#......he'll give me one of his wH A T

[arminsumi]

♡ 𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!

🔞 mdni / 18+ content

Pairings : fem reader / bully!Gojo Satoru / bully!Geto Suguru

Synopsis : college boy Satoru bullying you around with his best friend

Warnings : bullying kink, degradation, dacryphilia, dirty talk, bl*wjob, p*ssyjob, semi-public s*x, rough s*x, perv behaviors, namecalling (wh*re, sl*t, b*tch), getting caught, threesome, +++

Bully!Gojo who asks Suguru to trip you down the corridors as you walk past them, so that you can fall right into his arms.

"Oopsie..." Suguru says, grinning like a jackass and sticking his leg out. Your face plants into the muscular chest of that white-haired freak, and then he pulls out one of his awful pick-up lines on you; "Fallin' for me, sweetheart? I knew you would eventually." he blatantly stares straight down at your cleavage. "What!" you give them a repulsed look and pull back. Your reaction elicits giggles from your two bullies, and they check out your ass as you walk away in a fit of anger. "... I'd give her backshots 'till dawn." Satoru says, and Suguru shakes his head at his best friend, "You're insane." he says, but Satoru says, "She looks like she needs to get fucked hard."

Bully!Gojo who grumbles and folds his arms, sat in the principle's office after pulling a water-dumping stunt on you just to see your nipples go hard.

He glares at his spiralbound notebook. Instead of writing an apology letter like the principle instructed him to do within an hour, he ends up writing your name over and over and drawing hearts around it, filling the page with little doodles of you as if he's some obsessed high school boy.

Bully!Gojo who loves the squeaks he elicits out of you when he slams and pins you against the wall.

"I bet you get so wet for me when I do this." he taunts, whispering lowly into your ear. "No I don't!" you lie, glaring up at him. He arches his back and bends his knees to level himself with your face, "Liar." he says, lips grazing your cheek. "F—feel for yourself, freak. You'll see I'm not wet..." you bluff. He arches a brow and dips his fingers between your thighs, making you gasp as he presses against your hole through your panties. He just grins, backs away, cockily lifts his chin, and leaves you standing there embarrassed.

Bully!Gojo who muffles your moans on his big hand while caging you with his body in the cramped closet at a college party.

He grinds his crotch against you, making you aware of the size difference between your bodies as his big, heavy cock divides your tiny pussy lips. "I know you need me, baby." he lowers his voice, cautious about getting caught with you in here, "Just say the word and I'll take you to heaven, I promise." he murmurs almost romantically, but before he can fully cast his spell over you, your classmate Nanami Kento draws back the closet door. "Wow. We're at a party, what's wrong with you two?" he scolds. Satoru chuckles guiltily while you just crumble in embarrassment, "Out, out! Stop fucking in my damn closet...!"

Bully!Gojo who loves it when you try to retaliate by spitting on his uniform. It gives him a brilliant idea for the next time you visit his dorm room for a class project.

"Spit on it. Make it sloppier. Good... now choke on me." he shoves your head down on his cock, big hand firmly holding the back of your hair. He makes you take as much of his meaty cock as your tiny mouth can handle. He groans and cums so hard after just a few shallow thrusts into your mouth. "Hey, don't let it fucking spill out, you whore. I want to see you swallowing every. fucking. drop." and damn, his cum is so thick and so much that you nearly choke on it. But that just makes his ego swell.

Bully!Gojo who stalks you like a cat in school, following you down corridors, cornering you in quiet classrooms, getting up in your face.

He doesn't let you breathe, he always closes the spaces and gaps between you and him. He'll be chewing you out for something, calling you a dumb slut while grazing his lips over yours. Arguments always lead to him growling "Shut up..." before slamming his lips onto yours. And when Satoru kisses you? He starts moaning real quick, something about you just makes him weak. Next thing you know, his fingertips are rising up your thighs and daring under your skirt, and your fingers are exploring under his shirt, feeling over his muscles.

Bully!Gojo who fingers you into ecstasy... in the middle of class.

He'll sit himself next to you, and you'll squirm uncomfortably under the scowls you receive from jealous girls. Thirty minutes into the lecture, you whisper-shout under your breath, "Satoru, you're embarrassing me!" and he murmurs back, "No, baby, you're embarrassing yourself with how fucking wet you are. Just listen to that pussy..." he goes harder, the sounds get louder and you can hardly think with how his fingers rub in and out of you. Satoru makes you orgasm on his fingers right there, grinning like a bastard at the feeling. You bet he taunts you afterwards, "I can't believe how slutty you are... you'd be a slutty girlfriend, huh?"

Bully!Gojo who has Suguru apologizing on his behalf all the time.

"I'm so sorry... I swear Satoru's not usually this much of a menace. He's just got a thing for you, haha..." it hurts his lil' heart to see you getting pushed around... sike. Lots of Gojo's gutsy plans originate from his nasty best friend. Satoru can only come up with the most basic shit; stealing your lunch, tickling your back, pinning you to the wall, bluffing how he'll "ruin your life". But Suguru? He's the one with the good ideas; dumping water on you from the balcony to see your cloths sticking to your body, persuading explicit pics out of you, and smirkingly staring at them with a wide-eyed Satoru... who thanks him.

Bully!Gojo who's got the most foul, nasty dirty talk.

"I'm gonna cum, don't stop!" you squeal in the backseat of his car, feeling him pound into you from the back. "Of course you are..." he humiliates you, pounding you harder and harder into your orgasm, "... tell me you're my little whore." he grunts. "I'm your whore!" you squeal, "Again..." he smiles sadistically, "I'm your whooore!" you reply weakly. He pulls you to his chest and grinds deeper inside, "Yeah that's right. You're just my little cock whore."

Bully!Gojo who gets off to you crying.

Tears streak your cheeks and your body shakes; trying to adjust to his size is impossible. He's always too deep, too thick, stretching you out and fucking up your guts like a pornstar. "Aw, can't take it? What a fucking crybaby." Satoru groans, slapping his hips into you back and forth like an animal. He hears you sniffling and moaning for more, "Keep crying; it's gonna make me cum so hard..."

Bully!Gojo who bets your pussy on a basketball game with Suguru and makes you sit and watch.

"Aw... princess, 'guess it's a draw. You don't mind if we share you, right? After all, sharing is caring. And we all care about each other, don't we?" Satoru smiles. They're sweaty and exhausted, but still have enough stamina in them to pound you. "Come on, show Suguru how sweet your holes feel."

Bully!Gojo and bully!Geto who literally bully their cocks into your pussy one after another, taking turns and telling you how good you feel and how good of a slut you are for them.

"Whose do you like better...?" Suguru asks, but you're too dumbed out, "I dunno! Both!" you squeal. He gives you a dangerous smile, "Aw... well, let's go another round and see." he says, making Satoru laugh, "Oh, I don't think she can handle another round. She's too weak."

Suguru just pushes your legs back, slides too deep inside, and coos, "You're right, Satoru. She takes cock like a bitch... we should train her into the perfect cockslut. Aw, look... she's smiling."

© arminsumi

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This is fictional work.

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[ssentimentals]

dating wonwoo feels like...

being wrapped in your favorite blanket on a chilly summer night. it's a bit windy on the rooftop and you cuddle close to him for the warmth; the sky is so clear and it seems like you can touch the stars if you just reach out - all of it fills your chest with the feeling of rightness. wonwoo makes you feel like you’re in the right place at the right time, exactly where you’re supposed to be - with him.

('do you believe in the theory of multiverse?' you ask in a whisper, staring up at the sky. 'just think of it! there are many, many dimensions, whole universes besides ours. we might not even be together in some of them, might not even know each other!'

wonwoo smiles, turning to look at you. he tucks your hair behind your ear and does it so gently, caressing the skin behind your ear in the process and that makes brightest blush burn your cheeks. 'i think it doesn't exist,' he answers back in a whisper and when you look at him questioningly, he elaborates: 'i mean, universe in which we are not together. it doesn't exist.')

wonwoo looks. he looks and looks and looks and tucks away every single piece of information about you into his heart to the point that he knows what you want better than you do. he is handing you your glasses before you start looking for them, your favorite drink is in his hand before you open your mouth to ask for it, he quietly excuses you both from the party before you turn to him to say that you're tired - he knows you, all of you. you are his favorite book, the good kind, the one that he comes back to re-read again and again, finding new meanings in the same old pages.

(you yawn and open your eyes, immediately finding his already looking back at you. it used to unnerve you a little - this solid focus that wonwoo has on you, the way his eyes never stray away from you - but now you're used to it, you ravel in this undivided attention. 'i think i'm getting sleepy,' you mutter, stretching your legs out and laying on top of him again. 'but i don't wanna move until we finish this chapter.'

wonwoo shakes his head, amused smile playing on his lips as he smoothes down your t-shirt that ranked up high on your back. 'we read this book three times, we both know how this chapter ends. let's move to the bed?'

'no, i's comfy here,' you whine petulantly and his heart squeezes in his chest with a dangerous emotion. you look up and his breath hitches, although not a muscle on his face moved. 'let's stay here, please? you can continue reading. and if i fall asleep you'll wake me up, yeah?'

he nods, knowing very well that you're about to fall asleep in next five minutes and knowing that he won't move, won't wake you up - he'll stay in this position even if it's a bit uncomfortable for him, just so he could savor you like this, unguarded and soft, all for him to treasure.)

dating wonwoo is knowing that it's okay not be okay. emotions can be overwhelming at times and he's here to give you all you need - a shoulder to cry on, a listening ear to rant to, a silent and comforting presence to fall to. he is always respectful of your wishes and boundaries and if it's space that you need then he'll give you one. it's never embarrassing to show your true self because he accepts it with gratefulness.

('how can i help you?' he asks quietly, voice strained. you are sitting at the opposite end of the couch and he hates this distance between you two, but he won't breach it unless you let him. there are tears in your eyes and his fingers itch with a desire to wipe them off and kiss your eyelids-

'just hold me, please.' you whisper and in the next second you're wrapped in his arms, pulled closer to his solid frame that engulfs you in safety and protection.

'you can cry, it's okay to cry,' he says, stroking your back. he places small kiss on top of your head and bites back his own tears. 'it will be alright.')

wonwoo is all about actions and not words. he helps you clean the house, sits next to you on purpose when you're feeling nervous, picks you up at any time and insists on you never walking alone when it's dark, he leaves small notes on the books at the places he knows you'll love. wonwoo is a quiet drive home with a soft tune playing in the background and your fingers interlaced, he is a forehead kiss that leaves you tingling with warmth, he is a companionable silence that never feels awkward.

dating wonwoo is like coming back home, where your favorite dish is waiting for you on the table and a set of clean clothes is set up in the bathroom just for you. it's full of coziness, familiarity and this oh so needed sense of belongingness.

('is it too wishful to think that you belong with me?' he asks and gasps, realizing he said it out loud. this thought's been bothering him for a while now and he usually lets his guard down with you, doesn't filter his thoughts but this? the intensity of what he feels for you scares him and you were not meant to learn this. 'i-'

you shush him by placing your finger against his lips. wonwoo frowns, seeing how your eyes well up with tears. he's ready to apologize but then you kiss him and any other thoughts leave his mind. you pull back, smiling. next words that leave your mouth make his head spin and heart jump out of his chest: 'i think i belong with you too.')

a/n: check out vernon part here and let me know what you think of this one <3

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[roanniom]

Hi Issa 💗 miss you!

could i request my fave from you? teddy!eddie and maybe a lil bratty reader? 👀

no pressure if it doesn’t spark anything. ily.

Leighanne, my love!!! I've been missing you, too!

Teddy!Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, bratty behavior and slight dom!Eddie, PIV/unprotected sex, light spanking

You know better than to be bratty with Eddie. He gives you anything you want, any time you want, so really what's the point of pushing his buttons?

That's what your rational brain usually thinks. But today you had such a good time riling him up. Watching those muscles tense, watching his jaw set and his eyes narrow. You sassed him and questioned him and shook your head defiantly all through dinner out, for no reason other than the fact that you could see the way his fingers turned white against his rings when he clenched his fists in frustration on the booth's leather seat.

Upon returning home, you got your reward sooner than you'd anticipated when Eddie slammed you against the door after closing it.

"I see the game you're playing, baby," he'd whispered, dangerously low in your ear. One hand stayed solid at your hip, keeping you pressed to the door, but the other migrated upwards, sliding over your stomach, between the valley of your breasts and to your throat, which he held gently. "And you know I'd be mad if it didn't turn me on so much, you needy little thing."

That was an hour and two orgasms ago. Now you're on your hands and your knees on the couch with Eddie behind you, fucking into you like it's the last thing he'll ever do.

"That's it, baby, isn't it? Just wanted attention, huh?" he grunts as he thrusts in and out of you at a punishing pace. You're a whimpering mess at this point, unsure what you even want as your body wriggles to both get away from the force of the impact and also push back into him to feel him deeper.

"T-Teddy..." you manage to gasp. Your face mashes down into the fabric of the couch with a moan, making your words even more muffled. "More...more, please."

"So sweet," Eddie muses, hiking your hips up even higher so he can reach a deeper angle, abiding by your wishes even as he teases you for them. "Such a sweet girl now even though you were being such a brat earlier?"

When you don't respond, Eddie gives you what he knows you want - a swift spank to your ass. The brightness of the crack against your skin sizzles through your veins and you cry out.

"Yes!"

"That a yes to my question or a yes to being spanked?" Eddie jokes, pulling out of you and fisting his now creamy cock. You whine at the sudden unexpected emptiness and lift your ass up, almost as if you can entice him to slide back into your waiting cunt. In response to your impertinence, Eddie delivers a light, wet slap right between your legs, making you gasp and surge forward. "Answer me."

"Wh-what was the question?" you ask breathlessly, turning your head to try and look back at Eddie through your daze. Eddie just laughs, leaning back against the arm of the couch and continuing to tug on his cock while watching you watch him helplessly.

"Already gone dumb. Just want to be filled and slapped around a little, isn't that right baby?"

You get shakily back onto your hands and knees and look over your shoulder at him with big, hopeful eyes.

"Yes, Teddy. Please."

When he doesn't immediately get back to fucking you, instead allowing his eyes to go slightly out of focus staring at your puffy, dripping pussy, you whimper. Eddie chuckles and hushes you, shuffling back up behind you and lining himself back up.

"Okay stop whining, Teddy's got you." He slides in deep, landing two back to back spanks to each of your ass cheeks just as he bottoms out in the deepest part of you. It does nothing to quiet you, but your whines do deepen into moans which he has no intention of asking you to stop. Eddie leans forward and peppers kisses to your spine before picking back where he left off with his thrusts.

"Teddy's gonna treat you right."

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Hope you enjoyed!!!

#issa's writing day #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson thots #teddy!eddie munson #teddy!eddie munson smut

[forcebewitht]

If requests are still open, how would the Dorm Leaders react to their female s/o serenading them with a romantic love song?

Songs Of Love (TWST Dorm Leaders x Singer!MC!Reader)

((Thank you so much for the ask, dear Reader! For the readability sake of everyone, I have made it more of a genderless role once again- hope you enjoy! ✨��))

🌹Riddle Rosehearts🌹

RED FACE RED FACE RED FACE

It doesn't matter HOW many times you sing to him in that enchanting voice of yours- he'll either start going partially red in the face from blushing....or he's literally turning into a manifestation of Bob the Tomato from Veggietales

Everytime it's a more romantic love song? It's Bob the Tomato

He'll just freeze up and stop literally whatever he is doing, sweat partially running down his face- but it's not from fear. Oh no

Your voice is just THAT enchanting to him.

Genuinely may think you're a siren (shhh)

If you start, let's say, gently allowing your fingers to walk up his shoulders or anything like that during such a song??

He's out- this man's mind is GONNNEEEE

Practically turns into putty in your hands, really

Any of the harshness in carrying out his rules would just dissipate whenever you sing one of the more romantic songs to him (Ace tries using this to his advantage WAY too much)

"....Hmm? W-what do you mean, "you look as red as your roses right now"? S-so?! I wanted you to- t-to keep going! Of course I'm enjoying it, rosebud! Ah- pardon my increase in volume. But please....do continue."

🦁Leona Kingscholar🦁

Not gonna lie....he's a little- nah, he's EXTREMELY selfish when it comes to hearing your voice

If you start singing for him and they're near anybody else, this man will glare DAGGERS to get them all to scatter

This beautiful song is for HIS ears and his ears only

He'll even just start pulling you away mid-song to have you both sit down somewhere

Always places his head either directly in your lap or on your thigh for MAXIMUM spoiled treatment

Loves it when you start running your fingers through his hair or over his ears during this time (Would he admit to you that he likes being treated like a housecat like that??? No, but you can always hear those dang quiet purrs-)

You start to notice that his tail will start swishing in a particular manner whenever you're singing to him- like a pendulum

Some of his usual tension even seems to fade whenever you do so

First time you sang him a straight out romantic love song, however- he was floored

He didn't really say anything for a while....he was trying to figure out if you truly meant it for him or if you were just singing it like that

I mean....how could such a pretty songbird like you want a lowlife like him, anyways? Vil was right there-

Once he interpreted it by gazing up into your eyes and watching your expression, however- he simply wrapped his arms around your waist and refused to let you go. For hours.

He's definitely more cuddly and clingy than normal whenever you sing him a love song

"Hmm? I'm holding you too tightly? Hah! You should've thought of that before you started singing all sweet to me like that, herbivore~ now, you'd better keep going before I find another way to make that pretty voice come out~"

🐙Azul Ashengrotto🐙

Oh, he TOTALLY uses this to his advantage

First time he heard you sing, he actually had to pause whatever he was doing and just- look up at you

You were PERFECT for a new ways to gather traction for the Monstro Lounge (and perfect for him, obviously-)

Soon enough, you had the sleek attire to fit in with the rest of the Monstro Lounge and the colors to match the overall decor and were singing for the lounge itself

Azul loves to play the piano for you while you sing, and given the piece you are singing, he will even harmonize with you if need be

Absolutely adores it whenever you sit on the piano's edge when you sing- gives him the perfect view- I MEAN the perfect way to ensure that you're seen and heard by all in the restaurant

The first time you sang a romantic song, you partially had turned whilst on the piano and placed a hand near him- not singing to the rest of the lounge anymore

He still continued to play- obviously trying to ignore it so as to not mess up

But soon enough, you were directly in front of him, your hand craning under his chin and making it tilt up to meet your gaze

Yeah- he stopped playing at that point, couldn't take his eyes off you for a moment- but soon picked it back up and made it seem like part of the show

But that look....nearly made him want to melt into you on the spot while you sang like that

After that, he made sure that those types of songs, you only sang whilst in the close quarters of one another

Keep up the good work, and he MAY let you keep....a good portion of the extra earnings from your voice for yourself. You'd be well worth it

"Ah, such an enchanting voice for me, angelfish. You're very lucky I don't just steal it from your very throat so that I may hear it constantly....haha! Just lightly teasing you, my dear. Now then, why don't we pick up where we last left off, hmm? I'll hang up my coat momentarily."

☀️Kalim Al-Asim☀️

This boy thought he was smitten with you before- but he sure as hell was head over heels with you, now

You were that pretty, that smart, AND you could sing???? Crazy!

He likes having you sing with him during his usual Scarabia parties being thrown

He'll pull you up in a little dance or do the dancing for you so you can sing and not run out of breath

Absolutely loves singing whatever it is with you if he knows the words

Praises your voice all the time, and starts buying you things specifically to help better hone it

Lots of honey based products for your throat- he would hate for you to lose your voice singing too much!

Totally now has an entire karaoke machine that just the two of you use during your nights alone together

The first time you sang him a love song, however....it didn't quite click right away

He was too focused on listening and partially waving his arms or whatever he had in his hands along to the beat to cheer you on

Once he did catch on, however, he soon was just....lightly blinking and staring at you for a little while

Is that really what you thought of him....? You really...loved him like that? You would never betray that, right? Of course you wouldn't!

He might've cried once you were done the first time and you were in his arms at the end. A lot (poor Jamil and the tissue usage that night-)

Once the time for tears was shed, he soon was absolutely peppering your face in smooches to show you that he felt the exact same way about you

You were his desert jewel! Of course he loved you the same!

"SNNNIIIFFFFF- I'M SORRRRYYYYYYY FOR CRYING~! It was just so p-pretty~! I-I- didn't know you felt that way about m-me, jewel! T-thank you for the awesome song- sniff~! I-I- want you to know I love you too, okay! P-pinky swear~!"

👑Vil Schoenheit👑

I'm not going to lie- the first time he heard you sing....he was....shook?

He never would expect such an enchanting voice to come out of you like that....but then again, you certainly were always full of surprises for him (one of the many things he loved about you)

You had actually gotten a little scared the first time you sang in front of him- that look in his eyes just made it seem like he wanted to eat you alive

However, that smile that soon followed by his applause was something you don't think you ever would forget

You were good- REALLY good

Duets being sung between you both became quite common after that

You would even use some songs to mess around with him a little bit- making the star snicker to himself or shake his head at your antics

But regardless, your voice always just made his entire day so much more worth it

He helps you to hone your voice even more and to make that almost magical part of you shine as brightly as a diamond as he could

After all, he's been doing it for years like you have but in a more professional standing- so he knew just how to get that to come out

You had surprised him the first time you sang him a love song- he was actually playing along on a piano or something within a shared space, trying to help you out

He soon was feeling your hands gently rub into his shoulders from behind, your sweet scent wafting into his nose as your voice sweetly singing practically was dripping off your tongue like honey

He felt himself get lost in the moment beyond compare, eyes gently flickering shut, body partially leaning back into your hold- is this what love felt like?

It actually took him snapping himself out of that to notice that you had been singing the song to him about him- not just to do it

You soon were sharing a tender kiss with him upon that piano...

He swore that he would make himself as beautiful as could be to be the best for you- and himself- as possible.

"That was....truly beautiful, little sweet potato. Oh, come now- don't look at me like that. I can compliment your sweet little voice without having a "but" following soon after, can't I? Please say you will do more of that for me....and only me."

💀Idia Shroud💀

Did he die??? I think he died-

Well, that is, when he first heard you sing- he surely THOUGHT he had died

What????? He didn't just pass onto the next life or something and WASN'T hearing an angel sing into his ears?? Could've fooled him

Since he himself actually was such an enjoyer of music, he started recording you and adding whatever effects he felt necessary- actually helping you open up an account on a social media platform to support your endeavors (TWST version of YouTube or Spotify, you could say-)

He would help you out to gain more traction and popularity- and you actually started earning money from the fans you started accumulating, which would go towards supporting yourself, Grim, and the Ramshackle Dorm whenever it could

He would get Ortho to help him run algorithms to see what song would gain you the most popularity the quickest for you to immediately do a cover on

Sometimes, he would quietly find himself joining in or just humming along- you were FREAKISHLY good at this, player two

Would literally squeal like a fangirl whenever you would do covers of songs from his favorite band for him

He likes hugging your waist and placing his head on your stomach whenever you do start singing- something about "feeling the music from you"

The first time you sang a love song for him certainly was special

He had set up your usual recording station and was just about to say you were good to start- but then, you asked him to turn it all off

Turn it off??? What??? Whatever the lover wants, I guess

You had set down the headphones and everything as well, and soon enough, Ortho had started the special song you had picked out (Ortho wanted to help show how special you were to his big brother, after all!)

The lights were partially dimmed, and Idia simply was just- blinking at you in his chair

Your expression, your body, your eyes.....

Well, needless to say, once he finally put two and two together???? He uh- kinda went nonverbal. For an hour straight

Couldn't get this boy to say a WOOOORRRDDDDD

He was wayyyyyy too flabbergasted to address it

Processors running on a backup generator FOR the backup generator

Eventually, once he felt himself returning to his own body, he was just- grabbing you by the waist and yanking you to him

Nuzzling his cheek against your face and holding you so dang tightly, you could've sworn you could hear a bone pop-

".....What???? D-don't look at me like that, player two....of course I'm alright, backup generators are on in my hea- I mean- that was....very...pretty of you to...do for me. Are you sure....that's how you feel...? You don't think I'll...drag you down? Well.....okay. Guess you're the Princess Peach to my Mario- or, maybe it's the other way around."

🐉Malleus Draconia🐉

He just- stared at you for a long time the first time you sang around him

Why were you just so.....so....nice to him, gosh darn you-

That smile that soon followed once you were done alongside his gentle little golf claps (that's what it seemed like, at least-) was a sight to behold

His eyes lit up- he practically looked like a little kid in a candy store

He had no idea you were just so....perfect? Talented? He wasn't sure of the right words to describe you

You singing to him became a very common occurrence after that, whether it be in the company of others or merely being by yourselves on another walk

He asked Lilia how to show you that kind of affection back- and lo and behold, he could sing too

So, the both of you sometimes would just do a duet of something, or he would play one of his numerous stringed instruments along to your beautiful voice

The first time you sang him a love song was....a time he would cherish for the rest of his days

You were both out on a walk at night as usual, simply basking in each other's company

All of a sudden, almost like magic (it was Lilia-), a light gently shone on you both like a spotlight, and you were gently singing to him and pulling him along with you in whichever way you could

A rose from a nearby bush was plucked and swept up from your hands and somehow landed directly into his own as you continued to sing

His expression was nothing short of shock- he thought you were magicless (it was LILIA YOU LOVESICK FOOL- /lh)???

However, the more he looked at you and the more you sang to him those sweet, enduring words....

He realized that the only true magic here was how deeply your love for one another went

It didn't take him long once you were done to suddenly seize you by the waist and seal the deal with a sweet kiss

His hands gently squeezed your form and held you close...

Almost as though he were afraid you would fade away into nothingness if he let you go.

"My dearest friend...my love...my starlight in the darkest of nights....that was truly the most... beautiful, special thing anyone has ever done for me in this lifetime. Ah...what is this...? Slight water from my eye...? Ah- a tear. Yes, your love for me brought me to....tears. You never fail to surprise me, starlight. Hah....I hope my love for you is more than enough."

✨End✨

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney #twistedwonderland #twst #leona kingscholar #idia shroud #vil schoenheit #azul ashengrotto #riddle rosehearts #malleus draconia #kalim al asim #force writes #force writing #twst dorm leaders #twst dorm leaders x reader

[coffeebrownn]

Oh I love your head canons, they are so sweet. For NSFW, I like the idea of both Chris and Ethan being switches. Ethan is a bit of a power bottom and Chris is a service top. Chris is tired and just does whatever Ethan requests haha. And Ethan wants to try everything. They are so cute.

DON'T WORRY THIS ISN'T REALLY NSFW IT'S JUST RELATIONSHIP BREAKDOWN(???)

WAADA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! AND OMG HELLO??? alright,, have mercy but i never really thought about them in a NSFW setting(?) idk i just forgot about it(????) or they're not really my ocs and i feel like i'm trespassing an invisible border😭😭😭 but i'll think more scenario since you mentioned about it, especially on how ethan is a power bottom,, and i learn that that's the term for chris(?) since i agree that he can be the top position but at the same time it's not right that he's the only one who does so,, so it's really cute that he's giving pleasant service to ethan as well 🥺

yes, they're very very vanilla, nothing crazy i think chris would get pretty embarrassed when he need to share that it wasn't like this when he's younger. Either way, i think what stands out is how ethan is pretty fidgety(?) like he'll bite, and hold chris' chest... chris on the other hand .. i think he just likes to see how big he is compared to ethan..😭idk he likes to picture it even outside sexual intercourse

Well, this session for them,, i would say pretty cathartic for both of them, both at one of vulnerable state/image, chris never really expressing his wants/needs since he thought/ picture himself that he's a soldier in this bio warfare, this and the fact that he'd done numerous (he'd lost count) one night stand due to how stressful his job could be, any women/men, like anything, ANYTHING to distract himself, since alcohol/cigarette isn;t enough for him already. So you could see how doubtful of himself when he's considering on starting this serious relationship with ethan, his mind run across whether or not he could do it, he express this thought to claire, which of course she told chris to just do it, if it doesn't work out, then leave

"it's that easy, who's giving you orders to stay with him if it doesn't work out? yourself?" claire just laughs

chris knows what claire meant, and at start he already knows the answer, he just doesn't fully trust himself after what had happened, his judgement, his bad decisions, etc. he thought to himself does he deserve someone as good as ethan? after he'd cross the line and killed his wife (even though it's miranda) and not telling him whatsoever about the plan and directly killing him due to your shit ass common sense? of course chris tries to punish himself this isn't his first time, but again how long can he do this. So he took the plunge and really threw away his enormous ego to apologize to ethan since it's a miracle that God or Universe itself gave him a 2nd chance, most of the time the person is already dead

and this contrast with ethan, he doesn't trust people due to his circumstances (re7/re8)), he's insecure about his body, his mind, he feels like a monster due to the mold, after people he trust just kept using his kindness and destroying it.. he just feels unloved/unappreciated.

first few nights when they express this interest of wanting to explore each other's bodies, (of course ethan jokingly mentioned how "you've seen me naked before! like multiple times" and chris just close eyes and mentioned how seeing him naked on the hospital bed DOES NOT COUNT) ethan was pretty nervous, he instead went and uses his clothes/shirt from fully exposing his own body. Took them like a few month to a year to feel comfortable.. even some nights they just strip down to sleep naked.

and the aftercare/cuddling session ethan would ask chris each of the scars and it's history behind it, a good bed time story for ethan, some stupid ones because Jill/Claire dared him, some from his mistakes, some that he regrets, everything, this is one of instance for ethan to know who chris is, since ethan mostly relies on chris' closed ones (jill, claire, even leon) to share, but again it's mostly THEIR experiences with chris and not the other way around.

well at least this is how i picture them!! Idk!! i find their relationship to not be the healthiest compared to other ship in RE, but i appreciate and want to highlight about how it can be a very rewarding/wholesome between them, like it's a good reminder that people (NOT ALL PEOPLE SOME PEOPLE) grow and overcome their own irrationality and worries, each of them has their own flaws and insecurity but they both pick each other up and be a better version/proud of themselves. Thank you for reading this! Sorry for the extensive rambling 😭

#winterfield #chris redfield #ethan winters #text #ramble #long post #i really like their relationship.. like goddamn #i hope that they realized that they need a good good long break from everything that they've thrown over #anon #ask #thanks for the question anon!

[totaldramafan-lauri]

EPISODE 8 (FINALE)

HOLY CRAP I WAS RIGHT

I WAS FFFFFFFFLIPPING RIGHT

ADAM IS DEAD

I-I DIDN'T SEE PENTIOUS COMING, BUT

ADAM IS DEAD AND LUTE SURVIVED, HOLY FRICK

I AM SO EFFING RELIEVED IT WASN'T ANYONE ELSE

I-I-I SAW.....I SAW THAT....PART....

AND PART OF ME.....a small part, like.....a TINY TINY part....w-was scared....

M-most of me knew it wasn't gonna happen, don't get me wrong.....N-not him.....but....

A-as long as there was a TINY part of me that doubted, I.....

I-I was TERRIFIED......

I-I'm gonnaa need to reply that last song, cuz I swear, thoughout that whole thing periodically SHOUTING at my screen "WHERE IS HE!? WHERE IS HE!?!?" (True story.....I was doing that OUT LOUD) And "SHOW HIM"

Th-the flipping.....JUMPING JACKS MY HEART WAS DOING THE WHOLE TIME-

I-I can't even form thoughts correctly-

PENTIOUS, OH THAT POOR MAN- BUT HOW IS HE IN HEAVEN!? AND HOW IS LILITH IN HEAVEN!? WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON-

I-I mean, it makes sense for her to want Adam dead, but- Lemme get this straight, she- She made some kind of deal with his OWN TROOPS-? HOW? Th-that did NOT LOOK like sabotage to me! They were fighting hard! I-I don't- g-get it-

I-I....I can wait....I can wait, I can wait, cuz this ending was good! AND WE AVOIDED THE WORST-

AND ADAM IS DEAD, WH-

I-I guess that leaves the Vees as the main villains now!? Unless Lute comes back on her own now-

I-I'm looking forward to see more of Vox.....l-losing his mind, pffff....

AND LUCIFER HOLY CRAP, LUCIFER WAS SO EFFING COOL, JUST TAUNTING HIM, AND....

AND I WAS RIGHT ABOUT VAGGIE VS. LUTE, BUT NOT VAGGIE SPARING HER....I-I'M GLAD SHE DID THO, CUZ I DON'T HATE LUTE AS A VILLAIN

AND NIFFTY

THAT WAS SO BADASS, HOLY CRAP, HOW SHE JUST CAME FROM BEHIND AND WENT STABBY STABBY-

I-I was CHEERING

F-for a while, I was conflicted about how much I wanted more of Adam, cuz I loved his song in the first episode so flipping much, and I STILL DO love it, but....

A-after what he almost did-

Y-yeah, YEAH, STAY DEAD

NEVER COME BACK, you BASTARD

G-give me a heart attack, I swear...*grumble grumble*

.....H-how are they gonna learn about Pentious now, and how a sinner ACTUALLY made it to Heaven, if they have no more reason to GO to Heaven now? How- s-so many questions....

.......

.....Y-yeah, I think this might be the best episode of the season....o-or ONE OF them.....i-if that wasn't obvious......

S-sorry these thoughts are so much more....s-scattered than in my last posts, but GOD DANG-

........

.........

........

"B-break....constraints..."

"Back door...."

T-trying to remember what I heard, but I was f-flipping out so much....

"My deal must a have a.....back door...."

S-something like that....I-I need to watch it again....

S-some kind of deal......c-constraining him....h-he doesn't like it....he wants out....

L-looks like, maybe, I was right.....

Th-there's gotta be a way out.....H-he's not submissive to ANYONE.....H-he'll find a way out....

I-if helping the others, was against his will.....

L-let there be a way out....

I-I don't care if that means leaving them.....Freedom means more....

S-season 2, GIVE US THE ANSWERS......

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers

[queen-rainy-love]

Cute Child! Clotted Cream hc. Captain Caviar and Oyster are his sassy yet sweet aunt and fun yet brash uncle figures. One time when Elder Custard was too busy, Captain Caviar took him and Oyster to the beach, building sandcastles and collecting seashells. They even caught a fish together! The two see Clotted Cream as their kid/nephew, and worry for him sometimes. Bonus: Oyster and Caviar are married.

Hmmm. The multi-shipper inside of me likes this plan. But I can make it somewhat funnier and sadder. :)

*The scene is set in the Crème Republic a few years ago. A young Clotted Cream and Light Cream were walking up to House Oyster's mansion. Oyster was standing outside the door, waiting for them.*

Light Cream: Thank you so much for watching over Clotted Cream today, Lady Oyster Cookie.

Oyster: Of course! I love spending time with him. And I know this errand you're doing will take a while, so I don't mind.

Light Cream: Thank you again. *bends down to Clotted Cream* Remember dear. You need to listen to Miss. Oyster, okay?

Clotted Cream: Okay mama. Love you.

Light Cream: Love you too sweetie. *places a kiss on his head before heading out.*

*Oyster and Clotted Cream waved goodbye and then went inside. Clotted Cream rushed over to the sea balcony. Oyster giggled and followed him.*

Oyster: You must really love the sea.

Clotted Cream: I want to see the sea. And I think Captain Caviar should be out there.

*Just as he said that, the Salty Shark stirred up to the balcony. Captain Caviar was standing on top of the main mast, which was nearly eye to eye with the balcony. He tipped his head and ordered the ship to stop.*

Oyster: *smiles* Captain Caviar, such a pleasure to see you today. What brings you here?

Captain Caviar: *smirks* Can't I say hello to my fellow Council member as I make sure my ship is still intact?

Oyster: I see, but so close to my balcony. Why is that?

Captain Caviar: Well, we do need to test our reflexes for rough terrain. Plus it helps if the training area has a nice view itself.

*This goes on a good bit. Clotted Cream looked back and forth between the two Cookies. His young mind blurted out the first thing on his mind.*

Clotted Cream: Are you two married?

*The moment those words came out of his mouth, Oyster froze up and Captain Caviar nearly fell off the main mast.*

Oyster: *starts sweating* Wh-what makes you say that?

Clotted Cream: *realizes his mistake and starts stuttering* I...I just t-thought that s-since I've r-read stories about C-Cookies marrying and they w-would talk like this. S-so...

Captain Caviar: Well... we're not married. But we do have some history and would have loved to be together.

Clotted Cream: Then wh-why aren't you t-two married?

Oyster: It's because...my father...

*Both she and Captain Caviar quickly noticed Clotted Cream frowning. Captain Caviar quickly spoke up.*

Captain Caviar: How about the three of us go to the beach? I can teach ya how to fish and we can even find something nice for your ma.

*Two hours later, the trio was sitting on the beach. Clotted Cream and Oyster were finishing up a sandcastle while Captain Caviar set up a fishing set-up.*

Oyster: And there we go! A beautiful castle for an adorable prince. *pats Clotted Cream's hair.*

Captain Caviar: Perfect timin'! The rods are ready and I can see some gummy fishes close by.

Clotted Cream: Yay! Then can we look for some seashells? I'm sure mama would like some.

Captain Caviar: Sure thing squirt.

*For a good two hours, the boys caught two buckets full of fish. All the while, Clotted Cream noticed all the flirting between the two elders. It was exactly like the books he read. As the sun started to set, the trio headed back to House Oyster's mansion.*

Clotted Cream: Today was so fun! I can't wait to show mama what we found!

Captain Caviar: I'm sure she'll love what you found. And I hope you get those fishes to your father. I'm sure he'll like them.

Oyster: And if he gives you any trouble, you tell him that your Auntie Oyster and Uncle Caviar can have a talk with him.

Clotted Cream: Okay! And I can even try to get him to help you guys get married!

*Oyster and Captain Caviar tensed up a bit. However, Captain Caviar came up with a plan.*

Captain Caviar: I don't think he could help...but if you become part of the council, then you could get us married.

Oyster: Caviar...

Captain Caviar: You can plan it all out and even invite other kingdoms to come. And if you can even convince Baumkuchen and Archbishop Cream to officiate our wedding, we will help you with whatever you want to do.

Clotted Cream: (I'm too young to be an Elder... So, if I become the Consul, I can do it!) Okay! I will! I will join the Council!

*Ten minutes later, Light Cream picked up Clotted Cream and once they were out of view, Oyster slapped Captain Caviar's shoulder.*

Oyster: What were you thinking?! You know it would be impossible for us and Clotted Cream to be part of the council at the same time!

Captain Caviar: I know...but I didn't want to break his heart that his favorite aunt and uncle can never marry because of your father's demand.

Oyster: I know...but...

Captain Caviar: We have no one stopping us from visiting each other, but you know how judgmental the Cream Cookies can be. Especially with you as a widow.

Oyster: I know. But...*rests her forehead on his and closes her eyes* sometimes...I wish we can.

Captain Caviar: *closes his eyes* I know.

*Years later, Captain Caviar was visiting House Oyster when he heard the news of Clotted Cream becoming Consul.*

Captain Caviar: (So...he did technically become part of the council. Which means...oh fish sticks...Oyster's going to kill me...)

#cookie run kingdom #crk headcanons #clotted cream cookie #light cream cookie #oyster cookie #captain caviar cookie #oyster cookie x captain caviar cookie

[orchid-151]

Need of Sleep 💤

(this was something I wanted to post up Valentine's Day but because I was busy with work and everything I wasn't able to sit down and type it out, since I go back to work tomorrow I figured I could go ahead and type this up and have it ready for y'all to read. I'll find time later go on the laptop to fix it up.)

Summary: Orchid had been up brewing potions for days and Smith wants her to go to bed the rest, worried about her mental health. With Mason haven't been gone since yesterday out collecting materials, Smith finally decides to try and get her to go to bed...

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Smith was pacing around back and forth in front of Jay muttering to himself all the while. He had spent the last hour complaining to his friend on how Orchid had been awake for the past three days...

"... And I know Mason usually can make her go to bed but he's been gone since two days ago... I know we should go look for him but I'm worried about Orchid... What should I do Jay?" Smith looked to his long time friend.

Jay looked up from his book and at Smith seriously. He was not annoyed by Smith, he was annoyed that Smith didn't see the bigger picture.

"... We both know Mason can handle himself... Orchid needs us right now, so go make that girl get some sleep."

Smith was taken aback at first but understood what Jay was saying "Right, Orchid should come first..." Smith headed for the door...

"Your welcome~🎶" Jay sang as he went back to his book...

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Smith walked into Mason and Orchids home and to the room where Orchid had been. Smith watched as she was in the middle of brewing, her fram visibly shaking from tiredness... Smith took a deep breath, and walked into the room. He calmed himself, coming up with an idea to lull her to bed...

He smiled to himself, and snuck up behind her...

"hey there beautiful~ ❤️" Smith wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. Orchid gasps in surprise "GHA! Smith!"

He started to talk "Why don't we go sit and talk..."

"T-t-talk ab-bout wh-wh-what?" Orchids tired mind made her stutter.

"Just talk... Like about 'having kids'... 'our future'.... Going to bed~" Smith moved his arm from her waist to her arm...

"b-bed...?" She question as Smith cupped her head leaning her back into him "You know, to sleep..." He said lovingly, as he slowly swung her around "... You have been working hard the past few days... And I care about you..."

"c-care...?" Orchids mind was so foggy she was repeating the last word she could register...

He lightly dipped her "Yes, I care about you... Because I love you."

"love..."

"I love you Orchid." He said staring loving to her eyes...

"I... Love you... Too..." Orchid said tiredly

"Let's first get you to bed... You need your...."

*SLAM*

Mason opened the door... Hard.

"Mind telling me WHY your holding my SISTER like that?" Mason stood at the door, finally returning from collecting materials for his craft...

Smith had to think carefully, as one wrong phrase might set Mason off...

"WELL...?"

"Uh... Um, w-welcome back... Well, you see... O-Orchid has been awake f-for days now... I was trying to g-get her to rest..." Smith tried to explain his actions, as he really did want Orchid to go rest...

Mason stood there for a moment "... There's only one way you can get her to sleep..."

"... R-really... H-how?" Smith asked with worry...

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'Maybe this was not such a good idea....' Smith thought as he was snuggled up to Orchid in her bed. She was sound asleep giving off the noise like that of a purring cat... Smith however, could not close his eyes.

He wore a worried expression as he looked over to the corner of the room... Where Mason sat... Cleaning his hammer...

The older brother was humming a tune, to quietly that the villager couldn't understand it...

Smith didn't know how long it would be before Orchid woke back up... But he knew one thing: next time he'll be more straightforward on making her go to bed for her own well being.

[I thought it would be a cute headcannon that normally Orchid would be able to go to sleep faster if someone was snuggled up to her, like a teddy bear... But a living being.]

(below is the original that I copied from. Original concept on my deviantART: kylemew24)

#minecraft oc #minecraft #villagers #minecraft villagers #illagers #villager #illager #storytime #Orchid and Smith

[ghoulish-fiction]

I have no patience to wait lol.

Just a little drabble of Brother Terran talking with a new Sister about some troubles she's having with a particular fire ghoul.

Cut for length mostly and some brief discussions about sex.

"Brother Terran?"

Terran stops in the middle of the wide corridor and turns to see one of the newest members of the clergy that he has taken under his wing.

"Hm? Oh, Sister Olivia. You seem nervous. Is something wrong?"

The tiny young woman squeaks and shys away.

"I um... I need some help..."

"Okay. That's what I am here for. What do you need?"

"There is a ghoul who keeps following me around flirting with me and calling me 'doll' and I'm not sure what to do about it."

Terran chuckles and asks, "Is he a small fire ghoul?"

"Yes! But he has a water name. Its um..."

"Dewdrop."

"Yeah! What do I do?"

"Do you want to fuck him?"

"Excuse me?!" Sister Olivia says, her cheeks heating up.

"I asked do you want to fuck him? He's trying to get up your skirt because you're new and just his type. If you want to fuck him play into it and he'll have you bent over the nearest flat surface in a heartbeat. If not tell him you are not interested and he will leave you alone. Dew is a wild thing, but he values consent and boundaries."

"Oh... okay. I mean... he's handsome sure, but I don't know if I want to have sex with a ghoul. Everyone tells me I'll get used to them, but they're scary. I am still nervous just talking to them."

Terran has to use all of his self control not to let a wide sharp grin spread across his face. Poor little sister has no idea what he is.

"Sister, you are confiding in a half ghoul right now."

"Wh-what?!"

"My dear departed father was a human, and my mother is an Earth ghoul. You've probably met her in the library."

"You... you don't look like a ghoul."

"As I said before, I am a half ghoul. I take after my father, and this is not my natural form. I pass well as a full-blooded human don't I?"

"Oh. Yes, you do. I'm so sorry Brother Terran please don't be mad at me."

"I am not mad at all. This has happened countless times over the past several hundred years. I think you're missing the point though. Did you think I was scary before you knew the truth?"

"Well, no..."

"Has a ghoul caused you any harm?"

"No."

"Has anyone ever told you that they were harmed by a ghoul?"

"No."

"So are you truly scared of ghouls or are you judging them based on their appearance?"

"Oh... oh no. I'm sorry I-"

"Stop. You do not need to apologize. I suggest you take some time to think about this. Find a quiet place to think. There are many lovely places to hide yourself away for a while both inside and out on the grounds. As for your trouble with Dewdrop, decide what you want, or don't want, and tell him. He is kind and will respect whatever you tell him."

"Okay. Thank you Brother Terran." Olivia says with a small bow.

"You're welcome little sister. Let me know if you need to discuss this any further, or need anything else."

"Yes Brother Terran." She says with another small bow.

Terran dismisses her with a wave of his hand and she scurries down the hall and out of sight around a corner.

"You can come out Dewdrop." Terran says nonchalantly as he continues his walk down the hall in the opposite direction that Sister Olivia fled.

Dewdrop descends swiftly from the rafters, landing deftly on his feet. He falls into step with Terran and grins up at him.

"She is just my type isn't she? She's so sweet and pretty and well mannered. And she's so tiny. I bet she's lighter than a feather. Best of all, she thinks I'm handsome." Dewdrop beams. He looks as though he's walking on air.

"I'd have so much fun playing with her."

"You mean corrupting her?" Terran laughs.

"Yeah, same thing. I'm going to give her some space to think, but I'm going to ask her out the next time I see her. I hope she says yes."

"I have a good feeling she will."

"You think you can whip me up a spell to guarantee it?" Dew asks as he playfully nudges Terran.

Terran shakes his head and says, "You know I don't meddle in love."

"What about lust?"

"Hmm... only if its for Mountain." Terran says with a mischievous grin.

Dewdrop only laughs as the two friends part ways.

#ghoulish drabble #ghoulish writing #oc: brother terran #oc: terran

[arminsumi]

🔞 𝐀𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 | 𝟏𝟖+

𝐓𝐨-𝐁𝐞 𝐄𝐱-𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 | 𝟐

<- 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯.

𝟑.𝟔𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 / 𝟕 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : fem reader / Gojo Satoru / (Geto Suguru)

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : your ex-boyfriend claims he isn't a playboy anymore, but is he being genuine? Another date with him leaves you a mess, and you end up asking his best friend out for coffee.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : angst, pining, drama, smut (cr**mpies, light degradation, name calling (sl*t and wh*re), c*nnilingus, bl*wjob in the backseat/risky), implied sexual relationship with Suguru

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐦𝐞 : Heaven and Back | Often | Wine Pon You | New Rules

You walk out of your bedroom gussied up, lips painted in a very specific shade of red.

And Shoko, laid on the couch tiredly, gapes in disbelief at you.

"Oh my god." she groans, "Please don't tell me you're going on another date with that playboy."

You act dumb, nervously touching your neck as you style your hair in the mirror some more.

"What?"

"You're wearing the Gojo Satoru lipstick."

You continue acting, "This isn't the 'Gojo Satoru' lipstick, I love this lipstick! I always wear this shade!"

She looks at you, dumbfounded by your acting, nearly laughing.

"No, that's the Gojo Satoru lipstick. I can distinctly recall his words; "That's my baby's lipstick on me." and how you giggled on his shoulder."

"Shoko, that was five years ago." you say, "It's fine. I promised him only one more date. He needs closure."

"He's had five years of closure." Shoko replies, "Angel, you're too good for him."

"He's changed!" you insist.

"No, he hasn't; I saw that look in his eyes when I saw you two on the couch. He's still a playboy, and he'll prove it to you soon enough." she says.

"I have faith in him." you say.

"How many times have I heard that?" she shakes her head, getting ready to have a smoke. "You know, Gojo Satoru has always gotten what he wants. That's why he's so fascinated by the new you; you're not giving yourself to him like you did back then."

"I have faith in him!" you emphasize. "God, just tell me I look good."

"..."

"Please. I'm nervous. He's high-class, you know. I feel like I'm going on a date with the president of the world."

Shoko sighs and heads towards the balcony to smoke.

"You look too good." she says earnestly. "He was right about that shade of lipstick on you."

Her compliment makes you light up significantly.

You fuss as you wait. Since Shoko asks, you tell her; "He ordered for someone to chauffeur me."

"Oh my god." she groans, "He's really buttering you up."

"But isn't it such a gentleman move!"

"... more like a rich boy flex." she mutters under her breath, stubbing out the end of her cigarette.

"Okay. I've got to go. See you later... um, unless I overnight by him, of course." you giggle dreamily.

"Condoms." Shoko says simply.

"He's got some."

"Bring your own, always."

"But I'm on birth control, and we've already — " you begin.

Shoko cuts you off, "I know, but have you ever heard about the whole "creampies make you fall in love" thing?"

"What?" you look dumbly. "Isn't that a myth?"

"No. Coming inside is affectionate. You're going to feel connected to him and then he'll dip when you become "too serious" for him. Just keep him at bay."

You give her advice consideration, and nod. "Okay, alright. I won't let him do it inside."

*****

While being chauffeured, you rehearse in your head how to greet your ex-boyfriend — but it doesn't help, because as soon as you're actually in his presence again, your mind goes blank and you start nervously touching at your neck and giggling to cope with his charm.

From the moment Satoru takes your hand and leads you into the restaurant, you feel like a VIP. It's such a familiar feeling; in your early twenties, when you and him dated, he showed you what it meant to be really rich.

And he was excited to shower you in lavish treatment, he loved to see you decorated in his diamonds and to see your bright smile on foreign beaches.

The effect he has on you is even noticed by the waiter, who tends to your secluded table on the rooftop. You and Satoru feel like you're in your own bubble.

"I'm serious." he says honestly, looking into your eyes.

"... you break my heart, then disappear for five years, and then come back asking for marriage." you shake your head, "Doesn't that sound insane to you? Can't you understand why I'm rejecting you?"

"I've changed."

You hum skeptically.

"Really." he tilts his head, he flicks his brow giving his expression that sad little look that really sells it for you.

"If we got married, how long would it last?"

"What do you mean? We'd be wed 'till we're dead." he grins.

You shake your head and smile at him, poking at your plate. A long silence passes.

"... let me think about it."

"... okay." his spirits lift. "But don't make me wait too long; I'm impatient." he teases.

"Too bad. I'm gonna take my time." you sass, biting a piece of meat off your fork to make a statement.

He grins at you.

*****

Food all eaten, dessert long gone. The night air feels good. Not like old times, but new times with an old lover. He knows he messed up, right? So why hasn't he apologized yet? Maybe, you theorize to yourself to justify him, maybe he's still thinking up an apology.

He stares at you from across the table, eyes hungry like a starved wolf.

"You look so good tonight." he says for the third time.

You giggle in response, "Stop..."

"I swear that shade of lipstick looks familiar." he teases, leaning over the table.

You can smell his cologne, and it entrances your heart.

"... is it?" you ask softly, pretending like you don't know what he's talking about.

He knows you're pretending, he thinks it's cute.

"You think it would look good on me too?" he asks.

You shrug like a ditzy princess, "I dunno. Wanna find out...?"

He's so quick to call the waiter for the bill, like there's a pressing issue that needs his attention.

But the only pressing issue is his hard-on pressing hot against his thigh.

*****

Giving his cock all your attention in the backseat of the car, Satoru forces his moans down so that his poor chauffeur doesn't hear through the screen divider.

You stifle a slurping sound, sliding off the tip of his cock slowly, and it makes him shudder hard. He closes his eyes, like that helps any, and tries to keep from cumming in your mouth right there.

Gojo knows your lipstick stains are going all over his cock, it drives him crazy.

Before he cums, you pull off and he mutters a small "Just you wait..." under his breath that makes you smile wide.

****

Kissy marks lead up his abs. Of course, he wants to take a photo — to preserve the memory.

"Hand here, baby. Good girl." he instructs, and in his voice right then you can hear how mature he is now, in comparison to the squeakier voice he had when you two first met.

He's not a boy anymore, he's a man. But very far from being your man, which he's trying to change.

"Lay back." he murmurs. "Spread your legs. Wider. Good girl."

Without saying a thing about it, he noses in between your thighs and shows you heaven is real, and it exists on Gojo Satoru's tongue.

"Fuck!" you clamp your thighs around his head, making him hum while sliding his tongue inside.

When you two first dated, he wasn't inexperienced — but he didn't quite know how to eat a woman out.

Five years is a long time to practice, and he definitely did. You can feel his sloped nose nudging against your clit as he kisses and sucks, sometimes nibbling softly with his teeth at your puffy lips.

Making you cum on his tongue is almost too easy for Satoru, he nearly laughs as he pulls away and licks your slick off his lips. He thinks it's a pity that he's at the wrong angle to see your eyes rolling back. But at least he sees how you throw your head back for him, and how you sound for him — like a cat, he loves it.

"Nice and messy for me now, huh?" he hums, connecting his body with yours as he crawls upwards and devours your lips.

"Mhm!" you whine, still unsteady from your orgasm, breathing frantically. "Satoru, I need you in me right now."

"Aw, but I was gonna — "

"Nowww!" you beg.

He sighs, "Can't say no to that face."

You watch intently, licking your lips, as he whips his belt off and takes his cock out. It's red from the tip down to the middle, where that familiar thick vein always catches your attention.

By your request, even though it confuses him, he squeezes his cock into a condom.

"What do you need, baby?" he asks, lowering his cock onto your pussy and rubbing it between your slicked lips.

You squeal as he flicks at your clit, then pinches your folds around his cock, making you realize his size in comparison to little you.

"I need you."

"Need me how?"

"Satoru!" you hiss annoyedly.

"I don't want to have to tease you, baby just say it."

"I want your cock inside me."

"Not nearly slutty enough." he shakes his head, drawing his cock back and forth, rubbing over your soft pussy. "You said to me in the car that you were a total, fucking slut for me, didn't you say that? Or am I imagining things?"

You start babbling, "Yeah! I'm a slut for you, I want it so bad!" you whine, "C'mon fuck me stupid!"

"That's better." he grins.

Just like how he always does, he presses his tip inside you so politely but then pushes it in too deep, making you curl like you're about to cum.

Satoru's not one to go slow for long, he'd rather pound into you hard and fast right away, to bring out that slut in you as quick as he can. Because right now, you're not nearly slutty enough for him, as he said — and he needs to see that side of you.

"Baby, get loud for me, come on." he grunts, shoving himself as deep as he can, reaching the spot that you know isn't the G-spot or your cervix, but something in-between.

"Fuck!" you almost cry, "That's so good, fuck me harder please!"

He grins, cheeky fangs on display, and goes harder until you can hardly handle it. You don't care if it hurts just a little bit, because you want to know that every inch of your ex's cock is inside you. Not just eight, eight and a half — honestly, he doesn't know where you put all of that, but he delights in watching it disappear into your hole.

"Look at you." he purrs, "How deep are you trying to suck me?"

It feels like he's going to split you in two. Sweat pours out of the both of you, bodies getting slippery.

As Satoru continues pumping his cock back and forth, in and out of you, he starts furrowing his brows together in focus — playful edge dulling as it always does when it feels good good.

"That's it, you fucking take it." he grunts, "Good girl, you're a good little slut for me huh?"

"Yeahhh I'm a good little slut for you!"

"Let me take the condom off, baby."

You know you're gonna hear it from Shoko if she knows, but in the moment you're too drunk on sex to care, and even reach back to strip the condom off your ex's cock yourself as he watches with a smirk.

"Good girl. Now flip on your side, like this." he instructs.

He slides back inside slowly, filling you inch by inch with a low groan — like he's falling in love.

And the sounds he makes as his orgasm builds up make you want to cum again, too. Each time he hits that strange spot between your G-spot and cervix, your visions sparks a little.

Hard strokes tip you over, and you lay there letting Satoru degrade you and call you a filthy slut. You'd be his anything as long as it felt this good.

"I'm so close." he warns, trying to savor the buildup.

"Cum inside me." you mewl, "Please."

"Yeahhh I'm gonna — fuck. Take my cum, be a good girl."

The broken moan he lets out as he creampies you is almost obscene. Satoru slows his thrusts as he shoots everything he has into you.

His jaw slacks, and he groans, "... prettiest little slut, aren't you? So filthy and pretty."

"I'm gonna cum againnn..." you whine, reaching down to rub frantically on your sensitive clit.

He watches you through the haze of his post-orgasm, slowly grinding his cock inside to get you there.

"Good girl."

"C-call me a slut again, please."

He laughs naughtily, "Fucking slut. Come on, finish on me. Make that cute face again, 'cute lil' whore."

Satoru always surprises you during sex in some way, this time you're surprised when he caresses your cheek as you cum. You shake and spasm, feeling each shock of your orgasm.

Panting and coming down from your high, Satoru cracks a smile.

"You were so loud." he laughs.

Reality hits you, "Oh my god, I didn't know I liked being called a slut so much!" you cover your face embarrassedly.

He rings out with laughter.

*****

After sex. What happens after sex? He's a gentleman, and that makes you tear up — not because he's a gentleman, but because he never used to be quite like this.

No, he never used to be quite like this. Even kissing you afterwards? Why was it, you wonder, that back then he couldn't love you as deeply as now, when you needed it most?

"What's wrong?" he asks.

You try to stop your crying, but it gets worse.

"Satoru." you say, sniffling, eyes pointed downwards, "I know it's been five years, but I'm still hurt."

He doesn't reply. Just awkwardly wrings his hands and sits at the edge of the bed, soft duvet covering his lap.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't really help."

"Then what can I do?"

"I don't know." you sniffle, "Go back in time and love me. You know, I needed your love back then more than I do now." you admit to both him and yourself.

Satoru purses his lips, thinking before he speaks — but then he ends up not replying at all.

Instead, he goes to wipe your tears. Something he always did towards the end of your relationship, because you were always crying.

"I should go home."

He jolts a little. "Oh. I thought you were gonna stay the night?" he croaks. Inside, he's dreading sleeping alone again.

"No." you shake your head. "I've got to stop fooling myself. We're not getting back together, you're not more than a playboy, we're not getting married — and sex with you is better than with anyone else, but a relationship can't bank on that, Satoru."

"I'm being genuine. I told you earlier that I was."

"How can I trust you?" you ask.

"Playboys don't propose marriage." he replies.

"But you're just joking about that!"

"I'm not!" he stresses, "The last time you loved me, I was just a boy. I'm a man now and I know what I want." he says roughly.

You both go silent. Then he starts speaking again, voice softer than before.

"I love you more every time I see you."

You don't say anything back. He looks stricken and confused.

"I'm gonna go." you say.

He purses his lips tightly, looking frustrated that he can't get through to you.

"I'll take you home." he says quietly.

*****

Shoko is just digging around in the freezer for therapeutic ice cream when you come into the entry way.

"You look dreadful."

"Thanks."

"Bad date?"

"The worst..."

"Still love him?"

"... yeah."

"Marriage?"

"I'm in love, not stupid." you reply.

Shoko chuckles. "Come on. Let's catch up on that series. I'm not on-call." she cheers for herself. "We can binge the whole thing."

"Shoko, where would I be without you?" you sigh appreciatively, flopping on the couch next to her, mascara smudged off and all.

"Staying the night with a playboy, probably."

"Can't argue that." you sigh, "Shoko, I'm so dumb for him, what do I do?"

"Wait. Strike at the right moment."

"I'm not a cobra."

"Buy a cobra. Let it loose on him."

"Your humor is so dark, Shoko. I love you."

"Love you more."

*****

Meanwhile, Satoru is with Suguru; who is listening to his sulking best friend.

"I'm so dumb for her. What do I do?" he groans, "Shoko's probably poisoning her against me as we speak."

Suguru thinks deeply. "Shoko..."

"I know!" Satoru nearly starts crying again. He's being so dramatic, it's hard to take him seriously. But Satoru almost never cries. So Suguru seriously thinks about solutions to his problems.

"Shoko!" Suguru realizes.

"I knowww!"

"No, Satoru, Shoko!" Suguru emphasizes, like he's just made a breakthrough, "Shoko is the answer to all your problems!"

"Ew. I'd never date Shoko."

"You're so dense. I'm not suggesting that. Shoko's her best friend, and she listens to whatever she says, like you listen to me."

"You have a point... I'm listening."

"See?" Suguru chuckles, "Now, here's what I think you should do..."

*****

"You want me to talk to Suguru?" you shake your head. "How would that help?"

"He's his best friend. If you want to find out if Satoru's no-good, you go to the best friend."

"Suguru would rather die than expose Satoru. They're not like regular best friends, they're soulmate best friends." you say, nervously touching at your neck.

Shoko shakes her head. "Are you scared to talk to Suguru or something? What actually happened between you two back then? You never told me."

You go silent and wide-eyed. Shoko's jaw drops open.

"No way. Holy shit. Oh my god. You and him...?!"

"... it was just once."

"Holy shit! Was this before, after or during you and Satoru together?"

"I'm loyal as a dog! It was after... I was feeling, um, revengeful, and Suguru was feeling lonely one night... so..."

"Suguru actually did that?! Did Satoru find out?"

"We promised to never talk about it again. You know... Suguru was so nice about it. I remember he laid me down and said "Don't worry, just cum on my tongue" or something. Ugh, he was so hot. He fucked the life out of me — I could barely fucking see straight after."

"Too much information!" Shoko plugs her ears.

You look up at the ceiling dreamily. "He's thicker than Satoru."

"My best friend is a slut!" Shoko cries.

"I am!" you cry back dramatically.

The two of you burst out laughing wickedly.

"To sluts!" Shoko toasts with an ice cream spoon.

You toast with her, "To sluts! The sluttier the better!"

"Are you gonna talk to Suguru, then? Or are you scared of your inner slut coming out?" Shoko asks.

"I'll do it. It'll be fine. I'm sure Suguru doesn't look as good in real life as he does in photos..." you reply.

You exchange a look with her. Immediately, the two of you stalk Suguru's social medias and —

"Seriously? Who doesn't have a single social in this day and age?!" You curse, only finding photos of Suguru with Satoru.

"That's just like him."

"Maybe he has a Linkedin."

"You're desperate."

"Yeah!"

"Wait, here's something...?"

You investigate further.

"It's private?!"

Shoko bursts out laughing with ice cream melting on her tongue.

"Comedy!"

"This is seriously annoying. I'm gonna friend him." you say.

Shoko looks at you. You look at Shoko.

"You wouldn't."

"I would."

"You're CRAZY."

"I am!"

"Let me watch, let me watch."

"Okay. I'm doing it."

*****

Satoru is mixing another over-sweetened, non-alcoholic cocktail to be sipped on as if he's drinking his sorrows away.

And Suguru? He's laying on the couch, ghosting social medias that he has no account with, happily enjoying a video of traditional cuisine when suddenly he sees the most outrageous, random, and bizarre notification from his mostly-dead private account.

He makes a suspicious side-eye, thinking it can't be real.

Friend request from @ 𝐘𝐍

@ 𝐘𝐍 wants to send you a message.

@ 𝐘𝐍 hey suguru 😊

"What the fuck." he whispers under his breath, blushing in a panicked kind of way.

Immediately, hot memories of you flood his mind. He sits more upright on the couch, glances nervously to check what Satoru was doing, then looks at your message again.

His heart races.

*****

"This is stupid. He's gonna leave me on read."

"Yeah. I forgot Suguru was notorious for that." Shoko sighs. "Operation: Suguru is a failure, then?"

"Yeah."

You set your phone down and continue binge watching a whole season of a trashy series on Netflix.

Your phone vibrates thirty minutes later. You check it without thinking, then scream so loud it startles Shoko right out of her zen-like Netflix mood.

"NO WAY."

"Is it him? What did he say?"

"He said 'hey'. He's online."

"Well say something!"

You panic, "What do I say?"

"Ask him for coffee! In a non-romantic way!"

"Okay."

wanna go for coffee sometime?

@ 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐢𝐞 is this about satoru or us?

it's about satoru

@ 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐢𝐞 riiight

i'm serious 😠

@ 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐢𝐞 because i wouldn't mind if it's about us

"WHAT." you scream with Shoko.

"REPLY TO HIM."

"I DON'T KNOW HOW."

"GIVE ME YOUR PHONE."

Shoko clacks her nails against the screen viciously, replying to him as you watch her type.

"That doesn't sound like I wrote it."

"Well sorry for being grammatically correct."

"Make it sound sillier."

"There."

Shoko sends it. You watch and wait with bated breath, ignoring the climactic scene on the TV because Suguru Geto was far more attention-grabbing.

"Oh my god." you clap your hand over your mouth. "Is that sexual? Is he being sexual?"

"I have no idea, Suguru's an enigma."

"Do you think Satoru is sitting with him? Are they playing us?"

Shoko shrugs. "I don't know, but I'd read that message if I were you."

You look back to your phone.

@ 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐢𝐞 sooo coffee where and when?

"SHOKO WHAT DO I DO."

"I don't know."

"SHOKO."

"I DON'T KNOW. I'M STUNNED."

"ME TOO."

"I bet Satoru is cackling next to Suguru right now."

"I bet not. Listen to how sultry he is! That's three o's in there!"

Shoko thinks. "Yeah, but Suguru is always sultry. I think they're pulling a joke on us."

*****

Satoru is dozing off while his best friend texts you. Suguru's not resisting his smirk; it's plastered on his face.

@ 𝐘𝐍 tomorrow? 2pm sound ok? 🙈

@ 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐢𝐞 sounds perfect.

© 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞.

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[deeisace]

Yesterday's awkwardest customer wasn't like. Record awkward, but she did piss me off anyway

Came in for a backpack, I showed her the exact one she wanted, she goes "that price is wrong"

Wh. It's not, I'm fuckin looking at it. It's 30% off the RRP, like literally everything else in here, like all the giant fuck-off signs say - I tell her this, in retail-speak, and she goes "well I was here in August and it was cheaper"

Y e s, it would have been, it was a different sale then, fuckin obviously, and I explain that too, and say, it might be cheaper online cs they're on a different sale to us, I'll check - but it's more expensive online, so I'm all chirpy, oh look you have a better deal here! And she's still being a grumpy fuck about it so in the end I give her 15% off just to shut her up and eventually she buys the fuckin thing

And asks, where are the flasks - I tell her exactly where they are, go ahead at check them out, y'know

And about 5 minutes later, she comes back, still angry for no reason, all "there was no one upstairs, I don't know what I'm looking at, I have to catch a train, this is U n b e l i e v a b l e"

Why would there be anyone upstairs, we're busy, you can see that, there's a fuckin queue you just bypassed to complain at me while I bag someone's t-shirts, the fuck is wrong with you, I told you exactly where they are and a flask is a flask jesus christ everything's clearly marked, I do not have time to hold your hand, piss off then

Ugh

As I say, not record awkward tho

I've had people ask pointless repeated questions about socks for like 15 mins, and "but why is it that price" about it felt like every single shoe we have, and plenty of people who remember they have a discount after they've paid and then get angry about me having to do an exchange to give them their £2.37 or whatever back

The manager served a guy yesterday who bought socks, and he'd taken them off the wrong peg I guess, but they were 70p more expensive than he thought they were, and this is after the manager's told him the price twice and he's paid, having seen the price on the card machine, he's then come back, he left the store and came back, and demanded the 70p difference

I know I'm hardly the benchmark for all human behaviour or anything, but christ alive

Well, he'll get his 70p back in 3-5 business days

I had someone do the same, a month or so ago, for 25p. Insane.

#ugh retail i have not missed you #here's hoping today is better #now ive said that someone'll probably make me cry

[theskyexists]

the giggle

WOW!!! risky!!! so risky rusty!!! he really did this!!!

ok so. fun villain. the terrible german accent lol. Donna in the labyrinth winning with brute force ahahahaha. the babies backing away oh my god. lovely little historical one two three four mystery. making the toymaker racist - brilliant. the human faced puppets genuinely a bit urgh oof yikes. Donna getting a job at Unit!!!!!!!!! loved the negotiation hahaha

Melanie and Donna both super competent. The message ...people always thinking they're right... always 'winning' and therefore losing. i like the message, but did get a smidge of 'thomas edison is witch' stuff from the problem of the internet. idk.... children on their computers too much and ghosting and cancelling bad. i mean... well fundamentally i guess i agree im just a bit sensitive. brilliant scene with kate - some really good stuff... i agree so fundamentally with RTD about this, that all that conflict derives from the conviction that you're 100% right and paranoia and damn the lil jab at american conspiracy theorist 'news' and just the whole spiral (or 'peak') that Kate goes through instantly.

VERY HAPPY that RTD made Kate explicitly care for her employees again. Hated that Chibs didnt do that.

THE NEW DOCTOR IS SO GOOD?????????????? WHAT???? I INSTANTLY LOVED HIM HE DID SO WELL????

and somehow he's emotionally competent??? very sweet to see him comforting himself????

DT DOES look too thin and ragged in this...the bi generation... i.... was like whaat.?? this happening?? wh....ok...? this is very cool but what?? and then they DOUBLE THE TARDIS AS WELL?????

i loved loved loved the family dinner (though i do think that people always forget that ten celebrated christmas with Rose and her family). I loved how RTD brought everything thats happened in - just grabbed it all and brought it into the episode he MAKES continuity. unlike the other two his narratives are ALWAYS looking back, even as the Doctor DOESN'T. this inherent contrast gives his writing always such energy. i also really like how he tries to make things make sense, to set up explanations (like for the Master) beforehand or after the fact? we dont know (though sometimes he goes too far in this).

thought the part where DT was upset about humanity blah blah blah hatred violent crreatures blah was a bit uncalled for or went on too long.but it was a good call back alright

ill say the following, i didnt think the pacing was as good that is to say i didnt think all the puzzlepieces fitted entirely perfectly into the flow - command centre went on too long a lil bit. Loved the aside with melanie though. LOVED the dancing toymaker oh my god I LOVED IT. but all the puzzle pieces were really really good.

one thing is though. why the heck didnt the doctor say: i challenge you to a game. from the very beginning??? the moment he showed up in 2023? his preparation of an 'exit' for the Toymaker never became relevant again?

I love ncuti in this??? wow. damn! and dare i say it....he looked super hot. wow lol.

Loved the little callback to the Doctor no longer being a time lord, and so what is he now.....?

i do think: HOW is ncuti gawa supposed to be any more well-adjusted than dt when they both have the same stuff in their heads???because of regeneration???? that didnt work before??? and isnt the doctor's problem ALSO that

Russel T DAVIES,, the man of trageedy, really said, i am going back and im going to give them a happy ending. im even doing the TARDIS doubling this time like i planned. IN THE SAME UNIVERSE NO ONE CAN STOP ME. this actually might be a great set-up for hm...fugitive doctor's tardis?

love love love love that fourteen got to come home to Donna, and that Rose is his niece and he takes her to Mars and New York and that Sylia is hilarious and that Shaun is too and that Melanie is there and...but the thing is... Fourteen is immortal right? isnt that the fundamental problem??? he'll outlive them??? he couldnt stand that - before. couldnt even stand the thought.

and...they beat the toymaker by.....playing catch good. ahahaha. i think thats silly that an allpowerful entity simply couldnt catch a ball as well....(made me think of john smith episode). oh damn the cain story...hah. silly solution to all that but i think thats strength really. just say fuck it: they play catch and teh Doctor wins. just cos

i am a bit sad Fifteen didn't get more changes to his TARDIS. but i mean it's a great TARDIS. with a chair i hope. I LOVE HOW RTDHAS MADE EVEN MORE EXPLICIT how the new regeneration echoes the companions!!!

#my stuff #personal #dw #the giggle #vidi

[ashenberry]

the oc ask post. give me all of them. give me a long post answering every question on one oc of your choice GO!!!

-👁️

fuck you. (its all under the cut)

Favorite child AJ wins so this will be on him

The Basics

1. Age, Birthday, Star Sign /// Age is vageuly in the 17-22 range because i wont commit to ages for the main trio after i grew older then them the first time i had set ages Birthday is vageuly the october/september range star sign is completely off vibes idc if capricorn is from december to january. capricorn.

2. Gender Identity /// Nonbinary

3. Orientation and Relationship status (single, taken (by who?), crush (on who?)) /// Bi/Aro & single

4. Race and Ethnicity /// white ig.

5. Height and Body type /// Average height ig? 5'7ish. Not proficient enough in body types to answer the second half

6. Headcanon VA /// everything all the time ever happens vaguely in my default reading voice in my mind so no VA

7. Occupation /// outside of school i think streamer would be really funny

8. Weapon of Choice(?) /// Revolver <3

9. Hometown and current residence /// oh yknow. the vague concept of a town this all takes place within in my mind. around.

10. Do they have any markings, piercings or scars? /// Ears are pierced & this a pretty sizeable scar on his face & neck

11. Do they have any notable features, like horns, tails, or so on? /// This question seems geared towards more supernatural ocs so i dont think its applicable here

12. Own any pets? /// Orange cat named Rummy and husky/corgi mix named BlackJack

13. Have any kids? /// no

14. Can they cook? Can they bake? /// I would say they can cook decently. Passable. better then me. probably cant bake tho #cringefail

15. Can they sing? Can they dance? /// Cant sing (mute) could probably dance t b h

16. Can they drive? /// Physically? Capably? yes. Legally? uuuhhhh

17 Can they fight? /// yes

18. Have any special keepsakes? /// I dont think so?

Interests

19. Hobbies /// Local nuisance

20. Clothing/Aesthetic /// problem is i dont have a good grasp on that so idk if my characters do. i would say u can just look at his tag but tumblr is a broken fuckin mess and i think theres only 2 post showing up under his tag rn

21. Fave food(s) and drink(s) /// burger and a sprite

22. Fave Color /// Oramge :]

23. Fave Genre /// question maker. favorite genre of what. idk horror probably

24. Fave Season /// Fall

25. City or Country? /// City

26. Guilty Pleasure /// Shitty horror movies

Storytime

27. What’s their family like? Who’s in it? What’s their relationship with them? /// No clue on the parent situation but hes the middle child with a younger sister (Dee) and an older brother and their relationship is pretty good

28. Are they literate? Did they go to school? How long? What level? /// Atleast highschool level idk but college

29. What was childhood like? /// good, fairly non-tragic. nothin too interesting there to the best of my knowledge

30. What was adolescence like? /// mid.

31. What’s their current main conflict? /// please hes the stable normal one his main conflict is getting enough couch time

32. What steps have they taken to overcome this conflict? /// alas. despite his best efforts he cannot escape the Plot

33. How have they changed over time? /// I guess my answer really boils down to Maturing? honed his craft. Fucked around and found out.

For Fun

34. What’s their room look like right now? /// A mess but its been worst

35. What are they like as a friend? /// Hes the one that will commit to the bit to his grave. tbh hes a bit of a jackass but he'll always bail everyone out of a bad situation

36. What are they like as a partner? /// Fuck if i know

37. Do they have any phobias? /// nah

38. Did/do they go anywhere special for vacations? /// honestly his family is probaly the type to go to national parks.

39. Your character walks into a cafe. What do they order? /// A bagel. maybe even two

40. What time do they go to bed, usually? /// Midnight-ish which isnt even the worst in the trio

41. What’s their morning routine like? probably waking up, laying in bed on his phone for a couple of hours, hygine shit and then f o o d.

42. What’s the dumbest thing your character’s done? /// any act of hubris really. getting standed in Cincinnati is up there tho

43. What pokemon would your character be (if they’re already a pokemon/gijinka tell us what they are, and how that’s affected them)?/// Questions that suck ass to answer when the only pokemon in my heart is totodile. anyways the answer is typhlosion

44. What’s their pokemon team? Try to pick all 6. /// skipping i do not know pokemon deeply enough to not just say what i would want. which is the crocodile team.

45. Theme song (and a playlist if you’ve got it!) /// skipping

46. If this character was in a musical, what would their motif be (what kind of instruments do you hear, what’s the tempo, ect). skipping these last couple questions kinda suck

The Deep Lore™

47. What was this character’s biggest turning point in their life, something that changed them almost completely? /// Would definently be the night he got his shit kicked in protecting his sister getting your shit kicked in an inch of your life does tend to change a man

49. What are some themes tied to your character’s story? / 50. What are some motifs associated with your character? /// rebirth in a sense ig.

51. What were some inspirations for your character (people, movies, games)? /// Well there is the Origin :tm: which at the moment i think only 2 people know who that is but uhh. hawks bnha and sissle ghost tricfk also have similar vibes to him. in my heart

52. How are you and your character the same? How are you different? /// thats some introspection neither of us are getting

53. Expectations vs Reality: what did you expect and what did you get with this character? i didnt expect SHIT this asshole came to ME and started making demands and now hes my favorite guy to overdesign

54. What does your character want, and what do they need? /// he wants to just sit back and observe wants going on around him but he needs to intervene.

55. What’s your character’s core trait? What’s their best trait? What’s their worst trait? When happens when these all interact with each other? /// ok i have been sitting on this one for a couple of days and i am just. not good enough with words or explaining myself to answer it i REALLY hope the other 55 answers at least gave you an idea.

56. What’s your overall goal with this character? Will they get a happy ending or will they succumb to their faults? /// In this story hes gonna get a happy ending but i cannot guarantee his safety in the next one or the last one, but thats true for most of my characters

#well i dont know yet #ashen.ask #ashen.ocs #ashen.oc.aj #if your wondering why /// is after every question its so i can catch questions i answered easily. #did this in a couple of gos and out of order #nearing the end this took like. a week. #im sorry i talk about my ocs with terms thats just. ill find out one day! idk this is such a casual thing for me i #dont really actively think out every aspect of my guys for better or for worst #ALSO. wah. #IDK thats aj i guess? i do love him he is my favorite bastard i love adding shit to his design and making him cluttered as hell 🥰

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gif credit: @gaybuckybarnes

NSFW 18+

"Mornin-..." You said with a rough ruffle in your voice as you slid open the door to reveal Tom sitting at the other side. "...-colleague." The word laden with sarcasm. Tom doesn't respond as you take your seat while sliding the door close again.

Last night was just as vibrant as the bright sunlight that peered through the large windows into the car—igniting the stinging headache that lingered in your thick skull. Tom sat there beside you. Actually, there was quite a distance between the two of you. Not uttering a word as he just looks at you. You give two knocks on the panel to signal the driver. Within a few seconds, the van sets into motion, and you're off to set.

"I thought you'd get a coffee for me…?" You pout sadly like a puppy looking back at forth at Tom's takeaway cup and his eyes. They connect with the cup and some of the content as it sloshes left and right in rhythm with the bumps in the road. But Tom's eyes were occupied elsewhere. Giving you a thorough look over, top to bottom, and the other way around, taking his sweet time before his eyes darted back up. Locking with yours.

"Did I… miss a memo or something?" He stares at you sheepishly.

"Wh-… Why?" You try to give the most innocent look you could possibly muster, but you know damn well what you're doing.

"Cause you dressed like w-we… eh got… something to celebrate." His eyes sink once again. Taking you and your outfit in thoroughly. That blank expression grew into a mischievous little smile.

"You look good too today, Tom." You chuckle seeing Tom all giddy and smiling. Moving closer, you lean in, one hand cradling the back of his head, the other raising his cap. His soft fingers find your cheek, and you hook your lips onto his. Mouthing a good morning to one another with a slightly intoxicated smile on both your faces from last night. Just like every other morning in bed.

The giant bulge and stretching grey fabric of his sweatpants make no secret of Tom's occupied mind. His smile stretches along with the trajectory of your hand. Sliding past the tight black shirt encasing the rippling muscles of his stomach. "Careful…" You whisper in his ear. "Or you'll spill the tea." And with that, your fingers dig underneath the band of his sweatpants. The distinct outlines betray his hardened cock.

"W-Wait…" He chuckled and grinned. "He… The driver… He'll hear us." Tom struggled with his words as you continued to caress his warm skin with your lips. Sucking on his earlobe and working downwards from there. "And… t-the windows." Tom points out the car stopping beside you. The driver completely unaware as you wave and show him the finger. Tom tries to make you stop but finds himself occupied in other pressing matters.

"See?" You made your point to Tom as several cars drive by without giving the tainted glasses, and your disturbing hand signals a glance. "Privacy glass."

"I was afraid for a moment you'll start showing your ass to the window."

"I have some decency, you know." Patting his cheek. Almost sitting in his lap, you share another kiss. "But let's play a game." You proposed but already started without an answer. Your fingers slid along his length. With a flick of your wrist, you push back the band of his sweatpants and underwear. His cock springs free. "We didn't get to this last night."

"Oh sh-..." Tom wanted to moan and gasp but tried to contain himself. Throwing his head back, he sucked on his inner cheeks. Biting on his lips. A sucking breath of excitement echoed in your ear as you began massaging his length. "F-... F-F..uck… Is this… t-the right place, though?"

You watch the swaying motion of his heaving chest, big and muscly, bundled in this tight black shirt—nipples poking in the fabric. You know what they look like. What they felt like. Tom's breathes are labored as your grip tightens on his slippery length. It's your off-hand so getting into the pace was harder than expected. But it left your main hand ready to mingle with Tom. His body. And all the buttons you know how to press right. "I can stop… But your body thinks otherwise."

"Don't stop!" He commanded eagerly. "B-... But… you c-can't…" He protests with a smile and tries to fight the feelings, not finishing his sentence. Overwhelmed by his urges.

"Keep that cup upright, Tommy." You warn him with a grin on your face as you bury your lips into his collarbone. You saw the intentions in his eyes. You see his hands moving. You couldn't change his mind. But blocking his vision was a possibility. You struggle a bit, feeling him heat up as your lips and tongue grace his soft silky smooth skin.

"This is t-too good…" He swallowed and stuttered for a moment. What you tried to avert still happened. The muscles in his arm bulged and rippled as he reached for you. Swift and with great interest. His hand works its way into your underwear. Reaching for your slick and harderend cock. "But... let's make it even." He smirked as he popped free your cock from captivity, known as constricting pants.

His fingers gripped your length. A shiver shoots across your body as you watch your own cock in clear daylight. Tom's beautiful fingers wrap around the base and begin massaging your cock with a fierce, tight grip. It's making your toes curl from excitement. It's rough, you think for a moment as your breath stocks in your throat. But as if he reads your mind, he lets go. You trace his hand as he cups his fingers at his lips and spits into them. You almost forget to breathe as his hand darts back to continue its mission. The cold sensation of his spit connecting with your pulsating length is tingling. It rocks you on the spot. You're captivated by Tom's handy work. Seeing and feeling his fingers coat your sensitive skin. It's mesmerizing.

"H...-H-How we're going to s-settle this…" He whispers into your ear as you're captivated by his close presence stroking your length. Before you look up, Tom leans into your lap, tilting his head ever so slightly to make eye contact. You almost forget you have his cock in your hand. A bit of spit collects on his lips as he lets it drool onto your cockhead. It glistens. Shines. Spilling all over. Holding your shaft, his thumb gently begins to rub it all over the cockhead. Massaging it with the utmost care.

"F-Finish this…?" You stifle a moan as Tom moves back up. You feel him beginning to jerk your length with increasing vigor and intensity. Your shoulders rest against one another. Watching each other jerking. You both try to control your moans. His labored breaths indicate you're doing the right thing.

You share glances, knowing how competitive Tom is, you'll do whatever necessary to win this. You move in. Kissing the bare skin of him where possible and in reach. It turns messy quickly. You try to take control again. Pushing his cap up gets you in reach for a kiss. Those tender lips eagerly waiting for a kiss. They looked perfect. Even the way Tom looked at you. But other things were far more eager to happen.

You stare in each other's pleading eyes. Finding solace by resting your forehead against one another. Eager to kiss. Eager to cum. Eager for more. "I… c-can't…" He stammered while licking his lips. "We…" He emphasized while giggling nervously. "We can't… cum like this."

"I agree…" You try to smile back. Picking up the pace as you feel it come closer. You couldn't help yourself as your eyes feasted on those stunning lines and contours of his body. Accentuated by the tight clothing. "Let's... f-find a solution... quickly."

"I… I'm not going to…" He panicked a little. Feeling both climaxes reaching their own. Unsure what to do with the cup in his other hand. Desperate not no spill the contents. "No! N-Not in the cup!" He shook his head, mouthing the words as he saw it coming. You need not give him a second glance as he knew and felt what was coming.

A warm embrace engulfs your cockhead. A wave of release and ecstasy rolls from you. Tom's lips slide all the way over your length. A vacuum created by his lips makes sure he catches each and every drop and wave you let go. It's tantalizing and extremely arousing to see Tom giving you head. He coughs and wheezes as he pumps up and down your length. Sucking every last drop out. Your body locks in place for a moment as its senses ride out the waves of emotions.

Awakened again by the feel of your fingers. A groaning moan vibrated through your cock. Your hands dripping wet as Tom groaned and popped up from your well-labored cock. Eyeing his own. You weren't ready as small spurts of cum leaked from the slit. His cock throbbed in your hand. Harder as ever before. You wanted to reach over, but Tom's figure in your lap withheld you.

You were just too late. Feeling him shake and shudder. "Shit… "He spurted, watching the lines of cum dribble down in a quickening pace down his cock. Each stroke you complete sets more into motion. "Oh shit, oh shit!"

Tom watched in terror as the white lines of man juice cruised its way down his length, through your fingers, and to his clothing. Possibly staining it in the worst possible way. You don't await approval. You're set in motion. As Tom recoils back into his seat. You dart forward and kneel in between the front chair and his seat. There is space. It's tight. But doable.

You suck in a breath. And start working. Your tongue catches the largest trace of cum, retracing it back up along your fingers and his shaft. It's warm and collects easily onto your tongue. Like saving a melting ice cream in the heat of summer. You scoop the dollops of cum from his cock. Just in time before it's able to stain any piece of clothing.

"Just in time…" He whispers and sighs in relief. Turning into sighs of pure pleasure. "Just… just…" He mumbles as you let your lips envelop his girthy length. It fills your mouth good. The taste of cum is overwhelming. Your brace and brave yourself for the next few minutes to come. You begin sucking and moving your head up and down his shaft. Tongue lapping the underside. Giving extra care and attention to his sensitive cockhead. You feel his every move. His shakes and shudders. The overstimulating sensations rocked his body. His hands clamp on the side of your head. Stirring you on further and faster. His eyes stare at you. Lusting for so much more.

"Oh G-God... I'm gonna..." Tom stutters. You keep up the rhythm. Suck, twirl, and twist. Harder and faster. With one hand, you feel up his balls. Cupping and massaging them. The veins on his length start to feel more present against the skin of your lips. With your other hand, you feel him up. The rippling muscles under that tight black shirt. Keeping eye contact all the while. You don't feel the rocking of the road. Or the headache. Only you and Tom. You felt it coming.

He moans hard as his butt launches from the chair, choking you on his length. An explosion envelopes the insides of your mouth and gushes down your throat. Your body is held by the sudden clench of his thighs. Cum guzzling down your throat. So much more than before. It takes a couple of seconds as you try to control your gag reflex. Until he slops back into the seat. His muscles soften, and he breathes again. The smile and sight of relief on Tom's face is worth it all. Even though the cramps and pain shoot through your spine and legs muscles. It's worth seeing your man happy and relieved. "Fuckin' hell…" He moaned and smirked at you. "That was crazy." He giggled, helping you up from the floor. "I like this game." He leaned in, quickly kissing you before you pulled up his pants. "We didn't stain anything, did we?" He says, looking around, slightly distressed. "Did we…?"

"We only fogged up the windows." You run your finger across the condensed windows, gathering it onto your finger. "Or is that tea…?" Slipping the finger in between the lips of Tom, pressing yours onto his lips. You both lick and suck. Tasting more than the cold condensation. You find yourself almost curled up in Tom's lap. Continuing to gently kiss each other. "Imagine what we could do on the way back tonight."

"God… I hope this shooting day won't take forever." He smirked and kissed you back. "I can't fucking wait…" Enveloping you in his arms and pushing you flat onto the seat. "I'm yours on the way back." And violently begins kissing and caressing your body. With the slightest of sounds. "Anything..." He mumbles as he disappears underneath your shirt. "Anything."

"I just… just... I hope there's… a… shower on set." You sigh in contempt as Tom works his wonderful lips onto your body. Worshipping you for the remainder of the ride.

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Night Classes Pt. 2

Male Werewolf x Female Reader

There's a bit of silence after Bernard made his rather nonchalant confession. You can practically hear your heart in your ears as your face begins to feel flushed.

"You had a crush on me?" you stutter to ask.

Bernard gives your shoulder a light squeeze as he halts like a deer in the headlights. "Oh wow what time is it? You should be getting some rest and I... Ok ha... um wh-"

You poke his cheek and he gives you a flat smile.

"We'll add this to the list of things we'll talk about later," you cross your arms.

He sighs in agreement though he looks like he'd rather not. You have a million questions you want to ask him but your ability to understand and retain anything meaningful is null. Bernard carries you back to your room, refusing to look at you again. Your door is open so he brings you all the way in and takes you up to your bed.

He has a lot of nerve doing and saying theses things and not even looking at me!

And as if that weren't enough, all the tiny TV drama gods decided to trip him as he was trying to set you down. It happened so fast and you almost couldn't help but to laugh at the predicament the both of you were now in. Bernard looms over you, his chest heaving as he catches his breath from the shock. His hands have you pinned down to your bed and his fiery amber eyes are burning something fierce.

"You ever thought about doing this when you had a crush on me?" you chuckle, though you're almost surprised by how flirtatious you sound.

But Bernard doesn't laugh back and he doesn't look away. His leg brushes up against yours as he shifts slightly and you feel the fur, it's surprisingly soft and you want to feel more of it.

"Are you really not afraid of what I might be?" he asks, finally breaking the silence.

"The only thing that I'm afraid about with you is that you might find a lot of mistakes in my first draft and I'll have to rewrite the whole thing," you laugh.

He lets out a sigh of relief and grins, "I'd like to think that I advise corrections rather fairly. Oh and to answer your earlier question, yes I did have some fantasies that included the both of us on a bed."

You're stunned into silence and almost hope that he'll look away as he has been after saying something embarrassing but he doesn't. He still has you pinned down and is still hovering over you. You feel your heart beating a mile a minute as he leans in and...kisses you on your forehead.

"Get some rest," he murmurs, his voice low and breath hot against your ear. He removes himself from your bed and carefully leaves your room, shutting the door closed.

What in the fresh fuck was that?

You touch the spot on your head where he kissed you then smack yourself as if it would bring back some sense of self.

Sleep did not come any easier, you had sated your girlish fantasy of seeing your professor in boxers laying on your couch but now you have to deal with something else. You manage a meager two hour nap before having to drag your happy ass out of bed and get ready for work. You're halfway decent when you get a text from your boss that the office was flooded from last night's storm.

Biting your cheek you decide to check the damage report of the area and it's not looking too good. Luckily you live in one of the safer areas that has never flooded but that didn't mean it didn't effect you.

A knock to your bedroom door reminds you that you're not the only one here stuck. You quickly throw a T-shirt on, mismatching your work pants and shoes and open the door.

"Good morning," he rocks back on his heals and gives you a toothy smile. He's got his clothes back on and his hair is slightly untamed.

"Morning, did you uh sleep well?" you ask, fidgeting with your phone.

"Yup," he looks up at the ceiling, avoiding your awkward stare.

Everything from last night starts slowly coming back as you both sort of just stand there trying to think of what to say. You remember him having fur on his legs and that you had a million and one questions until he kissed you and knocked any intelligence you had last night.

Come on, say something! Anything! Come on brain think...think!

"So it uh looks like it flooded pretty bad. My office got flooded out and half the roadways are shut down for clean up and towing," you tell him.

Ok, good start...

Bernard stops rocking and almost trips back at the news but quickly clears his throat as if to retaliate any lost look of calm he might have had. "That is rather unfortunate... That is I mean that we both have to miss a day of work because no work means no pay and no pay means behind on bills and rent and then that means pleading with an already stingy landlord and you seem to be-"

You raise a brow at him and cross your arms, the look on your face quizzing and cutting into his prattle, "Breakfast?"

"That would actually be nice, yes," he sighs and makes way for you to leave your room.

The apartment kitchen you have is surprisingly large which was a bonus for you when you bought it. You were afraid that it would be small and unaccommodating to your cooking and baking hobbies but luck was on your side. You hardly eat breakfast at home save for on the weekends so you didn't have much to work with, some eggs, bread, and milk...

French toast it is.

"You're not allergic to anything are you?" you ask Bernard.

"No, but I'm not very fond of anything sour so...," he twiddles his thumbs as he leans against the counter.

You smile back at him and get started on cracking eggs. Bernard watches you although he'll look away if you catch him. Something about it feels strange and exciting? You shake your head of the thought and finish up breakfast, no point in getting hot and bothered over someone who had a crush on you.

Bernard rather awkwardly starts to fiddle around the kitchen, opening up cabinets and drawers till you notice that he's trying to help. Eventually he starts taking out the plates and grabs the syrup and butter. You coast around the kitchen and to the table with a small mountain of french toast. Bernard gives you another flat smile as he sits and you feel a bit off. You open your mouth a couple times to say something only to stuff it with a bite of breakfast.

This feels like one of the moments in which people mean the silence is so loud.... Let's just get this over with!

"So uh-" both of you say at the same time. There's a moment of silence again then Bernard breaks it with a loud groan, bending over into his hands. He mutters something and looks up from his hands, mischief in his eyes. You can't help but to giggle a little.

"We're doing really good at articulating this morning aren't we?" he smiles.

"I prefer the term adulting. Anyways you had something you wanted to say-" you cut yourself off and him, holding up a finger with a very serious look on your face. "And before you tell me to go first, I already gave the floor to you."

I lied, let him speak first... I don't want to make things weird

He rubs his face in his hands for a moment before sitting up and taking in a deep breath. "I'm a werewolf, my brothers and parents are too. We're harmless I swear, you know Logan, my folks, none of us... You won't say anything right?" he pauses, taking in the way you're grimacing at him. "You're upset?"

"Do you honestly think I'd rat you and your family out over something like this? You're right, I've known Logan for years, we still talk and your mother was there for me when my own parents kicked my sister and I out of the house!" you feel absolutely outraged that he would even think that of you and it hurt in a way you didn't think possible.

Tears start to sting the corners of your eyes and before you can even start to wipe them away Bernard snatches you up and holds you in his arms.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry please don't cry! I'm just...scared ok? I'm sorry," he pleads with you, his hands trembling against you. "I'm panicking here ok? I didn't mean to make you cry..."

~You're angry and hurt and all the things you don't want to be right now but you'd be a damn liar if you said that you didn't like this. The way he's holding you feels so familiar and it makes you feel safe. His hands lightly rub your back and the crying starts to ebb.

A few minutes pass and Bernard starts to pry himself away from you but he's still touching you, holding your hand in his. "I really didn't mean to make you cry, it's just that this is sort of a big deal for anyone outside a pack or family to know and it's not just me that could be put out."

You nod your head, knowing what he means. This is bigger than just him, it could put his family at risk too and you'd never wished that on them. You remember growing up listening to news stories and documentaries slandering werewolves, vampires, and the likes. You've never believed them and even now, standing right in front of one, find all that trash talk still absolute garbage.

"I never planned on spilling the beans Berny...but speaking of beans...," you give his hand a squeeze and smile at him flatly, a question bubbling up that nearly makes you laugh. "Do you have toe beans in your werewolf form? How tall are you as a werewolf? Have you ever howled?"

Bernard's face is blank for a brief moment before he starts cackling, "Of all the things you could have asked me about being a werewolf the first thing you had to ask was about paw pads? Really?"

"So you do have them?" you cross your arms.

"Yes, and to your other question I'm about three feet taller and yes I have howled," he raises his brows as if he's contemplating something. "I could show you if you want..."

"Your werewolf form?" you ask, then eye the ceiling not quite certain there's enough room for that.

"No, just my arms. Fully shifting isn't something that's done lightly and I don't want to drag you into that..." he says something else under his breath but quickly pulls his arms in, letting you go finally. He rolls up his sleeves and little by little things start to change before your eyes. His joints and bones shift and fur grows at an alarming rate. He turns his arms over so you can see the paw pads on his now clawed hands.

You look at them and then up to him and he rolls his eyes and laughs. "Go ahead, I know you want to touch them."

His paw pads are a lot squishier than you thought they'd be and his fur is very very soft. You press and squish at his hands for a couple minutes before you realize how quiet he's been. Looking up you see that his face is flushed and that he's been watching you.

Clearing your throat you let go of his hand and look away. Out of the corner of your eye you see a clawed hand come towards you then pinches your cheek.

"Satisfied?" he asks.

You nod and he stops pinching you, his hand smoothing across your cheek. "Do you mind if I keep them like this, it's a bit hard changing back right after I shift..."

Shaking your head you look back to him and everything feels like it's paused. The way he's looking at you makes your heart melt, and it makes you feel in a way you've never felt before. Sure you've dated though nothing solid and serious and no one made you feel much of anything, so why now? Why is it that he's looking at you with such softness in his eyes, the way he's touching you is so gentle but it doesn't seem like it's quite enough.

"I uh-" you both say, at the same time again and laugh.

"You first," Bernard insists.

"If you had a crush on me back then why didn't say anything?" you hold your breath and watch as his eyes widen.

"I thought you were with Logan and I...," he pauses, his expression darkening. "I didn't want to… didn't want you to hate m-"

You squeeze his hand that's been settled against your face and he takes a deep breath.

"I was... still am a bit of a mess when it comes to talking to people. I can teach no problem and head a class, but actually talking to people especially someone I like... like like-" he pauses and groans. "Listen all you need to know is that I was a coward who thought my brother was dating this amazing girl and I didn't have the balls to ask if he was or not."

"Oh," you gasp. You weren't quite prepared for that level of honesty or any real answer for that matter. You remember Bernard being brutely blunt, but that was mostly targeted at Logan or Thomas. Now here he is, laying himself out there over a crush he had on you years ago and you're not sure how to feel. Happy? no... Sad? a little... Disappointed? yes and no...

"That's all in the past though, a missed opportunity I suppose," he shrugs.

"It doesn't have to be," you say, before you realize what just came out of your mouth. You feel your face heat up and your heart going a mile a minute. "That is...I mean we could get to know each other, be friends first and see where that goes... if you want that is... completely up to you!"

Oh look who's pining now, I ought to go back in time and kick my younger self in her metaphorical nuts!

Bernard opens and closes his mouth a few times, making you more and more nervous with each motion. You try and say something but he moves a clawed finger to cover your mouth and he shakes his head with a soft smile. "I would very much like to see where this could go, after I ask you the thing I was trying to ask you earlier."

He moves his finger against your lips so slowly it almost tickles. You feel your heart speed up again as he leans down, his eyes never looking away from yours.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks, his voice low and gravely.

You nod your head and he steadies himself on your shoulders, a bit too tall to just simply lean any further and smooch you without tumbling over. His lips brush yours, the kiss is soft, just a peck, but it didn't feel like nearly enough. You lean forward, deepening it and encouraging more. Bernard's hands move from your shoulders to your back, never getting lower than the mid. Your head feels light when you two finally part and your eyes flutter when you look at him.

"That was..." he huffs, catching his breath.

"Good, but not nearly enough," you laugh.

Bernard gives you a bit of a smug look and kisses your cheek, "We could do a little bit more, draw a line somewhere and then we hold off until we're wanting something more than just being friends?"

"Clothes stay on and nothing more than kissing," you agree.

His lips were on yours again in no time flat after that, going deeper than before. You hold onto him for dear life when his tongue slides into your mouth. It's hot and intoxicating and dizzying. You sway a little so Bernard picks you up and sets you at the edge of the table. His eyes look glazed over, no longer the darting eyes of the anxiety riddled professor.

He looks so...Wild

He goes further down to your neck, nipping and kissing at the soft flesh and all you can manage to do is hold onto him to keep yourself upright. You squeak when he licks the tip of your ear and you punt him but he's already chuckling.

"Sorry, I just wanted to see how you'd react," he starts to pull away but you yank him back down by his shirt and nip his neck. He lets out a strained moan and a gasp when you lick over the area you bit.

"My turn," you nip again. His head rolls back, exposing more of his neck. Bernard inhales sharply as you scrape your teeth against his skin, his claws kneading into your hips and slightly tearing at the fabric of your shirt. You pull yourself up and nip at his ear and he quickly pulls away from you.

"S-Sorry I... If we do anymore I..." he stammers as he straightens himself. His hair is a mess and his shirt is wrinkled and riding up. You look down and see that his pants are straining a little bit.

You can't help but to laugh even as you're catching your breath. This felt oddly ridiculous and so much like the dramas you'd watch when you were bored on the weekends. One minute you're both nervous nellies the next you're making out and someone's getting a hard on.

"We had to draw a line somewhere, eventually," you sigh, still laughing.

Bernard looks you over then gives you a cringy smile.

"What's with that face?" you squint at him.

He scratches at his neck and pokes at a yours. It stings a little and suddenly you realize why the funny face.

"Did you give me a hickey?" you blurt, trying your damnedest not to laugh anymore but failing.

"You're not mad?" he asks, slightly confused by your response.

"Surprised that you had it in you, but no, I'm not mad. After all it looks like you'll be donning a couple of your own," you note.

Bernard pokes and prods at his neck, wincing when he finds the hickies you left. To your surprise again he doesn't look anxious or even upset about them like you thought he'd be. Instead his wide eyed blank expression evolves into something devious and smug grin sends thrills throughout your body.

"You have one and it seems I have three..." he runs a claw under your chin and tilts your head upwards. You smile back, just as smugly.

"And what are you insinuating sir? Even the odds?" you tease.

He moves in closer, his smug look disappearing as he cups your face and kisses you. It's a deep and long kiss without all the testing but more passionate than anything you've ever felt. Your head feels light when his lips part and travel back to your neck. He nips and sucks at the soft skin in a couple places, leaving behind two stinging marks.

"There we go..." he sighs against your ear. "Now we match."

You rub at the hickies, your face flushed and heart still racing. Bernard steps back, his smile returning to something shy as he runs his hands through his hair in a sad attempt to tame the thick waves.

The odd silence returns until the both of you look at each other and bust out laughing.

"I can't believe you let me just do all that," he rubs his face, still laughing.

You slide off the table, careful not to trip. "What, you mean play out some fantasy you had of kissing the girl you had a crush on?"

Bernard looks away and groans which makes you a bit nervous since looking away is his signature move for saying or doing something he's shy about. "I uh... I wouldn't necessarily say I 'had' a crush on you more like it sort of paused and then picked right back up again..."

"Oh... OH!" you slap your hand over your mouth overwhelmed by yet again another confession.

"Yeah, so that's that about that. I uh hope this doesn't make things too weird between us," he pats his hands against his legs.

You take a deep breath and draw a blank. Was this weird? No, weird isn't quite the right word.

Come on I'm a writer and I can't think of a word to use for this? Think dammit!

"You ok?" he waves a hand in front of you.

"I'm getting there," you sigh.

"Was that a bit much for one day?" he asks.

"No but it's tipping the scale a bit, can't say that this hasn't been the most exciting breakfast I've had... well aside from the one where your mom invited my sister and I to join your family at the diner and Logan and Thomas got into-"

"That food fight with some guys from your highschool! Oh gods Tommy and I were cleaning syrup out of our hair all day after that," he laughs and scratches his head.

The both of you reminisce about that day, laughing and eventually settling back into something less hot and heavy and more comfortable. Bernard helps you clean up from breakfast and you put a kettle on for tea. He's surprisingly chatty after that, talking about his time at college and asking you about work. He's so easy to talk to and you start to wonder the what ifs.

What if he did ask me out back then? Would I have said yes? We were both going through a lot back then so it might not have worked or maybe we could have made it work by supporting each oth- Oh my gods what am I thinking

You give yourself a stern mental 'stop that' and grab a couple of mugs out of your cabinet.

"So what do you tend to do when you're stuck at home all day?" he asks, leaning against the counter.

"Boring stuff really," you shrug. "Just watching the dramas on the only cable channel I get or working on my writing. Oh and if I feel fancy I order take out and lounge in bed while streaming."

"Very fancy," he snort laughs and rolls his eyes.

"What do you do when you have time off?" you ask, spooning loose leaf tea into the strain of your teapot.

"To be honest not much, I really don't know what to do when I get time off so I just end up looking up stuff to do but I usually never follow through or whatever I actually want to do is out of my budget," he grimaces.

"Oh I feel that," you wince and laugh.

"How about when you have your nieces, surely you must do something more exciting?" he asks.

"If your definition of exciting is spending half your day at soccer practice and the other half waiting for tap class to get out then it is certainly far more riveting than my usual weekends," you chuckle.

He snorts and gives you a once over, "You're a soccer aunt?"

You roll your eyes and grab the cream and sugar, sliding them onto the island.

"So since we're stuck here and the streets are flood what do you want to do?" you ask him.

"Huh..." he squawks.

"No idea?" you give him a flat smile while you pour the tea and pass him his cup.

"I was banking on you to have one," Bernard laughs and adds a copious amount of sugar to his tea. You raise a brow as he stirs it all in. "Oh you have no room to judge, I remember how you, Logan and Tommy would go through bags when you guys had to cram the night before tests."

You raise your hands and laugh, "You got me there, though I've had to cut back to be a good example for the girls. Jesse is sort of a health nut now so nothing processed and it has to cost an arm and a leg."

"Anyway back to what we're going to do with this day off... Since we have the time would you like to possibly move our lunch date to today?" he asks.

You were in the middle of sipping your tea when he asked so when your brain processed the word 'date' you choke. He rounds the island to see if you're alright and you cough out a "I'm fine, just went down the wrong pipe."

He rubs your back and that familiar feeling comes back but you can't put your finger on it.

"I'm fine I swear, just had a hiccup. Any who, are you ok with wading through water just to go out?" you wipe your mouth and turn to face him.

"I don't mind, plus it'll give the both of us something to actually do other than watching tv and browsing for shit to do and then not do it," he shrugs.

You couldn't argue with that logic but he'd have to shift his arms and hands back to look humany. You think about it a bit more, watching as he holds his mug with a clawed and furry hand, his paw pads squishing against the cup.

"How far away is the place you wanted to have lunch at?" you finally ask.

"Not too far, it's actually at the same diner that we were talking about earlier," he replies.

It really isn't that far, just a couple blocks away. You agree guessing he'll actually want to go closer to lunch than right after breakfast. To fill in the time between now and then he concedes to boredom and decides to watch one of the dramas you enjoy.

You didn't imagine he'd get into it but you're kinda glad he did.

Finally another person to share in this pain!

Somehow though between sitting down and finishing an episode Bernard got closer, a lot closer. You both had gotten comfortable, kicking your shoes and socks off and during commercial you grabbed some snacks. Now somehow you're curled up next to him and he's got an arm behind you...

It's not on me, it's just on the couch... We're just friends... Even though he said he still has a crush on me...and we did sort of make out...

"Ok I can see how you can get sucked into watching these all day," he groans.

"They're pretty addicting huh?" you laugh, re-situating yourself on the couch.

Bernard nods his head and stretches, his shirt riding up which allows you a splendid view of that forbidden dip into his pants. You quickly roll your eyes and look away before he settles back down.

"Well what do you want to do now?" you ask him

"Well it's still too early to leave to go to the diner and if I have to sit here and watch another drama that's probably going to be the only thing I'll end up doing all day... So," he sighs, his eyes widening and mouth flattening, "We could go for a walk, assess the damages, see if people need any help."

It wasn't a bad idea and you could think of a couple places that you passed on your way back home that there might be people who need some help. You agree and go and get changed and pack up some supplies. Bernard offers to carry your backpack filled with a first aid kit and other post storm related items.

You yourself are pretty used to the heavy rain with storms and flooding that would happen at least once a year. Bernard even brings up the time you and your sister hunkered down with his family one year during a bad storm. It was shortly after you and your sister were kicked out of the house, your sister for being unmarried and pregnant and you for taking up for her. It wasn't something you thought should be a big deal but your mom raised hell about it.

"If I remember correctly I was already staying with you guys while Jesse was still couch hopping. I think I just got the flu right before the storm hit," you note, pulling your rain boots on.

"Yeah, you scared the shit out of everyone..." he grimaces. "Logan came home early from school with you and practically begged our folks for you to stay while you recovered. You were so out of it back then that everything you did was an auto response."

"Was I really in that bad of shape?" you ask.

"Mom took you to the hospital and- Wait a second hold on! Are you saying you don't remember?" he turns back around and pulls you up till you're facing him.

"You don't remember the ride to the hospital or your sister coming in to check on you or me-" he cuts himself off, his face flushed and filled with hurt and confusion.

"I...I'm sorry I really don't know what happened but I can't remember much from then aside from falling asleep in class and just one day waking up in one of the guest rooms at your parent's place... I never thought to ask because everyone was busy preparing for the storm and no one ever brought it up so I just assumed it wasn't important."

Bernard backs away and runs his now humany hands through his hair, eyes darting this way and that before he finally takes a deep breath and settles down.

"Listen I'm sorry if I caused you and your family trouble but-"

"No no, it's fine. I just didn't think you'd forget but then again you were pretty sick and out of it most the time," he sighs.

You hang your head feeling a bit guilty but Bernard cups your face and leans down, pressing his forehead to yours. Before your heart would race at this sort of closeness but you just feel calm and at ease.

"We can talk about it another time, I just... need sometime ok?" he kisses your forehead and pulls you into a hug. "Sorry I got worked up."

"I feel like I'm at a carnival right now," you mumble.

"Why? Because I keep putting you on an emotional rollercoaster?" he looks down at you and pinches your cheek.

You shove yourself away from him and he laughs.

"We have officially tipped the scale on how much revelations I can handle today! No mas!" you poke at him.

"Agreed. Now then, I think we were supposed to go help some people," he says.

The both of you finish getting ready and leave your apartment. The water was maybe two or three inches on the first couple of blocks but gradually and very quickly did it rise. Bernard eventually had to roll up his pants and fasten them with the safety pins you had the foresight to bring.

After a few minutes you run into a few people who were stuck in buildings or didn't have enough charge in their phones to call home. You and Bernard get to them one by one, helping as much as you can. He helps this mother and daughter who had gotten stuck in their car last night calm down, the kid pretty shaken up.

You lend your phone out to a group of teenagers so they can call home and arrange a ride back. Bernard and you eventually round up the ever growing group and take them to the nearest storm shelter. It's on high ground and near the college so it's a bit of a walk. The group helps with the little kids, giving them piggy back rides with the permission of the parents. Everyone is pretty tired afterwards but happy that they're safe and out of the flooded streets.

A couple volunteers pass out towels and warm drinks, which you and Bernard happily accept.

"I did not think the water would be that freezing," you shiver, trying your best to dry off your legs and feet. "I hope no one here gets sick from it..."

Bernard nods his head and sips on the bitter coffee he was handed. You watch as people come in and out of the shelter, finding loved ones and getting warm with the emergency blankets.

This could have been Jesse and I if Bernard's family hadn't taken us in back then...

It's a bit of a haunting thought especially since the girls were born a few days after the storm subsided. But the thought is quickly interrupted when Bernard wraps one of the blankets around you.

"We should head back to your place as soon as you're warmed up enough. I know I wanted to move the lunch to today but I'd rather you not catch a cold and the diner staff are here as well," he nods his head in the direction of a group of waitstaff and cooks.

You agree and tell him you need just a few minutes and you should be good. He never leaves your side and asks nearly every other minutes if you're alright.

"Berny if you're that concerned just princess lift me out of here and back home," you roll your eyes, but he didn't take it as a joke.

He lifts you up and makes his way out of the shelter within mere seconds. You didn't even have a chance to say anything much less argue which at this point would be futile. Bernard is surprisingly fast considering you're weighing him down, a werewolf thing you think. You're home in a mere twenty minutes and in your livingroom wrapped up in possibly every throw and blanket you own.

Bernard puts the kettle on and starts pacing your apartment, lost in a panicked tangent. You have to wrestle your way out of your comfy confines to shake him out of it.

"If you keep walking around like this you're going to give me anxiety. I am fine! I get cold easily! Seventy three degrees is chilly, I fight with people over thermostats! Stop worrying yourself like this," you take his hands and he starts to calm down.

A couple minutes pass and you finally manage to get him to unwind. You agree the both of you need a hot shower and for Bernard that means his clothes will be held up in the washer and dryer again.

"You can borrow my robe and if anything slips... well we're both adult enough to deal with it," you shrug.

He only agrees after a short argument with the deal ending on you taking the first shower and drinking something warm afterwards.

After the both of you are showered and warmed by hot tea and cans of soup, you decide to sit back down and watch more dramas. Once again you somehow manage snuggled up next to Bernard, but you don't feel like skootching away. The rest of the day passes and the both of you ended up binging soap operas.

Bernard ended up passing out, still wearing your robe which was a little short on him. You're pretty comfortable yourself, not quite ready to get up but you know you need to switch the laundry over. You tell yourself a couple times you'll get up in a minute, just a couple more minutes, a few more seconds...

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let’s say the boys secretly read BTS fanfics.

what do you think would be each member’s go-to trope(s) or AU(s) or kink(s) or whatever to read?

like, for example, maybe you think yoongi would actively seek for friends-to-lovers aus. or you think Jimin would actively seek for fantasy aus. or seokjin would actively seek for exes-to-lovers aus with unprotected sex in the tags. maybe you think hoseok would seek for racer aus.

and why do you think that?

Ooooh, I LOVE THIS! We already know Yoongi's written them, so they must have stumbled upon at least one or two. Thanks for the ask! Here's my take on the tropes, AUs, and kinks for each member. Included are some examples of BTS fics that come to mind, plus tags and links to check out!

Q: Namjoon's go-to fic trope / AU / kink? A: Strangers to Lovers / Slice of Life, especially Magical Realism AUs / Gods, Angels, Demons AU / Non-Linear Storytelling / S&M

Namjoon's literary expertise guides him into fics that are out of the ordinary. He likes the idea that people start off as strangers and go on some kind of exporation together, only to find that they want that bond to continue once their journey is over. And throughout that journey, they have some truly out-of-this-world experiences, whether through the bend of time and space, or in revelations of love. What he really loves are fics that play around with structure. He enjoys slice-of-life AUs in which he gets to learn something new. Especially when BDSM comes into play. He's so intrigued. Spanking, choking, collars, leather, lace. That dark kind of sensuality. Throw it into the mix. He wants to see what happens. He also likes non-linear storytelling, with non-human characters, especially ones who are exploring metaphysical aspects like love, or morality. A philosophical, curious fanfic reader, just like he is with everything else. (Examples: @whatifyoulivelikethat's Pause, Roomie's / @mochilatae's The Roommate: Namjoon, @purgatorywriter's Falling into Sin)

Q: Jin's go-to fic trope / AU / kink? A: PWP / Slice of Life / Ass, Breast, and Nipple Play

Jin revels in stories that help him get to where he wants to go 😉 If his ears are red when he's on his phone while he's waiting for water to boil, or when it's someone else's turn to drive, and you'll know he's reading something downright debaucherous. T&A, all day, every day. Give him that vivid, graphic, imagery. He wants to look, feel, grab, taste, pinch, thrust, come. Tell him exactly what angle. Exactly how loud. Double points if he gets to be the main character. Triple points if he's showing off his own skillset. Stories that smirk knowingly, the same way he does. But his secret? His faves -- the ones that earn likes, reblogs, or bookmarks in his anonymous collection -- are stories that have passion and heart, that have something sweet and meaningful behind their eyes. (Examples: @purplehearts1996's Truth or Dare, Trouble, and Sorry Daddy; @floralseokjin's Glazed and Dazed; @jamaisjoons' Good Girl)

Q: Yoongi's go-to fic trope / AU / kink? A: Slow Burn / Angst / Techie AUs, if that makes sense?, and Family Dynasty, Chaebol fics -- hear me out!! / Oral, obvs

First of all, there are countless fics that cover this, but Yoongi’s. Tongue. Technology. He loves reading about people giving and receiving oral. He judges people's dexterity and reactions and compares them to himself. He'll either read an oral scene and smirk at how much better he could do it, or enthusiastically take notes... 

ANYWAY, MOVING ON BEFORE I GET COMPLETELY DERAILED -- though I give BTS examples of such fics, I feel like he wouldn't read fics about himself or the guys because it'd be too weird for him? He's into slow burn, angsty fics where things don't always end happily because, well, that's life. The kind of fics that initially grab his attention are stories that are techie in feel and theme. Think futuristic, hacker, android, robot, scientist, steampunky AUs. Or fics that involve some kind of technical aspect, where characters have a highly specialized skillset, and the story revolves around that skillset coming into play somehow. But! I think he also secretly likes reading dynasty / chaebol kinds of fics! This is solely based on the fact that he watched Sky Castle?? Which is apparently about a bunch of rich parents?? Trying to get their kinds into a prestigious university?? So I think what really gets Yoongi hooked is a dramatic, emotional soap opera that also has some kind of framing device, a task or event that brings people together, forcing them to accomplish or deal with something, with an added bonus if some technical aspect is involved. (Examples: @taestefully-in-luv‘s The Island, @reliablesmitten's Bona Fides, @sahmfanficbts's Promise Me, and I just gotta plug Hideaway because I’ve imagined him reading it ever since I learned about him watching Sky Castle)

Q: Hobi's go-to fic trope / AU / kink? A: Drabbles and Reactions / Any AU / Overstimulation

Hobi's so into his body, so rooted in the physical world, that he would really gravitate toward drabbles and reactions, those quick snippets like darts right to his heart before he's off to the next dance practice or rehearsal. The right oneshot can get him in the mood like the right song can, and the rest of the guys will know that he's been reading something particularly hot when he gets to practice and he turns it on at full wattage. He's into any character, any AU, any trope, any situation, but what really sends him over the edge is when there's a scene with overstimulation, a moment that dares you to push past your physical limits and rewards you with a feeling you never knew you could experience. (Examples: @blu-joons's entire imagines masterlist, Roomie / @mochilatae's and @purgatorywriter's #micro drabbles and general drabble battles, @xjoonchildx's Dinner & Dessert as well as Close Call from the Guarded series, @btsqualityy's BTS Kink Series: Denial and Overstimulation, @hazzapapi's dirty bts reactions)

Q: Jimin go-to fic trope / AU / kink? A: Friends to Lovers / Social Media AUs / Praise

Surprise, surprise, the supposed gossip loves a SMAU! He's all about the messy drama. He loves knowing everybody's point of view, getting everyone's reactions in real-time, feeling fully immersed in the world and part of the conversation. He loves judging how people react, to the point where he's almost screaming at his phone screen when someone does something ridiculous. When he gets an appetite for the smut, though, he's all about a praise kink. Based on literally every Run ep, he loves compliments, hearing how good he is, how good he makes you feel. Maybe that's really why, whatever he reads, he's always in such a great mood afterwards. (Examples: basically all of @kimnjss's SMAUs, esp Cyberslut, @burningupp's Remember Me, @sopebubbles' Bulletproof Heart, and @btsrunmylife​‘s What U Need)

Q: Taehyung's go-to fic trope / AU / kink? A: Yandere / Mafia and Rich Boy AUs in which he's the STAR! / Huge (Massive) Cock Kink

Taehyung is as much an actor as he is a musician, so when he's not working on a show, and he's got some downtime in the green room or on a flight, he's reading fics to imagine himself as the main character in his own fics. Whenever I think of Tae reading, I think of him looking for an escape, versions of him that he doesn't always get to show but that he enjoys playing around with. So he leans hard into the obsessive, yandere, dominant side of things, with an air of sultriness and danger. And obviously, he loves getting to read about all the kinds of crazy ways he makes you beg for him, scream for him, with his various endowments 😉 (Examples: Roomie / @mochilatae's Sticky Fingers, @flowesona’s Ultimatum).

Q: Jungkook's go-to fic trope / AU / kink? A: Fantasy / Gamers / every kink in the book, so long as there's some kind of Fluff and Romance along with his Smut lol

Jungkook's way into fanfic could be the gamer world, which would extend to fantasy. His love for gaming, anime, and his appreciation for cinematography, would hyper-fuel his imagination at all the incredibly creative fic worlds out there. He doesn't seem like the type to naturally have his head in the clouds, so he'd be enraptured at all the detail that writers put into these universes. He'd enjoy stories in any AU that talk about things from a gamer's perspective, but I think he'd also enjoy stories where he is IN video games, living out different kinds of adventures and exploring different worlds. Also, given that he thinks he'll supposedly hear a bell when he meets The One, he no doubt appreciates sweet, romantic stories that contain more erotica than straight smut. But note that even with this whimsy, I still believe Jungkook is 100% a dom lol. (Examples: @btsrecmylife's Into the Safe Zone, @polyjoon's Sonder, which is a delightfully creative, absolutely magical Jinkook story that blew me away because Jungkook is an NPC!)

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