#cause why would they be able to control it..

[boreal-sea]

This episode was wonderful because it was honestly a no-win situation. DS9 has a lot of Kobiyashi Maru moments for its characters and this was absolutely Kira’s.

The fact is, he was going to die if he stayed. The fact is, the moon was going to be used to help thousands of people. The fact is, dozens of people had been living on that moon and had to leave their homes. The fact is, that old man was traumatized from the war. The fact is, he could make a new home back on Bajor. The fact is, he didn’t want to — fear, trauma, exhaustion, stubbornness, there are so many reasons why he thought leaving that moon would cause his death.

So what’s the “right” choice? Force the Bajoran government to murder him in his home? Force the Bajoran government to hold off on the project, which would mean thousands of people wouldn’t benefit from it, until an old man dies on his own? Force him to leave with the hope he’s able to recover and continue his life on Bajor?

Every choice is awful. Kira chose the one that she hoped did the most good and the least harm. She forced him to leave, so that thousands could benefit. She didn’t want him to die, and the only way to try to save him was to force him out. He felt he’d die if forced to go back to Bajor, but that’s not necessarily true, and Kira knew that. He WOULD die on that moon if she left him; the government was not going to delay their project. He MIGHT die (from grief, trauma, etc) if forced from his home, but!! He might live, too. That choice will be up to him. Kira can’t control what he does once he’s on Bajor. She accepts she’ll be the villain in this man’s life, but that’s HARD.

And Sisko confronts her about how awful that feeling is. He doesn’t baby her about it either because Kira isn’t the kind of person who copes or learns gently; she appreciates frankness and blunt honesty. So Sisko tells it like it is, shows her why she’s feeling so much sympathy for this man, and then forces her to contend with her new position as a leader, as someone with actual power over the lives of others. As someone who isn’t an underdog anymore.

I just think it’s a really good episode.

I feel like we don't talk about the fact Kira burned down an old man's house enough.

[whitechocolate355]

full court press

part - 1

pairing - paige bueckers x azzi fudd (pazzi)

word count - 3.3k

c/w - language

hey guys ... this is my first post on tumblr and i'm so excited to share this pazzi aau storyline!! i don't know exactly what direction this fanfic might go so i'd love all feedback and suggestions on what to write next! honestly not my best work but i'm planning for some competitiveness/rivalry romance in the following chapters - what do y'all think? hope u guys have fun reading xx (and hope u guys enjoy the #ihatemybf moments as much as i do 🤭)

a little backstory: this is a throwback to their aau days, where paige and azzi's friendship begins with an intense interaction... however, both girls seem to have different expectations on how their relationship will grow... so what will it be? friends? lovers? or rivals?

p.s. i'm nearing the end of my holidays so i might not be posting as much but i'll try my very best💋

chapter 1: ten minutes to turbulence

The breeze met Azzi with a soft embrace as she stepped off her plane, sweeping her brunette hair right into Buecker's face, who seemed to be standing a little too close to her for her to be a stranger.

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Paige -

Her hair smells so good Paige thought, taking in Azzi's scent just inches behind her. Her curls captured the scent of lavender with a hint of vanilla that made Paige weak every time she neared her.

"WHATTT?" azzi shouted over the noise, unable to hear the blonde's mumbling over the plane's engine

Fuck. she did not just say that out loud.

Thanking the lord that Azzi hadn't heard her, she composed herself, leaning in so her mouth brushed the tip of Azzi's ear. "I said, I didn't ask for a mouthful of your hair, princess" Azzi jolted, feeling weirdly electrified by her touch, which was strange since she had only met the girl 5 hours ago.

"Are you really blaming me when you're the one who chose to stand so close to me? obsessed much?" she lashed back, rolling her eyes.

Caught off guard, Paige didn't realise Azzi had such an attitude, pinning her as the shy, pushover, girl-next-door (not that it wasn't Paige's type) and it certainly didn't help that the flight had left Paige in a trance, questioning whether God had put the brunette next to her as her soulmate, or a test to her self-control.

Azzi's adidas shorts had ridden up her legs on the plane, putting her tanned skin on display. And her arms— the same toned arms that lingered on Paige's shoulder for too long— kept verging near Paige's, sending a thrill down her spine each time their skin touched. She had to fight the urge to look next to her, because she knew she'd never be able to look away.

So when the flight attendant came around with snacks (Paige's favourite: Lays chips with ketchup packets), she groaned and pulled her hood back towards the window, knowing she would have no control over how her body reacted if she looked remotely in Azzi's direction.

Yet, why was she so... turned on by Azzi's comeback? Intrigue began to flicker as she smirked at the sight of the cute, brown-eyed girl. Maybe basketball won't be the only activity amusing her for the next few weeks...

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Azzi -

Shuffling through the aisle of the plane, Azzi groaned as the single file line seemed to move at a rate of an inch per hour. She had already been exhausted from the load of homework assigned to her over the summer, despite being the youngest in her class by a year.

As she made her way into her row, she was too tired to look over to where she was sitting, not realising she had fully sat on a girl's lap instead of her seat until she heard an awkward "um... excuse me"

Azzi's eyes widened, immediately springing off the girl's lap. "Oh god I'm so sorry" She apologised, redness only intensifying as a passenger pushed past her, causing her arm to reach over the blonde's shoulder to stabilise herself. Shit.

An instinctive hand grasps onto Azzi's side, steadying her at her waist.

Azzi looks down in surprise, almost yelping at the touch of the blonde's hand.

Of course this is happening to me. Azzi thought, cursing the world for her already bad start to her trip.

"You alright there?" The blonde asks, reluctant to remove her hand from Azzi's waist.

Azzi nods in silence, unable to muster words with the girl's hand still resting on her waist, slowly inching towards her hips as if it belonged there.

Breaking the silence, the girl replies, "Listen, I'll just move over. It seems like this window seat isn't doing you any favours right now" Whilst shuffling over one.

Azzi inhaled sharply at the absence of the blonde's hand, secretly wishing it had lingered a little longer.

"Thanks" she sighed. But she knew this wouldn't be the only string of bad luck, considering the past week...

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Paige -

Paige had just been mindlessly staring at her phone when the chaos started.

After recovering from the initial shock of a girl (who was exactly her type) falling helplessly like an angel into Paige's lap, some dude in the aisle— with his oversized bag swinging like a wrecking ball —shoved past her. The force knocked her sideways, and before Paige could even register what was happening, the girl's arm shot out, grasping onto Paige for balance.

The brunette's hand landed on Paige’s shoulder. Fingers splayed. The touch was a quick, instinctual.

But Holy hell, did it do something to Paige, as if the involuntary lap dance wasn't enough of a turn on.

It wasn’t a dramatic moment — not really. but Paige’s heart did a very dramatic thing anyway, stuttering like it had missed a beat. Her pulse hiccupped in her throat, and for a second, she froze. Azzi’s fingers were warm, firm — they wrapped for a split second around her shoulder before she immediately pulled away, looking flustered.

“Shit, i’m sorry!” Azzi’s voice was quiet but hurried.

Get yourself together, Bueckers.

The contact was brief, less than a second, but it left behind a static hum.

Getting flustered over a hand on her shoulder? now that was a first— which happened to be quite rare these days, considering Paige's extensive dating pool.

The girl pulled back quickly, her eyes wide with the sudden embarrassment. But all Paige could focus on was the electric buzz where the girl's hand had been.

“Sorry,” she said, half-wincing. “Didn’t mean—”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Paige said too fast. her voice jumped an octave. “Totally cool. Normal. People grab shoulders on planes all the time.”

She tried to sound unaffected, but her voice cracked at the end, betraying her. She could feel her pulse thudding in her neck, and her brain was still half a second behind.

She reached for her water in a desperate bid to look normal.

In the same motion, Paige leant over, trying to act casual and avoid meeting azzi’s gaze for too long.

Bad move.

The plastic cup wobbled before Paige even processed what was happening. Fingers fumbling, she hit the rim instead of the cup, and time slowed in that cruel, mocking way it does when you're about to embarrass yourself.

“Oh sh—” paige’s hands shot forward,

The cup tipped, arced through the air like a doomed free throw, and the entire contents of her water splashing across her lap.

Paige hissed under her breath. “Fucking hell”

Azzi blinked, surprised. “Are you okay?”

“I’m great,” Paige said, dripping. “Incredible reflexes. You saw that save, right?”

Azzi’s mouth twitched, trying to suppress a quiet giggle. “If you were going for a waterfall, you nailed it.”

Paige laughed— mostly to cover up the fact that her cheeks were burning. “I swear, i’m not usually this much of a disaster.”

Azzi gave her a half-smile, her voice softened. “Blame it on the plane turbulence?”

"More like Paige turbulence" she sighed, muttering under her breath.

Azzi offered her a napkin from her stash, her eyes softer than they’d been before. “You can have mine. I don’t spill things.”

And damn it, Paige smiled. Not the cocky, easy kind either— the real one, the kind that tugged at her lips like it hadn’t been used in a while.

“Guess I’ll just have to keep you around then.”

Azzi didn’t answer right away.

But her eyes remained on Paige. lingering.

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Azzi -

As she finally settled into her new seat, her phone buzzed. Then again. Then—BUZZZZ!

"You sure you don't want to get that?" the blonde asked, and the hotness rushed over Azzi's cheek all over again.

"Sorry" she muttered for the millionth time, reaching for her phone to check what could've possibly made her phone this mad.

* Matt sent 4 texts*

Matt: "hey baby, i know you're mad about prom but i swear the girl threw herself onto me"

Azzi: "oh so is that why her selfies ended up on your snap story that night?"

Matt: "i don't even know how she took my phone in the first place i swear"

Azzi rolled her eyes. She was clearly not in the mood to do this right now.

Matt: "baby? i know your flight doesn't leave until 11"

Matt: "please, i have something to tell you"

Matt: "i've been thinking, and i think—

i might be in love with you"

Matt: "just think things over, will you?"

Matt: "hope this will cheer you up ;)"

*Matt🔥 sent you a snap*

Surprisingly, finding out her boyfriend had cheated on her with 2 girls at her first prom was not the worst thing on her mind. Actually, part of her was kind of relieved. Relieved to the point that she hadn't even bothered to tell him she knew about the other girl he got with later that night.

What was the worst thing though, was the thought that matt had sent her yet another shirtless pic, flexing his non-existent abs.

God, is this man trying to make my day worse?

Unless there was someone on God's green earth that had a thing for toneless stomachs and flabs for arms, (which was certainly not her), she assumed matt's snap was an attempt to violate her peace. And it certainly worked.

When Matt first started showing attention to Azzi during trig class, the overbearing snickering from his friends and the constant "Yo, Mrs Henderson" to get her attention was tolerable, maybe even sweet. But after a few days, the novelty began to wear off.

"You haveeeeee to date him, he's so cute" Nailyssa giggled with excitement. "And plus, think of all the senior parties we could go to" her best friend pleaded, beady eyes looking to her with desperation.

Azzi sighed. "When do you ever stop thinking about parties?", knowing she was the one having to save Nailyssa's drunk ass from random parties at 3am.

"When you stop thinking of basketball" she shot back teasingly, sticking out her tongue before going back to her innocent, doe-eyed plea of desperation.

So, when the third week of his pathetic courting came around, Azzi felt cornered into going out with him, especially with hundreds of phones shoved into her face when Matt held a torn out notebook page to his chest that read, "Will u be my gf?" with handwriting that almost convinced her she had become dyslexic.

She later found out that the note had been written last period.

10 minutes before he asked her out.

Catching herself mid zone-out, she felt a set of eyes peering from the side of her vision. "Sorry, did i do something?" Azzi asked, wondering what the hell she had done this time.

"No, uh— that guy sounds like a dick. You deserve better" Azzi looked at the girl in confusion, quickly glancing away when met with her intoxicating blue eyes.

Before she could think, she sputtered "Well, he's not all bad..." in defence, gazing down. Why would she say that?

Part of her felt bad for Matt, because while his actions were inexcusable, she clearly never gave him much attention, let alone affection. Guilt began to fill her mind.

"Oh yeah?" the blonde challenged, a hint of fire in here eyes. "From what I've seen he looks like a Class-A prick" Paige laughed. "I bet you can't say one thing you like about him"

"Who even told you that you could look at my phone?" Azzi scoffed, pretending to look offended when she really was trying to avoid the lingering question.

"Uh, i think my actions can be justified given you've given me an involuntary lap dance, then touched my shoulder, then made me knock my water bottle over all in the span of 10 minutes. You should be glad i'm not asking the flight attendant to switch you to a middle seat right now" she laughed.

Azzi felt the heat rising to her face again— a feeling that was beginning to feel all too familiar. "Hey— don't blame me for the last part, my hand went nowhere near your water bottle" Azzi protested, struggling to argue her point.

"Still avoiding the question, i see" she smirked, her eyes darkening.

"Who even are you?" Azzi asked flustered, deflecting her response for as long as humanly possible.

"Paige." she answered mindlessly. Her gaze refocused, leering at Azzi. "Now hurry up and stop avoiding the question" she beckoned, waiting for her answer with a smug look on her face.

After a few too many moments of silence, Azzi finally begins, "I guess— his zest for life?" Azzi responded, surprising even herself that she was able to come up with at least an answer.

Paige stared at the girl for a few moments, analysing her response with an inexplicable expression on her face.

Is she checking me out right now? what the—

Paige burst into laughter, covering her face with her hand.

As Azzi looked quizzically at Paige, she couldn't help but note the absence of Paige's soaked jacket, leaving only a plain white tee, fitted around her toned body. The outline of her black Nike bra was so apparent, she was sure she could trace it from memory.

Azzi gulped. Just from Paige's palm in her face, her arm tensed, creating a subtle outline of her biceps. Her rock hard biceps.

God, what training does this girl do?

This is definitely what matt thinks he looks like when he stares in the mirror...

Wait, what was she doing?

No. Clearly she just had a thing for biceps. Everyone has them, Right? She thought as she attempted to reassured herself.

And plus, being attracted to someone as cocky as her? That's laughable. She chuckles.

Torn out of her reverie, a smug grin meets her eyes. "Staring at something?" Paige asked with a little too much amusement.

Caught.

"Paige, in order for me to stare at something, there'd have to actually be something there" Azzi retorted.

For a moment— silence.

Shit. She thought.

Had she pushed the wrong buttons?

Welp, this was going to be an awkward plane flight, but at least her ego—

"Ouch—" paige slowly began. "Y'know, that would hurt a lot more if i thought you actually meant it" The blonde snickered, clearly entertained through Azzi's cute defensiveness rather than the selection of movies in front of her.

Yup, laughable. Azzi sighed, thinking to herself.

"Don't worry, you can feel them if you want, I don't mind" Paige offered, her grin turning devilish.

"You're too much" Azzi scoffed, relaxing into her neck pillow to avoid Paige's brutally honest conversation.

When Azzi finally stirred awake from her much needed nap, she felt a familiar gaze coming from a certain blonde next to her.

Paige had been staring intently at her face, as if examining her.

"Why are you staring again? do i have something on my face?" Azzi asked, quickly opening her phone camera as self-consciousness overcame her.

"Just wanted to" she shrugs, maintains eye contact, clearly not caring about being caught. Her mouth opened with a slight part, breathing deeply as she diverted her gaze to Azzi's lips, before quickly revisiting her eyes.

What. The. Fuck. Was. That.

Before Azzi could react, Paige sighs, "Listen, um. on a serious note, no man should treat you like that. I mean, you're gorge—"

The plane began to rattle as it prepared for takeoff, bumping the passengers on and off their seats.

Azzi turned back and began to ask Paige to finish her sentence before a sudden hand enveloped hers.

As Azzi looked toward Paige with surprise, she was met with a complete different person. Paige looked straight ahead, terrified. The blonde was shaking, her heart beating so loud that Azzi could feel it through Paige's grip.

At the sight of this, Azzi's hand immediately softened around Paige's, brushing lightly against Paige's hand with her thumb in reassurance. "Listen, just take deep breathes. turbulence will be over in less than a minute" she reassured her.

Paige nodded, blinking her eyes shut. Her hands squeezed Azzi's in comfort and gratitude, sending butterflies in her stomach.

What is this girl doing to her?

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Paige -

Paige should’ve pulled her hand back. She really should’ve. But there was something calming about the way Azzi’s thumb twitched slightly in her sleep, her grip loosening and tightening with each breath.

She was supposed to be focusing on her form, her footwork, her free throws —hell, maybe NBA 2k stats— not the girl snoring lightly beside her, with one arm draped into Paige’s seat and the other still interlocked with hers like they were... something.

Paige shifted her face toward the window, but kept her eyes open. In reality, she was just watching Azzi from the reflection in the dark plane window, hoping to finally go unnoticed.

The sky outside was just navy and cloud now, but her thoughts were louder than any storm.

She pulled her hoodie tighter around her head, letting the hum of the plane lull her into stillness. But the space between them felt warmer now. Just, aware.

From the corner of her eye, she could tell Azzi wasn’t sleeping either.

“You’re not one of those people who actually sleeps on planes, are you?” Paige murmured.

Azzi didn’t move. “Why?”

“Just asking. You’re really committed to the whole mysterious silence thing.”

Azzi smirked faintly into the hoodie. “I like quiet.”

“Bet you don’t talk to matt either then” Paige said teasingly, voice drifting between tired and curious.

Did azzi really love a man like that? The thought made her heart ache.

Why should she care? She had only met the tanned girl 3 hours ago. except... why did she care?

A few beats passed. Paige looked over for her response, only to see the girl had nuzzled into her pillow, her breaths slowing.

Instead of getting her answer, she let herself turn to fully watch Azzi. Her strong jawline softened in sleep. The way her lashes fluttered. Her shirt had ridden up slightly, revealing a set of defined abs on the tan skin, hinting at a shimmering diamond: at the base of Azzi's core.

God damn. Paige huffed, biting her fist to suppress the inexplicable things that diamond stud was doing to her body.

Nope. No thoughts. Just focus. Focus on— basketball. The trials. Beating out 164 of the best girls in the country. Not... whatever this was.

Still, she didn’t pull her hand away.

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Azzi -

As Paige drifted into a seemingly deep slumber, hands still firmly attached to Azzi's, Azzi was relieved when she remembered that she wouldn't encounter Paige after this flight, because Lord knows what this girl could do to her if she had the time.

Azzi sighed, might as well rest up too then.

She closed her eyes, but her mind didn’t. It couldn't. not with Paige's earlier words still floating around in her head, infiltrating her every thought.

That line — "you’re gorg-" was stuck in a loop in Azzi's brain, playing and replaying in Paige's husky voice.

What was she going to say? Was she about to call Azzi gorgeous?

Azzi groaned into her neck pillow, wracking her mind with frustration. The turbulence could not come at a worse time.

Did she mean to say that? Why did she have to stop there? Did she stop herself on purpose?

Paige had said it so casually. Like it meant nothing.

But, maybe it did.

Azzi turned away slightly, pretending to adjust her pillow. Trying to piece together this girl who flirted like it was her first language yet froze during takeoff like a terrified puppy. The contrast was… weirdly endearing.

Before she could spiral too deep, Paige nudged her thigh.

"Hey," she said, a soft whisper. "What are you going to Nevada for, anyway?"

Azzi paused. "Family trip" she smiled, pursing her lips. She had automatically given into her first instinct to lie. Why did she lie?

She sank further into her guilt as Paige was looking at her with that same open face she had when the turbulence hit— no teasing, no bravado. Her fingers tracing Azzi's hand.

Azzi sighed, at least she wouldn't have to see her again to explain.

Or so she thought...

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When the plane touched down, Azzi shifted slightly, careful not to alert Paige, whose head had tilted forward now, chin tucked to chest. Paige's nerves had dissipated with a single, oddly familiar touch upon departure. And now, her arm had slipped away in the descent. The comforting weight no longer in her hands.

Azzi flexed her fingers, unsure why they felt colder.

She shook herself out of it. It was just a flight. A conversation. A coincidence.

Tomorrow, the real game began. And Paige? Well, she wasn't even on the starting five.

It was time to set her priorities straight.

Still, as she watched her stand and stretch, laugh with the flight attendant, glancing back reassuringly— Azzi couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if this moment wasn't the last time they met...

But as she began to stir out of her seat, Paige's backpack laid just inches away from Azzi. Inside, contained the same AAU practice jersey Azzi had in hers.

As if fate decided for her, this wouldn't be the last she'd see of Paige Bueckers.

Except... she should've known what's coming, because a bad luck trail really does follow Azzi Fudd. All. The. Damn. Time.

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[mostlymarvelgirl]

Dean Winchester's Type

Let's talk about it. Cause why not?

Dean Dean Dean. He's probably that one guy in every group who's always the funniest, and probably the most chill. Well, atleast on the outside.

He has always been the same. Personality wise. But yeah, he's more of someone whose personality has hardened over the years. Hell, for all he knows, he knows deep down inside he's still figuring who he truly is.

(And NO, I'm not referring to him being in the closet)

So when you meet him for the first time, he's probably gonna lie about who he is. (Cause he's a hunter and probably investigating a case duh) Definitely is type of guy who notices a lot shit but you won't be able to tell at all considering his way of talking. He talks very casual. Makes you feel free. Makes you feel like it's just a simple conversation. But he's just determining whether you're a threat or not.

He's good at what he does. Because he was taught that way? Yeah, let's bring in that.

He spent most his childhood being an adult who's responsible for keeping his brother safe while irresponsible father (trash) was busy hunting the thing that killed their mom. He spent most his time taking care and spending time watching his dad. Which would explain his taste in music, sport, interests and hobbies. He didn't get time or make friends of his own age. It makes sense as he didn't get any time for himself to let his own thoughts decide his opinions on his likes and dislikes. Narcissistic parent effect? Yeah, definitely.

Don't be fooled by his casual demeanor and openness.

He's openly affectionate because he never got it. But you decide to hurt it, yeah... you're dead. So strap in and get ready to feel all those feelings you've never felt because he loves and falls too fast, he knows it's his weakness. But he can't help it, so he may not express it vocally, but you can see it visibly though his actions. He forgives, but doesn't forget. He's very willing to bring his trust back in you if you betray him unknowingly or accidentally or by some mistake. But just because he does it multiple times as you betray him (yes I'm talking about Cas and his dumbass) doesn't mean he'll be fine. He's gonna be okay. But if you cross a particular line, yeah... you're truly fucked. Pack your bags and leave the multiverse.

Now, let's get all juicy into the details and bring in his horoscope.

His sun is an aquarius. Obviously you can tell he truly deep down loves a rebellion. Not out of being defiant. But for the right principles. His own principles. (Like how many time has this man sold his soul) As you see later in the seasons, when he explores his own interests, you'll see that deep down, he hates control. He wants to be free. He hates rules. And, he's always ahead. Even when you don't see it. He's well prepared. Always five steps ahead.

Now coming to his Leo Moon. This man loves and absolutely craves for recognition and praise. Growing up, no one ever appreciated this sweetheart. Deep down, all he wanted was someone to see him. To be appreciated. And if he does, he glows. Like you can see that smile and a cute silly acts randomly. That sweet outburst which make no sense. (To you, not him) His inner child feels satisfied. It shines and glows. He'll never admit he wants this. But trust me, he does. He's a total sucker. And if he's not appreciated? Uff, let's not go to a depressed Dean. He's gets all broody and starts drinking dumps his feelings down. Probably even punch a wall or look at baby Sammy pictures or pictures of his mom.

His Ascendant? Saggitarius. That Dean Swagger. Blue Steel (Dean's Version)? Yep, this is it. The reason he likes the road no matter how cramped it is, it makes him feel free. Unchained. Not tied to a place. If you'd seen his life with Lisa, deep down, Dean wishes to travel. Explore. Sure, he wants family and stuff, but he's more of an adventurer and prefers someone who doesn't take that away from him. Now, his carefree and sarcasm layer... yeah you might get distracted by that and miss out how much emotional depth he's got deep down. He loves honesty. He forgives easy. He's blunt. He doesn't how much it hurts. He wants the real picture. He will understand you and he forgives. He's deep down a total softie. Don't lie to him. Please, he's very considerate. He loves. Hard and fast. So be nice. And honest.

Overall, he's very free spirited guy. He prefers someone who lets him explore the world. He doesn't like being tied down. As much as he craves affection, don't be overly clingy. He would absolutely will get annoyed. The last thing you wanna do is push him away. Sorry, but that's just the truth. So if you're someone who sees past his walls, someone who doesn't prefer overly clingy connection, honest, prefers deep connection (there's a difference between deep and clingy) and prefers free spiritedness... you're it. Go grab your Dean.

Now that we're done this... let's get to the spicy shit all you horny shits have been waiting for. Sex. How does he like it? When would it happen? Who would initiate it first? Who's freakier? At what stage of the relationship would it happen?

Now see, here's a difference. If it's a one night stand to blow off steam, he's gonna be freaky as fuck and be rough. Maybe soft. He'll be in full control. You can't do shit. He'll be respectful and hear you out obviously. But remember, he'll be incharge. This is the closest to what he gets a form if affectionate touch. He thinks this is only thing he doesn't mess up and is good at. Yes, he's insecure and seeks attention.

But when he gets into a serious relationship, it will be a few months or maybe days. Depends. Based on your preference, he'll ask you how or when you want it. Since, he's a good at reassuring, you might fold easy. He's good with comfort words. He knows and notices what you are insecure about. He will make sure one hundred percent that you fully open up to him before he makes love to you.

Now as for freakiness, he's a guy who's willing to try and give it a shot. He's open to suggestions. He's very open about what he likes and what he doesn't. He asks you. Keeps a note. He'd probably initiate the conversation after the first time you both do it. He loves to talk after sex. Makes him feel reassured. He wants feel that you both are at the same level of pace in thinking. And understanding. He would never do anything at all. To make you uncomfortable. Never. If it's a common kink and you don't want it, he just won't push it at all.

Sex for him is way to connect. It's for his reassurance. He will put your needs first. He will comfort you and give assurance. You will always feel like a queen and fulfilled.

So, in the end, he's a guy who wants love, freedom and explore. He gives and gives love and wants just appreciation and someone to understand him. Just the inner child wanting his freedom. Be a sweetheart and be kind and honest. And that'll be the best decision you'll make. So go grab your Dean today.

And that, is Dean Winchester's type.

Requested by the most wonderful Desi mutual @mahi-wayy

[yeonmuse]

── Its known that when an angel loses their wings heaven weeps for them, so why is she the one left crying ?

「. 성훈 , 재윤 」

𓍼 Her life takes a melancholic turn when she loses her mother, causing her to spiral completely. In a desperate attempt to numb herself she turns to parties, weed and alcohol which does nothing more than get her into trouble and tarnish her families reputation. Her inconsideration for others and irresponsibility earns her three new roommates, a father and two brothers — two brothers whom which she becomes the pawn of. Sim Jaeyun and his brother Sunghoon; the two are polar opposites, Jakes more into sports and books and Sunghoon is more into fast cars and nights out. Despite how different they are, they both have one thing in common — neither of them plan on losing this bet. Stakes are high as the first one to get her into their bed wins the others most prized possesion, but will either of them succeed?

ྀི park sunghoon x f!reader x sim jaeyun ── ɢenre.. melodrama, suggestive, non idol enha. feats. ot7 [reqs are closed] ᝰ.ᐟ my 𝓁ibrary ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

💭 : this series is for a mature audience 18+ of course I know I can’t control who reads this though, you’ve been warned that there are mature topics involved such as the following , ─ mentions of death, alcohol, substance abuse, marijuana, sexual topics & etc

MISERY LOVES COMPANY.

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“I’m sorry what?’’ as if not fully comprehending the words that had left her grandmother's mouth she blinks rapidly, trying to figure out if she had really heard that or if her mind was playing tricks on her

“You didn’t think I would be leaving you all by yourself when I went back to italy did you?’’

“So you decide to leave me with a complete stranger.’’

“He’s not a stranger my god you younger generations really don’t remember anyone. He was friends with your parents they all owned the bookstore together and they took you there when you were younger.’’ Though she vaguely remembered the bookstore, many of her childhood memories had faded to the deepest parts of her mind.

“Um.’’

“It’s alright if you don’t remember you were only about six or seven at the time.’’ he suddenly chimes in momentarily, stealing her attention away from her grandmother.

“Him and his two sons will be staying here, until I know you can be trusted to stay here on your own they’ll be looking after you.’’

“Oh great more people to add onto my misery.’’ she sighs, shaking her head and rubbing at her forehead, suddenly feeling a headache coming on.

“Well misery loves company dear.’’ her grandma comments rubbing her shoulders.

In addition to the fact that she had just now lost her mother, having three complete strangers move into her house just for the sole purpose of babysitting her; it gave her an entirely new reason to not want to leave her room. While she stayed cooped up inside, hating her life more with every second ( with the company of Sunoo through facetime ) the mansion's new inhabitants were roaming around freely.

“You mean to tell me someone was living here all on their own? Without getting lost?’’ Jake whispers beneath his breath as he enters the house for the first time, taking in the art that stretched from the floor to the ceiling and the chandeliers that would blind you if you stared too long, and that had only been the foyer.

“Quit gawking, you’re acting like you’ve never been in a house before.’’ Sunghoon comments, bumping against Jake's shoulder as he went off to find the room given to him before they got there.

“I have just never one this big.’’ Jake responds, his voice fading off as he scanned the place, eventually moving from the foyer to explore other parts of the house that they were now able to call their own.

Eventually they had all settled in, everything having gotten done much quicker with the help of movers, in contrast to the 7 hours of moving done by just the three of them. When they had finally finished the two boys along with their father and her grandmother all gathered out in the garden.

“Well first off welcome,i hope you boys are all settled in and have explored the house a bit.’’ her grandma inquires with a smile on her face, setting her tea aside so she could discuss with them the matters of the home.

“Yes ma’am all settled in.’’ Jake responds followed by a half hearted “yup” from Sunghoon who simply wanted the conversation to be over already.

“I want to apologize for my grandaughters absence she’s not feeling the best at the moment but she’ll come down once she’s ready.’’ Mr Park. gives a nod of understanding already knowing the girl's current state without the topic itself having been brought up.

“As much as i’d like to say you’re simply here to enjoy your time here one of your main priorities is to look after her while i’m away. I’ve made sure to enroll your boys into the same university and yn they'll get the top education needed, full rides. As for your work I know you sacrificed a lot to be here so I did pull strings with that publishing company you were interested in and you’ll start in three days, they’re giving you time to get settled." The three simply nod along as she spoke, sunghoon barely showing much interest in any word spoken until money had been involved.

“Now I know that you said you don't want to accept any money for being here with her, but I'll be paying you and your boys 3 thousand a week for any expenses that may come about. A bonus thousand if you can actually keep her in line.’’ she adds on pinching the bridge of her nose.

“I’m sure they’ll use it all responsibly right guys.’’ their father gives the two of them a look they knew all too well, they both shoot a smile her way, followed up by a band of yeses.

“Perfect, I'll still be here until Monday, but the place is yours. The only thing I asked of you is that you stay out of the last room on the left wing of the house. That room is strictly forbidden to anyone other than yn.’’ Sunghoon and Jake share a glance with one another before shrugging it off.

Once every matter had finally been discussed Mr. park and Ms. Kang both dispersed into their own parts of the house leaving the two boys outside.

“You think she’s that bad?’’ Jake questions, laying back on the grass and watching as rain clouds came rolling in.

“Nah it’s totally normal to be twenty two years old and still need a babysitter.’’ Sunghoon responds sarcastically, making Jake roll his eyes.

“I don’t know just seems weird to have this much money and live in a place like this and you can’t even manage it.’’

“She’s probably just one of those spoiled rich types that takes it for granted or gets herself into deep shit so now she needs someone to tend to her like she’s a child. Simple as that.’’ Sunghoon responds, pushing himself up from his seat.

“Where are you going?’’ Jake questions, sitting up from his seat on the grassland resting on his palms.

“To mind my business, don’t worry about it.’’ Jake simply shrugs it off, going back to his cloud watching as Sunghoon disappears back inside. Making a beeline straight for the left wing of the house.

He had heard exactly what her grandmother said about this side of the house; he was just never one to listen, especially when his curiosity got the best of him. So now here he was creeping towards the end of the hallway doing the exact opposite of what she had told them not to do.

After hours of keeping herself caged up in her room her stomach had finally persuaded her to leave it, she had been halfway down the hall when she saw a head of hair zoom up the stairs and into the left wing of the house, the side where only three rooms remained two of them being entirely off limits. Momentarily putting her hunger aside she follows suit.

Sunghoon had only made it halfway to the door when he heard someone speak up behind him, annoyance laced in their tone. But It obviously hadn’t been their dad or jake or her Ms. Kang so that only left one option and slowly but surely he turned to find her standing there.

“What are you doing?’’ Sunghoons eyes smoothly scanned over her, giving her a once over until he came to the conclusion that she wasn’t as bad as he imagined she’d look.

“Uh hello jackass, I asked a question.’’ as annoying as that mouth of hers was to him in that moment it was also absolutely amusing. He was expecting her to be some propper and prissy rich bitch but to his surprise she swore like a sailor.

“Just looking for the library.’’ he lied with ease, unfortunately for him she wasn’t buying it.

“Right, the bigass room downstairs that can easily be found if you walk past the kitchen.’’

“Not asking you to believe me unlike you my house before this didn’t need to come with a map.’’Sunghoon responds snarkily, making her nose scrunch up in annoyance.

“Okay who are you?’’

“Sunghoon, one of your new babysitters sweetheart,’’ He responds, shooting her a cheeky grin.

“Oh this day just keeps getting worse.’’ She rolls her eyes, letting out a huff as she turns on her heels and walks away, Sunghoon suddenly feeling compelled to follow behind her.

“So have you always needed a babysitter or is this like a new thing for you.’’ Sunghoon continues on, finding delight in the annoyed expression on her face.

“Stop talking to me or i’m going to have one less babysitter walking around here.’’ she responds shuffling down the stairs letting out an annoyed huff as he continues to stalk behind her.

“Don’t think your grandma would be too happy about you y'know killing one of your babysitters. That is if you even had the balls to do it.’’ Sunghoon mocks, resting his elbows on the kitchen countertop and his head on his palm as he watches her open the fridge.

“Who are you talking to?’’ Jake interrupts, entering the kitchen with a towel on his head as he rubs his hair dry from the rain. Eventually he looks over to find her standing at the fridge and he freezes on the spot, in contrast to Sunghoons onceover his was more subtle and less judgemental.

“Oh great there's two of you what's this one's name.’’ her gaze then shifts to him, away from Sunghoon who had gotten bored of her already which resulted in him getting on his phone.

“Jake, and you’re yn right?’’

“No i’m actually the ghost that haunts this place when she’s asleep.’’ she responds sarcastically, earning a snicker from Sunghoon who eventually got up to leave. Not forgetting to whisper a quick ‘I told you so�� in his brother's direction before walking out.

“So i see you met my brother, and he’s already gotten on your nerves I assume.’’

“Unfortunately.” she responds grabbing a water from the fridge and closing it, suddenly having lost her appetite

“Yep that’s the usual reaction people have to meeting him.’’ Jake comments, taking a seat at the island counter.

“So if he’s the moody one that makes you?’’ she pauses as if waiting for him to fill in the rest of the sentence.

“The not so annoying one, you know the one that’s got actual charm.’’ Jake responds, making her squint her eyes and her lips press into a thin line.

“Right…i’m gonna go now, and hopefully when i wake up tomorrow this will all be a dream and you and your moody brother won’t actually be here.’’ grabbing her a water from the counter she bids him a goodbye before leaving him alone in the kitchen.

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[strange-anni]

What Jonathan truly wants and needs

... and how his heart-to-heart with Argyle in the desert reveals why his relationship with Nancy is doomed

Part 1: Jonathan wants to feel loved and wanted

When Nancy talks to Robin in the woods she reveals how it was Jonathan who was supposed to visit her in Hawkins for the break. Yet he backed out for some vague mumbly Jonathan reason. This means he canceled the plans and but he still tells Argyle that there was part of him that expected Nancy to be on that plane and come to him to California.

That doesn't make much sense, does it? If he gives of the signals of not wanting to be approached why would he want her to come to him anyway?

It's because Jonathan is waiting for some kind of proof that Nancy still loves him and cares about his needs. That is why he expected her to be on that plane. To show him that despite what he said this relationship means something to her. That she is willing to go the extra mile to be with him. (Note: This does not come out of nowhere as the early scenes in S3 clearly show us how ready Jonathan was to follow her but not the other way around)

But clearly that did not happen.

Yet at the same time Jonathan was also relieved that she wasn't there. It's because that also means he doesn't have to confront his lie about his college application letter just yet as he doesn't want her to lose sight of her goals in life in order to be with him.

Here is the real kicker though: Nancy did not fulfill his expectation as she didn't visit him for spring break, so who is to say she will fulfill his expectation and offer to be with him in California?

While it is true that Jonathan doesn't want to tie her down and lose sight of her goals in life, he still wants her to consider it and to offer it to him which he would then vehemently decline and try to convince her to go to college on her own which she would do but this also would not solve his problem as then they still won't be able to be together.

So he's relieved that Nancy is not there, is relieved that he doesn't have to confront his lie about the letter just yet and it's also the reason why he is still lying about it at the end in S4 because as long as Nancy doesn't know the truth and outright declines Jonathan can still delude himself into thinking that she would.

Part 2: The nuclear family

So what gets me here is how Jonathans mind works. If we were to assume for one second that Nancy would indeed compromise and go to California to be with him (She would not but that's besides the point) Jonathans mind knows only one outcome for this scenario: getting married -> having kids (PLURAL) -> resent each other -> divorce -> kids hate him and everyone is miserable.

And while I get his fears and where he comes from this is by no means the only outcome this could have. Who is to say that they would marry? Why would they have children at all? Birth control exists and is readily available and to get married is also not like getting the flu or something. It's a decision they need to make and if they truly do not want to to then they don't have to do it.

Imho if Nancy were to come to him she'd most likely find another college to attend and focus on that. Maybe she won't even live with him in Lenora but in a bigger city in California. She'd just not be that far away as if she were in Boston and they would then proceed to see each other on the weekends.

But Jonathan doesn't even consider any of this. His mind goes straight to marriage and kids which in turn makes me question one thing:

What is he really afraid of?

Starting a nuclear family?

Or ending a nuclear family?

That'd be quite a surprising turn of events, wouldn't it? Cause I think it's the latter.

According to Jonathan his parents must have loved each other at one point and I believe this is what drives him into despair. It's love and he needs that love in his life. In his imagination love is always at the beginning of it and then everything just falls apart. He wants to get married and have kids but he has no idea at all how this won't turn out badly.

Compare all of this with Nancy who has no thoughts like that at all. Why? Because she doesn't worry about it. It's just not a part of her future plans and that's it.

Part 3: Compatibility and loving each other for who they truly are

Both of their visions of each other are pretty accurate. That's who they are and that's also why they love each other. It's 100% true and I do believe them.

It's also exactly what's driving them apart and the reason they should find the courage to end their romantic relationship while they still care about each other.

Nancy can't be in the environment Jonathan envisions without hating and resenting him in the end just as Jonathan can't go to college with Nancy because no matter what in the end her job would always come first.

Plus there is the matter of Will and Joyce too. He is neither willing nor ready to leave them to chase Nancys dream just as Nancy would never be ready to leave her dream behind just to be with Jonathan.

So in order to continue loving each other for who they really are Nancy and Jonathan must stop loving each other romantically and start loving each other platonically. It's an imperative.

[aventurineswife]

Yo! So i've been reading some scp foundation cause I was bored and this idea kinda pops into my head. What if the in the self aware au the creator/reader has similiar abilities like scp 073? In case you don't know scp 073 is a very interesting anomaly because any person that tries to harm scp 073 are the one that received the bad end of it. For example: Let's assume a someone tries to shoot scp 073 with a gun. This person shoots scp 073 in the heart however there is no wound on scp 073 instead the bullet bounces off. However the shooter has a bullet hole on their chest. Basically any damage that is intended on scp 073 is reflected on the attacker. Fun fact: Scp 073 is believed to be Cain from the Bible. The same one that commited the first murder by killing his brother Able. Now what if the reader has similiar abilities like for some reason a poor fool tries to harm the reader assuming it was a surprised attack someone tries to harm them and their followers got a panick attack because they weren't paying attention and they see the attacker laid down with wounds without the reader/creator so lifting a finger and the reader is fine like they are "This is fine" vibe. I can also find someone of the more scientific characters scratching their head because they realize they can't study the reader's blood which would frustrate them greatly. I see Ruan Mei or maybe Herta brainstorming on how to study the reader without harming them which would be kinda finally since they realized they can't fully comprehend their biology without paying the price. Also i kinda had this little scenerio in which The reader/Creator allows to be interrogated by Aglaea in which they let her see. Can you imagine how hard it would be for her to keep her poker face or the illusion on control when she realized the reader can't be harm or killed. But kinda cools down realizing the creator/reader is benevolent and kinda plays along with her since they don't want to wound her pride (We all know how rurthless Aglaea could be but it would be kinda funny to see a creator kinda trolling her)

Or another Idea what if some people that were trying to steal the creator/reader's blood only to find out the reader doesn't bleed because their body is made of light thus they can't collect any sample. I can only the reader taunting or trolling the people that want to study them like: Dottore, Herta (very light trolling), Morbius (Hi3rd), Jackal (Hi3rd), IPC, Sarah (ZZZ) or any character that wants to study the reader. I dunno it really depends on which person.

What do you think? (I honestly see this as for more comedy purposes since I don't see the reader taking them seriously since they aren't a threat to them)

Ohhh this idea is delicious. You’ve got that perfect blend of cosmic horror, divine absurdity, and comedy gold—like, the reader’s just casually SCP-073ing their way through the multiverse while everyone else is having a slow existential breakdown.

The scene of someone trying to stab the reader, only for the attacker to end up skewered instead, while the reader just blinks like “...anyway,” priceless. Ruan Mei and Herta losing their minds trying to understand why they can't poke, prod, or even scan you without consequences? Comedy writes itself.

Also, Aglaea trying to interrogate the reader and slowly realizing, “wait... they’re unkillable?” and trying to keep her façade of cool calculation while the reader just smiles knowingly? Absolute chef’s kiss.

I especially love the idea of light trolling. Imagine Jackal being like “gimme a drop of blood for science!” and the reader just flicks their arm open like “go on then,” and there’s nothing. Just soft, shifting light. Jackal: “...huh?” Reader: “Oops. No veins. My bad.”

And the fact that the reader’s benevolent but clearly having too much fun with it makes it even better. The divine unknowable playing dumb with a mischievous little grin? That's peak SAHSRAU content.

[starlattethesqueakwal]

I found a video with more on the history on human zoo's for those who need more context into why this song NEEDS to be cancelled from the show or at least rewritten so no one ends up being hurt by the implications of Rosie's song in season two.

Once again, these are the same people (the people who owened the zoo's) that started the "separate but equal" and I even remember the topic of racism being covered in Boondocks season 4 (in a much better perspective then Vivziepop ever could.) and it even teaches its audience about black history. A good messae with good action in the middle! (Which makes sense because the main creators were black so they would know more about Jim Crow laws than well... Vivziepop.)

Meanwhile for Hazbin Hotel we got.... this.

Being based on this.

Being made by a woman who looks like this. A white woman.

Which is legit abhorrent of Vivziepop to do, especially knowing that she is a white woman who clearly has a fetish for slavery scenarios.

For example:

Did you know that Stolas is meant to be white while Blitz is actually poc according to their human forms?

Barbie's human form is poc, and you know who Blitz is related to?

Barbie!

-and you know who Blitz is a sex slave to? (coercion.)

Stolas!

As Stolas coerced Blitz into the deal, there was no consent and Blitz was clearly in distress and even said "whatever!" as he didnt want to be with Stolas... in the first place!

So yes, Vivziepop has now had MULTIPLE SCENES in her content where a white slave owner is treating a person of color like their "plaything" or "pet" and she frames it like a "joke" or a "sexy" nearly EVERY.SINGLE.TIME outside of that one scene with Husk.

I wasnt even able to show all the chain scenes Vivziepop has in her content THERES THAT MUCH.

It's why I firmly believe that just posting online isnt enough anymore.

People need to actually protest against Hazbin Hotel!

Specifically at cons where they're more likely to be heard.

I know that this might be a controversial take, but its worth a try if the critical community wants to be heard from a wider view than just Tumblr. Twiter just causes fights, Tumblr is more secluded and social media isnt the only way to get people's attention. Especially when these are shows that's been shown to REAL children, on purpose (if any of you have seen the posts about hazbin cons you'd know that there tends to be parents with minors there.), and has influenced them into:

Laughing about rape.

Laughing about racism.

Thinking that slavery between a cannonical white man and a poc is "hot."

-and all sorts of abhorrent things such as showing vodou, a black culture, as "SCARY!" and depicting a mixed black man as the "cannibal" black stereotype and such. Something that should have had a protest about ages ago, but sadly no one has thought of taking public action against Vivziepop and her toxic shows.

-and the fact that no one has protested against this show already is a shocker. Especially since for Clone High, people did a hunger strike against the depiction of Gandhi, HUNDREDS of people, and it led to him being cut out of the reboot entirely.

Imagine how much we could all accomplish if hundreds came together at protested Vivziepop at a con. I would make news headlines! People need to come together to make things right!

Its why the critical community exists! If you think about it, its just one big political movement against a controlling white woman and the representation in her content along with the treatment of her workers in her business. I feel that as a political movement, the Vivziepop critical community needs to have their own protests the same reason that people protest against trump and elon musk.

Not just that, people need to protest more against transphobes and racists in general!

There needs to be a protest against JK Rowling AND Vivziepop if anything!

Hell, people are already having protests against JK Rowling!

But that's it! Though I cannot protest myself due to health restrictions, many of us in the anti Vivziepop and anti jk rowling community can!

Let's work to make a difference together!

Who's with me?

(Say "AYE!" in the reblogs if you want to protest at Vivziepop's next con, along with momocon and many cons to come!)

Saberspark is CANCELLED! (By a popular creator!)

Here is my response for those interested:

Link to the video mentioning Saber and Black Gryphon (who was also thankfully and FINALLY been cancelled for (allegedly, but with evidence) being a child groomer!):

[hexxter]

What if Luxu and Player encounter each other with each of the player’s reincarnation

Luxu who is stealing bodies vs the kid that keeps coming back to life

[mitch4tune]

small spoilers

My 128-page file on Gilbert's controlling behaviour condensed to 22 seconds:

Absolutely no shade to those who like Gilbert; I'm just saying it should be kept in mind that this is noooooot who you want as a partner in real life and that this behaviour shouldn't be romanticized.

Editing note(s): - I didn't use motion tracking to make the images move. I went frame-by-frame and entered each of the coordinates in the keyframes like the masochist perfectionist I am.

[dxxtruction]

Louis does see Armand for all his flaws, and yet still chooses him, and loves him, but when he sees them for what they really were, and really entailed, he no longer can. Oh, gradations of evil. Louis had in ways bought into it.

[puppppppppy]

ive made myself more wet and pathetic

[funkle420]

a great way to combat genAI in the future would be educating kids (and teens and college students and all ppl) on art way more.

[nexus-nebulae]

Ive gotten so used to not being able to play most games bc of my hands and reaction time n stuff so ive basically gotten used to hitting a ceiling in a game where i can't play normally anymore and need to use assists/cheats so every time i find a game that i Don't need to do that for whenever it ends im just like wait huh thats it???

[pinipig]

i don't know how to draw it out but nicola constantly modifies his body for other people, not even out of like kink-related reasons, he's just a people pleaser. as in, he went to remy's farm just to get bigger tits cause whitney told him he liked it. he then used pills to shrink them down to nothing cause he suddenly lost interest in looking like a girl. he got back with whitney again and now he has c-cups. he sticks to diets he can't manage. his purple hair was a choice so he wouldn't look so boring next to whitney. his ideal body would be something he can swap body parts on. I'm making him a robot if i ever use him outside of dol.

[zorbik-guligan]

Y'know hearing people talk about gender made question my own which is fine i kinda just expected yeah still a guy but uh no i kinda reliazed i dont care but it doesn't feel like its nothing like non binary but more like i change to fit whatever situation im in as best i can and changing gender doesn't bother me cause i dont feel very strongly one way or another not a guy or girl just kinda here being me not necessarily nothing but something and it doesn't really matter since im pan and prefer using urinals but still its always kinda weird when someone asks about pronouns cause i just dont care i just choose whatever works the best which i guess would be any but like anytime ive said that it feels not quite right

[hellokittyish]

★ thinking about suguru being your academic rival, the unspoken competition between you beginning on the very first day of college when the advanced calculus professor handed out a brain teaser to help everyone settle in, only for you and suguru to be the only students able to solve it. the problem?

he finished it a second before you did.

and from then on, the two of you would compare everything: average GPA score, exam grades, pop quiz results, who could make the other cum quicker — oh yeah… how could you forget to mention the part where somewhere along the way, the tension between you managed to leak from the classroom into the bedroom. oops.

so that’s how you find yourself in your current position of trying to take suguru down your throat while he simultaneously attempts to ruin your focus by flicking the tip of his annoyingly talented tongue over your swollen clit.

“aww, is someone struggling?” he purrs, violet eyes boring into the back of your head while he continues his languid licks through your embarrassingly wet folds. “y’know… this could all be over right now if you just admit that you can’t keep up with me.”

“s-shut up,” you grumble weakly, briefly pulling off of his cock to speak with a lewd string of saliva connecting your heaving lips to the thick head. “i can keep up just fine.”

“oh, really?” he drawls, tone dripping with condescension while he trails a slender finger down the curve of your spine, causing your body to arch instinctively and sink down even further onto his mouth in response. “is that why you’re giving me a blowjob so bad that i’d think it was your first time if i didn’t know any better, hm?”

instead of using your mouth to shoot back another sharp retort; you decide to put it to better use by inhaling a deep, steadying breath and lowering it down on suguru’s length once again, taking him right to the base and fighting the urge to gag as his fat tip rubs against the back of your throat.

“s-shit,” he hisses through clenched teeth, his own ministrations forgotten entirely as his hips involuntarily buck upwards into your mouth. “if you don’t stop that i’m g-gonna fuckin’ cum.”

determined to make him lose control before you do, you start to bob your head up and down on his girth as fast as you can. but just when you begin to let yourself believe that you’re guaranteed to win this round, he pulls out one last trick from up his sleeve.

he bites your clit, sharp canines grazing the sensitive bud in a way that causes your throat to clamp down on his cock and your vision to flash white for a few long moments as your climax suddenly washes over you — but he’s faring no better either, a low groan spilling from his lips as thick ropes of his cum spurt straight down your throat.

“huh. guess we can call this round a tie then,” suguru hums in a frustratingly casual manner, pushing some stray raven hairs back from his forehead and flashing you a cat-like smile as you peer at him dazedly over your shoulder. “what do you say we make it the best of out of three tonight, hm?”