#AND I DEFINITELY DEFINITELY HAVE NOT BEEN THINKING ABOUT THE SAME CHARACTER FOR LIKE TWO WEEKS OR SOMETHING.

[mechncheese]

Science Cont Yapping

Character Concepts, Ideas, Possible things, oh my ! Mostly putting this out here to discuss my thought process, you can have a look into my mind if you'd like and lmk what you think !

OK ! So I think I've sorted how I'm going to go about the science continuity ! I'm thinking that I'll split it into two (like how IDW Robots in Disguise and MTMTE take place during the same time but follow two different storylines and eventually fit back together). So we have Science AU Ambition - following Jetfire, Wheeljack, Ratchet, and Perceptor stuck on the moon of Ambition trying to accomplish their mission (finding a way to restore Cybertron + returning home)

Science AU Cybertron - an anthology following various different characters as they struggle to fight a war on a dying Cybertron

Brainstorm and Prowl start out on Cybertron but eventually make their way to where Jetfire and the others are.

I'm still trying to keep this on a small scale but omg it's so hard when I want to do so much and there's so many characters and moving parts.

But here are some fun stuffs; character concepts !

Women have arrived ! I heavily changed Lifeline from her G1 version.

Design wise; I drastically changed her, I wanted to give her a bigger build, I think I could've definitely pushed it a bit more but I want Quickslinger to have a vastly different and heavier build compared to her.

here's what I have in mind for Lifeline;

She works with her bodyguard and assistant Quickslinger and their job is to stabilize critically injured bots on the battlefield so they can be brought back to the base's Medbay, First Aid and Red Alert can handle the rest.

Lifeline is their superior while Ratchet is away and she's more experienced than First and Red. First Aid wants to be a field medic as well but Lifeline keeps telling him no, mostly because he's too inexperienced and she's low-key scared something is going to happen to him because well. They lost Pharma and Ambulon.

In terms of personality, Lifeline is more serious and exhaustion from working has drained her. Fighting is not her forte nor is it something she wishes to participate in, but if push comes to shove she'll immobilize her opponents with the electromagnetic pulse in her palms or she'll just sick Quickslinger on them. She's desensitized to a lot of the horrors on the battlefield and someone needs to give her a paid vacation asap.

Oh also Minerva will be here eventually she's another medic, she mostly works with making the medicine.

Of course, Miss Arcee is here too, she goes on scouting patrols with Bumblebee and Hotrod and they're besties. I imagine they all have a more sibling dynamic with one another.

Arcee I imagine is a mix of Cyberverse and Earthspark in terms of personality, she's chipper, fun to be around, and shows her affection through punching. Arcee has a big heart and that is both a strength and weakness, she would not hesitate to throw herself in recklessly into combat if it meant protecting her allies. She's more a melee type of fighter and uses her speed to her advantage. I kept her design relatively simple and kept her pinks light since I wanted Elita-1 to have darker pinks.

Hear me out guys,, what if Thundercracker was an Autobot ? I'm biased but PLEASE !! THUNDERCRACKER !!

I changed his outlier ability to be more electrical based. As for his defection from the Decepticons.. I imagine he was nonaligned for a while but realized he can't survive alone, then Bumblebee's scouting team found him on a patrol and brought him in. His place on the Elite Trine has been replaced by Slipstream, so it's now Starscream, Skywarp and Slipstream. Haven't worked out the details but I'll cross that bridge when I get there, but they're pissed about Thundercracker, trust.

Thundercracker works with Windblade and Cosmos as Autobot Air Support.

moving forward I do want to try and push bot body types more I FEEL LIKE I SUFFER A LOT FROM SAME BOT SYNDROME I have to change that-- I'm better about it when I'm working with organic characters but something about mechas is just such a different learning curve

[balrogballs]

balls, I know you feanorianpost whole lots but what do you think about Thingol. he is definitely a Character and even a little bit of a Creature I daresay. he saw melian trolling in the woods and stayed there, presumably shagging her, for a whole hundred years when he should have been helping his kin.

what do you think about this guy. I really really am dying to know.

oh i am so glad someone asked me this question because i think thingol is a

💕✨ FREAK ✨💕

now i hope you are well acquainted with the Balls dictionary enough to know that FREAK is a term of endearment i only give to the most deserving of weirdos. maedhros level weirdos. now, here are some thoughts about thingol, absolutely zero of them based in any canon except the ballscanon:

the guy is hot and completely unaware of it. i do not mean hot in the “🥹 omg elrond u look like luthien 🥹” sense of beauty, mind you. he is not wholesome hot. he is freak hot. thingol wears a jockstrap under his robes and thinks its normal underwear. thingol bleaches his asshole and is hands down convinced that is a normal part of every elf’s bedtime routine. he oozes raw sensuality in a way cheese sweats when accidentally left out at room temperature = mildly worrying, but like fuck are you going to not eat it.

thingol is a devoted husband. thingol has an ass tattoo of melian’s name and gets annoyed at anyone who says that is not a normal thing to do. she has to physically stop him from making a rule that marriage in his kingdom is invalid without ass tattoos. guy almost invents marriage certificates in a race whose marriage ceremonies involve sucking and fucking and nothing more. accidental bureaucracy.

in an alternate universe where fëanor and thingol had an actual diplomatic meeting instead of whatever the fuck they ended up doing. they would have started an affair in two seconds. they would have solved all their political problems through fingering. in the words of maedhros from my fic, “ I can confidently say that the world might have been a more peaceful place had my father and uncle not turned to jewelcraft and monarchy and instead channelled their scientific curiosity and diplomatic acumen into the internal exploration of his fellow men.”

thingol has a total array of weird habits, vis a vis winston churchill — a lot of them are true, but some of them are straight up lies mostly made up by either beren or maedhros, for no reason whatsoever. the problem is that the guy was weird enough that it’s difficult to ascertain truth from lie. eg: thingol walks around naked at home constantly, from the moment he rises to the moment he sleeps (true). thingol has raw eggs blended into his breakfast smoothies (false). thingol takes the staircases on all fours (true). thingol has a tramp stamp in quenya in the same way british people on holiday get tattoos in random asian languages they don’t speak (true). he banned quenya because maglor pointed out that the tattoo didn’t say “admirer of woodlands” like he thought, it said “cock is good sandwich filler” (partially false because maglor was lying for memes and the tattoo did actually say the woodlands thing).

hope this helps 😇

[soyales]

i have no defence for this, my opinions came rushing out, please ignore thanks byeee

ok so i get that madoka magica is like peak anime, an eternal work of art and trancendent divine tragic yuri, but like i wanna yap about the amazingness of orpheus and eurydice’s tragedy.

so orpheus and eurydice’s story comes from thousands of years of cobbled together bits and pieces from oral tradition right? its not really a medium that lends itself to continuity and meaningful foreshadowing, symbolism and the like. its honestly probably that ancient poets just thought, “i think this is how it went? whatever story some old guy told me twenty years ago probably did this right?” and just went full send on whatever the hell they felt like talking about, superimposing their own interpretations and perspectives onto this fable. ALSO THE GREEK MYTH HAS ITS OLDEST SOURCE FROM ANCIENT ROME, THATS *CENTURIES* AFTER ITS SETTING. theres no way any modern depiction in any way can stay “accurate” or “faithful” to its original form, our “original” is already a re-telling thats basically fanfic at that point. it has three (3) total story beats, eurydice dies, orpheus goes to the underworld, orpheus fails. its not so much about the story, i think, more of the message it sends about the finality of death and futility of humanity in the face of death, which I would argue is like the crux of most tragedies. it always ends in death, and the tragedy of their love centres around death, and their inability to escape it. i think it is more of a relatable tragedy to us non-magical girls turned immortal divinity, even though absolutely none of this shit is literally realistic to anyone outside a fictional world, its an analogy, of the suffering caused from the death/abandonment of loved ones. they don’t really need further depth into their characters nor relationship, i think it exists nicely as an ideal or concept, to be doven into by anyone.

i can’t say much about madohomu because its been a while since i had last seen it, but from what i remember it gets kinda insane with the lore and yeah i remember it being an amazing experience with brilliant writing, but i don’t want to say definitively that its a better story. it is, but like i dont want to admit it ok?? its a single story of a single writer’s mind, while my classical greek otp is a mishmash of thousands of years of artists of all kinds.

even with the messiness of mythos and the simplicity at its core, orpheus and eurydice have many different versions of their tale over time, a real life history that madohomu just dont have, and i think it sort of makes up for the less stable premise. it has just a richer history that i think is really interesting, weaving in the history of each storyteller in each rendition.

take hadestown the featured pic, it plays real fast and loose with the commonly accepted lore of the myth — the song he sings is different, the setting changes from the golden age of heroes in the hellenistic area to some sort of western railroad wild west-ish place, eurydice isnt a nymph, the satyrs arn’t there, etc. — but it still runs through the same simple story beats. it is different to ovid’s metamorphoses’ depiction of them, where they seem to focus more on the “no matter what you can’t escape death”, whereas hadestown seems to say more that “no matter what you can’t escape capitalism” (i know im grossly generalising it, shush.) all this to say its a different take, made by different people, and my own take in my mind is also different to all of yours as much as yours are different to all others, even if it is only in the most minute way. theres no right answer with these old ass myths, while there can be a slight directive with something more modern and crafted as pmmm.

theres just something super tragic about the fact that no matter how many renditions and versions orpheus and eurydice’s story goes through, all of them end up with the two being separated. their most remembered story beat is that orpheus fails her, and they don’t manage to live happily ever after, which is a special sort of tragic at least to me. also im defending orpheus now. i swear he’s not an absolute loser failure ok??? hes somewhat functional, but less so without eurydice. he’s literally walking out of the underworld, escaping death. at his point in time, NO ONE HAS DONE THAT BEFORE (no one still has, but i digress). the sheer stress of that compounded with the fact that he’s dealing with gods — who in ancient greece are famously known to not want to benefit mortals like he — would make anyone in his position weak. its a little mistake, that unfortunately has grave consequences attached. how easy is it to hear a sound behind you and instinctively look and check? with the knowledge that your love of your life may or may not be behind you no less. he was just about leaving the underworld, the sight of the sky ahead of him, what if he thought they had already succeeded? a small misconception, a tiny movement of the head, just a small turn of his eyes and everything crumbles before him? its his fault, and he knows it best. but also i can’t judge him for that, he does way better than i think most people would do in that situation. most people wouldn’t have even stepped foot beyond the acheron and he went fully in and out without killing himself (entirely).

alright thanks if you read all of that, i can’t even read that and its only been 5 seconds since I typed the last sentence. 14 seconds now <333

anyways madohomu supremacy lets goooo tragic yuri wins <33333

Tragic Ships Tournament: FINAL ROUND

Propaganda under the cut!

Orphydice:

"y'all probably know the story of orpheus and eurydice. but they are SO tragedy. they are TEXTBOOK tragedy. they redefined the genre. on their literal wedding day as she's walking down the aisle eurydice gets bit by a snake and dies. orpheus loves her so much he goes down to the underworld to try and save her. hades allows him to take her back to the land of the living, as long as she walks behind him, and he cannot look back, otherwise her soul will be taken. he's mostly fine , but begins to doubt and at the very end of the tunnel, he looks back. they lock eyes for a moment before she disappears back into hell. orpheus is then so distraught that he wanders the earth singing mournful melodies and gets stoned to death by some nymphs who think his sad songs are bumming them out. DUUUUDE their story consumed my every waking thought as a child."

Madohomu:

"madoka magica aired 12 episodes in 2011, with a sequel movie titled “rebellion” released in 2014. it’s been over 10 years since then, and these two have become the face of yuri. if someone makes a meme about loving yuri and makes a collage of example ships, madohomu are 100% gonna be present. video essays, fanart, fics, music videos and all kinds of fan projects featuring them are still wildly popular on all social media platforms.

but let’s talk about them (without going into too many spoilers, so this will be about the thematics in their relationship). they are light and darkness. the ying and the yang. forever intertwined. one would not exist without the other, yet they cannot exist together. for madoka has too much love for every living thing and too little for herself. and homura has too much love for madoka it blinds her to everything and everyone else, and she struggles with deep self-hatred. madoka has forsaken her own existence for the world, and homura has forsaken the world she created for her. the show has a lot of religious imagery, and madoka is akin to a god; there’s a shot of homura, who grew up catholic, kneeling at the feet of a gigantic statue of madoka, praying, but her hands stain her clothes. because if madoka is god, then homura is lucifer - specifically, iblis, the muslim version of lucifer, who loved god so much he betrayed him, for he’d rather defy him than bow to his creation, humans. and homura would rather defy the sanctity of madoka’s wish, rather than obey its laws, for she will take madoka’s happiness in her hands, if she refuses to. in the movie, dolls representing homura’s inner machinations yell, “gott ist tot”, for homura’s god, madoka, dies in the movie, when homura remembers that madoka was human first, and godhood was something she reached to save everyone, against her best interest and happiness. their relationship is one of love, kindness, obsession, devotion, hope, faith, worship - they are the thesis and the antithesis, the beginning and the end, the alpha and omega, an unstoppable force and an immovable object. forever locked in a struggle, never fully embracing, for madoka will always sacrifice herself for the world, and homura will always doom the world and herself for madoka."

[rkiveslibrary]

You Are My Crush, I Got A Crush On You

Summary: Namjoon's clumsiness causes you to make a soup and an unexpected snowstorm causes you to stay the night. What could possibly happen when you are left alone to spend a night in the same house as your crush?

Word Count: 8.4K

Paring: Namjoon/Reader (Seokjin is also a minor character and there is a flashback that includes all the boys)

Rating: 18+ MDNI!

Tags: PWP, reader is Jin's little sister, Namjoon's clumsiness strikes again, Yoongi locking himself out of the studio strikes again, mention of Seventeen though they aren't characters in this, Reader has a crush on Jihoon (same) flirting, POV switch, playful banter, flashbacks, stuck in a snow storm, slight fluff, mentions of boners, smut, porn, hinting of female masturbation, male masturbation, jerking off, blowjobs, hand jobs, cum swallowing, poor Joon is so pent up, mentions of eating pussy but no actual eating pussy

Authors Note: This has been on my mind for far too long and there have definitely been a lack of Namjoon fics in the fandom so I decided to finally sit down and write this. Also it's purely self indulgent because yes I have a big crush on Namjoon and also Jihoon from SVT. Thank you for reading and I do have a part two planned just once again I have to get the motivation to sit down and write it LOL.

Normally workouts make you feel good, strong and powerful

But today’s workout made you feel like your body was a block of solid cement.

You walked out of your workout class pushing your sweaty hair back the best you could while searching through your overcrowded gym bag for your car keys.

Once you finally found them at the very bottom of your bag and slid into your car you let out a weary sigh.

All you wanted to do was go home, shower, sit on the couch, and do nothing for the rest of the day, however, you knew as important as it was to move your body, it was also important to fuel your body and your lackluster groceries would not get you through the next couple of days, so a quick grocery run it is.

Lucky for you, the grocery store was only a six-minute drive from the gym, so you cranked up your pump-up playlist and put the car in drive.

Right as you stopped at a red light, the song that was playing was cut off by a loud ringing. You stared at your car display to see that your older brother was calling you.

You were instantly worried. He never called you for anything unless it was an emergency so you turned down the volume and answered on the third ring.

“What’s up is everything okay?” You asked slightly panicked as you made a left turn and flipped your visor down so the sun didn’t blind you as you drove.

“Hello to you too my dear sister.” He said, his voice smooth and teasing which caused you to roll your eyes.

“You only call when something is seriously wrong. So what happened?” You repeated as you drummed your fingers against the steering wheel.

“I can’t call my sister and want to chat?” He asked as you rolled your eyes again.

“No Jinnie you usually don’t so sorry for me thinking you were in danger. Now what’s up? If you don’t answer I’m going to hang up on you. I’m busy driving to the grocery store and you did interrupt one of my favorite songs.”

He laughs as you huff.

“And what song would that be hmm. If you say a Seventeen song I’m going to be the one hanging up on you.”

“What do you want Jin.” You interrupt because okay yes. You were listening to a Seventeen song.

“My sister. My only sister listening to another band besides mine. Wow, I’m hurt.” He teases as you pull into the grocery store parking lot.

“Jin I know you didn’t call me to tease me about my wonderful music taste now what do you want?” You asked throwing the car in park and gathering your things.

“Wonderful? Which one of Jihoon’s masterpieces was it this time?” He asked as you drummed your fingers against the steering wheel again in impatience.

“Jin I’m serious I just got out of a workout class and I still need to get groceries. I just want to go home and shower so please cut to the point of this call.” You whine as you hear him laugh.

“Grocery store! Perfect that’s what I was calling about anyway.” He says and you can almost hear him grin over the phone.

“I’m not buying you groceries if that’s what you asking about..” You argue.

“No that’s not it. Can you make some dumpling soup tonight? I kind of need it.” He says as you cock an eyebrow.

“You don’t sound sick Jinnie.” You say suspiciously.

“Oh no it’s not for me. Well, I’m going to have some of course but it’s for Namjoon.”

Namjoon

Oh.

Your heart began to beat wildly as Jin explained.

“So he stepped right instead of left and almost smacked into Jungkook. He ended up on the floor with a swollen wrist and ankle. He’s been at home for the last six days pouting because the company doesn’t want him to do anything at all until he is healed.”

“Soup won’t heal a sprain Jin.” You remind him pulling up your phone to add the ingredients for the soup to your list.

“I know but I was hoping it would make him less grumpy. He’s being a major baby right now trying to do everything on his own and I figured the soup would make him feel better. But I want none of that online recipe stuff I want you to make Eomma’s recipe.” Jin explains.

“Okay fine but on one condition.” You say as you mentally plan everything out.

“Which is?” Jin asks.

“I bring it to him.”

You can already hear Jin’s whining but you cut him off.

“No. No way Jinnie! You are going to have me make this soup and you're going to drop it to Namjoon and take all the credit like you always do. This soup takes hours no way am I going to let you take credit for it.” You say as you disconnect the Bluetooth in your car and hold the phone to your ear as you exit to grab your reusable bags from the back.

“I wasn’t going to do that!” He protests.

You raise an eyebrow.

“Okay, fine you can bring it to him and eat with us. I guess. God, you are so dramatic sometimes you know.” He says still whining as you bite your lip.

“You do know I haven’t forgotten when I spent all night making chocolate cupcakes for your comeback and you took all the credit for them.” You remind him as you close your trunk and lock the car.

“That was ages ago! Forgive and Forget and all that crap.” He says as you let out a laugh.

“Never Jinnie. Now I’ll text you when it’s done and you will text me his address got it.”

After much whining Jin agrees and when you hang up the phone there is a bounce in your step as you enter the grocery store armed with reusable bags and a vision.

---

Three Years Ago…

You had cleaned the entire house for Jin. You knew he would be having the boys back here after the award show and the second you walked in your eyes nearly fell out of your head when you saw how downright gross it was.

After over an hour of cleaning, you began to prep the food for them. Nothing too crazy as most of it was catered in but you still managed to make a cheese platter and a fruit tray as the award show was playing in the background.

When BTS won you cheered and danced around the kitchen, your eyes happily falling to the TV and pride bloomed in your chest when you saw Jin and the others walk up to the stage.

However, your eyes didn’t stay on your brother for too long as they drifted to Namjoon and you bit your lip. God did he ever look good in his tight-fitted clothes, with his hair pushed back and a slow sweet smile on his face as he let Jungkook take the award.

Your crush on Namjoon started way before their award days, it started when Jin called your parents and told them he was signed on to a company and was going to be a K-pop idol. A week later he let you and your parents come down to the dorm to meet the other boys and your eyes landed on Namjoon.

Tall, Lanky with a slow easy smile he shook both your parent’s hands and when he shot you a wink you nearly melted to the floor.

But nothing ever came from it.

You were always Jin's little sister and he was Namjoon. The boys got busy, your life got busy and you hardly saw them unless it was at performances and even then you never got a moment alone with Namjoon though he was always polite and pleasant to you.

Tonight would be the first time you would be alone with them in years and you were feeling both a mix of nerves and excitement.

Hours later the food had arrived and you were just finishing setting everything up when the door banged open and you heard seven different voices talking at once as you smoothed down your sweater and tried to look busy in the kitchen.

“WE DID IT!” Jin called out as he rounded the corner and wrapped you in a one-armed hug that had you smiling up at him.

“Thanks for cleaning and getting everything set up! Take some food before you go yeah?” He said as Taehyung smacked Jin’s shoulder and clicked his tongue.

“She came over, cleaned your dirty place got everything set up and you're sending her away? No way! She parties with us tonight. Champagne?” He asked you with a playful smile on his lips Jin rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he began piling food on his plate as the others followed suit.

An hour later you were sitting on the couch next to Jin and Hoseok as the boys replayed the night for you. They were a little bit more than tipsy but you were feeling just buzzed as you cut yourself off at one drink.

You didn’t want to make a fool of yourself in front of them

Especially not in front of Namjoon.

So you took your time sipping your champagne that probably cost more than your rent as you listened to them tell the story.

“Then after we won the award Mingyu came up and hugged us. Well, almost all of Seventeen did which was super cool but because there are so many of them it was like we were being mobbed.” Jungkook said with a cute bunny smile.

Your eyes shifted to Jin as he grinned at you mischievously.

“Don’t you dare Jin” You warned under your breath as he grinned and the others fell silent.

“We should have asked Jihoon to come back and celebrate with us.” He teased as you nudged him hard making him almost spill his drink.

“Wait why?” Jimin asked eying you both as you shot Jin a death glare.

“My dear sister here has the biggest fattest crush on him. You’d think having a brother in BTS would make her more loyal.” He teases as you put your drink down to cover your face with your hands in embarrassment.

You knew you were blushing, you knew the tips of your ears were red as the boys all giggled around you.

“It’s not about loyalty! I just think he’s very smart and talented and I like his music, their music so sue me!” You argued back as Jin threw his head back and laughed.

“So that’s why you had posters of him on your wall...because you admire his talent?” Jin teases wiggling his eyebrows as you try to pinch his arm but he dodges out of the way.

“It would be weird to have a poster of you on my wall and you know it Jinnie!” You say sweetly back shooting him daggers with your eyes

“We could set this up you know,” Taehyung said as he sipped his drink, his eyebrow cocked in mischievousness that made your stomach turn.

“No no! Stop I don’t want my baby sister dating Jihoon. Or any K-pop idol! It was a joke!” Jin scolds as the others laugh and now take their turn to tease him.

“You were the one to bring up the crush!” Jungkook reminds.

“Jihoon is very talented you have good taste.” Yoongi teases with a wink and you blush wildly.

Everyone thinks Yoongi looks like Jihoon so the comment makes you smile.

“I happen to share a birthday with Joshua I’m sure he and I could get the ball rolling.” Taehyung teases as Jin throws his hands out.

“No! Guys! She’s not dating any K-pop idol thank you very much. She’s my baby sister I don’t even want to think about her dating at all!”

“I mean I could call Mingyu. He’s tall and handsome I’m sure he would be honored to help.” Jungkook chimes in as the room erupts in laughter.

“No no! Don’t encourage her! We are supposed to protect her not throw her to the wolves!” Jin argues.

“Come on they are all nice!” Hoseok chimes in as he raises his glass to you in silent cheers and you can’t help but grin.

“I agree with Jin. We shouldn’t.” Came Namjoon’s diplomatic voice as you turned to him and he was staring at you with such intensity it made you swallow hard.

The room fell silent as Namjoon spoke and your eyes widened as he reached for his drink and spread his legs wider showing off his thick thighs in those damn dress pants that you loved so much.

“She’s been ours since day one. We don’t share. Seventeen can find their own good luck charm.” He says, successfully ending the conversation with a sip of his drink.

The rest of the night is filled with laughter and teasing at the other’s expense thank god and as you make your way to the kitchen to refill your glass, this time with water Namjoon joins you.

“Need a refill?” You ask as you try to calm your shaking hands as you hear the other erupt into loud giggles in the other room.

You had never been alone with Namjoon in a room before and it was making your skin prickle and your heart pound.

“Yeah, maybe just some water.” He says smoothly holding his glass out to you as you fill it.

“I meant what I said earlier you know. You’re ours. We don’t share.” He then does something that takes your breath away.

He tilts the glass to his mouth and takes a slow swallow and you watch as his throat bobs and you grip the counter.

When he removes the cup from his lips he shoots you a wink, the same wink you saw all those years ago except now he is tall and buff from all that working out and his chest is straining behind the fabric of his tight shirt and it takes everything in you not to jump him right here and now.

“Joon! While you are in there get us the chips!” Hoseok calls out as Namjoon immediately steps away and you can’t help but notice the blush staining his cheeks.

He reaches above your head for the cupboard that the chips are in as you inhale his expensive cologne.

“God you smell so good.” You mutter out before you can stop yourself.

His eyes flick to yours and a small smile appears on his lips.

“You do too baby.” He says before shooting you a smile that shows off those dimples and turning to join the boys in the living room, giving you space to catch your breath.

---

Namjoon was miserable.

He was stuck at home with nowhere to go and nothing to do and he couldn’t even leave his damn couch because of his ankle.

He was tired and bored. So incredibly bored.

Normally a healthy male who was home alone and bored would jerk off but he was unable to do even that due to his damn clumsiness.

His right wrist was still swollen and the doctors told him no activity using that hand for two weeks which meant he had to learn how to do everything with his other hand which made him feel even more clumsy and stupid.

Three days in, he tried jerking off with his left hand but the whole thing was messy and uncoordinated and left him more frustrated than before so he just gave up.

Namjoon tried to pay attention to the TV and not to the fact he had not jerked off in almost a week. If he even thought about his cock he knew he would get hard and it would probably never go down.

Lucky for him his phone rang to save him from his thoughts and he saw Jin’s face on the display.

He turned down his TV and answered on the third ring.

“What’s up Jin?” He asked with a smile

“How are you holding up Joon? Climbing the walls in boredom yet?” Jin asked.

“Almost. Yoongi hung up on me an hour ago because I wanted him to walk me through the song he was working on because I was so bored. I think I asked him too many questions and he got annoyed.” Namjoon pouted as Jin laughed.

“Well I have a solution to the boredom and to make you feel better. I’m a genius I know.” Jin boasted.

“I think you have to tell me what it is before you can call yourself a genius.” Namjoon pointed out as he shifted on the couch so his arm was propped up better and put Jin on speaker.

“Well you see growing up whenever I was sick my eomma would make dumpling soup to make me feel better,” Jin explains.

“I’m not sick though. I don’t think a hurt wrist is the same as a common cold.” Namjoon points out as Jin lets out a long drawn-out sigh.

“You and my sister are so similar it’s scary you know that.” He points out as Namjoon straightens up on the couch.

“What does this have to do with your sister?” He asks trying to keep his voice steady.

“Well, I called her and she just so happened to be at the grocery store so I asked her very politely if she could make some soup. Her one objection was she had to be the one to bring it because she thought I would take all the credit. How rude right? Just because of those cupcakes ages ago….”

Namjoon was no longer listening as a memory as clear as day came into focus.

Alone with you in Jin’s kitchen

Caging you in

Flirting with you

The way you blushed

The way you told him he smelled good.

How you looked at him with stars in your eyes.

“So we are going to come by and drop it off tonight. And she’s coming to eat with us. Sorry.” Jin said snapping Namjoon from his thoughts.

“Uh yeah. Yeah sure.” Namjoon stammered as he felt his cock start to thicken from under his sweatpants.

Well fuck.

“I’m going to come over early and clean a bit sounds good?” Jin asked as Namjoon ran a shaky hand through his hair trying his best to focus on the conversation and not on how quickly his cock hardened at the thought of you.

“Yeah sure Jin. Sounds good.” He says not even listening to Jin anymore as his thoughts run wild.

“Don’t get up and try to do it yourself Namjoon I’m serious the company will kill you if you get hurt again!” Jin scolds as Namjoon lets out a small huff.

“I’m okay Jin. I’m not that bad.” He reminds as Jin lets out a laugh.

“Sure Joon.” He says voice dripping with obvious sarcasm.

“I’m going to shower and I’ll be there in an hour to clean okay? If I find you off that couch cleaning there will be hell to pay.” He reminds as they both say their goodbyes and hang up the phone

Namjoon looks down at his cock, hard and leaking in his sweats and he lets out a weary sigh. He only had an hour until Jin came over, he only had god knows how long until you came over so Namjoon did what he had to do. He clumsily pushed down his sweatpants and jerked off his cock with his left hand trying his best not to think about you and the crush he has had on you for years.

---

By the time the soup was done and you had loaded it into your car the drive was the least of your worries.

You had changed your clothes at least three different times and tried your best to mix looking cute, but also not like you were trying too hard into one outfit.

You followed the GPS and took your time driving down the quiet streets towards Namjoon’s place.

By the time you arrived, you were even more nervous as you parked your car and blew out a shaky breath.

It was just Namjoon. He was kind, patient and charming. This was not a date. This was a friend dropping off soup for another friend. That was it.

The door opened as Jin came out to greet you and he grabbed the soup from the backseat as you gathered your purse and slung it over your shoulder.

Jin entered like he owned the place but you were more careful and shy as you slowly took off your shoes at the front door and headed inside, almost immediately soothed by the scent of Namjoon everywhere.

You found Jin in the kitchen placing the soup on the stove and turning it on to heat it and your eyes fell on Namjoon who was lounging on the couch scrolling his phone.

His hair was short and messy in an endearing kind of way and he was wearing a soft green sweater and sweatpants that made you swallow hard.

God, did this man have to look good in everything?

He finally looked up and his mouth curled into a smile as he greeted you, eyes crinkling and dimples poking out as he raised his good arm in a wave.

“Grab us bowls will you the soup is almost heated,” Jin asked as he stood in the kitchen stirring the soup with one hand on his hip.

“I-uh.” You stammered as you didn’t want to intrude and go through Namjoon’s stuff.

He shot you another smile.

“It’s okay you can put your coat anywhere and the bowls are in the cupboard on the left, near the sink. The spoons are in the drawer right under and Jin remember, she doesn’t practically live here like you do. She has manners.” Namjoon teases as you grin and get to work taking off your coat.

---

By the time the soup is ladled into bowls and Jin has told Namjoon for the third time to sit down and stop trying to help, you are more than ready to eat as Jin hands Namjoon a bowl and a stack of at least fifty napkins and sits on the couch next to him leaving you to sit in the armchair on the other side.

You don’t mind though as the armchair has a cozy throw blanket that you immediately throw on your lap and snuggle into.

You let the boys talk and get caught up as you eat your soup. You are more than happy to just listen and not add much to the conversation as you find Namjoon’s place soothing and comfy and you take your time looking around and letting their soft voices fade into the background.

Just as you all finish eating Jin’s phone rings and he frowns when he sees the display.

Without a word he puts his now empty bowl on the coffee table and answers it, leaving the room and heading down the hallway to get some privacy.

“Any idea what that’s about?” Namjoon asks as you shake your head and try to strain your ears to listen in.

“Secret girlfriend?” You ask as Namjoon’s lip twitches and he shakes his head.

“Not that I know of.”

“Hmm.”

“What about you?” Namjoon asks as your eyes snap back to his and you can feel your cheeks heat up as you fiddle with the blanket.

“Are you asking if I have a secret girlfriend?” You tease playfully as Namjoon grins.

“A secret girlfriend, boyfriend, whoever. I don’t judge.” He says honestly as you hear footsteps coming and you both look up to see Jin hanging up the call and grabbing his coat from the kitchen table.

“Woah where are you off to in a rush?” Namjoon asks as Jin pockets his phone and runs a hand through his hair.

“Yoongi called me. He locked himself out of his studio. Again. And he tried the password so many times that now he needs the master key. I swear to god he’s as bad as you Namjoon.” Jin huffs as he puts his arms through the sleeves of his coat and zips it up.

“Um excuse me I have never locked myself out of the studio thank you,” Namjoon replies smartly as you stifle a small giggle.

“Yes, but you are sitting on the couch with a hurt ankle and wrist so…” His voice trails off as he shrugs.

“Listen I hate to do this but I have to help Yoongi so are you able to help Namjoon? Clean the kitchen for him and help him to bed?” Jin asks as your eyes bulge and Namjoon remains silent on the couch.

“I can take care of myself hyung,” Namjoon says in a small voice as you feel your cheeks heat up and images flash through your mind of Namjoon unable to do things such as brushing his teeth or changing into sleep clothes.

And if you have to help him with those things

Oh god.

“Namjoon please just accept our help. Her help. Sorry to do this to you but he’s our leader and we need him back as soon as possible. I’m tired of being in control of everything. Do what she says Joon. I’m serious. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

With that he gathers his things and leaves you both alone in the silence of Namjoon's house.

The air feels thick with tension and you swallow hard as you remember the last time you were with Namjoon.

He stares at you and you flush under his heated gaze as you quickly stand from the couch and gather the bowls and spoons bringing them to the kitchen to begin to clean.

---

Namjoon couldn’t believe his luck.

This was the first time in a very long time he was alone with you and that thought alone made his heart skip.

He watched as you moved around his kitchen with ease. No longer the nervous shy girl who was there before but now you acted as if you knew where everything was and you looked so at home in Namjoon’s kitchen that it made him think thoughts that he knew Jin would kill him for.

Like how nice it would be for him to come home after a long day and have you cook for him

How nice it would be to put his arm around you and pull you into his side.

How nice it would be to rip down your leggings and fuck you against the kitchen table.

Namjoon grits his teeth and tried to look anywhere else but your ass as you leaned down to look for take-out containers to store the leftover food in.

His cock was rapidly thickening and he cursed himself for not being able to jerk off earlier as he still felt clumsy and foreign using his left hand.

“Joon where are your containers?” You ask sweetly as Namjoon grabs a pillow to cover his aching hard-on and lets you know they are one cupboard over from where you were looking.

You hum to yourself as you clean the kitchen and Namjoon recognizes the song right away as a song by Seventeen.

Yes, he had kept a closer eye on them and their activities since that night Jin admitted your crush.

He felt protective of you that was all.

By the time the kitchen was clean Namjoon’s dick had softened and you grabbed for your coat.

“Wait where are you going?” He asked from the couch as he put his phone down and stared at you with a small pout he knew would make you melt.

“I-I mean I made you dinner, I cleaned, I-I thought Jin was kidding about the helping you into bed stuff?” You say as you shift from foot to foot.

“You cooked and cleaned for me and have been amazing. I’m not going to kick you out that would be rude. You can stay if you want. I don’t mind.” He says as you shoot him a nervous smile.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.” You ask but he can tell you like the idea as you are already sliding off your coat and putting it back where you found it.

“You made me dinner. I owe you. Come sit we can hang out.”

You smile as Namjoon pats the couch next to him and you curl up as if it is the most natural thing in the world.

Once you both decide on a movie and you help Namjoon put it on because he is still clumsy with his left hand you throw a blanket over you both and Namjoon grins at you.

“You can move closer you know. I’m not going to bite.” He teases as you nod and slowly but carefully move closer to him.

Namjoon lets out a small laugh and takes control as he positions your body so you are leaning your head on his chest and his arm is around you.

“Mmm, that’s better.” He says as the movie starts and he hopes and prays you can’t feel how hard his heart is hammering under his sweater.

So many nights he dreamed of you being in this position. In his arms, cozy, comfortable and safe and now that he has it he prays it will never end.

---

Did Namjoon pick a movie that was long so he could have you in his arms longer?

Maybe.

By the time the movie is done, it is way past ten and when you check your phone your face crumples into a frown.

“What is it? What’s up?” Namjoon asks as you slip from his embrace and he misses your heat immediately.

You don’t answer him and instead make your way to the window where you pull the curtain and groan when you see the world has been covered in a thick layer of snow.

“When the hell did it start snowing?” Namjoon asks as he stretches his arms above his head and fumbles for his phone to check the weather.

“My app said it’s supposed to snow all night into tomorrow. Shit driving is going to be a nightmare I better start my car.” You announced as you fish in your purse for your keys.

“Spend the night here. You can’t drive in this.” Namjoon says as he watches as you pause and the cutest blush coats your cheeks.

God he loves when he flusters you.

“I-I mean making food for you is one thing but spending the night?” You stammer looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Come on it’s safer this way. I can’t have you driving in this and Jin would kill me if I did let you drive in this. I have spare rooms. Spend the night.” Namjoon almost pleads.

“Maybe I should call Jin to make sure it’s okay with him? I’m okay with it I just…. he’s my brother you know- I don’t want to- you know.” You say as you run a hand through your hair and still look all flustered.

God if Namjoon wasn’t hurt he would get off this couch right now and assure you it was more than okay by pinning you to the wall and kissing you,

“Call him and see what he says. I really don’t mind though.” He offers as you shoot him a small smile and leave down the hall to make the phone call.

Namjoon does his best to tidy things up while he waits for you to come back.

He hopes and prays that Jin comes to his senses and lets you stay.

Not that he controls you but Jin could be very protective of his sister sometimes and Namjoon gets that.

But that doesn’t stop the butterflies from erupting in his stomach when you come back and tell him that Jin liked the idea and was glad that you would be staying because you could take care of Namjoon and you wouldn’t be driving in this storm.

“Come on let me show you the bedroom. I’ll loan you some clothes too.” He says as he gingerly gets up from the couch and hobbles over to you, slightly limping.

“Oh god, should you be walking? Should we just sleep out here?” You ask panicked as Namjoon chuckles low in his throat.

“I can’t walk long distances but I can walk. Just don’t mind that I hobble like an old man.”

You crack a smile.

“Well come on old man show me my room.”

---

You stare at the clothes Namjoon picked out for you and you bite your lip.

He gifted you with one of his tee shirts that was plain white and would be so large on you that it would be a dress.

It was kind of him to also give you PJ bottoms but you knew they would never fit you anyway so you opted for just the top.

You peeked out the window to see the snow falling hard and fast and you gulped when you realized you would have to face Namjoon wearing only his shirt because you promised to meet him in his bathroom so he could give you a spare toothbrush.

You felt blush coat your cheeks as you recalled the phone conversation with Jin.

He told you that you MUST stay with Namjoon tonight because no way in hell would you be driving in an unexpected snowstorm.

He was spending the night in Yoongi’s studio because he got trapped there during the storm and didn’t feel comfortable driving.

“Well, I’m glad it’s Namjoon. He will take good care of you and keep you safe. He’s a good guy like that.”

Jin’s words echoed through your mind as you padded across the floor in your socks and slowly cracked open the door.

You made your way down the hall and saw Namjoon already standing at the sink in no shirt and workout shorts.

Well fuck.

His back was wide and perfectly muscled and you felt your throat go dry when his eyes found yours in the mirror.

The smirk on his face let you know he knew you were staring.

Well. Fuck.

“Thank you for the clothes. I didn’t bother with the pants I didn’t think they would fit.” You say softly as you enter the bathroom and stand next to him, already grabbing the spare toothbrush and trying your best not to stare too hard at his defined chest as you put toothpaste on the brush.

“Mm, no problem. You look good in my clothes.” He teases as you both get to work brushing your teeth and you try to ignore the throbbing between your legs and the handsome man next to you.

Once teeth were brushed and everything was put away you turn to Namjoon.

“Again thank you for letting me stay. I appreciate it Namjoon. I’m going to be honest I’m scared to drive in the snow so you saved me in more ways than one.” You admit with a shy smile.

“I’m always happy to help. As I said before you are ours. We take care of what is ours.”

You feel your stomach turn and your heart pound under his shirt as you stare up into his beautiful face.

Your eyes flick down to his lips and you wonder what it would be like to taste them. To push him against the bathroom sink and devour him.

“Goodnight.” He says softly as you snap out of your thoughts and nod at him before leaving the bathroom and heading back to your room.

Your heart is pounding.

Your body is thrumming with a need that cannot be ignored any longer.

You hop on the bed, slide under the covers and slide your hands between your legs.

---

Namjoon is hard

Achingly, embarrassingly hard

And the thing won’t fucking go away.

He’s been staring at the ceiling for the past hour trying to get his body to calm down, to go to sleep and to stop being so goddamn horny.

But his cock is hard and leaking and his balls ache and he lost count of how many times he let out a frustrated groan.

He thought about everything he could that would make his cock soften but it seemed tonight was the night his body was fighting back and he was still hard as a rock and frustrated as the night went on.

It didn’t help that he knew you were just down the hall, wearing nothing but his shirt which thank god you didn’t notice the instant boner he got just from you walking into the bathroom only wearing that.

Fuck you looked so good in his clothes.

It drove him insane.

Namjoon pushed off the covers as his body felt too hot, too wound tight and he shucked off his shorts for good measure letting his hard cock smack against his stomach.

He tried to jerk off with his right hand but the pain in his wrist was too much and after a minute or two he had to stop.

He thought about flipping over and humping the bed like a horny teenager but honestly, that would involve him propping himself up on his arms which he was unable to do because of his wrist.

God damn this was frustrating.

The wind howled outside and he craned his neck to see it was still snowing. He hoped it would be a massive snowstorm. Enough to leave you inside with him long enough for him to make a move, to do something, to say something.

Namjoon was about to give up and turn off the lamp so he could hump the mattress like a horny teenager when there was a knock at the door.

With his good hand, he pulled his shorts up and scrambled to cover himself with the blankets his cock twitching as he knew exactly who was standing on the other side of the door.

“C-Come in,” he called out as you slowly opened the door and stood there, hair messed, eyes wide and only wearing his shirt.

You were a vision.

“Sorry did I wake you?” You asked pulling his shirt down further as Namjoon sat up against his headboard and made sure to bunch the blankets so you couldn’t see the tent from his hard-on.

“Nah I couldn’t sleep.”

You nodded still standing at the door unmoving.

“What’s up? Jin didn’t ask you to check to see if I’m getting enough sleep did he?” Namjoon joked as you shot him a soft small smile and seemed to shake off some of your nerves.

You obviously came here for a reason and Namjoon hoped it was the same reason he was thinking.

“I couldn’t sleep either. Your house is beautiful Joon don’t get me wrong. But it’s also kind of spooky at night.”

“Want Koya to keep you safe?” He asks as he reaches beside him to hold up the giant Koya plush he received ages ago that now has a permanent spot on his bed.

You smile.

“I was thinking you could keep me safe. Nothing against Koya of course.”

Namjoon smiles and pats the bed beside him.

“Come here I’ll keep you safe.”

He gleefully watches as you close his door and slowly walk over to him. Up close he can see your nipples pebble through his shirt and he realizes you don’t sleep with a bra on.

His cock gives an interested twitch and he grimaces when he feels precum ooze over the head of his cock.

“Thanks, Joon. I’m sorry I’m not usually a baby like this. I just don’t like storms of any kind.” You admit as you slide under the covers.

“It’s okay I get that.” He says softly as you bury your face into his bare chest and he feels you wrap your bare legs around him.

This makes the whole thing so much better but also worse because now his cock is absolutely throbbing between his legs and all he can think about is fucking you.

You both lapse into silence as the storm rages outside. The wind is howling and the snow is falling and Namjoon holds you tight and stokes your hair and admires just how good you look in his arms.

“Namjoon?” Your voice comes out small and when he looks down you aren’t looking up at him, instead your eyes are locked on his cock which is achingly hard and clearly tenting the bedsheets.

“You’re hard.” You point out as Namjoon closes his eyes and feels his body heat up in embarrassment.

Fuck it wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

“I uh-please don’t think I’m a pervert or anything I just- it’s been awhile and with my wrist I can’t and- fuck I’m so sorry this is so embarrassing.” He stammers closing his eyes tight.

“Let me take care of it.” You say after a solid minute of him rambling.

His eyes pop open, his cock twitches again and he stares at you with wide eyes and lips parted.

“Please Joon. You let me spend the night. You protected me from the storm it’s the least I can do.”

---

You wanted to laugh at the look on Namjoon’s face after you offered to take care of his obvious hard-on.

The poor guy looked like he had been hit on the head with the dazed look he was giving you.

“I’m sorry repeat that? I think I misheard you.” He says mouth still gaping open.

You don’t bother to repeat what you said, you know he heard you so instead you bring your hands down to the covers and stroke his hard cock, feeling the thickness and girth against your palm.

“Holy fuck.” Namjoon hisses as he scrunches his eyes up in pleasure and grips the sheets tight.

“Can I see you Joonie? I think I can do better without all these blankets.” You ask as his teeth bite into his lip and before you have a chance to remove the covers he grabs the back of your head and pulls you in for a kiss.

The second his lips meet yours you melt into his arms as he kisses you with such passion and heat that it makes your core throb as if you didn’t get off to the thought of him an hour ago.

His hand tangles into your bed head and he pulls you closer, kissing you as if he can’t get enough as if he had been holding back just as much as you have.

'“God I’ve wanted to do that forever.” he mutters against your mouth.

“Me too. Fuck Joon I want you so bad you have no idea.” You whine as you pepper kisses against his jawline and down his neck.

“Me too but I think you do have an idea how bad I want you.”

You giggled and slowly peeled off the blankets to expose his body to your eyes.

You took in his miles of golden skin and the way his stomach was tensing under your heated gaze. When your eyes fell onto his hard cock you nearly gasped as you saw it straining against the front of his gym shorts.

He was huge

“Holy fuck you are huge Joon.” You say taking your time to run a finger down the length of his cock which has him groaning and his eyes rolling in the back of his head.

“You c-can’t say shit like that to me I’m serious.” He warns as you slowly peel down his shorts so his cock is freed and smacks against his toned stomach.

“And why not? It’s a complement you know.” You coo as you bring your hand to circle his cock and give him long slow strokes as his thighs twitch and he bites into his lip hard.

“Listen on any other day I say sure go for it I’m all for dirty talk. But I haven’t been able to… not since…and it’s you are you’re hot… and I-”

You take your hand off his cock and a high whine leaves his lips as his eyes snap open and look at you.

“Why… Don’t. No. Don’t stop.” He cries out as he uses his left hand to grab your wrist to bring it back to his length.

“Use your words Joon or I won’t continue.” You say sitting back on your heels and taking in the wrecked man in front of you.

“God this is so embarrassing.” He replies ducking his head.

“I haven’t been able to... Since the accident and I’m really fucking horny right now and I’ve wanted you for ages and now you have your hand on my cock and your talking dirty to me and I don’t want to cum too early you know?”

You stare at him in silence so he continues to babble.

“Usually this isn’t a problem I promise but when it’s been over a week since…. you know…it becomes a problem.”

He finally stops babbling to stare at you with wide eyes and a blush that is now staining his cheeks.

“Joonie I don’t care how long you last. I want to make you feel good. That’s all. Let me take care of you.” You say softly as you once again circle his cock and give him slow careful strokes.

“Fuck that feels so- fuck.” He grits out as you continue to work him.

The ache between your legs is growing but you ignore it for now as you try your best to focus on him and his pleasure.

You decide to take it up a notch as you slowly lay down on the bed and begin to press hot kisses to the base of his cock making his eyes fly open and a strangled moan leave his lips.

You take your time kissing up his heated shaft and when you get to the top you deliver small licks to the head of his cock getting used to the taste of him before you swallow him down.

Namjoon is a mess above you. His good hand grabs at your hair to push it away from your face and the growls and moans he lets out are making you wetter than you had ever been as you hollow out your cheeks and begin to move up and down on his cock.

“Fuck I want-I want to- I have to- Fuck.” He cries out trying to pull you off of him before he cums down your throat.

You stop your movements and stare up at him through long lashes as you shake your head and Namjoon chokes out a groan.

“You’re going to? Holy fuck? You don’t have to-” He stutters as you grin and pop your wet mouth off the head of his cock.

“The least I can do is swallow all your cum like a good girl Joonie.” You say as you once again bob your head and suck his cock.

You hallow your cheeks once more and add more suction licking and sucking the head and using your hands to jerk the parts you can’t reach.

Namjoon’s muscles are tensing and by the high-pitched moans he is letting out you know he is close so you focus on fast licks against the precum-soaked head of his cock and Namjoon loses it.

He cries out your name as his long fingers tighten in your hair.

His cock twitches and throbs in your hand as he shoots his cum in your mouth and down your throat.

You can tell that he had been pent up for a while as he cums and cums and you have a hard time swallowing it all.

His cock gives one more weak throb and you pull off and stare up at him, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue with pride as his hand is over his heart and his eyes are dark and blown wide.

“Holy fucking shit.” He whimpers as you smirk at him and pull the blankets over you both, curling up once again against his chest and hearing his heart hammering under his bare skin.

“Holy fuck.” He says again as he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead which makes a silly grin appear on your face and you snuggle deeper into his chest as his arms circle you.

“That was incredible. I think you sucked me stupid.” He says with a laugh as you press soft kisses to his pecs and his arms tighten around you.

The room grows quiet as his breathing steadies and you try to ignore the aching arousal between your legs as you stay in his arms.

“Can I return the favor?” He asks after a while, voice low and dangerous in your ear as you can’t help but shiver in his arms.

“It’s okay Joon. You don’t have to.” You say looking up at him and his cute dimpled smile.

“What if I want to?” He challenges.

“You can’t use your right wrist remember.” You tease as he looks down and his lips tug into a frown.

“Oh yeah.”

“Wow, I really did suck you silly huh?” You say with a laugh as you press a kiss to his collarbones.

“Besides I already did earlier.” You admit blushing as you duck your head and his eyes widen.

“Wait what? When?”

“After we brushed our teeth.”

Namjoon stares at you and you grin.

“Listen you were the one standing there half-naked looking like a Greek god while you brushed your teeth. What’s a girl to do?”

He leans down and captures your lips in a soft kiss.

It was nothing like this kiss before and it makes you feel giddy and a little dopey as you kiss him back.

“Besides the fact, it is sexy as fuck that you touched yourself thinking about me, in my spare room, in my shirt there are other ways I can make you feel good.” He promises as goosebumps rise on your arms.

“Oh yeah?” You challenge.

“My mouth is still in working order.” He says with a smirk and a wink.

You stare up at him as arousal pools between your legs.

“Are you sure?” You ask voice barely above a whisper.

“Positive.” He confirms.

Just then the storm picks up force and the power goes out blanketing you both in darkness.

[joejhang]

theories + predictions before tgr comes out

not in any particular order. spoilers for tsc and obv aftg. if any of these happen individually i will be insufferable. bonus if more than one of these ends up being true. feeding my god complex fr.

jeremy killed a sibling. either accidentally or on purpose both works for me. tho it would be a million times more interesting if it was intentional. obv there are a million and one jeremy theories floating around but something about jeremy being a repented murderer endears me to him the most. like THAT'S the nora sakavic kinda character i know and love. anyway yeah there is definitely something weird about jer and his siblings tho. cat mentions two brothers, but so far we've only heard about annalise and bryson. cat also hesitates before saying "two brothers" so we can safely assume something happened with one of the brothers. my bet is that one of them is dead, that's why she hesitated to say. jer probably (definitely) had something to do with it. annalise also says that he ruined the family. and references the fall banquet of his freshman year. but idk if the siblings stuff and the banquet stuff is actually connected.

bryson tried to kill jer/they had a huge ugly fight/bryson was just abusive in general. i get these vibes. jer was desperate to avoid him and mentions him like once the whole book. cat mentions that he's a "tool" and a "jerk" and jer's convo with lucas about grayson is also notable, but that last part might just be bc jer's a nice guy, not to do with his own sibling issues. but yeah i think this is pretty likely, like they always had tension between them, then after mystery brother died, all of it came to a head and they had a really bad fight and someone was badly injured/nearly died.

annalise dies. this isn't very likely but i think this would be a PERFECT book two plot point. just imagine how it would WRECK jeremy. all of jer's carefully constructed masks and facades and fake smiles and pretending everything's fine would all come crashing down and it would essentially force my long-awaited jeremy crash out into action. it would force him to confront family issues, his older brother, his parents/step-parents??? and also the fact that he is deeply Not Ok™. also it would be a neat parallel that both jean and jer would now have dead younger sisters. bonus points if she dies in a car accident. if this happens i'm actually god.

kevjean interview goes horribly wrong somehow. my delusional ahh NEEDS neil to crash it but i can admit that that isn't likely and that i just miss my shayla. whatever. i'm pretty sure it's confirmed that kevjean IS having an interview together???? and since kevin is confirmed showing up in tgr i guess this will be it??? ok listen. i know nora said in the ec that kevin and jean would never be friends again, but i still have HOPE for them ok. kevjean you INVENTED one-sided homoerotic yearning. anyway i have no real thoughts about how it would go wrong probably just an interviewer stepping out of line and either jean or kevin crashing out during it. if someone attacks jean, i honestly honestly believe kevin would defend him. kevin is NOT a coward, and especially now that riko's dead and tetsuji is out of the picture, and after the whole "i've never been skiing" thing i doubt kevin is gonna be living in fear and paranoia and secrets anymore. and if he's gonna defend anyone to the press, it's obviously gonna be jean. and jean would do the same for kevin. guys i'm holding out so much hope for kevjean it's gonna ruin my life.

grayson death. is this not like, confirmed??? whatever i just need to see it happen. or hear of it happening. and i'll smile contentedly knowing that neil ordered the hit on a napkin at a thai restaurant. GOD i love that man like nobody can. it would also be very interesting to see jean, lucas and the other trojans' reactions to his death.

gameplay!!! i will admit, neil made me somewhat of an exy junkie asw. i'm so interested to see how jean narrates exy games and how the trojans play in their comps. unfortunately i doubt we'll see any championship games in book 2 but i'm hoping for book 3 and we get to see the trojans become champions for the first time!!! i have mixed feelings about the trojan red card thing but i wouldn't be mad if it happened. i kind of think it seems unrealistic tho tbh. but it WOULD be fun. yeah ummmm and i need to see like a scene where jeremy gets hurt and jean realises he cares IDC i am a SIMPLE simple girl. also i'm curious to see how the exy storyline plays out w jean. it's confirmed he never makes court, but i'm interested to see if he ends up actually enjoying the game, bc i think it wouldn't be a fitting end to the trilogy if he continues to play but resents it. i do think it is possible for the trojans to teach him how to actually love the game, but we'll see.

someone in jer's life/past committed or tried to commit. maybe it was even jeremy himself. idk i definitely think jer has some dark past, whether it includes like drugs or violence or gangs or murder idk, there's just SOMETHING there i can smell it. something that makes jeremy "captain sunshine" knox the black sheep of his rich political family. also jeremy being "unexpectedly ferocious" when jean made a quip about suicide. noted.

jeremy family drama. idk this is just a general note for uncovering more info about jeremy's complicated family. i need to know like, what's up with his dad. his dad is either dead or out of his life, because he only refers to his mother and stepfather. also why jer doesn't like being referred to by his last name and what he did to tear their family apart. contrary to popular opinion, i actually don't think it has anything to do with him being gay. i acc don't think his family knows he's gay. i feel like otherwise they would've just cut him off completely. like why is he still involved in campaigns and shit???

jerejean almost-kiss. this is just me manifesting tbh.

jeremy crash out. duh.

[vidavalor]

<<"God is a verb">>

I so agree with this but I also keep reading you guys using it and thinking I'll take 'Sentences That Get Crowley There' for $800. 😂

<<the coffee that connected to the history of Hawai'i>>

Won't post what because you're not doing spoilers but I found a word related a bit to this in one of the words spotted on a building they were filming in.

<<We have tended to expect there to be some overthrow of the existing Heaven & Hell regime. And now I'm wondering how these colonizer stories play into Good Omens>>

I don't know but there's a bit of "a republic-- if you can keep it" Benjamin Franklin kicking around in my mind about it. Might not at all be current events influencing that or anything lol... I definitely think they need to overthrow Heaven/Hell and that's where this is heading and it should be because the current system is unsustainable and harmful but there's also the cyclical nature of things.

I'm having trouble finding it now but I answered an ask recently about lilacs in Discworld and ended up looking at purple and Gabriel and the seasonal, cyclical stuff in Pratchett's writing. It amounted to people are always hungry for change and, like the lilacs always heralding spring and change and rebirth and renewal, change is always inevitable because people are always cycling back to trying to move forward, and that's been the story of history all along.

You can use The Bible and other limiting books/ideas try to oppress everyone but it won't last forever because it's antithetical to human nature to accept oppression forever. It's that song-- all the world over so easy to see/people everywhere just wanna be free. Or, as a having a very entertaining Total Fucking Meltdown Gabriel put it...

Something something about how pretty much every place on Earth has some ugly origins but are full of people who are all just people seeking freedom. On one hand, we have the theme of freedom related to bodily autonomy and environmental metaphors related to that, like pollution and pestilence, and their ties to trauma and mental health, and then, on the other hand, we have the countries/political systems metaphor, where democratic sovereignty is freedom. They overlap, especially in characters like the halo-crown-wearing Pollution.

America is coffee is freedom but no one's dismissing America having every bit as much of a history of colonization, slavery, and genocide as The British Empire-- and pretty much every country in history. Every country has positive aspects and toxic history present in one because countries are people and people can be as horrific as they can be amazing.

<<nutmeg>>

I'm sure there are other layers to this, too, but...

Nuts are seeds/fruit/The Apple/slang vulgarity for ejaculation; Meg, short for Margaret, which means pearl, which are found in...

<<if the word nerd(s) want to play>>

Always... 😳😂

<<Myristica, Muriel, and myrrh>>

Myrrh: From a root meaning bitter. The Hebrew word lot was also the name for myrhh. It is speculated that this particular lot is part of the root of the word lotus. Myristica fragrans, the subcategory to which nutmeg belongs, means myrrh-scented.

Muriel: Means bright sea and comes from the Irish muir, meaning sea, and the root mori meaning a body of water. It has pretty much the same root as the name Meryl and those two names evolved in an overlapping way with and, originally, from the Hebrew Miryam, the sister of Moses in The Bible.

The Moses of Good Omens is Muriel's adopted sibling, Crowley, given that his Bildad the Shuhite outfit is an homage to that of Moses in Cecil B. Demille's The Ten Commandments and it works with the idea of him as a midwife/deliverer/liberator, etc..

Miryam-- and its evolved, modern spelling of Miriam-- means rebellion. It also retains a meaning of bitter that is tied to its entanglement with myrrh and means of the sea through thread of words and names tied to it of which Muriel is one. Miryam is also the etymological origin of the Latin Maria, the Greek Mariam, and the Aramaic Maryam, which are from where the name Mary comes. This is why the name Mary is usually said to mean the sea and bitterness.

In a bit of confusion, the bitterness is usually referred to now in the connotation of emotion and not its actual origins relating to the taste of a bitter plant, like myrrh/nutmeg. Of even more importance... note how often the pious leave off the rebellion part of the meaning of the name Mary. After all, we can't have the virginal mother of Jesus have a name that means anything that disobedient, can we? 🙄 *sighs in recovering raised Catholic* (Speaking of Catholicism, these origins are also why there are so many "St. Mary, Star of the Sea"-type of parish names.)

Mary feels like a relevant name to look at with relation to Good Omens, even if I have the feeling that there is probably going to be far less Jesus in The Finale than people might suspect. At the very least, it was also fun for me to have a reason to put it in a post because *laughs*... for anyone who yet doesn't know, it also happens to be my name. 👋

Aziraphale as God

I've joked with fandom friends before that Aziraphale should take the position of 'God' at the end of S3 cos he's the one who is actually good and kind in that Universe.

But now I've decided, he already is.

If God who cast half Her angels into misery, the angels who didn't seem to feel particularly loved or understood even before the War (see Aziraphale's anxiety and Angel!Crowley's disappointment in Before the Beginning); if Her idea of a fun pastime is to drown humans that displeased Her and have a bet with Satan that results in death of three children... then, like many people before me, I call Her out for being cruel and heartless and unfair.

I don't care for Her Ineffable Plan or Great Plan or whatever. Well actually, much like Aziraphale at the end of S1, I know She doesn't actually have one. Or Aziraphale, with Crowley's help and at his prompt, would not have been able to change it.

The idea though. Of goodness as a force, of kindness as a fight against cruelty, of forgiveness as a weapon against pain, rejection, misunderstanding... is solid.

And Aziraphale seems to be the only angel to see and understand and embrace this.

No. He did not create the Universe and he would never be arrogant enough to presume to want to rule it in any way, but he can absolutely be the one who leads in the purest way.

And not because he's perfect. Far from it. But because he tries. He tries so hard to do the right thing, to make the right decisions. To help. To understand.

Aziraphale is. The whole idea of him is as a being, is that he is. That he strives, that he wants, that he yearns and hopes. He is open, open to learn, to appreciate, to understand, to savour.

He is not perfect but his wanting to do good, to do right makes him the perfect candidate for the role of true God. And so it does for everyone who tries their best. Who looks to better themselves, to understand, to be kind, to help, to live in a way that enriches someone's life.

God shouldn't be a noun. It should be a verb. It should not be something to be, but something to do. It shouldn't mean to have answers. But to be open to questions. To keep looking, keep going. To signify what someone does when they try their best to live their life so it is full of kindness.

Kindness. To others. And to oneself.

To have faith should mean not that we believe some Higher Power has all the answers, rules and a Plan, but that we are the force that can change things, that is the force for spreading goodness in the world.

[sieglinde-freud]

i love laslow and nyx’s supports and i love how they go from trauma dump central in the b support

to making fun of their angst in the a

like theyre soooo lame and it makes me emo and every time i watch this support i kick my feet and twirl my hair theyre SOOOOOOO SICKENING. WHO WROTE THIS. WHOOOOOOO

[hopeswriting]

imagine you're luce, and you're born the heir to a mafia family. you're mafia-born, and so of course also mafia-raised, and then also a donna-to-be. you're raised to be able to take on the role, to be good and capable at it, are taught to make one of your core beliefs about how the many must come before the few, because the family must always come first. you're going to be the donna, of course you must always prioritize the family above all else, it's your foremost and most important duty.

if caring about the few too comes at the price of the many, comes at the price of the family, is it even worth it? if the happiness gained from it comes at the price of a greater suffering for others, is there even any meaning to it, even if it's your happiness we're talking about? you understand, don't you?

you're not sure if you do, but you care about your family, love it, want to do right by it once you become their donna, so you nod, listen and learn.

(you don't have to be taught the pain and loss and guilt and anger and bitterness is a fair price to pay for the pain you decide has to be inflicted and the sacrifices you decide must be made, including by yourself. it's the least you could do, even.)

imagine you're luce, and the gift of foresight runs through your blood.

you would not call it a gift. you did not ask for it either. and you'll never come to see it as something wanted by you.

you can see the future, and it happened exactly as you saw it would, so of course it's exactly the way you wanted it to go. you can see the future, and it happened exactly as you saw it would, so of course you didn't care to try hard enough to change it. you saw the future before the shape of it had yet to be breathed into existence, and who's to say it didn't come into existence only because you saw it happen? you saw the future, and it happened worse than it had to for it.

you can see the future, but you still can't make it anything else than what it was always going to be. you can even make the visions happen at your will, but you still have no say on what you see or how much you see. you still can only be the witness of it before anyone else can.

it does mean double and longer the happiness sometimes, means relief and gratefulness and hope beyond words, and it'd be cruel of you to voice out loud your feelings for others to hear the many more times it means something else.

you can see the future, and it doesn't make it any kinder on you than on anyone else, does not give you any more power or control over it than anyone else, but at least you can see the future. you're given the time to make peace with it, to brace yourself for it, to bargain with it, to plead and beg and fight against it however desperately and hopelessly, even if in the end it still happens exactly as you saw it would.

(you can see the future, and it still doesn't hurt you any less than anyone else when it happens, but you don't expect anymore for anyone to hold you any less responsible for it anyway. it would be nice for someone to do it one day, but you understand.)

you can see the future, and you decide it's a kindness to both yourself and others to keep it for yourself as much as possible whenever you can.

imagine you're luce, and your family has this set of rings they've looked after and protected for as long as your family has existed. they're one set of three of the most important artifacts in the world, ones that help in safeguarding its existence and balance. they're duty, the very first one and the most important one your family was created for.

the pacifier around your mother's neck is duty too, and the most important and powerful artifact among twenty-one in safeguarding the world and its balance. it's been passed down in your family too, from mother to daughter. it's duty, but less tied to your family and much more to the blood running through your veins. it's a curse, in fact, as it demands heavy sacrifices the rings don't, and one that can only be tied to the blood running through your veins.

(your mother looks at you as if expecting some kind of reaction from you, and you can only wonder at which point you weren't supposed to see it as a given. duty and sacrifices have been one and the same for you for a long time now. is it even duty if it doesn't require any sacrifices from you?)

imagine you're luce, and your mother dies for duty. she's the donna, and so she dies for your family. she's the sky arcobaleno, and so she dies for the world. she's your mother, but she dies anyway, doesn't fight it either, even knowing she will leave you behind, even knowing she won't ever get to see what you look like all grown-up.

everywhere you look, duty stares back at you, from your mother and the pacifier around her neck, her love for your family and the life she gives up for it, her love for you and how she dies anyway while you're still only a child. duty, from your family members and how they die for you and kill for you, how they do both at your command, how their lives are in the palms of your hands and how they weigh only as much as you allow them to at a time. duty, from the knowledge your foresight gives you and the shackles tied to the blood running through your veins.

your mother's only duty while she lives too. she loves you, but she'd have had to give birth to you anyway even if she didn't. she loves you, but she still gave birth to you even knowing the kind of life you'd have to live, the kind of hands you'd inevitably end up with, the burdens she'd have to lay on your shoulders, passing them down from her own. because she loves you, she finds the resolve to raise you to be able to face all of it head-on and come out on top, but she'd have had to raise you much the same way anyway even if she didn't.

(she doesn't die for you, doesn't fight to be able to keep living with you, and this, too, is your mother surrendering to duty one last time.)

(you're so sick of it, so angry at it, so hateful and resentful against it. you're so stifled by it to the point you've stopped being able to breathe for a long time now. or you would have been if they had taught you how to face duty in this way too.

it's for the better they didn't. a silver lining, sparing you pain that isn't necessary for you to go through. everyone you turn to only teaches you how to keep holding your breath longer, and you listen and learn, obedient and dutiful as you've ever been.

you're grateful for it too. really, you are.)

everywhere you look, there's no room for you to so much as question any of it, let alone anything more. duty is commendable, something you ought to look up to and strive towards, strive to achieve. duty is the right thing to do. of course it is.

(you exhale a breath of relief that shakes you down to your very core.

thank god, it's at least the right thing to do.

you're grateful for it beyond words. really, you are.)

imagine you're luce, and before it even happens, you know the choice you'll make when climbing that mountain, when standing on top of it, when waiting for a bright light to shine down on you from above. you know the choice you'll make then, even when pregnant with your daughter.

it doesn't matter since how long you knew, be it years, months, days, hours or minutes before. all that matters is that before you can even contemplate the idea of making another choice and all its implications and possible consequences, before the thought can even come alive in your mind, you already know the choice you'll make.

(you can see the future, but just because you already saw it, it doesn't mean it's now set in stone.

you can see the future, but just because you're given the chance to fight to change it, it doesn't mean it still won't happen every bit like you saw it.

it doesn't mean it can't still happen even worse than how you first saw it happen because you fought to change it, no matter how already dreadful it originally was.)

imagine you're luce, and before it even happens, you know they'll be others with you standing on top of that mountain. you're the only one who'll know it before it happens.

(because you can see the future.

and oh, you did not ask for it.)

they're strangers, people you don't owe anything to. adults who choose to show up at the first meeting, and to show up to every following mission after that. the chosen seven, whose ambitions and prides lead them to walk the path of the seven strongest too once laid down in front of them.

you don't force their hands in making any of those choices for them. you're not responsible for any of them.

you become coworkers then, accomplices, your hands stained in blood to various extent, but now dipping in the same pool of blood as you strive towards the same goal together. you have each other's backs, learn each other's strengths and weaknesses, learn each other's personalities, likes and dislikes. you keep having to spend more time together as the missions keep coming your way.

inevitably, you come to care about them. even more damning, they come to care about you in return. enough so they'll look after your daughter even after what'll happen on top of that mountain. enough so they'll look after your granddaughter too, warmly and fondly enough she'll call one of them uncle.

you're still the only one who knows they'll stand together with you on top of that mountain, not knowing what'll happen on it like you do.

and you do care about them, you swear you do. really, you do.

(you care about them the same way your mother cared about you, and how she still raised you to have steel in you and be made of sharp edges you know how to use. you care about them the same way you care about your family, and how you still send them to their deaths as needed so the rest of your family you care about just the same can keep on living longer and safely. this is the only way you've had the chance to learn how to care and love.

duty and sacrifices have been one and the same for you for as long as you can remember. it doesn't matter at which point sacrifices came to mean love to you too.

and most of all, you love your daughter more than anything else in the world.)

imagine you're luce, and this is who you are. this is who you've been raised to be, the only way you've been given room to grow up to be. this is the life you've lived and the kind of life that has shaped you as the person you are now. this is what you've been taught and told is the best version of yourself you could have grown up to be. this is who you ended up being by what you've been taught and told are all the right choices to make.

you're still the only one who knows what is about to happen on top of that mountain. it hasn't happened yet. the fate of the world hangs on what'll happen on top of that mountain, the same world you'll have to give birth to your daughter in. the same daughter you're currently pregnant with.

now imagine you're luce, look me in the eye and tell me you'd know how to even form the thought of the possibility of there being any other choice to make. look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn't look at the only choice in front of you, and know deep in your bones it's the only right choice to make. that it is right of you to make it. because it simply has to be.

(imagine you're luce, and you're not doomed by the narrative. of course, you're not.

why would you need to be when the narrative has painstakingly shaped you all your life to become its perfect, faithful and dutiful sacrificial lamb?

and then, imagine you're luce, and you're even grateful for it, so, so very grateful it held up its end of the bargain too.

truly, you are.)

[bitchthefuck1]

you know what, I actually will talk about this because it's bothering me. The issue with focussing so heavily on syd and carmy's potential for a romantic relationship isn't that there's something inherently unintellectual about romance or whatever, it's that a lot of people seem incapable of doing that without immediately flattening the story and ignoring or intentionally misreading any and all nuance for the sake of that romance. Every scene suddenly becomes about how it impacts their relationship, every analysis is done through a romantic lens, every frame or line of dialogue becomes about finding some easter egg or hint that "proves" these people should start dating. Their dynamic is absolutely a fundamental part of this show, but if you can only see it as a will-they-won't-they, you miss so much of what the story is actually trying to say with these two.

There are good versions of this story where their relationship is romantic and there are good versions of this story where it isn't, but as soon as you decide them being together is "the point," you lose the ability to actually judge the story for what it is, not what you want it to be.

[cafecouple]

Guys... there has been a new character on my brain lately... It is so over for me and I know this but it is a SECRET. because. uhhhh well (RUNS INTO THE WOODS

[jacksintention]

I'm thinking again on the fact that so often comments, criticism and readings on Jack dwell a lot on how he is barely human/a person/doesn't have a personality at the point of the story and, while I somewhat understand these points, I find them so lacking. I find them... ableist? I'm always doubtful to use the word here because I'm not sure if it's applied in this kind (mental health) of context, but something like that. And I find them extremely simplistic.

However, honestly, a big part of the reason for these readings being so popular is that the manga itself words it that way. But that's one of the problems I find in the manga. When I say P.andora Hear.ts is very good but unfortunately it is very manga-like at times, besides the 2000s homojokes and the like, I'm usually thinking about things like this. I feel like often characters and situations that are (potentially) very intricate instead of getting insightful deep overviews often get screwed by the writing itself, which falls into very manga tropes a lot in a bad way (not that every manga has to fall into them, or that every manga trope has to be bad or written badly).

I don't know... For instance, I'd argue R.askolnikov's capacity for love in Cr.ime and Punishmen.t is debatable, but it's never treated as if it made him less of a person, a human being or made him not have a personality. I'd say not even Svidrigailo.v, who is as much a Bad Guy™ as a character can be, gets that treatment by the writing. I'd say that even him or Mikol.ka are written as fully fleshed human beings with their intricate internal lives and feelings. Svidrig.ailov's last scene with D.unya is fascinating for both characters and spins the whole dynamic and makes you question the entire narrative and veracity of not only those two characters, but brings to mind several other conversations among different characters and throws light (and doubt!) on the main plot between R.askolnikov and Porf.iry.

In similar situations, Jack's humanity, personhood and personality are debated, doubted and even full on accepted as vanished. No one reads Crim.e and Punishmen.t and comes to the same conclusions about Raskolni.kov, Svidrig.ailov, Sony.a or Razu.mikhin. The writing doesn't allow it. The writing doesn't allow you to forget that humanity is diverse and multifaceted, that it can be sad and cruel and loving and monstrous, even all at the same time, or that a person may struggle with feeling at all; and one is still a person.

[aroaessidhe]

2023 reads // twitter thread

If I See You Again Tomorrow

YA contemporary/light sci-fi

follows a boy almost a year into a time loop, who has almost given up on finding a way out

until a new boy shows up at his school - which has never happened before - and he’s motivated to step out of his monotony and maybe find a way out

exploring loneliness and social isolation

[jackass-jones]

Girl help I keep thinking about freaking persona 4

[felidthing]

i just had a very long complicated dream about some very ooc homestuck kids. jade might be rooted in some form of fanon at least but i dunno

[lokissweater]

hey i really really love your fics and the way you write youre so talented! ive been searching for a virgin!yuji x virgin!reader for so long and my life would literally be urs if you wrote this. if not no worries, i totally get it.

sending love! - anon

OH THIS IDEA IS HOOOOTTTTT AND U BEST BELIEVE IM ALL OVER IT!! thank you for your sweet words and for sending in a request!! i hope you like it!! :] <333

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oh my god, pretty!

{yuji itadori x f!reader}

summary: your relationship with yuji was semi new and cute, you both absolutely adoring the fuck out of one another since the moment you met. one thing you have in common though? you’re both loser virgins with absolutely no experience whatsoever, and on one night where you’re both innocently cuddling on the couch watching a movie— yuji goes NUTS.

warnings: MDNI. college!au, afab!reader, SMUT, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it ya’ll), accidental creampie LOL, yuji is a little perv, smut with barely any plot she goes straight to the good stuff, cursing, pet names, fluff, FILTHYYYY this is filthy, all characters are aged up.

word count: 3.9k

authors note: PHEEWWWW THIS ONE HAD ME MEOWING LIKE A KITTY CAT AND I HOPE YALL MEOW WITH ME!!! thank you for your support always, that is an absolute given, i love you and i love you forever. MWAAAHHHH <3333

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“are you okay baby?”

no you were not.

because yuji was in a black tight compression tee and pj’s while you both were watching a movie together and cuddling on your living room couch, the sleeves of his shirt accentuating his biceps and the rest of it squeezing over his pecs and torso, the brightness of your tv illuminating all of his sharp handsome features that had you gnawing at your nails in a nervous fit— him looking at you with pinched eyebrows.

yuji and you had just started dating a couple of months ago— his lively overly friendly personality winning you over without really much effort at all, and your genuine sweet one catching his heart the minute he saw you come into one of his lectures last year, looking soul killingly beautiful and radiant, the both of you befriending each other quickly as your interests aligned.

and you started hanging out on and off campus a lot more frequently after that— gradually falling more and more in love until yuji finally gathered up his jumpy nerves and asked you to be his girlfriend.

there was a problem though.

neither of you had had sex before, or had done anything in between the lines with other people before you got together.

it was the first thing that yuji worried about when he first started dating you— embarrassed and afraid that you would think he was a big fat loser with no game and that he would potentially run the risk of losing you, you maybe preferring a man of experience to match your own needs.

but when he admitted that to you, and when you shook your worried little head and told him you were in the same exact boat as him, he was fucking elated— his apprehensions crumbling down like a landslide and replaced instead with the giddiness of getting to do stuff with you for the first time ever, and him being the man (the only man ever he hoped) to get to do it to you.

but then there was another problem.

neither of you seemed to want to start anything, the both of you hesitant and scared because of your lack of experience— petrified of humiliating yourselves if one of you tried and pathetically failed at it or did something incorrectly.

“mhm! fine.” you smiled sweetly, your calm voice a completely different contrast to what was currently happening inside your reeling fuzzy brain.

you had both definitely talked about it, the subject of intimacy. but it was always something that the two of you reassured each other would happen eventually when you were both ready, that there was no rush— choosing to brush the subject off like it was nothing.

except it wasn’t nothing. it was never nothing. and you were both way past fucking ready, especially yuji, him practically ripping apart at the seams with horn dog need anytime he saw you wear those little skirts that you like so much, or whenever you’d straddle his lap during one of your daily makeout sessions— his hands literally trembling over your ass in attempts at being respectful of pretty ol’ you, settling for placing them on your upper back instead.

and you would internally pout, disappointed, because you always without fail noticed all of this yet you were too shy to mention anything or do something about it on your own.

“you sure?” he asked softly. “you look like you’re thinking about something.”

he raised a hand and gently poked your cheek repeatedly with his index finger, a silly smile on his face. “tell me baby tell me baby tell me baby—”

you giggled, “i’m okay! just zoned out.” you pushed his finger away, leaning up and pressing a quick shy kiss to his cheek that made him instantly flush pink in return, a wobbly smile spreading across his face.

in the midst of you retreating back to your previous position, yuji caught your chin with his fingers and turned you to look at him, your cheeks blushing as he stared at you with lovesick dreamy eyes.

“can we— um.” his gaze flickered to your lips. “can we make out.”

your eyes widened slightly and your hands grew clammy fast, cheeks buzzing as you stared back at him.

since making out was the only thing you both properly conquered, it happened almost every single time you saw each other, the act practically filling in and making up for the more lewd exchanges you both were missing out on, your kisses always sloppy and messy but heated— though each time it came around to it you were often just as nervous as the first time.

“s—sure!” you stammered. “you don’t have to ask me yuji… you can just— y’know… do it..”

he bit his tongue, your timidness for some fucking reason sending a shock of arousal through his veins and straight down to his dick as he tried his best to swallow it and not make it obvious for you.

“okay!”

he brought your face closer then and kissed you, a solid one at first, until you slowly parted your lips and ushered him in, deeper, your body moving closer to his on its own as he immediately responded with placing a hand on your leg to throw it over his lap, your mouths wet and slippery as he properly settled you to sit on him.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, the movie drowned out completely in the background as a sequence of lip smackings echoed throughout the room, yuji’s hands on your upper back like always as you continued to make out… until you felt a little stinging cramp in your knee— moving your hips a little bit to readjust, utterly unaware of how you accidentally applied pressure over yuji’s crotch as he sucked in a breath through his nose and pulled away.

“fuck don’t do that baby don’t do that.”

you froze, hands quickly retracting back to your chest. “what? what do what?”

“oh—” he froze, eyes wide and cheeks pink as his mouth opened and closed like a fishy out of water.

he couldn’t possibly tell you why, not wanting to scare you away by admitting that you grinding down on his crotch like that made his dick jerk and mind haze in the most filthy and perverted way imaginable, feeling like he wanted to dig himself a big fat grave of horny shame to throw himself into as he watched your pretty eyes look at him the way that they were, wanting that same look but underneath him instead—

your bent knee cramped up once more and you hissed, moving your hips again except this time harder, yuji’s eyes flying open as the grip around your upper torso tightened, a strangled whiny hum escaping his throat.

your eyes snapped to his at the sound, now feeling something hard poking your clothed pussy as your brain finally put fucking two and two together, your hand slapping over your mouth in embarrassment at what you did and over your stupid delayed realization.

“oh! yuji i’m so sorry i— i didn’t realize—”

he shook his head rapidly, his cheeks and ears red as he shakily smoothed his hands over your hips comfortingly.

“no baby! don’t be sorry it’s okay!” he quickly kissed your forehead. “i—it’s me… it’s not you at all…”

but there was something else behind his eyes, something you couldn’t quite pinpoint as he just stared at the place where your body met his crotch, hands slowly gripping your hips tighter in a certain way and… and actually moving you now in a certain way that made you promptly realize he was grinding you against him, pleasure quickly twitching at your clit in response as flat hands flew to his chest to stabilize yourself.

“what— what are you doing?” you stammered, your chest heaving a little.

“s—sorry!…” he mumbled, eyes still trained to the same area. “it just— felt kind of good… so..”

yuji peered up at you, a cautious look on his face as he eyed you curiously with his pinky cheeks bright— hesitantly indulging in his overwhelming sick need for you, as simply making out was just not cutting it anymore ever since he got a taste of how something like this could feel a couple of seconds ago.

and your thoughts were identical to his.

timidly, you slid your hands up slowly to rest back on his manly shoulders, the rough material of his compression tee under your fingers making you literally squeeze your hole around nothing, eyes nervously darting around his face.

“o—okay…”

his hand came up to brush some of your soft hair over your shoulder, his thumb moving in to caress gently over your hot cheek.

“can i… can i do it again?”

you shakily nodded, and he gripped your hips again before moving you just like he did before, your crotch coming down to meet his slowly and cautiously as your mouth partially hung open at how good it actually felt, yuji staring at your expression with blown out pupils and nearly drooling over it.

but he wanted more, his hands moving you then to grind on him a little faster, his hips coming up to meet yours at the same time as you shyly met him halfway— quick and stuttery until all of a sudden you were full blown humping into each other like rabid dogs, your tiny whiny moans setting him the fuck off as he captured your lips again to make out with you, fearing if he let you quietly moan like that for his ears to selfishly drink up that he was going to end up busting in his pants.

“y—yuji…” you whimpered in between kisses.

“yeah baby?” his husky voice sent another electrical shock of ecstasy through your body, your fingers gripping his shirt in tiny fists as you didn’t even know what exactly you were pleading him for.

but he knew.

he wrapped his arms entirely around you and moved so that you were laying flat on your back now, yuji in between your legs as he kissed you sloppily while grinding himself back on you again, him literally mimicking how it would be to fuck you as you squeezed his biceps for support, your thin pajama shorts feeling his hard cock bulging from his pj pants and rutting against your cunt desperately with every hump.

yuji, literally trapped in a dimension of arousal and nasty fucking thoughts of you with every moan that slipped past your puffy soft lips, had him reaching and tugging down on the waist band of your shorts like an animal, your baby blue panties with a little ribbon bow in the middle making him nearly choke on his spit.

your hand quickly came to clasp around his wrist, stopping him.

“y—yuji my parents! i don’t know if we should—”

“oh fuck—” he whispered, looking up to the top of your staircase and down where your parents were sound asleep, gnawing so much on his bottom lip in cock blocked agony that he accidentally drew blood.

and you didn’t know why, but the urge was unforgiving as you reached up and cupped his hot sweaty cheeks, pulling his face down as you stuck your tongue out and licked over his bleeding lip.

yuji stared, eyes wide, before he let out a low guttural grown and shoved his face into the crook of your neck.

“fuck fuck fuck fuck—”

you were fucking killing him.

he rolled his leaky cock slowly into you again, his shoulders trembling at the cold feeling of his wet boxers that were literally covered in pre cum the moment your pretty plush thighs sat over his lap, you speaking up.

“m—maybe—”

he pulled back fast.

“yeah?”

“maybe if you just— look. that… that should be fine, right?”

“yeah yeah!” yuji’s invisible tail was practically wagging over your words. “look uh huh! just look baby.”

you bit your lip, slowly reaching down and tugging as both of yuji’s hands went flying down to help you, pulling them over your thighs and down to your ankles before setting them behind him on the couch with a soft thud.

you kept your thighs closed, shy and timid as you realized yuji hadn’t seen you like this yet… your cheeks flaring in embarrassment as he pulled your knees apart and gawked at the vision before him, yuji looking at you like you had built the entirety of rome by yourself with your bare hands.

you hadn’t noticed yet, but your panties were drenched— a patch of wet spread over your lips that literally outlined the anatomy of your pussy to a t, leaving little to the imagination as his eyes stayed locked on your clit in a complete trance.

“oh my god, pretty!…” he murmured, his index finger coming down to softly touch and rub your puffed up clit over your panties, you squeaking in response and slamming your thighs closed again.

“sorry! sorry!” he sputtered, frantic as he came down to peck little kisses on your cheek apologetically, your eyes shut, bashful. “did that hurt? i didn’t mean to i’m sorry—”

“n—no!” you shook your head and slowly peeked your eyes open. “it didn’t… just felt s—sensitive.”

his shoulders relaxed in relief, nodding, his eyes widening in delight when you spread your legs back open for him again, your panties literally stuck slick to your pussy at this point.

yuji’s fingers pressed against your folds, him wanting to just feel the way your little wet lips mushed up against his digits, his curious hand directing him slowly up over your clit and back down by your virgin hole as he breathed hard through his nose, trying to get himself to calm the fuck down over your cunt and not freak you out.

but what he was doing felt good, him having no idea as you pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth with your eyebrows screwed together in euphoria, his ears perking up at the sounds of your sweet little moans and whines the more pressure he applied to it.

and then he got an idea.

as you were distracted getting riled up by his fingers, yuji shoved his other hand under his wet pajama pants and boxers, pulling out his throbbing cock and pumping it a little as his angry tip leaked with every jerk— a drop oozing down and landing right on your nub before rolling over your panties as he breathed out a string of hushed curses.

yuji replaced the hand on your pussy with his cock, his length and tip pushing up in between your sopping cunt and back down, completely soiling your panties with a mix of your arousal and his pre cum as he rolled his hips into you again, you not noticing at all until both of his rough hands came to grip and squeeze over your inner thighs, your eyes fluttering open as you wondered why it felt way better than before, them bulging once you saw his thick long dick slipping and sliding hurriedly against your pussy.

“b—baby!” you moaned breathlessly, but yuji literally could not hear you as his dazed droopy eyes stayed focused on your swollen puss while he continued to rut.

“uh huh..?..” he panted. “what’s wrong sweetheart…”

your words lodged themselves in the back of your throat as a particular rough thrust made you choke and clamp your mouth shut, squeezing your eyes shut in response with your sensitive nub pulsing as you felt yuji’s leaky sticky cum all over you.

“does it— does it feel good?” his eyes finally trailed up to look at you, his already fucked out expression and flushed face forming a yummy pit in your stomach that you recognized as your release whenever you fingered yourself, except that feeling no where near as good as what you felt right fucking now.

“mhm..” you moaned and licked your lips.

yuji’s fingers slid up from your inner thighs and to the straps of your panties, fiddling and playing with them as he rolled his hips like a little perv, his tip at times falling and literally sinking into your gaping virgin hole a bit— your panties a thin stretchy wall that frustratingly stopped his cock from going, slipping back upward instead.

“baby…” he moaned lowly, whispering. “maybe we should just have sex right now…”

you gasped. “right now?! i don’t know yuji my— my parents— and we’ve never—”

he leaned down and sloppily kissed you, speaking in between each smack.

“they’re asleep it’s—” mmphf— “it’s okay—”

yuji already had his middle finger hooked under your wet panties as he started pulling down, you squeaking at the cold breeze hitting your bare clit.

“i want to but— hic!”

he rubbed his tip over your entrance a bit, pooling your juice up.

“what if— what if we get too loud? and they come downstairs—”

he shook his head. “i’ll keep on a lookout pretty don’t worry about it...” he murmured. “you just relax while i pump my cock in, yeah?”

you whimpered, nodding quickly and pathetically as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down flush against your chest, suctioning tiny sucks on his jaw to keep you from moaning the loudest you’ve moaned all night as he started pushing in, yuji’s mind in a literal fucking state of delirium as his dick was finally gonna be buried in your cute pussy after wanting it for so long.

you hiccuped against his jaw, your arms gripping him tighter as he stretched you out so good, feeling a little pinch in your walls that made you spread your legs wider in attempts at alleviating it.

“ohhhh fuckkkk baby—” he moaned loud and you quickly clamped a hand over his mouth.

“shhh honey shhh—”

“m’sorry m’sorry m’sorry—”

his voice was muffled against your hand as he pumped deeper, your squeal catching itself in your throat and his body fucking shivering at the way your tight slobbering walls sucked him in without him having to even push, your hole clenching around him and pumping more strings of stray pre cum out inside you.

“my god do that again please do that again—” he panted, reeling his hips back slowly and pushing in at a steady rhythm.

“d—do what?” you panted, your eyes closing in pleasure.

“squeeze— shit!— squeeze me please please—” he begged, pressing wet open mouthed kisses on your cheeks as he licked up your little overstimulated tears.

“like— like this?”

you clenched your hole again and his body jerked, his choked moans huffing in your ear as he rolled and snapped his hips faster.

“mm! yuji my god—” you squealed and he placed a hand over your mouth, the both of you now covering over each others as he proceeded to drill his hips in, the couch squeaking with every messy hit.

your hand tightened over his lips the louder he moaned, your eyes silently pleading with him to be a little quieter, but him too lost in the milking of his cock and the way your fucked out face looked as he couldn’t connect the dots with what you were asking of him, suddenly your blurry brain coming into reasonable consciousness for a second as you became aware of the fact that you weren’t even using protection.

“b—baby—” you muffled against his hand. “we’re not using a— mmm! c—condom we need—”

smack smack smack—

“shit i don’t— i don’t have one sweetheart.” he stifled, and yuji only went faster then, harder and jerky as his awkward virgin hips jolted you up and down on him, your eyes rolling back. “s’okay i’ll just pull out m’kay? i’ll pull out—”

his snappy pace brought your brain back into your previous dumb erotic state, nodding dazedly as he scooched his hand down and shoved his middle and ring finger inside your wet mouth, your tongue slobbering over his digits before your lips lewdly closed around them and sucked.

yuji was not keeping a lookout for your parents.

“oh fuck baby you look so fucking pretty doing that…” he choked. “you look so so pretty under me and taking my dick—”

“mhm..” you moaned around his fingers, drool seeping out of your mouth and down your chin as you felt like you were on the brink of cumming and squelching all over him.

“i’m gonna pull out soon okay? i feel—” pant— “i feel like i’m cumming—”

you pulled back from his fingers with a pop and licked your lips, nodding vigorously as you squeezed your eyes painfully shut, your release washing over you like a prickly wave with your mouth hung wide open and your vision blowing bright white.

but in the midst of you creaming, you accidentally clamped your thighs shut around yuji as he tried to slip his dick out.

“fuck! i can’t—” pant— “baby open your legs please im gonna— fuck fuck fuck!—”

yuji’s cum pummeled inside you and filled you the absolute brim as he gasped and whined in your ear, his balls draining so much of it into you that it took no time at all for it to slip past your hole and onto your couch below, the both of you heaving heavily with your clothes stuck against your sweaty sticky bodies.

“are you—” he swallowed. “are you okay baby? i’m sorry i came inside—”

“it’s okay it wasn’t you—” you tried to regulate your breathing. “it— it was my fault… i trapped you in…”

you sheepishly looked at him and gnawed at the inside of your cheek in shame, your face only making him lazily grin and press a hard loving kiss to your cheek.

“it’s okay. we can figure it out later!”

he peeled away from you and sat up, his softening cock still buried inside as he slowly pulled out and watched the rest of his cum spurt out, taking one of his shaky fingers and collecting some before pushing it back in your hole.

“don’t put it back in yujiiii!” you whined.

“sorry! sorry sorry—” he grabbed your wrist gently and kissed the back of your hand, his pinky cheeks vibrant as he looked at you with a wobbly shy smile. “i— i couldn’t help myself…”

you giggled. “s’okay honey.”

he laid his body back over yours, being mindful not to squish you as he leaned some of his weight on his arms, cutely pecking your puffy lips over and over until he was satisfied with the amount, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck after.

“m’glad my first time was with you yuji…” you murmured into his ear, your words causing his heart to literally bang against his chest as he felt like he was on cloud nine with you underneath him like that.

“i’m glad it was with you pretty.” he pushed, looking into your fucked out eyes with sincerity. “and i hope it stays that way. just my dick.”

you laughed loudly, your hand quickly coming up to cover your mouth as he giggled.

you pecked his nose sweetly and readjusted your hips, your cum covered pussy brushing against his cock again, the blood immediately rushing back to it faster than a speeding fucking bullet.

he traced a loving finger across your bottom lip delicately, a little grin on his face.

you quirked a brow. “what?”

“can we um—“ he quickly kissed you. “can we try doggy style right now?”

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