#definitely taking some artistic liberties with these lol

[shadyufo]

skelebuns & musclebuns

#art #sketches #illustrations #wips #rabbits #skeleton #definitely taking some artistic liberties with these lol #they'll be transferred onto wood cutouts I'll be painting later #so i had to make them fit into some kinda wonky proportions

[wydownaspiider]

#MonsterHighMarch2024

Howl

Fangtastic

Voltageous

Jekyll & Hyde

Love Letter

Tombmates

Animal Friends

Pink

Egyptian Jewels

Zombie Games

Black, White, & Red

Underwater

Meeeow!

Making Music

Free Space - You’re halfway there!

Unlucky

Vacation

Purple

Snake Eyes

Creepy Crawlies

Día de Muertos

Steam or Electric?

Fashion Show

Arts & Crafts

Roller Skates

Pep Rally

Wingspan

Scene Hair

Glasses

Green

Year of the Dragon

my notes under the cut:

first of all, graphic design is my weakness lol

secondly yeah i did some more vague prompts this year! i encourage any artistic liberties you may take (as long as its nothing inappropriate ofc)

some of them are definitely referencing a specific character, but take the prompt however you want to. And have fun!

#monster high #monster high march #monsterhighmarch #monsterhighmarch2024

[i-heart-hxh]

Hi! I have a question, between the two versions of the anime, which one do you think was more faithful to the manga when it comes to the personalities of Gon and Killua? I've recently finished watching the 99 anime and I really enjoyed it, but idk if this is an unpopular opinion, but sometimes i felt like some of the characters were a little bit ooc, people usually talk about how the Killua of the 99 anime is so different to the Killua from 2011, but I also felt that Gon was really different in both animes, in the 99 version sometimes he was kinda shy or doubtful, like he was too passive, where as in the 2011 anime he seems overall more confident except for the times where he doubts about his self-worth, like after Hisoka didn't take the tag back during the hunter exam, in the 2011 version it also feels like when they are doing something even if the plan wasn't his, like going to Heaven's Arena, Gon is the one taking the lead and deciding how he is going to do things, idk if I'm making sense lol, the point is that he is a little bit more assertive while still being a sweet boy in the 2011 version while in the 99 version he is mostly just a sweet boy at least to me, I'm really interested in getting your thoughts about this topic, sorry for the long post 😅.

Thank you for sending this, it's definitely an interesting thing to discuss and something I've thought about quite a bit myself! Going to go on for a bit right back at you, haha.

Gon and Killua's characterization is actually a major reason for why I have mixed feelings about the 1999 anime. It has some wonderful strengths--like the beautiful cel animation, creative visual direction, more realistic character designs, unique (and darker) atmosphere, some great OPs/EDs, and a lovely soundtrack, among other things. But there are a few different aspects that I'm not a big fan of, and the changes to Gon and Killua's characters are at the top of my list.

First off, I want to say that to an extent I understand why Gon and Killua are characterized differently. Not much of the manga was out when 1999 was made, so the staff could only work with (essentially) the first impressions of the characters, and the anime had to expand into filler/anime-only material to prevent it from catching up with the manga and running out of things to adapt, so to a degree the staff had no choice but to get creative. The artistic liberties they took aren't always a bad thing. I even like some of the additions they made. But I do think some of the choices they made to deviate from the source material--and some of them were definitely not necessary--lead to them being much flatter characters in 1999 than in the manga itself.

This whole paragraph requires some oversimplification so bear with me, but I feel like in 1999, Gon is characterized as too much of a "good boy," while with Killua they lean too much into his "bad boy" side. Leaning into these stereotypes runs counter to what I love about these two, which is that they're both complex and have mixed lighter/darker attributes that feel somewhat "balanced" between them ultimately, and by the end of CAA they have essentially switched positions with regards to their respective light and darkness. They both have strong light sides and strong dark sides contained within them, which is part of why they get along so well even when they're as different as they are. To make Gon more passive and sweet (as you said, which I agree with) and Killua more edgy and bratty makes the relationship feel much more unequal and, to me, uninteresting.

I love Gon's assertiveness, strong-willed nature, and feral and scary sides, and Killua's softer, more vulnerable, and more childish sides, as well as other sides to them we see in canon, so having those toned down makes me sad.

One small example of a change that has always bothered me in 1999 is that they had Gon introduce himself to Killua when they first meet, and Killua even ignores him initially when he tries to introduce himself. While the scene isn't drastically different, I think it's incredibly important in establishing Killua's character that he introduces himself first and is so eager to get to know Gon. He desperately wants a friend! This is a vital basis for his character and motivations! There are a number of decisions in 1999 like this, where some deviation is made to make the characters more straightforward/fitting an archetype, and it would just be a small thing if not for how carefully constructed and extremely intentional Togashi's writing is, and how delicate the balance is with their characterization in the original series.

I'm personally not a fan of how much bigger and older Killua seems in 1999 compared to Gon as well--at times it feels like there must be an age gap of 3-4 years, which is weird to me with two characters where an important aspect of their relationship is that they're the same age. In the early parts of the manga, there was a bigger height gap between them as well (though it gets less and less with time), but even taking that into consideration, the strongly emphasized size difference is odd to me. (I know some people find it cute and that's fine, this is just my own preference!)

That said, I still do enjoy a lot of their scenes in 1999, even some of the added ones! I just don't think the way their characters are portrayed comes off nearly as layered/fascinating/well-balanced as in the manga and therefore in 2011 (which more-or-less closely follows the manga, with some exceptions). I consider 1999 its own alternate canon and any changes/additions only canon within that universe. (Though some of the additions I like can go under "Headcanon accepted!" status for me, LOL.)

2011 does have some small deviations from the manga too, and I do think there are subtle differences in the characterization vs the manga, but 2011 and the manga are much closer to each other overall and the characters are essentially the same at least, with only small exceptions.

So anyway, I definitely agree with what you said about their respective characterizations, and it's something that bugs me, too. There are a lot of aspects I appreciate about 1999, but I'm actually glad I didn't start with it for multiple reasons, and it's a pretty mixed bag for me overall.

#hunter x hunter #hxh #gon #killua #killugon #gonkillu #asks #my posts #anonymous #hxh 1999 #hxh 2011

[misc-obeyme]

THE THREADS THAT BIND

MASTERPOST

GN!MC x Barbatos - Complete

SUMMARY: You're staying at the Demon Lord's Castle when you're bound to Barbatos because of a curse. The curse affects you in odd ways as you work to find a way to break it.

OTHER CHARACTERS: Solomon, Diavolo, a demon OC attending RAD, an OC sorcerer

INCLUDES: Angst and drama, but a happy ending. Some distressing content such as nightmares, will be tagged in the warnings on each chapter.

NOTES: Takes place sometime after season 3 of the OG and includes spoilers for season 2 in later chapters. All chapters with spoilers will be tagged. Also I definitely took some artistic liberties with the mechanics of magic... because I like making stuff up lol. You can find more about my OC Arsenios here!

CHAPTERS

Chapter One | word count 1,182 | includes violence and injury, sorcerer OC

Chapter Two | word count 2,181 | MC recovering from previous injury

Chapter Three | word count 1,829 | Solomon appears

Chapter Four | word count 1,261 | MC has nightmares

Chapter Five | word count 1,217 | a time skip

Chapter Six | word count 1,271 | MC has some troubled sleep again

Chapter Seven | word count 1,024 | spoilers for OG season 2, demon OC

Chapter Eight | word count 1,407 | demon OC

Chapter Eight and a Half | word count 1,377 | a bonus chapter

Chapter Nine | word count 1,775 | demon OC, sorcerer OC, magical violence, MC in pain

Chapter Ten | word count 1,159 | demon OC

Chapter Eleven | word count 1,271 | some angst as MC struggles with their feelings

Chapter Twelve | word count 1,410 | a lot more angst, MC is crying

Chapter Thirteen | word count 1,187 | the final scene

Epilogue | word count 1,910 | nsfw mdni, oral & penetration (reader receiving), pet names, some cheese lol

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

#the threads that bind #misc admin

[leeyanyanyaaan]

HEARTSTEEL Vocal Headcanons

13 / 11 / 2023

*gasp* wow look whos using capital letters LOL. am too lazy to edit the whole headcanons that i wrote in notes. anyways, hello fellow heartbeats :D heartsteel's been absolutely taking over my brain so i would like to share some headcanons i came up with hehe. these are just general headcanons of what i think their vocal dynamic in their work is, but starting from tomorrow i'll be posting a headcanon series of the band x reader so i hope you look forward to that ^-^

When I look at HEARTSTEEL, they make me think that they'd be a group like Stray Kids - equally strong in singing and rapping, making songs their own and making their own songs. They generally have liberty/self-authority over how their group works, not following trends and conventions and doing things their own way.

Kayn would have a really nice, powerful voice, though with a slight rasp? Obviously something higher than Rhaast's but not too high (sorry Cal :"))

I do know that Rhaast is supposed to be his stage persona (and I can also see the headcanon that he sold his soul to the devil to be a better performer), but I'd totally love it if Kayn would perform as himself too AND for him to sing ALONGSIDE Rhaast! To be honest, in my fanscripts, I already consider Rhaast a seperate vocalist from Kayn.

He can do things like belting and mixed voice! 

From the Youtaite/Cover community, I headcanon for Kayn to be voiced by Kuraiinu and/or Jonathan Young

Ughh beautiful strong vocals for Ezreal 😩🤌✨️ I can also see him being versatile with soft vocals and sub-rap too. 

Anyways, he's one of the main vocalists definitely. Is also very likely the visual of the group XD 

I imagine he also has the longest singing training of the group, so he knows his harmonies and can do some nice riffs for vocal adlibs. 

Youtaite/Cover voice headcanon for Ezreal would be Aruvn and/or Johnny 

K'Sante!! Also a big versatile!! 

I can see soooo much potential for this man but he's so undershadowed in the group 😭💔 

Is just as vocally talented as Ezreal and can also take vocal adlibs, harmonies and softer vocals too, like tobi lou did in PARANOIA, but I would like to think his main vocals is more on the rich, deeper side, something closer to his character voice

While I did say Ezreal can do adlibs and harmonies, I'd like to think that K'Sante CARRIES them while Ez does the main vocals (if he's gonna be the main vocalist that shines in chorus, let my man K'Sante have his own way of shining too please Riot), like pleaseee I can imagine that he can harmonize so well and have very very nice riffs and adlibs 💕

Yes he can also rap so he can take sub-rap roles too

Youtaite/Cover voice headcanon for K'Sante would be Tre Watson!

Ahh out of all of the featured artists, my favorite is definitely ØZI 😊 idk his voice has me twirling my hair AHAHNSJABZNSNS

So like, when you think about it, there's a difference between vocalists in the East in the West, or at least from my listening experience. In East Asia, it's either you have a higher pitched (this is pretty much always the case for females) or lower pitched vocalist, no in between (but they have scarily huge vocal ranges 💀💀), and they have a particularly light timber, whereas I find that the West has more richer, deeper toned vocalists? It's hard to describe, but it's why a vocalist like Lily from NMIXX stands out so much in terms of vocal performance for me because they sound more like the Western vocalists. 

Now, I would say that ØZI (and I would like to throw in Bang Chan as well) are like 75% leaning more towards Western.. or at least for ØZI's rapping vocals because I haven't heard his singing XD but like it's kinda like by the second listen through I kinda thought "wait, is Sett's vocalist Asian?" Like, it was *nearly* there but not quite 

ANYWAYS. YOU CAN IGNORE ALL THAT CAUSE I WAS JUST RAMBLING.

Now onto ACTUAL Sett vocal headcanons!

Yeah definitely gonna be a main rapper alongside Kayn, but I like to think he has a strong and stable singing voice too! I do think that ØZI did some of the adlibs in PARANOIA too? Not 100% sure.

Hmm but yeah, while Sett would be mainly be a rapper, he's definitely got some solid vocal skills! 

For adlibs, he mainly does the chanting type ones since the other two main vocalists already got the melodic ones covered

Youtaite/Cover voice headcanon for Sett would be Will Stetson

Rapper: Kayn - Sett - K'Sante - Ezreal :Vocalist

Also vocal range/types!

Ezreal - Tenor to baritone

Sett - Tenor to baritone

Kayn - Tenor to baritone

K'Sante - Baritone to bass

Rhaast - Baritone to bass

Bonus: Yone - Baritone to bass and Aphelios used to be a tenor to baritone

On another note, my voice headcanons were all mainly based on the Master Andross cover vocalists, so if there's any other suggestions you got do feel free to add XD

and speaking of those covers let me shamelessly plug my audio edits I made for "HEARTSTEEL Covers" AHABDMNDMS

#heartsteel #heartsteel lol #heartsteel paranoia #heartsteel headcanons #heartsteel imagines #heartsteel kayn #heartsteel ezreal #heartsteel k'sante #heartsteel sett #heartsteel yone #heartsteel aphelios

[artekai]

The @icerosesummerbracket has dragged me back into ARoIiS, so I spent all day drawing art of my absolute favorite, Currant!

I was inspired by some of the hc designs I've seen in the fandom lately for both him and Etienne, but I really wanted to lean into the ARoIiS themes of light vs. dark with his outfit. Though I fear I might have leaned into them TOO much lmao. But I do enjoy the space/star aesthetic, so it's fine with me, just consider it an artistic liberty. I definitely did not know how to depict his magic tho lol.

Also! I wanted to give him lots of blue so he and Etienne could be a red-blue sibling duo :D

I do headcanon Currant as trans :) I mean, have you ever noticed how ARoIiS uses similar words to describe him and Etienne, but in a different light? (pun intended) You CANNOT tell me they aren't identical twins. And you know what that means! One of them has to be trans. I'm convinced Etienne did his top surgery somehow, and you cannot change my mind idc idc.

Honestly at this point I would take a spin-off that's just about Currant and Etienne, exploring their origins, their rocky relationship, and how they ended up taking different paths in life. That would be cool to see.

Also, how about both a Currantsweep and an Etiennesweep, so they can both face off each other in the finals, for further family drama? I know it's not gonna happen but I can dream ❤️

#unreality #unreality cw #aroiis #currant aroiis #ice rose summer #it's funny how i never got into the goncharov fandom (despite how goncharov-inspired aroiis is) but aroiis really grabbed me :') #i'm having fun lol. i have another idea so i wanna draw more for this hopefully but have this one for now! ^^ #others' ocs #? collective oc i guess lol #deni's art #deni's stuff

[ivorydragoness44]

Maul Monday Update

Pattern Pages Edition

A Darth Maul quote with a Sith Holocron and the Mandalore Throne mosaic artwork.

Phew...that Mandalore Maul-commissioned throne art was......something. I did take some 'artistic liberties' with it (definitely meaning that I made some of it up). I am happy with it. Though at one point I was comparing it to spider!Maul with the difficulty level (squinting at pixels to try to make sense of the mando-art lol).

#darth maul #maul #mandalore #sith holocron #darth maul adult coloring book #darth maul coloring book #darth maul coloring book pages #coloring book preview pages

[johaerys-writes]

Hey! I see you sometimes talking about your Achilles being neurodivergent (and I think I saw you mention Patroclus being nd too) and I was wondering if you have any specific headcanon? And, for example, if the headcanons vary depending on the universe of each fic or if they are somewhat fixed.

Hi! My answer is going to be about Achilles, because he is the one I talk the most about being ND.

I personally find that Iliad Achilles has some character traits that are widely recognised now as being on the spectrum: he is very direct and often very blunt; he is quite set in his opinions and has a rigil moral code; he means exactly what he says, often without bothering with societal niceties, and hates when others don't do the same; in the iliad he feels his emotions to the max and has extreme outbursts of anger, frustation, grief etc. So I like to joke about Achilles being on the spectrum and thinking of all the different ways this affects his behaviour.

But the truth is that I don't take all this very seriously, at least when we're talking about canon Achilles, Achilles in general. I'm not a big fan of diagnosing fictional characters with real world conditions, especially when they weren't intended to be perceived this way. When we talk about Achilles, we're talking about an ancient folk hero who appears in a work that was written thousands of years ago, during a time that autism wasn't even a thing-- our very definition of autism that we have today, and being "neurodivergent" in general, is very recent, and until a few years ago someone being on the spectrum meant something completely different, for the most part, than it does now. Achilles is also a demigod and is intentionally written differently from every other character in the Iliad; in that case, perhaps it's his divine ancestry that makes him behave in such ways, like his extreme anger or his bluntness. We can’t really know for sure.

Some people might say "but ASD/ADHD has always existed, we just have a name for it now!" That is true, but the most important thing to keep in mind when saying "oh, x character in autistic/has adhd/some other disorder" is that this isn’t a real person, but the creation of a real person (or real people, in the case of folk heroes). So even if unconsciously, let's say, Homer wrote a character that has autistic traits because it's something he saw in the real world, that would be his own interpretation and his own biases when it comes to this specific group of people. This example is kind of silly because we don't really know who Homer is, if he was one person or many, or what sort of artistic liberties he took when he transplanted Achilles from greek mythos into the Iliad, but I feel like it's something to keep in mind in general when we perceive a certain character to be neurodivergent: that they are only some other person's interpretation of what e.g. autism is, and not what autism actually is.

When it comes to my own personal headcanons, I mostly talk about Achilles being ND in my own works, and specifically in my Disasters AU. His traits are intentionally more pronounced there than in canon or other AUs of mine, because this is how I imagined him and it's the sort of story I wanted to tell. I never spell it out in so many words in the fic itself, and it isn’t even in the tags anywhere, because it isn’t what the story is about. And Achilles' ND traits are mild for the most part I think, and we don't even see a lot of the struggles that he has off screen because, again, it isn’t the focus of the story and also he isn’t a real person lol. He is just someone I wrote and I think it would be kind of unfair and maybe misguided to equate his struggles to those of an actual person living with this disorder because, again, he is my interpretation of what ASD is and looks like and might not correspond to how others experience ASD, and in any case it should all be taken with a grain of salt. But at the same time, I'm glad when someone reads my work and finds a lot of what Achilles does relatable, I think that's one of the coolest things about stories and literature, that we see some of ourselves in there.

I hope this answered your question somewhat! I don’t know if this was what you had in mind when you asked me, but I just felt like I had to put it all out there lol.

[animunerdery]

your art is very good and i love it a lot !! ur vrry talented ! however, you seem to still draw usopp with his minstrel lips? i know thatd how they look in canon but a caricature is a caricature. im not saying thid in a mean spirited way, i just want to see your art improve and not alienate who you're trying to depict

Oda certainly has some “issues” with his designs, Usopp and most of the other black and brown characters, along with pretty much all of his women have fairly obvious “these were designed by a Japanese dude who loves boobs and has probably only seen non asian people in film/media vibes.”

That being said… if it were up to me, I probably would still exaggerate a fair amount of features, but push them more towards the direction of the ethnicity / nationality they’d represent.

Luffy and Vivi for example, I would definitely make brown. I’m pretty sure the live action show will be a disaster given how bad cowboy bebop was, BUT! The casting of live action Luffy is spot on! Curly hair? Check! Thick assed eyebrows? Check! Feral boy energy? Check!

Zoro I’d have it so he dyes his hair, his eyebrows can be dark thick assed Asian eyebrows and the moss is his choice cuz he’s an idiot and thinks it’s cool.

Nami, I’d make her overall a bit more elfin; give a bit of an upturn to her nose and freckles obviously. Aside from that not too much of a change. Animu already makes ppl kinda white looking…

Usopp would definitely be wide nose instead of long nose and frankly I’d give him more prominent eyelids. I think he’d be darker relative to the other mugiwara even if Banchina is mixed race.

Sanji I would definitely give a much bigger much more French nose and maybe make him more like a French Buscemi overall? Sanji’s biggest problems are in his writing, but I think Oda has definitely been showing growth in our weird confused little misogynist.

Chopper I can see as half Asian tbh bc there’s a ton of Asians in Canada. Also he’s a kid so not that different from the way I already draw him haha.

Robin I think would also be more about making that nose more prominent and making those deep set eyes and heavy eyelids pop. Though tbh she could be kinda mixed too, like white Eastern European mixed with Asiatic Steppe ppl blood could also work?

(The main thing I’d change with all the women is waistline and boob size lol, also Nami face, I would definitely make Hancock and Tashigi clearly Asian. Love that Nojiko is black in the live action and would totally make Miss Double Finger black as well. Vivi would totally be brown, why not black? Ptolemaic Egyptians are essentially Greeks, so more Middle Eastern Mediterranean Sefardi vibes for Vivi.)

Franky doesn’t really need much change except maybe the nose also being more prominent? He already does look kinda like a large white dude to begin with lol. His butt-butt chin thing is weird but within the realm of cartoon liberty.

And my Brook would probably look like an older cross between Marley and Hendrix. So not thaaat different from Oda’s design I guess? I think of him as being from Jamaica at any rate, no idea where Oda had actually slated him to be from…

I didn’t do them, but Jinbei would probably be an older chunky Asian dude, and Yamabro would probably be an albino? The whole white hair red eyes thing lol…

At any rate… design is still incredibly labor and thought intensive so despite his issues, I take my hat off with full respect to Oda sensei and base my drawings off those designs.

Also… redesign takes time and energy as well and tbh this blog is just dumb throwaway doodles that take me 5-30min to cobble together. If you wanna see beautifully redesigned mugiwaras, check out these blog rolls of incredible artists who actually put time and energy into their work!

#redesign #one piece #mugiwara kaizoku #mugiwara pirates #monkey d luffy #roronoa zoro #nami #Usopp #vinsmoke sanji #tony tony chopper #nico robin #franky #Brook

[henriiiii-1001]

Anon whose life support is Spotify /lhj I'd like to offer my help if you want it (search tip: search genres and subgenres on Spotify or YouTube playlists, it's much faster)

Having Thea's band be a street one sounds pretty cool, since some later very popular singers / bands started by "busking" on the streets too, like Tones and I (the singer of "Dance Monkey") , so Thea's band specific genre can be anything really, but since she's following Nathan's footsteps then I'll assume she went for the world of rock too

I was listening to Alice Cooper (the solo artist not the band) when you published the UG masterpost, and while obviously I don't think you'd make the BeatCRASHERS main genre be psychedelic like Alice, there are other genre options that came from psychedelic rock you can choose from, like Glam Rock (ex : T. Rex) , Hard Rock (ex : Bon Jovi) , Metal / Heavy Metal (ex : Metallica) and Punk Rock (ex : Green Day)

This thing of "street music can be anything" also technically applies to Adam and Lily, but honestly the only thing that is coming to mind right now is Metallica's "Master of Puppets" , and their main genres are Heavy, Trash and Speed Metal and Hard Rock, so you can pick any of those or their subgenres if you want

This one also came to me while still listening to Alice, specifically his song "Bed of Nails", so what do you think of Sub-Zero main genre being Classic Rock? Technically Classic Rock is more of an umbrella genre for rock/metal songs made in or similar to the 60s and 70s, sometimes 80s too, but could be interesting. If you need some genres that fall under "classic rock" there's Garage, Punk and Soft Rock and Sunshine Pop (from Pop Rock)

Ah, I also took the liberty (I was bored) to write up ideas for song or album names for the bands / artists in UG I hope you don't mind

BeatCRASHERS : "Arms that drag me"

Sub-ZERO : "Child Shadows"

Mateo : "Afortunada Virgen" <- Reggaetón is Reggaetón lol

PUPPET333R : "Havoc Strings"

Star CrXssed : "Spacetime Combustion"

Lily : "Snake's Nest"

Yeah, I think I've written enough, bye-bye

sounds really cool!!!! though when i refer to street i was mostly referring to like. hip hop and rap. the (fictional) group they’re based on does hip hop and rap, and i thought people would get reference if i referred to them as a street group. thats my bad though and i should have made that more clear.

also thea’s group isn’t a band, just a music group. while she takes nathan as inspiration, she’s a different person, has different tastes, and i wanted to reflect that in how she expresses herself in music.

that all goes for lily and adam too. for adam though he’d definitely be more on the techno side (YAY i finally decided. maybe he does a rock song every now and then as a treat. lily might take more of the rock pileline tho bc i’d say she’s pretty intense w her music.

as for Sub-ZERO i think i was thinking classic rock for them!!! maybe punk rock bc nathan and Sub-ZERO doing a cover of american idiot would be SIIIIICK!!! also bc i’d say that genre fits nathan p well

the album names are sick too!!!! definitely gonna take some inspo from those >:D

im really glad you put this much thought into your suggestions though!!!!! it helps out a lot :DDDDD

#interview box #unholy gift #also i dont have spotify so that’s not an option for me LOL #im fine w it tho i prefer youtube to listen to music anyway #thanks for the suggestions though!!!!!! sorry for not clarifying on the “street” music thing though

[retvenkos]

olive!!! babe!!! how r u???? i'm currently rereading the blood of olympus (& realizing i have a fat crush on jason. whoops.) & thinking of u!! ig i have been living under a rock, but my fyp has been showing me content for it, but-- any thoughts on the new live action atla show?? (also, music recs! five seconds flat by lizzie mcalpine is the most gorgeous album i have listened to in such a long time? her writing is so refreshing, and reminds me of ur writing!! build a problem by dodie also has some bangers in it, that i feel u would a d o r e) anyways ily, and i hope u r having a great weekend! <33

omg, cass!!!!!!! where have you been???? i've been doing alright for myself, how are you? and lol, i was also thinking of finally picking up and finishing the percy jackson franchise, but i have a long list of books to read, and a schedule that won't let me get to them until december, sdghjhgds. i hope you enjoy blood of olympus and, from what i have gathered about jason from Tumblr Osmosis, he is a good one to have a crush on. i support that decision, lololol.

and okay,,,, so i have not heard much about the atla live-action other than the fact that the story is going to take some.... ~artistic liberties~ with the plot, and honestly? no offense, but i'd rather something else. like the comic being animated, or at atla-verse show that focuses on other avatars rather than rehashing the story we already know and love. however!!!! that being said!!!!! from what i have seen of the casting choices, it seems like there's some great choices and i'm interested to see what they do with it! i'm excited for all the young actors to have such a cool opportunity, and my sister and i already have plans to tune in.

and i will definitely have to check out that album! you and lindsay always give the best music recs, and i think that's rather neat of the both of you. ily too and hope you have a wonderful week!

#asks #cass — 🦢

[shohokubasket]

SD head canon // Miyagi's Mom and Ayako's Mom

I have not seen the SD movie yet lol, but lately I've been thinking a lot about Miyagi's mom and Ayako's mom and their interesting potential as characters, especially if they interact with each other.

Now I have read some movie spoilers to know a little more about Miyagi's mom (but still not too much lol). I'll use her canon name but otherwise I'll keep this spoiler-free (or, at least, free from spoilers I definitely know about) and focus on what other fans have invented and what I've come up with in my head (in other words, this is all fanfiction lol).

Miyagi's Mom

Not seeing the movie means I can't say exactly what Miyagi's mom (Kaoru) is like yet so, fair warning a lot of this is just stuff I've invented for now lol. But based on fanart I've seen she seems very nice, hardworking, kinda mellow (although there is a lot of fanart of her grieving or dealing with the tragedies she gone through in her life, so, it's tricky to tell what her personality is really like).

One thing I saw recently is a really awesome Korean comic where the artist imagines how she and Miyagi's dad got together (idk if it's ok to share a link, but the user is on postype as 모우시/mousyyyyyy.postype.com!). I used a translation app so I'm taking some liberties on some of the exact content, but I'll just talk about what I understood from it. In it they imagined that they were childhood friends from the same neighborhood. He had quit school to work as a fisherman while she dreamed about going to Tokyo after graduation to go work at a sports broadcasting network (I think? Something like that). But then he convinces her to stay in Okinawa ("the basketball is better here than in Tokyo!") and so she does and they start a family.

This comic stands out to me because for these adult characters it is interesting to think about them as children/teenagers, what their dreams and aspirations were, and how they think about their current circumstances now.

So I'd like to imagine that Kaoru had big dreams as a teenager. She doesn't have regrets about her decisions, I don't think, but maybe in the context of the tragedies that comes into her life later on she does reflect on these other dreams she once had and how she imagine her life when she was young.

I also can't speak too much on her relationship with Ryota without spoiling too much but I will say that they both have been through a lot and there were points where I'm sure Ryota made things tough on her. But at the end of the day they deeply love each other and are part of a close-knit family unit.

Ayako's Mom

We don't have a lot of canon info about Ayako's mom. But this is what we get from Piercing: Ayako's parents are not together, Ayako's mom is/was dating other guys, and Ayako seems to be close with her mom.

Now it's possible that Ayako's mom is widowed, but I'm going to go with divorced for my head canon. As an aside, this could give some interesting context to Ayako not going by her last name if there was stuff about her last name changing or not changing (so her last name is different from her mom's) following the divorce. Just to be clear, I understand Inoue didn't seem to have any kind of special reason in mind for not giving Ayako a last name. Someone told me that he has said in an interview that he didn't want to give her one and doesn't want fans to give her one either lol, so this is just a wild theory I came up with lol.

Now this next part is also just stuff I've come up with, since I have yet to find other head canons/fanlore about this. And it's that maybe, like Kaoru, Ayako's mom also had dreams as a teenager to go to Tokyo, although it was less about pursing a specific career and more about having an exciting adult life. But the difference is that she actually did go to Tokyo after she graduated high school, and while she was in Tokyo she married a big shot guy and had Ayako. But then they decided to divorce after a few years-not for any sad reason, it just wasn't working out-and she ended up taking a young Ayako with her back to Kanagawa prefecture where she grew up.

While Ayako's mom has likely not gone through the type of tragedy that Kaoru has gone through, it is probably true that maybe her life didn't turn out the way she imagined. But even so she stays very optimistic about things and doesn't have any bitterness about how things turned out.

Ayako's mom is very lively and outgoing, she's were Ayako gets those traits. Ayako's mom admires Ayako's strong drive and focus towards her goals, and how in these ways Ayako is so different from what she was like as a teenager (and recognizes that Ayako probably gets those traits from her dad). She and Ayako are super close, almost like friends.

Ayako's Mom and Miyagi's Mom

So if (or when, if you ship them like I do) Miyagi and Ayako start dating it's interesting for me to think about how these two potential characters may interact with each other.

I think before they start dating Kaoru is somewhat familiar with Ayako. She knows she's the basketball team manager, and just from the way Ryota has talked about her in front of her she admires that seems to be a mature young friend to her son. And she knows that her son has a massive crush on this friend lol. But since Ryota has been quiet about that aspect on his relationship with Ayako she didn't really expect anything to happen between them.

Meanwhile Ayako's mom knows a lot about Ryota lol. She knows that her daughter more or less has been adamant about focusing on the basketball team and often complains about him but clearly has a soft spot for him. She actually had met him once before they started dating, when Ayako had Ryota come over to her house to study because she was afraid he was going to fail his winter midterms. So they chatted just a bit and kinda hit it off lol. She really likes him as a person and likes him for her daughter-though Ayako shrugs this off for a long time whenever she brought up the subject. Towards the end of their second year Ayako does start to have stronger feelings for Ryota and is conflicted about how their relationship would affect the team. Ayako's mom reasons with her to not overthink things too much, she should just do whatever she wants.

Ayako and Ryota start dating during their third year, after the spring/summer basketball season. They meet each other's families as a couple pretty early on, but it's not until the winter holidays that Ayako's mom has the chance to hang out with the Miyagi family. It's around then that Ayako's mom and Kaoru get to really know each other and talk about their different experiences, which gives them each a new perspective. Over time they become quite close, which surprised Ryota a bit because of their different personalities but didn't surprise Ayako at all lol. In my head they're also very close in age.

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Intro Post <3

Hello to all you pretty petals! This isn’t my first blog on here, but for one thing I don’t remember the login ti my previous one and I also don’t like what I posted or liked on there lol. Before I get into the real details In this post, if anyone is hurt, offended or triggered by something I post, I apologize for the distress and ask you to please block me, and not report me. I have no intent to harm or offend with this blog, just self expression :]. Thank you for your understanding everyone <3

Now, getting into the actual introduction about me, I would just like to say most of my posts will be in chat font, as to keep it uniform from here on out.

Baseline Facts

If you want to refer to me personally, my name is Ginger and I am okay with being referred to by name.

I’m a Female, She/Her Pronouns

I’m 17, and I’m a Gemini (♊︎)

I’m kind of a mutt, a mix of a whole slew of things but I’m mainly Romanian 🇷🇴

I’m currently living in NYC

This one is more of a fun fact than a baseline, but I’m 5’7 (170.18 CM)

Fun facts about me

I’m a writer, I mostly write poetry and short stories or rambles lol

I paint, and I’m absolutely terrible at drawing and digital art and there’s a special place of hatred in my heart for ceramics </3

I can speak French, and I’m still learning it!

I like singing and I’m not great at it but yk

I like fashion and want to be a fashion journalist of some sort!

[(TW)] I definitely struggle with ED’S, and it kind of bounces back and forth between a BED and an RED, so I may post about that at some point but if I do it’ll be rare and few and far between.

I like art and photography, especially surrealist or just pieces that take artistic liberties <3

I absolutely adore cats, I have one and she’s the most beautiful creature alive ᓚᘏᗢ

I do run a French blog under the same handle, if you would prefer to switch over there <3

I love music, I’m definitely a music girl, I really like Alexandra Savior she’s pretty good.

This is an active blog, I do respond to all and open to questions, critiques and advice. If I post something that is yours, you can request to have it taken down or have it accredited to you.

That’s it for now I think my pretty petals! I will update this card if anything changes, and potentially add as time goes on. Bye <3 :)

- gingiesnaps

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I've had my time to sit with Gasoline as a whole and put my production cap on so here are my two biggest thoughts: My only gripes with Gasoline as a single is the fucking midi horns, Key deserved real full on spectacular brass!!!!! And that bridge could've been extended just a liiiil bit more but it's not too much or really even that much of a damper as it is. And my only gripe with Gasoline as a full album is that sometimes the musical tension in certain songs feels off, like the build ups and release feels stunted or even missing in some places that take a song that could be a full on 10 to a solid 8. For example, Proud feels like it ends on only half an unfishined phrase instead of finishing out a whole one and it being the final track makes it extra weird to my brain. Bound as well, there is slow building tension that simmers marvelously but theres a lack of release; the chorus does give a sense of rising rension but it doesn't hit high enough for release as a listener. I do very much love both those tracks though and in Bounds case I think it's a lil in theme with the title so I dont take too much gripe with it lol

I also think it helps to remember if you got attached to those heavy synthwave/retrowave sounds in Bad Love you need to hang that up at the door before you walk in. Yes that EP is a master work of how to properly utilize the retrowave sound and craze but it had its time and you can enjoy it whenever you want after you give Gasoline its space. Gasoline has a more dance/electro pop feel that's still very much retro, it feels like a love letter to those dance pop sounds of the mid to late 2000's that were very much descent of things from club cultures. It's not about that big atmospheric synth heavy sound anymore, and I frankly like that he made that move because Key is making it very clear he is an artist and as an artist he wants and will expect the liberty to play around and use a variety of sound as his pallet and listeners should definitely respect that.

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A non-OP fan’s (slashy/romantic)take on Buggy and Shanks’ relationship

Disclaimer: I’m not a One Piece fan by any stretch so I don’t follow the manga or anime but I’ve seen clips of it here and there on the internet, and got intrigued by the one and only Buggy and his relationship with Shanks. I’ve been thinking a lot about them recently and reading a lot of fics/reddit theories so here’s my take. I’ll most definitely miss stuff so actual fans please jump in and correct me/add things!

Warning: My interpretation is that there is some romantic undertones to their relationship. If you don’t agree with this please don’t read! Thanks :D

1. Shanks and Buggy grew up together on the same ship. Some have suggested that they were only 1 when they were picked up by Roger’s crew, although the youngest we’ve seen them tgt was when they were 9 years old. Regardless, they probably didn’t have much of a chance to form long lasting friendships with other children outside the ship, so their peer group consisted only of each other, and that’s crazy. 

2. I feel like these circumstances would’ve led to a form of closeness that supersedes modern friendship. Some have described their bond as a brotherhood, and many have stated that they love each other.

3. However, I feel like brotherly love doesn’t fully explain their dynamic(in the anime version of their Marineford reunion). While it explains why Shanks took care of Buggy when on the Oro Jackson despite their squabbles, why he invited Buggy to go with him after Roger’s execution, and why he seemed quite happy to see Buggy at Marineford aged 39, it doesn’t quite explain why his first instinct there was to make a fool of Buggy, only to brush it off as a whim afterwards. And it most certainly doesn’t explain the most SUS thing about that interaction, which was Shanks’ facial expression and tone of voice. There’s just something very sus about that in particular because it doesn’t feel brotherly, but more like flirtatious teasing??? which Buggy is totally confused by btw.

4. I watched the Japanese version of their reunion. During most of it one of Shanks’ eyebrows was slightly raised in a sort of mischievous way, and just before he walks off he says ‘I know, so don’t be angry.’ in a tone that’s borderline flirtatious???? Does Shanks know that he can placate Buggy with flirtatious teasing?? In that case I wouldn’t call this brotherly love anymore. Does that mean he’s done that in the past and it’s worked???????

5. Perhaps these are artistic liberties that the animators and voice actors have taken, but I assume this is also approved by Oda? Maybe this is a trap for yaoi fangirls and I’ve fallen into it lmao I am not sure how this works - someone more well versed in the mechanics of this please chip in :D In any case, we’ll see where this takes us:

6. There’s 2 things to address here: the trickery, and the borderline playful flirting that happened towards the end. Firstly, the trickery: there’s a power dynamic here and Shanks is the one on top. He’s thinking about how to stop the war, Luffy, and probably other bigger things. When he sees Buggy he probably felt a lot of things then but because of the circumstance, he decides to use him as a way to get something done. 

7. It was a funny interaction, and I’m going to over-analyse it. When Buggy refused to help Shanks with the strawhat, it’s interesting that the latter decided to trick him with the false promise of a treasure map, rather than to just say sth along the lines of ‘why not help for old times’ sake’ etc. Perhaps he thinks that Buggy would be too prideful to be swayed by those types of arguments. But perhaps this is where Shanks miscalculated, and why Buggy was so offended lol just a while ago Buggy had helped Luffy because he had been touched by his innocence and resemblance to young Shanks, and here Shanks is basically saying that even after all these years he still thinks Buggy is below matters of the heart. 

8. Shanks probably also thinks he can trick Buggy into doing things for him without incurring any real consequence. It’s almost like the ‘I’m just going to say this first and then deal with his reaction later’ type mentality. Let’s face it, what can Buggy do? Fighting is out of the question: the disparity in their power levels seems too large for this to be a concern for Shanks, and Buggy is highly averse to fighting battles that he knows he can’t win. Cutting ties? Well, that’s been done: Buggy rejected Shanks’ offer to join his crew years ago, and they haven’t really met since, so the worst has already happened. Shanks has had years to get over that.

9. Perhaps over time Shanks has become more focused than his easy smiles let on. Ironically, Buggy was the one to criticise Shanks for being soft hearted when they were younger, but ultimately it is Buggy who tears up at the sight of Luffy’s innocence and decides to fight alongside him in Impel Down, and it is him that calls out Shanks’ name in the middle of the battlefield, seemingly without a care for their surroundings or consequences, just to be taken advantage of by the other.

10. Some may say I’m making Shanks sound a bit evil, and that perhaps all of this happened subconsciously. Maybe the sentiment behind tricking Buggy is half a funny way to greet his old comrade, and half a sign that he still remembers a lot about him and on top of that trusts him with his hat.

11. While I agree with the fact that Shanks basically does not have any true malice towards Buggy, I can’t ignore the power dynamic between them. The trickery was funny only to Shanks, not to Buggy, but I think this dynamic fits perfectly with Shanks’ role as the Emperor and Buggy’s as the Clown.  

12. Alas, Emperors maintain an indestructible reputation, and Clowns make themselves look bad for laughs. So mb Buggy is just fulfilling that role for Shanks in the story. After all, Shanks is portrayed as a flawless man: he is selfless, ambitious, righteous, protects the weak, stops wars and has never lost a battle in his life. On the other hand, Buggy is portrayed in the complete opposite manner: he is self-serving, duplicitous, scummy, money-loving and lazy. 

13. It’s kind of sad that Buggy was basically born into(afaik his nose is natural) this role though and is forced to make the most out of it.

14. Secondly, the playful flirtatiousness(I keep using this word because I feel like that’s the vibe he gave off at the end of one of the clips I saw lmao): Shanks is not really treating Buggy as an adult in his own right, but acts as if Buggy is a child(or capricious lover??) that has to be coaxed into doing the right thing. That’s also borderline disrespectful, but it could just be a matter of them having been apart for such a long time that Shanks automatically defaulted to their old, childish ways because he hadn’t really had the chance to get to know Buggy as an adult.

15. But then this begs the question of what exactly is the nature of their relationship? Brotherly love doesn’t fit with the flirting, so perhaps it’s a different kind of love? Some possible reasons for why Shanks would ever be flirtatious could be 1. there’s some romantic elements to their relationship in the past that he’s taking advantage of now e.g. maybe Buggy was attracted to him and he is taking advantage of it? or 2. it’s a new thing he’s trying because he thinks it’s funny and Buggy would be too confused to keep retorting so it’s a fun way to end the conversation and at the same time to plant a seed in the clown that might make him follow Shanks later? (Buggy did immediately think about doing that lololol) Is this Shanks’ way of getting Buggy to come back to him lmao without explicitly asking loooool 

16. Judging by Buggy’s reaction it seems like number 2 is more likely but this is all anime-only afaik

17. All in all, I feel like Buggy is a special person to Shanks and vice versa, and even though Buggy is just one element of a much bigger picture for Shanks (whereas for Buggy, Shanks seems to have a much bigger presence in his mind), the fact that they spent their childhood only having each other as peers enabled them to form a deep mutual trust and closeness that didn’t seem to have dampened after twenty odd years of separation.

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the sheriff - knj | m

↳ summary- you’ve always had a soft spot for Kim Namjoon, the local sheriff.  seems like he’s had one for you, too.

↳ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

↳ pairing- kim namjoon x reader

↳ word count- 6.8k (THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A DRABBLE I...)

↳ genre- smut, fluff

↳ warnings- penetrative sex, oral sex (m/f receiving), cowboy dirty talk, unprotected sex, aftercare, namjoon is a whole gentleman, we love to see it, period-typical gender roles, sex in a saloon, severe overuse of the word Darlin, artistic liberties on language used in the old west lol

↳ a/n- hello! welcome to my first (not so) drabble for Bangtan Rodeo!  this was requested by my angel dani @minloop​ who requested “ Howdy partner, Namjoon + saloon + sheriff 🤠” i hope you enjoy it love!  thank you to my soulmate @mindays​ for the amazing banner omg i c ry every time i look at it.  and thank you to @hobiance​ for making up this fun game, and for @mindays​ for beta-reading it!!  i also wanna shoutout my crew @ladyartemesia​ @xjoonchildx​ @taetaewonderland​ @kookiesjoonies​ who i would never write again if it werent for their constant hype.  I LOVE YOU ALLLLLL. 

What had started out as a pleasant ride through town on your father’s horse, Bang, turned into an absolute nightmare.

The horse had gotten spooked by some unknown creature, and reared up high, before taking off at a break-neck pace. Your screams were drowned out by the thunderous beat of the stallion’s hooves and the wind rushing by as the horse ran erratically out of the town and into the wilderness.

“Help!” You screamed, hoping someone would hear you. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you clung to the reins, skirt billowing behind you.

Bang the horse reared up again in a clearing, and this time it was no match for your delicate strength. You slid off the horse and landed hard on your back with an ‘oof’ before your vision went black.

“Hey, you hear me? Little lady?”

The voice wakes you, and you blink a few times. Sitting up, you wince at the stabbing pain that radiates through your body and hiss.

“Hey now, be careful,” the gentle voice speaks again. “Don’t get up too fast. Here, lay back down.”

Something soft touches the back of your head and you realize the kind stranger must have balled up some clothing for you to rest on.

The sun is still high in the sky and your vision is slowly coming back to normal, when you focus on the face of your savior—before nearly passing out again.

It’s the town Sheriff, Kim Namjoon. The very man you’ve harbored a secret crush on for years.  

You’ve watched him become a deputy and work his way up the ranks. He was a gentleman, and the bravest man in town. He battled some of the fiercest bank robbers and thieves in the county and always came back victorious. He was prime husband material.

That is, if you had ever spoken a more than a single word to him.

He’d work for your father on your ranch often, helping with mending fences or shoeing horses. He’d sit at your dinner table and graciously eat the soup, dumplings and pie you’d make special for him and thank you with a tip of his hat—then be off, back to saving the town, before you could even build up the courage to tell him ‘good evening’.

“How you feelin’?” He asks tenderly, cupping your cheek and pushing your mused hair behind your ear as best as he could.

It’s hard to speak—equal parts in pain from the fall and stunned from the beautiful man staring you down.

“H-hurts,” you whisper, licking your lips.

Namjoon’s eyes follow where your tongue trails over your chapped lips and swallows hard.

“I bet. You took quite the fall there.”

You close your eyes, remembering the terrifying moment you fell off. The horse had been so frightened, so ablaze...

Suddenly, you remember your father’s prize stallion. He had likely run off while you laid unconscious in the dirt.

“Oh, no!” Your eyes fly open. “Bang!”  You try to sit up, but Namjoon shushes you and gently guides you back down.

“He’s all right, miss.  He’s eating an apple, as happy as can be.”

“Oh, praise the lord,” you sigh. “Papa would tan my hide.”

Namjoon chuckles and nods.  

“Brave of you to take that beast out for a ride. You think you can sit up?”

You nod, and with his strong, gorgeous hands assisting you, you sit up straight.

He offers you the waterskin in his hands. “Here, have some water. You’ll need it for that headache.”  

“What headache—owww,” you groan as the sudden pounding in your head echoes the pounding of the horses’ hooves galloping out of town. Namjoon chuckles and pats down your hair—picking out dirt and leaves.

“Once you feel back to sorts, I’ll wrangle Bang up to my horse so you can ride with me, and I’ll take you home.”

The water from the skin is cool and you sigh as it coats your dry throat, eyes closing in bliss.  Namjoon keeps his eyes on you for a moment, watching the way you drink.  He nearly groans as a bit falls from your lips, trails your neck and down onto your pretty chest. It slips past your clothes, where his eyes can no longer follow it, and he shakes himself back to propriety.  

“Thank you,” you speak as you swallow the water and hand back the skin. “I needed that.”

Namjoon nods solemnly, tucking the skin back to his holster belt before standing up.

“You stay there and rest while I get Bang tied up, alright?”

You’re hopeless to deny any request from the handsome sheriff, and you’re nodding your assent before you try to fight back on feeling better.

Instead, you watch as the tall man stands and strides over to Bang, cooing gently at the enormous beast and patting his nose for a moment to calm any lingering nerves the horse may have.

Your mind wanders and you suddenly envision a future with the sheriff—watching him tend to your horses while you cook dinner and mind the children. You imagine him herding you into your bedroom and pushing you deep into your featherbed, dripping cock aching to slide into your warmth as he whispers how much he loves you into your ear.

You’re only snapped out of your fantasy when the man of your dreams approaches once more, a bridled horse at his side as he slips the reins through his own horse’s saddle to guide him back to town.

“You all right there, little lady? You looked a little dazed.”

Your cheeks heat and you nod, quickly trying to dispel the embarrassment.

He sticks his hand out and you watch as your small hand fits in perfectly to his grip, and he tugs you up with ease; the momentum of the pull has you being pulled directly into his chest.

“T-thank you,” you murmur breathlessly. The sheriff stares down at you, eyes fixed on your own before they glance at your lips as if it’s his last wish to press his own there.

He’s silent for a moment as he holds you against his chest, then rights himself and backs away.

“You’re welcome, ma’am. Glad to help.”

Namjoon lifts you onto his own horse and your heart stutters at the feel of his hands gripping your waist. It’s warm where he touches and you wonder what his hands would feel like touching you everywhere. You imagine his hands would feel like a dying campfire on your bare skin, deceivingly scorching hot.

He saddles up behind you and wraps his arms around you, gripping the reins as he clicks his tongue at his horse to start a slow trot back towards town.

The gentle trot of the horse makes your chest heave and fall, bouncing with each step the horse takes. Namjoon glances down and can see the way your breasts jiggle and bites his tongue.  You look enchanting—dirty skirt and ripped blouse from the fall. Namjoon only wishes he had been the one to dirty you and rip your clothes. His cock hardens against his will and he prays to god you don’t feel his arousal poking you in the back and prays he can get you to town before you realize and slap him into the next county.

And you definitely notice.

Your cheeks heat to hotter than the summer sun and you swallow hard to dispel some ache in your chest. Your core suddenly feels desperate for attention and you can almost imagine the way his hands would feel rubbing at your needy clit, whispering filth into your ear as he coaxed orgasm after sobbing orgasm from within you.

“Are you goin’ to the square dance tomorrow night?” Namjoon suddenly asks you, attempting to distract himself away from his rising cock.

In the chaos of your frightful ride out of town, and the bliss of being pressed up against the handsome sheriff, you had forgotten all about the annual square dance held at the town saloon.  Drinks, dancing, and fiddlin’ festivities were always bound to happen.

“Oh, it must have slipped my mind,” you say. “But, I suppose I could get Papa out of the house.  He has an eye on that new schoolteacher.”

Namjoon laughs, and it warms your heart. He’s taken special care of your father as much as you have ever since your mother died years ago.

“I think she has her eye on him, too.”

You hum, deep in thought of your lonely father, and Namjoon squeezes your hip with his free hand.

“Well, I hope to see you there.”

The blush returns right as Namjoon’s horse strides up to your homestead. Your father must have seen you coming and runs out of the house and down the steps to collect you.

“Oh, thank the good lord!” He breathes as he pulls you into his chest. You smile and return your father's warm embrace, suddenly feeling comforted.

“Sheriff Kim, I owe you a lifetime for rescuing my little girl.”

Namjoon smiles at you and winks, before looking back at your father and pulling his hat off tenderly.

“Just doing my duty, sir.”

Something twinges in your heart, as you’re reminded Namjoon saved you out of dedication to the badge than any memorable feelings towards you.

“Plus,” he continues. “It’s already a reward when the little lady is as pretty as this one.”

There’s that stupid blush again. Your father claps Namjoon on the shoulder and then brings the sheriff in for a hug, with a cheerful laugh.

“Now, you best be careful how you speak, son. I can’t threaten the sheriff with my .22 when he’s courtin’ my daughter.”  His demeanor radiates his joking manner with Namjoon, but the sheriff’s eyes still widen like he’s a teenager again.

Your cheeks, already pink, flame red with embarrassment.  

“Papa!” You admonish. “Leave Namjoon alone! He didn’t mean nothin’ by it!”

Namjoon’s smile fades back to a solemn and stoic look as he unhooks the stallion still attached to his own.

“Here you go,” he murmurs as he hands the reins to your father. “He’s just fine, too.”

Papa nods, and Namjoon replaces his hat and bows his head in acknowledgment.

“Good evening, sir,” he motions to your father. “And to you, miss. I reckon I’ll see you at the dance tomorrow.”

You nod, licking your lips again without knowing it. Namjoon begs his cock to behave, especially in front of your father.

“Thank you, Sheriff. And I reckon you will.”

He saddles up, and rides off into the sunset. Your eyes remain on his disappearing silhouette and your father fondly flicks your ear.

“That fellow likes you,” he nods at the retreating man. “And you just had to hold a candle for the goddamn sheriff.”

He ‘tsks’ jokingly, before slinging his arm around your shoulder and guiding you up towards the house.

“How the hell am I supposed to scare a boy off my daughter when he’s got more guns than me!”

You snort under your breath and lean into your father's hold.  

“Oh, Papa.”

You can hear the music pouring from the saloon the moment you walk up. Papa stands next to you outside and anxiously fixes his hair.

“You think Ms. Lainey will be here tonight?” He asks.  He tries not to look worried, but you can read him like a book.

Your hands smooth out his crisp, dress shirt and adjust his handsome bowtie.

“Yes, Papa. I reckon she will, lookin’ prettier than a sunflower.”

His eyes lock on yours, full of gentle emotion that you haven’t seen since your mother passed.

“You think this is fine?”

He looks concerned—worries he’s perhaps moving on too soon from your mother when she’s been gone and buried for years now. You can’t help but feel a bullet through your heart for the older man. He raised you to an adult, tended to an entire ranch, and maintained his sanity in the depths of his depression.

“Yes, Papa,” you soothe. “Mama would want you to be happy. I think Ms. Lainey is the perfect person to help you with that. Plus, I hear she makes a killer cornbread.”

Papa smiles and pinches your cheek gently.

“You’re just like your Mama,” he muses with a fond smile. “A smart ass. But a beautiful one.”

“Papa!”

“Hey,” he grins as he holds up his hands in surrender. “I’m not a liar. Now, let’s go in there and find that handsome sheriff, shall we?”

“Papa, please. Don’t embarrass me!”

“Well, too damn bad. That’s my job as your father.”

He pushes past you and through the swinging doors of the saloon.

Damn that old man.

Namjoon spies you the second you walk into the wooden saloon. You look like a princess, if he’s ever seen one.

Your blue dress hugs your curves just right and sweeps to the floor. It looks soft and Namjoon wonders what it would feel like under his fingertips. Tender, gentle, just like you.

He sets his bottle of beer down—he’s been nursing it for half an hour now, unwilling to get drunk or even tipsy tonight. Not out of some sense of duty—he had plenty of deputies around to keep the peace, but out of hope that you would come. He didn’t want to be drunk around you.  

He watches as you whisper into your father’s ear and gesture towards one corner of the room.  Namjoon tracks your gaze and sees you’re both looking at the new schoolteacher, Ms. Lainey who wears a pink blush that matches her pretty, pink dress. Your father kisses your cheek softly, before leaving your side and making his way towards the teacher.

Namjoon shoves the barely touched bottle of beer towards the barkeep, Jungkook.

“The hell you want me to do with it?” He asks incredulously to the sheriff.

Namjoon sends a look to his longtime friend.

“Fuck if I care, Kook. I’m busy!”

Jungkook grumbles under his breath as Namjoon turns away.

He weaves through the crowd towards you, keeping you locked in his vision. He hopes to keep you all to himself tonight, especially with you looking as ravaging as you do in that gown.

He nearly makes it to you when Jackson Wang slides in and wraps an arm around your waist.  He can see your face fall when you realize who it is. Jackson is your ex-boyfriend, and a shitty one at that.

“Come on, pretty baby,” he attempts to woo. “Let me have just one dance.”

“I said I’m not interested, Jackson.”

“Oh, I know you said that, but I don’t think you meant it.”

Namjoon clears his throat from where he stands behind you. You both turn in surprise towards the officer.

“I think the lady said what she meant.”

Jackson narrows his eyes at Namjoon and grips you tighter.

“And who the hell do you think you are!”

Namjoon opens the coat of his suit, giving Jackson an eye-full of the loaded revolver clipped to his side.

Jackson seems to get the picture and shoves you off him—Namjoon is quick to steady your uneven gait from the assault.

Namjoon whistles for Jimin, his deputy, and instructs the eager young officer to escort Jackson off the premises.

“You’re lucky I’m not having him take you to the Big House tonight.”

Jackson rolls his eyes and spits on the floor at your feet.

“Fuck you, Sheriff.”

Jimin shoves Jackson out the door and follows him out to ensure the man stays well-away from the dance tonight.

Your eyes are downcast when Namjoon returns his glance at you.

“I’m so sorry,” you murmur. “I didn’t mean to cause a scene.”

The sheriff hushes you and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, just as he did before when he found you lying on the ground.

“Now, now,” he whispers as he steps closer. “I don’t want to hear none of that talk. You didn’t do nothin’.”

He slips a finger under your chin and brings your face to peer at his own. The violins change their tune from carefree to a soft ballad.

“Care to dance?” He offers.

You smile and nod after a beat of silence, taking his proffered hand and slipping your other to hold on to his firm shoulder. He looks handsome in his suit, much different from the Wranglers he wears to work. This suit is cream, and feels like fine silk under your fingertips. You wonder if he ordered it from the general store or if he rode his horse to the big city for it. It fits him like a glove and you silently thank the town tailor for his work, allowing you a tease of the man’s brilliant muscles and toned body under his clothing.

Namjoon’s hand slides around your waist—attempting to remain as proper as he can. He doesn’t want to give the town anything to gossip about, but the way your dress and waist feel underneath his palm make him nearly forget all his manners. His mother would kill him if she saw the way he continued to press in close to the woman, hoping to feel her bountiful chest press against his own.

“I’m glad you came,” Namjoon breathes as your feet move in time with his. “I was worried you weren’t gonna show.”

Your cheeks tickle a rosy hue, and Namjoon nearly melts.

“I’m sure you would have found another lucky lady to dance with.”

Namjoon hums as he spins you around, grip tightening on your waist.

“Maybe so,” he agrees. “But they wouldn’t be the girl I was hopin’ to dance with.”

Your throat feels tight.

“And who might that be?”

“The girl I’m dancing with right now.”

Something within you burns like a roaring flame, and you push forward to press your lips to his own. It stuns Namjoon; he doesn’t move until his brain finally catches up and he’s kissing you in return, deep and passionate. He pulls his hand out of yours to wrap around your waist completely, bringing you up to his chest as his tongue prods for entrance at your mouth.

You eagerly accept him, allowing his tongue purchase in the hot cavern of your lips, and you whine needily against him as you feel a bulge grow between his legs.

“Sheriff,” you whisper, pulling away from his lips.

“Namjoon,” he breathes desperately. “Please, call me Namjoon.”

“Okay, Namjoon.” He smiles and dives in to kiss you again when you pull away.

“Please, Namjoon, can we go somewhere else? Papa’s here…”

Your cheeks are red-hot and Namjoon chuckles, glancing around. Your father is busy enough as it is, dancing with the schoolteacher but he nods.

He grabs your hand and tugs you towards the bar, getting Jungkook’s attention.

“You back for that beer?” He asks with a grunt.

“Nah, gimme the key to a room upstairs.”

Jungkook eyes you standing behind the sheriff, bashful.

“Can’t even wait to get her home, now? Ain’t that the rancher’s daughter? He’s right over there! You’re really going to--”

“Jungkook!  The key, please!”

The barkeep rolls his eyes as he digs under the countertop for a large skeleton key and slides it to Namjoon.

“Down the hallway, first door on the left. The presidential suite.”

He winks at the sheriff who rolls his eyes and drags you up the stairs. You pray to any god listening that your father remains distracted with the schoolteacher.

Namjoon unlocks the door and allows you to enter first, giving you a chance to glance around the spacious room. There’s a copper bathtub, a fireplace, and a large feather-bed that looks divine.

“Wow,” you whisper. “Never been in a saloon bedroom before.”

Namjoon chuckles as he sets the heavy key on the dresser, loosening his tie.

Suddenly, you’re nervous. The implications of being here have your hands trembling and body feeling flustered. You’re not the kind of girl who fools around, nor are you the kind to simply open her legs for the first handsome officer who looks her way. You hadn’t even gone all the way with Jackson when you were with him. Now that it’s happening, you wonder if you’ve gotten far too ahead of yourself.

Namjoon notices the look on your face and crosses the floor easily to cup your face between his palms.

“Hey now, why the long face?”

Your eyes peer into his, shame washing over you. You want so badly to lie with the man in bed, in every sense, but you’re terrified.

“I’ve…” you swallow hard. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

The sheriff smiles and rubs under your eyes with the pad of his thumb. It’s comforting and having him this close to you makes your body feel like you’re close to the hearth of a fireplace.  Warm, soothed.

“And you don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do, little lady. Thought we should just get out of the crowd.”

Your heart feels like it may just beat out of your chest completely. Namjoon is holding you, staring at you like you’re a treasure.  

“I want you, Namjoon. I’ve wanted you my whole damn life.”

Namjoon brings his face right up to yours, lips a mere breath away.

“And I want you.”

You close the space between your lips, finally re-acquainting yourself with his taste and the feel of his plushy mouth against yours. He tastes like hops and sweet mint. Your hands slide down to claw at his sides, gripping the fabric of his coat jacket in your balled-up hands.  

The kiss doesn’t remain chaste for long. You’re soon pushing off his coat, tugging down his suspenders and unbuckling his pants.

“Easy there,” he whispers as your hand tugs at his boxers. “We have all night.”

Inhaling through your nose, you nod. He’s right. There’s no reason to rush into this.  

“Plus,” he adds. “It’s not very fair that I’m nearly stark naked and you’re still in this pretty little number.”

Namjoon kneels down, thick fingers untying the laces of your heeled boot, and holding your ankles stable as he slips them off your feet.

He kisses your soft ankles, presses his lips to your shins and calves as if he’s worshiping you.  He thinks this is better than Sunday service, anyway.

The sheriff stands back up and his fingers move around to the back of your dress, easily finding the zipper and tugging down ever-so-softly. The fabric comes off your shoulders without issue, and soon pools at your bare feet. His eyes are soft as they travel over your body, left in only your silk panties and brassiere.

“There.” He whispers it like a prayer. “You’re so beautiful.”

The tone of his voice makes your body feel like it’s blazing—like the fire of whiskey as it pours down your throat. It burns, but it warms every single inch of you from the inside out.

“Namjoon, I don’t just want you for one night.”

Your anxieties pour out of your mouth with little thought. You wish you could hold back, just enjoy the moment. Your stomach twists and turns as he unbuttons the dress shirt and keeps his eyes locked on yours.

“That’s good,” he nods. “Because I don’t want you for one night, neither.”

Your hands slip onto his bare stomach, pushing the sleeves of his shirt off. His skin is hot, and firm. He feels like a dream. The shirt comes off easily and you gape at the artwork that is his chiseled chest.

“Oh my,” you gasp. Namjoon preens, enjoying your shameless gaze.

“All of this is for you,” he murmurs gently, watching the heated stare pull from his pecs to his eyes.

“M-me?”

He nods again and fingers the strap of your bra.

“I want you to be my girl,” he says. “I want to come home from a hard day and see my lovely little wife in our home. I’ll even get you a horse.”

You can’t help the smile that crosses your face.

“One that won’t buck me off in the middle of nowhere?”

He nods, slipping the strap down your shoulder.

“And if he does, your strong and handsome husband will be there to rescue you, every time.”

Your tongue soothes over your kiss-swollen lips as you listen to him and allow him to slowly remove your remaining articles of clothing. The bra straps fall off your arms easily and you let him work his hands around your back to undo the clasp.

“I want to make love to you every night,” he breathes. “Maybe get you nice and pregnant with my child.”

Your bra falls to the floor and his warm hands rub at your stomach, where a swell could be.

“Would you still help Papa?” You ask, hazy and dreamily.

“Every day, darlin’. I’d be the best son-in-law. Give him grandbabies to spoil rotten.”

He doesn’t say anymore—he couldn’t if he tried. Your lips are smashing against his and you’re pressing your soft, bare breasts to his firm chest and his mind is actively shutting down. All he can think of is you, your body, your hands, your mouth, and most of all, that sweet cunt. It’s still hidden behind a layer of silk, but he knows it will be the dreamiest place he’ll ever be, and one he doesn’t intend to leave often.

“Will you take me home tonight? To your home?” Your eyes are hopeful as you pull away to question him. Something about it all makes you want to make love to him all night long, in his bed. You want to wake up with him in the morning and cook together, only to get distracted and make love again on the kitchen table.

“I would love to.”

Your hands push down his pants and you’re gasping as his hard cock springs free from the slacks. It’s thick, and it slaps at his stomach once, leaving a smear of slick wetness where it hit.

“Lay down, princess,” he murmurs into your ear, tucking a piece of hair behind. It seems to be his trademark, and it sends shivers down your spine.

You obey wordlessly, laying back onto the bed and resting your head on the fluffy pillows.

Namjoon stands above you and gazes at your form, allows himself to breathe in the vision of you, nearly naked and waiting for him.

He crawls onto the bed and hovers over you, fingers trailing up your soft legs before rubbing at your clothed core. There's a patch of wetness there, and your trembling whimper tells Namjoon you’re just as eager as he is.

He settles himself in between your legs and inhales the scent of your pussy. It smells of fine silk, and of your arousal. You’re embarrassed, he can tell as your legs threaten to close, but he moves his hands to your thighs and holds them down as he licks a fat stripe up your soaked panties.

“Mmm,” he breathes. “Delicious.”

Your legs are trembling now and he flickers his eyes up to yours, gauging your reaction. Your head tips back in bliss, hands cupping your breasts.

“Do you like that, darlin’?” He asks.

Your head tips back down to stare at him, heat shining in your shimmery orbs.

“Is this okay?”  He wants to know you’re just as eager as he is and has no interest in taking advantage.

You nod pathetically, legs spreading open further for him.

“I want you.”

Namjoon lets his fingers run up to the top of your panties and keeps his gaze on yours as he peels them down and off your legs.  They’re drenched, and he whines when he uses two fingers to open your lips further and expose your soaked hole.

“Shit,” he grunts, tentatively kitten licking your sensitive clit.  

It sends radiating static and shock through you. No one’s ever touched you there—no one but yourself on lonely nights with dreams of the handsome sheriff.

Namjoon catches your hitched breath, your shuddering sighs, and continues gently.  His tongue licks tiny stripes up and down your quaking clit and enjoys the way your arousal seeps out of you.  He knows you’re a virgin, knows he needs to take his time to open you up for him.  And he plans on making it an experience you never forget.

“That’s right,” he breathes as he pulls away and licks his lips.  “My girl doing so well.  You like it when I lick your pretty clit?  Does it feel good?”

You nod your agreement and open your mouth to respond, but Namjoon quickly places his lips over the sensitive nub and suckles gently.  Your words turn into a throaty scream, back arching impossibly at the sensation.  

He brings a hand up and teases your slit with a finger as he introduces you to a new world of sexual awakening.  His tongue roves over your clit as he keeps a constant vacuum seal around it with his lips.   Ever so gently, his finger prods past your folds and slips inside the wet heat of your channel.

His cock leaps at the sensation on his finger.  You’re impossibly tight and drooling with juices and Namjoon’s tongue moves from your clit to lap at the slick.   You taste so sweet.   He can’t wait to acquaint himself with every inch of your body, especially the sweet spot here between your thighs.

“Oh! Oh, God!” You scream as your tug at your nipples.  Namjoon can tell by the tightening of your channel you’re near the edge.   He slides another finger in and fucks you gently with them, spreading open your heat ever so slightly so the stretch of his cock isn’t so hard to take.  

“Cum for me, baby,” he coaxes.  “Fall apart for your sheriff.”

Your eyes squeeze shut tight, stomach flexing hard as the band within you coils tighter and tighter until it blissfully snaps and your core is pulsating around his fingers like a grip.

Namjoon groans with your pretty cries of pleasure, watching the way your cunt milks his fingers and drools juice.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers as he gently pulls his fingers from within you.  “You did so well.”

Your blush on your cheeks matches the rosy hue on your chest as you pant—attempting to bring yourself back to earth and right your breathing.

“That—, that was amazing.”

Namjoon presses one solid kiss to your thigh.

“You, my love, are amazing.”

You’re lifting yourself up on your elbows to peer down at him, whining gently for his attention.

“Will you kiss me, Namjoon?”

“I’ve got you all over my lips,” he says but you shake your head.

“Kiss me.”

Namjoon nods and crawls up your body, eagerly pressing his mouth to yours in a heated kiss.  It’s intimate, and fiery as much as it is gentle and exploratory.  Namjoon kisses you like he found the girl of his dreams—because he has.

After long, blissful minutes of rolling around in the bed with his lips attached to yours, you pull away and glance at his hardened cock.

“I’ve never,” you swallow as you allow your fingertips to graze the tip.  “I’ve never put one in my mouth before.”

Namjoon’s sensitive glaze over his eyes returns.

“You don’t have to, darlin’.”

“But I want to.  Will you let me know if I do something wrong?”

He nods once, and you adjust him to sit at the head of the bed, back against the headboard while you crawl down between his legs.

You allow yourself a few, long moments to simply stare at his length.  It’s hard, flushed with excitement, and drooling a substance from his head that makes your mouth salivate.  It has a soft, gentle curve to it you can only imagine will feel like heaven inside of you.

“You like it?”  Namjoon asks gently, without pride.  He looks sincere, like your opinion on his cock matters to him.

“I love it.”

You mouth at it gently, before opening wide to accept him in.

“C-careful, darlin’,” Namjoon warns. “It’s big—might not fit in your throat.”

Your eyes simper up at him for a moment, before you continue your plight and accept his length into your mouth.

You take it slow, torturously slow to him.  You take your time to get acquainted with the feeling of his cock filling your mouth before you continue to take more and more until all at once he’s at the back of your throat and your nose is pressed to his toned abdomen.

Namjoon whines out loud, feels his brain turn to mush and his eyes roll to the back of his skull.

“Good lord,” he whispers.  Your eyes are watering with tears and your gag reflex protests against the intrusion, so you quickly pull back out.

“Did I do okay?” You ask.

Namjoon’s cock throbs where it sits, right at the tip of your lips.

“You did fucking perfect, baby.”

It’s easy to see the pride flash across your face and you move to accept him all at once but he stops you.

“Don’t hurt yourself, doll.   You can just move your mouth on it.”  He grips the back of your head ever so gently and helps you descend, taking just enough to fill your mouth before he assists you in pulling back out.  “Mmm, yeah, like that. Hollow those cheeks—shit, you’re a natural.”

You preen and bob on his length without the guidance of his hand.   He drops his hands to push the hair from your face and as you work his cock in your mouth with surprising finesse.   A groan builds deep in his chest and he can feel his balls tighten and threaten to empty onto your pretty lips.  But, he can’t have that.

He taps your cheeks gently, forcing you to look back at him.  He nearly cums from the sight alone.  Your big, beautiful eyes staring into his soul as if he’s lasso’d the stars just for you.   Your mouth is full of his cock like it’s your home and Namjoon knows that it’s everywhere he wants you to be.

“I wanna cum inside that sweet pussy of yours, darlin’.”

You pull off with a pop, eyes widening at the sound and Namjoon thinks you look prettiest with a dusty blush across your cheeks—a color that matches the pink of your perky nipples.

“Lay down for me, baby,” he encourages, moving from the spot on the bed and allowing you to rest your pretty head on the down pillow.

He kisses over your neck and breasts sweetly, imprinting his adoration for you with each press of his lips.  He laves over your nipples gently as he situates himself between your thighs.  His hand grasps his cock and lines it up at your entrance, but doesn’t push in yet.  He allows your dripping slick to coat the head of his cock as he warms your body up with his lips.

“You’re the prettiest girl in town.  Hell, even the whole county.”

You whimper gently as he takes a nipple into his mouth and grazes it with his teeth.  

“You wanna be my girl?  You wanna be the Sheriff’s little wife?”

You nod and Namjoon peers up at you, eyes expectant for a verbal answer.

"Please” you whisper.  “I’ve been sweet on you since I first met you, years ago.”

The sheriff licks your nipples gently.

“My pretty wife,” he coos.  “You ready?”

Your legs tremble—a mixture of nerves and excitement as the man lifts himself up and kneels between your parted folds.   His cock feels thick and hot at the entrance of your heated core and you’re gasping for more.

Namjoon presses forward and takes his time as he enters you, knowing the stretch will be new for you.  He leans down to kiss your lips gently as he moves in, hoping the sweetness of the embrace will soften the sting of his cock.

It feels like heaven and hell.  The sting burns you, but it easily simmers down to a low flame of desire, of pleasure.  Namjoon licks into your mouth and you eagerly accept him, arms wrapping around his neck to bring him closer.   His tongue explores and seeks purchase—you’re loath to deny the handsome officer as you return the actions easily.

He pulls his lips away as he bottoms out inside you, panting.  He needs the stillness, himself.  Your cunt is so tight, so hot and accepting of his hard cock that he feels near the edge of his sanity already.  

“You all right, love?” He asks, eyes checking yours for any signs of trouble.  

The burn quickly ebbs away to nothing more than a slight smolder.  He fills you completely, and it feels like he’s making a home for himself within you—one you’re welcome to him constructing again and again.

“Yes,” your voice is deep and husky.  Your eyes are ablaze with a sudden passionate need for more.  “Please, show me how it’s done, cowboy.”

Namjoon needs no more—he pulls his hips back gently and thrusts back into you with ease.  You’re soaked, and the slide is tight, but slick.  He moans gently as he drops his head to your ear to kiss and lick at the sensitive skin there and to whisper his sweet nothings as he sets a pace.

“You feel like heaven,” he whispers.  “God, I’ve dreamed of the way you would feel underneath me.”

Your legs open even further to allow more of him and his pace eagerly picks up speed. The sound of skin slapping on skin soon fills the room and Namjoon continues his litany of love.

“Doin’ so good for me, baby, so fuckin’ good. You’re the perfect little wife for me. This cunt was meant for me, wasn’t it, my sweet?”

Speaking coherently is not a task you can handle now.  Namjoon’s cock is fucking into you with a depth and speed that feels like fucking paradise and all your brain can comprehend are his sweet epithets he whispers to you and the way your core burns and sizzles with need.  You can feel the tightness return in your belly, the tight coil that pulls tight, tight, tighter.  You’re nearly at the end.

“I wanna fill you up, my love.” His pace is becoming erratic, with less finesse as he charges towards his own finish line.  “Going to fuck a baby into you, darlin’.  Get you nice and full—fuuuuck, cum for me, please.  Let me feel that hot cunt cum around my cock.”

His words burn your ears with depravity, but it only forces that tight coil even further.  It pulls until it nearly steals all the breath in your lungs as it throws you over the edge.   Your walls pulse and constrict around him, making him whine out loud to match the crying whimpers of your climax.

“That’s my girl, oh god, I’m gonna cum.”

It’s all the warning you get before the hot stripes of his seed plaster your walls, coating each inch of you with a warmth that pools deep inside you.  Your whines silence as he presses his lips to yours while his cock continues to shudder within you.   He kisses you hard, deeper than you’ve ever been kissed before and you hold him so close to you, you fear you may never separate again.  Not that it would be a bad thing.

“Shit,” Namjoon sighs as he finally feels his climax subside.   His cock finishes its weak pulses, and he gently pulls out of your spent hole, watching his seed drool out of you.  

“Mm, I think your little pussy needs to look like this every single night, don’t you?”

You peer down, leaning up on your elbows to watch as his white cum dribbles out of you and onto the feather bed.

“Yes, Sheriff.”  Your smile is coy and sweet, a hint of humor in your worn out voice.

He scurries to the bathroom to get a warm, wet flannel and returns to your legs to clean you carefully.  Your heart feels like it may burst. He cares for you so sweetly, wants you comfortable—wants you to feel loved.

“Take me home, cowboy,” you whisper as he presses his lips to your legs after he finishes cleaning you.  

Namjoon assists you in dressing, kisses all over your bare skin as he laces you back into your dress. You both can’t stop staring at each other, eyes filled with promise and a future full of each other and no one else.

He guides you down the stairs, back towards the dance and you try to fight the blush that blooms on your cheeks.  You’re sure your mused hair tells everyone in the room what you got up to upstairs, and you pray your father has left early.

Namjoon slides the key back to Jungkook once they reach the bar, his other hand tightly laced with your own.  Jungkook gives you both a look, then smirks.

“Your Papa asked your whereabouts,” he muses as he dries a glass with a rag.

His smirk grows wider.

“Told him you were shining the Sheriff's gun. Looks like I was right.”

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