing Taehyung explode into laughter, choking slightly on the water as his head slips under from laughing.
You roll your eyes at the topic of dicks, “I don’t have a monster cock, unless you’re into that.” Taehyung teases you, trying to get further under Jungkook’s skin
“I could be.” You play along, it was now Jungkooks turn to roll his eyes, sinking further into the water until only his eyes were visible, could he drown himself here? He’s pretty sure you wouldn’t even notice if he didn’t come back up for air considering your eyes were glued to his friend. Jungkook was going to fucking strangle Hoseok for inviting him.
His eyes drift over to the right, seeing Hoseok, Iseul, Yoongi & Rina taking turns jumping off of it while Jimin floats on a flamingo floatie a few feet away. He starts to paddle his way over, not hearing any protest from you or his friend just reassures him that he made the right choice.
When Taehyung deems Jungkook is far enough he calls you closer, “Wanna know a secret?” That piques your interest, inching towards him with a curious face, “What if I told you I know someone who has a massive heart on for you.”
“Heart on?”
He laughs again, raking his hair off his face and nodding at you, “Yeah heart on, like a boner but for your heart.”
Note to self, yes all of Jung Hoseoks friends were just as immature as Jungkook was.
“I would tell you that I hope the person you say isn’t secretly married with kids.”
He floats onto his back again, his arms lazily paddling him to circle around you, “Oh no, our Jungkookie is definitely single.” He brings one hand up to cover his mouth, pretending to have slipped up.
“So what you’re saying is you don’t wanna fuck me?”
Your response is not one he expects but the way he bursts into laughter makes you smile, you had caught on to Taehyung’s antics, noting how he was friendly when you two were alone and only amped his flirting when Jungkook was present. You weren’t sure why he was using you to irritate Jungkook but if what he said was true it surprised you.
His loud laugh draws everyones attention and he rights himself up as to not choke on water again, “Like a brazzers video was it?” He teases, “He told me about your little smooch a few weeks ago.”
“Im sorry our little what?”
He wipes the water off his face, “Yeah, you came home drunk as fuck and he took you to bed and your predator ass planted one on him, with no consent. Shame on you.”
You splash water onto him, Jungkook sees it from his spot on the pier, a scowl on his face at seeing you acting playful with his friend, blissfully unaware that he was the topic of your discussion.
“Can you please grow a pair and tell her you love her.” Iseul moans out when she sees the look on the youngests face.
“Wait what?” Your friend asks and Jungkook turns around to give Iseul and Hoseok an exasperated look, “Seriously?”
Iseul just shrugs from her spot sat on the wood, not giving a damn about outing his crush in front of your friend and Hoseok just smiles, his foot planting on the center of Iseuls back and giving her a shove until she screams as she gets pushed into the water, beer bottle and all. He gives Jungkook a highfive until Iseul pops back up, her eyes full of rage as she holds up her ruined drink, “Jung Hoseok what the fuck!”
“Sorry babe, you kinda deserved it.”
Rina nudges Jungkook with her knee, her face making it very clear that Jungkook needs to fess up before she very loudly called you over. He sighs and hauls himself up until he’s standing and even though he’s towering over her Rinas face doesn’t soften, “Stop staring at me like that.” He grunts, “I just have a crush on her, its not like I confessed to something despicable.”
She crosses her hands over her chest as she stares at you and Taehyung still talking in the water and she can tell you’re not into him, you were both playful but she knew you very well, your flirting tactics not coming out to play with Taehyung but Jungkook doesn’t seem to notice this. She also knew that you’d secretly bend over for Jungkook if he ever asked but he didn’t have to know that right now, “Well you better say something cause it looks like your buddys making more progress in one day than you have the entire time you’ve known her.”
He groans in annoyance again, flicking water droplets at her face and deciding he was over this conversation, walking back to the cabin, not caring that he was dripping water everywhere.
You see him stalking away looking pissed off and Taehyung smirks, after coming to terms with the fact that you had in fact kissed Jeon Jungkook it only took a few more minutes of talking for you to also start confessing to not exactly being opposed to sleeping with him as well. Taehyung nudges your shoulder, “I swear to god if you don’t follow him I will be offended. No ones telling you to bang him, just talk because he swears you hate him.”
When you turn to glare at him he spits water at you until you’re relenting, “Fine, but if this is some sick prank I’ll shove my foot up your ass.”
“Ooh kinky.” He winks at you, laughing and beginning to paddle away when you turn and start wading out of the water. The sun beats on your back as you step out of the cold water, and you’re tempted to just go back and act like your conversation with Taehyung never happened but you’re curious now.
When you reach the back porch you hose yourself down, getting rid of any of the mud you trudged over before patting yourself dry with the towel you laid over the porch railing.
From the pier Iseul is pulling herself back up, announcing that she was about to go inside but Hoseok grabs her, all of them noticing you following Jungkook, “Fuck no, Y/N and Jungkook are the only ones in the house.”
She lets Hoseok keep his arms wrapped around her and smiles, crediting herself for being the one to push you two together and Hoseok groans, attempting to push her back into the water but she latches onto him, making them both tumble in with a splash.
You shut out their screams when you step into the house and close the sliding door, entering the kitchen and spotting Jungkook stood against the island, one of your wine coolers held against his lips. When he sees you staring at it he pulls it away quickly, “Shit, I’m sorry. I should’ve asked before grabbing one.” The last thing he needed was another oat milk fiasco.
You just shrug as you approach the island, resting your body against the granite across from him, “Nah, help yourself. Whats got your panties in a bunch?”
He sets the bottle down softly as he watches you, your hands clasped together, stretched out in front of you as you bent over the counter innocently. His teeth tug at the bar in the center of his lip, his inky strands covering his eyes but you can see his gaze peeking through, “Did I ever do anything to you for you to dislike me this much?”
You straighten up at his question, a frown tugging at your lips, you didn’t dislike him, you found him immature and he liked to push your buttons on purpose but you knew he was harmless. Obviously Jungkook didn’t know this considering Taehyung had just told you he thinks you hate him. “What, Jungkook I don’t dislike you?”
He scoffs, taking a swig of his drink with his brows raised, not believing you in the slightest, “Then why are you so mean to me when ever I’m around you.”
“Because you’re mean to me! You always say shit to get under my skin.”
Jungkook laughs at that, pushing his hair back and tossing the empty bottle into the paper bag set up on the counter, “Yeah because you’re easy to annoy.”
Your arms stretch out at his statement, “And so are you, you don’t see me moping like a baby. Besides I didn’t do anything to you out there so don’t try to pin your bad attitude on me today.”
He opens the fridge again, pulling out a water bottle instead before turning back around and staring at you, “Really, you didn’t do anything?”
You glare right back at him, walking around to meet him and snatch the water bottle out of his hands, call it even for him taking one of your wine coolers. “Please enlighten me on how I managed to ruin your day by not saying a word to you.”
Between you two running into the lake until he paddled away the only exchange you had was a curse word & Jungkook acknowledging the freezing water, where could you have possibly pissed him off.
He chooses on foregoing grabbing another water, his hands crossing over his chest, the muscles bulging out at the action but you force yourself to look away, “You objectifying my friend and talking about his monster cock isn’t you doing anything?”
You freeze from drinking the water, your cheeks ballooning out as you keep it in your mouth because what the fuck. Objectifying? You swallow the liquid, full on laughing now, theres no way he’s being serious. “You were the one that brought up his dick, are you dense?”
Okay, you had him there but he wasn’t going to admit defeat that easy, “Sure and you kept it going.”
You laugh louder at that, twisting the cap back onto the water bottle and tossing it at his chest lightly, smirking when you see him scramble to catch it, “The amount of times I’ve had to hear unwarranted stories about your dick in or around someone is fine but me joking with Taehyung is crossing a line?”
Jungkook presses his lips together, his mind repeating what everyone has been telling him all day. Tell her you jackass. “Yes because it fucking sucks hearing that shit from you.” He bites his tongue, stopping himself from blurting out the most important part, but his statement is enough to get you to believe what Taehyung had said earlier. Did Jungkook actually have a heart on for you?
“Why, are you jealous?”
“Yes.” He admits almost immediately, his response catching you both off guard, but the smirk on your face only gets bigger. Jungkook is wary of your reaction, not exactly fond of the way you look like you just caught your prey. When you reach out, your fingers gently touching his shoulders his wariness only deepens.
“Why would you be jealous about me wanting to fuck your friend?” Jungkook says nothing, your fingers continuing to trail up and down his shoulders softly and he likes the feeling of you touching him, wanting to lean into your touch but he’s not sure if you’re fucking with him or not. “Who knew all it would take was one kiss for Jeon Jungkook to get possessive.”
He blanches at your sentence, “Wait you remember?”
“Of course I do,” you lie, not wanting to tell him that Taehyung had been the one to remind you. You wanted to see how far you could push him until he admitted to something. The typical Jungkook you were used to was the one who went to bars and clubs and managed to score a handful of girls numbers before taking one home, the countless stories you’ve heard being proof of that. The Jungkook stood in front of you did not live up to the reputation you had seen.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“I mean you were wasted so I just didn’t think you’d remember...” he trails off, unconsciously stepping back until hes pressed against the fridge.
“You wanna refresh my memory?” You’re half teasing him, half serious, enjoying seeing Jungkook looking like he’s about to explode.
He doesn’t get a chance to respond, the sound of the sliding door making you take a big step back before looking over. Jimin had his head peeking through the opening, a small grimace on his face as he realizes he interrupted something, “Sorry, we’re gonna go tubing if you guys wanna join.”
Jungkook hopes you say no because he can’t find the balls to speak up but you nod instead, turning to face Jungkook again, “Maybe later then.” Is all you say before turning around and following Jimin back out to the lake.
He watches you leave, bending over the island and groaning into the granite, where had that come from and why was he kinda into the way you spoke to him? Jungkook stands back up, taking a gulp of his water and following after you and Jimin.
Even when you’re all gathered on the boat, Rina being dragged in a giant circle tube beside Yoongi the both of them screaming, he can’t get your conversation out of him mind. His eyes focused in on seeing you laughing hysterically as you record your friend, a smile spreading across his face because your laugh is contagious.
When you hop onto the tube next, dragging Taehyung with you to further egg Jungkook on, Jimin slides over beside Jungkook and sighs, “Sorry about barging in earlier.” Jungkook just shakes his head, telling him not to worry about it, he didn’t mind it. Your words had spurred him on and all he wanted to do now was rip off that lifejacket you wore and take you in front of his friends but he knew no one would appreciate it.
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Later in the night everyone gathers inside and does their own thing, a few people playing board games while you retreat into your room, feeling sluggish from the water and sun so you sleep through the dinner everyone eats.
When you finally emerge from the room, your hair damp from your shower you find the living room dimly lit and empty, the clock above the stove letting you know it was 9 at night. There was two plates left out on the counter, wrapped in foil and you knew it was meant for you. As you near it you see the scrap of paper next to it, Iseul’s handwriting standing out.
Left on a hike to go stargazing, text us when its clear to come back.
You frown at the message, what did she mean by that?
Regardless you peel back the foil and smile at the food she had left for you, popping it into the microwave and picking yourself up to hop onto the counter as you wait.
When you slip your phone out and start to scroll through your socials the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs scares you, your eyes flicking up and seeing Jungkook trudging down, a baggy crew neck on him and his face looking flushed from the sun hitting it.
“You didn’t go on the hike?” You ask as he approaches you slowly, his face looks sleepy and you can tell he also took a nap from the way his eyes blink at you lazily.
“Hike?” He rasps out, his hand ruffling up his already messy hair, a small frown on his face from the foggy feeling he still had from just waking up.
“Yeah,” you hum, pulling out your plate and starting to eat it on the counter, “they left on a hike or something. Theres a plate there if you haven’t already eaten.”
He looks at where you’re pointing and he smiles when he sees it, his eyes also spotting the note left and skimming it. His friends were such instigators.
He lingers behind you, torn between eating or doing something to you. You’re hunched over the counter, your legs rocking you against it as you happily much on some of the roasted potatoes. His eyes lingered on your legs, your skin still exposed in a loose pair of cotton shorts, a baggy tshirt hanging off your shoulder and letting him see the tattoo of a bee hovering over a sunflower.
You can feel him stood behind you and you freeze, looking over your shoulder at him with your brows raised, “Why are you standing like that?”
He shakes his head, relaxing the stiff way he stood and leaning against the counter instead, flicking his hair out of his face as you keep staring at him. “Just thinking about what you said earlier.”
You pop a piece of chicken in your mouth as you hum, “What did I say?” pretending to act confused, a smirk curling up on your lip when you see the deadpan look he give you as he pushes off the counter.
The nervous Jungkook from earlier is gone, the shock from you egging him on earlier had passed and it just solidified that he wanted to have you. “About me refreshing your memory of our little rendezvous.”
You laugh at his term, setting your fork down to fully turn to him, “Do you want me to kiss you again?”
He smirks at you, now standing a foot away from you, your back pressed against the counter as you craned your head up to stare at him, “Among other things.”
“Other things?”
“Yeah,” he mumbles, his hand reaching out to cup under your chin gently, “I’d like to bend you over this counter and fuck you until you’re crying. If you’re into that.” He smiles at the small gasp you let out, your eyes gleaming with desire at his words. You had thought you had the one up on him earlier but his change was a welcomed one, you wanted to experience the Jungkook you had heard about, rough and cocky.
You rest back onto your elbows as you stare at him, letting his thumb rub under your lip, “Oh really? Are you all talk?”
Jungkook scoffs, dropping his hands to cage you between him and the counter, his head dropping down a bit until your noses nudged together. “No, I always deliver.”
You don’t get a chance to respond, his head tilting slightly until your lips are together, the cold bar of his piercing pressing against you. Jungkook feels you relax into the kiss, glad that you weren’t pushing him away like he always swore you would. When he tests the water, gently licking his way into your mouth you groan, your hands coming up to clutch onto his sweater to tug him closer until his leg is between yours.
Kissing Jungkook felt natural, maybe it was the pent of sexual frustration you two had apparently had with one another but you just wanted to get to it. You drop one hand to trail down his thigh, palming his growing erection through his sweats.
He groans, pulling back from the kiss to rest his forehead against your, his soft breaths hitting your face as you continue to stroke him. “Feel that?” He hums softly, “Just wanna fuck you.”
You laugh gently, kissing his neck and feeling him roll his hips into your grasp, “How are you supposed to make me cry when you’re this needy?” Your teeth nip his skin, his hips stuttering when you do.
Jungkook just chuckles, the sound continuing when he trails his own hand down until hes dipping into waistband of your shorts, his fingers coming into contact with the wet spot on your underwear, “Keep it up.” He warns, “I’ll remember that in a bit.”
Your hands tighten their hold on him when he pushes your underwear aside to touch you directly, his fingers teasing your skin softly until he’s rolling your clit in a tantalizing manner. When you drop your head back and glare at him he just smiles, “Who’s needy now?”
“Still not crying.” You bite back.
Jungkook looks at you with his brows raised, new set determination on his face as he nods, stepping back from you and hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and underwear, tugging them down your legs in a flash.
The cool air inside hits your wet folds and you gasp, kicking your discarded clothing aside on the floor and letting him drop to his knees in front of you. His long hair falls in front of his eyes, his hands grasping the top of your thighs to slide your legs apart with a grin.
He can see you wanting to speak up so he beats you to the punch, his nose nudging into your clit as he teasingly dips his tongue in between your folds to lick a broad stripe up. You let out a shuddered laugh, your hands reaching down to tangle in his head when he spreads you open with his fingers and starts to eat you out like a man starved.
Your eyes shut, your head falling back at a particular hard suck he gives your clit, his tongue going back to circle around your entrance to lap up your wetness. He groans at the taste of you, your hands tugging at his hair when he falls into a rhythm that has you quivering.
He slips two fingers into you, the feeling of your walls clamping down on him making him moan in anticipation of how you would feel around his cock.
Just like Jungkook is in every aspect of his life, he’s shameless in the way he pleasures you, the sounds of him slurping against you in combination with his fingers thrusting into you has you hurdling towards the edge faster than you’d like to admit.
You rest your weight on your elbow behind you, feeling your legs start to tremble and Jungkook notices, his arm wrapping around your thigh to help stabilize you. He can’t even get himself to gloat at having you fall apart this quickly, instead he enjoys you rolling your hips into his face, tugging his hair hard, your inner walls spasming as you reach your climax.
“Oh fuck.” You moan out, squeezing your eyes shut as your whole body is lit up, Jungkooks tongue continuing to flick your clit as you cum, his fingers slowing down slightly as you come down.
He can hear you breathing harshly, your fingers gently raking through his hair while he gives your pussy one last kiss before hes standing back up. His mouth and chin are covered in your arousal, his hand tugs up his shirt to wipe at his face, peeling it off his body and tossing it carelessly onto the floor.
“You’re not crying but its a start.” He mumbles out, his eyes trailing over your face as you stare at him fucked out. His talk was true, the small tidbits you’ve heard of him being able to make girls cum in record time hadn’t been a lie to boost his ego.
You look between you both, seeing his cock tenting in his sweats and you smile as you reach your hand into them, wrapping around his heavy length. He sees how your eyes widen at his size, you can tell he’s big and you haven’t even properly seen it yet.
When you tug them off you marvel at his size, big dicks would forever be your weakness and of course he’d have one. “I really wanna suck your dick,” you start, a small smile creeping up on your face as you give his cock a small pump, “but I’m not trying to barf my dinner up on the floor. Can’t have two girls puking over your dick in your lifetime right?” You knew his dick would make you choke and if you hadn’t just eaten you wouldn’t care, but barfing was definitely not a kink of yours.
Jungkook rolls his eyes, a laugh escaping his lips, “You’re the worst.” He shuts his eyes as you both start to chuckle. Jungkook doesn’t care, he was trying to make you cry, he didn’t need to have his dick sucked to do that.
“Its not just my height thats Titan size huh.” He jokes, laughing harder when you release his dick and groan, your faux annoyance being shown when you let him slide your shirt off of you, his hands coming up to cup your exposed breasts.
“No, I am not calling your dick Titan sized.”
“Oh no?” He asks, stepping closer until his length is pressed between your folds, a slow thrust starting that has you groaning, “This Titan dick can make you feel real good though.” He can barely utter out the sentence until he’s laughing again, burying his head into your neck at how stupid he sounded.
“You’re insufferable, I swear if you have an attack on titan fantasy I am walking away.” He lets out a playful whine, his mouth latching onto that tattoo he always wanted to kiss, his tongue softly licking at the skin as he sucks it, pulling back and humming when he sees the purple splotch in between the petals of the peony.
“I’m not that big of a weeb, can still make you feel good tho.” He mutters giving your lips another kiss, feeling you smile against him, your hands pushing him back by the chest.
You turn around, bending over the counter and shaking your hips slightly, “Show me.”
He bites his lip, his eyes staring at the slick coating your pussy, trailing down your thighs and he feels his dick twitch, not needing to be told twice. Jungkook presses his length against you, rutting between your folds, the both of you sighing as he coats his dick in your wetness.
“Remember, I wanna see you crying.” Is all he says before he’s pushing into you, the tip of him slipping in and he marvels at the way you spread around his girth as he thrusts further into you, a small moan leaving you when he bottoms out.
You wanna tell him that you won’t be crying tonight but the way he fills you up has you seeing stars, his dick nudging all the right spots inside of you so all you can do is tighten your walls around him and gasp for him to move.
Jungkook grasps your hips, his thumb tracing the outline of your back tattoo as he pulls back and starts a slow pace, determined to find the rhythm that has you falling apart.
When your hands grip the counter in front of you, helplessly trying to find purchase, your fingers knock into your dinner plate and swipe it into the sink beside you but you don’t register the noise and Jungkook grins when he hears the loud moan coming from you when he dick hits the back wall of your cervix.
You’re still sensitive from your last orgasm, so the feel of his thick cock stretching you open has you keening, your hips rutting back to meet his thrusts that have grown in speed, “Who’s needy now huh?” He grunts out, loving the sound of your skin slapping together, “Trying to fuck yourself on my cock, maybe you should do all the work then.”
When his hips still you whimper, twisting your head around to see him giving you an evil smirk, “Go on.” He urges, guiding your hips with his hands to get your started.
A heavy sigh fills the air as your hands press firmly onto the counter to ground yourself as you start to rock back onto him, a slow start until your need to cum again takes over and you speed up your movements.
“Good girl.” He praises, his hand reaching forward to push your hair over your shoulder, his hand trailing down your spine until it reaches your ass, his hand palming your flesh as he groans when he locks into the view of his dick, seeing the way you’re creaming on it.
The sweetest moans reach his ears, he can feel the way your velvety walls tighten around him further, “Fuck Jungkook.” You moan out, you can feel the sweat building up on your skin from exertion and he takes sympathy on you, knowing you want to cum again.
He leans over a presses a kiss against your shoulder before he takes over again, resuming the brutal pace he was pounding you with earlier and you sigh in relief, fully slumping forward and letting him have his way with you.
“You feel so good Jungkookie.” You breathe out and he smiles as he lets his hand slip around to your front, his fingers finding your clit again and the contact has you moaning again. His rough hands helping you reach your peek again, “Oh my god, don’t stop.”
He doesn’t plan on it, loving the way you’re clamping down on him and mumbling nonsense into the cool granite, “Don’t worry, I got you.”
With a few more thrusts you’re falling apart, pressing your forehead against the counter and moaning his name out louder than you thought was possible. Your friends made a good call vacating the house because there was no way you’d be able to keep quiet.
“Thats it.” He coos, pulling his hand away from your clit without slowing down his pace. Your legs felt like jello, glad you had a place to rest on while he continued to jackhammer into you. The first signs of overstimulation started to prick into you, small whines leaving your lips and Jungkook takes notice.
He pulls out of you slowly, his hands grasping your hips to turn you around. Your body is pliable in his hands, letting him move you and haul you up onto the counter, your feet dangling off the edge and a hazy smile on your face.
He presses another kiss against you, letting your tongues tangle together as he grabs your arms and wraps them around his neck, coming back down to hook under your thighs as he slides back into you.
The way you groan into his mouth makes his cock throb, your soaking entrance letting him glide right into you, “Hurts.” You whine out softly when he starts to thrust, not sure if you’d be able to handle another orgasm but Jungkook shushes you softly with another kiss.
“You can do one more for me right baby?” He asks, sucking on your lower lip as he rocks into you slowly. His eyes are half lidded and you can feel how hard he is in you, your body still trembling slightly from your last orgasm but you nod anyways, letting him kiss his way down your face until he reaches your neck again, soft praises leaving his lips.
Your fingers tangle into his hair again as you slump against him, letting him hold you up. You trail along his tattoos, tracing the giant death moth spanned across his collarbone, the tip of the wing reaching the bottom of his neck.
He’s grunting softly against you, getting lost in the feeling of you, the added touches and kisses you plant on his skin igniting the fire inside him. His arms scoop you closer, his hands spreading against your lower back as he speeds up his thrusts, your legs still wrapped around his arms.
The way his dick curves inside you has you moaning again, the pleasure creeping back up and your head falls back as you feel the pressure building again. You’re not sure you could handle coming again but Jungkook seems determined to get you there, rolling into you, the feeling of his pelvis rubbing your clit is too much. Your hands cling onto his back, your fingers digging into the flames and dragon that occupied the space.
“Fuck I can feel you squeezing me.” He gasps out, “You can cum again sweetheart its okay.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, hearing him grunting into your ear, his voice dropping into a gravel as he nears his edge as well. You’re clinging onto him for your life, gasping loudly when you reach your third orgasm of the night, the force of it making your mind go blank.
You don’t tune into to the small shriek of his name, the growl he lets out when you tighten around him tighter than before, his hips rearing into yours in a sloppier way until he’s cumming, hips surging forward to bury himself deeper into you as his cock twitches.
You come back when he moans your name out, the feeling of his cum filling you up making you mewl against him. He thrusts shallowly a few more times before pulling out with a sigh, letting your legs fall limp over the edge.
His cum drips out of you, slipping through your folds and down your ass until it pools onto the counter beneath you and he smirks, his eyes coming up to look at you and his expression gets bigger when he sees the tear streaks on your cheeks. His hand cups them, his thumb sliding across your face and wiping them with a laugh, “I told you I’d make you cry.”
You don’t have it in you to be the usual brat you are with him, not after cumming this hard three times in a row so you just pout at him and lean forward to kiss him again, this time being more gentle and slow paced than the last.
“How was that?” He mumbles against your lips, letting you pull him in to you, wrapping your arms around his tiny waist as you nuzzle into his chest.
Jungkook feels you laughing against his skin, “How was that?” You mock as you give him a squeeze, “Let’s just say I’ll cry over your Titan cock any day.”
The both of you burst into laughter, Jungkook pressing a kiss onto the top of your head as you two just stay there. Jungkook and you had officially crossed the line from being bratty friends to sleeping with each other. Neither of you knew what it meant but it seemed like a conversation for tomorrow morning, right now you were content with just holding him.
So when your phone vibrates beside you you’re reluctant to pull away, so Jungkook compromises by reaching it for you and handing it over.
You see its a message from Iseul and you unlock it, your face heating up as you groan and show the message to Jungkook, his face turning just as red as he sees what she sent.
Iseul 10:15pm : Thank you for the show, I hope you two realize we have security cameras in the kitchen and living room you horn dogs.
The two of you peek over at the corner of the room giving a wave and smiling shyly at the blinking security camera staring back at you. Maybe she could send you the footage for keepsake.
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fixaidea · 2 years
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Made a tattoo-style tier-ranking! (Tier-list can be found here.)
The pics are super tiny, but here’s what it was meant to be, from bottom to top:
D: The thanks, not for me.
Traditional: Bit too rigid for me. I’m also not a fan of the usual black shading.
‘Tribal’: You know the thing. The tribal that has as much connection to any tribal tradition as a bottle of protein shake.
Blackout/heavy black tattoos: Not saying there’s no one who can pull this off, but holy shit is this one hell of a commitment. 
Biomechanical: Can look reasonably cool... if the artist is extremely good. Not really my thing.
C: The inoffensive but mehh.
Microtattoos: Will probably fade in two years but cute while it lasts. Easy to cover up at least.
New school: Mostly used for funny, cartoony joke tattoos, very bright. Usually too vibrant for me.
B: The ‘I admire the skill, just not my taste, really’.
Realism: Whether greyscale or in colour, I can’t even imagine the level of skill that has to go into it to make it work, but alas, just as with painting and drawing, I’m just not that big of a fan of realism.
A: Awesome
Blackwork, line-art: These, when done well, are really neat, clean and nice to look at.
Neo-traditional: Less rigid, more evenly shaded than Traditional, but more stylised than Realism - a perfect spot really.
Trash polka: It’s bold, it’s abstract, I like the red-black colours and the mix of figurative and non-figurative elements.
Japanese: One of the first things I think of when someone says ‘quality tattoo’. A really neat, flowy style.
Tribal/Samoan: These are generally much better made and look incomparably better than the average dudebro’s ‘’’tribal’’’.
Superb: What’d get myself.
Watercolour: Specifically, the sketchy, intentionally messy lineart with watercolour-style colouring. I don’t even care wheter it fades easier or no, it looks awesome.
Dotwork: I just think it’s really neat.
Geometric: Yes I’m basic. No I’d probably not get this specific example. But good, clean geometric linework takes a lot of skill and looks awesome.
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gvnbreaker · 5 years
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CHARACTER SURVEY || Aja Hyskaris
@yascaret​ edited/removed some of the questions to make this more FFXIV-friendly. I made a few of my own changes as well.
RULES.  Repost, don’t reblog! Tag 10! Good luck!
TAGGED BY.  @yascaret​ and @wood-warder​
TAGGING. If you’re reading this, you’re tagged!
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BASICS. FULL  NAME :   Aja Hyskaris
NICKNAME :  None (yet?)
AGE :  Appears around late 20s/30 by hyur standards
BIRTHDAY :   Midsummer
GENDER : Non-binary; she/they
ETHNIC  GROUP : Viera (Rava)
NATIONALITY :  Ivalician (?)
LANGUAGE / S : Common
SEXUAL  ORIENTATION :  Homosexual
ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION : Homoromantic
RELATIONSHIP  STATUS :  In a relationship with Lofn Yascaret & Pjel Qoet
HOME  TOWN / AREA :  The Hyskarian Deepwood, Golmore
CURRENT  HOME :  A small house in Shirogane.
PROFESSION : Mercenary. Bounty/monster hunter & occasional bodyguard.
PHYSICAL. HAIR : Vibrant red, wild, curly, falling to mid-back; undercut. Sideburns and widow’s peak.
EYES :  Amber.
FACE :   Square with a sharp jawline. High cheekbones, thick, arched eyebrows, and a prominent, aquiline nose. Often smirking insufferably or flirtatiously, prone to great expressiveness and wide smiles but just as easily brooding. Sharp teeth.
LIPS :  Full. Her smiles are crooked to begin with and deadened nerves on the left side of her mouth add to the effect.
COMPLEXION : Deep brown with warm undertones, lighter palms and soles of her feet, a lighter smudge underneath her nose and around her nostrils. Freckling around her shoulders, arm, the tops of her thighs and her lower back.
BLEMISHES : None of note.
SCARS :  Covered in scattered scars of varying age, depth, and severity, particularly on her left side and near her prosthetic arm. Ceruleum burns on torso; old, ringed scar around throat; vertical scar on left corner of mouth; small scar across nose; edge of left eyebrow; three scars beneath right eye.
TATTOOS & PIERCINGS :  Blackwork tattoos around forearm and legs, among others (design with art to come); white tattoos (curve, three dots) beneath eyes; Several gold rings along outer shells of ears; gold septum ring
HEIGHT :   Just under six fulms, not counting her ears.
WEIGHT :   Average.
BUILD :   Muscular and stocky, with broad shoulders tapering to a strong waist and thighs. [body type reference]
FEATURES :  Her left arm, from the start of the bicep, is a mechanical prosthetic, appearing to be of magitek-or-close make.
ALLERGIES :   None that she knows of.
USUAL  HAIR  STYLE :  Worn loose and wild, not so much a style as a thick mane.
USUAL  FACE  LOOK :  Bare-faced, wearing tinted red pince nez. Smirking, grinning, flirting--generally looking like a complete asshole.
USUAL  CLOTHING :  Loose, open shirts, trousers, long coats, heavy, knee-high boots, leather jackets.
PSYCHOLOGY. FEAR / S : Imprisonment, isolation, drowning, Garlean war machina.
ASPIRATION / S :  Stability, helping others, belonging. In her younger years, she had romantic visions of knighthood, but those have since quieted with the years.
POSITIVE  TRAITS :  Adventurous, Passionate, Brave, Charismatic, Strong, Empathic
NEGATIVE  TRAITS :  Cocky, Bull-headed, Self-destructive, Reckless, Impulsive
MBTI : ESFP
ZODIAC :  Leo
TEMPERAMENT :  Sanguine
SOUL  TYPE / S :   Warrior
ANIMALS :   Wolf
VICE HABIT / S :   Brooding, drinking to excess, recklessness, impulsive decisions, using sex as validation.
FAITH :  She spares it little thought.
GHOSTS ? :  Yes.
AFTERLIFE ? :  Maybe.
REINCARNATION ? : Hopefully.
ALIENS ? :   When she met her first hyur man, she knew aliens were real.
POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : Garlemald bad, fuck cops.
EDUCATION  LEVEL :  Average for a viera of her village. She's taught herself to read between the lines better after being conned out of a full hunt reward once or twice in her early days in Rabanastre.
FAMILY. FATHER :   Fleeting contact a lifetime ago.
MOTHERS :  Still in the Wood.
SIBLINGS :   Several, no contact. She was close with one, but has made peace with never seeing any of them again.
EXTENDED  FAMILY :  Still in the Wood--as far as she knows.
NAME MEANING / S :  Aja, from the Hyskarian Deepwood
HISTORICAL  CONNECTION ? : She was born in Golmore, but as far as she knows her name has little meaning.
FAVORITES. BOOK :  Adventure stories and romance novels. She’d never admit it, but they can be found hidden in her satchel or underneath or inside other things.
DEITY :  She tries not to think about them.
HOLIDAY :  Moonfire Faire, ????
MONTH :  Summer
SEASON :  Summer & Fall
PLACE :  A grassy field. The back of a cycle. On top of someone or between someone's legs.
WEATHER :  Thunderstorms, rain showers, clear skies and bright sun overhead.
SOUND / S:  Rain, thunder in the distance, the soft breathing of a woman asleep.
SCENT / S :  Metal, cedar, rain, leather, girlfriend ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
TASTE / S :  Meat, whiskey, curry, girlfriend ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
FEEL / S :  Furs, leather, grass, rain, girlfriend ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
ANIMAL / S :  Cats, coeurls, dogs.
NUMBER :  7
COLORS :  Red, browns, black, gunmetal
EXTRA. TALENTS :  She's a blunt instrument, so beating the shit out of things. Flirting. Fixing things, usually the mechanical variety. Making friends. Diffusing social conflicts as often as she creates them. She's a good cook, but it's suitable really nowhere else but over a fire with a beast's flank in one hand and a metal spit in the other.
BAD  AT :  Love. Understanding and accepting her feelings. Has a chronic case of Foot-in-Mouth Disease. Has a long fuse, but her temper can spin out of control when pressed. Terrible at restraint and not being reckless and impulsive.
TURN  ONS :  Stockings, especially with the seam up the back. The nape of a woman's neck. Banter. Compliments. Smiles. Give her a smile and a coquettish eyelash flutter or make her feel strong and she's useless putty in your hands.
TURN  OFFS : Flirtatious men, cowards, cruelty, Garleans.
HOBBIES : Fishing, tinkering, gambling, trying new foods, sparring and training, exercise.
TROPES :  You Can’t Go Home Again, Badass Longcoat, Dark-Skinned Readhead, Cannot Spit It Out, Hot-Blooded, Scars Are Forever, Everyone Can See It, Artificial Limbs, Berserk Button, Unusual Eyebrows, Dark and Troubled Past, Rage Breaking Point, Cool Bike, Hot-Blooded Sideburns, Fiery Redhead, Red Oni Blue Oni, Gun Blade, La Résistance, Spell Blade, Love Epiphany, Bruiser with a Soft Center, Didn’t Think This Through (Gonna stop now or I’ll be here all night)
QUOTES : “Ah, fuck.”
MUN QUESTIONS. Q1 :   If you could write your character your way in their own movie,  what would it be called,  what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?          
A1 :  John Wick mixed with Final Fantasy VIII mixed with Drive but with Garlean soldiers, turncoats, gay bro content, a sorceress, and also heaps of gay in general.
Q2 :   What would their soundtrack/score sound like?          
A2 :  Chromatic rock, Nightrun, hair metal, a lot of Deftones, Tool, the Weeknd, indie and acoustic rock for angst.
Q3 :   Why did you start writing this character?          
A3 :   When viera were teased at Fanfest, I lost my mind and have been unable to concentrate on any other character since. Aja was actually going to be a hrothgar, but when they genderlocked them and the model and general design didn’t fit her body type, well… plans changed.
Q4 :   What first attracted you to this character?          
A4 :   Much like @yascaret’s answer, getting my gay hands on viera in FFTA and being obsessed since then. I wanted to write a warrior, a little battered but unbroken despite everything. She came out differently than originally planned, but in a good way. She’s just an even bigger himbo now.
Q5 :   Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.
A5 :   I worry about Flanderizing her too hard, because while she is a big flirtatious himbo idiot I also want it to come across that she has depth.
Q6 :   What do you have in common with your muse?          
A6 :   Not a lot. I guess we're both stubborn idiots with very long fuses that nonetheless eventually explode and/or destroy whatever is on the receiving end. Also what's gender precious
Q7 :   How does your muse feel about  you?          
A7 :   She probably wouldn’t acknowledge me at all, but we might bond over spicy noodles.
Q8 :   What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ?        
A8 :   Lofn and Pjel are the obvious choice, but… Lofn and Pjel. I really love writing her alongside and against them because their personality traits both complement and chafe against one another, often in the same scene. Also I love their chemistry and look forward to how that plays out.  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Q9 :   What gives  you inspiration  to write  your muse ?        
A9 :    B u n y  d e a t h  s q u a d. Just in general seeing my RP partners and roleplayers I haven’t interacted with yet writing and posting content for their characters really inspires me. As far as writing Aja, I take a handful of aesthetics, design elements, and themes and smash them together until something clicks. Listening to music and rolling through a prompt generator usually kick starts me into writing a drabble or developing something, and the FFXIV Write challenge has been great for that this month.
Q10 :  How long did this take you to complete ?          
A10 :  About an afternoon and part of an evening. I fell into TV Tropes a little too hard near the end.
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lysonde · 4 years
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TRP Flag: Lysonde Riverblade - Lady; Aerialist; Dancer; Knife-thrower’s Girl
Directory Information: Race: Sin’dorei Class: Performer Age: Adult Eye Color: Mint green Height: 5′9″ Body Shape: 147 lbs. (Athletic) Birthplace: Dawnstar Village Residence: Silvermoon City
Additional Information: Pronunciation: “Lihs-ahnd” House: Riverblade (née Stormfall) Nickname: Lys Piercings: Two gold studs per earlobe. Left ear tragus with ruby stud. Tattoos: Elaborate art nouveau blackwork on right thigh from hip to knee. Scars: Slash on upper left arm. Affiliations: Dalaran infirmary, Armies of Legionfall Vitality: Healthy and happy! Languages: Thalassian, Common, Orcish
Personality Traits: Lawful (4) < Chaotic (16) Altruistic (17) > Selfish (3) Gentle (18) > Brutal (2) Cautious (5) < Impulsive (15) Swords (8) < Spells (12) Extroverted (16) > Introverted (4)
Physical Description: Stout of form with skin the color of rich clay, Lysonde faces the world with the polite smile of a woman who will not take your shit or anyone else's. Freckles decorate her skin, concentrated on her cheeks and shoulders and collar bones. Heavy mahogany-tinted curls tumble to the middle of her back. She walks with an acrobat's grace and bared limbs reveal lean muscles. An elaborate tattoo of architecture-inspired curves and diamond-tipped spires marks the outside of her right thigh from hip to knee in soft black ink.
Despite her no-nonsense demeanor, she's often caught smiling or laughing, and dresses in the wild colors and patchwork mix of fabric common to flower children and carnival followers. She sports a substantial iridescent topaz ring on her left hand, stacked atop a diamond-set wedding band.
History: - She's a known performer for the Succulent Tart troupe and spotted more and more often at charity events.
- Elves in Lordaeron at the time of the fall of the city may have seen her before.
- Frequenters of traveling shows and carnivals might have spotted her performing aerial rope acrobatics and dances, as well as acting as a knife thrower's assistant in her younger years.
Those actually involved in the carnival circuit have probably heard rumors of her as a tramp who sleeps with patrons and steals their money, an unreliable dreamer who skips performances whenever she feels like it, or a cold-hearted maneater with a taste for rich men.
At First Glance:
Smells like... A light perfume of amber, vanilla, and tiger lily.
Dark-skinned elf. Contrary to available skin-tone choices in the game, this character has tawny brown skin. She also has a substantial scattering of freckles.
Shiny! Sporting a topaz ring on her left hand, stacked atop a diamond wedding band.
* Fancy! Wearing a lovely gold and pale yellow gown with fiery orange beading decoration.
Other Information (OOC): I like big words and I cannot lie. http://lysonde.tumblr.com
Inventory:
Ruby Stud Earring Jewelry          Earrings “A single, small ruby stud earring.”
Shell Necklace Jewelry          Necklace “A spiral shell wrapped in wire and capped with three raw crystals. A hinged top hides a miniature black panther figurine inside the hollow of the shell.”
Rosewood Bead Necklace Jewelry          Necklace “A multi-stranded necklace of hand-polished rosewood beads which produce a lovely rose scent when warmed against the skin.”
Med-kit Container “A hard-sided case containing all the necessary items for non-magical triage healing: bandages of various types, needle and thread, antiseptics, painkillers, antidotes, gloves, burn cream, tweezers, and a myriad of herbal salves and potions.”      Cough Drops      Consumable          Medicine      “A small linen sack of throat-soothing candies.”      -----      A Medicinal Guide to Herbs      Document          Book      Use: Read the book.      -----      Arcane Antibiotic Ointment      Consumable          Medicine      “The sterilizing properties of arcane magic are harnessed in this cream to prevent and treat minor, common infections. Use: apply liberally to breaks in the skin to prevent infection. Not for oral use. DISCLAIMER: Arcane resistance is increasing globally in microbial populations. Contact a healer if infection develops.”      -----      Medicinal Sutures      Consumable          Medicine      “Suturing material pre-soaked in a palliative concoction of herbs. Designed to promote healing, reduce scarring, and prevent minor infections to superficial wounds that require suturing.”      -----      Herbs and Their Uses      Document          Book      “by Gavin A. Dobinson”
Libram of the Light Trinket “A simple prayer book and paladin’s libram, bound in leather and strips of silver.”
Iridescent Topaz Ring Jewelry          Ring “A white gold and iridescent topaz ring in shades of cool twilight, framed by two triangular white diamonds.”
Diamond Wedding Band Jewelry          Ring “A white gold band channel set with sparkling white diamonds.”
Simple Dagger Weapon          Dagger “A small, simple dagger of good steel and minimalist design, meant as a back-up or last resort weapon.”
Citrine Crescent Stone Trinket “A yellow orange stone associated with midsummer, bringing warmth and happiness.”
Silversage Smudge Sticks and Liferoot Water Trinket “A handsome leather pouch filled with two smudge sticks of dried silversage, bound with thread. One bound with red thread, one bound with white. Used for blessing home and cleansing energies. Also included is a vial of liferoot water, with a small living root inside it. The root can be used to safely purify any water put inside it in minutes, and sprinkled around the home to bless it.”
Pocket Mirror Cosmetic “Check your style with style.”
Highborne Starwood Dice Trinket “A game enjoyed by sailors and in seaport taverns. Carved dice in the shape of stars, thrown to reveal shimmering arcane dots. The person who rolls higher will find a small drink of their liking in the hand. This seems to be attuned to personal preference. They sometimes backfire, however, and have been known to produce shots of things like pickle juice, hot sauce, and mud on occasion.”
Welcome Sign Decor “A hand-made stained glass welcome sign with the word for ‘welcome’ in the Travelers’ tongue. In shades of green and gold and white, it reads ‘Fáilte’.”
Oversized Hand-knit Blanket Decor “An oversized hand-knitted blanket.”
Jewelry Box Container “A fine jewelry box such as one might find on a dresser in a modest estate.”      Gold Bangles      Jewelry          Bracelet      “Several inexpensive yet pretty gold bangles, some engraved to glitter and others painted with vivid colors.”      -----      Mint Green Zen Crystal      Jewelry          Necklace      “A clear, mint green crystal on a silver chain. Small mist flakes bounce in the crystal to calm the wearer.”      -----      Ocean Princess Crystal Crown      Jewelry          Head      “A wire and crystal crown in beautiful ocean blue.”
Wardrobe Furniture “A large wardrobe, like one might find on a modest estate.”      Beaded Slippers      Armor          Feet      “A pair of beaded slippers with a rope design around the ankles, a pair of daggers, and some flowers. Soft-soled and meant for house wear only, they’re lined inside with rabbit fur.”      -----      Silverpine Grey Wolf Cloak      Armor          Cloak      “Exquisite cloak crafted from ethically claimed hides of fallen wolves. Perfect for the snowy Northrend climate!”
A Jar of Cold Cream Consumable          Cosmetic “Removes makeup for natural skin.”
Wild Dusk Shampoo Consumable          Cosmetic “A subtle perfume using twilight jasmines in shampoo form.”
Light in Dark Perfume Consumable          Cosmetic “This perfume begins with notes of fig leaf, night-blooming jasmine, gardenia, and sage. Applied on the skin, these scents intermingle with blackcurrant, violet, plum, and black amberwood. Comes in a black bottle, the liquid inside shining out with a soft pearly glow. When applied, fireflies and moths will be drawn to you at night, as you will cascade a slight, shimmering glow under the light of the moon.”
Vial of Anointing: Oil of Mothers Consumable          Cosmetic “A base of jasmine oil. Made with banana blossoms, fruit stones, beeswax, and coconut milk. For motherhood or the expecting.”
Glass White Rose Trinket “A rose that helps bring good luck and clarity. Can help bring better chances at pregnancies, etc.”
Al’ar Plushie Uncommon Plush “The elemental god Al’ar, here to warm your hearth and your heart! Handmade with love and a little magic, this warm-to-the-touch plush glows with traditional Thalassian paisley, and stuffed with hawkstrider down for the softest hug you’ll ever experience! Brought to you by Dawnseeker Tenacious Tapestries!”
Faerie Dragon Plushie Common Plush “Cute little faeries that glow in the dark! This one is in spectral blue.”
Silver Covenant Hippogryph Plushie Rare Plush          Silver Covenant Fundraiser “Silver Covenant Hippogryphs are known to be fiercely loyal to their friends. What better addition to your plushie collection?” Use: Give your plushie a hug!
Phoenix Plushie Rare Plush          Commemorative “Released to commemorate the marriage of Aeriyth Dawnsorrow to Binor Dungalion.” Use: Give your plushie a hug!
Patchwork Lynx Plushie Rare Plush          Food and Blanket Drive “Made from donated and recycled cloth bits and buttons.” Use: Give your plushie a hug!
Bear Cub Plushie Common Plush “It growls when you hug it!”
The Three Virtues Document          Book “A brief volume on the Three Virtues of the Light.”
An Elder’s Wisdom Document          Book “A slim volume commonly shared around the Order of the Silver Hand, detailing wisdom shared by an old master speaking to young trainees.”
Compendium of the Light Document          Book “by Symmathan Brightarrow A book bound in brown leather and softly glowing Light-blessed gems.”
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Delwyn - A fancy white rat
Delwyn is a curious and friendly white rat. He's clearly well-cared for with glossy fur and a plump belly. Somebody spoils him.
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3kreuze · 4 years
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Repairing this wannabe Heavy Blackwork of some Local Tattooist.. he scabbed and cutted the shit out of my client in 4 sessions total before my client decided to run away! Happily he found his way into our Unholy Catacombs @ruin_your_life_tattoo! First session in 3hours total for this reconstruction of a Heavy Blackwork Sleeve! Feel free to swipe left to see this savage crap of someone who was thinking Blackwork is a easy thing..
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thatishogwash · 5 years
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The Florist and the Vampire
Written for Bokuroo Week 2019
Day One: April 1st - Supernatural
AO3
Bokuto peered around a large bloom of dahlias, pretending to water the flowers in the corner of the shop even though his watering can was empty.  Also he had accidentally grabbed the broken one that they had been using as decoration at that point but that was neither here nor there.  Because it was all a pretense, a ruse so Bokuto to spy on the other two occupants of the flower shop without it being too obvious.  It probably was obvious, Akaashi would definitely be shaking his head because of Bokuto’s antics, but he couldn’t help it.
Ushijima Wakatoshi had come to work for Bokuto only a couple days after Bokuto had taken over the small flower shop.  Bokuto came from a long line of elemental mages, his affinity leaned more towards air so he had been struggling as a florist until Ushijima came along.  Ushijima was a half-blood, the half mortal child born from a god of harvest.  The flowers that he touched bloomed longer and brighter, the little shop became basically an overnight sensation.  Ushijima was a genius when it came to anything that grew in dirt, but had no idea how to deal with anything else.  He was always polite, but his blunt and unemotive way of interacting with people tended to scare others off.  Which was mostly fine with Bokuto, he was great with people.
Then came Sawamura Daichi, a tattooed dhampir with a habit of befriending even the most unsocial of creatures.  Bokuto had liked Sawamura from the moment Akaashi had introduced him as a new artist at the tattoo studio next to the flower shop.  He looked like the embodiment of a good ol’ country boy with his clean shaven face and sensible wardrobe but underneath the cream colored sweaters and dark slacks was full sleeves and a sprawling back tattoo and peaked above the color, hinting at what lay beneath.
Not even the stoic half-god could resist the charismatic pull that was Sawamura Daichi.
Bokuto had promised Akaashi he wouldn’t play matchmaker, it had worked out disastrously the three times he had tried before Shirofuku had stepped in.  Bokuto couldn’t help it!  He loved love and all he ever wanted was for those around him to be happy.  He had been fine leaving Ushijima to his dirt and plants, content with the knowledge that the halfling had no interest in human interaction, let alone anything romantic or sexual.
At least that’s what Bokuto thought until a busy Wednesday evening pulled Ushijima from the backroom to help Bokuto with a surprising number of customers.  Sawamura had just begun to work at the tattoo parlor and had come into surprise the nocturnal employees with an array of flowers that they could not see in the daylight for fear of severe burns.  Dark Ink was run by vampires after all.  Sawamura was a dhampir, able to walk in the sunlight without fear but his schedule had been flipped, which made him miss the daylight almost as much as his blood sucking co-workers.
Bokuto had been suggesting an array of flowers for a girl who wanted to apologize to her girlfriend for adopting a fifth cat when suddenly the already heavy aroma of the shop had become even sweeter, the buds turning as if sensing the sun.  Bokuto had turned in the same direction as those flowers, surprised to see Ushijima smiling, bright and uninhibited, to Sawamura.
Sawamura came every Wednesday evening, right before close, to get a new bouquet of flowers.  Ushijima spent the majority of the day carefully choosing flowers, large fingers touching each petal and making every single one the most stunning of its kind.  Bokuto had visited the studio, they had more flowers than they knew what to do with and Akaashi had admitted that most of them ended up taking them home now.  Enjoying a little piece of the life they had given up when they were turned into vampires.
“Are you alright?”  Ushijima asked, his deep voice filling the shop.  Bokuto leaned around some flowers to try and get a better look at what happened.
“Yes, sorry I have a new piece and I hit it against the counter.”  Bokuto came running around the aisle, nearly skidding right into Sawamura into his haste to see the new piece.  Sawamura snickered at Bokuto’s clear interest but still raised the hem of his sweater, revealing his left side with clear wrap and black tape around the edges.  “The new artist did it last night.”
“The one Akaashi calls pain in the ass?”  Bokuto asked with even more interest.  Tattooing a mundane person came with its own complications but Dark Ink specialized in tattooing the more magical community.  Sawamura peeled back the tape to show a mostly healed piece that spanned the entire length of Sawamura’s left side.  It was done in a traditional style and it was a thing of beauty.
“His name is Kuroo Tetsurou, though pain-in-the-ass-Kuroo isn’t too far off.”  Sawamura said, putting the tape back into place before dropping his sweater.  Ushijima’s eyes lingered on the now-hidden tattoo for a long moment before going back to arranging the colorful bouquet.  “He was around to learn irezumi when it was first done.”  Bokuto wasn’t too good with history but he thought the traditional Japanese style was most likely a couple hundred years old.  That wasn’t too surprising when it came to vampires.
“That’s awesome!”  Bokuto crowed excitedly before drooping across the counter in rejection.  “Why hasn’t Akaashi introduced me to him yet?”  Bokuto had been trying to decide on a tattoo for years now but nothing had felt quite right.  Akaashi’s own Neo-Traditional style was as beautiful as the vampire himself, the Blackwork Sawamrua specialized in was always clean and striking, Yamaka Mika’s Watercolor work could be a painting but it was not what Bokuto wanted as his first tattoo.
“Probably because that meeting would be-” Sawamura searched for the word, looking over to share a small smile with Ushijima who probably looked unmoved to anyone who didn’t know him but Bokuto saw his features soften.  “Troublesome.”
“What?  I get along with everyone!”  Bokuto tried to defend himself.
“He does.”  Ushijima agreed, adjusting flowers that did not need to be touched just to delay Sawamura’s leaving but another half minute.
“I think that’s what Akaashi fears.”  Sawamura grinned, a quick flash of something mischievous that was gone in a blink.  “You should stop by tonight, he’ll most likely be happy to let you go through his portfolio.”  Sawamura took the flowers from Ushijima, fingers grazing the taller mans.  He said his goodbyes, a warm smile meant just for Ushijima before he turned and walked out of the store.  Outside the sun was dipping below the horizon, the nocturnal creatures would just be waking up.
“Bokuto.”  Ushijima started, uncharastically hesitant as he ran his thumb over his pointer finger, right where Sawamura had touched him.  “Do you think there is something between this Kuroo and Sawamura?”  Bokuto’s first instinct was to deny it but sometimes he missed things so he bit back that response.
“Why would you say that big guy?”  Bokuto asked, placing the broken watering can up on the counter as they both moved around the store to get ready to close it up for the night.
“He has only been working there a week, correct?  But Sawmaura has already let him tattoo him.”  Ushijima’s brows furrowed, the white jasmine next to him curled inwards.  “I was under the impression that Sawamura did not like most vampires.”  Vampires had a tendency to kill dhampirs, it was an ancient, unfounded hatred but many vampires were from older generations.  Ushijima did have a point, Sawamura wouldn’t let just anyone tattoo him.  Especially something as intensive as an entire side piece.
“How about this, I’ll ask him about it when I meet him?”  Bokuto offered, gently prodding the dying jasmine.  Ushijima brushed Bokuto’s fingers away, not unkindly, and brought the poor flowers back to life.  “But to be honest, as beautiful as our flowers are Sawamura isn’t coming in weekly for them alone and he doesn’t strike me as the type of person who flirts with everyone.”  Sawamura was kind of an awful flirt to be blunt, but it worked out well considering Ushijima had absolutely no concept of flirting.
“Thank you Bokuto, I am counting on you.”  Ushijima clasped Bokuto’s shoulder, tone as serious as if he was sending Bokuto off on the most important mission that might save the country from collapse.  Bokuto, being the rational adult person he was ate that shit up and positively vibrated with confidence.
“Leave everything to me!”  Bokuto then started to shoo Ushijima out of the store.  “I’ll lock up, you have that dinner meeting Tendou’s new boyfriend don’t you?  I still say he’s imaginary.”
“Tendou says he is very handsome, stylish, and intelligent.”  Ushijima stated as if that didn’t cement the fact that Tendou might have made up a boyfriend.  What respectable forest fae would go out with a trickster like Tendou?  And what kind of name was Matsukawa Issei anyways?  A fake one, Bokuto was sure of it.
“If Tendou has a hot cool boyfriend then I have mini dragons as pets.”  Bokuto managed to get Ushijima out the door with too much fuss but Ushijima turned to face Bokuto in all seriousness.
“I would like to meet these mini dragons.”  Ushijima said.  “Please.”
“Sure thing buddy.”  Bokuto would have to go over sarcasm and joking with Ushijima again tomorrow.  They were two concepts that kept seeming to go over Ushijima’s head, apparently flowers and plants did not have any concept of jokes.
By the time Bokuto had finished cleaning, only getting distracted a total of three times which he was sure Akaashi would be proud of him for, it was fully dark outside.  The only illumination coming from the tall street lamps and the handful of businesses with their big front windows facing the street.  Bokuto hummed as he excitedly made his way to the tattoo parlor.  The windows were black, one-way mirrors.  No sunlight could filter in during the day and only the occupants in the store could see out into the street.
Despite being operated and filled with vampire, plus one dhampir, employees the inside was brightly illuminated, modernly decorated, and welcoming.  There were framed pictures of the artists favorite pieces they had either drawn or tattooed over the years, certificates and awards along with the flowers that filled every available empty space.
“Hello Bokuto.”  Akaashi’s smooth voice greeted Bokuto as the door closed behind him.  Bokuto gave a whoop of happiness, enveloping the slightly smaller man in a tight hug.  Akaashi always always felt cool against Bokuto, vampires temperatures tended to be lower and Bokuto had always run a bit warm.
“Akaash’ it’s been so long!”  Bokuto set Akaashi back onto his feet, shifting around the other man to try and figure out where his old friend had been.  Akaashi often disappeared for a couple days and came back in a better mood, smiles a bit softer and hard edges smoothed out.
“It has only been five days.”  Akaashi stated but he was smiling too.  Bokuto didn’t mind Akaashi keeping secrets, he knew when Akaashi was ready he would tell Bokuto what he always got up to.  Bokuto hoped Akaashi had a secret lover, or many secret lovers.  An entire harem perhaps, Akaashi deserved all the love in the world after all.
“Almost an entire week!”  Bokuto defended.
“A drone ant would think that was a long time.”  Another voice spoke up and Bokuto spun around, not noticing the other occupant in the front room in his happiness to see Akaashi.  “Their lifespan is only 3 weeks.”  The man said, explaining to the two blank looks he was getting.
Bokuto knew technically hearts couldn’t flip and if his did it would be a medical problem, but it didn’t stop the fact that his heart felt like it flipped in his chest and landed at the strangers feet.  He was tall, though probably not that much taller than Bokuto but lean with muscle that made him appear longer.  His hair was inky black and incredibly messy, the type that could either be terrible bedhead or something the man worked forty minutes on every day.  He was pale, dressed like what Bokuto thought an English professor would look like even though he had never attended a day of college classes in his life.  Tight dark wash jeans, brown leathers shoes, a dark gray button up with a black vest over it stretched across surprisingly broad shoulders.  He had a tattoo on his neck, a splash of color that disappeared beneath the stiff collar and the hint of another piece that stretched out over his right hand before dipping beneath the long sleeves.
“Bokuto, please stop.”  Akaashi’s soft voice asked and it was then that Bokuto realized he had summoned the wind in the enclosed space of the parlor.  Pieces of paper, various writing utensils, and a couple mugs floated around but mostly flowers twirled in the magicked wind.
“Oh.”  Bokuto resisted the urge to drop everything and set it harmlessly down, watched as disconnected petals floated down around the stranger.  “Hello I’m Bokuto and you’re beautiful!”  Bokuto introduced himself, catching the strangers eye as petals decorated his dark hair.
“Bokuto.”  Akaashi sighed.
“I mean you’re art, what you do is beautiful, because you’re Kuroo right?  Sawamura showed me the side piece you did for him!”  Bokuto rushed over to hold out a hand.  “How did you know drone ants only live three weeks?  That’s a really short time but to an ant it’s their whole life!”  Kuroo’s hand was cool in Bokuto’s own, his fingers were long and he got a closer look at the piece on his hand.  The style was familiar.
“Only Bokuto would like Kuroo’s nerdy flirting.”  Sawamura’s deep voice said from somewhere behind Bokuto.
“Do you want to see what we can accomplish in three weeks?”  Kuroo’s smirk was a bit provocative but mostly Bokuto liked the stretch of it, the way it curled slightly higher on his left side than his right.  Sawamura boo’ed Kuroo from behind them and Akaashi pulled Bokuto away, slapping Kuroo’s hand in the process.
“No, I am not letting you near Bokuto.”  Akaashi stated firmly.
“Challenge accepted.”  Kuroo said back instantly.
“No challenge was issued.”  Akaashi frowned, putting a hand up so Kuroo couldn’t step any closer.  Bokuto grinned at Kuroo above Akaashi’s head.
“Would you like to tattoo me?”  Bokuto asked.  There were still petals in Kuroo’s hair.
“Bokuto no.”  Akaashi whispered, horrified.
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vojvode · 6 years
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hang on i got more tattoo artist au shit
he already had a lot of tattoos before going to prison for manslaughter, but he got quite a few more inside
even though he killed a dozen of murad’s men before ultimately killing him, as well, the court was only able to charge him for murad’s death, citing lack of evidence. thus, only a 10 year sentence.
vlad’s got a rly big black german shepherd named baskerville n she’s pretty much indifferent to everyone except vlad
he got her as a rescue a few months after being released with time served
his loft’s pretty sparse but it’s spacey for london. a family with eastern european mob ties will get you a pretty good deal on rent.
his little brother, radu, is still in organized crime. he’s the only family vlad has left.
he met seras because she was in a brawl with other cops she’d just discovered were corrupt. it was like 5 vs 1 so vlad just evened the odds a bit and offered her an apprenticeship when she said she didn’t wanna go back.
integra was only 12 when he went to prison and when he got out she was like 22. he was surprised she wanted anything to do with the family business after her father died and even more surprised that she gave him his old job back.
arthur had only hired him in the first place for protection against other crime families
he is a very good artist, though! specializes in b&w, portraits, heavy blackwork
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tasteoftaboo · 11 days
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iimmcrtalis-archive · 7 years
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   For Full Story & Possible Choices, please check out This Page.  For this post, I’m going with default choice. ( Conscription & Saving Amaranthine )
After the murder of two of her clansmen at the age of 14, Fenrian exiled herself from her clan and left the Dalish life behind. After three years of traveling alone, a year of it spent fighting off darkspawn and protecting people from the Blight, she found her way to the Grey Wardens in Amaranthine. Unfortunately, she was untrusted in the region and captured by locals as an ‘apostate and savage dalish.’ 
   While it wasn’t her exact plan to become a Warden in such a way, she was accepting of being judged by the Warden Commander & Arl of Amaranthine. The judgement: Conscription into the Warden’s. But, she would be a Warden Prospect. Kept under the watchful eye of fellow wardens and the commander, she would prove her worth. 
  And so she did. 
     During the attack on Vigil’s Keep, Fen helped defend those there while the Warden dealt protected the city. In the chaos, she was injured critically and became tainted. When the battle subsided, and they looked for survivors, they found her. Missing one of her arms, and fading fast, she was given the option to partake in the Joining. 
       From then she became Warden Suledin.
    In the Qunari siege of Kirkwall, Suledin is seen with the Wardens. While they don’t help with the battle outside of their own means, Suledin leaves the Champion & her friends with gifts to help. And wishes them the best of luck. 
   In between the years, she spends most of her time recruiting apostates and elves from both clans & the cities. With time she earns ranks in the order, acting as one of the senior members of the Fereldan Wardens. When the order began to shift, she and the other senior wardens at the time, spoke out against the use of blood magic. While she herself heard no calling, she could see its affects on her fellow wardens.  There was little she could do but argue in it’s falseness. There was something going on bigger than them, and she planned to help stop it. 
   After the Conclave, she went on the run with her senior warden. Splitting up would make it easier to track them. While her friend waited for Hawke in the Crestwood, she made her home in the Stormcoast.  She can be recruited long before the story requires the Warden’s help.  the Inquisitor will be able to find her while tracking Blackwall’s Quest, Memories of The Grey. When searching the camps, they will note that there’s been recent use of the camps. And whoever was there isn’t too far away. 
   Once they find her, she remarks that she’s surprised anyone found her considering they’re not really supposed to know where those camps are. But, since she has been found, she’ll offer up her services to the Inquisition. Telling them she’s awaiting contact from a friend, and working with someone who glows might make it a bit easier to find her. 
      Depending on the choice by the Inquisitor, she can become an Agent or Companion. 
           • As an agent she’ll tend to work with both Cullen’s men &/or The Chargers.. With her it makes it easier to escort and help refugees as well as dig through ruins. For Elven inquisitors, it’ll help with finding elvhen artifacts. 
     As a companion, she’ll be another mage in the arsenal. Her specialization is Keeper, a specialization that utilizes the ground around her. How long she stays, much like Blackwall, is up to the choices made by the Inquisitor in Here Lies The Abyss.        • Left Behind - Stays in the fade instead of Hawke or the Warden        • Exiled - Can stay with the Inquisition, unless the Warden is left behind.        • Joined - Stays with the Inquisition with less tension. 
  When the Inquisition draws closer to its end, Suledin gets a bit more riled up and aggressive about things. Her change is based more on finally ending and saving her Order. As well as taking it as a chance to redeem the Wardens of their mistakes. In the Temple of Mythal, however, this aggressiveness is pointed at the guardians. Specifically Abelas. In this verse, Suledin will not step forward as a suggestion to take the Well. The offer itself is amusing to her, making her laugh. She has an expiration date, and it’d be a waste on her. Even if the world ends soon, she’s going to be dead before then.         She does approve of the Inquisitor taking it themselves over Morrigan. 
  With Corypheus defeated, the warden stares at the night sky. A smile upon her face as she looks at the stars, counting them, naming them. When footsteps disturb this, she turns to the Inquisitor with a sad smile. She says her goodbyes, as she’s sure she won’t see them in the morning. After the party, she’s gone. Left late into the night according to the guards. Left a present for the Inquisitor though. A small pin with a griffon on it. 
  In the events of Trespasser, she again joins the group.         [will update on trespasser shit after i play it ]
STATS:
Name: Fen, later Suledin or Rosal’nan Nicknames: Fen, Sul/sully, Rosa Titles: Da’Fen Age: 27 Birthday:  Drakonis 19th Gender: Female ( dmab ) Sexuality: Pansexual │ demiromantic Birthplace: Unknown. Residence: Thedas. Relatives:               • N/a.
Height: 5'2" Weight: 140lbs Character’s body build: Curved, muscular. Eye Color: Emerald green. Hair Color: Dark red. Type of hair: Very thick. Hairstyle: Version Dependent  Complexion and skin tone: Freckled & medium brown Scars: Multiple facial scars. Deep scar across her throat. Mannerisms: Tends to not carry much regard for social ques. Speaks very bluntly. Quick to anger as she gets older.  Usual Body Posture: Back straight, arms crosses. Leaning weight to one side. Vallaslin: Mythal Complete, Blackwork version.  Tattoos:         • Elvhen for Freedom on her right wrist.        • Elvhen for Justice on her left wrist.        • Half completed Mythal branches down her throat, over her shoulders & chest.         • Bow & Arrow on her side. 
SKILLS:
Specializations: Keeper & Battlemage │ Arcane Warrior / Knight Enchanter Favored Spells:     Awakening -  
Entropy:  • Sleep + Nightmare                 • Mass Paralysis
Spirit: • Death Syphon           • Telekinesis Spells
Creation: • Mass Rejuvenation                  • Regeneration                  • Heoric Defense                 • Haste
Primal: • Inferno             • Earthquake              • Blizzard             • Tempest             • Chain Lightning
Arcane: • Arcane Shield              • Elemental Mastery               • Time Spiral              • Repulsion Field
   Inquisition: Passives not included in this list **
Inferno: • Immolate             • Wall of Fire
Spirit: • Barrier          • Mind Blast          • Revival
Winter: • Fade Step              • Wall of Ice              • Blizzard
Storm: • Chain Lightning             • Energy Barrage              • Static Charge              • Static Cage
COMPANION CODEX  • PAGE         **both are currently under heavy construction.
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xcjxedge · 7 years
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Drama queen for the amazing Felicity! Thank you for always getting heavy shit! AUSTRALIA!!! I will be working at @vintiquetattoostudio in Melbourne pretty much the beginning of February! Email me for a spot! Los Angeles: January 9th Oakland: January 11th-19th Melbourne: January 31st-February 11th Seattle/Portland: March France: April For appointments: [email protected] #xcjxtattooer #tattoo #tattoos #tattooing #blackwork #Oakland #Australia #Melbourne #losangeles #cvltnation #darkartists #portland #plague #txttooing #sanfransisco #dead #death #plaguedoctor #blackclaw #monstersholdingbitches #onlythedarkest #mhb #blackworkerssubmission #tttism #wtt (at Old Crow Tattoo)
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