#and they carried that energy throughout the session

[mccoyquialisms]

even though the time quangle live show stuff is technically not canon, my Adaine and Fabian as inseparable besties agenda lives on ❤️

[earthtooz]

one big brain dump tbh but a lot of fluff and swearing !

you fall for bakugou katsuki first.

he's unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with in the hero world. many have had their eyes on bakugou ever since he was a mere hero course student. safe to say he did not disappoint.

now climbing to one of the top hero spots, dynamight is widely adored by japan. despite crowning one of the most 'undesirable' personalities a hero can have, his fans equated him to a pomeranian and moved on to the latest papparazi photo taken at the time.

before the public, you adored bakugou katsuki first.

as a classmate, he pushed you to your limit without even knowing, invigorating you with a spirit to keep fighting. as a friend (you got there in the end), he entertained you with his grumbling, liked to carry your bag for you despite your reluctance, and kept you company throughout rigorous study periods.

somewhere along the way, you realised you adored bakugou katsuki, a lot more than friends should.

now as a coworker in his agency, he keeps you company during late hours, sends you off on missions with a 'come back alive, idiot', and delivers you gifts when things are going rough.

fate plays her cards and bakugou katsuki now finds himself falling even harder for you. five years after your revelation.

when he looks you in the eye there is something akin to determination in them and it alights pure admiration in his veins. despite your kindness, you are strengthened by ambition and purpose alone, and he finds himself caught in your magnetic field.

but these newfound feelings come to him as effortlessly as water flows down a stream after a downpour; destined to feel this way for you, helpless against the currents of life. after a long drought, he feels refreshed and rejuvenated by the energy you bring to his life.

he loves the little notes you stick on his desk, often paired with smiley faces, stupid jokes, or reminders that range from 'drink water!' or 'see you at the meeting at 1! :p'. he loves the daily lunch runs you have together, sometimes it's easier to get to work when he knows you're there with him. he loves that you're workout buddies, always giving him extra 'fun' challenges during his session by sitting atop him during push-ups or planks, or clinging to him like a koala as he does pull-ups.

bakugou katsuki loves you so naturally that you've been embedded in the little cracks of the hectic lives you both lead.

you're his homescreen and lockscreen, there's a plushie you gave him in third year sitting in his large-ass bedroom, there's a photo of you and him on his office desk, even more polaroids at home, and there's a designated mug for you in his cabinet for when you come over. it's used approximately twice a week.

bakugou doesn't want to show it, really, he doesn't, but he finds himself staring at you too often, too softly. there's a multitude of paparazzi photos of you two, the cameras catching the obvious shift in his eyes when it's you he's next to, looking at you with a grin as you ramble excitedly to him.

mina's never fails to send one whenever she sees them.

she even sent him a photo that was taken whilst he was walking through the street, too engaged with his phone to realise cameras pointed at him. the wild part is that there is a gentle, heartfelt smile etched on his face.

‘texting y/n? down bad.’

the acid user was blocked that day. she was right though.

the sad part is that he can recall exactly which text you sent that had him that giddy; it was a selfie of you and a pomeranian from patrol, paired with some joke that you found bakugou whilst out. whilst he would've blown anyone up who made the comparison to his face, he found himself zooming in on your bright smile, heart aching with a familiar longing.

he hates you. he hates you so bad that it hurts not to have you.

every reminder that you weren't his pains him even more. at his core, bakugou is nothing more than a bitter, jealous son of a bitch, but he can't help it. he's sacrificed too much to get to the top, but he doesn't want to lose you.

not when you look so beautiful- so ethereal laughing with that extra ‘hero’, monoma. under the gala lights, in your outfit, you were truly beautiful, and bakugou finds himself stunned by your allure, stomping over to you in a vulnerable moment of bewitchment.

he doesn't know how many people he pushed aside in the crowd, ignoring their grunts and gasps to reach you.

you, sweet, radiant, undeniable you find him first, meeting him in the middle with an even brighter smile.

despite being in the middle of a stuffy, packed floor, filled to the brim with heroes, sidekicks, reporters and managers alike, it is only you and bakugou. the intimacy causes him to feel overwhelmed by your glow; the tie he's donning suddenly tightening around his neck, causing him to choke on his words.

there's a sudden urge to get to his knees and start praising the ground you stand on.

"hi," you murmur.

"hey,” he responds, briefly scanning you up and down. “you look nice.”

you laugh at his compliment, masking the violent heartbeat of your chest. "thank you, katsuki. i think you look dashing."

the blond offers you his arm. you take it without much thought. "of course i do. if i wanna stand next to you i have to look worthy of it."

you fall first for bakugou katsuki.

but he's waiting at the bottom to catch you in his arms.

[clubdionysus]

[BAD DECISION #43] Circles

warnings: subby koo <3, begging, handjobs, semi-public ig, jk calling himself a slut <3, edging, fingering, pussy eating, finger sucking, reader on top yeehaw, jk calling reader a slut (nicely i promise), titty sucking, vvv messy finish lawl, cum swapping, confessions??, feelings??, communication???, the moon????, some v cute moments actually!

notes: my fave thing about bd chapters is the doodles that went with them bc they're lil time capsules and u just know how the release of seven influenced me/bd hehhehe

wc: 11.8K

bd total wc: 540k (ongoing)

AO3 | MASTERLIST | MINORS DNI

"You've got so much sand in your hair," you muse softly, resting your head on Jeongguk's shoulder. Legs are wrapped around his waist, your chest is to his broad back as he carries you through from the kitchen to the living room.

It's just you and him, now, the main house quiet, save for your giggles and his reciprocation. The sand is residual from your chat on the beach, but you're still not really sure how he managed it—but it's sort of like your glitter. Gets everywhere even when you don't mean for it to.

The noraebang session you had returned to had died a brutal death. Jimin and Taehyung blessed your eyes and ears with a theatrical rendition of Bop to the Top from High School Musical, which scored them a mere 28.

Jimin threatened legal action. Taehyung begged Danbi for reassurance that his version of Sharpay's lines were flawless.

Too drunk for their own good, the rest of your friends had trundled back to their bedrooms. You and Jeongguk insisted that you wanted to clean up. Get the kitchen and sitting room fresh for the morning.

Really, you had just wanted an excuse to spend more time together. After an evening of ignoring him, you're desperate to fill your heart with his energy.

So far? So good.

The kitchen is spotless, as if the sitting room. You could go to bed now, if you wanted to.

But you don't.

As you reach the sofa, Jeongguk continues to keep you wrapped around his body, sitting you both down together. The scent of his aftershave is a little subdued, worn away throughout the evening, but it still drives you wild. Gets you pressing a silly little kiss into the curve of his neck.

He's pretty sure if you do it again, he'll die.

You're only in this position 'cause you'd started yawning, and Jeongguk didn't want you to fall asleep. Wanted you to stay awake with him into the early hours. You'd gladly obliged, his broad back the perfect place for you to get cosy.

Easing your position, your legs loosen, hands dropping to his waist.

The scent of his fabric conditioner steals the show as you press a kiss into his shoulder. 

Apparently you've lost your Goddamn mind, and are ignorant to the boundaries of platonic friendship. You don't behave like this with 'friends'—but it's nothing new, you suppose.

And you and Jeongguk most definitely aren't just 'friends'.

He's your favourite of all your friends, yes, but you care for him like a lover. Comfort him like it was your soul's purpose in a lifetime before this one. Find his gaze in crowded rooms as if you've spent millennia looking for him. Rest your head on his shoulder as if the crook of his neck was carved just for you.

He thinks it was.

"Like a little koala," Jeongguk fondly muses, one of his large hands stroking down your ankle while the other uses the remote to flick through the television options. He doesn't care much for shows nor movies these days, but just doesn't want to say goodbye to this day just yet. Wants to spend more time with you. "Watcha wanna watch?"

"Not fussy," you hum. In all honesty, your eyes are a little heavy. Whatever he puts on, you're gonna end up falling asleep. It's just a lame ass excuse to snuggle up with him in the most domesticated of ways. "Whatever you want."

Squeezing at your ankle, he says, "So you won't complain if I put Boss Baby on? WWE? Teleshopping? Porn channels?"

Shaking your head against his back, you smile. "You won't put Boss Baby on 'cause you've spent all weekend with Jimin."

"True."

"And teleshopping is a bad idea because you're weak," you tell him with absolute certainty. "They'll trick you into buying things"—

"Will not."

"Will too," you insist, knowing that he's just as bad as you when it comes to ridiculous, unnecessary purchases. "Porn channels are redundant 'cause I'm the only thing that gives you a boner these days"—

"Fair."

"So it looks like wrestling is your only option," you deduce, ignoring the way he just confirmed your joke about his boner situation.

In all fairness, Jeongguk hasn't even tried getting hard thinking about anything other than you lately. You're the only thing he desires. Only person, only body, only heart. Why waste time thinking of anything else? Wouldn't make him cum half as hard.

"I know your tricks," Jeongguk hums with a jovial air of nonchalance, opening up Netflix. "Get us watching WWE, learn a few tricks, then tackle me in a bid to seduce me. I wasn't born yesterday, Byeol. Can't fool me."

The way your body gently moves behind him when you laugh is nothing short of euphoria for Jeongguk. He loves this. Loves being with you.

For all the jokes that could be made about the validity of your claims of platonic friendship, you really are his best friend.

There's nobody else he'd ever wanna hang out with like this. Enjoys his space, yet seems to hate space when you're around. Wants to be close, close, close; always, always, always. Will stick to you like glue, if you'll let him.

"Don't need to tackle you to seduce you," you assure him. It's proven by the way his breath hitches as your hands sink to the top edge of his leather belt. You don't do anything. Just toy with the material a little. Tease. Say, "I barely have to touch you, do I? I bet you're getting hard now, aren't you?"

Suddenly, you don't feel so tired, anymore. 

Sleep can wait. Getting Jeongguk off can't.

There are two options for Jeongguk in this situation: denial, or acceptance.

He's pretty sure both of them will end in his dick getting wet.

May as well have a little fun with it.

"Nope," he lies.

The truth of the matter is that Jeongguk gets stiff at the drop of a pin when it comes to you. The mere mention of sex sends blood flooding to his cock. The implication that you might want to fuck him? Oh, he may as well have been going at it for half an hour with how much it makes him throb.

"Don't believe you," you whisper.

Jeongguk is still flicking through Netflix, but doesn't choose anything to put on. Is too distracted by the way you delicately stroke his belt. You could find out for yourself, if you really wanted to. He wouldn't object.

In fact, he encourages it, when the hand that had been holding your ankle comes to rest over one of your hands. Pushes it down. Rests your palm over his crotch, and pushes his hips upwards. Grunts.

"Yeah," he says, slowly pulsing his hips, building a firm pattern, the bulge of his cock fitting perfectly into the shape of your hand. "You're right to not believe it."

The Netflix search is abandoned as soon as you purr, "Let me get you off, Gguk."

The position you're in is kept, Jeongguk's belt threaded through its buckle, trousers unbuttoned, zip yanked down in a desperate bid to get your hands around his cock as quickly as you can.

Jeongguk tips his head back, breaths laboured. His crown rests upon your shoulder, as he hums into the satisfaction of the feeling your hands provide him with. "Tighter, baby. Grip it tighter."

You can't see what you're doing. Are relying on the feeling alone. Know his cock well enough by this point that it's no issue.

He gets a little pouty when you pull one of your hands away—but gets so incredibly vocal when you spit on your fingers and wrap them back around his thick shaft. Tells you how good you feel. How pretty your hands are. How much he wants to cum all over them.

God, he'd defile you right now, if he could. Sully your skin with his sex. Get those slender fingers of yours, and pretty nails, and just cover them in his cum.

Thing is, he wants to last. Has to push thoughts of finishing to the side. Can't embarrass himself like that, even as he whines into your touch like a little bitch.

Pushing his hips up into your slippery palms, Jeongguk is utterly obsessed with the way you feel.

"Oh, fuck, baby," he whimpers when you pick up the pace, his breathing all out of sync and so terribly cute. "You're so good to me," he praises. "So good."

Handjobs are typically fleeting whenever you fuck Jeongguk. A means to an end. This is different. Your hands are moving with purpose. He's jerking himself up into your palms 'cause he needs it. Needs you.

So you tease him—"So needy, aren't you?"—and are ever so pleased when he confirms your accusation. He nods. Grunts. Bites down on his bottom lip to stifle his noises.

And it's cute. So cute how much he likes even the simplest of sexual endeavours with you. Kind of feels like he never knew how good it could be—to fuck and be fucked in return—before he met you.

There's something about Jeongguk when he's like this— pathetic —that just really gets you going. You know you're soaked in your panties. Dress pooling around your hips, you wonder if he can feel your arousal. It's sort of unintentional, the way you grind your hips up against him. You're just turned on. Want him as badly as he wants you.

"You're fucking yourself into my hand like a desperate little slut, aren't you?" you giggle into his ear, nibbling on his lobe. You know it will drive him mad.

"Shit," he curses, leaning his head to the side to give you more access to his neck. Whimpers when your lips latch right onto his sweet spot. "Such a slut for you, B. God, baby, you're gonna make me cum. Gonna make me cum so fuckin' hard."

Every single word he utters is laced with a heavy, lustful breath. He's losing his mind. Forgot the simple pleasure of a pair of pretty hands.

"Beg for it."

"Byeol," he whines.

"Beg for it," you repeat. "Tell me why you deserve to cum, huh?"

"Cause you fuckin' want it," he grunts, shuddering a little as his torso twitches from the pleasure he's fighting. "You wanna see me cum. I know you do."

"That's not begging," you say as you press a light kiss to his neck. "Do better."

And against all odds, he does.

"Let me cum," he breathlessly whispers. "Byeol, please let me cum. I'll do anything."

The power trip is unbelievable. Too good to give up.

But the tortured, laboured whimper he mewls as you release your hand? The way his body doubles over? The hushed curses under his breath?

Makes it so incredibly worth it.

"I'm on the verge of death," he pants when he realises what you've done. Squirms beneath the pressure of his undelivered pleasure. "Oh God, I'm gonna fuckin' die. You're gonna kill me."

He's being dramatic. All you've done is withheld an orgasm. Edged him a little.

All weak and limp, Jeongguk's hips are still involuntarily pulsing, cock desperate for release. Balls so tight he really does think he might die.

And so he pulls away. 

Decides that if you're gonna be a brat, then he's gonna be even fuckin' worse.

He gets to his knees. Rids himself of his dress shirt. Positions himself right between your spread legs. Is gonna give you a taste of your own fuckin' medicine.

Jeongguk hooks his arms under your thighs and yanks you forward, for no purpose other than to plant kisses all over the soaked lace of your underwear as quickly as he possibly can.

Dress pooled by your hips, the access is easy. He's already deduced that you're only wearing the bra and panties of the three piece set, but he doesn't give a fuck.

Truthfully, when it comes to having sex with you, none of that matters.

Skin on skin is what he wants. Closeness. Togetherness.

"Oh, fuck me," he chokes out when he's sees how badly you want him, dark eyes tracing over the lines of your slick core.

He slips his index finger beneath the strip of fabric that covers your pussy, and pulls it to the side. Has never felt hunger quite like it. Brings his middle finger to your already soaked hole and gently pushes inside. Sinks down to kitten lick against your clit, utterly obsessed with the taste, the scent.

"God," he barely pulls away. Brushes his lips against you as he speaks. "I could just fuckin' die in this cunt."

"Then do it. Die for me," you tease, hand coming to tangle in his hair, encouraging his lips to suction around your clit. His finger continues to fuck itself into you, quick in its pace. He pulls back. Spits. Reattaches himself to you, as if he can't bear to be apart.

The sensation of Jeongguk is almost too much to bear. Almost .

Toying and teasing, he's manipulating your pussy with his hands all in a bid to get your body writhing.

There's something to be said for the way his touch just absolutely controls you. Domineers. Dictates. How he can be as soft as his silky hair in one moment, then as hard as his sharp jaw the next.

He hums in approval as he sucks on your pussy, palm to the sky as he begins to pick up the pace of his fingers. There's a lewdness to the sounds that you make together; a harmony that's so disgustingly human it almost makes him forget that you're not of this world.

Brighter than any of the stars shining in through the window, you're beaming. Alive with the feeling of Jeongguk laying claim to you, as if he's just discovered one of those scam name-a-star websites. Card data already input into the checkout, he'd waste all his resources on you.

His tongue is flat as he delves between your folds. Flat, and firm and fucking divine— until it's pointed, and precise and overwhelmingly perfect. Heat travels through your entire body, from the tip of your toes to the tops of your fingers. It's bliss. He's bliss.

The thing about stars is that they burn. Are red hot in a way that Jeongguk failed to realise when he first became acquainted with you. Every touch of your body has rewritten the fabric of his. There are constellations in his fingerprints; cosmic entities where your lips have pressed your adoration into his skin.

Jeongguk is not the same man he was before he knew you, and he'll never be the same again. The scars you leave are promises. I'm yours. Invisible to the naked eye, yet entirely obvious to anyone who spends time in his company. You're mine.

His mouth is a little too preoccupied to make any silly declarations right now, mind you. Lapping at your pussy, Jeongguk eats you out like he hasn't had a good meal all week. He'd starve for seven days if knew he'd have the luxury of your taste by the time Sunday arrives.

"Nicest pussy ever," he promises when he finally takes a second to breathe. Looks up at you, eyes glossy. Starry. The tip of his nose shines in the haze of your hedonism, lips wet. "Nicest pussy in the whole world."

"Oh yeah?" you giggle, a little amused with how sweet his compliments are. Sweet, and stupid, and simply impossible for him to test the validity of.

Not that he ever wants to. Only wants you.

You scratch behind his ear, and Jeongguk's puppy-dog tendencies return as he leans into your touch. Smiles. Hums in complete contentment.

"Mhmm," he says, leaning back down to press kisses all over your slick lips, fingers thick as they continue working your pussy for his viewing pleasure—and for your pleasure, full stop. Punctuated with pretty kisses in the place of full stops, he says, "And it's mine . I get to have it. So lucky, baby. So lucky."

There's no luck to this. None whatsoever.

A little fate, maybe. Destiny.

"Yours?" You raise a brow.

He doesn't give you a verbalised response.

Just wraps his lips around your clit, and keeps his eyes open this time. Looks up at you, dark eyes twinkling, dewy nose pressed into your skin, his desperation to devour you evident. Lets his fingers scissor inside you. Gets your toes pointing. Has you looking to the sky. Your back arches, fingers tight in his hair.

"Gguk," you whine, as if he's in any position to respond to you—but he does .

He hums, and— fuck —the vibration around your clit sends you orbiting.

"That's it," you breathe out, looking back down as a familiar sensation begins to take control. He doesn't ease up. Keeps stroking at your sweet spot. Keeps sucking on your clit. Keeps doing what he's doing 'cause he loves what's about to happen.

Ever the gentleman, and incredibly unlike you ten minutes ago, Jeongguk decides to let you ride the wave of the orgasm crashing over you. Doesn't wanna deprive you. Wants you to feel good. Knows it won't be the last time it happens tonight.

"Shit," you choke out as your shoulders press down into the sofa, one of your hands instinctively cupping your chest. The dress you're wearing is still covering most of your body, but it doesn't matter. Jeongguk'll get you out of it eventually. "That's it. That's it— fuck ."

The way your walls begin to tighten, legs hooking around the back of his head as your entire body shudders, is almost enough to make him finish, too.

He thinks it's the hottest thing he's ever had the pleasure of experiencing. Doesn't understand how he can find such pleasure in someone else's orgasm, but knows if it came down to him or you, he'd sacrifice all of his for one of yours.

Moaning as he drags you to a height of pleasure reserved only for the brightest of stars, Jeongguk smiles through it all. Reluctantly pulls away from you with laboured breath, chest heaving from the fact he kinda forgot how to breathe. Was busy. Thinks your pussy is more important than his survival.

"You good?" he checks, resting his pretty head on your thigh. Keeps his fingers plugged inside you, but slows the movements to a halt. Just keeps you full, 'cause he can. 'Cause he wants to. 'Cause he's lowkey obsessed with you.

With a nod, you let your body relax into the plush pillows of the sofa. Giggle. Keep your legs over his shoulders, but hold your face in your hands, as if you're embarrassed by how hard you came for him.

But then a kiss is pressed to your inner thigh, pretty and soft, accented by the hardness of his lip ring.

"You came so well for me, baby," he praises. Thinks it's cute how shy you get whenever you cum. So pretty and perfect and his. A shallow laugh gets caught in his throat, before he shakes his head and sits up a little straighter. "So gorgeous when you cum. Pretty, baby."

Jeongguk has never been more in love.

Slowly, he pulls his fingers from you. The tepid movement makes your back arch ever so gently, pussy still sensitive from your climax. Eyes on his, you know him well enough to get a read on his intentions. His desires.

So you just smirk. Let your lips part. Hold your tongue out ever so slightly, eyes wide, expression playful. He follows your lead. Brings his messy fingers to your lips. Sinks them into your mouth, and is met with the most glorious sight.

The expression on your face changes . Darkens .

While, yes, your eyes are still wide, it's your cheeks that really get him, now.

Your typically sweet cheeks are hollowed, your bone structure exclusively on show for him. It gets him throbbing. Gets him wrapping his spare hand around his cock—not that it needs any encouragement. He's still rock-hard for you. Still wants you.

Is proven, when he begs once more. "Let me fuck you, babe."

A smirk settles on your lips as he pulls his fingers back. You shuffle in your seat. Readjust. Keep your legs spread and encourage him to squeeze onto the sofa with you.

The angle is a little off, and it definitely isn't gonna be how you fuck him, but it brings him closer to you. Close enough to kiss. Close enough to smell your arousal on him. Close enough to let him sink his tongue between your lips and get lost in you once more.

All you ever seem to want these days is to be close to Jeongguk, and even then, close is never close enough. His lips are on yours, your tongue in his mouth, his hands all over your body—and still it's not enough.

There's something missing; words that would fuse you to him. Words that you know damn well if uttered right now would end in disaster—so you bite back the desperate, hungry, declarations that are dancing in your throat. Reach for Jeongguk's hand. Force him to wrap his fingers around the base of your throat, just so you can keep those pesky words at bay.

The squeeze of his wide hand around your neck is welcome. Not too harsh, just strong enough to let you know that no other necklace would suit you half as well as Jeongguk's pretty, tattooed hand does.

It's force of habit, more than anything, that makes his spare hand drop to your pussy. Fingers flat, he rubs over your clit at the speed of lightning, not for any grand purpose other than to make you shake a little. Smirks, when you do exactly as he thought you would.

"Look at how easy you are for me," he husks, pressing his lips across your cheek, down your jaw. Squeeze your throat a little tighter. "You gonna let me fuck you, huh?"

The tables have turned.

You're the pathetic one, now.

"Uh-huh," you whine when he sinks his middle finger back into your pussy. He's quick. Repeats it a couple times. Loves how needy you are; how noisy your pussy is. So fucking wet for him.

As he pulls his hand from your cunt and wanks himself a little, he revels in how your slick juices feel against his shaft. Doesn't know how the fuck he found pleasure in anything before he knew you. Knows he'll never find pleasure in anything else. You've corrupted him. Completely and utterly. Ruined.

His lips trail to your ear, hands roaming your body. Squeezing. Appreciating. Devouring.

He's quiet, when he husks, "Want you to ride me."

"Say please," you quip back without missing a beat.

It's not like you're gonna say no—but you are gonna make him beg a little.

"Please, B," he says so daintily it's as if his cock isn't all red and engorged and leaky at the tip for you. He's got the body of an angel, but all it makes you wanna do is sin. "Be a good girl for me. You know you want to. Fuck me how you want to fuck me."

He does know how to ask nicely, you'll give him that much credit.

Jeongguk pulls away and sinks into the sofa beside you, certain you'll do as you're told.

His arrogance will catch up with him one day, but you're too eager to please him right now. All you wanna do is fuck him right, 'cause you know he'll fuck you right in return.

There's no objection as he pulls you onto his lap. No time wasted as he rubs the tip of his cock between your soaked folds. No bodies more connected than yours when he finally pushes up inside of you.

He groans. Throws his head back. Holds your waist and is reminded of your dress. Decides that it absolutely needs to go.

The way he rids you of the silky fabric is barbaric. You don't know where he throws it. Don't know if it's still in one piece. All you know is that his lips are on your skin as soon as they can be, his hips rutting up into you, cock nudging so deep inside of your cunt you can feel him in your fucking throat.

Okay, so maybe that's dramatic, but he just fills you so fucking well. Is so big. So nice.

His hand wraps around your back to release the clasp of your bra with little to no effort. He sheds you of your clothes and has you exactly how he wants you: naked, whiney and ever so beautiful as you take his full cock inside you.

Jeongguk's not small. Not by any stretch of the imagination. He's easily got the biggest cock you've ever taken, yet your body adapts to him effortlessly. You're tight, yeah, but not painfully so. It's all pleasure. You're made for him, and him for you.

The thickness of his cock is amplified when he grabs your waist and begins to bounce you at a faster pace.

"Oh, shit," he curses. "God. Taking me so well, aren't you, B? Taking this fat cock so easily. Oh, fuck yeah. Pretty, pretty slut."

It's been a while since he got vulgar with the name-calling. Was reminded of how much he likes it when you'd done it earlier.

You'd forgotten how much you like it too; how much you like the acknowledgement that you'll slut yourself out for him, and him alone.

"Whose slut are you? Huh?" he asks, never caring for a response. Just gets a little loose with his lips when your pussy gets tight. "Who does this cunt belong to?"

"Oh, God," you mewl, unable to form anything coherent.

He almost fuckin' snorts as he laughs. "Don't think this cunt does belong to God."

"Fuck off," you laugh. Find it so endearing that he still finds the time to joke with you. "Gguk"— his hips thrust up harder, and you have to curse him out a little before you can continue —"It's yours, you prick."

He smirks. Tips his head back, the clamminess of his body making this all so much filthier. There's a sheen to his skin, sweat dappling him. His tattoos seem even more vibrant now, your hand holding onto his arm for dear life as he rams his cock into you.Slows his hips a little. Rolls them now. Husks, "Mine."

"So big, Koo," you mumble into his lips, as if he doesn't know. It's so much more satisfying hearing your stay. Your words are stuttered. Slurred. Fucked out. "Baby, you're so big."

"Don't call me that," he husks. Grabs your tits. Plays with them just 'cause he can. Teases your nipples. Pinches. Makes you mewl. "Call me that, and you'll make me fuckin' nut."

It's not just 'Koo' getting him needy today. It's 'baby', too. 

Jeongguk has always been the one more naturally inclined to call you baby—but just because you don't say it as often doesn't mean you don't think it.

God, you wanna call him baby all the time these days. When you're lazing around together, when you greet him, when you're giggling with him in the sanctuary of his bedroom, birds looking on with a fond curiosity. Baby would just roll off your tongue so naturally, if you let it.

And so, in this moment, you do.

"Hmm, baby?" you torment him.

"B," he stays sternly as he pulls you down onto his dick. The tip of his cock kisses your cervix, as deep as it can possibly go. You mewl. Gasp. Whine. And he loves it. Loves the way you sound; loves that the sounds are all involuntary and that it's his size making it happen. "Don't wanna cum yet. Wanna fuck you for hours."

It already feels like it's been hours, but it also feels like it's been no time at all.

Sex with Jeongguk alters the time-space continuum. It has to. There is no way that fucking Jeongguk doesn't transform the world in some way, shape or form.

Or maybe it's just your world that it alters. Your life. Your heart.

Taking back a little control, you rake your fingers in his hair, and pull them taut. He gasps. Stutters out a moan. Eases his grip on your waist to let your hips roll at a slower pace. He puts you in control, 'cause it's what you want.

He'll give you anything you ask for. Everything.

"Shit," you curse, grinding against him. The friction of your clit rubbing up against the neatly trimmed pubic hair is nothing short of euphoric—and when his lips latch around one of your tits? Sucks on it softly? Is tender with his touch instead of the slightly aggressive, domineering Jeongguk you were expecting? Oh, you won't last long at all. "Feels so good, Gguk."

"Mhm?" he hums, vibrating around your nipple, his thumb coming to rub at your neglected bud on the other side. God, he loves your tits. Wants them in his mouth all the time. Quite the change since your first meeting. Doesn't know how he lived without them before.

"Mhhm," you nod, pressing your lips to the top of his head.

The way your bodies are moving together is anachronistic; of a time before casual fucking and the conventions of modern dating. It's primal. Lethargic in the way you want to experience one another; eager in your yearning.

It's as if you knew him in another life. As if the stars have always intended on you merging. As if you've been a black hole waiting to happen, but now in the abyss you find abundance: Love, acceptance, contentment by the bucket load.

Eventually, the pace builds like you knew it would. Jeongguk's grunts get loftier. Your moans get shorter. Sharp. They hitch at the back of your throat, and Jeongguk kisses you until they dissolve onto his tongue.

It's as he's playing with your clit that a second, far stronger, orgasm is drawn from you. You think you see stars. Jeongguk knows for a fact he sees stars.

He also takes it as confirmation that you're getting worn out; that he doesn't need to hold off finishing.

His hand grips your ass, working you up and down his shaft in a desperate bid to coax an orgasm out of his cock, even if you're a little fucked out. It really doesn't take much to get him there; to have him cursing your name and kiss your neck.

"Oh, shit, babe," he pants. "Where"—

"Tits."

" Fuck ."

Neither of you care for the awkward clambering as you get between his legs once more, nor the dizzy disposition of your knees after your orgasm.

All you care about is Jeongguk. His pleasure. Making him cum.

You want to be the reason. Want him looking at you.

And he does.

It's delicate, how violently his body unloads itself for you. His lips are parted, brows furrowed as he wanks himself for you. You've always loved him like this. It reminds you of the early days—a little too scared to touch one another, but desperately wanting to.

It's different now. Touching Jeongguk is a natural inclination that's reciprocated. If he couldn't touch you— innocently as well as intimately —then he'd probably die.

"Cum for me," you beg, holding your tits together for him.

He shudders, legs twitching as the sensation boils over, and he shoots thick spurts of semen all over your chest. You gasp as he does so, and regret not asking for it in your mouth—so you lay your tongue flat for him. He gets the memo. Rests the tip of his cock on your tongue as massages the final spurts of his load into your mouth.

"Shit," he curses, then drags you back up to his lap. Clasps either side of your jaw and pulls you in for a kiss so desperately that he doesn't even wait for you to swallow. Licks into your mouth. Whines when he tastes himself. Drops a hand to squeeze at one of your tits, and ends up just rubbing his cum into your skin.

It's filth. Real fucking dirty.

And yet it's pure.

Unadulterated desire shared between you both. Reserved only for one another.

Eventually, as the kisses begin to ease into teeny tiny pecks, Jeongguk laughs to himself. Shakes his head. Beams as he cups your jaw and presses one final, deliberate kiss into your lips.

"If you keep fucking me like that, you're gonna get me saying all kinds of dumb shit," he promises.

"Oh yeah?" You giggle, reaching across the sofa, still in his lap, to retrieve his shirt. Thread it over your arms, you don't bother to do it up - you just know that dawn is brewing on the horizon, and fear a rogue friend of you both strolling over to the main house for some reason. Your back is to the large windows, but wouldn't take a genius to work out what's occurring. "What kinda dumb shit?"

"Dunno. Shit about how you ride me so well," he praises, eyes darting around your face, 'cause he's obsessed with every single part of you. Eyes, nose, lips. Wants them all. Settles for a nudge of noses. "So good at making me feel good, baby. So good. God, I can't believe I get to fuck you."

There's a genuine look of relief on his pretty, smiley features, as if there'd be a reality in which you'd ever turn him down.

"Can't believe I get to fuck you," you giggle right back, as Jeongguk begins to preen you. He smooths your hair. Studies the glitter on your cheeks, but doesn't change it. Loves it just as it is.

"Shut up," he says, a little bashfully—as if he wasn't the one to start this whole complimenting one another bullshit.

Jeon Jeongguk always looks so pretty in the afterglow; skin made of stardust, a smile that shines. The clamminess of his skin always makes him seem a little rounder, a little softer. It's cute—and right now? It's just for you .

You half think Jeongguk is gonna throw some sort of childish remark your way, until his demeanour sort of stiffens a little. His teeth press down on his bottom lip, and the ring, of course, does the thing. He seems perplexed. Concerned.

You're about to ask, but then Jeongguk decides that you shouldn't have to.

He should just tell you. What he thinks, how he feels.

And so he says, once more, "Byeol, I don't wanna keep going around in circles."

Pulling away a little, you snuggle down into the couch beside him. Giving him the space to pull his Calvins back up, there's a comfort to the serenity you're basking in.

Anyone who saw you now—you naked save for his shirt, traces of his sex glistening on your skin, and him in his underwear—would be forgiven for thinking you were a pair of newlyweds after their big day. Snuggling into another, it's a dangerous place to get too comfy. You really should go back over to the side-house that you're supposed to be sleeping in.

"Then start going in a straight line," you counter, childish in your tiredness.

He hums out a small laugh, pressing a kiss into the top of your head. "I mean it, B. What I said earlier."

"Which part?"

"The part where I told you I wanted you," he says quietly. Squeezes you tightly. Needs you to know he's telling the truth. "No one else. It's just as true now as it was when I first said it."

"You don't know what it's like to 'have' me. I'm not easy to handle," you say candidly.

Jeongguk thinks you're incredibly easy to handle. It's your asshole ex-partners that have been difficult.

"Nor am I," he says softly instead, not fighting back against the perception you presented. Knows how you work. Knows you'd never believe him regardless. Will just have to prove it to you over time. "I don't want easy. Don't want anyone else. Just want you."

Feels like a moot point, now.

You know how Jeongguk feels. It's been established.

But it's late, and you're both a little tired and probably a bit cranky from the alcohol. Need to sleep.

And so when Jeongguk cuts the conversation, chucks you his shirt and offers you a piggyback ride to the house, you accept it.

Just like you accept it when he drops you off in your room, and never leaves.

His own bedroom is rendered useless, for there's nowhere else he'd rather dream than right next to you.

Jeongguk doesn't fight sleep when it comes. Falls into it willingly, arm still looped over your waist to keep you close. He doesn't mind the heat. Doesn't mind your hair in his face, or the inability to move freely. Would far rather sleep with you like this than alone.

Typically, you'd find it easy to fall asleep in such a position. Not with anyone else—you'd be frustrated with their warmth, and imposing touch—but with Jeongguk, it's always welcome.

Tonight, you stare at the ceiling.

Grey in the light of the bay that seeps in through the window, the emptiness feels as calming as the boy beside you. There's no reason why you shouldn't be able to sleep, but your mind seems to be racing at a mile a minute, filtering between the security of time spent with Jeongguk, and the instability of exactly what you are.

The conversations had today have shined a little light on Jeongguk's feelings, but it's still nothing solid. You're still just friends. An attempt had been made at changing that, but it was a fruitless endeavour. Just feels like Jeongguk was right—you are going round in circles.

People can be fickle, and you know that Jeongguk has been holding out his heart from hurt recently. You doubt he'll be willing to venture down the path he's already travelled with Hayun. Why make the same mistakes twice? You're both supposed to be growing. Learning.

Falling into something with you is the opposite of what he should be doing.

Yet his arm is looped around your waist, bare skin sticking to yours in the heat of your embrace. He clearly finds comfort in you, but isn't confident enough in his feelings to actually commit to you.

And you shouldn't compare—you know this—but you've been made to feel like this before.

So you adjust. Shakes out of his shackles. Can't leave, 'cause it's your room, but you consider it - where would you go? To his room? To the beach?

Anywhere but here.

There's not really much thought put into it when you eventually slip out from the duvet, and quietly head down the stairs. Are childish as you stick your middle finger up in the direction of Hayun's room, just 'cause you're sick of her and her impact on your life, but aren't willing to actually argue with her. Unseen passive aggression is your new best friend.

Sliding the front door open, you're met by the chill of the cold spring air. All you're wearing is Jeongguk's button-up - the same one he'd taken off you before bed with little care for seducing you.

That being said, he did frown when you went to change into pyjamas. Insisted that you didn't need them. Had you naked beneath the sheets with no intention of fucking you - which felt like a headfuck within itself.

You don't mean to be this way; to be so suspicious of innocence.

Your insecurities are deep-rooted. They'd been so well conditioned into the fabric of your being that they now sit flush against your previous expectations of relationships. They're impossible to pick away. They need to be excavated, then re-filled with a new understanding of what it's like to be loved.

Jeongguk's been trying.

It's hard work, though. Laboursome. Strenuous. Stressful. Takes far more time than it really should.

He thinks it's the easiest job in the world.

The reward is so much greater than the investment. There's no sunk cost fallacy with you; even if it doesn't work out between the pair of you, he's hoping he'll at least heal the wounds left by someone else. Wants you happy and healthy, only. Always. Endlessly.

The sea that stretches in the distance and far beyond your eye-line is in a state of the rest. The moon has calmed the tides or so it seems. As you crouch down, feet flat to the floor on the lawn, you hope she'll do the same for you.

There's a crunch of gravel in the distance, and you know exactly where it's coming from. Who's stepping across it in search of stars.

Part of you hates that he's awake so suddenly.

Most of you loves it.

Coming to crouch behind you, Jeongguks knees spread to either side of your body. Chin resting on your shoulder, he restrains from holding you—but only because he's aware of the fact you left. Doesn't want to trap you.

"Watcha doin," he mumbles, voice croaky, the heat of his body warming you up. "Fuckin' freezing, B. You've no trousers on."

Nor does he. In fact, he's dressed even more poorly than you are, in just a pair of boxers. Though summer is approaching, the nights here are still worthy of a padded jacket. Jeongguk's temperature is running warm, like it usually does when he sleeps. If he were to hug you—which he won't until he's certain you even want that—you'd realise this.

"S'not too bad," you say of the temperature, even though you know your nose must be ever so blushed.

"Is too," he counters quietly, the movement of his jaw as he talks forcing his chin to dig a little into your shoulder. It doesn't hurt, though. Never hurts. Jeongguk will never hurt you, not really. You do that all by yourself. "And you didn't answer me. What are you doing out here?"

"Couldn't sleep," you reply without giving him space to breathe, because honesty feels too daunting.

"Did you try?"

"To sleep?"

"Mhmm," he sleepily mumbles.

The truth of the matter is that no, you didn't. Imaginary sheep remain uncounted.

Turning your head to face him, you are pleased to see him in this state: hair fluffy, eyes puffy. He's never cuter than he is in times like these.

The moon reflects on his lip ring, specks of glitter still on his skin.

"Pretty," you say, 'cause you think he deserves to know exactly what he is.

"Pretty," he just repeats back. Is soft in his tone. Gentle. Calming.

Maybe it wasn't the moon you needed after all.

Jeongguk's lips are feathery as they brush with yours, closing down slowly. The application and removal of pressure works like clockwork, just like it always does, and the subtle swipe of his tongue against your lips is welcome. You reciprocate. Swipe your tongue against his, and encourage him to intrude—but he doesn't. Not really.

While yes, on a technicality, his tongue is in your mouth, it's not how it usually is. It's slow. Lamblike. A soft reminder of how tender he can be.

"Come back to bed," he says quietly, barely pulling away. "Wanna sleep with you." He clutches your jaw. Kisses you again, but this time lets his tongue stroke against yours a little more deliberately. "Want you to stay with me, B."

He's so much needier when he's sleepy. So much cuter. Daintier.

"Don't want you to ever leave," he whispers. Kisses you again, so that you can't reject his request.

Leave what? His bed? His life? His embrace?

He doesn't clarify, and you don't ask for it, either.

Instead, nose resting against his, eyes closed, a serene smile on your lips, you say, "Ever? I have to stay forever?"

Jeongguk nods. Kisses you quickly. "That'd be preferable."

But there's an all too large awareness looming on Jeongguk that you left .

History is repeating itself, and it's so much more bitter the second time around.

There's an embarrassment that comes with this acknowledgement.

Perhaps it's his own fault. Perhaps he hasn't really given you enough time to process everything. Hayun has always been a sticking point, and her being here has shifted the mood completely, but Jeongguk really thought progress had been made. That maybe you and him were starting to figure things out.

But you've both got experiences that taint this stage of falling for someone else. Your defences have been up ever since you came to realise that maybe you've been lying to yourself about your true feelings for Jeongguk.

So to look across dining tables and be confronted with the woman he once thought he'd marry?

It sorta killed you, a little—or at least it kills the idea of longevity with Jeongguk. A pact was made, after all, and Jeongguk is a man of his word.

It's all you can think about whenever you look at her, so fuck knows what he must be thinking about when he does.

He loved her once. Her, with her cherry red lips and feline smile. Her, with her ambition and her wit. Her, with everything that you're not.

Confusion comes with the confrontation of the girls once loved by the man you adore.

"Is it not strange?" you ask, turning to face away from him. "Having to be around Hayun all the time? Is it not awful for you? Don't you"—

"No," he interrupts your final question. Doesn't care to hear it. Knows you're in your head again over stupid shit. "B, how many times"—

"You were in love with her," you stress the words softly. A fight isn't what you're looking for. Not in the slightest. You're just trying to understand . "When I first met you, Gguk, you were in love with her."

Knowing what he knows now, feeling how he feels now, he isn't so sure.

"Was I?"

Ignorant to the fact that Jeongguk thinks you're incomparable to her, you don't fully trust his questioning.

"Yes."

Jeongguk takes a second. Knows that whatever he says next will dictate the rest of the conversation.

There's something about Hayun that just gets under your skin. No matter how much reassurance you get from him, there always will be. It's his own fault, he thinks. Knows that he's the one who informed your opinion, but fails to realise that you wouldn't have liked her regardless. She's just not your kind of person. Too critical in her gaze. Too stand-offish. It's really not hard to understand why she caused Jeongguk to develop a myriad of complexes.

"Well, what about Seokjin?" He questions now, not looking for a fight either, but definitely a little agitated in his tone. "If you're so over him, why were you comparing me to him earlier?"

"You know that's"—

"Different?" He scoffs, but still holds you. Holds you tighter, actually. "How? How am I meant to hear a comparison to your ex and not think you still have feelings for him?"

Funny, how similarly you view one another's exes.

Jeongguk is sick of Seokjin. Has met the fucker fewer than a handful of times, yet he has to bear the weight of his bad behaviour as if he's responsible for it. It's not fucking fair.

And yeah, maybe he's just tried, and a little cranky, and perhaps he should have just let you leave like you apparently so desperately wanted to—but that's the difference between him and Seokjin.

Jeongguk never wanted you to leave.

The gravity of his questioning is too sharp of a blow even for him. He lets you go. Pulls away from the embrace he's been keeping you safe in.

"I don't lie to you, B," he says, getting to his feet. The closeness he was begging for feels tainted, now. Forced. Uncomfortable. "I tell you everything ."

Everything except the part where I'm in love with you.

"I never said you didn't," you insist quietly, resentful of your brain for turning this into an argument. You don't want to argue with him. Not in the slightest. You don't understand why you are. "Don't go. Please."

"I don't get it," he stresses, his voice quiet, too. "You're pushing me away and yet you still want me close. I don't understand. B, I just... What am I supposed to do?"

The defeat in your sloped shoulders and furrowed brows when you get to your feet and turn to face him is evident. All you can do is shrug.

"Gguk, I'm scared."

He nods. Knows this. Is scared, too.

When you first met, you were both scared of what it could mean to get over your exes.

This is different. Seokjin is a fracture in time; a notch in your bedpost.

Jeongguk is so much more than Seokjin could ever be. Sure, he doesn't have his life figured out yet, and maybe you've both got room to grow—but you can grow with him. Together.

"Okay, so tell me," he encourages. Holds his hand out, and when you take it, he draws you closer. Strokes your arms. Presses a kiss to your forehead. "Tell me what you're scared of."

You're not very good with anatomy. If anyone was to ever ask you about the location of your heart, you're not sure you'd choose the correct side of your chest.

What you are sure of, is that if anyone was to ever peer inside it, the chambers of your heart would be full to the brim with the very essence of him.

They'd hear his laughter echo, and the way his hushed moans vibrate into nothingness. They'd find glitter, and gold; evidence of you and him coexisting just like you're supposed to.

They'd find origami birds, and tiny folded stars, too. Chess pieces and purple starfuckers; lip rings and lace bras hidden beneath pillows. They'd marvel at how such a small organ could be so flooded with evidence of another person—and if they were to see him the way in which you see him, then maybe they'd love him, too.

There's no denying it now.

To him, yes, but not to yourself.

You're in love with Jeon Jeongguk.

And it terrifies you.

"Hmm?" he implores you to open up to him.

"I wasn't supposed to like you this much," you feebly admit, because there's no chance in hell you're baring your soul just like that, but know that you at least have to give him something. Give him the chance to reject you. "But now I do, and I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

He's silent for what feels like a lifetime. In reality, it's maybe three, four seconds. No more than five. Just enough time for him to digest your words. They go above the territorial need of not wanting to share. They're an indication that maybe he isn't totally insane. That maybe he could love someone and be loved in return.

But he's leaping. Knows that there's a far stretch between 'like' and 'love'. A bridge needs to be crossed, and he doesn't know if you're willing to do that.

"Guess it depends," he says, trying to remain calm even if his heart is crashing against his ribs like the waves against the shore in the distance. Wants to kiss you. Thinks it's the only thing that will get his head straight. Swears you must be a fucking drug. He's having withdrawals. Needs you in his system.

"On?"

"Are you happy?"

A simple question without a simple answer.

Yes, you're happy. Happy with your life, with your friends, with your blooming potential within the local gallerist network. Happy when you're with Jeongguk, and happy whenever you think of him, too.

But you're delicate in such a way that happiness feels underserved. As if it will be stolen from you. You're unable to ever fully revel in it for fear of losing it.

Your hesitation is noticed, so Jeongguk meets you halfway. Pulls you close, and wraps his arms around you. Holds you tight. Says, "I think I'm happiest when I'm with you, B."

"You're just saying that," you mumble against his bare chest, and then realise how bloody cold he must be, even if he radiates nothing but warmth. Feel bad for dragging him away from comfort. "Look, let's just go to bed. We're both too tired for this shit. We can talk about it in the morning."

He just nods. Agrees. Follows your lead.

While his body is tired, Jeongguk's mind is not.

When you finally settle into sleep—in his room, this time—he's the one who can't drift off. Just sort of stares at you, and wonders how the fuck something so straightforward is so complicated.

He fails to realise that just because he knows he likes you too doesn't mean you know it.

It's not like he told you. Told you all sorts of lewd shit about your pussy, but never actually told you just how much he adores the way your body rocks a little when you laugh, nor how much he likes the almond-shape that you file your nails into. Has never told you how much he cherishes the fact you challenged him in the way you did on that first Dionysus night. Isn't even sure you remember it.

But he does.

Keeps the memories stored away in his mind where only the fondest of thoughts are allowed to go.

He's never given it much thought, but memories of Hayun go elsewhere. Somewhere between the sections reserved for painful and passive moments. Those sections self-delete the files. It's why he doesn't realise. Doesn't hold onto them.

But he holds on to you when he eventually sleeps.

And when you wake?

Holds you even tighter .

Stretching out a little, you curl back into comfort with him. "Morning."

"Morning, baby."

Oh, god . You're going to die .

He presses a kiss to your head. Hooks his leg over you so that you can't leave.

Yep. Death imminent.

"Sleep okay?" he asks, as if you weren't both outside at ass o'clock debating the very nature of you... 'friendship.'

Surprisingly, you did actually manage to sleep fairly well after it all. Had worn yourself out with all those mental gymnastics of yours.

Adjusting your head to look at him, you hum a confirmation. Spend a moment or so just taking him in.

Eyes shut, his dark lashes splay over the tops of his cheeks. The curves of his face contrast with the harshness of his angles; full cheeks, sharp jaw. Soft lips, hard lip ring. Delicate cupids bow, defined childhood scar along his cheekbone, indented on his freckled skin. A man of complexities, Jeongguk will always confuse you to a certain degree.

"Had a dream about you," he mumbles quietly. Is still half asleep.

"Oh yeah?" You smile, toying with some of his hair.

"Mhmm," he nods, the side of his face rubbing against the soft cotton on the pillowcases. Squeezes you even tighter. God, he loves being with you. "You said you like me."

And suddenly your cheeks flame. You try and squirm away, but he doesn't let you. Just laughs.

Knowing you as intimately as he does, Jeongguk knows you were bullshitting when you said you'd talk about it in the morning. Knows that he has to be the one to mention it, but knows that anything other than jokes about it will make you get all defensive.

"So cute, B," he teases, grip tight around you as you flounder.

"Fuck off!"

"You like me soooo much," he teases, because it's sweet, and it is cute, and it makes him feel all fuzzy inside. The way you're wriggling and trying to get out of his embrace confirms one thing: yes, he would still love you as a worm.

"I like it when you shut up," you scowl, accepting your fate of being trapped in his arms. You kinda hate yourself for admitting it. Kinda feel awful for the fact he's not said it back.

You fail to realise that it's because he's a boy, and is stupid.

But then again, so are you - how could you not know the poor boy is beside himself with giddy excitement over the fact you finally gave him an inclination as to how you feel.

"No," he grins, eyes still closed, arms still tight. "You like me."

"I think you're a tit."

He opens just a single eye. Pulls his head back, and sticks out his bottom lip. "Okay? We both know you like tits"—

" God ."

" Jeongguk , not God, baby," he corrects you. Calls you baby as if there's a ring around your finger and both of your names on a joint lease. "Sex God, yes, but just a mere mortal man unfortunately."

"You're so fuckin' annoying," you grumble—yet when he loosens his grip, your arm slinks around his waist instead.

"Gotta get up," he says. Forces you up with him. Sees your naked body for 0.1 seconds and drags you back to bed with him. Decides, "Breakfast can wait."

Though on a technicality, it could be argued that breakfast is exactly what he has before you eventually surface from his room half an hour later.

Hair half up in a claw clip, one of Jeongguk's shirts french-tucked into your jeans, there's a glow about you as you walk side by side up to the main house. He's talking nonsense about a film you've never seen, and you're just enjoying listening to him. You encourage his enthusiastic points, and promise that you'll watch it and compare notes with him.

By the time you approach the kitchen, everyone else is already there.

"What time do you call this?" Yoongi scolds, but Jeongguk just shrugs. Sort of positions himself in front of you. Reaches behind himself to tuck you a little further out of any judgemental eyes.

"Time you got a watch," Jeongguk deadpans.

Yoongi smiles. Doesn't actually give a shit. Is just teasing. "I've got a watch. It says it's about time you got a new joke."

"Oh, shit," Jeongguk gasps, then reaches into the pocket of his loose-fit jeans. Paired with a white vest and baggy sweatshirt, he's every bit the nineties heartthrob. The chain he always wears is on show, and it drives you a little wild. Rummaging around in his pocket —"I could have sworn I had a new joke in here"— everyone knows what he's gonna do.

They're proven correct when he pulls his hand out of his pocket, his middle finger pointing to the sky.

"You're a child," Namjoon grins.

Jeongguk doesn't deny it. Just beams as he sinks into the sofa, leaving a you-sized space next to him.

You glance over to Danbi, who outstretches her legs to fill the space beside her. Rids you of your options. Smirks in your direction. You're welcome.

Narrowing your eyes in her direction as you take your seat, Jeongguk seemingly abandons all previous restraints he had. Tucks his hand between your legs and holds your knee.

From across the room, Hayun's gaze burns into you.

And yet the soft stroke of Jeongguk's thumb against your legs soothes the scorching arrows she's firing at you.

The rest of the group are embroiled in conversations, the TV also on, so no one notices when you lean over to speak quietly, just loud enough for Jeongguk to hear you.

"Hayun's staring," you tell him, 'cause you've decided that playing it cool has done no one any favours so far.

You're a little bit insane, but Jeongguk already knows this. Likes it. There's no point trying to pretend like you're not just to one-up Hayun. Pretending like you don't care will only serve to hurt you in the long-run.

Jeongguk tilts his head to look at you. Lets a slightly lopsided grin settle on his lips as says, "Well, yeah." His eyes drop to your body, then back up to your lips. Linger for a moment. Finally reach your eyes again. "You look fit as fuck. I'd be staring, too."

"I don't think that's why she's staring."

"Okay," Jeongguk accepts, knowing that even if the conversation is unserious, you've mentioned it for a reason. His hand comes to tuck a little strand of hair behind your ear, then clasps your chin and tilts your head upwards. Gets you looking at him with narrowed eyes and a curious smile. His fingers drop to your collar, tweaking it a little, as he says, "I've had this shirt for years. She probably knows it isn't yours."

"Possession is, like, ninety percent of the law," you assure him, a little pouty, and it takes everything in him not to kiss you.

But you're with friends, and shit is still up in the air, and Jeongguk doesn't understand what the fuck is happening between the pair of you. He thinks you're a thing, but, like, he isn't sure and that makes this whole situation so incredibly messy.

What he does know is that Hayun could be screaming blue murder and he wouldn't give a shit. The more he comes to realise how nice it is to be with someone who actually treats him with an ounce of respect, the more he distances himself from his former feelings.

"Sounds like you're trying to exploit a legal loophole," he counters right back.

"So what if I do?" You say, shamelessly flirting in your quiet corner, friends ignorant. Your stomach is full of butterflies, charging around, wings tickling your insides. "Maybe I'll break the law on purpose."

The way you hold your wrists together and present them to Jeongguk—knowing full well he kinda has this weird thing for wrists—is nothing short of cruel.

He knows exactly what you're insinuating. Knows he'd die to get you in a pair of cuffs. Instead, says, "Behave yourself."

It's no use. He's already got a semi.

Hayun is, at least, now in conversation with Taehyung. Something about the interview she had. You're not listening in.

There's also no need for Jeongguk to drag the flirt out. The primary purpose of it was to distract you. Keep your mind on him. Jeongguks secret weapon to ease your mind is to keep you locked on him.

Works every single time.

"You're trouble, B," he smiles fondly, before getting to his feet.

There's no discussion of where he's going—just through to the kitchen. Wants to adjust his trousers, and could also do with some water. You let him go, not really caring to stop him. Autonomy is a wonderful thing.

Instead, you just join in the conversation at hand: A debate over who won the Jilympics, for it was never declared the day before. You come to Seoyeon's defence. Insist your team won. Know full well you didn't.

When Jeongguk returns, you quickly say, "Right Gguk? You agree with me?"

He's got no fuckin' idea what you're on about. Says, "Yeah. Of course. You're right."

The smugness of your smile lets him know what a grave mistake he just made.

"Gguk!" Namjoon groans.

Jimin just smirks. Keeps the taunt of 'pussy-whipped bitch' to himself.

"What?!"

"His word is final," you assert before any clarification can be given. "Power in numbers. More people think our team won"—

"Wait, what?!"

"Shhh, Gguk, I'm doing important business," you hush him—but suddenly your mouth is covered by his palm.

"Don't listen to her!" He wails. "She's a fraud!"

Naturally, the only thing you can do in this situation is bite his finger.

"Ah— shit . Mother fucker!"

"What Jeongguk means to say is Team Seoyeon won," you smile with such nonchalance that your friends can't help but laugh at how ridiculous and petty both you and Jeongguk are.

Match made in heaven, some would say.

When he sits back down, he just sits straight on you. Is deliberately annoying. Not a single person bats an eyelash. It's expected of him. They've known him long enough to know what he's like. In fact, there are only a few laps in the room that haven't been sat on by Jeongguk and his need to be a petulant brat.

Nobody sees—'cause Jeongguk's obscuring you—but you bite him again. Just the shoulder blade. He's sitting in such a position that you can't move your hands, so it's your only real offensive weapon.

It's cute, Jeongguk thinks. Cute that you think you're strong enough to hurt, and cute that you've chosen to bite him. He turns his head over his shoulder. Mumbles, "Careful. I'm into that."

In all honesty, he's passive when it comes to using teeth in the bedroom. Likes a little bite on occasion, but by no means needs it. Just knows that you'll recoil in disgust, and it'll make him laugh.

You do just as he expects.

And like clockwork, he giggles to himself. Slides off your lap, but remains a little sprawled over you, just 'cause he can be.

Again, no one really pays it much notice.

Instead, the morning crawls on by. There's no attempt to hurry it up. In all honesty, the constant activities have worn everyone out.

If Jeongguk and Hoseok hadn't planned such a chill afternoon, then they would have been tempted to cancel it in favour of chucking a movie on the TV.

Much like your birthday—and actually inspired by it—they get everyone crafting. In this case, it's painting. A couple dozen canvases have been purchased, and the rest of the supplies were sneakily stolen from your place of work by Hoseok. You recognise it all—the brushes, the paints, the aprons—and find yourself laughing.

So often watching other people paint, you never really get the chance to do it yourself. It's a shame, considering how much you enjoy it. You're no Picasso, but you're not bad.

The rules are simple for the activity, so much as the fact that there are no rules. Knowing that their activity would fall towards the end of a busy weekend, the boys had settled on something of a little slower pace.

A playlist of chill songs curated by Jeongguk hums from the speaker in the kitchen, the large glass doors open, turning the lawn and house into a hybrid space. The supplies are kept inside, but you all opt to paint outside.

Laying flat on your tummy, you're painting the view ahead of you. It's all shades of blue and little else, an uninterrupted horizon that extends for miles upon miles.

In a small cluster with Danbi and Hoseok, it's nice to be with your people.

Yoongi and Seoyeon are in their own little world, doing portraits of one another, and Taehyung has roped the rest of the boys into posing for him in human pyramid formation. Jeongguk and Namjoon are stable as the bottom pillars, with Jimin taking the top spot.

You're not really sure what Nabi and Hayun are doing. Choose not to glance their way. It's a shame, because you really do like Nabi.

The awkwardness is beginning to grate on you. All you want is an easy life.

Regardless of the current state of affairs, once upon a time, Hayun had been liked by everyone here. She was a fundamental part of the friendship group. It sort of makes you think that maybe you should make an effort with her.

Not in some lame-ass attempt to be a 'cool' girl. You've already decided that you don't care to be one. Moreso as a white flag. You intend on sticking around, and so you're gonna have to learn to live with one another.

"I'm not saying I want to be besties with her," you tell Danbi. "But it wouldn't hurt to at least try and find some common ground, would it?"

Danbi mulls it over. Isn't so sure. Doesn't really think you should have to make an effort at all.

"Look, I won't lie," you add on when Danbi doesn't respond quickly enough. "She irritates me, but what else am I supposed to do? Can't go through life acting as if she doesn't exist."

"You can," Danbi assures you. "I would."

As much as you know this to be absolutely true, you're just not wired in the same way as Danbi.

The very first night you met Hayun, you were unable to keep your cool. Argued with her over the dumbest shit just because you were so incensed that she had the audacity to question your presence in Jeongguk's life.

Things are different, now.

You're secure in your place. He's made it that way. Made it clear that he puts you above Hayun.

He's trying.

It's only fair that you try, too.

When Jeongguk finally comes to join you, also laying flat on his tummy, but opposite you on the other side of your canvas, you choose against raising the topic. Decide not to tarnish the simplicity of him choosing to be with you now with any negative thoughts.

Not looking at him as you mumble nonsense about nothing, you continue to add hues of blue to the canvas, and don't object when he picks up a thin brush and starts to add pretty little stars in your sky.

Painting has always been a group activity for the pair of you. He can put it in the living room next to your tits.

The afternoon dissolves into an easy state of being. Mindless chatter is paired with the act of quite literally watching paint dry, but no one finds it boring. Respite had been needed, and you're quietly smitten with the fact that Jeongguk is one of the masterminds behind it. So big brain of him. So sexy.

Lazing next to you, paint smeared on his cheeks by your messy fingers earlier that afternoon, Jeongguk really can't be bothered to shower before dinner. Moans and groans, until you say you'll shower with him.

He's up and on his feet, holding a towel by his door within no time at all.

"Chop chop," he tells you, pretty face ever so pleasant. Eyes wide and round, there's something about him—hair dishevelled, skin covered in paint—that just takes you back to the early days. Gets you grinning from ear to ear.

Holding out his hand as you stand, Jeongguk pulls you closer. Presses a teeny tiny kiss to your lips, 'cause he can't ever seem to stop now that the boundary has been broken down.

"We're a mess," you smile against his lips.

Literally and figuratively.

And as you step out of his room, hand in hand with lovesick smiles on your lips, only to find Nabi and Hayun doing their makeup for the evening ahead in the communal sitting room, you realise things are about to get a whole lot messier.

[neonravengames]

⚘ Sword of Spring ⚘ Romance Options

Throughout your time in Tir Arandor, you'll be able to bond with other characters.

Some things to note:

All ROs are playersexual. Meaning you can romance them no matter what your gender is.

You can be Asexual

All explicit scenes can be skipped.

These relationships will span over multiple years, and the ages listed are the characters' ages during their 'commitment' scene.

The (current) poly option is Taryn/MC/Ali

Taryn - They/Them

Taryn, the second-born of the royal family, is a whirlwind of laughter and energy in a world that often feels too serious. With a sharp wit and a playful spirit, they bring a sense of joy to the stifling halls of Tir Arandor. But behind their humorous facade lies a deep struggle. Often called "The Spare," Taryn yearns for change, craving the freedom to carve their own path, yet they often feel powerless and trapped by the weight of their birthright. While their father supports Taryn's whimsical nature, their older brother—Lucian—watches with a mix of exasperation and concern. He carries the expectations of the kingdom on his shoulders and often finds Taryn's antics annoying, even as he understands the pressure they both face. As the responsibility of royal duty looms closer, Taryn finds themselves torn between their desire to be true to themselves and the role they must eventually embrace. Will you stand by Taryn as they navigate the treacherous waters of court life? Or will your growing feelings for them complicate their journey towards destiny?

Rhiannon - She/Her

Rhiannon is a formidable presence within the castle, a wall of strength and discipline as the best swordsman in Tir Arandor. With her striking red hair and unwavering focus, she commands respect in every training session and fight. But behind her stoic facade lies a heart riddled with doubts and fears that she dares not show. As the oldest child of the castle blacksmith, Rhiannon has trained tirelessly to prove herself worthy of respect—not just from the court but from the family she fiercely protects. Her loyalty to Taryn and the royal family runs deep, and she would lay down her life to fulfill her duty. However, earning her respect is no easy feat; she expects nothing less than absolute dedication from herself and those around her. If you can break through her defenses, the bond you forge will be unbreakable, and she may be your greatest ally or your most formidable opponent. Will you help her confront the fears that haunt her, or will your growing feelings complicate her already tumultuous world?

Lirien- He/Him

Lirien sweeps into the court of Tir Arandor like a whisper of wind through the Shadowbloom. Playful, charismatic, and brimming with secrets, he quickly becomes a figure of intrigue and danger. As the Fae ambassador, Lirien carries with him the weight of Val'Arath’s mysteries, never revealing more than he chooses to. His motives are as elusive as his smile, and his every word dances between truth and deception as he balances the unpredictability of Human/Fae relations. Despite his light-hearted demeanor, Lirien is anything but careless. There’s an edge to his charm, and his playful flirtations are laced with a deeper, more dangerous game. Will you risk getting closer to him, knowing the secrets he keeps could unravel everything? A relationship with Lirien may be intoxicating, but the price of his affection could be higher than you imagine.

Morgan - Female/NB (maybe)

Morgan serves as the apprentice to the king’s magic advisor, quietly mastering the arcane arts within the castle’s stone walls. With an analytical mind and a keen understanding of magical theory, Morgan is often reserved, preferring the company of dusty tomes and ancient scrolls to the political intrigues of the court. Their distant demeanor hides a fierce intellect and a deep curiosity about the world—and about you. While their loyalty to the crown is unwavering, Morgan is not without ambition. They seek knowledge and power, but also connection, something deeper that may lie beyond the realms of conventional magic. Your relationship with Morgan could blossom into a powerful bond, though magic always comes with a price. Will you explore the mysteries of the arcane together, or will the secrets they guard come between you?

Sorin - Selectable

Quiet, kind, and ever watchful, Sorin has devoted their life to healing others. As the castle’s healer, their days are spent mending wounds and tending to the sick. They rarely speak of their own pain, preferring to pour their energy into helping those in need. With healing magic that requires as much strength as it does compassion, they stand as a beacon of calm in the midst of the court’s chaos. But behind their gentle smiles lies a deeper hurt—one they’ve kept hidden for years. Will you be the one to earn their trust and help them confront the scars they carry? A relationship with Sorin/Sylvie is one of patience and empathy, requiring you to look past their exterior and discover the resilient heart that beats beneath.

Ali - Selectable

Alister/Alista (Ali) is the person chosen to marry Taryn, a union forged out of political necessity rather than love. The ninth born to a distant noble house with a reputation for ambition, they’ve been raised to fulfill the expectations of the court. Graceful, intelligent, and always composed, they are well aware of the duties that come with their position. While they seem resigned to their fate, there’s a quiet yearning beneath the surface—whether it’s for freedom from their obligations or a deeper connection with Taryn, even they may not fully understand. As the royal betrothal takes shape, your arrival throws everything into question. Will you challenge the expectations placed upon them or help forge a lasting bond with Taryn that’s more than mere politics?

[bunnyluvx]

spring is my favorite season.

featuring: niran pruksamanee (lifeweaver) x m/non-binary!reader.

summary: you learn new things about yourself after a late-night study session with your best friend.

warnings: n/a.

tags: vishkar student niran and reader | best friends who should definitely kiss | serious pining from niran | oblivious reader | domestic fluff | gender-neutral and masc terms used for reader (ex. "monarch" and "sir" in a silly way)

a/n: HEYYYY GUYS!! i didn't realize that july was the last time i posted eyfubino i am so sorry. i struggled with finding an idea for a new fanfic but i finally got one!!!! im honestly really happy with how this turned out, i have been wanting to get into overwatch for a really long time and i finally have it on my switch so i have been going CRAZY. everything may not be completely accurate with this so please forgive me if i missed something with the story. as far as i know, ow lore is really screwy so everyone has kind of made their own story and this is a brief look into my interpretation of things before niran joined overwatch. hope you guys enjoy!!!!!!!

date started: 8:01PM, september 7th, 2024.

date finished: 8:27PM, september 11th, 2024.

wc: 3k

ao3

Quiet swarms throughout the hallways of the building. Vishkar's dorms are surprisingly relatively peaceful. Though they don't come without their commotion, it brings enough solace to its residents so that they can go about their business uninterrupted. You disturb the silence when you exit your room, the door clicking closed at your side and your key sliding into the lock to secure it. Once finished, you walk three doors down and knock. You carry an armful of books and papers, resting the stack on your hip while you wait for the door to open. You barely have to practice your patience, for the door swiftly clears your path and your vision is greeted with a new sight.

On the other side is a tall young man with tan skin, long white hair tied up into a bun on the back of his head. Wearing a loose, white button-up shirt, black pants and a smile stands Niran Pruksamanee, your best friend. You met in one of the school's labs when you were working on your respective projects, and he was curious about yours, so he asked you about it. You discussed your works, exchanged contact information and the rest is history. The friendship that you have developed with Niran is one that you have needed all of your life. Throughout your years, you have wondered if anybody was going to care for you as much as you did for them, to match your energy in all things. You have not wondered that since you found Niran. He is your person, through thick and thin, and you could not want anyone else.

"You're here! It's about time." The man greets you, stepping aside while keeping the door ajar. "I thought that I was going to have to start without you."

You roll your eyes playfully, a crooked grin on your face as you walk in. "Yeah, yeah, relax, drama queen. Your gracious monarch has arrived."

The door closes behind you as you kick off your shoes, replacing them with a pair of blue slippers that Niran bought just for you. When you turn around, Niran's hands rest over his heart, his eyes turned up away from you. "Oh, my dearest, I have missed you so! I could have withered away from the ache alone! Wherever have you been?"

You decide to play into the charade, a little smirk playing on your lips as you take one of Niran's hands and pull him closer to you. "So sorry to keep you waiting, darling, I was asleep in the royal chambers. Could you ever forgive my tardiness?"

Eyes slightly widen and the smile falters from his lips in surprise for only a moment before his face relaxes and the smile returns. "Perhaps. But only if you prepare our feast tonight."

You break your character with a chuckle and release his hand, letting yours drop to the side. "Fine. Let's go."

With that, you both walk to Niran's room. You bump the door open with your hip, Niran heading to the door opposite to his room to grab a chair for you to sit on. You move to the desk and carefully set your stack of belongings onto the desk that sits directly across from the entrance, turning around to meet your best friend's eyes to ask, "Where's Satya?"

When you turn around, the white-haired man has already entered the room with your seat, rolling it behind you and taking a seat in the chair that already stood in front of the desk. "She is in the labs. She won't be back for awhile."

You glance at the seat that Niran pulled up for you, eyes looking back to him. "You're sure it's okay if I use her chair?"

Niran waves off your concern, leaning back. "Of course it is! Satya won't mind as long as we put it back when we're done with it."

You nod before turning to look at Niran's desk. It's littered with papers, stationary items messily placed into organizers and two lights resting near the corners of his desk on the edge. Your dearest friend has never been very put-together when it comes to his study spaces. You can tell when he has been working on something for days at a time without sleep when his room looks like a tornado went through it. Luckily for him, you are always there to remind him to take breaks to take care of himself.

While he does that, you clean and organize his desk, slipping papers into folders and setting them aside. You always make sure to label them too, so that when he returns to his work, Niran will know where everything is. You also cook for him, run him baths, do his laundry, anything that needs to be taken care of is a task that you are willing to take on. He always tells you how grateful he is when you're done too, and despite you telling him not to, he manages to somehow return the favor.

"Let's clear all of this up first, then we can get started." You instruct, moving to slide some of the papers towards you to pick up.

Niran salutes to your command and responds with, "Yes Sir!"

This makes you laugh, and together, you remove all of the unneeded materials from the desk to make room for both of your things. Working together makes it go much faster, and you're both able to start working before you know it. In between the focused silences, you converse and laugh over the latest gossip that you've overheard from other students. How it is that being around Niran makes your ability to focus so much better and so much worse at the same time is beyond you, but spending time with him like this is something that you always welcome.

Almost two and a half hours pass before you check the time, reading seven-thirty PM. You figure that you both could use a break, plus you need to fix dinner up. You practically have to drag Niran away from his task, but once you did and got him onto the couch, he didn't put up a fuss. You decided to make Tom Yum soup, something for the both of you to enjoy and that will leave you content for a few hours. The scent catches NIran's attention, moving his head up from his phone to you in the kitchen. "Is that Tom Yum?" He asks curiously, a smile gracing his lips.

"Yup. Figured it will motivate us." You confirm, stirring the large pot that brews before you.

A few brief moments of silence follow with your reply, which you find odd, until you feel strong arm come around your waist from behind. Your study buddy's chin rests on your shoulder and his eyes close, his voice rumbling a hum from low in his throat. "You know me so well."

Displays like this aren't exactly uncommon in your relationship. Holding hands while walking, draping arms around shoulders or waists, sitting in each other's lap, cuddling and napping, name it, you've probably done it together. Most of the time, you don't think about it too much, as you do not have shame when it comes to the way that you love your friends and how you express it. But there are times with Niran, that it feels different. Keeping you close to his side around strangers, or holding you tightly when you lay on top of him are examples that come to mind. Not to mention the fact that both of you refer to each other as soulmates, and gush for hours about each other to your friends. You would never tell Niran this, of course, but he seems to have no problem letting you know how much he adores you.

You know that your best friend is pansexual, but never once have you thought that he could have any feelings for you. If he had romantic feelings for you, then he would have told you by now. Your communication with each other is very open and straightforward, so if he had something to tell you, then he would. You yourself have only ever liked women, as far as you are concerned, so there is definitely nothing going on between the two of you. But if that's the truth, then why does your heart feel like it's about to leave your body??

You are frozen where you stand, your cheeks becoming brightly colored as the familiar sensation of the man's arms encases you in a protective warmth. Your eyes are blown wide, and your lips press together tightly. You've noticed recently that whenever he hugs you, your heart thrums a little faster in your chest. You brushed it aside, thinking that it was just excitement from the dearest person in your life showing you affection, but this is an entirely new level. You feel like you're in middle school, holding hands with your girlfriend in the halls for the first time. Everything in your body is screaming things that you can't understand, and your brain feels foggy. You have never reacted so extremely to his hugs before, so why is it now that you feel like you are about to combust where you stand??

Niran takes notice of the tension in your body quickly, lifting his chin from your shoulder to look at your face and ask, "Are you alright?"

You blink free from your daze, and glance at the man behind you. "I-I'm fine!"

A small frown tugs on his lips as he sees that you are very clearly not fine. "Are you uncomfortable? I can stop if you do not want me to do this."

Your cheeks only become brighter as you turn to him, his arms momentarily sliding off of your waist when you scramble to answer, "N-No! Nononononnononnnonnono, I am not uncomfortable at all! It's fine, Niran, really."

The man tilts his head, frown still curled in a pout on his face. "You're sure?"

You nod to him, a wobbly smile twitching on your lips. "Y-Yes! Yes, everything is fine, I promise."

Deciding to trust your words, NIran nods. "Alright, but you are more than free to tell me to get off if you want me to, okay?" He reminds you, wanting to ensure your comfort with him.

You nod again. "I know. I will, I promise." You reassure him, only then does he become content with your answer and step forward to return your back against his chest and his arms around your waist. His chin props itself onto your shoulder, and you quietly return to the pot in front of you.

The silence lasted long enough for the blush on your cheeks to dissipate, tension mostly leaving your muscles. The butterflies in your stomach persistently flutter around, but you try to play it cool. Niran does not make this easy for you, a smirk curling onto his lips as he lifts his chin from its resting spot a little as his eyes meet yours from the side. "Don't tell me that you're falling for me."

A cruel soul your friend is, for the butterflies in your stomach spread throughout the rest of your body. Your shoulders rise from the tension, and your body whips around to face his. "Niran!!" You exclaim, the heat rising in your face drastically.

Your reaction makes him laugh, arms hovering over his stomach before one moves so that his hand rests on his hip. The other rises to his chin, metal fingers gently stroking it as he looks away to pretend to be pondering. "Hmm, well..it was only a matter of time, I suppose. Everybody falls for me eventually. I'm not surprised."

You laugh at his confidence and gently push him backwards before turning back to your shared dinner. An open-mouthed smile stretches its way onto his lips as he watches you, an amused huff passing through his nose before he folds his hands behind his back and steps forward. "So? Are you?" He questions further, a mischievous grin on his face that says that he's trying to pull more reactions out of you.

Instead of answering his question, you turn off the stove and grab two bowls from the cabinets next to you. You pour out two servings and hold one out to him. "Here, eat." You redirect him, the tan man letting out an elongated sigh before taking the bowl you offer to him and stomping to the couch.

You chat throughout the meal, and you swear that a conversation with Niran is never a conversation without laughter. He always knows the punchlines to make and just how to make them so that you'll remember it for weeks afterwards. Not a day goes by where he does not make you giggle at least once, and every time he is able to draw one from you, he feels accomplished. If making you laugh is the only thing that he will ever do right in this world, then he's okay with that.

After finishing dinner, you both return to studying. You worked relentlessly for hours, only taking one break to grab a snack and water without counting bathroom breaks. What happened while you were preparing dinner remained in the back of your mind the entire time that you worked. If you could have stayed in his arms like that forever, you would have without hesitation. His embrace brings a comfort that you long for every moment that you are not in it, and you believe that nothing can compare to it. It is warm, loving and everything you could ever want. None of this means that you're falling in love with him, though, right? His teasing rings around in your brain ruthlessly, a question that you're sure wasn't meant to be taken seriously, but now, it has seeped well past your physical body and latched onto your conscious.

Your head spins non-stop the closer all of these thoughts were to the front of your mind, so you decided to work even harder to try to ignore it. When Niran noticed that you were starting to get sleepy and almost nodding off to sleep, he told you to sleep in his bed. You insisted that you were fine, that you didn't need to sleep, and as much as he wanted to pick you up and throw you onto the bed to make you sleep, he resisted and decided to let you meet the consequences of your actions when you would wake up tomorrow with a sore neck and back. You eventually did pass out over the desk, head tucked in your arms snuggly.

Niran didn't notice that you had passed out until almost an hour after, his eyes drifting up from the book in his hands to check on you. Seeing you all tuckered out over his desk brings a smile to his face. You have always pushed yourself far past your limits, much like him. Maybe that's why the two of you are so good for each other, and why he likes you so much. You are one in the same, and you always take care of one another. When he needs someone to ramble to, you are his person, and when you are feeling down, he is the one that picks you up. More than anything, he loves you, and knowing that you are in it for the long haul brings him more joy than he could ever express to you.

He has been in love with you for a very long time. The teasing, the "jokes", the attention and affection that he gives you are very real, and he has been waiting for you to realize his feelings for a very long time. He hasn't told you yet for that reason, not to mention how funny he finds your obliviousness. The man sets his book onto the desk and stands from his seat, grabbing a big, fluffy blanket from his bed and returning to his seat. He slides right next to you and wraps the blanket around both of your shoulders comfortably. His arms rest crossed on the desk and adjusts the blanket on his shoulders a little before tucking his head against them closely, brown eyes taking the time to admire your sleeping face. Nothing could wipe away the lovesick smile on Niran's face as he is blessed with this moment, where he gets to cherish the peace that is designated for just the two of you. Curse the heaviness that weighs into his eyes as they slow to a close, for he wanted to look at you just a little bit longer before falling asleep.

You do not expect what you see when you awaken the next morning. Your eyes peel open to a familiar face, fast asleep directly in front of yours. It takes you a few seconds to realize how close Niran is to you, your spatial awareness clouded by sleepiness. But oh, once you recognize that there is no space between your faces, your cheeks are set ablaze. You are wide awake now, eyes blown completely open and body still as stone. Your instincts tell you to back up, but you are far too flustered to bring yourself to move. There's also part of you that doesn't really want to move. You have been in close proximity to Niran when you have cuddled before, but now, you can take the time to gaze at him uninterrupted. His sleeping face is relaxed and his hair falls into a pool of angel wing white behind his head. Compared to the smug persona that he dresses himself with on a daily basis, he looks serene in this moment. Oh, how you wish that you had the ability to stop time, because if you could, you would pause everything just so that you could look at him more.

…Fuck.

@BUNNYLUVX ,, all rights reserved. do not copy/plagiarize any of my works or submit it into ai. any and all support is appreciated! <3

[upsidedownpaycheck]

Doc 101

Shout Out for the 200+ followers!! Here's a New Story (including links to the original owners). I'm not the best of writers but meh, hope everyone enjoys :]

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Doc 101:

In the early stages of the fourteen hundreds, there was an undiclosed yearing for what seems to be a very odd doctor. She was avoided at all costs and there were reports of hearing metalic tables rumbling loudly at certain times of the early-misty night by late-night folks who happened to pass by. It was never really made clear on what caused these sounds however, people dared not to inspect her activity when she carries out all her strange projects-- until one patient decided to investigate, Patient 101(one-oh-one) AKA "The Private Eye Nearby".

Like any visit to a doctor, a client needs to book their session with a valid reason in order to get checked upon by one. It was a very common occurrence for the night to be chilly, one could see the carbon dioxide exiting the mouth of another as if it were steam coming out of a hot cup o' soup, this was a perfect opportunity that the Doc used to prep a warm welcome to her clients before proceeding into her lair.

Patient 101 describes the doctor as "well defined, pleasant and friendly" he recalls the Doctor to have a very soothing voice. The detective tries to take note of everything along the way to her lair, mainly focusing on her features. She (The Doc) also mentions that he is her first male patient and would love to hear any questions they he has in mind. This was phenomenal to 101 as it provides him the chance to interview her during the checkup. The interrogation consisted of several phases.

Phase 1: The Handle The Doc prepares her files and equipment and lowers the height of the table. Patient 101 is asked to lie on the table while a cozy fire keeps the room well-lit and warm for the both of them. He keeps a small book and quill to document everything

Phase 2: The Interview (101 Opens the conversation:) "You treat your patients so lovely, why all the bad rumors?" The Doc Feels 101's heartbeat

The Doc: "Breath in" "People don't like things they don't understand and my 'lair' doesn't help better my situation" "breath out"

Detective: "What situation?" The Doc takes her hand off 101's chest

The Doc: (Fetches Equipment for the table) "forget I said that" She tries to change the topic and although she looks away from 101… her eyes suddenly becomes teary

Detective: (Takes his Jacket off) "But you have customers here everyday! it is believed that you 'hide' their bodies and conduct strange projects on them?"

The Doc: the silence is loud while some time passes by (she wipes her teary eyes) "Those aren't bodies, they are realistic dummies I made to research something I'm working on"

Detective: "What are you researching?"

The Doc: she maintains her focus and measures 101's pulse with her fingers

"The problem you have at the moment, Cardiac Arrhythmias. The reason for your visit."

Detective: (stares into her eyes) "Well what more do you need to know if you have been doing research on it everyday?"

The Doc: The question caught her off guard and she couldn't help but to Blush in response "Um, well you know I've been working on like I said, uh research, I'd say it's for an emergency solution. It works by using a set charge of electrical energy that will send a great amount of current into a person which will grant the cardiac muscles in their heart enough energy to function again, provided that the moment of contact between the person and the current is true"

The Detective: (The Doc gently pushes her patient at the central chest to lie on the table) "How do you manage to access such levels of that 'set charge' you mentioned?"

The Doc: (Measures lower abdominal pulse) "When I rub a certain material long enough (She smirks), it stores this static energy which converts into this charge after it makes contact with special materials, It's not witchcraft like people think it is"

The Detective: (giggles) "Soo what does this all achieve?"

The Doc: "It saves lives, it stops you from dying, it…"

The Detective: "Brings you back to life from the dead, how is that not witchcraft?"

The Doc: "Your heart, my heart and everyone else's twists, pumps and beats because of this charge energy, when your heart stops then it means that it lacks this energy and needs more of it to continue working"

The Detective: "Interesting…mind if you show me a demonstration? I believe that this is related to my condition after all" (101 places his palm on her chest) The Doc: "I don't know if that's a good idea. I don't want to kill my first patient"

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[Audio link: https://youtu.be/nePPoZhUJds] The Detective: "I thought I was only your first male patient?"

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[coven-of-genesis]

How to use crystals

Crystals can be used in various ways to harness their energies and benefits. Here are some common methods of working with crystals:

Meditation: Hold a crystal in your hand or place it nearby while meditating. Focus your attention on the crystal, allowing its energy to support your meditation practice and enhance your intentions.

Crystal Grids: Create a crystal grid by arranging multiple crystals in a specific geometric pattern. This combination of crystals amplifies their energies and intentions. Select crystals that align with your goals and place them in a pattern that resonates with your intention.

Wearing or Carrying: Wear crystals as jewelry or carry them in your pocket or purse throughout the day. This allows you to benefit from their energies and keep them close to you as a reminder of your intentions.

Placing in Your Environment: Position crystals in your home or workplace to enhance the energy of the space. You can place them on a windowsill, desk, or any area where you spend time. Choose crystals that align with the desired energy of the space.

Charging & Cleansing: Crystals absorb and radiate energy, so it's important to cleanse and charge them regularly. You can cleanse crystals by placing them under running water, burying them in the earth, smudging them with sacred herbs, or using other methods that resonate with you. To charge them, place them in sunlight, moonlight, or on a selenite charging plate.

Intention Setting: Before using a crystal, set your intention and focus your thoughts and energy on the desired outcome. Program the crystal with your intention by holding it in your hands, visualizing your intention, and speaking or mentally stating your affirmation.

Healing Practices: Crystals can be used in various healing practices, such as placing them on specific parts of the body during meditation or energy healing sessions. Explore different crystal layouts and techniques that align with your healing needs.

Remember, each crystal has unique properties, so it's essential to research and understand the specific attributes and energies of the crystals you are working with.

Trust your intuition when choosing crystals and experiment with different methods to find what resonates best with you.

[camisoledadparis]

STORY: Finance Bros on Business

When Rafael and Wyatt get sent on a business trip, a raunchy movie leads these two young, straight finance bros to do things they never imagined they would.

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Chapter 1 

Sorry this one is kind of long, but I promise it's worth it!

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Rafael and Wyatt worked at a small, relatively new investment firm in Hartford. They didn't know each other very well, as Rafael had started fairly recently, but they seemed to get along just fine in the few interactions they had together. The firm had sent them on an overnight business trip to New York City for a multi-day conference that could yield a lot of valuable connections for the firm. Rafael and Wyatt carried their bags up, and Rafael slid the key card into the door. They’d been on the road for a few hours, and they were ready to finally unwind—if only for a few minutes. As the door clicked open, they were met with an unexpectedly spacious, well-appointed suite.

The firm, despite its modest size, had clearly decided to splurge a bit for their accommodations. The entryway was warm and inviting, leading into a living space with a small but functional kitchenette complete with a coffee maker, a mini-fridge, and a couple of polished countertops. There was a large couch facing a flat-screen TV, with a glass door to a balcony that overlooked the cityscape, the late afternoon sun casting a golden glow across the room. There was a sizable bathroom off the entryway, also connected to the bedroom.

“Not bad,” Rafael remarked, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Wyatt, meanwhile, dropped his bag and threw himself onto the couch with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Not bad? This place is amazing!” he exclaimed, giving the cushions an approving pat. This was his first business trip, too, and he seemed eager to make the most of every detail. They carried their bags to the bedroom, a comfortable, cozy setup with two queen-sized beds and another television on the wall.

With hardly enough time to catch their breath, Rafael glanced at his watch and raised his eyebrows at Wyatt. “Guess we’d better head down. The first session starts soon.”

Wyatt gave a dramatic sigh but sat up, straightening his tie. They grabbed their notebooks and laptops, did a quick mirror check, and left the suite, heading down to the lobby to catch a cab. The conference center wasn’t far from the hotel, but their schedule was packed with back-to-back sessions—workshops, seminars, and panels on everything from emerging market trends to new tech and strategy innovations. The day was a blur of presentations, business cards, and hurried conversations. Both Rafael and Wyatt knew that by the time they returned to their suite, they’d be thoroughly exhausted.

The conference center was buzzing with energy, the air filled with a mix of formal greetings, excited chatter, and the rustle of name badges against suits. As Rafael and Wyatt navigated the lobby, they took a moment to take in the crowd. Finance professionals of all ages and backgrounds filled the space, each with a lanyard and a purposeful look.

They entered their first workshop, a session on emerging market trends. A panel of speakers took turns analyzing global economic shifts and their potential impacts on small and mid-sized firms. Rafael jotted notes rapidly, catching insightful comments and key stats he thought their firm might find valuable. Wyatt, meanwhile, listened intently, occasionally whispering to Rafael to ask if he'd caught a particular detail. It felt good to have someone there to bounce ideas off of—a sense of partnership started forming, subtle but reassuring.

Throughout the day, they moved from one session to the next. There was a mix of technical seminars, networking events, and open Q&A forums. At one panel, they met a few young professionals from other investment firms and exchanged business cards, discussing their respective strategies and challenges. It struck Rafael that, even though his own firm was small, many of the issues they faced were shared by firms twice their size.

As the hours wore on, fatigue started to set in. By the time they reached the final panel of the day, they were exhausted. When the session finally ended, they leapt up and got out of there as soon as they could.

Outside the conference center, they hailed a cab, settling into the worn leather seats with a collective sigh of relief. The city lights streaked past as they made their way back to the hotel, a quiet, comfortable silence settling between them. Wyatt stared out the window, watching the blur of people and lights, while Rafael leaned back, feeling the day’s exhaustion settle over him like a heavy blanket.

Once back at their suite, they dropped their bags by the door, kicking off their shoes before making their way to the couch. Rafael practically fell onto one end, while Wyatt plopped down on the other, letting out a long, exaggerated sigh as he sank into the cushions. They sat there in silence for a moment, the hum of the city muffled through the suite’s thick windows, feeling the day’s tension gradually ease away.

Wyatt broke the silence first. “Man, that was intense,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever been to anything that packed before.”

Rafael chuckled, nodding in agreement. “Same here. I mean, I knew it’d be busy, but I didn’t expect… well, that.” He gestured vaguely, as though trying to capture the whirlwind of information, networking, and near-constant note-taking.

Wyatt grinned. “Hey, at least we’ll have plenty to tell the team back home. If we can remember half of it.”

"Don't look at me, I actually took notes!" Rafael replied.

They laughed, the shared exhaustion turning their amusement into something bordering on delirium. After a beat, Rafael stretched, glancing at the clock. “Should we grab some food? There’s gotta be a decent room service menu.”

Wyatt’s eyes lit up. “Now you’re talking. I was actually craving pizza earlier.”

Rafael grabbed the menu from the coffee table and started scanning it. “Perfect. Let’s go all out—pizza, maybe some wings, and… ooh, look, they have cheesecake.”

“Done,” Wyatt said, nodding eagerly. “After today, I think we’ve earned it.”

A quick call to room service, and soon they were awaiting their feast. While they waited, they each kicked back, and Wyatt put a movie on the TV that they'd never seen before. Having worn restraining business attire all day, they undid their belts and unbuttoned their shirts, exposing their ripped bodies.

The food arrived in record time, filling the room with the rich, comforting aroma of cheese, garlic, and marinara. They each grabbed a slice and dug in, savoring the first real break they’d had since arriving in the city. As they ate, they found themselves discussing not only the day’s events but also bits and pieces about their lives outside of work. Rafael mentioned his move to Hartford, his adjustment to city life after growing up in a smaller town. Wyatt talked about his fascination with financial technology and how he’d fallen into investment almost by accident after college.

When they finished eating, they turned their attention back to the movie. The movie was a light-hearted but NC-17-Rated comedy, one neither of them had heard of, but it provided just the kind of mindless entertainment they needed. Between bites of cheesecake and a few more laughs, the conversation drifted naturally, punctuated by funny scenes.

However, neither of them expected the particularly raunchy sex scene that the movie included. Wyatt let out a whistle. "Woah! Damn, she's a fucking smokeshow," Wyatt quipped as the female actress stripped off her shirt, exposing her massive breasts. Rafael, embarrassed, nodded along. "Hell yeah!" he agreed. She was most definitely turning Rafael on, but having grown up in a strict, religious household, he wasn't always comfortable with sexual discussions among male colleagues, and it embarrassed him that the stunning actress on screen had given him a massive, growing erection in front of another guy. If they'd been in a movie theater, he could at least hide it in the darkness, but his massive dick would soon be plainly visible as a bulge in his black pants. Rafael quickly crossed his legs.

Meanwhile, the male actor on screen stripped down too, and he started pleasuring the woman orally—the action occurring just off screen, but her face and the sounds she let out said it all. Even if it was fake, it was still hot as fuck. "Oh fuuuuck," Wyatt moaned, as he adjusted himself, his impressive bulge standing out. He began rubbing himself just outside his bulge, but not quite touching it yet. Rafael meanwhile, could feel his massive erection straining against his pants. Precum soaked through, creating a wet, dark spot on his nice suit pants.

"Holy fuck, I'm so hard," Wyatt moaned out, his breathing becoming heavy, before he reached down and started to rub himself through his pants, the outline of his massive cock now very visible. The statement made Rafael uncomfortable, but at the same time, he was barely restraining himself as it is. As Wyatt rubbed himself, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his raging hard-on, the big 8-inch pole sticking straight up as he started stroking it.

"Woah, what the fuck, dude?!" Rafael said in shock, as Wyatt just moaned. 

"Sorry, bro, can't help it," he said, his massive hand wrapped around his big cock, pumping it up and down. Wyatt turned around, caught Rafael's eye, and looked down at his bulging pants. "Looks like I'm not the only one who's hard," he said with a smirk. "Go ahead, I don't care."

"You want me to take it out?" Rafael asked, his face red with embarrassment. "You can't be serious!" Rafael felt it would be wrong, but at the same time, there was something about seeing Wyatt's big dick that made him feel bold and brave. His massive cock was clearly visible, the tip poking just slightly through his waistband and growing harder and harder by the minute. 

"No worries man," Wyatt said with a laugh. "But you can't watch that hot chick getting eaten out on screen and not want to rub your dick!"

"Ugh, fuck..." Rafael moaned as his cock throbbed against the fabric restraining it. "Okay, fine!" Rafael finally said, and he stood up, pulling off his pants to reveal his massive 10-inch schlong, covered in precum.

"Jesus, you're fucking huge, dude," Wyatt remarked as his eyes widened in shock and envy. 

Rafael stood, pumping his big dick, and turned to Wyatt. "You're not exactly small yourself," he said. He sat back down and started stroking himself in his hand, trying to ignore the hot guy next to him who was also rubbing himself. He wasn't used to masturbating in front of anyone—let alone another man, but the sight of Wyatt's massive pole had made him feel a sense of peer pressure, and the raunchiness of the movie was not helping at all.

"This chick is so hot," Wyatt moaned as he pumped his big dick in his fist, while Rafael did the same. "I wish she would give me a blowjob like that crazy girl I banged a few weeks ago. Fucking hell," he groaned as he moved his fist faster. Rafael looked over, feeling his cock get harder as he looked at Wyatt's big cock, which was now glistening with precum. "She had those fat tits and that big ass... Fuck, she loved sucking me off. You know, she almost made me cum down her throat," Wyatt moaned, his face contorted in pleasure. That girl could suck dick like you wouldn't believe."

Rafael, feeling the horniness of the situation, felt brave enough to reply. "Yeah, I know what you mean," he said, as he moaned. "A few weeks ago I went home with this chick who was a crazy good cocksucker."

The scene on screen was heating up, with the actress getting pounded, which had both guys moaning and stroking furiously. "God, she knows how to fuck," Rafael muttered, his cock getting ready to explode. He started bucking his hips as he stroked, his fist pumping in his hand. His big balls hung heavy as they watched the movie together, their mutual masturbation became more intense and more vocal. Wyatt pumped his cock until it was covered in his precum, which was leaking out and dripping onto his abs. Wyatt was close, but he wasn't quite ready to cum yet. Trying to distract himself from cumming, he took a break from jerking off his cock to lean over and take a peek at Rafael. He was tall, muscular, and had a massive cock.

"Damn, you've really got a big one," Wyatt said. He felt Rafael's cock, wrapping his hand around the thick shaft. The scene on the screen continued, and Rafael felt Wyatt's hand wrap around his massive pole. It was incredibly bold, but it felt amazing having Wyatt's large, muscled hand gripping him. Rafael's head shot back and he instinctively thrust into Wyatt's hand as his colleague squeezed him like a vice. 

"Fuck!" Rafael shouted. Wyatt stroked Rafael's cock up and down, making it harder and thicker. "Wait, what the fuck are we doing?" Rafael said, but he was still pumping his dick into Wyatt's fist. He had never been with a man, but it was feeling good to have Wyatt's strong, muscular hand around his cock. 

"Don't worry about it, just fucking enjoy it," Wyatt said as he sat up and repositioned himself next to Rafael, his own cock now pointing straight out towards Rafael. He'd never been with a guy either, but his extreme horniness and fascination with Rafael's massive cock had gotten the better of him.

Rafael took hold of Wyatt and started stroking him as well, his large hand working up and down the other man's dick, making Wyatt gasp. "Fucking hell, that feels amazing!" Rafael pumped the big pole with his fist, precum dripping out onto Wyatt's muscled abs. As Rafael stroked him, Wyatt moaned with pleasure. "oh fuck, you're really good at that," Wyatt said, his eyes half-closed in pleasure.

"Years of self-practice," Rafael moaned, matching Wyatt's strokes to his own. Their hands worked in unison, with Rafael stroking Wyatt and Wyatt jacking him at the same time. Their handjobs had a rhythm of their own, and it felt incredible to have each other's big cocks in their hands. "This is insane," Rafael groaned, but he couldn't stop, and Wyatt was still pumping Rafael's cock harder than ever. Wyatt's hands were massive, and he had a good stroke going on Rafael's cock. He used his precum for lube, sliding his hand up and down Rafael's shaft like a pro. Wyatt started rubbing Rafael's balls with his other hand, feeling their size as they hung heavy and full. Rafael moaned louder and pumped his cock into Wyatt's fist harder. "God fucking damn, you're making me so hard, dude," Rafael said. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" he said.

Rafael shot a massive load of cum into the air, which landed on Wyatt's ripped, muscular chest. Some of it even hit his face. "Holy shit, you cum like a fucking porn star," Wyatt said in amazement.

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"Shit, you made me cum like one," Rafael replied, still pumping the last drops from his cock. The feeling of his massive load shooting into the air had been incredible. Wyatt still held Rafael's cock and started to lick him clean. "What the fuck?!" Rafael gasped in surprise as he felt Wyatt's tongue run up his cock. Wyatt sucked the remaining cum out of Rafael's softening dick, which felt amazing. Rafael couldn't help but moan at the sensation of Wyatt's mouth on his sensitive dickhead. "Shit dude, that feels incredible," he said as Wyatt licked the cock. Wyatt had never tasted cum before, but he'd started licking Rafael before he even realized what he was doing, and at this point he just couldn't stop himself. It tasted surprisingly salty.

Rafael's cock started to get harder again. Wyatt He wrapped his lips around the pole and began taking the shaft deeper in his mouth. Rafael's eyes widened in surprise. "Damn, what are you doing?" Rafael asked again in a moan, still in shock that this was actually happening. Rafael's cum tasted amazing, and Wyatt couldn't help himself. He licked the tip and then engulfed it with his mouth, sucking it as hard as he could. While Wyatt was generally as straight as they come and hadn't ever done anything with a guy before, his current horniness and natural lack of inhibitions had been just the right combination to put him in this position. Once he started however, he realized he didn't particularly hate blowing Rafael; his cum-soaked cock tasted surprisingly good, and he liked feeling the thick veins along his tongue.

"Fuuuuuck, you're so fucking big," Wyatt moaned. The cock was so big that it barely fit into his mouth. He moved his head up and down along the thick pole, taking in as much of Rafael's dick as he could. Girls always made it seem so difficult to blow him, and Wyatt rarely enjoyed when they did, but he realized how simple it really was here: as long as thought about what he enjoyed from blowjobs, he was able to transfer that knowledge into sucking Rafael. What really surprised him though, was how much he got off from seeing Rafael enjoy it.

Rafael grabbed Wyatt's head and started face-fucking him. Wyatt took more and more of Rafael's cock until finally he had Rafael's entire shaft in his mouth, the head of his dick against the back of his throat. Rafael held the back of Wyatt's head, and urged him on. He kept fucking Wyatt's mouth, forcing the massive pole deeper into his colleague's throat.

It was then that Wyatt's finger reached underneath and unexpectedly started rubbing Rafael's asscrack. "Wait, fuck... what are you doing," Rafael asked. Wyatt moved his finger to Rafael's asshole. He started toying with his opening, massaging the tight little hole with his fingers. Rafael felt a sensation he'd never experienced before, as Wyatt massaged the outside of his ass. 

Without warning, Rafael felt his entire body tense up with pleasure as Wyatt shoved his finger inside, massaging Rafael's hole as he kept sucking his big cock. "Woah, what are you fucking doing?" Rafael shouted as he tried to pull back, but Wyatt held firm. 

"Don't be a baby, relax dude," Wyatt said, before continuing his work on Rafael's ass. Rafael had never experienced this before, but the sensation of Wyatt finger-fucking him felt incredible. He moaned loudly in pleasure as Wyatt fingered his asshole and sucked his cock. When the pain started to subside, Rafael relaxed and let Wyatt finger him, the sensation feeling amazing. Wyatt was sucking harder now, and his finger was working its way inside of Rafael's ass, causing a new, intense sensation he had never experienced. But having just shot his load, Rafael was nowhere close to cumming again, forcing him to just deal with it. Rafael moaned in pleasure as Wyatt continued fingering his ass and sucking his cock. Neither of them were paying any attention to the movie on TV anymore, and certainly didn't notice that the sex scene had long since ended.

"Shit, this is so fucking tight," Wyatt muttered through gritted teeth, trying to force another finger into Rafael. Rafael bucked into Wyatt's face and then back onto Wyatt's fingers, involuntarily starting to move his hips in a circular motion, which finally forced Wyatt's second finger to penetrate him. Rafael groaned as he felt Wyatt force his way deeper, his ass clenching down on the thick digits. Wyatt pried his way further inside Rafael's ass until his fingers were up to his knuckles in Rafael's tight hole. Rafael's whole body tensed up with pleasure again, and he tried to move away, but Wyatt held fast, shorter but stronger of the two.

Rafael was breathing heavily through his nose, his cock in Wyatt's mouth and Wyatt's fingers deep in his ass. "Oh my god, this feels...so good..." he said, clearly surprised and not knowing what to do. His muscles relaxed completely as Wyatt kept finger fucking him, and Rafael finally felt himself start to really enjoy the sensation of being penetrated. It was not long after that when Wyatt began trying to get a third finger in there, and after much effort, Rafael felt himself stretching even more as Wyatt managed to get it in. "Ugh... shit!" Rafael groaned through his teeth. His ass was now accommodating three of Wyatt's thick fingers, and he could feel himself starting to stretch. 

The feeling of Wyatt fucking his asshole with his three fingers was incredible, as much as he was hesitant to admit. "Fuck!" he said, completely enjoying the new sensations.  "Shit... what are we doing..." Rafael said again, his brain trying to make him come to his senses, but by now he was bucking his hips against Wyatt's fingers in time with his thrusting in and out of Wyatt's mouth. Wyatt continued to thrust his fingers deep into Rafael's ass as he sucked his dick, and he could feel Rafael's hole squeezing him hard. "Whew, this is incredible," Rafael breathed as Wyatt finger-fucked him as deeply as he could, causing Rafael to moan in pleasure. "Fuck yes!" he pushed Wyatt down again.

Wyatt kept sucking Rafael's cock, and then pulled back. As Wyatt continued finger fucking Rafael's ass with three fingers, he decided to take things to the next level, and started spitting on Rafael's asshole. Wyatt pulled his fingers out, giving Rafael's sore ass a break before he pushed his legs back started to spit on it again. With Rafael's hole throbbing, Wyatt positioned his hard dick against it.  "Fuck dude, stop, you can't put it in there," Rafael protested, but Wyatt was having none of it.

"Relax, dude," Wyatt said with a smile. "I'll go slow, don't worry." Wyatt scooped some of Rafael's jizz off his chest, lubing his cock up with Rafael's cum. Wyatt held Rafael's hips as his massive pole finally found its way into Rafael's tight ass. Wyatt put the tip of his cock against Rafael's now-soaked asshole. The head was pressed firmly into Rafael's hole, and with a grunt, Wyatt forced the tip inside.

"Wait, Wyatt," Rafael said, but before he could do anything, Wyatt shoved forward, impaling him on his hard cock. "Oh fuck... holy shit..." Rafael moaned, as Wyatt's cock stretched him. "Oh my god!" Rafael shouted as Wyatt forced his way deeper into him. His ass burned like a fire as it tried to accommodate Wyatt's huge dick. It was only after a few seconds that Rafael's hole began to relax enough to allow Wyatt inside. As Wyatt kept pushing, Rafael's ass eventually began to let him in, allowing Wyatt's hard cock to fill him. Rafael felt the pressure and pain in his stomach as Wyatt slowly pushed into him, until his entire cock was buried in Rafael's ass. "Motherfucking shit..." Rafael growled through gritted teeth, heaving from the pain. As he bottomed out, Rafael felt Wyatt's balls slap his asscheeks. Wyatt gave Rafael's ass a little time to adjust to his dick size. His fingers may have been big, but they most definitely couldn't compare.

"Fuck yes! Shit dude, you're so tight," Wyatt panted, his balls resting against Rafael's ass. He gave Rafael's butt a slap, causing him to moan loudly. Wyatt withdrew to the tip, then pushed all the way back into Rafael's ass, his big cock forcing Rafael's hole to its limits. 

"Oh fuck!" Rafael growled, feeling the thrust of Wyatt's dick. Wyatt started slowly pumping his big dick inside of Rafael. "Fuck!" Rafael exclaimed again as Wyatt started to fuck him, his cock thrusting deeper into Rafael's ass. He held onto Rafael's hips tightly as he pumped his entire cock into his ass, burying himself in Rafael's tight asshole. As much as it hurt, for some reason he wasn't trying to stop Wyatt. The pain shot through Rafael, making him curse and clench down on Wyatt's dick, but he couldn't do anything to stop him. He gritted his teeth as Wyatt fucked him slowly and rhythmically, his cock finding Rafael's prostate. As Wyatt fucked into him, Rafael felt waves of intense pleasure shoot through his body, mixing with the pain. He moaned and groaned, feeling the intense sensations of his prostate being hit over and over, making him writhe with pleasure. As Wyatt fucked him, Rafael felt his ass start to get accustomed to Wyatt's massive pole. "Wow... this is fucking crazy... but starting to feel good..." he moaned in shock. 

Rafael moaned loudly with pleasure and pain as he felt Wyatt thrust deeper and deeper into his ass, every inch of Wyatt's big dick filling Rafael's asshole. The sensation of Wyatt fucking him hurt so good, making his own cock start to harden again. He took a few deep breaths and began to breathe easier, and eventually felt the pain subside. Rafael started to rock his hips into Wyatt, enjoying the sensation of having his coworker deep inside him. "Shit, keep going!" Rafael growled in pleasure as Wyatt started fucking himself on Wyatt's big dick. "Yes, fuck!" Rafael said as he bucked into Wyatt. 

Wyatt started thrusting slowly, fucking Rafael in a slow motion that made Rafael moan with pleasure. Rafael could feel Wyatt's dick hitting his prostate with every thrust. The feeling was incredibly good, and Wyatt knew it too. He took hold of Rafael's legs, pushing him into a piledriver position. Wyatt held his hips and started pumping his cock faster into Rafael. Wyatt started pounding Rafael's ass hard, and Rafael was taking his entire length.

"Ooh, yes!" Rafael moaned loudly. "Fuck my ass, Wyatt!" he screamed, and he bucked back into Wyatt's crotch. Wyatt smiled in satisfaction as he heard Rafael ask for more. Wyatt kept thrusting in and out, his big pole filling Rafael up, his dick repeatedly pounding him into the mattress. Rafael felt every inch of Wyatt's pole slamming into him. The cock felt incredibly thick, and was hitting him deep inside. Wyatt fucked Rafael with all his strength, slamming his cock into him over and over. With each thrust, Wyatt felt Rafael clench down on his cock, and each time Rafael screamed in pleasure. Wyatt smiled at how well he was taking it. "Fuck yes, take my dick!" Wyatt said to Rafael as he fucked him. Rafael screamed louder with each thrust. His whole body shuddered with pleasure and pain from the fucking Wyatt was giving him. 

"Yeah, fuck, keep going dude," Rafael moaned as Wyatt pounded his ass. Wyatt continued fucking Rafael, pounding his cock deep into his asshole over and over. His thick cock had Rafael's hole stretched to the limit, and Wyatt's hips kept pounding against him with each thrust. 

"Fuck, you're tight!" Wyatt said again. "Your ass is so goddamn tight!" he growled, thrusting harder into Rafael. Wyatt couldn't believe what he was doing, but it was the best sex he had ever had. Wyatt moaned loudly as he felt Rafael's hole squeezing down on his cock, forcing him close to orgasm.

"Yes, god... oh god," Rafael muttered in pleasure. Wyatt couldn't help but smile at the sight of Rafael's muscular body on the couch, moaning from the pleasure of his cock filling him up. As Wyatt fucked Rafael, he could feel his dick throbbing and his balls getting tighter. He was getting ready to cum. He fucked Rafael harder, his dick thrusting into him faster and faster. Wyatt felt himself nearing orgasm. 

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum!" he shouted, as Rafael moaned through the pain and pleasure. His dick was now fully hard again, and precum dripped out of it as it hung down between his legs. As Wyatt pounded him, Rafael moaned with pleasure, his ass getting reamed by the big cock inside him. He bucked his hips against Wyatt, taking his dick even harder.

As Wyatt continued pounding Rafael's ass, he felt his balls tightening. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" Wyatt said as his climax neared. He thrust deeper into Rafael, ready to cum inside him. "HOOOOLY Shiiiit! Fuck yeaaaah!" He roared,  as he came inside Rafael. Wyatt emptied his balls, shooting his load into Rafael's ass. "Aaaaaggghh!!! Take my fuckin' load dude!"

"Oh my god..." Rafael grunted through his teeth. "It's so much fucking cum!" he shouted, feeling Wyatt's cum filling him up. He felt the load filling his ass, and it made him feel even better with Wyatt's dick inside him. It was the first time anyone had cum inside him, and it was amazing. He could feel the cum leaking out of his stretched hole, which only made him feel better.

"Holy shit, that was insane," Wyatt gasped, as his cock started softening. Wyatt pulled out of Rafael's ass and slapped it, making Rafael moan. He lay back, breathing heavily from the intense orgasm he'd just had. Rafael panted and moaned, catching his breath as he felt his load mix with Wyatt's inside him, having just been fucked with his own jizz. 

Wyatt moved to get up, but Rafael took him by surprise and pushed him back on the couch. He had other ideas. "Not so fast, fucker. I still need to cum again," Rafael's newfound dominance taking him by surprise. Wyatt, not having the energy or willingness to resist, complied. "On your hands," Rafael ordered, and Wyatt turned around so his hands were pressed against the couch while his ass stuck out. Rafael spat on his fingers and started rubbing Wyatt's asshole, just as he'd done to him.  As Rafael's fingers started to penetrate his ass, Wyatt could feel the sensation he'd given Rafael, and he suddenly realized that it felt amazing.

"Ooooh... I see why you liked it," Wyatt moaned as Rafael fingered his ass. Rafael penetrated Wyatt, quickly progressing up to three fingers and started fingering him the same way he'd been done. Wyatt moaned as he felt Rafael fuck his ass with his hand. He could feel Rafael's thick fingers working into his hole, making him moan. "Fuck!" Wyatt exclaimed, realizing what was about to happen.

As Rafael finger-fucked Wyatt, he felt Wyatt's asshole relaxing and letting him in. The feeling of Rafael's fingers stretching and penetrating his asshole was amazing, making him moan loudly in pleasure. Wyatt's cock started to leak precum onto his balls, and he was hard again. Rafael didn't let up. He kept finger-fucking Wyatt's tight hole, using his cum as lube. The feeling of his thick fingers stretching Wyatt's tight hole was incredible, making Wyatt moan as he was finger-fucked into the couch. "I think you're ready for it," Rafael grinned. He pulled his fingers out and stood up, aligning his dick with Wyatt's prepped hole. He spit on his massive cock and pushed the tip against Wyatt's hole.

"Whoooaaa, fuck, dude," Wyatt breathed. "That's a huge fucking dick!" he gasped, feeling Rafael's massive head press against his asshole. He suddenly felt Rafael push forward, and he felt the tip of Rafael's thick pole push into him. 

"Oh fucking shit!!" Wyatt growled through his teeth, the pain and stretch from Rafael's cock unlike anything he'd ever felt. He felt Rafael's cock stretch his hole wide, making him gasp in shock. If he thought he's been big, Rafael seemed to be on a whole other level. Rafael kept pushing forward, forcing more and more of his huge cock into Wyatt's ass. The feeling was so intense that it made Wyatt moan and curse in pain, his hole clenching around Rafael's dick.

Rafael moaned in pleasure at the sensation of his huge pole finally penetrating Wyatt's ass, stretching the tight hole open. The pressure in his stomach and ass was intense as he felt Rafael start to bottom out, stretching him more than he'd ever been before. "HOLY SHIT!" Wyatt shouted. His eyes rolled back in his head as Rafael stretched him with his dick.

He felt Rafael finally bottom out in him, his huge dick forcing its way into him until it was all the way in. Wyatt moaned in pleasure and pain, his hole throbbing around Rafael's huge cock. He was amazed by how deep Rafael had penetrated him, and his breath came in short gasps. Rafael kept his cock buried deep inside of him, feeling how tight and warm Wyatt's ass was.  "Fuck, you're so fucking tight..." he said through his teeth. As he bottomed out, Wyatt felt Rafael's balls slap him against his ass. He groaned in pain and pleasure as Rafael started moving in and out of him. With every thrust, Rafael moaned. "Yes... take my cock dude..." he grunted as Wyatt groaned at the sensation.

Rafael slowly started fucking Wyatt in a deep motion that made his balls slap Wyatt's asscheeks with every thrust. Rafael moaned and Wyatt grunted with pleasure, the feeling of his huge pole stretching Wyatt's hole making him feel incredible. Rafael held onto Wyatt's shoulders as he started thrusting faster, his entire cock slamming into him over and over again. "Ooooh fuck, yessss..." Rafael breathed, his body shuddering as he fucked Wyatt, making Wyatt curse in pleasure. With every thrust, Wyatt moaned louder as his prostate was hit by Rafael's huge dick.

"Hooolly shit... fucking insane," Wyatt panted. Rafael thrust harder and withdrew to the tip, then started thrusting slowly back into him. Rafael's entire cock slid out of Wyatt and then back into him, filling his ass entirely. "Ooooohhhhhh!" Wyatt shouted. The feeling was incredible and his hole squeezed down on Rafael. His ass had never felt this good before, and Rafael started fucking him slowly. His massive pole filled Wyatt's hole with every thrust, making Wyatt shout with pleasure. Rafael fucked Wyatt like he had been fucked earlier, and the feeling was incredible for Wyatt too. The way his huge dick felt in Wyatt's ass, hitting his prostate and filling him up, was beyond anything Wyatt had ever experienced. "OH GOD!" he yelled again, feeling Rafael thrust even harder. Rafael moaned with Wyatt, and Wyatt was panting like crazy from the pleasure he was feeling. "YESSS! Harder!" Wyatt grunted.  He started fucking Wyatt like a machine, his entire dick pumping into him in a fast, smooth motion. Wyatt grunted and moaned with pleasure as he was fucked harder and harder, his ass being reamed and filled up. He'd seen how much Rafael had enjoyed getting fucked after the initial pain subsided, but he'd never imagined it would feel this good.

As Rafael fucked him in and out, Wyatt felt his hole squeezing down on him. Rafael couldn't believe how good it felt...though he would never admit it, it was nothing compared to when Wyatt had fucked him. As he fucked into Wyatt's tight ass, he could feel Wyatt clenching down on him with every thrust. With each hit to his prostate, Wyatt moaned again, more loudly than the last time. "Fuck me!" Wyatt moaned loudly. "Holy shit... you're so fucking big!" he said between moans. Wyatt's ass clenched down on Rafael's huge cock again as his prostate was hit, and he cried out in pleasure and pain. "Wooooww! Rafael... you're fucking me so good! Your cock is huge!" he grunted as Rafael kept fucking him. Wyatt took deep breaths, his asshole clenching down tighter around Rafael's massive dick. "Fuck, that's so good!" Wyatt exclaimed, as Rafael's massive cock filled him repeatedly.

"Yeeeaaahh fuck!" Rafael moaned, his dick hitting Wyatt's prostate over and over again. "Agghhh! Fucking take it, bitch!" The feeling of Wyatt's ass around his huge cock was incredible, and it made Rafael feel like he was in heaven. Rafael fucked Wyatt harder, pounding him in and out. Rafael's entire body was covered with sweat, his muscles tense from fucking Wyatt as hard as he could. His dick felt incredible in Wyatt's tight hole. As Rafael fucked him, Wyatt moaned and screamed with pleasure, his prostate getting repeatedly hit by Rafael's massive pole.  "Whaaa... holy shit... yes! You're so deep!" Wyatt shouted as Rafael continued to pound his ass.

Wyatt could feel his second load coming on, his cock starting to shoot precum everywhere. As Rafael fucked him deeper and faster, Wyatt's orgasm neared. He could feel Rafael pounding his prostate and stretching his hole wide open, and suddenly it was too much for him. "Fuck yeah! I'm cumming!!" he screamed through his teeth. Wyatt's ass clenched tighter and tighter on Rafael's huge pole, squeezing his dick almost to the point of pain. "FUUUUUUUUUUCK! YESSSS! FUCK ME!" he shouted as he came again. His entire body started to shudder as his load shot out of his dick again, covering his abs and chest in his cum, along with the couch. His cock bounced off his abs repeatedly, shooting cum in every direction.

"Ohhh, god..." Rafael panted as he fucked Wyatt's tight ass harder and harder. As Rafael felt Wyatt's prostate clenching his cock again, he knew Wyatt was cumming. "Fuck yeah, bitch..." he grunted, his cock throbbing from Wyatt's tightening hole.  "Cum for me, Wyatt... cum for me... take my cock!" Rafael growled through his teeth as he thrust into Wyatt's ass again and again. As Wyatt's load came out, Rafael felt his own orgasm nearing. He had already cum a lot that night, and he knew it would be another huge load.

"Arrgghhh...I'm gonna fucking cum," Rafael growled, fucking Wyatt as fast as he could. As Rafael fucked Wyatt even harder, Wyatt felt Rafael's cock start to swell up. "Fu-ucking T-take it!" Rafael grunted between moans, his massive pole emptying into Wyatt's asshole. "Aggghhhh!!!" He grunted. Rafael came deep inside Wyatt, pouring a huge load into his ass.

Wyatt could feel the huge load pouring into him. His ass was stretched to the maximum, and it was feeling like his stomach would burst. He could hear Rafael moan in pleasure as he cummed inside him, filling him up. Wyatt groaned loudly as Rafael unloaded deep inside him.

"Oh my god... fuck!" Wyatt groaned as Rafael pumped into him with huge amounts of cum, feeling himself get filled up to the point where his asshole started to overflow. The cum poured into him, and as Rafael continued pumping, some of the load started to run down Wyatt's legs. Wyatt moaned loudly from the feeling of being filled up with cum. He could feel Rafael emptying everything he had into him, his cock pulsating and throbbing as he emptied deep into Wyatt's tight asshole.

When he finished, he collapsed on top of Wyatt, his cock still inside of him.  They both breathed heavily, panting from the amazing fucking they had just given each other. "Wow..." Rafael panted, "that was fucking insane..."

"Yeah, fuck..." Wyatt said. "It was fucking amazing. Holy shit, I never knew it could be like that." Wyatt said as he felt Rafael's cum start to leak out of his stretched asshole. Rafael pulled his softening cock out, and it flopped out of him with a small squirt of cum, making Wyatt whimper and moan from the withdrawal. Wyatt could feel Rafael's cum dripping out of him, and the sensation felt amazing.

Rafael collapsed next to him, both of them breathing heavily and exhausted from the incredible fucking they'd just done.

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hay

[moonselune]

Ladies with a transfem reader

I wasn't sure what exactly you wanted with this so I did little hurt/comfort scenarios where reader is feeling a bit insecure about their place in the world.

Karlach:

Karlach’s energy was infectious as she moved about the camp, her enthusiasm making even the mundane tasks seem exciting. You walked alongside her, feeling the warmth of her presence like a comforting embrace. She turned to you, her eyes bright with affection.

"Hey there, gorgeous," she greeted with a wide grin. "Ready to take on the day?"

You smiled, heart fluttering at her endearment. "Always, with you by my side," you replied, your voice filled with adoration.

Throughout the day, Karlach noticed a slight unease in your demeanor. During a quiet moment by the campfire, she gently took your hand, her expression soft and understanding.

"Hey, what's on your mind?" she asked softly, concern etched in her features.

You hesitated, then sighed, feeling safe enough to share your thoughts. "I… sometimes I worry that I'm not enough," you admitted quietly, a pang of vulnerability surfacing. "That I'm not what society wants me to be."

Karlach's gaze softened with empathy, her thumb stroking soothing circles on the back of your hand. "Oh, love, fuck society" she murmured tenderly. "You are perfect just as you are. I love every part of you, every curve and every facet of your soul."

Her words washed over you like a gentle wave, easing the weight of self-doubt from your shoulders. "Thank you, Karlach," you whispered gratefully, leaning in to rest your head against her shoulder.

She wrapped her arms around you, holding you close with a protective tenderness. "Anytime, my love," she murmured, pressing a tender kiss to your temple. "You mean the world to me."

Minthara:

Minthara's presence was as commanding as ever as she navigated the Underdark with you, her focus sharp and unwavering. One evening, as you tended to your equipment, she approached you with a rare softness in her eyes.

"You seem troubled," she observed, her voice gentle yet laced with concern.

You sighed, feeling the weight of your insecurities pressing on you. "I… sometimes I feel like I don't belong," you confessed quietly, meeting her gaze with hesitation. The scars of your past burning as if they were going to go right through you.

Minthara's expression softened further, her features reflecting a mix of empathy and affection. "You belong right here, with me," she said firmly, her voice carrying a reassuring strength. "You are strong, capable, and utterly breathtaking."

Her words were like a lifeline, pulling you from the depths of uncertainty. "Thank you, Minthara," you murmured, a swell of emotion tightening your throat.

She stepped closer, cupping your face gently in her hands, her touch surprisingly tender. "You are mine," she declared softly, her eyes searching yours with unwavering intensity. "And I cherish you more than anything."

You leaned into her touch, feeling a rush of love and gratitude. "I… I'm so grateful for you," you managed to say, overwhelmed by the depth of her affection.

Minthara pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you close as if to shield you from your doubts. "You have nothing to fear," she assured you, her voice a soothing murmur against your ear. "I am yours, and you are mine."

Lae'zel:

Lae'zel's unwavering determination and warrior spirit were a constant inspiration as you trained together, honing your skills amidst the challenges of your journey. One day, during a sparring session, she noticed a flicker of hesitation in your movements.

"What's troubling you?" she demanded, her voice direct yet tinged with concern.

You hesitated, then sighed, feeling a pang of vulnerability under her scrutinizing gaze. "I… sometimes I doubt my strength," you admitted quietly, averting your eyes momentarily. "Or at least that others do.."

Lae'zel's expression softened imperceptibly, a rare sight that spoke volumes of her care for you. "You are strong," she stated firmly, her voice brooking no argument. "Stronger than you realize. Your courage and resilience are unmatched."

Her words struck a chord within you, igniting a flicker of newfound confidence. "Thank you, Lae'zel," you murmured, meeting her gaze with a grateful smile.

She nodded, her eyes steady and unwavering. "You are my equal," she affirmed, her voice holding a rare gentleness. "A warrior worthy of respect and admiration."

You felt a swell of pride and gratitude, bolstered by her unwavering belief in you. "I won't doubt myself again," you promised, your voice filled with determination.

Lae'zel's lips curved into a small smile, a rare display of approval. "Good," she replied simply, a silent promise of solidarity in her steadfast presence.

Shadowheart:

Shadowheart's enigmatic presence and quiet strength had always drawn you in, her deep-rooted resilience a source of comfort amidst the trials of your journey together. One night, as you sat together by the campfire, she noticed the shadow of doubt that lingered in your eyes.

"Is something troubling you?" she asked softly, her voice a gentle melody against the crackling of the fire.

You sighed, feeling the weight of your insecurities settle in the pit of your stomach. "I… sometimes I feel like I don't belong," you confessed quietly, her presence offering a rare solace.

Shadowheart's eyes softened with understanding, her hand reaching out to gently touch yours. "You belong right here," she reassured you, her voice a soothing balm to your soul. "You are kind, brave, and inherently worthy."

Her words resonated deeply within you, easing the ache of uncertainty. "Thank you, Shadowheart," you whispered gratefully, meeting her gaze with a newfound sense of calm.

She smiled softly, a rare display of vulnerability. "You are my heart," she admitted quietly, her voice filled with an unspoken affection. "And you are cherished more than words can convey."

You felt a rush of warmth, a silent understanding passing between you. "I'm grateful for you," you murmured, the depth of your feelings reflected in your gaze.

Shadowheart leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, her touch gentle and reassuring. "You are never alone," she whispered, her words a promise of steadfast devotion. "You belong with me."

Hope you enjoyed these - Seluney xox

[blissfullyecho]

healthy lifestyle habits + changes i’ve made in 2023 (part 1)

1. feeling my breasts (the muscle) for any abnormal lumps at least once a week— this is especially important a week after the first day of my period. i’ve learned this from my obgyn. it’s normal to feel some lumps because it’s a muscle but what’s abnormal would only be known IF you take the time to know your anatomy.

2. ditched soda completely and started drinking flavored seltzer water— what i’ve found to be good is putting a crystal light or water flavoring packet in there for a healthier alternative to soda. i like soda with greasy food because i feel like it helps “cut” the grease so this is good if you are the same way when you eat things like pizza, burgers, etc.

3. i stopped drinking alcohol— wine, spirits, champagne, all of it. if i go out, i order a seltzer with a lime or a mocktail of some sort.

4. i started being on social media less and it has made my sleep schedule better— i started using the queue feature on tumblr and i took less interest in instagram and tiktok. i love these apps but i stopped finding other people more interesting than i am

5. i stopped eating so much—i would mindlessly eat all day but now i have a set eating schedule which helps me focus on other things besides eating. i eat breakfast around 6am, lunch around 1:30pm, and dinner at 5pm. my meals go from big (breakfast) to small (dinner). i’ve noticed that these are the only times i actually get hungry so i’ve been listening to my body and being intuitive in such that i have a routine down.

6. just recently, i have started going to bed and waking up at the same time each day, even on weekends— this has helped me by having increased energy and just a better quality of sleep. i have to wake up at 4:45am on some days because of work so i use that time to wake up everyday and go to bed around 9:30pm.

7. confession: i used to be horrible at flossing, but now i have been flossing every night before i brush my teeth— i floss before so i can loosen up the food that’s lodged between my teeth so that when it’s time to actually brush my teeth, the bristles can get in there better to clean.

8. this is typical and base level, but i’ve been drinking water like crazy— i highly recommend a large, cooling water bottle that you can carry around with you throughout the day. it’s so important to stay hydrated. i aim for a minimum of 64oz, but sometimes reach up to 80oz if it’s hot, if i’m active, etc. i listen to my body but i don’t drink less than 64oz of water each day

9. i’ve been getting my body moving daily— it’s a privilege to move your body so i make the effort each day to be active. the days i work at the hospital, i’m on my feet my entire shift pretty much with the exception of my lunch break. when i’m charting, i try to stand instead of sit but i do allow myself to sit when i’m tired. so my hospital shifts allow me to be active and walk my 10,000+ steps each day but when i’m not at the hospital, i go to the gym and do an hour workout session there.

10. i started drinking my coffee black— it’s so gross, but i need the caffeine for work but i don’t want to have the unnecessary sugars that i like to have in my coffee. i’m starting to get used to it (kinda) and i don’t have those crashes like i used to when i did put cream and sugar in my coffee. occasionally i’ll have a sugary and creamy coffee, but it’s not a daily occurrence like it was before.

[putschki1969]

Promo Video for "Yūyami no Uta"

The official twitter account of the Sengoku Youko anime adaptation has shared a brief message video of KEIKO and Yuki Kajiura promoting their collaborative single "夕闇のうた/Yūyami no Uta" which serves as the appointed ending theme of the first arc "世直し姉弟編/Yonaoshi Kyodai-hen" (World Reform Siblings Arc).

◆Ending theme Vocals: KEIKO "Yūyami no Uta" Lyrics, composition, arrangement: Yuki Kajiura ✅Released on January 24th The TV size is already available in digital format

Keiko is very excited to work together with Yuki Kajiura for her very first anime tie-in as solo artist. When looking at the music sheets during the recording session, Keiko noticed that the phrase 大地/Daichi (Earth) was a recurring theme throughout the lyrics. She wonders if Yuki Kajiura was trying to convey the "energy of the earth" through the song to reflect the overarching themes of the anime. Yuki Kajiura says that the anime feels surprisingly grounded despite its fantastical story. She appreciates the earthy component which just makes it a very grounded tale and she thinks that Keiko's voice is a perfect match for this kind of story since it is also very earthy and profound as if the weight of every character's lifetime (of all the hardships and joys) was carried across it. There is a very steadfast quality to her voice, when you listen to the song you feel a sense of security like you are standing firmly on the ground

Hopefully next week we'll get some details on tokutens/release events/etc. I finally need to make all of my orders. So far I've only ordered a copy of the regular edition and CD+BD edition on amazon.co.jp to receive a mega jacket.

[angelpink610]

Shadow Work is NOT meant to be easy or comforting;

Guess it’s about time that we talk about this!

This is a reminder to myself and to anyone that might need it—the ones who feel like it’s only bringing them down, that it’s making them feel miserable or bad. Let’s clear up some things.

Feeling down in the moment is the best sign you can receive that IT IS WORKING! Shadow Work is the courage to look at the parts of yourself you despise the most, you fear the most, you are embarrassed of the most. It’s not simply acknowledging that bad things happened to you, it’s experiencing them all over again but now straightening up your back and looking right to its face.

I, myself, also am someone that's still learning about it and have been experiencing hard times throughout it. Sometimes I feel unmotivated and down, also lately I had noticed my sleep was a bit more inconsistent and I have big dark circles. Well, I know that saying this is probably going to scare some people even more away—and I understand the unsettling feelings! But the way that I see it, it’s like anything great in life: takes time, heavy work and some sacrifices.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not sacrificing my entire life because of it. I workout every single day, keep my mind active, go to university, all normal. But some minor sacrifices are the price we pay for lifelong healing. My personal experience’s greatest example of sacrifice is how much emotional energy it actually takes from you. I swear on my word that sometimes when I look at the notebook I use as my Shadow Work journal, I instantly feel kind of “off vibes”, like the energy that it has is unsettling—but, here’s the thing: it is!

The energy that it requires to heal your deepest traumas, pains, griefs, obviously wouldn’t be super light and nice. Your words carry the pain you felt, some that you still feel, the heaviness of its result on your life (maybe years, decades of constant suffering, even); it’s pretty obvious that the notebook that carries them wasn’t gonna be all warm and fuzzy.

It’s not easy, guys. And I know that, at this point, you might’ve already realized that, but I want to remember us all of something: it’s in adversity that we are able to grow. You are capable of living through this healing process, you are capable of surviving the dark before the light, you are capable of facing your monsters and returning with their heads on a stick. But you HAVE TO BELIEVE IT.

Live through the suffering stage of the process like the champion you already know you are. Don’t give up when you suddenly burst into tears during a meditation session where you talked to your younger self. Persist when you have to stop and take deep breaths at every few sentences you write when you are journaling about a traumatic event because it feels like it’s too much. Hold onto it tighter when you live all over again the worst thing that’s ever happened to you.

One last time: I’m not saying it’s easy or simple (in reality, those may be some of the hardest things you’ll ever have to do through your entire life, perhaps). But I do mean it when I say you’ll understand why you had to go through all that once you reach the light on the other side, and your scars will be the forever reminder THAT YOU ARE A SURVIVOR.

The same way a lot of kids are not scared of/don’t see evil in certain horror imageries until they are told that it is scary and choose to follow that thought—we should learn from them as adults and finally understand: monsters are only monsters when we give them the power to haunt us.

[finishwhatyoustarted-event]

Tools Tuesday - Motivation to Start, and Setting Goals

It's the first Tuesday of the event, so it's time for a Tools Tuesday! Today is about motivation to start and setting easy goals to keep the momentum going. I'll alternate themes of resources and motivation throughout the event.

Starting a project can be the scariest part. Good news! If you're participating in this event, you've already completed that step! But finishing is daunting, especially for long projects with no end in sight, or ones that you've struggling with for a long time.

When you have a big project, especially one that you may have started and put down years ago, it can be intimidating to pick it back up. Give yourself a few minutes to review what you already have done. Read through the last part you wrote, read your notes, check the pattern, etc. If you need to, make notes about what you have, where you remember you wanted to go, and what is inspiring you now. That scene you got stuck on might make sense now, or you see another angle you could draw that tricky pose from. You could even go in a whole new direction.

When you're ready to work, it can help to do some warmup stretches, especially for artists and sewers, but writers, musicians, and others craftspeople benefit from a good warmup stretch too! If you're on the discord, check the general resources channel for wrist stretches. And stretch during breaks! This is a stretch guide I keep on my phone, to remind me to loosen up. made by @/tizzymcwizzy

If it's not distracting, set the mood for your work with an applicable playlist or soundscape. Make sure you won't be interrupted or distracted during your work time by silencing notifications and minimizing other windows. Let yourself focus on this one thing.

When you do start, set a small goal. It can be word count based or time based, whatever makes sense for your project. Make it very achievable: maybe just five minutes or 100 words. The thrill of reaching that goal can help carry you through another 5 minutes, another 100 words. If you struggle just to get through that goal, congratulate yourself on making your session goal! You can go do something else now. Decreasing the pressure on yourself can help get creative energy flowing.When you make your goal consistently, you can up it, but not too much.

There's a famous anecdote that whenever author Terry Pratchet sat down to write, he set a goal of 400 words. Whether he wrote more or not, he did his 400. By the time of his death, Terry Pratchet had written and published over 40 novels. For myself, I like to set session/day goals, weekly goals, and monthly goals. That way even if my progress isn't linear, I can see myself approaching where I want to be. Incremental goals can feel really good! But if holding yourself to a number doesn't help, find what does.

If you want help from others also working on wips, come join the discord! We have a space for accountability buddies to help keep you on track and a place to write during timed sprints, as well as many resources. This link should not expire!

These all might feel obvious to you, but maybe someone else hasn't considered them before. What gets you motivated to work on your wip? Do you have any tricks that always work for you? Share them with your fellow participants here!

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this LA Times story:

Under two gargantuan domes of thick concrete and steel that rise along California’s rugged Central Coast, subatomic particles slam into uranium, triggering one of the most energetic reactions on Earth.

Amid coastal bluffs speckled with brush and buckwheat, Diablo Canyon nuclear power plant uses this energy to spin two massive copper coils at a blistering 30 revolutions per second. In 2022, these generators — about the size of school buses — produced 6% of Californians’ power and 11% of their non-fossil energy.

Yet it comes at almost double the cost of other low-carbon energy sources and, according to the federal agency that oversees the plant, carries a roughly 1 in 25,000 chance of suffering a nuclear meltdown that could endanger life before its scheduled decommissioning in just five years — due primarily to nearby fault lines.

As Gov. Gavin Newsom’s administration looks to the aging reactor to help ease the state’s transition to renewable energy, Diablo Canyon is drawing renewed criticism from those who say the facility is too expensive and too dangerous to continue operating.

Diablo is just the latest in a series of plants built in the atomic frenzy of the 1970s and ’80s seeking an operating license renewal from the federal Nuclear Regulatory Commission as the clock on their initial 40-year run ticks down. As the price of wind and solar continues to drop, the criticisms against Diablo reflect a nationwide debate.

The core of the debate lives in the quaint coastal town of San Luis Obispo, just 12 miles inland from the concrete domes, where residents expected Diablo Canyon to shut down over the next year after its license expired.

Instead, Newsom struck a deal on the last possible day of the state’s 2021-22 legislative session to keep the plant running until 2030, citing worries over summer blackouts as the state transitions to clean energy. The activists who had negotiated the shutdown with Pacific Gas & Electric Co. and the state six years prior were left stunned.

Today, the plant is still buzzing with life: Nuclear fission, in the deep heart of the plant, continues to superheat water to 600 degrees at 150 times atmospheric pressure. Generators continue to whir with a haunting and deafening hum that reverberates throughout the massive turbine deck.

[sappy-witch]

Crystals for Self-Care 💎✨

Hello darlings 🥰

Not only are crystals beautiful, but they can also be a powerful tool for self-care and healing. Here are some crystals to consider incorporating into your self-care routine:

💎 Amethyst - This purple crystal is known for its calming properties and can help with anxiety and stress. It's also said to aid in restful sleep.

💎 Rose Quartz - This pink crystal is associated with love and can help with matters of the heart. It's said to promote self-love and compassion.

💎 Citrine - This yellow crystal is believed to bring abundance and positive energy. It's associated with the solar plexus chakra and can help with confidence and self-esteem.

💎 Black Tourmaline - This black crystal is a powerful protector and can help with grounding and shielding from negative energy.

💎 Clear Quartz - This crystal is known as the "master healer" and is said to amplify the properties of other crystals. It's also associated with clarity and focus.

To use these crystals in your self-care routine, try holding them during meditation, placing them on your body during a bath or relaxation session, or simply carrying them with you throughout the day. Remember, the most important thing is to listen to your intuition and do what feels right for you.

I would love to hear all about your favorite crystals for self-care! 💎✨

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Blessed be. 🕊✨

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Black Ox: A Natural Boost for My Performance and Wellbeing

For the past few months, I've been using Black Ox, an all-natural testosterone booster supplement, and I've been thoroughly impressed with the results. As a man in my late thirties, I started noticing a natural decline in energy levels and muscle mass. While I wasn't looking for a miracle cure, I was interested in finding a safe and effective way to support my overall health and fitness.

Revitalised Energy Levels

Before starting Black Ox, I often felt sluggish throughout the day, especially after work. Hitting the gym after a long day felt like a chore, and my workouts lacked their usual intensity. Black Ox has made a significant difference. Within a couple of weeks, I noticed a noticeable improvement in my energy levels. I felt more awake and focused throughout the day, and that renewed energy translated into my workouts. I started pushing myself harder in the gym, leading to better results and a more fulfilling workout experience.

Enhanced Strength and Stamina

The increased energy translated directly into improved strength and stamina. I could lift heavier weights for more reps, and my overall endurance during cardio sessions went up significantly. This newfound strength and stamina not only benefited my gym performance but also carried over into my daily activities. Simple tasks like carrying groceries or climbing stairs felt easier.

Natural and Safe Ingredients

One of the things that initially drew me to Black Ox was its focus on natural ingredients. The supplement contains a blend of herbs and extracts with a long history of use in promoting men's health, including ashwagandha, tongkat ali, and fenugreek. I appreciate that the ingredients are clearly listed on the label, allowing me to research them and feel confident about what I'm putting into my body.

Improved Overall Wellbeing

Beyond the physical benefits, I've also noticed a positive impact on my overall well-being. Black Ox seems to have helped manage stress levels, leading to a more positive and focused mindset. Additionally, I've experienced better sleep quality, which further contributes to feeling refreshed and energized.

Not a Magic Bullet

It's important to note that Black Ox isn't a magic bullet. I've seen the best results when I combine it with a healthy diet, regular exercise, and adequate sleep. However, Black Ox has definitely been a valuable addition to my routine, helping me achieve my fitness goals and feel my best overall.

Would I Recommend Black Ox?

Absolutely! If you're a man looking for a safe and natural way to support your testosterone levels, improve energy levels, and enhance your overall health and fitness, I highly recommend giving Black Ox a try. Just remember, for optimal results, it's important to maintain a healthy lifestyle alongside the supplement.