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thehighladywrites · 4 months

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— “ me? jealous? of course I am…”

☀︎- pairing: Professor Eris x reader, part 2

☀︎- summary: Your secret relationship with Eris is going excellent, until Professor Jensen steps in and tries to flirt with him. Of course, you go ahead and flirt with your classmate as revenge. What do you do when you’re then caught by the same professor as youre bent over Eris’s desk, getting railed?

☀︎- warnings: smut, jealousy on both sides, getting caught, reader being called whore, public sex, PROTECTIVE READER, professor Rhysand is mentioned👀, Feyre being an amazing friend that helps reader scheme, blackmail, Eris realizing he is in love with reader, fluff, taboo relationships, both are obviously old enough.

☀︎- amara��s note: I loved writing this, reader is literally so hot in this omg, also this isn’t my best work but i really liked it anyways!! if u see any typos, your eyes are deceiving you🤷🏽‍♀️

Part 1

Hmm…

Black miniskirt with a white top or the beige pants with a knit sweater?

Surrounded by clothes, scattered across your dorm, you found yourself stuck between two outfit choices. Both looked good, but as you considered where you'd be wearing them, a mischievous smile crossed your face. Opting for an even shorter skirt, you couldn't help but anticipate the classes ahead.

After the confrontation with Professor Eris, you began meeting in secret, kissing between classes, fucking in locked closets, having lowkey meetings at his house. You exchanged numbers and found yourselves frequently texting too.

Well, sext is more like it.

The exchange of messages, if discovered, held the potential to lead to catastrophic consequences. The risk heightened the thrill and danger of the secret relationship, creating a clandestine affair between you.

There had been nudes and videos, audios and links. There had been some blush inducing texting, his words always sparking something in you. Eris was a true charmer, skillfully making you feel exactly what he wrote with a magnetic touch in his messages.

Dressing swiftly and slipping on your shoes, you and Feyre head to class. The only class you shared alone with him was Advanced Literature, but you also had Philosophy together, with Feyre joining in as well.

“You're glowing, Y/N. Any particular reason?” you heard the playful tone in her voice, suspecting that she must have some inkling about someone special in your life.

Shit, you had to be more careful. Feyre was vicious when it came to solving things, and she was one of the most intelligent people you knew. If you told her about Eris, you knew she'd keep it a secret, especially since she always raved about Professor Rhysand in International Relations. She might be a little weirded out, but she wouldn't judge.

“Okay, fine, I'm seeing someone, but you can't tell anyone, promise me. He's very, um, shy and he doesn't like to be around people. Maybe I'll introduce you guys to him sometime in the future, but it's still so new,” you confessed with a half truth, hoping Feyre didn’t see through your bullshit.

Feyre looked at you curiously from the side of her eye and nodded, promising that she'd never tell anyone.

“Is he at least good to you? I mean, he must be. I've never seen you like this before. You're happier than ever. Just please tell me it's not Ilias. He doesn't deserve you, and he never will,” she expressed, concern and sincerity in her voice as she grabbed your hand.

Squeezing her hand back, you assured her that it was over between you and your ex for good this time.

“I promise, Fey. It's over with him. I actually can't believe I went back to him so many times. I literally saw him yesterday in the cafeteria, and I nearly threw up; he was icking me out. Let’s just say that the guy I'm seeing is a bit older, he's really hot, and he makes me feel super good, if you know what I mean.”

You wiggled your brows, and Feyre threw her head back, laughing at your suggestiveness. You kept holding each other's hands until you got to class, finding comfort in your friend.

——

You insisted on sitting at the front, ensuring a clear view of your little secret. The desks were the perfect height, and when he sat at his own desk, he'd have an unobstructed view of your skirt. Just the thought pulled a sly smile from your lips.

The big doors opened up with a thud, and his steps resonated throughout the entire lecture hall. You looked at him and immediately had to look away before a blush crept up on your face. Eris was wearing black, sleek slacks that hugged his thighs and a crisp white shirt, showing his bulging arms. His shoulders looked so fucking massive,he looked so good it nearly made you drool.

He sneaked a glance in your direction before his eyes dropped to your skirt. He huffed a small, subtle smile and looked away.

———

Every time your eyes met, your stomach turned molten, and your thighs clenched. One look from him, and you'd honestly do anything he wanted. Throughout the entire class, you simply scribbled, pretending to hear a word he said. It felt like your whole body vibrated everytime he asked you a question, finding reasons to keep eye contact without anyone raising any alarms.

However, your little dreamy bubble was burst when another professor came in, her heels clicking against the floor in an uneven manner.

Your stomach sank as she got closer and closer to Eris. Your pen eventually snapped from the force of your grip when she put her grubby little fingers all over his arm, fluttering her eyelashes at him as she smiled and pressed her boobs against him.

But what really pissed you off was that he smiled at her.

It felt like someone was sitting on your chest, making your teeth clench. You were seething inside, angry that someone dared to touch him like this. Even though you had been sneaking around for just over two months, you had grown a bit possessive over him and really didn’t like it when other people got so close.

A pout crept onto your face as you looked around, noticing that no one paid much attention to them. Your fellow classmates took the opportunity to chat, oblivious to the storm brewing within you.

Feyre couldn't help but notice the visible change in your demeanor as your eyes burred into Eris.

The pout on your face, the tension in your shoulders – it all screamed discomfort. With a keen eye, she observed the unwarranted familiarity of the other woman's touch on Eris's arm.

Feyre raised an eyebrow and nudged you gently with an amused smile.

“What's going on, Y/N? You look like you're ready to kill someone.”

Your eyes flickered between Feyre and the scene with Eris, frustration evident in your expression. “That professor is all over him, Fey. It's making my blood boil. I mean, we’re in the middle of class, how unprofessional and disgusting to be flirting with him. And who knows, maybe he has a girl or a wife or something. She shouldn’t just do that.”

Having had enough of the scene in front of you, you stood up abruptly, grabbing your bag with frustration evident in your movements. As you left the classroom, you didn’t spare Eris a single look as you felt his eyes burning into yhe back of your head. Glancing back at Feyre, you cocked your head toward the door, silently asking if she was coming. She swiftly gathered her things, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and skipped over to join you in exiting the classroom.

Feyre smirked knowingly before whispering, “So, you fucking the professor or what?”

Your cheeks heated up, and you stammered, “Well, it's new, and I didn't want to say anything yet, but yeah. And before you ask, no it’s not for the grade. I really like him and he likes me back. We just have to keep it under wraps at school but we’re not using each other. And how the hell did you know, am I really that obvious?”

Feyre chuckled. “Baby, it's written all over your face. Don't worry; your secret is safe with me. Now, how are we going to handle this?”

Together, you and Feyre plotted a subtle yet effective way to make him jealous. Little did you know, your friend was excited to have some drama to navigate, especially involving a professor.

———

Your phone vibrated for the millionth time in the past days. Eris had been persistent, trying to reach out through calls and texts, but you'd been deliberately ignoring him all week. Regret gnawed at you, and anger surged as you recalled how he allowed that girl to touch him so publicly. Hurt and frustration clouded your thoughts, envisioning what could have happened if they were alone.

A sense of unease crept in, wondering if he grew tired of the secrecy and sought someone more mature and available—someone who wouldn't risk landing him in legal trouble. The uncertainty lingered, leaving you with a mixture of emotions.

Maybe you were a bit dramatic for completely ignoring him, but who cares?

You swallowed hard and got dressed, opting for the same skirt you had on the last time. Today, you had a plan—a little revenge against Eris. Your strategy involved flirting with a classmate, and you knew just the person: Ilias's best friend, Alex, who always used to check you out when you were dating Ilias. It seemed like the perfect opportunity.

Entering the hall, you slumped down next to him, subtly rearranging your hair and adjusting your bra, making yourself look absolutely irresistible. The game was on, and you were ready to see how Eris would react to a taste of his own medicine.

He was already there, eyes tracking and narrowing when you slumped down next to Alex.

“Hi Alex, how are you doing?” you asked, tilting your body so that he’d have a nice view of your pushed up tits.

His face turned red and he gave you a shy smile.

“Hey, y/n. I’m good, a bit surprised you’re talking to me.”

Yeah, you were really fucking surprised too.

You sighed dramatically. “ Ugh, I totally understand. I mean, I really wanted to befriend you back then, but you know how Ilias is. Always so possessive. Guess he was really threatened by you. He always thought I'd leave him for you, and if I'm honest, I probably would've. You're really cute.”

Your words hung in the air, leaving a calculated impression as you watched his reaction, wondering how this little act would play into your plan.

His eyes widened in surprise, and a subtle grin formed on his face. “Ilias always had a way of complicating things, huh? Well, I'm flattered, hot stuff. I hope you're doing okay now.”

You leaned in, lowering your voice as you let your breast spill out slightly, knowing that Eris was watching your every move.

“Oh, I'm doing much better now. Free from all that drama. Maybe we should grab a coffee sometime and catch up. You know, properly.”

He chuckled, a hint of mischief in his expression. “Sure, sounds like a plan. I'd love to hear more about your new freedom.”

You blew him a kiss before you left him with a seductive smile, the plan unfolded just as you'd hoped. Now, you anticipated Eris's reaction, eager to see how he'd handle the tables turning.

———

Eris was visibly fuming, shooting Alex murderous glares. Throughout the entire lecture, he directed almost every question to him, knowing damn well that he wouldn't be able to answer them.

“That's the fourth question you've gotten wrong, Mr. Halsted. Are you sure this is the right class for you? Regular Lit with Professor Lunden is on Wednesdays; maybe you've gotten them mixed up,” Eris remarked, his tone laced with thinly veiled hostility. The tension in the room escalated as your revenge plan unfolded.

A small pang of guilt tugged at you as you watched Eris target Alex with relentless questioning. However, any sympathy you might have felt was swiftly replaced by the memory of Alex covering up your ex's cheating. In that moment, you couldn't bring yourself to feel sorry for him, and a sense of satisfaction lingered as the tables turned in your little revenge plot.

As the class finished, Eris dismissed everyone except for you. The lingering tension in the room was palpable as your fellow classmates exited, leaving you alone with Eris. The air crackled with anticipation, and you braced yourself for whatever confrontation was about to unfold.

“I've been trying to reach you for days. Why haven't you been answering me?” Eris questioned, frustration evident in his voice.

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You did? Must've missed it. And besides, aren't you too busy with that professor? What the hell do you need me for?” Your tone held a mix of nonchalance and defiance, ready to confront whatever explanation he might offer.

“If you're talking about Professor Jensen, then you have it all wrong. I don't have anything going on with her. Unless you’ve forgotten, I'm yours. And you're mine, so just what the hell are you doing asking Alex out for coffee?” Eris's words were a mixture of frustration and confusion as he sought an explanation from you. The tension in the air hung thick, awaiting your response.

Oh. Fuck.

A realization hit you like a ton of bricks. You had let jealousy take over, assuming the worst about Eris without even giving him a chance to explain. Your fear of being played again had clouded your judgment, and now you found yourself in a mess of your own making.

“Really? I thought you were sleeping with her or something. I'm so sorry for not letting you explain. I have some trust issues I need to work on. But why was she so close?” Your admission carried a mixture of relief and remorse as you acknowledged your mistake.

Eris eyes softened as he stepped closer, bringing you into a hug while he stroke your hair lovingly.

“She was close because wants me to go on a date with her. I've let her know I'm unavailable several times, but she doesn't seem to understand. Professor Jensen is married as well, and if I told the dean, he'd tell her husband since they're good friends. The only reason she hasn't tried anything further than to touch me is because I keep threatening her to tell the dean,” Eris explained, his words carrying a mixture of frustration and determination. It was clear he had been dealing with an unwelcome situation, trying to maintain boundaries despite the persistence of Professor Jensen.

Your jaw clenched at the thought of her going after him despite his boundaries. You wrapped your arms around him, silently promising to take care of her.

No one would be making him uncomfortable ever again with you around.

A brilliant idea sparked in your mind. You had overheard that Professor Jensen was coming here between classes, presenting the perfect opportunity to assert your claim on Eris and make it clear who he truly belonged to. Hoping she'd understand and leave your man the fuck alone, you started mentally preparing yourself.

“Let me show you how sorry I am, Er,” you whispered, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him briefly before pulling away. You took charge, grabbing his hand and leading him back to his chair by the desk as you made him sit down in front of you.

Standing between his thighs, you leaned forward, placing kisses on his lips, cheek, jaw, and neck. Your lips traveling over his hot skin. You had noticed how incredibly warm Eris was, it was like his skin was like a furnace.

As you contemplated your next move, the realization of your plan sank in.

You were about to fuck your professor, infront of another professor in an unlocked lecture room.

Anyone could walked in.

Suppose you just had to work quickly then.

Your eyes were on his as you bent forward, hooked your finger around your panties and slid them down your legs. You slowly stripped your shirt off, leaving you naked except for your thigh-high stockings, mini skirt, and bra.

A bit slutty for class, you’ll admit.

But whatever you looked good.

Eris's gaze dropped to your body, his hands forming a circle, signaling for you to spin around and show yourself. Giggling, you spun as you showed him your body, lifting your skirt up a bit before getting closer and plopping down in his lap. Eris’s hands automatically came around your waist, holding you in place as you unbuckled his belt, pulling out his cock.

“You’re so big, Eris. Please can I ride you?”

“What a nasty girl. Sitting in her professors lap, begging for cock. You know what were doing is wrong, yet you’re here, dripping wet, grinding all over me.” His teasing tone made your nipples tighten and stiffen, making you whimper in pleasure.

Before you could respond he lifts you up, flipping you around as he bends you over his desk. You gasp, letting out a noise of surprise at the sudden change. His presence warmed your nude back as he carefully slid into you, making your eyes roll back in pleasure as you let out a moan.

He’s so fucking big and every drag against your sensitive walls made you lose your mind. You’d never been fucked this good, ever.

“ Is this what you wanted? Getting fucked in the middle of class? The doors aren’t even locked, sweetheart, anyone could walk in and see how much of a slut you are,” he gritted out between thrusts.

And as if the universe was working with you, the doors opened and professor Jensen walked in.

She looked horrified and let out a yelp.

“What is going on here?” she yelled at you, stepping closer.

You just smirked around her, fucking yourself back at Eris who had completely stopped.

“What does it look like professor? I’m getting fucked by my man.” you emphasized the last part, staring into her eyes as your hands possessivly grabbed his arms on either side of you as you stood straighter.

She scoffed, looking smug as she approached you. “You disgusting whore, you probably did this for a grade. Poor Eris got played by someone whose only interest is a boost in their academic career. Just wait until I tell the Dean.”

You felt Eris tense at her disgusting words towards you, but before he could snap at her, you started laughing.

“Poor Eris knows I’ve been a straight-A student since his father was teaching the course. Poor Eris fucks me because he wants to. And no, you won’t go to the Dean.”

She narrowed her eyes at you, smirking.

“Oh, really? And why is that?”

It was your turn to smile as you played your trump card.

“Because the second you step out of this lecture hall, I’ll send your husband the videos of you flirting with what’s mine. Yeah, I heard your husband pays for your lavish little lifestyle, and that he’s super big on monogamy, something you’re not apparently. So, you won’t tell anyone about us unless you’re ready to lose your lifestyle.”

Professor Jensen's expression shifted from smug to shocked as your words hit her. She stammered, clearly caught off guard by your unexpected revelation.

“You can't... you don't have any proof!” she protested weakly.

You raised an eyebrow, a sly grin playing on your lips. “Oh, don't I? You see, I've got quite the collection of evidence, not just a video. Texts, emails, photos—enough to make your husband divorce your old ass in a heartbeat.”

Eris watched the scene unfold, a mixture of surprise and amusement on his face.

“Now,” you continued, “we can all go on with our lives. You won't bother us, and I won't ruin yours. Agreed?”

She hesitated for a moment before reluctantly nodding, defeated by the leverage you held. You smirked, satisfied with the turn of events.

“Oh, and if I hear a whisper of you pursuing Eris ever again, your excuses won't matter—I'll make sure to ruin your life.”

As she hurriedly left the lecture hall, Eris turned to you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“My, look who has got a knack for theatrics. You don’t actually have any evidence do you, love?”

You smile at him, shaking your head and gasp delighted as he continues fucking you.

“N-no, it was just a bit of intimidation, oh f-fuck, h-harder please.”

Warmth spread through your body as he kissed your neck and check, whispering praises and thanks.

“Thank you, sweet one, you’re such a perfect girl. So good for me.”

He kept pounding harder and harder, pulling you in by your neck as you were held flush against his chest, hands lightly squeezing your throat as your eyes crossed at the lightheadedness.

His dirty words, whispered in your ears made you tighten around him impossibly, and it sure as fuck didn’t help when he angled his hips, hitting that spot that made you cum with just a few strokes as he rubbed your clit, sucking on your neck.

It was all too much and you were starting to get overstimulated, but you still wanted him to cum so you grabbed his fingers and sucked on them as they hit the back of your throat nearly making you gag.

Finally you felt a warmth filling you up as he slowed down, groaning as his hands tightened around your throat.

You both sank into the chair, catching your breath. The air was thick with lingering desire, and a serene haze enveloped your mind, leaving only the soft hum of satisfaction. Eris knew you had reached that fuzzy state where you wanted to be cared for, not being able to make any decisions about anything as you floated in your mind. Glancing at the clock he realized that this classroom would be filled with 200 students in about 10 minutes so he reluctantly pulled out and began dressing you both.

“I’m canceling my last class, sweetheart. Let's head to my place, order some food, and just relax,” he whispered, sealing his words with a kiss. Even if the details blurred in your mind, you held onto him, your trust unwavering.

Eris faced an unexpected challenge; your legs gave out, complicating the journey to the secret alleyway where he usually picked you up.

With gentle care, Eris scooped you up bridal style, hoping the alley would be empty today. Skillfully using back entrances and listening for any signs of intrusion, he made his way to his car. As he approached, he checked for any onlookers before settling you gently in the front seat, which he had reclined for your comfort, its tinted windows offering privacy.

Arriving home, Eris couldn't help but steal glances at you as you peacefully slept in the passenger seat. He marveled at your beauty, cherishing the simple joy of having you close.

You stirred, adjusting to find a more comfortable position. Eris gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, captivated by your peaceful beauty.

“Mm, thanks for taking care of me, baby. I love you.”

Hearing those unexpected words, Eris froze. He had known it all along, the feelings growing within him. Yet, he wondered if you were merely tired, your words slipping out without realizing what you were saying.

In the warmth of the moment, his heart fluttering and butterflies dancing in his stomach, he lifted you up, carrying you into his bedroom. There he laid next to you , nerves nearly making him want to throw up as he whispered back the words he had never heard or spoken before,

“I love you too.”

Upon hearing those words, you pulled him closer, resting your head on his chest and placing gentle kisses where his heart beat. Intertwined, you both repeated those three words, reassuring each other that this love would endure forever.

Eris had no doubt in mind, you loved him as he loved you. It was a gentle reminder for someone who hadn’t experienced love before.

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tehloserprince · 7 months

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Some folks asked me to post/share this here because they found it useful, so ...

I was a little surprised by the amount of people who thought Gabriel and Beelzebub literally met only three times before deciding they were in love and running off together. It's true that we see three pivotal moments in Gabriel's memories, and I think @neil-gaiman and co. showed the audience these specific moments for a reason, but the writing and visual cues in each of the scenes seemed to be done in a way that would emphasize the passage of time between meetings and the development of the relationship between Gabriel and Beelzebub to the audience.

First Meeting: I believe this one happened not too long after Armageddon failed to materialize. We're given an immediate visual cue from Gabriel, whose outfit is closer to what he wore in S1; he's wearing the same scarf and jacket that he wore throughout that season, and also when he met Beelzebub on the Tadfield airbase. Could be appropriate attire for the season, since we do see Gabriel wearing the coat again a bit later (sans scarf).

At their meeting, Gabriel is seated on the left and Beelzebub is on the right. Their meeting place seems to be somewhere in Russia (away from their home territories). The table is rather large, creating some distance between the two of them. Their body language is also a lot more guarded: legs and arms crossed at times, and they tend to lean away from each other more throughout the conversation. This meeting is short, but there are some sparks between the two of them: the gentle teasing ("well, you lost"/"so did you"), Beelzebub crossing their arms and trying not to smile at Gabriel's "Arma-bloody-geddon" moment, and the shared understanding over the burdens of being the respective Commanders-in-Chief of Heaven and Hell.

It ends with Gabriel leaving quickly after saying it's a pity they'll never speak again, but ...

Second Meeting: ... obviously, they do end up speaking again. When Gabriel enters this particular meeting, he's wearing an outfit closer to what we see him wearing in S2 prior to him losing his memory. Again, possibly a seasonal cue as well. At the beginning of the Second Meeting, Gabriel sits down across from Beelzebub and immediately proposes the idea of "no Armageddon." He would have no reason to do that unless there had been other meetings that deepened their initial connection and made him realize that hey, a victory for Heaven would mean NO Beelzebub, which would kind of suck because he's grown to enjoy their company and their little "work meetings."

While they've built a sort of rapport over their work lives, there seems to be something else simmering beneath the surface. This is reflected in more visual cues: their body language seems more comfortable/relaxed - they lean towards one another as opposed to leaning back and maintaining distance; the table itself is much smaller (meaning they're seated closer together/with less distance between them); and they've also switched sides - Beelzebub is now seated on the left and Gabriel is on the right. Their meeting place seems to be a bar in America, which might mean they've still been avoiding any meetings in their home territories.

Beelzebub is open to Gabriel's suggestion and agrees to it almost immediately. Instead of rushing off like he did after their first meeting, Gabriel remains seated and Beelzebub seems to get a bit flustered by his gaze. They discuss the music playing on the jukebox, and Beelzebub is so much more patient with Gabriel's lack of knowledge than they would have been with anyone else. There are multiple layers to Gabriel's line, "Then ... I also like it." The little subtleties from Jon Hamm and Shelley Conn add a wonderful depth to these short scenes tbh.

At the end of the meeting, Beelzebub straightens up, fixes their gaze on Gabriel, and very pointedly states that there's "no NEED for them to ever meet again," smiling slightly as they wait for his response ("none whatsoever"). The wording there is important because ...

Third Meeting: ... there IS no "need" for them to ever meet again. From here on out, they're meeting solely because they WANT to be in each other's company. They're no longer pretending that their meetings are strictly business, and they're also not limiting themselves to locations outside their home territories. I get the feeling that the Third Meeting the audience gets to see was more like their "first date." Instead of meeting directly at a public location to discuss "business," Gabriel takes Beelzebub to see something important to him. Of course, this is Gabriel we're talking about, and he's taken Beelzebub to see the statue of him in a local cemetery in Edinburgh. But still! The statue is meaningful to him, and he wanted to share that with Beelzebub. They're even standing right next to each other as the scene begins, with Beelzebub's head cocked to listen as Gabriel speaks. Shelley Conn gives us this awesome moment of Beelzebub looking at Gabriel almost wistfully, and mmm do I have Some Thoughts about that entire scene. I've shared them elsewhere, maybe I'll eventually post them over here, but the TLDR is that yeah, I feel like they're wishing Gabriel would look at them Like That. I also think maybe there was some larger doubt re: whether or not the Archangel Fucking Gabriel, God's Messenger, would ever love a demon over their heavenly duty/station. But I digress.

Following their excursion to see the statue, Beelzebub and Gabriel wind up at The Resurrectionist. Gabriel's been wearing that coat again, which could show another shift in the seasons. Instead of sitting across from each other, Gabriel and Beelzebub are now seated next to each other in a cozy booth. The candles and dim lighting give it a romantic feel. Adding to that clumsy sort of romantic feeling, we see Gabriel and Beelzebub each doing something nice for the other just to see them happy. Gabriel performs a small miracle on the jukebox to have it play what has essentially become "their" song, and Beelzebub gifts a fly in return - essentially, a small piece of themselves, as they are the Lord of the Flies after all. It also happens to be the first thing anyone's ever given to Gabriel, a fact that has quite an impact on Beelzebub.

When Aziraphale is talking to the owner of The Resurrectionist, he learns that the jukebox miracle occurred "last year." So we can deduce (detective word!) that Gabriel and Beelzebub had been "dating" for about a year prior to his "disappearance." A year is a long time for them to develop much deeper feelings and intimacy. Not necessarily talking about sex there either, because folks can imagine whatever they want to in that regard. I mean intimacy in the sense of knowing and feeling comfortable with each other. The way they hold hands and have their arms around each other in the S2 finale indicates that they'd gotten pretty cozy with all of that. I mean, come on, look at how happy Gabriel was to see them once his memories were returned and how immediately his entire demeanor changed.

In the brief moments we see Gabriel prior to his memory loss, he's behaving differently from his S1 counterpart, who was a lot more rigid and laser-focused on Armageddon. Even Beelzebub seems a bit changed; that scene with Demon Josh is a great example. Granted, Beelzebub was more subdued/worried about Gabriel in that moment, but it seems like they'd grown a longer fuse and/or were less quick to anger/annoyance. Daydreaming can do that to a demon, I suppose.

I love this pairing; they're such a great example of how loving someone and being loved in return can bring out the "real"/best version of yourself. I'd totally read an entire novel about them. And can I just add once again that the visual cues were so well done? Not just the acting from Shelley Conn and Jon Hamm, who really brought a lot to the table (see what I did there) with their facial expressions and mannerisms, but the actual visual cues in each of these scenes: the way the two of them were gradually seen to be sitting closer until they were seated right next to each other; the shift in body language between meetings; the way they switched sides during each of the meetings we got to see, as opposed to Aziraphale and Crowley having dominant "sides" that we tend to see them on; etc. I could write an essay on this (more than I already have) so I'll have to stop myself now.

Anyway. Screenplays are neat, and it's fun to see how words and imagery combine to tell a much larger story. Of course, you need great actors to really bring it all home, and thankfully we've been blessed with many in Good Omens. Much love to Jon Hamm and Shelley Conn for their work here.

#good omens #good omens 2 #gomens #ineffable bureaucracy #boxfly #beelzebub x gabriel #gabriel x beelzebub #lord beelzebub #archangel gabriel #s2 ep6 #shut up j #listen i just enjoy analyzing media sometimes #especially when it brings me serotonin

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thewritersaddictions · 6 months

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Drabble: Call Of Duty- Love Language

John Price Bravo Six

Prices love language is Words of Affirmation and Quality Time.

Price is constantly writing you little notes out. They're literally stuffed everywhere. In your go-bag (if you work with him) , in your lunch box (If you work outside of military). The amount of long paraghed messages you've recived from him before he's deployed are starting to cause your phone to alert you of it's space issue.

Price has that nice fancy cursive hand-writing so every note that you find with his handwriting on it you keep so it's nice and presentable. Sometimes you'll wake to him gone, but with a note left on your bathroom mirror written in an old expo marker. The notes are just he start of it, Price has a great pair of ears. He'll listen to you talk all day if that because he likes your voices or because he wants to help is here or there.

Price has all the letters you've sent to him during his deployments stuffed away in an old shoebox in the closet. He holds those peices of paper close to his heart when he's away. They ground him. Make him realize the you're a plane flight away waiting for him at home in his bed, probably wearing his clothes. You're also just so fucking genuine in your letters, your emotion seep through the pages and clench around his heart in best of ways.

With how long Price can be away sometimes, the quality time the two of you spend together is hightly important to the two of you. It's important that the two of you snuggle on the couch, spend tocuhing each other. That you tell him all about the things that happened at work while he was away. (Hell you've taken to writing it all down so you remember all that've happened.) "Come sit down love, and tell me about work today." Price would say his hand softly gripped around your wrist.

Price has a few favorite nicknames he likes to call you around the house. Sweets, Baby, and Love. They're all things that come to mind when he thinks of you. If the two of you dancing around your apartment, or when the two of you get hot and heavy between the sheets Price calls you all the same.

John MacTavish Soap

Johns love langauge is Gift Giving and Quality Time.

It starts off with little things. If John is out at the grocery store he normaly comes backwith an extra deserct or your favorite choice of wine. He knows everything down to your favorite candies. (You know the ones that you're never able to find yourself). The gifts get bigger the longer you're together with John. Little bobble heads, or magnets from places he's been while away on deployment, (The fridge looks like the world map).

Things get even bigger and a bit bolder after that, some gifts are jewlery, things that you'd wear to the military ball. Sometimes it's something smiple like a cd that you can get in the states, or a new purse that John will stock away in the back of the closet until christmas and when you ask where he'd been hiding it he won't tell. "I'm not tellin' you my secret hidin' place lass. You'll go snooping the minute I'm gone." John tells you one chirstmas. The best gift by far as been a stuffed animal dressed up in a military outfit with his voice inside so every time you needed to hear his voice he was right there; just one click away.

The two of you work out well. Your love language is all gift giving, hell the amount of supply boxes you've sent for him while he's been on base; or for him and his other team mates. Letters with your whole written out into three-four-five pages worth. John's got a passcode on his phone, because (you tend to send him a few pretty little pictures of yourself waiting for him in his bed.)

Of course John calls you Lass, but he's got special nicknames for you when you greet him at the base to come and take him home. "You're home!" Jumping into his large and strong arms, "Bonnie, I'm here now don't ya worry. I'm all yours now bonnie." He reply hugging you tightly. The brush of your lips, and breathe that you manage to be able to take from just getting a quick kiss from him on the tarmack. Sweets is what he calls you when he's down between your thigh living on cloud nine.

Simon Riley Ghost

Simons love language is Acts Of Service, and Quality Time.

I'm not sure if it's how Simon grew up, or the fact that's always away but Simon is literally always asking you if you need help getting something from a higher up shelf (The man is 6'3 come on now). He'll even do the more domestic things with you. Dinner he helps with and then he'll do the dishes while you go out into the living room. You pull out a puzzle, he'll sit right next to you or on the couh behind you with your between his legs, and help you.

If you're sick, and he's home you've got your own personal stay-at-home nurse. Breakfast in bed with all the right medicine, and vitiamins. If your sick, and Si isn't there oh shit, you've got food doordashes to the front door every single night, and it's not unhealthy food. You're on your period, he takes care of you. A large hand that looms on the hot skin on your lower stomach to cool the cramps away. He'll sit with you on the couch and watch all the stupidest, cringest of romcoms to sedate your need to cry.

In the same step though Simon forgets to take care of himself most of the time. So worried about you and how good you're doing that he forgets that he also has to think about himself from time to time. That's where you come in, as Simons other half you fix that real quick. Dinner is always ready for him, you'll run a hot soothing bath for him when you know he's coming back from deployment. All of his laundry is done before he can even think about dragging the stinky duffel to the wash room. "Thank you, honey." Simon would grumble as he walked into the living his hair a mess. You'd nod and kiss his cheek gently.

Simon does have a few exclusive nicknames he uses for you. Honey, Angel, and Love. Yet that one you hear the most is Angel because, for him, you're his angel. You're the thing that keeps him rooted in reality. You could be easily hurt by that world he works in, yet you are the only person he thinks of while away on deployment. You are the reason he comes home.

Köing

Köings love language is Physcial Touch, and Quality Time.

Köing surely makes up for the height difference. He's always got a hand on you. Be it your back as he guides you around or in your hand. He's always got to be touching you. Not only does it ground him, but he likes to think that he’s keeping you safe.

He knows nobody is going to mess with the guy that’s 6’10. You like to think you’ve your own guard dog, so it works out nicely. Köing isn't afraid of PDAs; he thrives on it. He loves a simple hand-holding or a kiss to your cheek, forehead, or lips in a public setting. He loves it all. He loves how soft your skin is against his rough, callused hands. Or how plump and soothing your lips are against his own.

In the same, Köing loves to just spend time with you snuggled up under a blanket, watching a movie. Köing loves to cuddle you in his arms during a scary movie, keeping you safe from the horrors displayed on the screen. Köing does use his height against you sometimes. He picks you up, practically spinning you around whenever he returns from deployment. You're just standing there waiting for him and his team to return when you're grabbed tightly and turned around in the air. You gather a bit of attention as you scream and cry with excitement that Köing has arrived back.

Köing has a few speicla nicknames for you. He loves to call you Buttercup, Princess, and my love. "Come on, buttercup, let's go laid down." He'd whisper in your ear as he leaned over the back of the couch to get you to bed with him, "But my TV show just started." You'd whine, "We can watch it in bed together, my love." Köing would argue with you.

Completed on: 10/21/23

Posted on: 10/21/23

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kpopjamstick · 1 year

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Seventeen reaction saw you wearing a hot outfit in a party and some boys start to flirt with you

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Hey Chingu, thank you sooo much for your request, i hope that you like it.... I'm sorry but idk why it gets funny and funny with each member 😂😂😂😂.

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1. Takes away the partner

#Scoups: His gaze will grow darker as he will pull you closer to him in front of that guy, just to let him know that you're already taken. Then he'll probably whisper into your ear that "So this is why you're all dressed up huh?" And then take care of your sexiness in the car.

#Woozi: literally drags you out of the party and he will be so mad yet pouty at the same time that you can't help but giggle… then he'll be like "what's so funny about it huh? I told you to stay away from boys!!!!" He probably won't even notice how sexy you look in that dress cause he is so mad right now!

#Dino: "Babe I was looking for you everywhere" he'll say while kissing you and giving a judgmental look to that guy. Then he will walk away with you but then you'll notice his unusual behavior and quickly catch up with the reason because 'his problem' is very much evident through his pants.

2. Gives a sassy answer

#Jeonghan: This MF will probably say something like "ain't she really sexy" while holding your hand and kissing it and then whisper to your ear like "you're tryna tease me babe? I can't wait for us to get back home".

#The8:- This guy is very refined but when it comes to you he'll probably shout at the guy like "tf you're looking at? Ik my babe is pretty" with that mean look on his face.

#Jun: He'll probably start flirting with the guy to make him taste his own medicine 😂 he'll be like "Want me to get you some drink" while winking at that guy as you could barely control your laughter.

#Seungkwan: he'll look at you and say "baby what are you doing here? You forgot? Stranger danger".... Yes he will say this in front of the person leaving him astonished.

3. Literally kills the person (if looks could kill)

#Wonwoo: This man will stare the shit out of the person…that guy gotta have guts to flirt under this man's gaze. Wonwoo will probably never confront you about this but he'll be super jealous.

#Mingyu: You probably won't even realize that someone is flirting with you, until you notice Mingyu giving death glares. "Baby, you ok?" You may ask this out of concern but that question will just turn him on (As if he wasn't enough already).

4. Will be jealous but won't say anything publicly

#Joshua: IDK but I honestly think he is the type to hit the guy with the holy Bible and then baptize you for like a month??? Just kidding though…he might really get jealous but probably just ignore thinking what if he is being possessive.

#Dk: This guy might try to distract you by cracking a few bad jokes but in reality he is super disappointed….like why are you even letting some other guy near you when he is right there!!!! I swear this baby boy will cry afterwards 🥺😭

5. Doesn't care, only there for food

#Vernon: We all know our awkward king but trust me he got his priorities sorted. You are probably trying to rile him up by wearing that sexy dress…but do he care? Well at least not in front of his favorite dish. 😂😂

#Hoshi: You'll get yourself into big trouble while trying to tease him with someone other guy tryna flirt ya…because his mouth will be all stuffed and full with food 😂😂😂 Thankfully you don't gotta pay bills at parties (y he's so cuteee though 😭🥺)

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Title: Please Love Me Drabble Bonus (05) - Camping

WC: 10,279

Tags/Warnings: foul language; alcohol consumption; talks of pregnancy, birth control, tattoos; semi-public nudity/evening skinny dipping; explicit sexual content (kissing, dirty talk, fingering, breast play, pussy slapping, overstimulation, oral (m & female receiving), unprotected penetrative sex), lots of fluff (18+)

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A/N: This is not requested and purely self-indulgent bc Jungkook had to look both adorable and hot in his camping vlog. I don’t know how this got to 10k but I hope you enjoy! 💕

“What do you… wear when going camping?”

With furrowed brows, you look at Nari and Yeji on your phone screen as you stand inside your walk-in closet, eyes shifting around, past your floral dresses and silk trousers and pastel tops for the clothes you need to pack for this weekend’s adventure with your husband. You’re clearly not into the outdoors, and though you’ve gone on a few hiking trips with Jungkook, camping is altogether different. You’re not quite sure what to expect.

“Hmm, it depends on where you’re going,” Nari responds, and you pout even more. “Do you even know where you’re going?” She chuckles.

“Uh, not really,” you sigh. “Kook just said camping and nothing more. We could literally be out in the wild or in some fancy tent somewhere, I don’t know.”

“Why did you agree to go, anyway?” Yeji asks. “That’s like, not your thing.”

“Because he’s been wanting to do it since he came back from that trip to Vietnam with his college buddies,” you reply. “He was supposed to go with the guys but when Tae realized he wasn’t gonna be sleeping on a king-sized bed, he opted out. Then Jimin was called for a work trip. Kook was so excited already so I offered. Plus, it’s his thing and he and we said we’d indulge in each other’s things every once in a while.”

“Cute,” your best friends say at the same time.

You pout and whine that they’re not helping, but they tell you to just pack whatever comfortable and sporty-type clothes you have, so you start looking through your shelf of yoga outfits and ask them which, between the purple and yellow pairs, you should bring.

As they take turns in making a case for their chosen color, you hear your husband’s voice calling for you, and you yell that you’re in the closet.

“Hey, babe,” he greets, kissing your cheek.

He waves back at Nari and Yeji who both tell him that you don’t know what happens during camping, and you frown at them for outing you because you didn’t want to seem so out-of-touch to your husband.

Jungkook looks at you as if to ask for more context, and you say that you’re packing for the trip but don’t know what to bring.

“Anything, really. You can bring whatever you want,” he says, walking to the other side of the closet and removing his suit. “Just be comfortable, that’s all I need you to be.”

“Yeah but like… I want to dress appropriately. Do I bring a raincoat for when it rains? Boots to look for frogs? Sneakers to climb a mountain? Thick coats for when we sleep on the ground?”

You’re pouting out of confusion but Jungkook is giggling, pulling you towards him and kissing your nose. “You’re so cute, you know that?”

“Kook, I’m serious! I need to be prepared,” you furrow your brows.

“Yeah, Jungkook. We’ve been in the closet for an hour now because she can’t make up her mind,” Nari says. “She’d bring her trolley luggage if you let her.”

“Nari!” You shriek, prompting her to apologize and say that she's just teasing.

“But now that he’s home, maybe you can ask him, don’t you think?” Yeji presses, knowing that the only reason why you didn’t ask him is because you think you’ll sound silly, which she thinks is silly because this is a man who thinks everything you do is adorable.

You hesitantly nod and your friends bid their goodbyes, leaving you with your husband in his unbuttoned white polo and black trousers. Jungkook coming home to you after work like this is one of your favorite things in the world.

“Hey, why didn’t you just ask me what we’ll be doing instead of assuming that we’ll be chasing frogs,” he chuckles. “And babe, do you seriously think I’m gonna let you sleep on the ground?”

“Well, you and Beatriz did so I just assumed,” you shrug, referring to the woman he’d told you who accompanied him when he went backpacking in South America after college. They were also hooking up during those entire 6 months, something he’d mentioned in passing but of course, it was the detail that stuck with you.

You walk to the drawers where your pajamas are and Jungkook follows, hugging you from behind and taking in your post-painting session scent.

“Well, you assumed wrong,” he says, turning you around now and holding you by your waist. “We’re not gonna chase animals or climb a mountain. We’re gonna relax, okay? By camping, I meant a chill time outdoors. Actually, not even. I mean, we’ll cook and hang out outside but we’ll rent a caravan and we’ll sleep and shower there. We’ll find a remote spot by the beach to park so we can see the night sky and wake up to the view and sounds of the ocean. Everything will just be compact but all the comforts of home will be there. Does that sound good?”

You nod, and the gradual way that your lips turn up makes him internally gush.

“So that’s camping,” you hum.

“Hmm, yeah,” he responds. “There are different ways to do that since it’s a general term of just being outdoors and enjoying nature. I’ve done climbing and sleeping on the ground but I don’t want to do that with you - I don’t wanna be tired, and sex in a tent is messy and uncomfortable; I don’t recommend.”

Your eyes widen and he merely laughs, hugging you again and not giving you a chance to pull away.

“The weekend is gonna be filled with long drives and yummy food and cuddles in a small space, but I promise that I’ll take care of you, okay?” He smiles, wanting to excite you, given that he knows that anything outdoors isn’t your thing, and you’ve been indulging him in his hobbies because you want to experience them with him.

“So just wear comfortable clothes or none at all, I wouldn’t mind,” he winks. “But bring a swimsuit; I found a secluded beach where we’ll stay.”

“Okay, then,” you finally smile. “I’m actually pretty excited for this, Kook. I’m glad we’re doing this.”

You wake up the next morning to Jungkook kissing your nose, his soft whispers of your name in his gruff voice immediately making you smile. You open your eyes and see him already dressed in jeans and an oversized gray sweatshirt, and you wonder if he’ll choose his bucket hat or his baseball one to pair with his outfit today.

“Time for your shower, babe,” he says, helping you off the bed then dragging you to the bathroom.

“What time is it?” You mumble, barely seeing light from outside.

“Almost 5,” he answers, as you enter the shower and moan at the hot water on your skin. “I’ve packed everything we need and loaded our luggages in the car. I bought iced coffee and mini croffles, too, for us to munch on but we’ll pass by for food on the way.”

“Okay, Boy Scout. Why are we so early, though? How far away is the place?”

“About 4 hours, but we’ll have to go to the grocery and I wanna be at the campsite by lunchtime.”

You hum in response and take a few more minutes before you exit from the shower, feeling more awake this time. You dress up in leggings and a yellow sweatshirt to contrast Jungkook, and when you put on your beige bucket hat, he goes ahead and wears his black one.

“Ready?” He grins.

“Ready!”

The sun is on its way up by the time you hit the road. It’s a beautiful Saturday morning for a long drive down south, and with your iced coffee and caramel-drizzled croffles next to you and your husband who’s constantly humming to his road trip playlist, you already feel relaxed with just this. It’s been a tough week of preparing for an art exhibition and you need this, much as you wanted to just accompany Jungkook to one of his hobbies.

“We’re gonna pass by a service center for some snacks, is that okay?” He asks, slowing down to turn. “But if you’re not too fond of the food, we can grab something else.”

“What, why? I love service center food!”

Jungkook looks at you suspiciously before easily finding a parking spot, and you laugh at his unbelieving face because of course, there are still things he doesn’t know about you.

“So, Mrs. I love service center food, what do you want to eat?” He teases.

“Tornado potato,” you answer. “And… sotteok-sotteok,” you respond, to his surprise. Your eyes wander until you find the stalls of your chosen snacks and start leading him there. “What about you, honey?”

“I’ll get what you’ll get, and maybe some chicken, too. Divide and conquer?”

“Divide and conquer,” you confirm, smiling at him before he goes the other direction.

You make your orders and your mouth waters at the sight. It’s been a while since you’ve had these, and you recall a time when you had them almost every weekend, during out-of-town trips you used to make all the time.

Jungkook meets you at one of the eating tables with a small bucket of fried chicken and shrimp glazed in sweet and spicy sauce and some drinks - soda for him and cold tea for you. He sits next to you and promptly halves the serving of food, whereas you eat immediately, causing him to gush at your satisfied face.

“Where did you learn to eat service center food?” He asks curiously, popping a piece of chicken in his mouth and moaning at the delicious taste.

“It’s not a skill, Kook,” you laugh at him, earning you a shrug.

“It’s just not something our families used to do in all our trips growing up,” he clarifies.

“It wasn’t,” you chuckle. “But, uh, I learned it through Mingyu, I guess. We used to drive out of town a lot to go to art museums and art exhibitions and would always pass by service centers and try out the food in every stall.”

Mingyu, your ex. The first man you ever let love you, the first man you ever loved.

Jungkook doesn’t harbor ill feelings against someone from your past, but the fact that the memories you hold include him, it does sting a little. Perhaps that’s how you feel whenever Jungkook mentions in passing things he used to do with the women he used to date. Though he’d argue that he never really loved them, the fact that his memories include them still means something, and that’s probably a thought you’d had, too. But he shakes off the thought. You’re here enjoying with him, yet his curiosity still gets the better of him, so he asks.

“How is he, by the way?”

“He seems great,” you respond. “He and his wife have 3 kids already, and I love that for him. He always wanted a big family.”

“You guys still talk?” Jungkook wonders, but you shake your head no.

“Instagram. Do you talk to your exes?” You arch an eyebrow.

“Nah, too many to keep track,” he half jokes, peppering your face with kisses after you pout at him. “I’m kidding, babe. You know it was never serious with them, and even if it was, I wouldn’t have a reason to talk to them.”

“The same way I wouldn’t have a reason to talk to my married-with-3-kids ex-boyfriend,” you counter.

“You’re absolutely correct, and I was being silly,” he shakes his head this time, but you don’t seem to mind, as you continue on eating while also wiping off the food stains from the corners of his mouth.

“Honey, the sauces are all over your lips now,” you chuckle, but he continues on munching and even puckers them for a kiss, which you give him anyway.

“I know, so you can wipe them off and then kiss me,” he winks, causing your cheek to warm because even if he’s currently dressed like a college kid and eats like a little child, he still has his way of charming you and making you weak in the knees, and if this is how he is now, you can only bet how he’s going to be later on in the day.

You go back on the road after cleaning up, with Jungkook telling you stories of his other adventures, the activities he’d do again - he really wants to go caving with you - and those he doesn’t want to, like, surprisingly, cliff diving because it “hurts like hell.” You tell him about this mural painting you’ve been commissioned to do for a children's art school, and Jungkook excitedly says that he wants to be your assistant for that specific project.

It takes a while before you get to the supermarket for some shopping. He doesn’t want to stay too long, he says, so he decisively picks out the items he needs with food input from you. He hauls the firewood in the cart, as well as some fresh pork belly, cooked rice, some side dishes, and your liquor of choice. You pick out ingredients for s’mores, and he places a pack of sparklers on the counter right before you both check out, a giddy smile painting his face at the end of it.

“We’re about a half hour away from where we’ll pick up the caravan,” he says. “Then we’ll drive out to a nice spot near Baekdo beach. My contact told me of a little cove not far away, and the area was newly opened for big vehicles. It’s not well-known yet. I think it’s just gonna be the both of us there,” he smirks.

“Ah, making sure you have me all to yourself, I see,” you giggle, kissing his cheek.

“Baby, I always do,” he replies, taking your hand and kissing it. “But I’ve always wanted to try caravan camping here. It’s different from what I’m used to.”

“Seems like it. You talked about being in the wild and catching your dinner and sleeping on the cold ground and that’s what I thought we’d do,” you chuckle. “But it’d probably stress me out and that would stress you out.”

“It would,” he laughs. “I want you to always be comfortable, and that’s also why I rented the biggest caravan I could find. It’s like a tiny home for one but it’s the only type with a double-size bed and a spacious bathroom. But we’ll be spending most of our time outside anyway.”

“How would we fit on a double bed, Kook? You sleep like a child sometimes.”

“Hey!” He tickles you in protest. “Only sometimes. But you can always sleep on top of me. That would be romantic, yeah?”

You playfully roll your eyes, already used to your husband being as cringey yet adorably cheesy as he is. He’d always been like that, you think, as you two grew up with you watching him be expressive. You’d know when he’s angry, irritated, confused, upset, and that also means you know that he doesn’t fake the times when he’s grateful and happy, and very much in love.

It’s been almost 3 years since you’ve been married; over two since you both admitted your love, yet the spark hasn’t waned. You wake up in the mornings feeling giddy when you’re enveloped in his warmth, his gruff voice greeting you and his soft lips tracing your shoulder. Your heart still skips a beat when he gives you that quirked-eyebrow smirk while he undresses himself after a long day at work. The twisting of your insides is still immediate when he takes your hands to trace his bare torso, leading you to his hardened cock that lets you know what you do to him. You still feel like it’s a dream when he hovers over you and gazes at you with so much adoration, telling you in words and actions how lucky he is that you choose to love him.

“Baby,” he caresses your thigh.

“Hmm?”

“I lost you there a bit. You okay?”

“Yes. Just thinking about how excited I am to spend the weekend with you,” you smile, taking his hand.

You don’t know when you’ll be able to match his ability to express how he feels, but you try. You’re incredibly tired from your late nights. You still have a piece to finish, and you really don’t know how you’d fare on a trip that doesn’t include your little luxuries, but as long as you get to do Jungkook’s things with him, you reckon he’d know just how much you love him, too.

“Good, because we’re here.”

He exits the car then goes over to your side to guide you towards the caravan. It has a simple gray exterior with various compartments. It’s compact inside but it’s designed beautifully. There’s a small kitchen right when you enter and a small table and seating area across it. On one end of the space is the shower and toilet, and on the other end is the elevated bed. There are windows so you can see the view outside, as well as on the roof so you can stargaze at night.

“Honey, this is so pretty,” you chirp. “Looks like it has everything we need. It’s also quite cozy though. We won’t be bumping heads in here?”

“No, and if we were, that wouldn’t be bad,” he says defensively. “I’ll be attached to you the whole time!”

“Alright, Kook. I know I should be used to this but why are you even more clingy this time?” You arch an eyebrow.

“I’ve missed you these past weeks,” he huffs. “You’ve been busy with your art pieces and I’m really excited for your exhibition but you’ve been working all night until the early hours of the morning. And I’m actually quite thankful that the guys ditched me because then, I get to be with you before things get hectic for you again.”

He’s holding you by your waist now, his eyes soft and wanting as he gazes at you, and the butterflies in your stomach come out for a party. Jungkook has this way of just taking your heart and caressing it in a way only he can, and with those pretty thin lips formed in a pout, you really can’t say no.

“I’ve missed you, too, and I’m sorry I haven’t been cuddling with you much at night. Inspiration keeps striking me at odd hours and I’m quite glad the guys ditched you as well,” you giggle, your hands around his neck now and your faces awfully close to each other. “You looked really sad and I thought, why not join you?”

“I upped my acting game so you’d offer,” he smiles guiltily. “I hope I didn’t force you into coming here.”

“Not at all. Who knows? I might thoroughly enjoy this.”

Jungkook’s about to ask if you hadn’t enjoyed your other adventures like the hikes and snorkeling but someone’s throat-clearing distracts him, and he sees the coordinator of the site peeking in the doorway.

“All good, Mr. Jeon? Are there other items that you want me to load?” The man asks.

“Oh, no more,” your husband replies, letting you go but taking your hand. “I’ll just sign the papers and we can go ahead.”

You stand by and watch Jungkook as he helps the man connect your car to the caravan. You watch in awe as he drives away, expertly maneuvering the heavy vehicle down the road to a secluded area another half hour up north. There’s an entrance to a shorter stretch of beach from the main one, and it does feel like paradise made for only two.

The white sand is riddled with tiny shells, which lead the path to the refreshing ocean not far away. The sky looks perfect this late morning, and you wonder what Jungkook has in store for both of you today.

He parks the car and detaches it from the caravan.

“Stay there and let me do the work, alright?” He says, as he takes out a chair for you to sit on while he sets up the site.

You nod and giddily watch him work. He still has his oversized sweatshirt and bucket hat on, so he still kind of looks like a college kid on some field trip, but he knows what he’s doing. He uses tools to secure the vehicle, he pulls out the awning and attaches the ends on nails he hammered on the ground. He unfolds the table and chairs for the eating area from the caravan’s compartments and then pumps air into the portable couch he packed.

You offer to make the sandwiches and fruit platter for your lunch while he walks to the common area a few hundred meters away with a barrel to get some water. He gets back with lunch served, including fresh lemonade and little desserts you bought at a bakery on the way, and you settle in with a view of the ocean, the cool breeze lending itself for a perfect midday snack.

“Reminds me of our meals with this view, like in Fiji, Bali, Belize,” Jungkook hums, reminiscing the beach trips you’ve taken in the past years.

“Yeah, those were amazing. And we still have that Bora-bora trip with our families coming up. But I’ve actually been wanting a safari trip,” you say. “Kenya, Tanzania, Botswana… One of those places. I think it’ll be really cool.”

“I was thinking that, too. There are so many places to visit and experience and I want to do them all with you.” Before we start a family, he thinks, and the smile you give lets him know that you understand. “I’m tempted to take a full-year leave from work and we’ll just travel the world. Wouldn’t that be ideal? Why don’t I just quit my job and start my own company and you can do freelance and we can work from anywhere?”

“Honey, I don’t think our families will be too happy about that,” you chuckle, but you know deep down, it’s a desire that Jungkook has.

He’s always loved being out and about, discovering new things and places, never being idle, doing activities that get his heart pumping and his adrenaline rushing. It’s his duties that keep him rooted here - his duty to you as his husband and future father of your children, and his duty to his family and their company.

“They’re why we’re able to be together in the first place,” you remind him, but even the words are quite icy to you.

Much as you owe your families, you also know that the life they’ve set for you is one neither of can escape, yet the desire for a life outside of all those expectations and responsibilities starts to eat at you as much as it’s been eating at Jungkook. You wonder how differently things would be if he followed his own path, too.

“Well, I think this is a price I’d gladly pay,” he says, surprising you a little. “I know I’ll always yearn for a life of adventure but at the end of the day, you’re the best one. Our occasional trips make the entirety of this whole adventure with you the only one I’ll need.”

“You know, I get it now. My brother and your brother say that you often speak to and about me as if you’re saying your vows,” you teasingly smile. “It’s kinda cute.”

“It’s because we never got to make proper vows,” he frowns. “So I just act as if I’m making them every time.”

“Makes sense,” you hum, feeling appeased by his words and his presence, which you feel even more as he scoots closer and wraps his arm around you.

You stay like that for a while until he says that he wants to go for a jog and you reply that you’ll be reading a book as he does. Jungkook comes out in nothing but just black shorts and training shoes, sending you a wink before he heads to the shore to jog around the short stretch of water.

You do get a peek every once in a while; he’s half naked, after all, and he’s got his hair in a bun, too. But you try to enjoy your own time, until, of course, he starts doing his stretches and push ups that has you glancing at him a lot more often. Jungkook has always liked his gym time, either alone or with his friends, and you never bothered to join him because yoga is the only exercise you’re able to do. So anytime Jungkook does this, you’re unable to look away.

He returns to where you are and is greeted with Gatorade and a towel, his teasing smirk making you feel even hotter than the sun above.

“Are you trying to be a tease, Mr. Jeon?” You ask, as you pull up your sunglasses and watch him flexing his very toned, naturally-oiled-with-sweat body while gulping his drink and making moaning sounds.

“Is it working, Mrs. Jeon?”

“Sort of. I didn’t get to finish a chapter,” you pout.

“I’m sorry,” he chuckles, half meaning it. “Why don’t we go for a quick swim and then chill after? I’ll play my games and you can read your book. I won’t tease or bother you, I promise.”

“Fine,” you give in, heading inside the caravan to change into your two-piece swimwear.

After spraying sunscreen on each other, you both head to the water and soak up the sun this way, with the light breeze offering a bit of comfort from the mid-afternoon heat. You stay in the shallow end while Jungkook dives and swims about and you let him; he’s always loved the water and you know that his body can never stay still.

He surprises you when he comes up on the surface, that smile he always sports when he’s got his heart racing, greeting you.

“You good, babe?” He asks as he hugs you from behind.

You hum in response, leaning on his shoulder. You like this simplicity, this carefree way that you both spend your afternoon in each other’s arms.

He kisses the side of your neck, causing you to jolt from the sensation. You turn around and he pulls you closer, kissing you deeply, his hands moving south to squeeze your ass cheeks. You giggle in the kiss and he smiles in response, loving the way you sound, how you feel, how you taste.

“I haven’t kissed you properly today yet,” he hums against your lips.

“Well, you have the rest of the day, and the night, and the rest of Sunday,” you moan, enjoying the warmth of his mouth on yours.

“I do. What I’m thinking now is… what am I gonna do to you tonight?”

He’s got that naughty look on and much as it gets your insides in a twist, it’s also kind of funny.

“Kook, whatever it is you’re thinking, just remember that we’re only renting the caravan, okay? We can’t… break anything,” you warn, knowing of your husband’s tendency to go hard and rough on you, as you like sometimes.

“I know, that’s why it’s gonna be all about you tonight, okay? You’ve been stressed and I want to make you feel good,” he says sweetly now. “I don’t need much to make you come, anyway.”

You pull his ears in retaliation. “While you are absolutely correct, you don’t need to state it like that. You’re being a little cocky, honey.”

He joins you in laughter but it’s a badge of honor he proudly wears. He’s proud that he’s able to make you come with his cock, his tongue, or just his fingers, and you’ve said they’re all so good that you forget which part of him had done the deed.

“You did join me this weekend,” he continues. “And you know that as long as you’re good, then so am I.”

“A true gentleman,” you giggle.

He kisses you one last time before you both walk back to shore. You put on your button down shirt dress for cover up while Jungkook, fortunately, opts to not wear a shirt. He sets up the fire then scurries to you, who’s back on the inflatable couch with your book and a bottle of beer for each of you.

And that’s how you spend the rest of the afternoon - with his head on your lap as he goes in and out of sleep and you, halfway through your novel with your free hand on his bare torso, caressing him as he likes, while he kisses it every once in a while.

By the time the sun has started its descent, you’re back on the shore with your second bottle of beer, snug between Jungkook’s legs. With your back against his chest and his kisses on your neck, you let the relaxing day transition into the evening, but somehow you know, things are far from over.

With the soft sounds of your island playlist, you both settle on the outdoor dining area to cook your dinner. Jungkook lines the pork belly on the edges of the pan and waits for the fat and oil to pool at the center, a trick he learned that he was excited to show you. He then fries the kimchi there, the sizzle making you both so giddy at being able to enjoy this in this setting.

You feed each other your own variations, until there’s enough space on the pan to cook the rice in it, and it’s nothing but the soft music and your alternating moans at the delicious food you’re eating.

After you’ve cleaned up, you serve the sangria that you prepared the night before. The fruits have completely soaked up the wine and you know you’re gonna feel buzzed after this, but it’s nothing that s’more you make and your husband’s foot massage can’t handle.

Jungkook lights up the sparklers and you both watch in awe as it shines against the night sky. It’s not much, but it’s pretty; it reminds you of all your other trips and how you liked to spend your evenings.

You’re both basking in each other’s tipsy presence when your phones ring, and it’s not long after when you’re in a laughing fit with all your best friends - Nari, Yeji, and Minhyuk are having dinner together, Tae and his girlfriend are in a resort after playing golf, and Jimin is up early due to jet lag after a long haul flight to New York.

It’s after your husband - who, in his drunken state forgot that you’re on a call with your friends - mumbles that he can’t wait to have you, that they decide to give you both your time together, as clearly “these hormonal late-twenty year olds can’t get enough of each other,” as Jimin teasingly states.

“Kook, that was so embarrassing,” you pinch his reddened cheeks after hanging up. “Remind me not to go on a call with them when you’re drunk.”

“But I’m not drunk,” he insists. “I’m just tipsy. There’s a difference, babe.”

“If you say so, Mister,” you chuckle. “But come on, let’s take a shower now. It’s getting cold.”

“But I wanna swim in the beach again,” he whines, pulling you back on your seat.

You look at him and the glimmer in his eyes. This isn’t a man you argue against doing something he wants. The alcohol has sort of made you feel hot and the mix of temperatures from the cold air and the warm water will do you good, so you agree, taking his hand this time and guiding him to the shore. He promises he’s alert enough to make sure neither of you will drown. He is, however, a little horny.

“What do you say, we strip and swim?” He grunts in your neck, his hand already trailing down your bottoms.

“Honey, this is a public space. This isn’t like our private villa in Bali or the private beach in Belize,” you argue, recalling those vacations where you at least had the privacy to skinny dip. This is different, though. And you’re in your home country; you’re pretty sure there are laws against public indecency.

“Babe, look around. Is there anyone here?”

“No, and actually, that’s quite concerning,” you say, starting to panic.

“They’re some hundreds of meters away, okay? But they’re not gonna be around to patrol campers. Plus, I introduced myself earlier and they know I’m pretty harmless, just here to enjoy time with my beautiful wife. They’d be creeps if they come down here,” he counters.

You think about it. There doesn’t seem to be any harm, and it actually excites you a little, so you agree, assuring that he isn’t forcing you, and that you want to feel all of him, too. You’ll probably stick your hand inside his swim trunks anyway so might as well have him naked for easier access.

Jungkook runs back to the caravan to grab some towels and then lays them on the ground. Because you’re both still a little cautious, you walk to the water and undress each other there, with him running back to shore with both your swimwear.

“Cold?” He asks, pulling you close to him.

“Just right,” you reply, sighing into the kiss he gives you.

His lips move to your jaw, then your neck, and then your breasts, his tongue swirling around the pert bud. You moan in response.

“There you go,” he hums, doing it to the other one.

You both kiss, again and again and again, with his hands on your ass and yours on his cock, squeezing his balls for added pleasure.

“Okay, fuck. I was being too cocky with this. I need you on the bed, now,” he groans, and all you can do is laugh at his rushing state, running to where your clothes are for his trunks and then running back to you with a towel. He wraps you in it and lets you shower while he fixes up outside.

You’re done by the time he gets back inside, taking his turn to shower now. He returns with you sitting on the bed in his oversized sweatshirt and sleeping socks, looking cozy and someone he wants to hug until he falls asleep. After he makes love to you, of course.

“No, Mother, I didn’t pack it.” You say the same words you do every time she asks you about this. “We’re here just for the weekend to relax. And it’s a tiny space, okay? We’ll get to that eventually, after he and I talk some more.”

Jungkook, in his gray sleeping shorts, takes the inner side of the bed, lying down while he massages your outstretched legs. He watches you hum and answer your mother over the phone, no doubt asking you about the same thing she does every time you both go on a trip, regardless of where.

“I will. I’ll see you all at the exhibition next week, alright? Bye, love you!”

You hang up and return your husband’s soft smile, taking your place in between his legs as he sits upright on the bed. You both look up at the roof, appreciating the stars that have come out tonight.

“Mother asking about the baby-making blanket again?” He chuckles.

“Yes,” you groan. “It’s literally way bigger than my luggage. Plus, we haven’t talked about it again. I told her that last time.”

There’s a beat of silence before he replies. “Do you want to talk about it now?”

There’s no irritation in his voice, no hint of pressure or fear.

“Do you? You know I’m always okay with talking about it,” you say.

“I do. I’m the one who’s a little sensitive.”

“You aren’t, Kook. You have valid concerns, about me, about us,” you assure him. “We were just talking about more trips and that would be challenging with a kid, right? We have more adventures, more nerve-racking and slightly crazy things to do… We said we’d do them, together.”

“Yeah, but having a kid is part of the adventure, too, isn’t it?”

He nibbles his lips. He knows you want to start a family; it’s just not something you directly say or ask of him because he’s the selfish one who still wants you all for himself. He knows when you both have children, he wouldn’t be able to just plan a weekend camping trip with his friends, and you wouldn’t be able to just accompany him when they can’t go.

He lives for these trips with you, for these moments of pure joy and peace. He wants that family with you, too; thinking of the little human you’ll both create and love with your whole beings also gives him the butterflies, and that at least lets him know that he’s not hopeless.

“Yes, an adventure we get to decide when to take,” you answer, turning to him with comfort in your eyes. “I don’t want you to want it just because you know I want it, Kook. The only way we can truly love our child is if we want them, together, at the same time. And if it isn’t time for you yet, then it isn’t time for me, too, and that’s perfectly fine.”

He lets your words settle in. He thinks of how much he loves you, of how much he’d give the entire world to you if he could, and he thinks that maybe, that world may be in the form of a life you’ll both create. Maybe the trips will be those to a family resort, or a family beach; maybe the moments of pure joy and peace will be when you’re both exhausted after getting the little one to finally sleep, maybe it’s when they take their first steps and say their first words.

“What if we just let life take its course, then, the way we let it with us?” He wonders. “Maybe get off birth control and we just… plan to not plan?”

“Hmm, sounds good to me,” you respond. “Maybe I can have my implant removed after my next exhibition and commissioned work in 2 months? I’m gonna have to hold off work for a bit just to make sure I don’t stress myself.”

“Okay,” he hums, feeling much lighter that you’re able to talk about it again. “I think we’re gonna be amazing parents.”

“Yeah?” You giggle, moaning once you feel him nibble your ear. His hand sneaks inside your sweatshirt, tracing patterns on your belly.

“We’re so good at taking care of each other, and our child is gonna be spoiled as hell. But we’ll also enroll them in anything they want. And we’re not the eldest, there’s no pressure for our kids to work in our families’ companies. Let their older cousins do that.”

“You’re silly,” you laugh, but he does make good points. It’s what frustrated him growing up, after all, and it’s the freedom that you fortunately had.

“Am I?” He grunts now, his hand cupping your bare breast underneath.

You respond with a whine after he pinches your pert bud, and there’s something about the vibe of the caravan, with its compactness and cozy feel, and with the rain now pouring outside, that makes Jungkook feel much closer than usual.

“Kook, need you to touch me please,” you beg, feeling your body awakened now.

“Hmm, I’m gonna do this all night, babe. I’m gonna make you feel good all night.”

His active hands make their way to their spots - one expertly kneads your breasts, while the other removes your underwear and spreads the slick that’s already pooled around your cunt. Jungkook opens up your legs for easier access and locks both of them to keep you in place.

He nudges you with his nose, and you turn to him for a long, heady kiss, the type that lets you forget everything, that lets you not hear anything else but the way you slightly lose your breaths and the moans that you exchange, swallowing each one. He knows just what to do, knows just how to squeeze your breasts in a way that complements the way he slowly, almost teasingly plays with your clit.

You pull away from the kiss to catch your breath, so he licks and nips your neck instead, knowing it’s another one of your erogenous spots that aids in the buildup of your orgasm. But he wants it slow, he wants it all-consuming; he wants you to feel it in every nerve of your body.

“Yes, Kook, so good, baby,” you moan, your eyes closing as you savor every sensation. “Keep going, don’t stop.”

“You’ll take everything, yes, babe?”

He slides in two fingers inside you, then three, curling to hit that soft spot he’s memorized by now, while his thumb continues to rub your throbbing nub. Everything feels too much but you can’t get enough. You want more, and you know that Jungkook will give it.

“Yes, baby. I’ll take every—aah, yes, right there,” you mewl, your back arching now. “Oh god, yes.”

He hums his satisfaction, loving the sounds you’re making against the pitter-patter of the rain on the roof and the windows. He loves how vocal you are, how lost you are in what he’s giving, how ready you are to take more.

Jungkook presses that spot again and it has you keening, and this time, his movements on your breasts slow down, as he gently traces circles on your nipples while his fingers pound on your cunt, leaving you a crying mess.

You yell his name, your legs shaking this time as the pleasure becomes too good, too much, too overwhelming. He removes his fingers from inside you, all of them working on your clit now. You’re so close. The heat in your belly is getting intense, and then you feel it, the light smack of his hand on your pussy, sending a buzz way deep inside you that causes you to jolt and yelp in pleasure.

Jungkook soothes you with gentle rubs. “You like that, baby? Want me to do it again?”

“Yes please,” you pant. “Kiss—kiss me.”

He does as you ask, swallowing your screams as he increases his movements on your clit before he smacks it again, catching you by surprise. He presses on it then smacks it once more, and it feels like electricity that you accidentally bite his lip but neither of you minds. Your whole body is shaking but he’s got you locked in place, and the restriction makes it even more overwhelming, more undeniably and insatiably good.

“Just one more, okay? Then come for me,” he says, pinching your clit and catching you by surprise that you come without warning, that you feel your slick slide out of you, that you feel your body have that mind-blowing orgasm that leaves you tired but incredibly satisfied.

“Oh my god, Kook,” you heave, your limbs being released now and you sink into his hold. “That was… oh god.”

“Good,” he giggles, licking your essence off his fingers and humming. He takes some tissue next to you and wipes you off, the pads immediately being drenched. “Babe, you made a mess. Good thing the rules only state not to break anything.”

“Oh my goodness, Kook!” You squeal in embarrassment. This is probably the wildest you’ve come from just his fingers.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, babe. I could come right now.”

“Wait until you’re inside me, please,” you flutter your eyelashes, and it’s impossible for him to say no, so he says okay. “But can I breathe a little? That was uh, that was intense.”

“Okay,” he says again, hugging you tightly and peppering your face with kisses.

“You meant what you said earlier, about waiting for it to happen to us?” You ask after a while.

“I did. I do. You can be off birth control. We don’t have to plan or track it. That might put unnecessary pressure on us. And let’s just be surprised. We won’t actively try but we won’t keep it from happening, either. Is that something you’re okay with?”

“It is. Part of the adventure, right?” You smile.

It’s better than avoiding getting pregnant completely, you think. Much as you want it to happen, you also know what you’re gonna need to give up because of your health. Perhaps the best thing to do is to just let life happen.

He nods, kissing you again, his wandering hands slowly removing your sweatshirt so he could feel more of you this time. You shift and turn towards him, tugging his shorts and urging him to remove it as well.

You feel so much for Jungkook, and if earlier you’d just been able to ogle him, now you get to do more. You lift yourself and straddle him, catching him by surprise.

“Can we do this gently?” You ask sweetly. “I want you to feel good, too, while you’re inside me, but we can’t break anything.”

He chuckles. Inside you is where he likes it best. He does have a tendency to go a little too rough sometimes, but he wants tonight to be gentle, too.

“We won’t break anything, I promise. Just feel yourself, just feel us. I’ll be okay.”

You nod, bitten lip and all, and you start stroking his semi-hard cock, tracing the veins that decorate it. Jungkook hums in satisfaction, even more when you touch yourself for that needed lubrication and slide your lips against his length. You know he likes it when you pleasure yourself, something he’d blurted out when he was drunk so he probably doesn’t remember, but you took that to heart, used it to your advantage to get him going, knowing that between both of you, he’s the one always who makes sure you’re pleasured, sometimes even if he doesn’t get to be.

You start to moan, and you feel his dick twitch in your hand. His hand reaches out to you, fingers tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his tattooed arm cradling your head as you gently rock against him.

He’s so beautiful, it drives you crazy. You’ve admitted to him as much that his body art does things to you, and you’ve noticed him add more, put color in, and change things up a bit so they’d have more meaning that relates to both of you.

You want to share in that, too.

“So I was thinking, I want to get a tattoo,” you say, catching him by surprise again.

“What? Where? Why? Are you serious?” He furrows his brows. You’re unsure if it’s good or bad news to him.

“Yeah. Uh, I want a tiger lily. Here.”

You point to your chest, on the valley between your breasts, somewhere close to where your scar is. You want to tattoo his birth flower on your body, on your chest, a part of you that hurt for a time, that you get your strength from.

“Baby, why?” He asks, looking more emotional than upset.

“I know underneath this is a heart that’s a little broken, but I also know that it’s why I love deeply, and I love you, more than I’m able to say sometimes,” you explain. “I get my strength to continue loving because of you, Kook. And I want to always remember that. I want you to remember that, and I want our future children to know that.”

He looks at you with even more adoration, with even more love. And you know you mirror it, too. He’s only able to nod and trace the canvas on your body, imagining how the flower would look on you.

“I love you so much, ___,” he mumbles, taking you for another kiss.

It starts off gentle, but the more he lets your words settle in, the warmer he feels, the stronger the need to be one with you gets. He cups your cheeks as he pulls you closer, wanting to inhale you, to meld with you the way your lips are. He wants to feel that edge of you and go as far as he physically can.

Jungkook raises you and you slowly slide down his cock, feeling the sting from his girth and length that has you moaning in his mouth; you already feel so full. You gently grind against him, knowing that if he does the work, you might not have a bed to sleep on.

“Stay still, babe, let me,” he whispers in your ear, his low, confident voice sending shivers through you.

You follow and you halt your movements, giving him the space to secure you in his hold as he grips your waist. He decides on an angle that’s comfortable enough for you, and he raises his hips to go deeper, moving you against him so you could feel him dragging your velvet walls, making you moan instantly.

He’s not thrusting roughly; he’s not unrhythmically pounding into you, but he’s making all the effort in this angle, grinding and moving against the current of your hips, hitting that soft spot that his dick does so amazingly at.

“Touch yourself, babe. You know how good it would feel,” he instructs, closing his eyes and biting his lips as he feels you suck him in.

Your fingers do the work this time - on your breast and on your sensitive yet still throbbing cunt. Every part of your body feels like it’s on the edge, and it’s exhilarating.

“Kook, oh my—oh god, baby,” you moan obscenely.

You’re music to his ears.

He sees you work on your nipples, how you squeeze your breast and pinch your buds. He sees you rub your clit, gently and in circles, your mouth parting in sheer pleasure.

“Hold onto my shoulders now,” he instructs. “I’ll be gentle but I need you to hold onto me, okay?”

So you do - body anchoring on his as you grip his broad shoulders, his muscles flexing at the act as well. He briefly massages your thighs before his one hand clutches on your waist again and the other works on your nub - pinching, smacking, pressing to keep the stimulation going.

He continues to drag you against him and you can feel him, way deep inside you that you don’t know if he can go any further. And it’s absolutely mind-blowing.

“You’re taking me so well, babe, like you always do,” he praises. “Looking so fucking hot on top of me like this. You look so good when you’re close to coming, baby. You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel you sucking me in. Fuck, baby, keep doing that.”

So you clench around him, trying to meet him as far as you can with your pelvis. You’re grinding, clenching and unclenching, your mind going crazy with how well he’s able to do all this.

His fingers go back to your cunt, more desperately fondling you now as he feels your heat envelope him even more.

“Kook, baby,” you keen once more. “You’re so deep and you’re so good.

“Yeah?” He smirks.

He brings you closer to briefly suck your breasts before he’s back to building on your impending orgasm, and it’s when he surprises you with a pinch then a press of your clit that you come without warning, clenching around him. He’s caught by surprise this time, as your walls continue to tighten around him, your nails creating marks on his shoulders form the intense pleasure, and this causes him to spill his seed inside you as well.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans, wrapping his arms around you as you fall into his chest, both of you heaving now as you come down from your highs. “You feel so good.”

“And you feel amazing,” you smile at him sweetly, as if you didn’t just scream obscenely earlier.

You kiss his nose then his lips, somehow still wanting more of him. Your movements are languid this time, tongues just lazily dancing with each other.

“Baby, you’re gonna make me hard again,” he groans.

“Sorry,” you pull away. “I’m tired though, and I just want to cuddle.”

“Me, too. I’ll go clean us up.”

Jungkook lays you down on the bed and proceeds to get a warm washcloth to wipe you off. You two were messy, alright, but he assures you that they do full sanitation of the caravan after every use.

He helps you dress up then pulls you close. The rain is still going, and you’re glad the skies cleared for you early on and you got to enjoy the beach together. But now it’s just you and him and the sounds of raindrops in this tiny space, and with Jungkook, everything is nice and warm and comfortable and free.

“I love you,” you tell him, and he responds with that sweet, boyish smile of his, giddy and soft and full of love.

You don’t say that as often as he does, so when you do, he knows it’s a build up of many things, and each word, each letter means something. They’re laced with every ounce of your beating heart in them.

The smell of rain is one of your favorites - after paint and bakeries and bookstores, of course. There’s something so grounding about it, especially in the morning when its fresh scent seeps through the half-opened windows, joining the saltiness of the ocean not far away.

You’re seated in bed, opposite of Jungkook where you can bask in his sleeping form - blanket covering his lower limbs, head turned to the side, giving you a beautiful view of his gorgeous neck, lips slightly parted where his soft snores escape, and tattooed right arm raised above his head. His chest rises and falls, and he’s stunning this way - no problems or worries, no fears or concerns. You want to kiss the plane of his torso until they’re marked by your love, by your desire, but your own pleasure.

You look back at the semi-finished work in your sketchbook. You’ve been into drawing since you started classes a few months ago, and you’ve found joy in just being able to draw what you see in charcoaled ink. It’s more practical, too, although you’re definitely biased with painting.

You gaze outside - foggy window now clearing up but the view of the ocean from the little glass rectangle is enough inspiration. There’s so much beauty outside, but so is here, inside, in your own little paradise with the man you love the most.

“Drawing me again?” Jungkook’s low, morning voice gets your attention. He shifts to lie on his side, arm propped up to cradle his head while he cheekily smiles at you. “I know I’m a good muse, babe, and it’s nice to know you’re a little obsessed with me.”

“I am not,” you shake your head and scrunch your nose. “I’m drawing this little space to remember.”

You show him what you’ve done, with the white wooden panels surrounding the window and the view outside. The overhead lamps are included, and a silhouette of a man under the covers.

You heat up at his first statement, though. You’ve drawn him another 2 times after painting him naked after you won your bet, and he’s right, he’s an amazing muse. He’s got a sculpted body, and drawing him is an excuse to ogle and appreciate all that he is physically.

“That’s pretty,” he hums, shifting towards you to lie on his stomach now. He removes your sleeping socks and starts kissing your ankles. “But I really hoped you drew me again, though. I like knowing how you see me. I like seeing how I look when you look at me.”

His lips trail upward - to your knees then your inner thighs. You hold your breath and grip your drawing pad, the dampness in your underwear now pooling.

“Honey, what are you doing?” You croak, biting your lip as you feel his warm breath on your clothed cunt.

He nibbles your mound before he slides the cover to the side, his tongue sliding past your lips before you feel him flick his wet muscle on your now throbbing clit.

“Having breakfast,” he moans, diving further into your cunt that has you jerking against the wall.

“It’s, uhm—” Your voice breaks as you let out a satisfied moan, your eyes closing as you feel his languid movements against you. He’s being gentle and that’s what you need; you haven’t recovered from last night, if you’re being honest.

“What was that, babe?” He asks, smirking, as he finally removes your underwear and spreads you out for more access.

“Nothing, just, uh… just keep going.”

“I intend to,” he grunts, gripping onto your hips now and pushing you against his mouth.

You’re heaving as you savor the pleasure he’s giving you. The view of his head between your thighs adds to the sensation, so do his flexed arms as he holds onto you, his taut and perfectly-lined back, his smooth and large thighs, and his fine ass that’s clenching as he exerts all his efforts in eating you out. He’s so gorgeous, it’s insane. And he’s gobbling you up like you’re the only meal he needs.

You’ve let go of your sketchbook now, and his hand travels upward to fondle your breast, and it’s what has you shaking, keening, moaning his name as you feel your orgasm build up again. You comb your fingers through his long locks, pulling them slightly as you grind against his mouth. His moans send vibrations all over, and you’re crying in pleasure before you tell him you’re close, and it’s his nip on your nub that has you letting go, enjoying the ride of your high as you come down from it.

He gets on his knees and smirks at you, hand wiping your essence from his mouth and sighing satisfyingly.

“Fuck, I’m full.”

“No, you aren’t,” you tease, knowing that at the end of the day, food is food and he always needs to have his fill in the morning.

“Well, my dick is,” he chuckles, standing up now to point at his hardened length against his torso.

“Let me, then,” you reach out, stroking him gently. “I can make iced coffee and then you can enjoy it while I make you feel good.”

You’re almost pleading. He knows that you want to pleasure him just as much as he pleasures you, though he’s selfish sometimes. He loves your sound more than anything, but he does admit that seeing you on your knees triggers something primal in him that has him yearning for you even more.

“Okay, babe. Panties off, though.”

He sits on the stool across the tiny kitchen and watches you work. You playfully groan at him when you find out he’s put all the things you need on the top shelf, which means you have to reach up to them. Your sweatshirt raises as you do, giving him a peek of your bare ass, which he squeezes to your surprise.

Jungkook is already hard just watching you move about, in this tiny space while wearing his white oversized sweatshirt that looks better on you. You turn to him with a cup of iced coffee, then you kneel in front of him, shy smile on your face after he takes a sip and moans; you’d like to think it’s also because you got his drink right, and not just because of your hand that’s stroking his aching member already.

“It’s good, babe,” he nods, and then you work, taking him in your mouth, as deep as you could go, and bobbing your head up and down as you swallow him whole.

It doesn’t take long for Jungkook. You take him so well, knowing the pace and the movements that make him lose his mind. He’s coming in your mouth in no time, and your nose scrunches at his satisfied face, liking that you get to make him feel this way, too.

He pulls you up to sit on his lap and he hugs you tightly, amorously, taking in your morning scent and how comfortable you feel.

“I love you,” he whispers in between giggles. “Now, uh, can we eat?”

You cook your spam and eggs kimchi rice breakfast outside. You chill on the sofa with soft music after, thankful that the rain has stopped and it’s a perfect-looking day. You lay on Jungkook’s lap this time, enjoying the cool breeze and the sound of the waves. You both go for a swim after, taking in the cold feel of the water and then sunbathing for a little bit before preparing lunch of sausage and ramyeon.

You spend the early afternoon doing your own things - Jungkook does his exercise and strolls down the beach, while you sit comfortably on a chair near the water with your sketchbook in hand, wanting to capture the scenery before you.

After cleaning up and taking a shower, you nibble on crackers and cheese before heading back to return the caravan - with nothing broken, fortunately - and then drive home to Seoul. You pass by a nice lake on the way and watch the sunset there, then find a nice family-run noodle house for dinner.

You’re now settled in bed - tired, but satisfied and happy. Jungkook is lying on your chest as he often does when you both sleep, and he looks up at you with a curious look.

“When do you plan to get your tattoo?”

“Hmm, maybe in a few weeks. Why?”

“Can you make sure your artist is a woman?”

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jester089 · 5 months

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I loved your "more then merrier" headcanons and I was wondering could you write headcanons for the rest of the tadc crew as well! Love your works!

More the merrier (Part 2)

Apologies on this taking so long life has been kinda rough. And I've been taking up tons of new hobbies. I've been busy.

Caine

He the others freaks out when coming face to face with himself. I mean it definitely isn't the first time. But this time the double feels more real and not just a AI. It takes him a bit but once he's used to it he actually really enjoys having two of him. Can get double the things done in half the time. When their are two Caine's he can have one run the circus like always and have the other with you. This way nothing gets left alone and he can learn why he feels differently about you. Overall it's a good thing. Only real downside being when both start an adventure without informing the other making the entire circus be extra chaotic till he realizes what happened.

Reader

When Caine found you. Or rather you two, he doesn't react as much as you would expect. It's when he failed to get rid of the copy that he seemed surprised. He would probably put you both in cages so whatever this is doesn't spread. After checking over your code he realizes that it isn't a virus. It is literally just you. But two of you. The majority of your time from then on is Caine testing different things to see what happens. Usually Caine has overall control of everything. But since you double he doesn't. He can't so much as change the outfit your wearing. He doesn't even know what caused this yet it completely takes away his control. It worries him.

Zooble

When you walked in on two Zooble's you thoughts that her spare parts came to life. But they both have the same parts. With two Zooble's I can see it going one of two ways. 1. They accept the other and team up making it basically impossible to mess with them or you. It really would just feel like one Zooble with double the physical capabilities. I mean she doesn't talk much no matter how comfortable she is with someone so not too much would change in words, just acts. 2. She strikes me as the self loathing type so upon meeting herself she's forced to come to terms with a lot. That makes her hate the double and actively avoid herself. If that happens good luck cause no matter which you choose to spend time with the other will get jealous and borderline pissed that they weren't picked. Now if it goes the first way or you get the two to be ok with each other then you can keep on living. She does have to watch her mouth with you more though. Before she would say something mean and not really mean it. But if two people do that it feels much more real, and true. So she is constantly watching her mouth with you now.

Reader

With two of you again I don't feel like that much would change. You would be able to help Zooble find her parts easier or keep her safer but past that not much difference. It will be a little problematic finding space for two of you on the bed for movie nights but she takes their being two of you surprisingly well. She's a super independent person who can easily handle her own so you wont really have problems to fix that one of you couldn't do.

Kinger

I've mentioned before that I feel Kinger isn't crazy. Not how he's seen at least. The circus is a crazy place and Kinger is just adapted. He is lonely however. He's been here so long and lost so much. With two of him it surprisingly doesn't get worse. Kinger is amazing at comfort we all know this. So with two of him he's able to keep himself calm and safer. Not being as easy a target for Jax or other creatures. Not being as susceptible to losing it. All you really have to do is make sure he knows you still love him and he's a happy king. Trust me when I say two Kinger's could calm down just about anyone. Including himself. He's well spoken and courteous and is one of those people who is naturally really good at comfort.

Reader

Oh geez. You're gonna make him pass out from stress. He's amazing to be around and genuinely loves you. But as I said he's lost a lot. And he's been so worried about losing you. That caused a lot of stress, anxiety, and overall worry. Their's two of you to worry about now. Despite being borderline scared he isn't going to back down. He knows you, he knows you do your best and are worth his time. If he has to work harder for you he will. And his work gets him double the love from you. When he isn't stressing about it it's honestly lovely for him. You provide as good of comfort as you can give. You are also a overall nice person to talk to and be around. You shoo off his loneliness. And with two of you he never really has to be alone. Everyone needs some alone time every now and again but just being around you makes his days better.

(Sorry again this took so long. But I hope you enjoyed it.)

xoxo, Jester

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #caine x reader #zooble x reader #kinger x reader #noob author #not beta'd

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fckyouiwontdowhatyoutellme · 10 months

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Feels like poking a hornets nest with all the shit going down in this fandom but anyways~

some headcannons i have about Steve and Eddie and probably some general ones as well:

- the only time Eddie wears his hair not open is when Lucas asks if he can practice braids to help Max with it

- Steve's music taste is actually a little bit of everything. If he likes a song he doesn't give two shits about the genre, tho he prefers mostly rock

- it actually takes a few months for the non-Hellfire members of the Party to warm up to Eddie, because lets be honest: he can really be a dick

- it takes the same amount of time and a few cold shoulders and a 'man sometimes you're as bad as Steve was' for Eddie to realize how much of a dick he was

- Both Steve and Eddie can cook, nothing extravagant but their skills are enough to not destroy the kitchen and for the food to taste good

- They're both bisexual desasters who always knew they liked both in a 'huh okay, I guess I like guys too. Neat more options' way. But because they're smalltown queers they know the risks and stay quiet about it

- Steve told Robin in the bathroom that he likes dudes too

- Corroded Coffin know about Eddie and are cool with it

- Eddies bandana has absolutely nothing to do with flagging, its just a part of his outfit like his rings (he learns about it much later and is so embarrased )

- Steve knows how to romance girls, we all know that but when he tries with guys its a fine line between sucess and faliure and he is actually a bit scared of blatantly flirting because he knows how fast shit can go sideways.

- Eddie has the same problem as Steve

- Eddie also pretty much hates all of the typical cheesy romance shit but will melt if his partner takes his hand first or kisses him first

- Them coming out to each other happens when Eddie babbles along about some cute person he saw and slips up with the pronouns, instantly being mortified of loosing someone or getting punched but Steve's just like 'oh you too, huh funny. Anyways what was it about him that you liked so much?'

- both of them have pulled an accidental Han Solo, answering to 'I love you' with 'I know'. For both of them it was because they panicked. It also happened later with each other

- whenever Eddie wears some big ass boots, he wears some funky socks in them plus a pair of wool socks he got from Wayne

- to Robin they're Dingus and Dork or DnD for short

- it literally takes them 4 years to get their shit together and date. (Getting to know each other properly, getting their weird teenage rivalry out of the way, getting past all the highschool hierarchy bullshit (tho this applies mostly to Eddie), getting closer through the years and only then it sparks)

Part 2

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wibble-wobbegong · 1 year

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What are your thoughts on the wild fluctuation of Mike's outfits in s2? He's either wearing his fancy ass collared argyle sweater OR a blue hoodie that's falling off one shoulder half the time

The juxtaposition always gets to me

OH MY GOD this was actually something me and @aemiron-main talked about once and i think his perspective differed a little but also was incredibly based so he’s getting @ ed in case he wants to jump in on this

this is something that happens every season, but mike’s clothes always tend to parallel ted’s. for the two outfits you’re talking about, here’s ted’s versions of them

same hoodie, same argyle print. there are a few key differences though

I know your original question was about the difference between mike’s outfits, but first i wanna look at each of them in relation to ted. at their base, both of these colors are light grays, arguably white, and white is a color a heavily associated with self acceptance or living the truth (think el at the end of s4 or nancy’s halloween outfit when she admits to not loving steve). both ted and mike are comfortable in who they are on some level this season. yes, mike is insecure as always, but he knows what his goals are and he’s strong in his relationships with the people around him. the first two seasons are mike at his most confident, and mike doesn’t hold back his emotions this season nearly as much as he does in the later ones. he’s not afraid of himself here. ted seems to be pretty okay with being the stalest man alive

so the difference? ted’s clothes are particularly plain in comparison. there’s nothing else adding to his personality, he’s mostly a blank slate. he’s the epitome of normal, which makes it easy to accept who he is. mike’s, however, maintain the pattern of horizontal stripes. we see it in pretty much all of his outfits in season 1 and 2. the costume designers talked about including triangles in robin’s s3 outfit to indicate queerness, but in my opinion there’s an even more obvious design choice that indicates queerness. stripes.

we see stripes in a lot of will’s outfits too, but an even more obvious example of this design choice are the scoops ahoy outfits

steve has horizontal stripes, but compared to robin?? the stripes go unnoticed in steve’s outfit, but robin is shoving the stripes in your face because they’re an important part of the outfit.

what does that mean for mike’s outfits? mike has self confidence, but there’s more to it than that. there’s also that indicator of queerness that greatly differs from ted. it’s directly showing us that mike is different from ted through the clear change in pattern.

the jacket itself also works as an indication of how open mike is being with his queer feelings. i’m of the belief that mike realized his feelings in s2, hence the repression kicking in during s3, and his jacket gives us a visual of mike slowly realizing his own feelings, unconsciously at first but by the time the jacket is open his feelings towards will become more and more obvious

the jacket slowly opens up, starting where you can barely see the shirt underneath, to it being more open at the top when he goes to the byers and it stays like that up until will goes to the hospital. we don’t really see mike’s jacket until the scene where will is trying to recall his memory. mike was probably starting to pick up on something here, considering we can literally see him getting shy about it, which we haven’t really seen from him before (crazy together wasn’t really shyness in the same way though there were soft smiles. mike was more entranced by will and feeling the warmth of no longer feeling alone than he was being shy like he is here)

even though he’s starting to question things, i don’t think he fully understands what he’s feeling till his shed monologue, which adds the half lighting we see in s3 and 4 in regards to mike’s romantic life

mike has one other outfit with this hoodie

his undershirt is the polar opposite of the one we see him wear with will. where his other shirt has a light under-color and blue and yellow stripes, this shirt has a much darker under-color and the the stripes are very thin, barely visible blue bands followed by prominent red and white. mike’s relationship with el in the way we last saw it (romantic) isn’t opening mike to being who he really is and we can barely see himself in these moments. a lot of his feelings for el are rooted in survivor’s guilt, feeling indebted to her, and grief. that small bit of white shows that some of his care for el is legitimate, but only on a deeper level; he cares for el at her core, but a lot of mike’s current perception is rooted in things that aren’t true to himself because he’s gay and isn’t actually romantically interested in el

but yeah! hope that makes sense!! i’m writing this during my psych class lmao

#asks #mike wheeler #byler

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unhappycylinder · 1 year

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Gonna Be Trouble (Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x F!Reader) Part 1

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Female Reader

Word Count: 3049

Warnings: none really, just some anxiety about school ig (reader is in college), flirty hangman, awkward reader, fluff and flirting to a concerningly self-indulgent point

Summary: Y/n goes back to her hometown airshow to escape the stress of school for a weekend and reconnect with her childhood passion. Hangman just happens to be a demo pilot at this same air show and falls for y/n instantly. Part 1 of idk how many but this will be ongoing and will move beyond the airshow pretty quickly. Strangers to lovers arc. Hangman is a sucker for a smart woman what can I say...

Part 2 Part 3

The sun was just setting under the desert horizon and you still had an hour and a half before you were back in Las Vegas. You had moved away to go to college three years ago and were looking for literally any excuse to escape the hell-hole that was university and reconnect with yourself. Years of books, essays, exams, and frat parties had taken their toll on you and your health (and your liver but we don’t have to unpack that yet because you literally turned 21 a month ago).

Anyway…even though planes weren’t your main thing anymore, you still loved them. Everyone has a soft spot for their childhood obsession. Most kids loved dinosaurs or the Titanic or horses, but not you, no…the American military’s aviation department really tickled your fancy when you were in elementary school. You even wanted to be a pilot for a while, contemplated joining the Navy and everything, but your family’s academic goals put a stop to that pretty quickly.

There was a quaint hotel within a few miles of base that you opted for instead, deciding to take the shuttle to and from the air show each day.

As your music played quietly over the car radio you finally got some time alone with your thoughts. Time to unpack all the crazy shit that had happened to you since college started, and time to think about what was next for you after you graduated next year. You decided that you were going to focus on yourself this weekend and nobody else. You’d silence your phone, try not to take pictures and post much on Instagram, and for the love of God you’d leave your barren dating apps alone cause lord knows nothing was gonna happen there.

“Love Me Tonight” came on the radio and you turned up the volume, swaying to one of your favorite songs as you passed the final mountain and saw Las Vegas in the distance, sighing in relief that your 15 hour day had finally come to an end.

–The Next Morning–

You only heard two gunshots outside your hotel last night, which to be fair was pretty chill for a night in Vegas, and the sunrise indicated that it was time for you to start getting ready for your day on base. You wanted to beat the crowd so you could have time to check out all the static displays before trying to find a seat in front of the runway.

Throwing on an outfit of leggings and a tight black long-sleeve with a denim bomber jacket on top, you finished getting ready before leaving your hotel room.

Hopping on the shuttle, you realized the only open seat was next to a man in his 70s wearing a Vietnam War Veteran ball cap who was blankly staring out the window with a slight frown on his face.

“Excuse me sir,” you said, “can I sit here?”

He perked up almost instantly and shuffled lightly towards the window, patting the seat gently and smiling up at you.

“Of course honey, it’d be a pleasure”

“Are you here with your family, or is it just you today?” You asked, leaning in to make sure he heard you

“Just me I’m afraid. My grandkids all live out of state and well my wife passed not too long ago. It’s just me now, and I haven’t missed one of these shows in years” he nodded

You smiled at him and nodded, “Me too. I used to come every year as a kid and this is my first time back since starting college”

“Oh how wonderful! What do you study?”

You and the old man chatted for what felt like half an hour but was really only the 10 minute ride to base. His name was Hank and he served two tours of Vietnam when he was 19. He met his wife, Marlee, a couple months after the war at an air show in California where he was promoting a veterans organization and they were married for forty-five years. He asked you about college, family, your interest in planes, and complimented you any chance he got. When the bus parked he struggled to get up, pulling out a cane from in between the seats and trying his best to wiggle his way out of the bus until you grabbed ahold of his other arm and helped him off the vehicle and through the air show gates.

“You know y/n you remind me an awful lot of my wife when I first met her. She looked just like you…” he paused, studying your face, “did her hair the same way, talked the same way you do”

“Aw thank you Hank that’s really kind,” you brought your hand to your chest and smiled at him, he beamed back.

“You know I hope you get to experience a life like me and my Marlee did, I just know it’ll happen for you”

You thanked him again and smiled, it was a sweet thing for him to say and you didn’t have the heart to tell him your only romantic endeavors thus far had been one-night-stands off of bumble. He smiled once again and shook your hand, hobbling off with his cane towards a C-5 parked right in front of the gate.

“And y/n,” he said while walking away, “enjoy the air show”

–

A-10s, F-15s, F-16s, F-35s, a B-1, and so many more aircraft that defined your childhood lined the runway along with the frequent hot dog and pretzel vendors. You wandered past each plane, circling them to check out their engines and empennages, taking special note of all the specs and features you used to obsess over as a kid.

“Any questions over here ma’am?” a tall brunette in camo and aviators asked you from beneath the wing of the A-10.

“Oh god, I don’t think so. This was my favorite plane as a kid and I’m just kinda reminiscing about it now,” you responded, squinting from the sun which was over the plane right now

“She’s my favorite too, I mean I’d hope she was cause I fly her, but y’a know”

“What’s it like to fly ‘em?”

“Magnificent ma’am, truly indescribable,” he said while walking closer to you

“I’ll ask you a question about them then if they were your favorite as a kid, how’s that sound ma’am?” He asked, you laughed

“Jeez okay go ahead, hit me with it”

“Alright, how many pounds-” he was cut off by a little kid running up and playing with the ‘remove before flight’ tags on the aircraft

“Excuse me miss” he said in a hurry as he ran to the child and politely but sternly asked him to stop fiddling with the aircraft. You chuckled and shook your head as you walked quickly behind the plane.

It was then that your eye was caught by the most magnificent thing you had ever seen in your entire life. You must have skipped over this part in the brochure online, because nothing would have enticed you more than the U.S. Navy’s very own F/A-18 Super Hornet. If the A-10 was your favorite plane as a kid, the F/A-18 might as well have been the reason you considered a career in the military or pursued anything aviation related at all. This plane was your absolute dream, and you had zero clue one was going to be here.

Completely forgetting your trivia game with the A-10 pilot, you practically ran over to the jet, shedding your jacket in the process. It was still early in the day and this bird was the last display on the lot, so nobody else was in sight. You dropped your jacket to the ground as you approached the jet, scanning every single inch of it, especially the name painted on the side below the cockpit:

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Your eyes were wide as you walked the length of the wing, hovering your hand over the grey metal, being afraid to touch it and damage it. As you got behind the wing however you noticed the beautiful dark blue Navy logo and simply couldn’t resist reaching out to trace your fingers along the gold ribboning which encircled the logo. Just as you made contact with the jet a voice erupted from behind you, making you jump.

“Scuse me ma’am,” it was said in the most delectable Southern drawl you’d ever heard

“Jesus Christ!” You yelled, turning around and immediately shrinking into yourself.

Standing before you was God’s very own favorite creation…literally the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He was in a dark green flight suit and aviators with his dark blonde hair slicked back from a side part. He twirled a toothpick in his mouth, which was twitched into a seductive smile as he peered down at you.

“Sorry,” you struggled to get out, turning red in the face, “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking,” you turned back towards the wing and started walking to pick up your jacket from the nasty ground. A strong hand grabbed a hold of your upper arm before you could take more than a step.

“Darlin’ it's okay, sorry I startled you, didn’t realize you didn’t see me coming up behind you”

He pulled you back in front of him and kept his hand gently on your shoulder, you almost combusted from his touch.

“I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to yell, or to touch the jet, I seriously don’t know what got into me. I mean I just watched a kid get yelled at for doing basically the same thing and now here I am, a grown woman, doing the same exact thing, feeling up the aircraft.” You rambled and he just smiled, letting out a little chuckle here and there, “I don’t mean feeling it up, not like that. Sorry. I mean touching it. I shouldn’t touch government property, that’s a lawsuit waiting to happen…”

“I’m gonna cut you off now darlin’,” he interjected while rubbing your shoulder, “no need to apologize for feeling up my jet, I get it, I feel her up all the time” he winced at his comment.

“...your jet. You’re the pilot?”

“I’d hope so, last I checked that was my name up there on her cockpit”

You both glanced up to the name then down to his name patch on his suit…they did indeed match.

“Lieutenant Jake Seresin ma’am, callsign Hangman,” he removed his hand from your shoulder and held it out for you to shake it

“Y/n Y/l/n” you responded, placing your smaller hand in his and giving it a firm shake. He glanced down at your hands as you shook them.

“You got a strong handshake there miss y/l/n, you sure you’re not in the military?”

You chuckled, “no sir, thought about it, but no. I guess I just have big hands?”

You held your hands up in front of you and wiggled your fingers, making Jake laugh.

“C’mere,” Jake said as he stepped towards the jet where you had been looking earlier, motioning for you to follow.

“She’s an F/A-18E Super Hornet, but we like to call them-”

“The Rhino,” you cut him off, looking up at him with wide eyes

“So you’re a plane nerd, huh?” Jake asked, leaning against the fuselage of his jet

“Sorry. I used to be. These were my dream plane, I always wanted to fly them”

“You can touch it,” Jake smiled at you, you were still standing a good 2 feet from the jet, afraid to get any closer.

“No really it's okay, I don’t need to-”

“Come here,” Jake grabbed your right hand and pulled you towards him as he rested against the plane. You two stood there face to face for a second, inches from each other, hands interlocked, before Jake stood behind you and lifted your hands to touch the Navy logo together. His large calloused hand rested on top of yours as he guided your hands in a circle around the logo, his chest bumping into your back when you had to reach a little farther to touch the top of it.

“It’s a beautiful jet lieutenant” you said as you touched the plane, you felt his breath hitch when you said that last word. You looked over your shoulder to face him, his face inches from yours, his eyes more visible now through his sunglasses.

“You sticking around for the whole day?” He asked, removing his hand from yours and resting it against the jet so you were between him and the jet, enclosed by his arm.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here both days all day” you said, looking up at him, blushing beyond belief. How you were functioning right now was beyond you.

“Good. I’m gonna be taking her up in a few hours and I’d love for you to watch me. Maybe after I land we could go out for a drink,” he smirked, twirling the toothpick with his tongue to the other side of his mouth. God this man was doing unspeakable things to you.

“Are you asking me on a date?” You said with absolute disbelief, chuckling as if it was a joke. No part of you could believe that an actual in-person man was asking you out for the first time, and it was even more unfathomable that that man was the sexiest fighter pilot in the entire U.S. Navy.

“I suppose I am miss y/l/n, if you’d have me,” he said, his confidence wavering the slightest bit after your response.

“I can’t believe it. There’s no way! Look at you!” You gestured up and down to him

“Look at me? Darlin’ you must not have a mirror cause all I’m seeing in front of me is pure beauty. You’re gorgeous sweetheart, and damn smart too” Jake brought his hand off the plane to fix a stray hair that had stuck to your lip gloss, tucking it behind your ear.

“I-” you began but you couldn’t seem to form the words, “Yeah, yes. You’re perfect. Drinks after you fly, I’ll be there.” That was apparently the most coherent thing you could come up with.

Jake smiled a million dollar smile and took his sunglasses off his face, resting them on the zipper of his suit. His eyes were a gorgeous light green and they creased at the sides when he smiled, making you absolutely melt. He bent down until his mouth was right next to your ear, his warm breath sending chills down your neck.

“I’m looking forward to it Y/n,” he practically growled, “meet me back here after the demo,” he planted a soft kiss on your cheekbone as he pulled his head back, winking at you once you finally got the courage to make eye contact with him.

All you could do was smile and nod as Jake walked away and returned with your jacket,

“Don’t want you forgetting this darlin’, gotta stay warm, don’t want you catching a cold before our date,” he beamed.

You smiled up at him as you took your jacket, intentionally running your hand down his as you took the fabric, making his eyes widen and stare deeper into yours.

“You’re gonna be trouble for me, I can already tell,” he smirked and spun on his heels, walking over to a family approaching the nose of the aircraft. You stood behind the wing clasping your jacket in front of you, too shocked to move or think.

“What the actual fuck,” you whispered as you shook your head and started walking towards the stratotanker to the left of the jet. You fixed your hair as you walked, fiddling with the strands to alleviate your anxiety about whatever just occurred. Jake focused on the way your ass moved under those leggings as you walked away from his jet, completely ignoring the kid in front of him asking him a gazillion questions about his plane. He was right, you were definitely going to be trouble for him.

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This is just part 1!! Let me know what y’all think. This is my first time posting a fic to tumblr so pls drop suggestions below!! Part 2 coming soon

#jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake 'hangman' seresin #jake 'hangman' seresin x reader #top gun fic #top gun maverick #top gun #navy

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loopspoop · 4 months

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Figured I would give some general headcanons for the AU besides just physical appearances because I’m bored and also feel like I need to contribute more lmao

Lupin

* has some phantom pains from having his organic limbs removed

* autism and adhd! Our boy is sensory seeking and has a fair few thievery and history based hyperfixations. Ask him about the Jean de la Motte!

* Did have top surgery but he’s Genderfluid! Usually presents as male but we love and respect Miss Marie in this household damnit! (He/She) pronouns but isn’t picky about it

*bisexual and polyamorous! She’s dating everyone in the gang and pops!

*panics over power tools, needles, and loud sounds post cybernetics. It gets a bit better with time but trying to do repairs initially was hell

* started working with the stuff he uses for disguises to cover her cybernetics so she can seem like she’s fully human

*got super depressed once he realized he had cybernetics and had a whole crisis over not being entirely Lupin III anymore

*had a lot of issues with his cybernetics early on with malfunctions and small parts breaking off because the parts were just early installments placed there to hold space before upgrades could be made

* had the sensitivity turned up pretty damn high early on so Mad could keep him captive since it’s hard to move when everything hurts and you’re trying to recover from surgeries

* had pretty severe panic attacks early on that the gang had to learn to help her through

Goemon

* had top surgery but is non-binary! (He/they) respect pronouns or he will slice you in half!

* did everyone’s top surgeries actually (except Fujiko, she did hers medically)

*asexual and panromatic! (In a queer platonic relationship with Pops and Fuji, dating Lup and Jigen)

*will chop bigots in half

*autistic! This is basically canon anyways though. They literally always wear the same outfit and eat specific foods or won’t eat at all I mean come on!

* they take every chance to pick everyone up

* when having a hard time he seeks physical comfort by laying with Jigen and Lup (usually has them act as weighted blankets for him)

* is definitely a mother hen but less of one than Jigen. They usually tag team mother Lup and then get on to each other when they aren’t doing enough self care

* guess what…they know how to drive and use a phone in this AU! They just don’t rely on these things as much as the others so it makes him seem like he can’t

* knows the most medically out of everyone which is good because the others are always getting hurt somehow

* very good at deep breathing as a way of self regulation which helps when things are stressful! They all take some time to do group breathing together

* they know sign language! They try their best to teach the others too

* collected a lot of books on robotics and swiped a lot of Mad’s notes and parts to keep up with Lup

*also emotional support for repairs and checkups. He had to hold Lup down the first few times (they all do not regard these memories fondly at all but it had to be done)

*has a sweet tooth and actually eats properly in this AU!

* has visual snow syndrome (look it up I also have it)

Jigen

* he has anxiety! He just usually forces himself to not panic about stuff until the danger has passed. He shoves it deep down inside (not healthy at all sir)

* mother hen along with Goe. He’s a tightass about self care except for with himself which is when Goemon gets involved

* resident weighted blanket for the others (he’s very warm)

* gives the others ice to keep them calm in stressful situations (saves sour candies for Lup too)

* he puts his hair up a lot and usually puts up Goe and Fuji’s too

* when he gets stressed he closes himself off from everyone so he doesn’t blow up

* doesn’t like wide open spaces from his days in service because he feels too exposed

* wears his hat because his eyes are sensitive

* he’s secretly a good poet (he will never let the others know this)

* he turns on the live cam wildlife videos for everyone to watch to relax

* autistic? Who knows. Not Jigen

* he is gay. He is demisexual and he is trans 😌 (he/him) pronouns. Goemon did his top surgery! (He’s dating Lupin and Goemon, queer platonic with Pops, situationship with Fuji)

* he has OCD (wow he’s just like me!)

* had a hard time being overly protective of everyone after what happened to Lupin but had to learn to reign it in when everyone got too tired of him being that way

* does repairs on Lupin’s cybernetics because his hands are so steady

* knits and sews for everyone and because the repetitive motion calms him down

* when they first got out of Mad’s lab and Lup was not doing so great in recovery, Jigen would sing to him when the others weren’t around. Goemon would catch him and listen from time to time and take up the same practice when they forced Jigen to take breaks

Fujiko

* does everyone’s nails (she’s spectacular at getting their colors perfect)

* helps Lup with his cosmetics to cover his cybernetics to make them more realistic

* gets everyone comfort clothing (they’re stylish and comfortable obviously)

* takes care of the boys hair because they deserve soft clean hair

* helps Goemon get Japanese food wherever they are in the world

* Aromantic! Queer platonic polyamorous with everyone (idk what to label her and Lup, she loves him just not in the conventional way yknow? They have s3x and love each other just.. not conventionally!)

* gives great advice honestly

* gives a lot of her comfort through gift giving and general acts of kindness

* does the heists when Lup is in recovery so that they have money to fall back on

*doesn’t double cross everyone like in canon because they love each other damnit

* steals parts from leading robotics scientists for Lupin to use

Zenigata

* bisexual! He’s dating Lupin and queer platonic with everyone else

* insomniac central get this man some weed or something so he can sleep

* knows sign language as well!

* bites stuff when he’s frustrated (a lot)

* did a LOT of research and safeguarding for Lupin (and for future chases obviously but let’s not get ahead of ourselves)

* surprisingly good at getting Lupin and the others through panic attacks and the like

* gives Lupin chocolate coins when he’s down (idk why it’s just cute and I like it)

* helps Jigen with doing Lupin’s repairs

* he’s actually staying with them once he figures out Lup is down for the count for a while because he feels guilty. He’ll act like he’s keeping tabs for ICPO but he’s actually just doing gay shit

#goemon ishikawa xiii #lupin iii #lupin the 3rd #goemon #jigen daisuke #lupin the third #fujiko mine #zenigata #jigen #jigen lupin the third #Midnight Jacket AU #Cyborg!Lupin #ot5

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gwenthebard · 5 months

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TELL! US! ABOUT! YOUR! OCS!

OH SOMEONE ACTUALLY ASKED

OKAY THIS IS GOING TO BE A LONG ASS POST, LETS TALK ABOUT MY TWO MAIN OC CATEGORIES

Pathfinder OCs and Fallout OCs. My Pathfinder OCs are primarily based around the Montague family of Ustalav, my Fallout OCs are primarily based around game MCs plus one TTRPG oc

Honestly I've written fan fiction about all of them, but I'm absolutely too terrified to share that

Buckle up y'all

MONTAGUE FAMILY

The Montague family are Ustalav nobility, all disappointments to each other and all fucked up in their own and unique ways. I sort of have art for them, but it's just Hero Forge screenshots from them being largely game characters.

In alphabetical order:

Alaela Montague

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 123

Height: 5’4 (163 cm)

Ancestry: Elf

Class: Cleric

Likes: Her kids, Bad Boys, Adventure, Sex, BDSM

Dislikes: Settling Down, Purity Culture, Losing

Fun Facts:

Parents are wealthy merchants in Absalam, but extremely disappointed in their daughter’s life choices and don’t talk to her much.

The collar is not part of her uniform

Alaela's a bad ass Cleric of Calistria who fell in love with her husband after she tried to kill him on a dare and he found it really funny. They got married, but after having the triplets she realized she was missing a life of adventure. She waited until they were 12, said "I'm sure they won't get mommy issues if I leave now" and left.

She still regularly writes her kids letters, somehow knowing where they are even when theyre adventuring. Every year she hosts a family dinner where everyone's invited, but attendance is inconsistent.

Bella Montague

Pronouns: She/They

Age: 63

Height: 6’3 (190 cm)

Ancestry: Dhampir human

Class: Cleric

Likes: Helping people out, Howl, meeting new people, Unions

Dislikes: Vegetables, Alcohol, Capitalism

Fun Facts:

Is in horrible need of wearing her glasses, but thinks they make her look like a nerd.

Became a cleric to try and see her mom more (it didn’t work)

Bella's the middle child of the Montague triplets, and was actually the first of them I built. She's very much a jock, terribly built, and is a charismatic herbo who gets by on the fact no one asks her anything too complicated.

She can't hit anything, will eat or drink anything you hand her, and has built a slow resistance to poison from Howl testing his poisons on her since they were kids. They will do literally anything an older woman tells her to, and has accidentally unionized war camps.

Delilah Montague

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 63

Height: 6’3 (190 cm)

Ancestry: Dhampir human

Class: Witch

Likes: Death, Necromancy, The Eyes That Watch, Salem, Sally

Dislikes: Food, Baths, Bella

Fun Facts:

Uses Embalming fluid as her perfume

Sally is the only one allowed to fix her hair or pick her outfits

I'm actually playing Delilah in an Alkenstar game, and she's probably my favorite. Having suffered from sleep paralysis since she was a kid, on the first birthday after her mom left the creature in the shadows, the Eyes That Watch, sent her a cat as a birthday present. Salem's a talking cat who ambiguously hints he was once human, and is a himbo

She takes terrible care of herself, having not taken a bath or brushed her hair in decades now. Her outfit was white when and blue when she was given it, and she's never purposefully dyed it. Delilah often has to be forced to eat by Salem, though at the same time he eats most of her rations for her.

Howl Montague

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 68

Height: 6’6 (198 cm)

Ancestry: Vampire human

Class: Alchemist

Likes: Fashion, Sewing, Fiber Arts, Bella

Dislikes: Blood, messes, insects

Fun Facts:

Made the main outfits all of the triplets normal wear (armor withstanding)

Bella is the only one who gets to hear about how his experiments are going (she's the test subject)

Howl is the oldest Montague child, and is proud of having the best fashion sense. He wakes up every morning and decides he's the most impressive person in the country. Having trained to be an alchemist since a young kid, he specializes in mutagens and poisons.

Howl is a disaster pansexual and has a habit of falling fast and falling hard for every man and woman he meets. Absolutely has never gotten a date and never will, because he has negative game. Sally tried setting him up once on a blind date and he panicked and poisoned himself to have an excuse to leave early.

Kolro Montague

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: ???

Height: 7’5 (226 cm)

Ancestry: Vampire human

Class: Fighter

Likes: Bloodshed and massacre, subjugating the masses, torture, his wife

Dislikes: His kids, his life choices

Fun Facts:

Spends an hour every morning styling his hair and beard

Makes sure to schedule a collective twenty four hours of bonding time with each of his kids each year to seem like he cares

Kolro's family had ruled their territory in Ustalav for some time before he became a vampire. Killing his own father, he took up the titles and has ruled the territory with an iron fist ever since, his cruel exterior only pierced by Alaela.

Kolro has no idea how to raise kids, and literally thinks his kids aren't properly adults until they try to kill him and steal his titles and lands. None of them have tried to do so, and none hold a demeanor close to his, leading to constant disappointment. He's not sure how to interact with his kids in a way that's not encouraging murder or discussing the philosophy of war.

Salem Catenhagen

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: ???

Height: Cat

Ancestry: Cat

Class: Cat

Likes: String, fish, catnip, women, flare for the dramatic, evil schemes

Dislikes: Water, long walks on the beach, The Eyes That Watch

Fun Facts:

Used to be human before betraying The Eyes That Watch

Considers himself the dad who stepped up to Delilah.

Literally just gonna leave this here, what else needs to be said.

Sally Montague

Pronouns:

Age: 63

Height: 6’3 (190 cm)

Ancestry: Dhampir human

Class: Druid

Likes: Her kids, Delilah, her husbands, nature, animals, flowers, trees, birds, bugs, green, brown, purple, pink, red, white, black (list continues indefinitely)

Dislikes: Fighting, anger, bad vibes

Fun Fact:

Stole her pearl necklace from her dad’s private vault as a memory of home

Is wanted in every country for violent acts of ecoterrorism she refers to as her “fixing the vibes in the room”.

Youngest of the Montague triplets, Sally has always been the silliest of the family. Loving peace, happiness, beauty, she was always considered to be a rebel in her family, something she thought stressful. When she fell in love with a halfling bard at nineteen she panicked at how her family would react and did the logical thing:

She robbed her grandmother's grave and placed the body in her bed, burned down her tower, stole the Montague family pearls, and faked her death for five years while she eloped and had a kid. By the time she returned, everyone was so happy about her being alive they didn't care about her taste in men. She primarily lives in a halfling commune with her three husbands and scores of kids and grandkids, but occasionally goes on trips to perform ecoterrorism.

FALLOUT OCS

These have a lot less information, mostly because most of them are my character headcanons and the one TTRPG one I've never gotten a chance to play in a game so it's just for my custom setting

I have a picture of my Sole Survivor OC, literally shitty "took picture of screen" because was playing her recently, but not even Hero Forge art for others so keep that in mine

Nancy Alberts

Origin: Lone Wanderer

Pronouns: She/Her

Nancy's genuinely hopeful and happy, but also very shy and uncertain about herself. Growing up in the vault she was the type to try and making people like her by being funny, but none of her jokes work in the wasteland so she's just nervous.

Ends up becoming really skilled at using automatic rifles and the like. She wears the power armor she's given while out on quests, but otherwise feels a lot of comfort in wearing her old vault suit while around the house.

She started getting a crush on Butch before she left the vault that she fucking hated and suppressed. They became a relationship of "well we know each other and not many other people" after he left the vault himself, and kinda on again off again until they actually started dating after the game.

Mouse

Origin: The Courier

Pronouns: She/Her

Mouse lost big sections of her memory after getting shot in the head, remembering some vague details but forgetting a lot. Not remembering her actual name, she just remembers people liked to call her Mouse, and she was from farther out west. Wandering back out into the wastes she found herself.

She ends up becoming classic cowboy, using revolvers mostly with occasional non-scoped rifles, wears leathers and coats. She acts cheerful and happy, though is constantly on the verge of an identity crisis and crying regularly as she tries to figure out who she is. Tries staying alone at first, despite meeting few people, but does bring Boone along after helping him out.

Sees Boone as similar sad person for her to relate to, especially since it helps neither talks about their past immediately. Starts to enjoy his company and adds his gifted beret to her normal wardrobe. Starts to get a crush on Boone, but pretty much immediately knows he's never returning that.

Sleeps with Benny planning to kill him and thinking it's the best way to show Boone "not interested", but they end up talking about their feelings and regrets and she forgets to and falls asleep. Wakes up pissed off and tracks him down, ends up letting him go, and gets pissed at herself again and shoots Caesar for the hell of it before leaving. This all makes her realize how desperate she is for someone to talk to, and makes the crush on Boone worse.

Honest Hearts and Lonesome Road happens and she realizes it's not just Boone, she just has the worst taste in men and is touch starved.

She does the Yes Man ending, and tries and help people around her get better as she realizes she's a complete mess. Tries turning herself into a martyr, but friends keep pulling a "I will drag you into loving yourself" point

Julie "Snipes"

Pronouns: She/Her

Origin: Sole Survivor

Julie grew up in the country and was used to needing to hunt and the like, with her dad being a major doomsday prepper. Gladly settled down and became a suburban housewife after growing up with that, trying to put that behind her. After waking up from being frozen she fell back on a lot of that, while spiraling mentally.

Julie believes completely in customization and sufficiency, though how far she takes it can be concerning. She primarily dresses as above and uses a sniper rifle and pipe pistol for close range. She stopped using her husband's name early on, though didn't feel comfortable taking her maiden name. In the end she ended up getting the nickname Snipes for her preferred method of combat.

She alternates rather regularly between being nice and supportive and wanting to go into the Wasteland and fight everything she sees. Generally tries to help others, but at the same time just feels really lost and unsure of how to act in this new world so she falls back on letting others do most of the charity work.

On top of building settlements and falling back on knowledge she has from her past she customizes everything. Her weapons, her armor, even herself in what ways she can. Julie got really into chems after the apocalypse, often making her own and using them during fights.

Doesn't really get over the death of her husband for a long while, not even removing her wedding ring the whole time or living his behind. Becomes really good friends with Hancock and has brief flings with Piper and Macready, but isn't ready for a full relationship. Does Minuteman ending, after the game she ends up retiring to Diamond City with her robot kid to try focusing on herself again.

Morgause

Pronouns: She/Her

Origins: Fallout 2d20 (Custom Richmond Setting)

Morgause is a member of "The Kingdom", a group of ren faire descendents who formed a pseudo-medieval civilization. A member of the noble class, Morgause left it behind to seek a life of her own. Now she wanders the wasteland trying to help smaller civilizations, while escaping bounty hunters her family sends trying to bring her back.

Morgause still dresses in the pseudo-medieval fashion of The Kingdom, wearing long dresses and veils even to fights. Primarily using rifles, she likes to keeps her distance if a fight happens and use her charisma first when possible. Her dialogue's still peppered with the dialect of The Kingdom, though she's been trying to hide it as it's a subject of ridicule the farther out one gets from their territories.

Morgause travels alone mostly, though has recently started taking up group jobs in an attempt to socialize. Not really sure how to act outside the specific context of a noble of a single culture though it's been slow and with plenty of blunders. Her one and only attempt to have asked someone on a date having resulted in laughter

#ask Gwen #my ocs #pathfinder #fallout #thank you so much for asking about this I have been wanting to give people this rant for months now

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