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jeneveuxrein · 2 years ago

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safety net [2/2] (BLACKPINK Rosé)

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part 1 (14.8K) | part 2 (11K)

(yeah, lol)

Self-loathing has always been something you’ve done. It was likely the result of never being good enough for your parents even when you delivered on every single expectation they’ve had for you.

At this current point in your life, you hate yourself for the situation you blindly agreed to.

It’s been about a month since Rosie disturbed your peace in the library, asking if you’d teach her how to have sex, which translates into having sex with her.

You haven’t had sex yet, but you’ve done everything else a lot. Rosie has been eager to finally do it, but there’s something that always stops you. She gets frustrated, but you eat her out, quickly bringing her to an orgasm, and all is forgotten until next time. You sense her getting impatient, but you’re scared that once you finally do, that’ll be it.

And it’s been nice spending all this time with her. You see her pretty much every day. The only times you don’t is if she has to finish a project or if she has a date with Soohyun. When it’s the latter, you get all broody, but your mood immediately changes when she messages you as soon as she’s home.

Rosie doesn’t tell you much about the dates unless you ask. She has shared that they’ve exchanged a couple kisses here and there, but she often compares Soohyun to you—too much teeth, too aggressive, too… everything she’s not used to. It goes straight to your ego because how could it not.

The physical aspect of your relationship aside, you two are actually getting along. You still bicker, but it doesn’t end with her yelling anymore.

Rosie’s a catch, which is understandable based on the amount of people that want to be with her. She’s funny. She’s kind. She’s driven. She’s sometimes in her own world, that you often get lost with her when she rambles on about her day. She’s someone you could see yourself with if it was under different circumstances.

You hear your name being called, breaking you out of your thoughts as you stare at your computer screen. You see Rosie approaching you with Jisoo, waving as the other woman looks bored already.

“Hey Rosie,” You greet affectionately. “Jisoo.”

Jisoo gives you a wave, smiling, as Rosie walks behind your chair.

“Whatcha working on?” Rosie peeks over your shoulder.

It’s an expense report that your father sent you to look over, but you’ve been swamped with exams coming up.

“Just work stuff,” You answer, stretching your arms and letting out a yawn. “Are you done with your project?”

“Yeah, Jisoo and I were going to grab dinner but I wanted to find you before we left,” Rosie ruffles your hair. “I’ll come by after though?”

Jisoo makes a gagging sound, earning a glare from the woman behind you.

“Sure, I’ll be home around 8. I have a game today,” You inform her, checking the time.

“Oh what? You should’ve told me, I would’ve came,” Rosie sounds disappointed.

“It’s alright, I probably won’t play that much anyways,” You send her an easy smile. “I’ll see you later.”

Rosie nods, blowing you a kiss that has you blushing while Jisoo makes the sound again. She grunts when Rosie hits her arm, a quick bye before getting dragged away.

You watch their figures get smaller, suddenly missing Rosie that you can’t focus anymore on work. You sigh, shaking your head, deciding that you’ll just shoot around before your game.

“Why,” Rosie tears her lips away from yours, tilting her head back that you attack her neck. “Won’t you have sex with me?” She pants when you suck on her skin, careful to not leave a mark because he might see it.

“Are you in a rush?” You murmur, hand sneaking underneath her blouse to palm her breast.

“Well—no,” She gasps when you gently pinch her nipple. “I just think I’m ready. We’ve done a lot and I—fuck.”

“You what?” You continue your ministrations on her chest, massaging each breast with equal attention.

“I’ve been thinking about how you’d feel inside me,” You stop and she squirms underneath you.

If you weren’t hard enough before, you’re about ready to bust through your briefs.

You pull back, staring at her. Your mind’s going a mile a minute because you weren’t expecting to actually follow through tonight.

“I want this with you,” Rosie whispers, sitting up slightly to kiss you on the lips. “If anything hurts, I’ll tell you.”

Fuck fuck okay. It’s go time and you couldn’t talk yourself out of this.

“Okay,” You nod, kissing her forehead. “Are you sure?” You have to ask one more time.

“Yes,” Rosie tugs her blouse over her head, leaving her completely nude. “You’re overthinking this.”

You are, but for reasons she doesn’t know. You don’t even know yourself. You’re acting as if it’s your first time.

“Kiss me,” And you do, resting your weight on top of her.

It’s slow and sensual, her lips soft on your as you trail your hand between her legs. You swipe a finger in between her folds to check and she’s wet. She moans at the contact, rolling her hips for more contact. You repeat the movement just to be sure. You’ve been told that you’re above average in the size department, and you don’t want her to be in any pain.

Rosie gets impatient, tugging your waistband down to free your cock. You groan when her hand wraps around you, stroking you gently as you kick the material off.

When you deem her wet enough, you meet her hand with yours, guiding your cock in between her lips. Your body screams at you to enter her, but instead with your control quickly slipping, you run your length in between, moaning at the first contact of her pussy.

“Stop teasing,” Rosie pants, body trembling beneath you as you rock your hips.

“I’m sorry,” You’re really not. You don’t know what comes over you, but you lean back, spreading her legs wider as you grip your cock, spreading the precum over. “I need to get a condom.” You reach over to your nightstand, but she stops you.

“Have you had sex with anyone since?”

“No,” You’ve been too wrapped up in her that any woman that you’ve seen at a party or hooked up with previously hasn’t been on your mind.

“Then no condom, I’m on the pill,” Rosie says softly.

You stare at her for a moment, heart pounding against your chest at what she’s offering. Rationale goes out the window because even though you’ve had a condom rule for the past year, you’d love to feel her without one.

“Trust me?” Rosie bites her lip, nodding, eyes locked at your cock as you rest the head at her entrance. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

You take a breath, more for your sake, as your cock slowly enters her. Her hands shoot to your hip, stopping your movement instantly.

You’ve barely made any headway, but from what you’re feeling so far is too much for you to handle. She’s warm, wet, and tight as her body tenses at the intrusion. You keep reminding yourself to go slow because this is still her first time and going at the pace your body is telling you to would not be fair to her.

“Holy shit,” Rosie gasps as her hands move to grip your arms. “Keep going,” She breathes slowly, catching her breath as you press your hips slightly forward.

Her heat envelops you, applying a delicious pressure the deeper you go. You glance down at where your bodies are joined and you’re barely halfway there.

What you want to do is snap your hips forward, completely, but you’re aware of Rosie’s breathing and expressions for any signs of discomfort.

Though that awareness is quickly getting lost.

“Are you all the way?” Rosie asks weakly, eyes scrunched closed.

“Uh, almost?” You’re able to say as you gently rock back and forth to get your cock inside more. “How are you feeling?”

“It’s—fuck—not bad, but there’s just a lot of pressure,” Rosie breathes out.

Tell me about it.

You distract her by kissing her all over, keeping your rhythm as her body relaxes to take more of you in. Her nails scratch at your arms, but you’d take a little bit of pain any day.

You don’t realize it, but in no time, you’re fully sheathed by her heat, letting out a whimper when you see your cock disappear inside her.

“You doing okay?” You grunt, burying your face into her neck to keep yourself from cumming right then and there.

“Yeah,” Rosie sighs, experimenting by squeezing her inner walls around you.

“You’re so hot,” You murmur, trailing kisses along her neck. “Your pussy feels so good around me, you’re taking me so well.” Her body responds to your words—interesting—as she spreads her legs wider to take you in. “You like hearing how you make me feel, huh?” Rosie can only nod, tipping her head back.

You lean back, slowly pulling your hips back, and watch, entranced, as your cock slides out. It’s covered in her slick, and you’ve never seen anything hotter. You let out a sigh as you feel her contract around the tip. She moans and something snaps inside you that you suddenly thrust back in.

Rosie screams at the pressure, letting out a filthy moan that has you groaning. Your body moves on its own accord, slowly pumping your cock in and out of her pussy that has you seeing stars.

“Fuck, baby,” She moans, pants, as she starts to babble nonsense as her walls accommodate to your girth. “You feel so good.”

You try not to pay attention to the pet name, but it only spurs you on more.

Her walls rhythmically squeeze every time you bottom out. It doesn’t stop you. It makes you chase the feeling, an addiction that you wouldn’t mind having.

You lose yourself in her body, watching her bite her lip and lose her breath as she grabs onto the sheets. Hearing your name fall from her lips wakes something up in you.The sounds she makes drive you to thrust into her, and when you hit a certain spot inside, she demands you don’t stop. You don’t break rhythm as she squirms. You grab her hips, letting out groans of your own as you feel your orgasm coming.

“Chaeng,” Your hips falter as her pussy contracts after a particularly hard thrust, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Inside,” Rosie locks eyes with you, “Cum inside me.”

Your resolve snaps as you thrust wildly into her, chasing your orgasm as you feel the start of hers, walls squeezing your cocks so tightly you feel lightheaded. You feel her nails digging into your skin, holding onto like her life depends on it.

“Yes, yes,” Rosie chants like a song as her head snaps back, showing her neck as her body is wracked with pleasure.

Cum shoots from your cock inside her, painting her inner walls white, groaning as you rut into her. Your brain shuts off as you fall on top of her. She doesn’t seem to mind as she wraps her arms around you, placing soft kisses all over your face. You hear a contented sigh from her as you gasp for air.

When you come to your senses, you automatically kiss Rosie on the lips—a simple, sweet one—as you catch her breath against your lips. She tries to deepen it, but you pull away, smiling softly as you fully take her in. Your heart has never felt so loud.

“Hi,” You say quietly.

“Hey yourself,” Rosie returns your smile.

“You okay?” You glance down where you’re still connecting, hoping—praying—you weren’t too rough.

“A little sore, but never better.”

“ I wasn’t too rough right?”

“Nope,” Rosie shakes her head.

You gently pull out, watching her face wince, but she lets out a quiet moan when your softened cock brushes against her clit.

“Sorry!” You rush out, falling next to her as she chuckles.

“Stop,” Rosie lightly slaps your arm, bringing it to rest on her stomach.

“Sorry,” You mumble again.

“I feel it leaking,” Rosie states simply, sitting up to look in between her legs. You join her and see a dribble of your cum peak through her folds. “That’s kind of hot.”

“Chaeng,” You groan, the image of what’s between her legs etched in your mind forever.

“It is,” Rosie nudges your shoulder, laughing. “I’m exhausted. I hope I’m not too sore tomorrow, I have to carry a bunch of things to the studio.”

“I’ll help you.”

“Like actually?” Rosie sinks back into the pillow, turning to face you.

You nod.

“You don’t even have classes tomorrow?”

“I know, but I’ll take you to school with all your stuff,” You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t help her, knowing that she’ll likely be sore because of you. That wouldn’t sit well with you.

Rosie kisses you on the cheek, smiling before snuggling into you. It all feels very relationship-y, spiking your anxiety because you’re more attached to her than you ever intended.

And that scares you the most.

“Thanks Eunbi,” You send a grateful smile to the girl sitting across from you as you’re finishing up the group project that completely slipped your mind.

“It’s fine oppa,” Eunbi laughs. “It’s a low-stakes project anyways.”

“Still,” You roll your eyes, annoyed with yourself more than anything. “I would’ve literally forgotten about it if you didn’t say anything.”

You and Eunbi were assigned as partners for a project that wasn’t worth much towards your grade, but it was supposed to help with the semester project that was worth your entire grade. Eunbi was someone you interacted with frequently, sharing the same classes, but spending the past couple days with her has kept your mind off a certain someone (who you’ve been actively avoiding for the past few days)z

The day after you and Rosie had sex, you did drop her off at school, carrying all her things to the studio so she wouldn’t have to lift a finger. Naturally, people saw you together, creating a small rumor about you dating. It freaked you out because everyone is aware of her and Soohyun that you needed to distance yourself from her.

Of course, without her realizing what you’re doing. But Rosie was perceptive, so sooner or later, she’ll confront you.

“Are you doing anything right now?” Eunbi asks after she finished packing her belongings.

“Uh no?”

“Did you want to get dinner?”

“Sure why not,” You shrug because you’re not doing anything wrong, but why did you suddenly feel a weight on your shoulders?

Eunbi smiles, and she’s pretty. She knows it too, but she doesn’t let that get to her head. She is someone you haven’t gone out with or slept with, so it couldn’t hurt to spend a little bit more time with her outside of school work.

Right?

Wrong.

The universe has a funny way of making things happen.

As you’re exiting the library, Rosie’s outside. You try to avoid her, but she looks up at the right moment, eyes narrowing, and stomps her way over to you.

“Seriously?” Is all she says, glancing behind you to see who you’re with.

“What?” Your wall’s up, especially with people passing by. You pray to a higher being that she doesn’t make a scene.

“You know what,” Rosie huffs, crossing her arms.

“Uh, oppa,” Eunbi says before you could respond to the woman seething in front of you. “We can have dinner another time.”

You turn your head, and Eunbi has an understanding smile on her face, nodding encouragingly while you feel the metaphorical daggers stabbing the side of your face.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll see you around okay?” Eunbi’s eyes crinkle, nodding politely at Rosie before walking away.

Once Eunbi’s a good few meters away, Rosie tugs on your arm, “Seriously, what the fuck? You’ve been avoiding me.”

Okay so maybe you haven’t been handling this the best. You’ve intentionally missed her phone calls and blatantly ignored her messages. You don’t know if it’s because of how you feel towards her, which you’re still trying to figure out, or if it’s because you thought that it was a one-time thing.

“Can we not do this here?” You offer weakly, and her jaw noticeably clenches.

“Fine,” Rosie relents, shaking her head, cursing you under her breath before walking towards the parking lot.

You’re sitting on the couch, watching Rosie pace back and forth across your living room. She didn’t say much to you on the car ride over except that she was playing music. She grunted a thanks when you opened the door for her, opting to change into more comfortable clothes, leaving her some on your bed in case she wanted to change.

Other than that, she hasn’t said anything else.

“Did you want me to cook something?”

No response, the sound of Rosie’s feet continues to shuffle on the hardwood.

“You know,” Rosie stops in front of the window, back towards you as she looks out at the night city skyline, “I spent the last three days wracking my brain over why you weren’t talking to me.”

“I can–” Rosie shakes her head, prompting you to not say anything more.

“I thought everything between us was going well. Yeah we still bicker, but we aren’t arguing like we used to. We had sex. I thought it was great aside from the expected soreness, but then you just ghost me,” Thankfully she doesn’t see you wince. “I was like there’s no way he’s going to treat me like I’m one of his usual fucks, right? He has to have more respect for me.” Rosie turns around, eyes narrowed as she walks towards you.

“Rosie–”

“I thought about it more and I even talked about it with Lisa and Jennie because I needed someone, anyone really, to make sure I wasn’t going crazy,” Rosie stands in between your legs, crossing her arms. “Lisa being Lisa said that I was overthinking it too much, but do you want to know what Jennie said?”

“What?” You gulp, gaze locked on hers.

“Since you and Jennie had a fling, or whatever,” You detect something off in her tone when she says that, but if you point it out, she’ll yell at you. “She said that maybe you had feelings for me.”

Fucking Jennie.

“I called it absurd because it’s you and me. We set the rules, which for what it’s worth, we broke a couple of them, but that’s the one we absolutely couldn’t break,” Rosie’s eyes narrow, searching your face for truth. You hoped you weren’t giving anything away, but you weren’t too sure.

Sentences weren’t forming under her intense gaze, so you could only nod.

“I have to ask, do you have feelings for me?” Rosie asks point blank.

Yes is the short answer.

The long answer is much more complicated for you to put into words because you’re admitting to yourself that you do, and that’s what’s fucking you up more.

“No.”

“No? Then why were you avoiding me? I called. I texted. I had half the mind of just coming over here to curse you out, but Jennie stopped me,” Her shoulders drop, defeated, as the hurt breaks through her façade.

“I figured you were done with me,” You say softly.

“Why would you think that?” Rosie kneels in between your legs, resting her hands on your thighs. Your brain short circuits because it’s a very familiar position that your body has become very conditioned to.

“We had sex, isn’t that what you wanted? To just get it over with?”

“Well yeah,” Rosie folds her arms, cradling her face in her hands as she stares at you. “But I still want to do more things with you. Soohyun and I have gone on a few dates, but we aren’t anything official.”

“When he asks you out, that’s when this,” You gesture between your bodies, “Will be over?”

Rosie nods, “It would make the most sense right? I would be cheating on him if we continued doing things and I called him my boyfriend.”

It stings to hear that more than you thought it would, but you swallow that, pushing it deep down.

“That’s true. You’ll tell me when that happens?” You ask. You need to prepare yourself for a heartbreak you weren’t expecting.

“You’ll be the first to know when he asks me out,” Rosie moves, straddling your lap. “But for now, I want to do things with you,” She grounds her hips down, showing you exactly what she wants to do.

“Yeah?” Your cock starts to awaken, hardening as your hands grip her thighs. “Like what?”

“Ride you,” Rosie brings her lips to yours, murmuring, “I’m not sore anymore.”

You groan, mind clouded with her body bouncing on your cock—a very imminent reality as she pulls her top over her head, leaving her completely nude from the waist up.

“Go ahead, Chaeng,” You whisper against her lips, letting her take control of the night.

And you know you’ll be absolutely fucked out by the end of it.

Your hand contacts the flesh of her thigh, a loud smack rings through your room.

“Fuck baby,” Rosie moans loudly, rolling her hips back, trying to get your cock where she needs you most.

“Do you deserve it?” You bend forward, kissing her neck sweetly.

“Yes,” She pants, nodding obediently, squirming in your grip as she continues her movement, brushing your cock in between her lower lips.

Another loud smack echoes as Rosie nearly screams when you aim your cock at her opening, entering her in one swift thrust.

“Good girl,” You whisper, leaning back before watching your cock pull out just enough where your tip stays within her warmth.

“Please,” Rosie turns her head around, biting her lip, nodding that she’s more than okay. You feel her walls contract on your tip, a groan falling from your lips before you thrust back in.

You start off slow, wanting to savor this because whether Rosie knows it or not, this is the last time for this to happen.

Another month has gone by and Soohyun still hasn’t asked her out. Everyone knows they’re an item, but it hasn’t happened—yet.

Though everyone—besides her friends—doesn’t know that you fuck her every time after their dates.

The universe still never works in your favor, so you just happened to be in line to get coffee behind Soohyun and one of his friends before you had class. They spoke loud enough for you to hear his friend ask Soohyun when he was going to ask Rosie to be his girlfriend officially. Curiosity got the best of you, and when Soohyun said tomorrow after dinner, you knew you had to see her tonight.

It wasn’t out of the routine for you to see Rosie after school, but it was out of the routine for you to ask. You hardly initiated it because you didn’t want to assume, but the few times you did, it was because of your parents’ pressuring you to join them on an overseas trip to Japan to meet with the Nakamuras. You were overly stressed out and Rosie conditioned you to go to her to release any frustrations you had.

Was she surprised when you walked up to her in front of her roommates? No, because you were friends with them too. Was she surprised when you asked if she wanted to come over tonight? You weren’t sure, but you saw her head tilt, questioning before answering sure. You ignored the smirks that formed on their faces.

Rosie knew something was up the moment you pushed her against the front door as soon as it shut, dragging your lips across her neck.

“Everything okay?” Rosie asked in between breaths, letting out a squeak when you grabbed one of her legs, wrapping it around your waist.

“Yeah,” You answered, ignoring your thoughts as you grounded your hips over hers.

She didn’t ask anything else, moaning softly as you sucked on her collarbone, lifting her other leg to carry her to your room.

Rosie’s inner walls tighten along your cock on every pull out, and she moans, chest heaving as she takes your cock. Her body quivers in your hands as you saw yourself in and out, in and out.

“Baby,” The pet name falls from her lips. She only calls you it when your balls deep in her, and it spurs you on every single time. “You feel so good.”

“You’re a good girl,” You murmured, pressing your chest against her back. You stop your movements, leaving your length fully sheathed inside, “Show me what good girls do.”

Rosie lets out a small whine, squirming as she moves her body along your cock. Her hips gyrating on yours has you seeing stars, moaning in her ear. Her pussy tightens, rubbing itself over and over, and you scoff, knowing she found the special spot inside of her.

One hand slaps her ass, and she stops.

You’ve learned a lot about Rosie this past month. She may mouth off at you a lot in public, but behind closed doors, she’s obedient as ever, tapping into a side of you you hadn’t been since Nayeon. You both soon realized, after a particularly long night together, that it was something you both enjoyed with each other. Whenever she was particularly bratty, especially with her friends there, it would rile you up a lot.

“Good girls don’t cum first,” You say flatly. “Guess we stop now.” You slowly pull out before her hand reaches for yours, stopping your exit.

“No no no,” Rosie whines, vigorously shaking her head. “I’m sorry, you just feel too good.”

“Selfish,” You click your tongue, shaking your head.

“Baby please,” Rosie begs. She squeezes her inner walls on what’s remaining inside her, a dangerous trick she learned quickly, that has you groaning, slipping your length back inside. “Oh shit,” She moans at being filled.

“Fuck fine,” You relent, but you had other plans for her. You stand upright. You reach for her long blonde hair, tugging with enough force to pull her back against your chest. “But I’m fucking your pussy. This,” You snap your hips against hers, “Is mine. Right?”

Eyes widening, Rosie nods enthusiastically, “Yes baby yes.”

“Mine?” You snap your hips again, watching her breasts bounce.

“Yes,” She moans.

“Say it.”

Her hand turns your head towards her, bringing you in for a lustful kiss, tongues dancing as she moans, yours, into your mouth.

You suddenly drop the grip on her hair, her body falling onto the bed, taking you with her. You fall on top of her prone form and start hammering into her pussy.

You hope her screaming doesn’t get you a noise complaint, but if it does, you don’t give a flying fuck. Especially with the pressure her pussy is, squeezing your cock for all you have.

“Fuck you’re so good,” Rosie bites into her lip, eyes rolling back as she grips the sheets, crumpling in her hand. “So fucking good,” She repeats in between moans.

“You’re being good for me,” Her pussy tightens at the praise. “Keep being good for me.”

Your hands grip her ass, drilling your cock into her, and something snaps inside of you when she screams.

“Fuck this pussy’s mine,” You groan against her tangled hair.

“Yours, yours, yours—oh fuck,” Rosie chants, eyes shooting open as her orgasm surprises you both.

You feel your cock get pushed out as Rosie begins to squirt against your body, and she fucking gushes.

You’ve never made a girl squirt before, and Rosie has never had such a bodily reaction. You feel a streak of possessiveness rolls through your body. You shove your cock through her wetness, and you feel another rush of liquid as you wildly thrust in and out of her body.

“Fuck Chaeng,” You moan, your mind screaming mine mine, as your orgasm hits, shooting your load deep inside her. It must’ve triggered another orgasm because her pussy tightens again, knocking the air from your lungs, as your hips stutter erratically.

“Jesus fuck,” Rosie pants from underneath you, her body still quivering from her orgasm. Your chest heaves, hands slipping underneath her waist to hold her tightly. “That was…I don’t even know.”

“Yeah,” You grunt, kissing her hair before gently pulling your cock out. You don’t know either because you’ve taken Rosie roughly before, but never like this. She lets out a quiet moan, sighing, as you glance down to the mess between you. Quite a mess indeed.

Your body collapses next to Rosie as exhaustion takes over, but she quickly snuggles into you, wrapping an arm over your back.

“Are you okay?” Rosie mumbles into your ear, chin resting on your shoulder.

“Are you?” You turn your head to face her. The guilt washing in after you realize how hard you were on her.

“Well I know for a fact I’ll be sore tomorrow, but I’m great,” Rosie kisses your skin, mumbling out, “But seriously, are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You ask quietly.

Rosie stares at you, peeking her head over to search for an answer you’re scared she’ll find. She looks beautiful, and you’d love to tell her, but with the way she’s looking at you, something else might slip out.

“You called me mine,” Rosie says softly, bringing her fingers to comb through your hair.

“Sorry,” You bury your face into your pillow, embarrassed. “Heat of the moment,” You lie, knowing damn well it wasn’t.

“Don’t be shy,” Rosie scratches your head. “It was cute,” Giggling softly before adding, “Being yours sounds nice.”

You’re at a bar with a few of your friends—Jennie and Lisa included. It’s a normal night out with your friends to celebrate making it another week. You couldn’t really enjoy it like you normally would because you’ve been checking your phone every couple minutes, waiting for a message you know is coming your way.

“Oppa, pay attention to us,” Lisa whines next to you as Jennie chuckles on her lap.

“If you want to have a threesome, just ask,” That comment earns you a hard smack on the arm from Jennie, huffing in her now-girlfriend’s lap.

“Oh fuck off,” Jennie spits out, muttering to Lisa about how much of an asshole you are and why she ever slept with you.

You check your phone for any notifications and your heart drops when you see one from Rosie. You casually glance to make sure neither of the girls are peering over your shoulder, while you hear them talking to Ryujin on their other side.

You take a breath, tapping the screen to read the message.

Soohyun asked me to be his girlfriend.

You already knew it was coming, so why did it still hurt?

You lock your phone, shaking your head, as you try to process your emotions.

The time you’ve been spending with Rosie is over, and you couldn’t help but feel sad over it. It feels like when you and Nayeon broke up, but a thousand times worse. It’s not like you two were actually a couple, mere fuck buddies that spent hours together watching shows, eating out with, and a lot of other things in between.

But then why does it feel like it was more than a fuck?

You were aware that you were growing attached to Rosie, but you feigned it off that it was just because of how much you saw each other. She became part of your routine, that you couldn’t remember the time when she wasn’t.

Your attachment clearly was more because you developed feelings, actual feelings that weren’t revolving around lust. So yeah, you like Rosie, hell, you may even be in love with her at this point, but you lost your shot.

And there probably won’t ever be another.

You groan, slamming your hand on the table loud enough that it jolts the girls next to you.

“Oppa, what the fuck?” Jennie asks, concerned with your sudden outburst.

“I gotta go,” Your voice cracks, walking away before you break down completely.

“Wait!” Lisa yells after you, spurring you to move quicker through the crowd.

You turn your head before you exit, but you can’t pinpoint their face in the sea of people. You let out a sigh of relief, knowing you lost them, before the thought of Rosie seeps back into your mind.

You need something—anything—to get your thoughts and feelings off of her. An idea quickly comes to you, one that you regret having, but it’s your only option.

You pull your phone out, scrolling through your contact list before hitting call.

The line rings once before a concerned voice answers.

“Book me a flight to Osaka.”

It’s been two weeks since you received a message that shattered you.

It’s also been two weeks since you left for Osaka abruptly, deciding to join your parents to meet with the Nakamuras for another business formality.

Your parents were surprised that you wanted to join, especially since the last discussion you had with your father had your mother having to step in between before either of you slammed the other into the wall. Your father was excited the moment you showed up at your childhood home straight after the club while your mother looked concerned. She asked if everything was alright, but you brushed her off, not wanting to get into it with her.

Regardless, they were still happy you joined them. Your father more so as he made the off comment that it would be good to spend some time with Kazuha.

Which you did, and with Satoshi.

You gave Kazuha the heads up that you’d be arriving with your parents. She was another person surprised, but she welcomed you nonetheless. You also met her boyfriend, who you quickly became close to, much to Kazuha’s dismay. She’d tell anyone that she was the third wheel by how much you and Satoshi spoke.

It was only meant to be a weeklong trip, but Kazuha and Satoshi invited you to stay for their school break, to visit Tokyo and Hiroshima. You jumped at the opportunity. Anything that kept you away from seeing Rosie and Soohyun holding hands on campus was what you wanted.

Satoshi brought his younger sister along too, Kasumi. You thought she was a bit of a hothead, but she was pretty and you were in another country trying to get over someone.

When it came down to actually hooking up, you couldn’t. Your body physically shut down from anything you two alluded to. Making out had no effect on you. Her rubbing her hand over your crotch felt nice, but not enough for you to get hard. You felt bad, but you explained that you just couldn’t because you weren’t in the right headspace for it. You were so caught up in your feelings with Rosie that you couldn’t perform, no matter how much Kasumi was interested.

She understood, chuckling because she figured there was someone else, but she thought you were cute so she wanted to at least try. There weren’t any hard feelings, leaving Japan with two great friends. And Kazuha too, you guess.

You hear your mother call your name out from across the aisle, motioning for you to sit next to her as the plane starts its descent.

“How are you doing?” Your mother asks once you buckle your seatbelt.

“I’m fine,” An automated response whenever either of your parents ask, but the difference between them is that your mother has a tendency to prod.

“How was Tokyo?”

“It was fun. Kazuha and Satoshi took me around,” You answer vaguely, knowing that if you shared actual details about what you did, she would have a heart attack.

“That’s great,” Your mother nods, smiling. “How’s Chaeyoung?”

You freeze. You knew your mothers spoke often, but she had rarely ever asked you about her.

“I saw Alice a few weeks ago as I was coming home. She mentioned you and Chaeyoung had been spending some time together,” Your mother continues, noticing your sudden apprehension.

Oh.

That’s news to you because you didn’t think Rosie mentioned you to Alice of all people. The siblings were close, like really close, so if she talked about you, it probably meant something. But you were trying to get over her, and thinking about what it could mean would drive you crazy.

“Oh, uh, Rosie’s doing well. I think she’s going abroad for her internship this summer, she just has to decide where she wants to go,” You say. Rosie had been bouncing ideas off you since she heard back. You were there when she received a couple emails, watching her shock and excitement paint her face. She nearly ripped your clothes off when she got accepted into the one she really wanted.

“Fashion right? Chaeyoung always had an eye for that,” Your mother answers pensively.

You’re inclined to say something else, but another question is thrown your way before you could.

“Are you two dating?”

“Mother,” You roll your eyes.

“That’s not a no,” She quips, chuckling at your expense. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me. You’ve always been fond of her ever since you were kids. We, her mother and I, have talked about it before.”

“What’re you even talking about?” You sigh, shaking your head. This conversation has taken a turn for the worse. You thought your mother wanted you to marry Kazuha, but apparently, she has been talking to Rosie’s mother about you two for years.

“You don’t remember? You used to come home frustrated with Rosie, whining and grumbling about why she wouldn’t talk to you,” Her words unlock a box you kept hidden away. “It wasn’t until you hit high school where you pretty much gave up trying to be her friend. Even at that point, Rosie would talk to you, or maybe more antagonize you is a better description. You were beaming after those weekly dinners with the Parks.”

You didn’t comment as thoughts and feelings rushed to the surface.

“Regardless, we thought you two would date at some point,” Your mother shrugged as if what she just said had no impact on you.

Your mother doesn’t say anything else, opening one of her latest novels, signaling that the conversation is over.

It really didn’t matter how you felt before, but then why does it feel like it’s making it a hundred times harder to get over her?

You drop your duffel bag on the floor, kicking the door shut, as you’re finally home after two weeks. You plop your body on the couch, yawning from the flight. You have to go to campus tomorrow, which you weren’t entirely excited about. The chances of you seeing her were high, but you didn’t know what she was going to do.

You’ve been avoiding all messages she sent you, which were a lot. She called you too, leaving a few voicemails that you couldn’t bring yourself to listen to. Kazuha caught you staring at your phone one night and made you promise not to open any messages that could derail your trip. It didn’t help Satoshi agreed, saying that it would be like a reset.

You decide that now was the time to check them.

Where are you?

Can you answer the phone?

I’m coming over.

I’m outside, can you open the door?

Fuck it, I know your code.

Where the hell are you?

Did you go to Osaka?

All those messages were from the day after Soohyun asked her to be his girlfriend. You saw she texted you everyday for a week asking if you could call her, but her last message broke you.

I can only assume you went to Osaka. I hope everything’s okay.

It takes everything in you to not reply now. If you do, you’d just be an asshole to her for no contact for two weeks. You’re an asshole either way, but it would rub salt in the wound.

You check your other messages and see a few from Jennie, who rightfully curses you out for being a dick and to just respond so Rosie knows you're alive. Lisa sent one too, asking you where you are, but no threats. Jisoo’s message made you chuckle, a simple reply to her or else, was clear enough.

You sigh, locking your phone and tossing it on the coffee table.

You’ll deal with everything tomorrow.

The first person that approaches you on campus is Jennie. She shoves you, letting her when you know you could overpower her.

“You’re a fucking ass,” Jennie pushes you again, enough force to lose your balance.

“What did I do?” You stupidly ask, avoiding her piercing gaze.

“You know what the hell you did, you better fucking talk to her,” Jennie says firmly, poking your shoulder.

“If I see her,” You mumble, rubbing the spot.

“You better,” You wait for her to say more, but the sound of her walking away brings your gaze to her retreating figure.

Sighing as this isn’t how you want to start your day, you decide to be early for class.

The universe doesn’t even want you to be early because Nayeon stops you along the way.

“Hey I need a favor,” Nayeon asks, standing in front of you.

“What?” You didn’t mean to sound irritated, but blame Jennie.

“Can you do this photoshoot for Mina and Sana? Their original photographer flaked, and they’re out of options,” Nayeon explains and you know she’s telling the truth.

“Why me?”

“I suggested you. I remember you taking photographs,” Nayeon smiles softly. “It’s a project that’s worth half their grade and their professor wants quality pictures.”

“What class is it for?” You prod, adding, “I’ve never done a modeling kind of shoot.”

“Their visual concepts class, I think. I don’t know. All I know is that they texted the group chat, stressing out,” Nayeon explains, shrugging since she was a film major.

“Fine,” Nayeon claps happily, “Are you going to be there?” You had to ask, needing the time to mentally prepare yourself to spend, most likely, the whole day with her.

“What? No,” Nayeon shakes her head. “I’ll be in Busan this weekend. Why did you want to hang out with me?” She wiggles her eyebrows.

“Absolutely not,” You say firmly and her shoulders drop.

“Fine whatever,” Nayeon huffs, hiking her bag on her shoulder. “Anyways, I’ll text you the details about it later. It’s tomorrow. I don’t think you need to bring anything, but bring your camera stuff just in case.”

You nod, thinking about your schedule for tomorrow, which thankfully nothing was planned.

“Oh,” Nayeon turns her head, adding one last detail before walking away, “Chaeyoung will be there too. She’s styling them.”

Nayeon doesn’t wait for you to reply, leaving you speechless and even more irritated.

Fucker.

“Let’s take a break,” You announce after checking the shots you just took, satisfied with the outcome. “Fifteen?”

“Oh thank god,” Sana sinks to the ground as Mina chuckles next to her. “If we weren’t desperate, I wouldn’t have said yes.”

“Be thankful I care about this, or your project would be shit,” You answer, flicking through the pictures and thinking of how to change the lighting.

“Thanks again for doing this, oppa,” Mina squeezes your arm before walking off to sit with Momo.

You grumble a reply, turning without even thinking, and you accidentally bump into someone.

“Shit sorry,” You look up to see Rosie five seconds away from losing the grip on the clothes she’s carrying. You immediately drop the camera against your chest, reaching for the items and taking it out of her hands.

“It’s fine,” Rosie grabs the clothes back without another word, walking towards Mina.

You sigh, shaking your head, trying not to lose focus on why you’re here.

When you arrived this morning at one of the parks at the Han River, most of the crew was already present, setting up. You greeted everyone before seeing Rosie with Dahyun, discussing the outfits and concepts.

“Hey good morning,” You greeted softly as you stood in front of them.

Dahyun gave you a bright smile while Rosie forced hers, the smile not quite reaching her eyes.

“Morning oppa!” Dahyun was as cheerful as ever at eight in the morning on a Saturday. “You could use the school’s equipment if you want,” She nods towards the table with the camera and lenses, “But feel free to use yours, whichever you feel comfortable with.”

Another woman walked up to Dahyun, asking her to come with her to make sure they were correctly set up. Dahyun excused herself, leaving you alone with Rosie.

“Chaeng—”

“Now you want to talk?” Rosie’s words cut sharply. “I don’t have anything to say to you right now, can we just get through today?”

“Okay,” Was all you could say, nodding. You knew she had a lot to say, but neither of you could exactly hash it out with all these people around.

“Okay,” Rosie nodded, grabbing whatever was near her, and walked away.

Once Sana and Mina arrived, you quickly switched gears. You pushed whatever thoughts and feelings you had for Rosie aside, and went straight into work mode.

You had zero experience taking photographs like this. Sure you’ve taken photos of your friends, and Nayeon would force you to take pictures of her whenever you went out. The last person you took a photo of was Rosie when you walked through the streets of Myeongdong a few weeks back.

That was about as close as you got to taking pictures of people, but working like this was exhilarating.

You and Rosie worked well together too. It made you a lot more comfortable with directing with how seamlessly it went. You asked her opinion on what lighting should be used and she gave feedback that had the shots coming out great. Other than suggestions, your conversations had been minimal.

“You know,” Sana joins you in the empty seat next to you as you sift through the photos on the laptop, “You’re an asshole right?”

“Okay what the fuck,” You break your attention away from the screen to a smirk on Sana’s face.

“Chaeyoung-ah talks to us, and she sort of filled us in about this guy, who wasn’t Soohyun, that she had been seeing,” Sana sinks into the chair, glancing at the picture of her and Mina on the screen. “It wasn’t really hard to put two and two together about who she was referring to, and Nayeon confirmed something was going on between you.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” You brush the woman off, rolling your eyes as you delete one of the blurry shots.

“Sure you don’t,” Sana chuckles, “But regardless of whatever was going on between you two, you should know—if you don’t already—Rosie didn’t say yes to Soohyun when he asked her out.”

You don’t let her words faze you as you continue to delete shots you don’t deem worthy.

“One could only wonder right?” Sana goes on, oblivious to your inner turmoil. “Soohyun’s a good-looking guy, nice enough, and spent a fair amount of time courting her, just for him to be rejected.”

“What are you getting at Sana?” You stop what you were doing, turning to face her.

“Just wanted to figure out why Rosie said no,” Sana shrugs as Dahyun passes by, informing her that it’s time for the next outfit change. “Anyways, Rosie wouldn’t say, but it’s obvious why.”

“And why is that?” You take the bait, preparing yourself for whatever’s going to come out of Sana’s mouth next.

“Because of you,” Sana stands, letting out a small yawn. “Anyways, let’s get this over with. I’m ready to drink. Don’t be a dick.”

You aren’t sure if Sana was referring to herself or to Rosie, and you couldn’t ask since she left to go change into the next outfit.

The rest of the photo shoot goes without a hitch. You tried your best to not let the conversation with Sana bleed into your work, and you hoped no one noticed. It was slightly harder than it was already to work with Rosie, but you maintained some sense of professionalism.

There was a minor issue with the zipper breaking on Sana’s dress, but Rosie was quick to fix the problem by throwing a blazer over her. Other than that, everything went well. You thanked everyone for their help today, realizing it was a long day, which everyone was happy to hit the bar once everything was packed up.

You offered to edit the pictures for them, since you didn’t exactly want to go out. Mina said you didn’t have to, but you were adamant about it. Sana shrugged, indifferent if you joined or not.

You see Rosie talking to Momo and swallow your pride as you make your way to them.

“Come on Chaeng,” You catch Momo say as you get closer. “It’ll be fun!”

“I don’t think so Momo,” Rosie shakes her head. “I just want to stay in tonight.”

“One drink?” Momo begs as you stand next to the women.

“Sorry Momo,” Rosie smiles, eyes falling on you before her smile slowly fades.

“Oppa, convince her to go,” Momo pouts.

“I’m with her on this one Momo,” She frowns, shaking her head, muttering something in Japanese that makes you laugh. “I understand, you know that right?”

Momo’s eyes widened, cheeks starting to turn red before walking away.

Once Momo’s a good distance away, you turn to Rosie, a sad smile forming on your face as she looks everywhere but at you.

“Can we talk?” You ask quietly.

“So talk,” Rosie crosses her arms.

“Like in private? Please.”

Rosie relents, sighing. “Let’s just finish with cleaning up and we can go for a walk okay?”

“Okay,” You nod, grateful that she’s giving you the time of day.

You have to be honest with her, and if she rejects you completely, at least you can say you tried.

—

Rosie shivers next to you, the chill of the sunset creeping in. You shrug your coat off, wrapping it around her shoulders.

“Thanks,” Rosie mumbles out as you continue walking along the river.

There are a few people out as well, mostly couples huddled together. It almost makes you want to wrap an arm around her to keep her warm. You won’t though because it’s awkward.

Rosie walks into the convenience store without saying anything, which you follow her into. She grabs an instant coffee before turning to you, asking if you wanted anything. You shake your head, even though the bottle of soju behind the glass screams your name.

When she goes to pay, you quickly swipe your card before she could say no. She scoffs, shaking her head, as she walks out. You follow her, keeping a small distance as you watch her take small sips with every step. She stops, leaning on the railing, and stares out to the river.

Naturally you join her, letting the background noise fill the silence.

After a few minutes, Rosie says, “You wanted to talk, so go ahead.”

“First off, I’m sorry,” You say quietly. You apologize for not replying, and most likely worrying her. You explain that going to Osaka was an impulsive choice, but that doesn’t excuse your behavior.

“Well why? Did I do something?” Rosie turns to face you, lip quivering. You notice her eyes suddenly glossy, and it pangs you to see her like this.

“No, no,” You shake your head firmly, closing your eyes as you choose your next words carefully. “When I got that text about Soohyun, I finally accepted something.”

“What?”

You slowly open your eyes, staring at her features, completely enamored by her. Like you always have been.

“I’m in love with you,” You admit for the first time out loud, and you’re happy it’s to her.

Rosie’s eyes widen, gaze looking away as her whole body shifts to face the water again.

“You’re an asshole, you know that right?” Rosie says quietly. “And an idiot.” She adds, huffing.

Not the response you were expecting, but before you could ask what she means, she tells you anyway.

“I’ve spent mostly every day with you for the past month, then we have a really intense night of sex where you fucking claimed me,” You wince at her words, “Then you just leave for two weeks without any contact to come back and say you’re in love with me because of a text of someone asking me out?”

“Well when you put—”

“I’m not finished,” Rosie huffs, facing you once again. “I’m in love with you, too dumbass. After that last night, I realized that as much as you piss me off, as much as you’re so fucking stubborn, that the idea of being yours felt real. I couldn’t say yes to Soohyun when I unknowingly said yes to you.”

“You want to be with me?” You stare at her, dumbfounded.

“If that wasn’t clear enough, yes,” Rosie rolls her eyes. “We’ve basically already been dating, so if you’d just stop running away after and just talk to—whoa,” She gasps when your arm snakes around her waist, pulling her into you, tilting her head up.

“Say it,” You ghost your lips against hers, moving as she misses.

“See, stubborn,” There’s a sharp inhale when you kiss her sweetly.

“Say it,” You mumble, dipping your tongue in as she lets out a moan.

“Yours,” Rosie wraps her arms around your neck, melting into you as the kiss deepens.

“I love you,” You detach your lips, resting your forehead against hers.

“I love you too,” Tracing her fingers along your neck, “Even though you’ve been a jerk these past two weeks. How are you going to make it up to me?”

“I can think of a few ways.”

Rosie slams the door behind you, wincing at the frames rattling against the wall. She kicks her shoes off aggressively, barely sparing you a glance as she walks to your room. That door also slams.

She’s pissed.

Maybe it was your fault. Okay so it was your fault, but you didn’t mean for it to happen.

You met up with a few of your friends to celebrate the end of exams and the school year. It was also a small farewell to you and Rosie as you were going to Paris together for the summer. Rosie took the internship at YSL and she was able to get you one too after she sneakily sent over the portfolio from the project.

Your parents didn’t mind, figuring it would be good for you to take this time before you graduate into the real world. They were supportive that if you decided to do it for real, they’d be more than okay with it. That surprised you, but you couldn’t complain. Though the teasing from your mother was enough.

You were at the bar, waiting to get your order when Ryujin sat in your lap. You couldn’t do anything as her weight pressed you down.

“What the hell Ryujin?” You try to get her off you.

“Oppa, come on. When are you going to ditch Chaeyoung and get back to bed with me?” Ryujin grounds her hips over your crotch, stealing a moan from you as the movement catches you off guard.

“I’m not going to,” You grit out as she repeats the movement.

“What the fuck?” You hear Rosie’s voice behind you, gathering the strength to push the woman off your lap.

“I can explain!” You turn to face her, hands up.

“Come on Chaeyoung, share him,” Ryujin trails a finger up your chest. “I miss him.”

“Oh you fucking—” You step out of Ryujin’s hold, lungeing for your girlfriend before she mauls the other woman.

“Let’s go,” You nearly carry Rosie out as she squirms against your hold. A few people stare as you walk by, but she was about five seconds away from causing a bigger scene, that you couldn’t care less.

Once you got outside, Rosie ripped into you. She called you every name in the book for doing that. When you explained that you were pushing her off, she called you an idiot for even allowing it. You had no response, knowing it was a lost cause.

Officially dating Rosie for the past few months, you learned a lot, especially the type of girlfriend she was. She’s more affectionate, tender, soft when it’s just you or with her closest friends. She does a lot for you without even realizing you need help. She acts indifferent to the public about things, but tells you how she feels and what she thinks in private. She shows you in more ways than one just how much she loves you.

But she’s still the same too.

She still argues with you over anything and everything. She mouths off whenever she doesn’t get her way (you give in anyways). She relentlessly teases you any chance she gets.

She’s also very possessive of you. She hates when any girls glance your way. She especially despises any of your past flings (except Jennie) as they boldly ask you to hook up with her right there. She can’t stand it when you say she’s jealous because she’s not. But her use of mine is repeated multiple times as she fucks you to remind you who you belonged to, like you could forget.

She’s still the biggest pain in your ass, but you love her anyway.

You open your room door, surprised to see Rosie already changed for bed. She’s adorable dressed in your clothes, the size just a tad too big on her body. You quietly close the door, ignoring her movements as you grab clothes from the dresser.

When you join her in bed, sliding under the covers, you lay on your side, staring at her scroll through her phone.

“Chaeng,” You pout as she continues scrolling. “Come on, you know I didn’t do anything.”

“Why’d you let her sit on your lap then?” Rosie says sarcastically.

“I didn’t. She just sat there,” You reason, rolling your eyes at her pettiness.

“Cause you just keep your lap available for anyone to sit on?”

“Jesus christ, you know I don’t. You’re acting like a brat,” You huff, rolling onto your back.

“I’m acting like a brat?” Rosie raises her voice, her phone tossed on the nightstand. She hovers over you, eyes narrowing, “I’m not the one letting girls openly sit on my lap when I’m clearly in a relationship.”

“Believe me, everyone knows that I am,” You glare, deciding right then and there you’re going to taunt her. “Not my fault my dick’s just that good they miss me.”

“You’re fucking unbelievable,” Rosie scoffs, “It’s not even that good.”

“What do you have to compare it to? You’ve only slept with me and clearly aren’t going after anyone else’s dick,” It’s a low blow, but she’s starting to piss you off.

In a flurry of movements, Rosie swings her leg over you, cupping your chin rather aggressively before whispering, “Did you want me to? I’m sure there’s still a line of guys dying to get inside of me.”

Your temper flares, hands gripping her waist before flipping her over.

Now if Rosie’s possessive of you, naturally you’re possessive of her. Probably worse.

You find your hands underneath your shirt, and she shivers at your touch.

“Is that a no?” Rosie moans when you pinch her nipples.

You remove your hands, reaching for the hem of your shirt before throwing it somewhere off to the side. You rip the shirt off her body before slotting yourself in between her legs, pressing most of your weight on top of her.

“I guess I have to ask,” You start peppering her jaw with kisses, “Do you want to be disappointed?”

Rosie moans as you gently suck on her sweet spot, smirking against her skin as her hips roll against your crotch. Your cock twitches, but you don’t let your control slip that easily.

“How-how would I be disappointed?” Rosie tilts her head back, granting you more access as you continue leaving marks along her neck.

“You’d be comparing them to me,” You thrust against her, just so she could feel what she’s doing to you.

“Doubtful,” Rosie’s hand slips underneath your waistband, taking hold of your cock as she strokes you.

“I know you would,” You whisper against her ear, “You wouldn’t cum, I know that for sure.”

“What makes you so confident?” Her grip tightens, a groan falling from your lips.

“Maybe cause you’re mine,” You nip at her ear, grounding your hips against hers. Her legs wrap around your waist, an all too familiar move that has you rutting into her, mimicking exactly what you were going to do to her.

“Yours?”

“Mine,” You tear the shirt over her head, whimpering at her hand leaving you. You tug her shorts down to see her bare pussy, wet and glistening under the low light of your room. You salivate, but tuck those thoughts away for later because you need to get inside her more than anything right now.

“Better remind me,” Rosie sighs, breath stuttering, as she stares at the obvious bulge in between her legs. “I could probably walk outside and someone would wanna fuck me.”

Your control snaps, shoving your sweats to free your cock. You miss the gasp falling from her lips, but you hone in as you aim your cock at her entrance.

“Absolutely not,” You snap your hips forward, giving her no time to adjust to the ruthless pace you set on her body. “Only I could do this.”

You spread her legs wider, watching her eyes roll back. Her hips meet every thrust, taking you just like she knows how to. Her long drawn out moans quickly turn into high pitched screams that ring in your ears.

“Baby,” Rosie brings one hand in between her legs, furiously rubbing her clit as her walls clamp onto your length. “You fuck me so—fuck.”

Your earlier irritation bleeds away, suddenly feeling the need to make sure Rosie doesn’t forget exactly who makes her feel this good.

You fill her to the hilt, groaning into the crook of her neck as her pussy contracts around your cock.

“Baby,” Rosie pants, chest heaving against yours as she tries to move. Your hips have her pinned against the bed, so it’s futile as she writhes underneath you. “Don’t stop, please.” She breathes out, her hand still moving in between you, creating a delicious friction.

You want her to beg, but with the way she’s squeezing your cock like her life depended on it has you giving in

“Tell me.”

“Yours-please, please,” Rosie shakes her head, the pressure in between her legs growing.

“Mine?” You draw your hips back, leaving the head of your cock in.

“Fuck, yours,” Rosie screams when you slam into her body, hooking her legs over your shoulders as you resume fucking her with everything you’ve got.

You’re usually not this rough, but a more primal, baser, need takes over. She yelled at you for something that was completely out of your control. Could you have handled it differently? Sure, but she could have handled it differently too.

You’ve spent enough time with Rosie to know she acts like this to rile you up. You honestly have no problem putting her in her place, especially if it’s in between her legs.

Rosie’s orgasm rips through her body, back arching suddenly as her hands hold you close. Her nails dig into your skin, nails scratching down your back, which you know will leave marks.

“Again,” You command, fucking her thoroughly as her pussy spasms around your cock.

Rosie’s mouth opens, but no sound comes out as her lips form a perfect ‘O’ before a gush of wetness drenches you.

You pull out quickly, deciding that she doesn’t get to feel you cum inside her—at least right now. It takes you no more than four pumps of your cock before you explode over her body. You aim in between her lower lips, making a bigger mess of her as your mind shuts off.

You’re both gasping for air, but your eyes fixate on the rise and fall of Rosie’s chest. Moving on impulse alone, you lower yourself, peppering her chest with your lips. One hand lazily drapes over your neck, scratching softly as quiet moans leave her body.

“Okay,” Rosie mumbles after a couple minutes, gently tugging you off. “You made your point. I don’t want anyone else to fuck me.”

“Good,” You roll off of her, but quickly pull her body into yours.

“No one else can fuck you either,” Rosie musters out as threatening as possible. It falls short because she’s still trying to catch her breath, exhausted.

“I know,” You kiss her temple. “Only want you anyways.”

“Good,” She snuggles into your side, slotting a leg in between yours.

You offer to clean up, but she pulls you tighter, telling you five more minutes. You chuckle, knowing her body well enough that she’s going to pass out.

“Love you,” You murmur, lips on her skin again because you couldn’t get enough of her.

“I love you,” Rosie sighs dreamily.

You hear light snores after a minute, eyes rolling fondly. You sink into the embrace, closing your eyes as well.

You’ll clean later, content with the woman in your arms, who will—if you had to bet—want to go again.

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Undeniably Darling

“Come on, Henry, it’s the biggest party of the year.”

“Yeah, and everyone who has bullied me, tormented me and made my life hell will be there. I love you, Sis, but why the hell would I ever go to Jordyn Spencer’s After-Homecoming Orgy.”

“It’s not an orgy.”

“Whatever, why would I go? So Matt and his cronies can belittle me for being the eternally fat kid, or maybe have the lacrosse team strip me naked and run me through the street like they did last year during Homecoming.”

“Henry, we’re Seniors now, and you’ve lost a lot of the weight.”

“It doesn’t matter, Bailey. Unless you’re a size zero like Jordyn and her bevy of bitches, you’ll always be too fat.”

“I’m not going because of Jordyn, Matt, or any of those people. It's the biggest party of the year, and Jordyn’s parents are in Europe, so it’s going to be off the chain.”

“Why do you need me?”

“I need a wingman. Someone to make sure I don’t do anything stupid.”

“Does this have anything to do with Seth and Tabitha being on the outs again? Are you still pining for him?”

“No.”

“Liar. You want a shot at Seth McKellen.”

“Fine, I want a shot at Seth. Please, Henry, I have a solution for your apprehension.”

“Rum and coke?”

“Nope, Elixir.”

“Elixir? What is a female aphrodisiac going to do? It will work on you better.”

“Not if you overdose on it.”

“Seriously? You want me to OD on a slut drug and turn into a girl to be your ‘wingman’ at the Spencer’s Post-Game bacchanal.”

“Yeah. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Besides, the spontaneous gender transformation and persona manifestation—death?”

“No one’s died from it. Do this and I’ll put $1,500 towards that computer you’re building.”

Henry thought about it and looked at his sister. The pleading look in her eyes was too much, and he caved to her, like he always did when she had that look.

“$2,000. But don’t blame me if I turn into a raging bitch and a slut.”

“Done and I won’t. Wait here.”

“You already have it? God!”

Bailey came back a few minutes later with an ampule of pink liquid and her pink bathrobe. Henry looked at the bathrobe quizzically and arched an eyebrow.

“I’m not going to watch you change naked and we don’t know what you’ll look like so it’s best if you take off your clothes.”

“Fine.”

Henry took the bathrobe and went into the bathroom. He came back a few minutes later in just the bathrobe. He looked at his sister and rolled his eyes. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. He sat on the couch and looked at the small vial of transformative aphrodisiac. He’d heard the stories. Girls taking the pink concoction and turning into wild, bitchy sluts. Guys taking way too much of it and becoming worse. Bailey didn’t just want another girl to watch her back, she wanted a cast iron bitch to back her up. Henry took the vial and unstopped it.

“Mom and Dad find out about this, and we’re grounded until college. You know that, right? Well, bottoms up.”

Henry gagged on the sweetness as it slid down his throat. He was expecting a medicine taste. It was thick and sweet like honey, but mixed with something else Henry couldn’t identify. If someone mixed bubble gum and pussy into a flavor, it would probably be Elixir. The Elixir oozed through his system and spread like warm syrup. It was making his skin tingle, and he couldn’t help but giggle.

“It feels funny.”

“Whoa, your voice.”

“What about it?”

Henry’s hand rubbed his throat. His voice sounded higher, on a level with Bailey’s, but with a hint of huskiness to it. His hand felt softer and the callus that had built on his thumb from years of gaming was gone. He pulled his hand away and looked at it. It looked delicate and feminine. He watched in fascination as his fingernails grew and shaped themselves into the perfect manicure. Henry giggled and moaned as the transformation continued.

Bailey watched her phone in her hand, ready to dial 9-11 if anything happened. At first, nothing happened. Then Henry giggled, and it sounded girly. She watched as Henry examined his hand and gasped as it changed to look like her own. Bailey stared in awe as Henry’s body and face adjusted under the influence of the drug. His angular facial features rounded and softened. His pencil-thin lips puffed up into a perfect pink pouty smile. His dishwater blonde hair got lighter as it got longer.

Bailey was expecting to see her younger brother shrink or something. She heard stories about things like that happening. Henry maintained his five-foot-eight height, but muscle and body fat were redistributing all over his body. The girth that made up Henry’s gut migrated in two directions, up and down. Bailey felt a little jealous as her brother’s breasts grew to immense proportions. His…her hips widened into salacious curves. She wasn’t small or dainty, as Bailey had expected with Elixir. She was voluptuous. Her body formed a perfect hourglass with hips and ass that could make any man drool. Her breasts were the kind that you wanted to bury your face into and be smothered to death in.

Bailey was about to ask if Henry was okay when the girl on her couch ripped her robe open and started to caress herself. Bailey was shocked and aroused as the girl’s hands massaged her huge breasts and moaned in erotic delight. The girl’s left hand moved between her legs and she gasped as her fingers found her naked slit. Bailey was frozen and getting wet as she watched the newly formed girl masturbate on the couch.

Henry felt his mind and will bend and meld until a new feminine persona moaned in his brain. Her body felt great. She was soft and smooth all over. Her skin sang under her hands as she massaged and rubbed her breasts. She felt her new sex moisten as she pinched a nipple. Her hands moved of their own accord as they moved down between her legs. The absence of a penis should have alarmed Henry, but his mind was evolving into this new person. This new person loved her pussy. She loved everything about it and being a girl. She thought about some of the boys that would be at the party tonight. She thought about their hands all over her, their lips kissing her, and their hard cocks penetrating her in the best possible ways. It took mere minutes before she was quivering and moaning in orgasmic release with two fingers rubbing feverish circles over her clit and a hand massaging her breast.

Bailey cleared her throat as the girl lay on the couch in post-orgasm bliss.

The girl open her deep blue eyes and smiled at Bailey, “sorry, sometimes a girl has to take care of a few needs first, right, Sis.”

“Yeah, I guess. Henry?”

“Silly, he’s not here anymore. I’m Hailey.”

“Hailey?”

The girl closed her robe and stood up from the couch, “Hailey and Bailey. Not very imaginative but it sounds like something Mom and Dad would’ve done. Now, let’s get me something to wear. We’ve got some stuff to do before the party.”

“Stuff?”

“Shopping. Sorry, Babe, but your bras aren’t going to fit me and the girls need support. I need a party outfit that goes with this rocking body.”

“Uh, yeah. What will you wear until then?”

“I can cannibalize one of Henry’s shirts and some of Mom’s shorts. Her ass should be okay to cover this booty.”

Hailey laughed as she gave her curvy ass a mild swat; Bailey couldn’t help but laugh with her. She was expecting to put up a fight with some raunchy bitch, but Hailey was all smiles and laughter. You couldn’t help but smile with her.

“Come on. I need my sister to help me with my hair and makeup first.”

“Yeah.”

Bailey’s head swirled in the vortex that was Hailey. Bailey always wanted a sister and here was the most infectiously perky and beautiful girl in the world asking for her big sister’s help. Bailey laughed as the two tackled the bedrooms and the bathroom like dust devil divas. After 30 minutes, and a thorough ransacking, Hailey dubbed them ready to shop for “The Party Outfit.”

The party was in full swing as Hailey and Bailey made their grand entrance. People nodded and smiled at Bailey, but they were mystified by the girl with her. No one had ever seen her at school, that was certain. A girl like that was noticed…by everyone. The air around her changed as she walked in smiling. People parted, and guys who were usually all swagger and toughness blushed like little boys when her eyes fell upon them.

Bailey had learned a few things during their shopping trip that still astonished her. Elixir was known for bringing out people’s inner bitch. Apparently, Henry didn’t have one. What it brought out was a person whose personality was utterly infectious and undeniable. She was sweet and made you feel good. You felt so good, you couldn’t deny her anything. Bailey saw it happen several times while they were shopping. All Hailey had to do was laugh or smile at a salesperson, and they fell over themselves to please her. She got her dress for half price even though it wasn’t on sale. The saleswoman just couldn’t say no to her. She did the same thing for her shoes and makeup. Her whole outfit should have cost thousands, with her Louboutin heels and Dolce & Gabbana dress, but it didn't. It was criminal how much Hailey got away with.

“Now, this has promise.”

“Really? Henry was so dead set against it.”

“Oh, Babe, Henry’s poor traumatized past made this his worst nightmare. Me on the other hand, this is my scene. Watch this.”

Hailey walked into the kitchen where Kyle Spencer (Jordyn’s big brother) was manning the keg. He looked every bit the alpha jackass in his letterman jacket and backwards baseball hat. He had graduated the year before Hailey and Bailey but still hung around the high school parties hoping to score. Bailey watched Hailey walk to Kyle and work her magic. It took seconds for Kyle to be grinning like an idiot and blushing as Hailey smiled and mildly flirted with him. Hailey handed her red cup of beer to Kyle and whispered something in his ear. He smiled like a dope and took off somewhere.

“What did you say to him?”

“That I’m not a big fan of beer. I’d love a glass of wine, though.”

“And he just sprinted to find you wine?”

“His Dad has a cellar below. He’s picking out something nice and vintage for me. I said I need something smooth and elegant.”

Kyle appeared moments later with a bottle of red wine. It looked old and very expensive. He rummaged through a drawer and found a corkscrew. He was almost manic in his attempt to please Hailey. Hailey smiled at him and laughed as he fumbled with the corkscrew. He finally opened the bottle and poured some wine into an empty cup. Hailey smiled as she took a slow sip of the wine.

“Delicious. Mind if my sister has a bit?”

“Sure.”

Poured Bailey a cup. He was looked at Hailey for approve and melted when she caressed his face and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. Bailey knew Kyle’s reputation—he was womanizing, chauvinistic, asshole. He all but melted in Hailey’s hands like butter under that one soft kiss.

“My sister and I are going to mingle. Stay here in case I need a refill, okay.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Bailey’s jaw hit the floor as they left Kyle in the kitchen serving beer and guarding Hailey’s wine bottle with his life. Hailey pulled Bailey along and sipped her wine. It was unreal. Hailey waded through the crowd like an angel and people swooned in her presence. Bailey followed her as she made a slow beeline to Seth and Tabitha who were in the middle of having one of their legendary fights.

Hailey stopped by the couple as the two started to get really heated. She watched for a moment and then cleared her throat. Seth and Tabitha paused and looked at Hailey. Bailey stood back a few steps wondering what her sister was up to. The last time someone got between Seth and Tabitha, Tabitha sent them to the nurse’s office.

“What do you want, Bitch?”

“Oh, I just wanted to talk to the two of you for a second, Tabby. I hope you don't mind?”

The whole party stopped as Hailey called Tabitha the one name she hated the most. Bailey grabbed Hailey’s arm and tried to pull her back. Hailey smiled at Bailey, gave her a wink, and pulled Seth and Tabitha closer to her. She began to talk to both of them in a hushed tone. After a few minutes, both Seth and Tabitha nodded and smiled at Hailey. Bailey swore she saw Tabitha blush for a minute, and Seth slowly nodded some sort of affirmation. The trio split, and Seth and Tabitha faded into the party.

"What did you say to them?"

"It's a surprise. I'm going to go refill my wine."

Hailey winked at me and floated to the kitchen, as a sea of admirers followed her with their eyes. Bailey was a little concerned when Hailey didn't reappear. About 30 minutes passed before she received a text from Henry's phone.

Come upstairs, last room at the end of the hall.

Bailey didn't know what to expect, so she bolted upstairs to the room at the end of the hall. From the look of it, it was the Master Bedroom. She swallowed the lump in my throat and opened the door. She was not ready for the scene laid out before me.

Matt (Jordyn's boyfriend) and Kyle Spencer were on one side of the king-sized bed, worshipping Hailey's naked body. Each guy had one of her sizable beasts in his hands as they lavished attention on them with their mouths. Hailey had a hand between her legs and was rubbing slow circles around her clit. On the other side of the bed were Seth and Tabitha, waiting. Hailey opened her eyes and looked at her sister. She patted the boys on their heads to get them to pause their suckling worship.

"You got my text, Babe. Seth and Tabitha have been waiting for you."

"Me?"

"Yes, I told Seth about your massive crush on him, and Tabitha has been wondering if her one-night stand with Olivia Munson was a fluke or if she really is a lesbian. I told them you wouldn't mind helping them explore a little and have some fun."

Bailey gulped as Seth and Tabitha got off the bed and walked towards her. They peeled off their clothes as they came to her. Seth was slowly getting hard, looking Bailey up and down; Tabitha licked her lips as she did the same. They took Bailey's hands and guided her back to the bed. They slowly undressed her as Seth ran his hands over her body and Tabitha kissed her neck. She heard Hailey moan as her boys went back to work with Matt's hand replacing Hailey's on her clit.

Hailey's undeniable aura spilled over everyone as things got more heated. Bailey found herself stroking Seth's hard cock as Tabitha began to suck on her nipples. Tabitha guided Bailey's other hand between her legs where Bailey found Tabitha's slit already wet. Bailey looked at Hailey who had Matt standing beside her on the bed so she could slowly suck his cock into her mouth. Kyle was kissing his way down her body until his face became nestled between her thighs.

Bailey looked at Tabitha and Seth, who looked at the trio to their left. Both smiled as Seth stood beside Bailey, and Tabitha inched her way down Bailey's body. Soon, Bailey had Seth's deliciously hard cock in her mouth as Tabitha slowly circled her clit with her pierced tongue.

Hailey and Bailey moaned in unison as they came together for the first time. Everything after that became a blur. Bailey remembered feeling Seth's cock slowly work into her post-orgasm pussy as Tabitha slowly lowered her pussy over Bailey's face. The last thing Baliey saw before her world became Tabitha's delicious wet pussy was Matt and Kyle trading places. Matt slowly slid into Hailey's pussy as Kyle mimicked the move with Hailey's mouth. After that, everything became an orgasm-induced blur.

Bailey woke up in her room. The sun was already up, and her bedside clock read 11:30 a.m. She bolted to Henry's room to find it empty, really empty. Stuff was missing. She heard a laugh downstairs that sounded too familiar. It couldn't be, could it? Bailey ran to the landing and saw Hailey sitting on the sofa with Henry's laptop between her legs.

"Hailey, what are you still doing here?"

"I guess the Elixir is going to last a little longer. It doesn't matter now."

"What? Why? Oh, shit! Mom and Dad, did they see you?"

"Oh, yeah. We had a lovely conversation over croissants and coffee this morning. I told them everything."

"Everything?"

"Well, I didn't tell them about our little bedroom antics, but the rest, yeah."

"And they were okay with it?"

"Daddy was a little upset at first, but he came around."

"Where are they now? And what happened to your room?"

"Oh, Mom is taking a lot of Henry's stuff to Goodwill."

"Why?"

"Because Daddy is out getting me more Elixir."

"What!?"

"Yeah, we decided I needed to stay. It's best for everyone."

Bailey wasn't sure about this or the power that Hailey seemed to possess to wrap everyone around her little finger. Part of last night dawned on Bailey.

"Wait! How did you get Matt and Kyle into that bedroom?"

"Oh, I had a lovely talk with Jordyn Spencer when I went and got my wine. She was yelling at her brother for opening their Daddy's prized 1874 Chateau Lafite Rothschild Bordeaux. I told her everything and that I needed to borrow Kyle and Matt for a bit."

"And she let you?"

"Obviously. By the way, get dressed. She's picking us up in 30 minutes for lunch and shopping."

"Lunch? Shopping?"

"Yeah, she wants to help me pick out all the hottest things. I hope you're still good for that $2,000 you promised Henry; it's going towards my new wardrobe. Now, get dressed."

"Yeah, okay, Sis."

Bailey couldn't help it, and apparently, no one else could either: Mom, Dad, Jordyn, Matt, Kyle, Seth, Tabitha...anyone. There is just something too undeniably darling about Hailey that made it impossible to deny her...anything.

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a-twistedheartslonging · 1 year ago

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also, but what would be their opinion on this kind of thing, you know, if they would like this way of showing affection or find it strange (most likely they would be greedy about it and the poor reader would have to remind them that they need to breathe)

I'm too lazy to do all the boys but...

I would think many would like how...gentle your way of affection feels. Your lips are warm and soft, they feel so nice against his own and when you gently brush them against the skin of his face.

For many of them, it turns into-

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but with much bigger creatures.

So, for face kisses...

Malleus is needy and isn't ashamed of it nor will he try to hide. You once joked that the scales on his forehead were to let you know where to smooch and he takes it very seriously and even moves his bangs out of his face when around you, expecting those soft human kisses.

As for mouth kisses, he has a similar issue that the eel twins do...accidentally choking you with his long-forked tongue. He really doesn't mean to, but it doesn't help that your mouth is smaller than his and it's so easy to gag you.

Leona is also needy and clingy, won't admit it, has his own way of demanding them, and loves to have you on his lap, claws lightly digging into your hips and you pepper his face with them. His kisses get sloppy and a bit wet, especially since he'll switch from making out to just licking your face suddenly. Jack has a similar habit.

Riddle is funnily more flustered about the kisses than he is about giving your face little grooming/affection licks and little bites. It just feels more intimate to put your mouths together like that.

Idia was kind of surprised that you wanted to be anywhere near his mouth giving the sharp teeth and mandibles. He knows people find bug features... unpleasant. Unlike the beasts that will lick and try grooming you with their mouths, he uses his mandibles to help you groom. Gently brushing them against your face and using them to mess with your hair. He sort of does it uncourteously when you're cuddling and close to his face and without thinking they help hold your face in place when kissing. Kisses are already intimate but if you place little kisses on his mandibles too. Oh, he's done for.

Jack well actually whines and gets huffy if you try keeping your lips sealed when he tries giving you one of his "kisses". Hey, he's trying to show you his love and respect here! And check on your health...and make sure you ate....and...

Wolves have a few reasons for doing it, really. Can't say he's not a fan of those human kisses though. He does everything to keep his face neutral, but his tail always gives him away when he leans down to your height to receive those sweet kisses.

Now that I think about it, you probably shouldn't wear flavored chapstick unless you're cool with one of them actually trying to lick it off. Especially the ones like Floyd...and no for the record neither he nor Jade would be sorry about gagging you with their tongues and there are admittedly times when they'll do it on purpose.

They think it's funny/amusing how your little mouth and throat can't handle them, and it admittedly gives them...more thoughts. You can try biting them during but with how they are it would probably be viewed as "playing" and not hurt them like you think it would.

#twisted wonderland #twst #ask #asks #nonhuman au #suggestive #twst idia #twst malleus #twst riddle #twst jack #twst leona #twst jade #twst floyd

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thattimdrakeguy · 1 year ago

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I HAVE BEEN READING ZDARSKY BATMAN, AND I HAVE DECLARED: I FREAKING LOVE IT!!

I'm reading the Batman Zdarsky run in reverse. That way if I see any bull I can back out at anytime: and to be honest--besides a few things. I really enjoy it

LIKE YO, THAT IS JUST STRAIGHT UP TIM DRAKE RIGHT THERE. It knows who he is as a character. his motives, it's great.

Screw the people complaining "oh why is tim still robin :((", THIS IS WHY HE IS STILL ROBIN. Because this is when he's at his BEST. When he gets to hit his character purpose, WHEN HE GETS TO BE HIM AT HIS MOST HIM. It's FANTASTIC.

Reading in reverse because I know I hated the first story, it was so contrived and ridiculous.

But this--this is some good shit.

Tim being an underdog fighter, having to use his wits to win the fight? MY DAWG, MY DUDE, MY GUYS, MY GALS, MY THEMS, MY THEYS, THIS IS SO TIMMY DRAKE. This is so damn Tim Drake, guys. Oh, my gosh, I am loving this so far.

Dick has his temper back? And trust me, he isn't normally like this. But he's hitting a limit AND IT'S SOMETHING NEW, NOT JUST A REFERENCE. HE'S ACTUALLY DOING SOMETHING HE'D DO, 'CAUSE HE'S AT HIS LIMIT. That's wonderful, man. That is so wonderful.

Plus Tim is the heart of the Bat-Family again? This feels like someone actually went back to read these characters before writing it. I'm not saying everything is perfect of course, but these high marks are exceeding all my expectations. And I STOPPED reading comics because of how the beginning of this run destroyed any hope I had.

You guys have no idea how much I'm enjoying the few issues I've read. Besides the cussing (I remember after a bit they decided Tim was someone who used funny words instead of proper cusses), this feels like the Tim I know and love during the era I especially loved him.

Tim comparing himself to his predecessors? Tim not being a natural? A WRITER REMEMBERING THAT?? It's been so long since I've seen that! Most writers treat him like he was another prodigy when he wasn't. AND THIS GUY REMEMBERED THAT!

I shouldn't be so happy at just seeing Tim do Tim things, and serving his character purpose. BUT YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG IT'S BEEN SINCE A WRITER KNEW WHAT TIM WAS SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE.

Only complaints I have is that Jason feels like a typical Bat-Family member, and not the sketchy outsider that he is. Making him so close makes his character more bland in my opinion. And Steph is--also generic af unless she's wacky quirky...which is a characterization I hate for her, because she started off so damn interesting, but they made her a freaking trope instead, which is such a disservice to her, but she barely does anything so far, so whatever I guess. Doesn't mean much.

This is the first honest thing I've seen that I hated.

Not this

This isn't the Bat-Family

This is a sitcom world the fandom wants to be the Bat-Family and some comply with

They're not a sitcom. The conflicts, and uniqueness of the characters is what makes things feel alive and well.

This stuff is cheap fanservice for the fanon demographic that doesn't buy comics to begin with.

Fanon doesn't belong in canon.

I mean sure Tim could be drawn smaller, the gag of him looking 12 when he's nearly 18 doesn't work when he's bigger than Damian who is 15 (and contrary to some bullshit comics isn't meant to be small. that was a random thing added for writers who aren't clever to write better humor. it actually contradicts things that were already established).

Don't see the big deal though for most of this.

Can't wait to find it, though. Oh boy.

This whole obsession with Zur Batman, is way over done though. So--I wouldn't be shocked if that was the problem, because my golly does that plot point not seem to be stopping--and it was there from the start and part of the reason why I didn't read it 'til now.

Good Tim tho, at least. So heehee, yey for that--I think--I guess.

Oh, well.

It let me peak at a pseudo-version of an AU I made up years ago. So that's pretty freaking cool.

Always a plus.

And redoing Red Robin story beats but better? Normally I'd hate references to Red Robin, 'cause that changed the perception of so many characters for the worst, but ayy, a bit of redemption isn't bad.

Man, just seeing simple stuff like Tim and Bruce being good ol' classic Batman and Robin warms my heart. It's been so long since Batman and Robin has acted like a proper classic Batman and Robin. It's dynamic that's been sorely missed by many.

OH, MY GOSH, WHY DID THE FIRST STORY HAVE TO STINK SO BAD. THIS STUFF IS GREAT.

Like, DUDE, this is such a Tim thing for him to do!!

And he's showing emotion?? He's crying like how he does?? Because he's not a typical Bat-Family member who just angsts his way through?? THEY'RE MAKING HIM STAND-OUT AGAIN BY MAKING HIM, HIM??

WHY DID THE FIRST STORY HAVE TO SUCK SO BAD?? THIS IS GOOD SHIT.

Like this part is why I originally stopped reading, not because Bruce should think Tim is his soldier, and not his son, THE FREAKING OPPOSITE.

But because the original story has Bruce acting weird when unneeded, just to say this was so unneeded, and adding in all these stupid corny Bat-Family moments was so groan worthy.

This run started off with a story that was a total turn off for me.

To end up being a run that could've kept me enjoying DC, rather than running away from it from as far as I have.

Chip Zdarsky started off awful, but really, he ended up great.

And I've seen people complain about his run, and TRUST ME, there's stuff to complain about. But I have only ever seen the stuff worth complaining about, or stuff I WOULD complain about.

WHEN MOST OF THE RUN IS GOOD

At least when Tim is around.

Go figure.

Maybe I should've paid sole attention to how he wrote Tim and nothing else at the very least for that first story.

'Cause even in the first story, Tim was well-written--it's how cheap the rest of the story telling was in that first story that turned me off--and the weird knew about the movie plans that I am still fully judging harshly. (Love the new Superman film suit, though)

#Tim Drake #Robin #Bruce Wayne #Batman #Dick Grayson #Nightwing #Chip Zdarsky

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sparkbeast20 · 1 year ago

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Do you doubt the devils affection?

I find it funny that some will doubt the devils for their affection to you and only seeing you as Solomon's descendant or a rare human.

When they have the right to ask you "You doubt us, but what about you? We devils don't doubt, but you humans do. My question is, do you know us in depth? And not just see us for our body?"

Devils in WHB, with few exception can't doubt (which are Leviathan and Orias who were experimented and done horrible things on them that yeah, they would fucking learned how to doubt and not trust others)

The way I see it, the devils are more honest with their feelings than us humans, and people mistake it as them only objectifying MC just for sex.

But there are moments with in the main story where MC ask them directly "Do like me just because I'm Solomon's descendant?" Satan said yeah, that's the starting point but in turned more than that, Mammon said it that He fell in love with us at first sight in his H scene, and Leraye told us that he wants to move on, and when the war is over. He would like to walk down the street of Gehenna, hold each others hands.

Not to mention what happens in the L card stories (Looks at Beelzebub's card stories) and see that, these devils does care for MC.

Back to Satan, he literally said to Solomon in Ch 1

What more do others want?

And with Sitri, I would have a problem if not for that fact that most of the other characters points out his Delusion. Which makes it as a running gag and a quirk with him. (Unless we will come back to that later for his development down the line)

I had to make this cause I saw this one post here on tumblr about MC's insecurities of whether or not the devils do see us more than Solomon's descendant or only goes to them for sex.

#what in “hell” is bad?#prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#what in hell is bad #whb satan #whb #whb mc #whb thoughts

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harlowsbby · 11 months ago

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Stick With Me

lil summary, this is a fic based off Jack’s character Scalvo from The Instigators 💓

“Alright yeah, yeah I told you I’ll meet you at the docks later… alright see you soon.” You frowned as Scalvo got off the phone with Richie.

“What does he want?” Scalvo tossed his phone on the other side of the couch before looking down at you. “Well if you must know little miss nosey.” Scalvo flicked the tip of your nose lightly making you laugh.

“He wants me to meet with him tonight along Casey and some new guy I guess his name is Rory.” You rolled your eyes and shook your head at him.

“I thought you were done with Richie and Mr. Besegai I told you they don’t mean you any well and they don’t treat you right.” You quickly removed yourself from his lap and made your way into the kitchen.

“They treat you like shit babe and yet whenever they come knocking you go and answer every single time.” You spat.

Scalvo groaned but nonetheless followed after you because he hated arguing with you and he hated being the reason you were upset.

“I know baby but look I promise this will be my last job with them and I promise after this I’m done.” Scalvo wasn’t necessarily a big softy but when it came to you he was like putty in your hands.

“You said that last time Scalvo.” You snapped causing him to winch at you using his name. Usually you’d call him babe or baby but you never addressed him by his first name unless you were really upset.

You hated that Scalvo worked with Richie and Mr. Besegai you know they were trouble and treated Scalvo like he was less than. You didn’t agree with what Scalvo did for work.

On the other hand you also knew this was the only lifestyle he knew so it was hard for him to just change and cut that all off over night.

“And now you got some new guy coming into your little gang.” He chuckled at the word gang making you glare at him. “It isn’t funny babe I worry about you okay? I promised you we’re done with this shit.”

You knew he’d never be done because working for Richie and Besegai was quick and easy money something Scalvo liked. He figured what was the point of waiting two weeks for a pay check when you can get money in less than 24 hours.

He sighed and made his way around the kitchen island making his way to you. Once he was close enough he leaned his back against the counter and made grabby hands to you.

Signaling he wanted you to come to him which you did.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you leaned forward and rested your head on his chest. His head dipped down a bit so it was resting on top of yours.

“Look babe you don’t have anything to worry about okay? I promise I’ll be safe and after this I’m done with them completely he just needs my help.” You mentally rolled your eyes because you knew this wouldn’t be the last time.

“Fine, but please call me when you’re on the way home yeah? You know I’ll miss you.”

You always had him call you after he did a mission for Richie and Besegai. You just wanted to be able to hear him and to know he was safe.

“I promise I will baby now give me a kiss.” You smiled as you reached up on your tippy toes to give Scalvo a kiss a quick peck on the lips.

You went to pull away but he wasn’t having it he quickly deepened the kiss and grabbed ahold of your ass and squeezed it tightly. “Scalvo!” You gasped making him grin.

“What? You know I love doing that now give me some more sugar.” You chuckled and leaned in again giving him another kiss which quickly got heated.

The two of you were so wrapped up into one another that you didn’t even notice Cobby walk in with a box of donuts in one hand and your iced coffee in another.

His jaw flew open and he gagged the minute he saw the two of you.

“Hey, hey come on now can you two little fuckers not fuck where we eat?! That’s fucking disgusting.” Cobby gagged. “Honestly do you have no home training?”

He immediately grabbed the Clorox wipes and started wiping the counter where the two of you were. “Relax all we did was kiss.” Scalvo stated as he shoved Cobby out the way.

“And? Take that shit upstairs.” Scalvo smirked before grabbing ahold of your hand. “Better make sure you cover your ears then.” Cobby rolled his eyes as Scalvo led you upstairs.

“I can’t stand that little piece of shit.” Cobby muttered but nonetheless made sure he was out the house the minute he heard the bedroom door shut.

(first lil fic in a minuteeeeeeee I promise ima get back to posting some Jack fics soon! I got one coming out later this month! 💓)

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

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thecountesstribe · 1 year ago

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HOTD Ep 2x7 Spoilers and review.

So this was one of my favorite episodes this season and also one of the coolest imo.

Seasmoke being protective of Addam and looking proud he terrorized Addam into being his rider was too funny. I love that dragon 😂. Come through Addam the Loyal, all Rhaenyra had to say was she's queen and he immediately acknowledged her and bent the knee, I loved that. He's really about to become my other favorite boy.

Corlys being shook and acting like he doesn't know Addam, like sir if you don't tell the truth already. He's never gonna beat the deadbeat allegations. Although when he told him “Well done” I did whoop a little. I would've kicked his ass had I been Addam though.

Oscar Tully! That's it. That's the fuckin post. He gagged Daemon and stood on business. I love to see young kids bullying arrogant adults, he reminded me of the OG lil boss Lyanna Mormont. That's my lil nephew now.

Daemon didn't take the crown. We saw him hallucinating again, this time with the sick version of Viserys and Viserys holding the crown which he didn't take. I mean anybody with a brain could summarize that he never wanted the crown, we didn't need to spend so much time in his delusions in Harrenhal to tell us that. We certainly didn't need a scene of him feasting on his mom to tell us that, yuck. For all his faults he really was about his family. He went about it the wrong way but that's Daemon for you. His stupid self destructive ass.

We had an unnecessary scene of Alicent running about the woods after leaving King's Landing. Chile anyways. Larys is totally protecting Aegon now and he's essentially crippled atp. I fear for Baela's storyline.

Rhaena is looking for Sheepstealer. Her and Jeyne are still tussling but they waited until the final 2 episodes to give her something, Baela had no lines besides looking pretty and staring at Jace. I fuckin hate it here. Could we bully HBO AND THE WRITERS SOME MORE. WTF!!

Vermithor and SilverWing looked so cool. What did that old bum feed Vermithor though? He's big asf. SilverWing just might be the coolest looking dragon. I can't rank them anymore cause I like them all 😭. Literally my favorite thing about the episode. Like the directors cooked. The dragons are funny asf 😂😭😭😭. There were a lot of parentage reveals, I don't believe for a second Saera sired that ugly man but anyways. RhaeRhae led those people to their deaths. Rhaenyra deadass gave this big ass pep talk, she reminded me of Erwin before he led the scouts out on what would be their suicide mission except she didn't stay to see the outcome or participate in it. Vermithor saw an opportunity for a buffet and took it, Hugh claimed him. Fuckin cinema. Still gonna hate his bitchass but I can't lie that was badass. SilverWing was bullying Ulf. Why do people I hate always win sometimes?! Ulf literally failed upwards. Can't be mad at it. I mean if I was a dragon I would've done the same shit. How dare mediocre specimens come before me who is essentially the next best thing after the Gods!

We got Rhaenyra speaking High Valyrian. She had her dragon squad quit on her though and gave her a warning (foreshadowing). Her also being able to calm Vermithor, that's the Dragon Queen of her era y'all. We saw a little movement with her and her protective spoiled cat Syrax too 😍.

Not people hating on Jace now. Listen that argument has been brewing since season 1. He just finally let it out of his brooding body. I don't think many people understand the implications that argument meant. He sounded classist and maybe he was, highly doubt he is but he's being realistic and in the future he was proven right (unless they scrap the book canon). Rhaenyra paralleled Viserys in that entire scene. She really is her father's child in some ways. She did to Jace what Viserys essentially did to her. The one thing that could've upheld his ascension to the throne was him having a dragon and she essentially gave a free pass to anybody to do the same, the same thing was done to Rhaenyra when Viserys decided to marry Alicent and sire more children when he knew damn well that if he had a son, her claim to the throne would've been compromised. Jace knows he's a “bastard”, a legitimate one but a “bastard” ntl (I'm not calling him a bastard in a derogatory sense either, he isn't. Laenor claimed them as his sons and that's the end of it to me) , it shouldn't matter considering the throne is not passing from his father's side but his mother's. Sure his last name would've changed the minute he was named heir and ascended as stated by Viserys but what weight does that hold now? They briefly touched on it when he spoke to Baela about his fathers but he had always been insecure about his parentage. No he didn't call his mother a whore, he's been fighting that battle all his life, she just made it worse. In the dire situation they're in, the sacrifice had to be made but I could understand why he's angry and hurt over it again. She literally just made him illegitimate in the eyes of the realm. His anger is valid. Was his tone harsh yes, try dealing with the whispers and the jeers and everything else for the past 16 years of your entire life and seeing the same proof of what everybody else sees everyday and tell me that you wouldn't hold some kind of resentment towards it. I liked how Rhaenyra was patient with him though, just wished it wasn't as rushed as the scene felt.

The last shot of the episode was fuckin brilliant. Aemond turning his bitchass around knowing he can't handle that kinda pressure. Also Vhagar and Aemond's bond may not be as strong as it should be. She clearly does not listen to him sometimes. He's still responsible for Lucerys death IDC what y'all got to say. The episode got a 4/5 stars from me just for the dragons. I'm here for Jace, Baela, Addam and the Dragons!

Until next week guys for the finale. We're going to see Tessarion and Sheepstealer next week. I'm so excited.

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moongoopy · 1 year ago

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The Fingernail Issue

c: gojo wasn't told of toji having a sibling leading him to wonder what kind of brother toji fushiguro was

c/w: Reader is adopted here, modern au, fluff, Toji's family are not a bunch of assholes, Reader is Toji's adoptive sibling, platonic and crack and humour ig

a/n: thought about this while making potato chips

"You have a sibling!? Why haven't you told us?"

"There was no need."

Toji slurped his noodles, ignoring the groan that he got from Gojo Satoru. Being in the same club with Gojo Satoru and a few other extras proved to be quite fun. He thought joining the basketball club with egocentric people would be infuriating but in this little group he managed to make friends suprisingly. He let Sukuna take his shrimp while he shrugs, right now; Gojo was quite adamant on getting to know his kid sibling that was in the same school as him, just two grades lower than him.

Geto slips in a joke if he wanted to court them or something since the white haired male next to him who was currently miming a camera with his two hands. Just the thought of another Fushiguro gave him the heebie jeebies, he was already offputting with how crass his personality was, his sibling would probably be the same. He gagged to Geto's comment, his hand on his chin when he thought about it.

"Unless, your sibling isn't a carbon copy of you and is way more better than you.."

Sukuna waved his hand to deny that sentence with a smirk and it received a nudge from Toji, they had this whispering thing they had going on to keep secrets away from Gojo and they giggle like two middle schoolers finding out about a dirty secret.

"Oh so you've met them, Ryoumen?" Nanami sipped his coffee, he had his notebook infront of him, consistently taking notes since he'd miss a day of school and its already biting him in the ass. The pink haired male shrugged, copying the same move as his friend that made Gojo click his tongue to.

"If you don't like them, why are you even curious?"

Gojo defended himself, "Its not that I dont like them, I barely met them. Its just that.."

Without noticing he painted an image of you even before seeing you in the flesh so maybe you weren't that bad. Gojo just cant imagine Toji having a sibling, would he be a doting brother? A strict one? Geto had stated stuff about dating and he barely batted an eye so it looked like to Gojo that Toji didnt really care about you but the next words that Toji said irked him.

"You look like you have a lot on your mind, Gojo. Mind sharing?"

Toji finished his noodles but thought of leaving some of the soup at the bottom, thats where all the seasonings sink to. Knocking his chopsticks into the bowl, he leaned forward to hear what Gojo had say. Gojo was the type to walk past the obvious and it was funny. Seeing THE Gojo Satoru struggle was entertaining.

"Nah, I'm good, I'll just see them myself." He bit on his lollipop, crunching up the last bits down his throat.

"Good luck finding them then," The black haired man got up from his seat with his tray and Gojo gasped. He hasn't even finished asking questions but knowing him, he loved avoiding questions like some personal torture he lets people go through.

"I'm bringing my mom to the clinic so I gotta run," Toji gruffly said, grabbing his jacket and he was so fast to slip away.

"Hey! Are you sure you're not using that as an excuse again? Me and Suguru legit saw Mrs. Fushiguro doing laps the other day!"

"Even did some cardio too.." Geto chuckled, remembering how Toji's mom proudly confessed how she had done a lot of stuff in one day. It made him smile while Gojo was sulking like a poodle beside him. Sukuna cleared his throat from eating and cleaned his plates up. He glanced at Gojo mischeviously.

"Well.. if you want to know one thing.." Sukuna dragged the silence a little longer before chuckling. "They're a bit of the same."

Sukuna too walks away, waving slyly to meet up for practise soon and Gojo scoffed. That sleazy bastard thought that information on you was new.

"That was sooo lame."

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Toji had his hands on the wheel, listening to his mother talk about what should they have for dinner. In between talking about your favourites and if his dad was gonna come home, she recalled the days where you first came home.

Mama Fushiguro liked recalling this a lot and when many people were bored by this tale by now, Toji showed interest. He didn't admit though when he finally had a kid sibling in his house, he was actually pretty elated. The house was quiet on its own with himself but with you, it was like he had a friend.

When you are adopted, his peace wasn't disrupted at all but it was like yours was. You were in a completely new environment but not unfamiliar. You had been fostered before but he didn't pry into your past, there was no need to he thinks. It was normal for you to be distant even if his parents try to pry you out your shell like a cat with its nails stuck on the walls. You claw back to your comfort and wasn't all that talkative.

He didn't force you to talk or advise you on anything because it was clear you could handle yourself, you just like to keep to yourself more than his parents. But knowing this doesn't make the bond between you and him all the more stumped. He did attempted to eventhough his mother would nag about how it was barely anything; calling you down for dinner wasn't talking and hell, task dividing either!

Going to the same college didn't made you two any closer. He thought asking you about school was corny and didn't bother, he didn't really think much of it. By the tired look in your face, it was more than enough to know what you've been through but he was sure you stayed out of trouble because he made sure of that.

He took his usual route back to the car but realise you were a bit late. You weren't usually tardy, he was and even so you would still wait for him out of courtesy. He spun back around and thought of fetching you in an instant. Maybe now was the time he would open his mouth and talk to you.

There was a bit of a ruckus in one of the classrooms. If he didn't had sharp ears then he would've walked right past but that was one of the subject classes you attend and peeped in.

It was horrid.

He saw a bunch of hooligans messing up your notebooks and scraping it against the ground with their shoes. He recognized some of them as they squat at your level and taunt you.

It was some people in his fan club or whatever and he heard bits of how someone this puny couldn't be his sibling. You were clutching onto a bag and it wasn't just your bag that you were concerned of, the laptop that his parents gave were in it and the bag slides clean off and you were only protecting the laptop with your life. You didn't mind your keychains being ripped off and tossed about but amongst the stomping, the laptop was clutched tightly in your arms.

"Hey!"

His shout boomed across the room, shocking even you. You looked up to see your brother and he looked about ready to rip into the bullies with his bare hands. The group turned pale when they saw that their idol had caught them in the act of tormenting his little sibling and bit their tongue as their knees wobble.

The details of the lecture/threat of Toji wasn't heard as your ears buzz with fear. His touch made you snap back to reality, his rough hands helping you up gently and you wobble in your place.

"Holy shit.." You exclaimed in a huff to which he looked at you in an instant.

"You're really fucking loud when you're mad."

Silence settled to which the both of you laughed at in few seconds. This was the first time you didn't feel akward and commented so honestly. He patted your back and pick up your stuff, though soiled; atleast you were only shaken but unharmed.

The walk back to the car came naturally albeit a bit of limping in your step, you had twisted your ankle while running to catch the laptop before the others did and it sparked hellfire in Toji. His main priority now is atleast offering a crumb of comfort and heard out your reasoning for portecting a device rather than your skull.

"We could always buy you a new laptop,"

"I like the one now."

"Its not worth it breaking your skull in to protect it though."

To be honest, it wasn't about liking it. Just the big smiles on your adoptive parents' faces when they urged you to open the gift they bought you, it made your eyes all teary.

You weren't adopted before but you had to go through mean foster parents that had too much on their hands and that led to negliance to your needs. That led to several arguments and got you sent to the adoption center and it broke you, just the thought of connecting with another family made you numb.

But this family was so gentle with you. Even when you showed that there was no need for such kindness yet it wasn't that they coaxed you out of your shell but that they were so tender through their actions.

Toji notices the tears and scratches the back of his neck, he didn't read this in the big brother dummy book to know what to do if his little sibling cries. You had a distant look in your eyes before you realised you had reached the car with him.

Thankfully, both parents didn't notice the missing schoolbag or the agitated state that you're in. They were all smiles and Mamaguro was powdering on her face so it meant a family outing tonight.

You couldn't help but panic when you try to think of an explanation of your missing bag but Toji butted in on his parents conversations.

"Hey, Y/N wanted some ice cream before dinner, is that okay?"

Toji blurted out all of a sudden and you so badly wanted to deny it but he dug a deeper hole for you when the two agreed so quickly. They were excited that you finally requested something in a while and the car swerved to the nearest convenience store. Your brother adjusted himself in his seat, taking out his earphones and leaned a bit closer so the two infront won't hear.

"No worries, there's a store that sells bags beside the convenience store."

You huffed out a breath, your mouth feeling so dry and nodded to his words. He was a life saver.

Toji remembered how jittery you were when he suddenly made up some shit about you wanting ice cream that he couldn't help but chuckle outloud. The light from your eyes almost dimmed when you thought he would snitch on you. He parked close to the clinic, turning his back to grab an umbrella incase it rained. His mom pouted to his sudden chuckle and sighed.

"What are you laughing for? You're not ditching practise, yknow? You're going after you send me off at the clinic."

"Huh?" His mom showed a text conversation between her and Geto and scoffed. The lengths that man bun would go to have him show up at practise. That damn milf hunter-

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"Hands up if your name is Y/N Fushiguro!!!" The class erupted in some noise upon seeing the popular duo stand near the doors of their class. When you heard your name being called, you reluctantly raised your hand; recognising who these two were.

The duo's faces fell for a moment, choking. Oh, you were adopted? Not in an offensive way obviously but Gojo might've heaved a sigh of relief. Atleast you weren't a splitting reflection of your brother, that would give him nightmares! Geto on the other hand realised why Toji would hide such a fact, an element of suprise if you will. He thought the two of them wouldn't find you out in an instant, did Toji thought so low of them? You raised a brow, wondering what they wanted.

They watched you walk out the classroom and Gojo adjusted his glasses. The graphic t-shirt and the style you had was a sublte influence from your brother.

"Well, well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"

You had the exact relaxed expression like your brother except you slowly turn weirded out, why were they ogling you like this?

You took time to observe them head to toe subtly while Gojo yapped about the tale of how Toji didn't reveal that he had a younger sibling, they were lean and muscular and they had this obvious good cop bad cop duo energy. The white haired man sounded visibly upset that you were kept as a secret from the rest, was this some kind of facade to get to know you better? You shifted to one foot to another, stopping the music playing in your earpods and cleared your throat.

"Do you want to get with my brother or something orrr...?" Gojo didn't get to the point so you went straight in but due to their reactions, you might've miscalculated. Tilting your head, you pointed at Geto's painted nails and the earrings he had.

"And you.. are you two like gay or something?" You put your hands in defense, talking quickly before they get the wrong idea, "Hey, I don't discriminate. I just barely had any fans of my brother be male sooo..."

For once in their lives, Gojo was speechless and Geto had his eyes wide open like crazy.

One thing was for sure, anyting that was the apart of the Fushiguro family was a complete nightmare.

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stinkysam · 2 years ago

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Vinsmoke Sanji - A date ?!

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : "sanji with a boyfriend who's just as flirty and equaly down bad for him? for once his man is the one giving him flowers, inviting him out on dates and he's the one getting flirted on (u can take this as a continuation of sanji realizing he likes a man) ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა" - @vainillacookie

Reader : male (you/yours)

A/N : Part ONE

Sanji couldn't believe he had a date planned with you.

He couldn’t believe he had a date at all. Because all the flirting he's done never resulted in anything. At most, he'd get a giggle and a compliment, or a tip but not… a date. Un rendez vous galant, you see ? Can you believe it ?!

So he was excited. For once, his feelings were reciprocated and not just seen as a joke. You were hearing him and willing to listen more.

The date went, oh, so well. He had gained in confidence and was more sure of himself although he was still a bit nervous, not wanting to fuck up. But with the way you looked it him, it seemed like he couldn't fuck up, even if he tried. It had his heart skip many beats because of the way your eyes stared at him. So loving and admiring, he couldn't believe it.

The only downside -or upside, depends how you see it- is that you're actually a total flirt. Worse than him. And this is bad because it keeps making his heart jump and sparkle in his chest. If it continues like this, he might have heart problems.

His cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing so much as well. But he can't stop. Unless you leave the table, but he doesn't want you to do that. Please don't.

"What do you say we do that each time we reach a new island ? A little date just between us two." You said with a wink, leaning on the table, grabbing his hand.

OH MY GOD. You're holding his hand !! Touching him ! So gently ! So warmly ! And what does he hear ? You want more of this ? More dates with him ? To each island ? He's stopping himself from chewing on his napkin like a madman.

He almost forgets to answer, already thinking of the other wonderful dates to come.

"I say I can't wait to spend 'em with you."

You're both so happy and pleased you might jump and bounce on the walls. But you try to stay civilized and appropriately. Sitting in your chair calmly.

He thought he could get a moment of rest after the date, but oh, he was wrong. You did not stop flirting. You even brought him flowers before leaving the island. Zoro can't stop staring apathetically at the two of you, lovebirds. He even made a gagging sound once while Luffy laughed. He's not sure why he gagged, but that was funny.

The second date came and as promised you took him out to a nice little restaurant. Kissing the top of his hand before holding it firmly in yours. It had him mentally squeal, his heart pounding as if trying to get out. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what-

He can't help but smile back at you, beaming at the thought of spending more time with you. He doesn't know you feel the same, just as excited and happy to be with him.

Then a third date came, a fourth, a fifth… Each time it got better. You even went to a restaurant in the sky !

You always brought him something, new clothes, some jewelry or even some flowers.

He loved it all, but he had a preference for when you cooked for him as it was handmade by you. And you always tried to surprise him with new dishes. Although he is the cook and likes to bake, he finds it nice to have someone ready to make food for him while he relaxes. Or cook next to you for the rest of the crew.

He doesn't know how but you always make his heart swell when you look at him, unaware he has the same effect on you.

He can't understand you love him this much. He just can't. So your gifts, attention, words, and love are everything to him.

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call-me-double-trouble · 3 months ago

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- even more questions because I love your blog and reading your asks! 💚❤️-

If roles were reversed and Catra saved Double Trouble, would that have changed their dynamic? Or DT’s perception of her?

If someone died trying to save them (by giving their life for them or as a split second decision where they pushed DT out of the way), how would Double Trouble take it? Would it be especially devastating if this person previously expressed feelings for them and Double Trouble brushed them off?

Is it possible Double Trouble hates themselves? They obviously know exactly who they are, but they spend all this time pretending to be other people rather than just being themselves.

What about mimiku as DT’s Pokémon? Maybe they saw their true form and isn’t scared of them? (Maybe because mimiku reminds Double Trouble of themselves in some ways?)

Love your music recs! I only had Circus by Brittany Spears and Shapeshifter by Taylor Acorn on my playlist for them. Thank you so much!

Is Double Trouble truly their name or did they make it up? Unless they have/had a twin who died and they kept the nickname in their twin’s memory, I doubt they were given this name at birth.

Speaking of which, what do you think happened to Double Trouble’s species and where are their parents or relatives?

Is there anything Hordak (or the horde in general) could have done that would have given Double Trouble reason to hate and fear them? Or resent working for them?

Would Double Trouble like a bouquet of roses (or any flowers) from their lover? (Or after a spectacular performance?)

Absolutely frothing at the mouth. Thank you!

Once again, long post under the cut.

Does Double Trouble have any ‘reptile’ traits? Shedding skin, limb regeneration, eating bugs (maybe as candy?)? Scorpia freaking out at seeing their shedded skin, believing that they are dead, (and she and Catra would both be alarmed if DT lost an arm or leg-yeah that would be painful for them too) but Double Trouble treating it as no big deal and their lost limb just growing back like nothing happened may be funny. Yes, absolutely yes! Of course, assuming DT actually is a reptile and didn't alter that part of themselves when shapeshifting to create their current form. I have a list of reptilian headcanons somewhere on this blog, but to recap: shedding skin, tail and limb regeneration, falling asleep with eyes wide open, cold-blooded, changing color like a chameleon to reflect distress or happiness (taught themselves to stop so they wouldn't give away their feelings), diet of fruit and insects and leafy greens, can catch insects with a long sticky tongue, can climb on walls (have to take their shoes off to use all fours), makes little lizard sounds, fuckin' BITES. Also, can't chew and can't eat any dairy products. I have a whole recurring gag in my daydreams where DT wants to eat something with dairy and shouts, as dramatically as possible, "Bow, bring me my lactase!" and they take their little pill so they can indulge in the dairy. They usually do dairy-free substitutes, like soy cheese and almond milk. I have another recurring joke where someone will offer Double Trouble some Dubble Bubble, and someone else will pipe up, "They can't chew, you insensitive prick!" This happens anytime they're offered something chewy. They have to shapeshift human teeth to chew properly, and everyone says that human teeth DT is cursed. This only encourages them.

I imagine they're a little sensitive about shedding their skin because lots of people find it gross, especially when they immediately eat their skin afterwards (geckos do this to replenish nutrients lost while shedding it since it takes energy to do so). Though, it is funny to think of them just leaving a whole skin lying around to freak someone out. One of my favorite visuals was a joke from @.sheblah where someone in her asks suggested that DT says, "New year, new me!" and flings their skin off the balcony, prompting Sheblah to answer "SCREAMS FROM BELOW." Still makes me cackle.

If roles were reversed and Catra saved Double Trouble, would that have changed their dynamic? Or DT’s perception of her? Oooooh! I think it could honestly go either way, but my heart says yes. I love seeing Catra and DT as actual friends, where DT may have even had a crush on her, and I think this would make that so much more delicious. Thing about DT, though, is that they're willing to betray even someone they care about in order to ensure they come out on top. DT liking you won't save you from them, so I don't think it would've changed the outcome in the end, but I think it would have changed the way DT acted around her, even if they didn't tell her how much it meant to them.

I like your evil brain.

I do think DT would finally feel guilt. They wouldn't understand it at all. It'd probably anger them, in fact. They're a self-preservationist above all else. They're only looking out for number one, and they think everyone else should do that, too. That's the best way to survive, after all. Not this altruistic bullshit, they think, so why did you die for them? Why, even after what they said to you...? It would drive them mad for days. Weeks, even. They'd call you stupid, mostly. A love-struck fool. It wasn't their fault you died! They didn't ask you to do that! The more they mull it over, they more they feel they didn't deserve it. They didn't deserve you. They find themselves wishing you were still here, even if you annoyed them at first. Even if they never would've allowed themselves to love you back. You idiot... They'd be surprised to feel their eyes growing wet. They'd wipe them in shock, staring at the tears on their hands. Then they laugh bitterly. Guess you got into their heart, after all.

Happy version to this question! If said person survived and the first thing they’d say to DT was “Now do you believe me?” (In reference to them loving and caring about them), what would Double Trouble do? DT would still brush it off outwardly, but inwardly, this would change their perspective, and they don't like that. They'd still chastise you for being stupid and reckless, for being selfless to a fault, for nearly wasting your life on them, and all the while, it would become increasingly obvious to everyone, including DT themselves, that they were genuinely worried about you. That's the first sign they've ever shown that they care about you. They blush, huffing and brushing it off with another insult towards your intelligence, then put some distance between the two of you. But, once or twice, their tail curls around your finger to make sure you're still there, and still okay. Eventually, DT would finally accept your love and maybe try to return it with their own, but I think DT struggles with long-term relationships, so that would be a whole other can of worms. But, hey, at least they're trying. And at least, in their own little way, they admitted to loving you back.

Is it possible Double Trouble hates themselves? They obviously know exactly who they are, but they spend all this time pretending to be other people rather than just being themselves. I see DT less as the general self-loating type like Catra and more like this: "I love myself, I'm perfect, I wouldn't change a thing. I can see that I'm objectively a bad person, but that doesn't bother me, though! It does bother someone I care about, though, and maybe they won't love me as much anymore if they know all the bad things I've done. Maybe I shouldn't let them know the kind of person I am. Or maybe once they find out, they'll hate me and push me away, and I'll deserve it, because I've done such terrible things and don't even care. That's right, I don't deserve their love, or anyone's, because I treat others so cruelly. But that's okay, because I'm perfect and hot and funny and charming and a fabulous actor! I totally didn't just spiral for a moment!" Yes, I think they self-loath from the perspective of others rather than themselves. They love themselves, but what if their mother doesn't once she finds out they worked for the Horde? What if Catra doesn't love them because they betrayed her? What if they never have another friend or partner in the world because they cause chaos and destruction everywhere they go? They only rely on themselves for love, for the most part, but that leaves them feeling pretty lonely, more so than they'd ever admit, even to themselves.

That's how I've been exploring them, at least, in my main daydream where Castaspella is their long-lost godmother, and they're afraid she won't accept them, and upon learning of how the Horde caused their bio mother's death, also fearing their bio mother wouldn't love them anymore if she was still alive to see how they'd turned out. They're afraid of disappointing their family--the only family they've got--and they're still half-convinced Casta's going to decide she hates them, even though she's insisted that she's just happy to see that they're alive.

What about mimiku as DT’s Pokémon? Maybe they saw their true form and isn’t scared of them? (Maybe because mimiku reminds Double Trouble of themselves in some ways?) Yeeeeeessssss cute. Cute cute cute cute with a cherry on top. I also feel like DT would have a cat Pokémon, because they strike me as a cat person (for no particular reason Catra why would you ask Catra).

Love your music recs! I only had Circus by Brittany Spears and Shapeshifter by Taylor Acorn on my playlist for them. Thank you so much! Yo I forgot about Circus 😭 That's a great one, too!

Is Double Trouble truly their name or did they make it up? Unless they have/had a twin who died and they kept the nickname in their twin’s memory, I doubt they were given this name at birth. In the canon of the 80's She-Ra, their real name is Rebekkah Kettle. I've also seen some people suggest the name "Duality" for them. ND Stevenson and Jacob Tobia agreed that only DT truly knows. My personal headcanon is that it's their chosen name, but it depends on which AU I'm doing if their deadname is Duality or Rebekkah. I usually use Rebekkah if it's a more angsty AU because I feel like it's worse as a deadname for them since it's gendered, and Duality really isn't, so that one works better if they still use both names but use Double Trouble to protect their identity and only use Duality with family. I have lots of AU's with different answers to their family (how many they have, living or dead, loving or abusive, etc.), so I change it to how I want it for each particular story.

Speaking of which, what do you think happened to Double Trouble’s species and where are their parents or relatives? I have two answers as to their species. Answer 1, and the most likely, is that they're a regular lizard person like the ones we see in the Crimson Waste, and they used shapeshifting to add to their form (such as the ears, hair, and more human-like face shape). Answer 2 is that they're some sort of hybrid, either between a mammal and a reptile, or between two reptiles (such as a gecko and chameleon, which seem to be what they're a cross of) and used shapeshifting to alter their form. Answer 3 is that they haven't altered their form hardly at all, and they're some sort of reptilian elf or something (would explain the massive ears). If they're an actual species, my theory is that they hail from Green Glade originally (that was DT's kingdom in the 80's version). My usual take is that they're a cross between a gecko and chameleon and used shapeshifting to alter their form, which makes them look different from the other reptiles we see.

As for parents, most people, self included, like the theory that DT is an orphan. I change up whether they have siblings or not, or if their siblings are deceased, but I usually always give them a dead or dying mother and an abusive or absent father (or no father at all, and mother reproduced asexually). It's really up to what each individual wants for their fanfic or daydream, though, since it's never stated one way or another. Maybe DT is estranged from their parents because of their criminal history. Maybe they ran away to escape abuse or to pursue their dreams of becoming an actor. Maybe they're sending money back to their parents to support them. Maybe their parents are truly dead. Maybe they were trapped in foster care for awhile before running away. Maybe they were raised by a gang in the Crimson Waste. Maybe they betrayed their family. Maybe their family betrayed them. Maybe their only living parent is in the hospital, either with illness or psychosis. Maybe their parents are prisoners in a cell somewhere, and they've never even met them. Maybe they were abandoned. Maybe they had a huge fight with their siblings and haven't seen them since. Maybe they lost their siblings and miss them dearly. Maybe they don't miss any of their family at all. All of it is fair game! It just depends on what someone wants to write.

Is there anything Hordak (or the horde in general) could have done that would have given Double Trouble reason to hate and fear them? Or resent working for them? *laughs in DT's family was killed by the Horde but they were too young to remember and found out later and were filled with the most regret they've ever felt which booted their ass into character development also as a child they knew they couldn't get caught by the Horde but couldn't remember why so they feared them and evaded them for a long time before agreeing to work for them to spite their mother figure who they thought sold them out to the Horde but it was actually someone else in the gang that they didn't realize knew they're true identity and honestly they had forgotten that they were the prinxess of Green Glade and only knew that they couldn't let the Horde find out their real name*

Would Double Trouble like a bouquet of roses (or any flowers) from their lover? (Or after a spectacular performance?) Yes. I think DT loves PDA and big shows of affection to rub in everyone else's faces how happy they are and how much they're adored by their beloved. I don't put it past them to start making out with their lover at a game night or meeting, so I'm sure they'd love receiving a bouquet. They eat up flattery like it's bread and (dairy free!) butter.

"So, Glimmer, what did your boyfriend get you today? Nothing? Heh, that's cute. My partner brought me this bouquet--isn't it lovely? Here, smell it!" Stuff like that to drive everyone crazy XD

Thank you so much again! I love receiving asks!

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