#dw fanfics

[thedemonastrophel]

HELLO THIRTEENTH DOCTOR ENJOYERS‼️‼️

I would like to offer you this ao3 profile I stumbled upon with over 35 fics entering on the thirteenth doctor and the majority of them include the Master.

À lot of them are very gory and very angsty, which I myself absolutely adore and the way they're all written makes them so much fun to read

Here is their ao3:

And here is their Tumblr! @picnokinesis

I highly recommend these fics to ANYONE who loves 13 because they're honestly just so incredibly written, and the concepts for some of these are just so perfect.

On a side note: I'm going to be trying to work my way through reading all these fics, but since I finished 13's seasons this will probably be my lifeline.

[sneezingisnotnormal]

When the episode looked like it was just a “kids these days with their tinktonks” and then suddenly the protagonist kills harry styles and then reveals she’s been racist this whole time

[fandomlobsterart]

.... Guys I'm 5000 words into the fanfic I'm writing, send help. Anyway summary doodle of the scene where Goob and Scraps fight over Finn like a doll they won't share. Featuring each character's idea of what a relationship with Shrimpo would look like

[merlinmylove]

Arthur is cursed into eternal sleep

He is not waking up, and everyone is lost for answers on how to save their King.

Except no one knows Arthur is wandering around as a spirit, or a ghost, perhaps his soul is outside his body. The usual trope.

He can see and hear everything — but he cannot talk to anyone. He is completely helpless.

One night he sees his uncle enter his rooms with a blade in hand. It’s an ornate dagger carrying the House of Du Bois sigil. He leans over and holds it to his throat.

“Not so powerful now are you, My Lord” He sneers. Arthur feels dread wash over him like cold water down the back of his neck.

His uncle!

His own uncle, his last living relative and direct ties to his mother was about to slit his throat while he slept. Arthur was about to watch his own death and there was nothing he could do.

Agravaine is testing different angles. “How shall it be, huh? Quick and simple? A clean cut?” He paused. “No. My sister died a painful death, her blood spilling out as she lay dying, just so Uther could have an heir. You shall die a similar way.” Agravaine was entirely too pleased as he looked down on his sleeping nephew.

“No one can help you, no one can save you now, not even Emrys”

As the man begins to add pressure on his hand and aims for the neck to cut, Merlin enters from the servants door as if he had been summoned by the Gods.

Arthur has never been more elated and scared at the same time.

Agravaine is frozen in place. Merlin, moving quicker than Arthur has ever seen him move, is by Arthur’s side and holding his hand over Agravaines.

“Ah, Merlin” Lord Agravaine is cheerfully calm, as if he hadn’t just been caught attempting regicide. The blade was still pressing against Arthur’s throat.

“I was just helping my newphew shave. It’s so dreadful to see him like this” He tutted with a condescending tone.

“I shave His Majesty every other day” Merlin’s cold stone voice is like thunder from clear sky.

He grips the knife with his hand, and if the blade cuts into his skin, he shows no sign of it. In fact, Merlin’s face remains impressively blank throughout their silent conversation.

“I think you should leave now.”

Found out and frustrated, Agravaine drops the blade onto Arthur’s chest and moves towards the door. A few droplets of blood splatter against the white linen of his shirt.

Merlin stays still with his eyes focused on Arthur’s breathing chest. Only when the traitor reaches the door does he speak.

“Lord Agravaine” Merlin’s words stop him in his tracks.

“What?” He spits out, no longer able to conceal his true feelings. Disgust and hatred is clear in both in his voice and in his features. The older man turns and stares at the servant.

Arthur fears for both of their lives.

“I wonder what Queen Ygraine would think of your actions here tonight.”

“I beg your pardon!”

“I wonder what your sister would think if she knew that you were having an affair with her husband’s bastard daughter” Merlin elaborated. He looked entirely too comfortable taunting the man.

Arthur tried to move in front of Merlin, to save him from his uncles anger, but Agravaine moved through him as if he was nothing but smoke.

Agravaine reaches for his sword, but Merlin is quicker. “How dare you call her that! I will strike you where you stand”

“But it is true. You claim to love Ygraine, but instead of supporting your sisters son, you betray him for Uther’s bastard child”

Agravaine moves quickly with his sword raised. Merlin stops him with the hidden sword Arthur keeps beside his bed. Only Merlin knows of its existence.

He never knew Merlin was such a skilled swordsman.

Despite his age, Agravaine would easily win a sword fight against Merlin. Arthur tried shouting for help, but no one could hear him in his ghost state.

“I’m not the sort of man you wish to antagonise.” Merlin pointed his sword at his uncles chest. “And you certainly do not wish to make an enemy of me. Just ask Morgana what happened to her sister. Or to Nimhue. Or Cornelius Segan.”

“You think you can kill me?” Agravaine laughed at him and pushed the tip of the sword away.

“Maybe. Maybe not. Who says it will be me? Tell me, my lord. Do you know the name of the servant who dresses you each morning? Could you recognise him in a crowd? Do you even know the name of the cook that makes your food? I do”

Merlin was so calm and collected it was scary. Even Agravaine seemed to be unsettled by his tone.

“I know every knight, servant, and guard in the citadel. I know who dresses you, which servants prepare your wine and who makes your food…and maybe my hand might slip...”

“You threaten to poison me like you did Morgana” He hissed in realisation.

Poisoning Morgana? When on earth had Merlin done that?!

“Maybe. Who’s to say it would be poison. I could kill you any manner I wish. Either way, you’ve overstay your welcome and I must ask you to leave the Kings chambers.”

“I’m the Kings uncle and a high lord of the council, you cannot order me about!” He was sweating with anger now, and his condescension had turned righteous.

“Guards!” Merlin shouted. Half a second later the door opened and four men appeared, swords in hand, ready to defend their King.

Arthur let out a sigh of relief. Finally, Merlin was safe.

“Yes Merlin?” Sir Alfred asked while eying the two men with their swords drawn. It was quite the scene, Arthur admitted.

“Please escort Lord Agravaine out of the Kings chambers. He is not to enter again without my permission.” Merlin lowered his sword and walked back to the bed where Arthur’s still body lay.

Agravaine laughed at this, but quickly realised that he was the only one who saw any humour in it, when two knights strong-armed him. “Unhand me at once! How dare you take the word of a servant over the word of a Lord!” His fighting was easily combated by the expert knights. He had lost.

Sir Alfred looked him in the eyes. “By orders of the King, we are to treat every word from Merlin as if they were his own. If Merlin says you’re no longer welcomed in the Kings chambers, we will act accordingly.”

They dragged the lord out of the room in an undignified way.

Arthur watched as the door clicked shut and Merlin finally showed some emotion. Falling to his knees before Arthur’s bed, he grabbed his hand and kissed it.

Heaving with tears and shock he choked out “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry” He kissed his hand again. “I won’t ever let him come near you ever again, I promise.”

Arthur wanted to assure his friend that he knew Merlin would keep him safe, that he trusted him more than anyone else in the world! But no sounds came out of his mouth.

When Merlin got up he began touching Arthur’s chest and throat, seemingly feeling his heartbeat and pulse underneath his fingers. “You’re safe, you’re safe, you’re safe”

He reaches down and presses a kiss to his forhead mumbling words mostly to calm himself, rather than to address the sleeping man before him. “Arthur is alive. He’s alive”

[hinamie]

confessions of affection

chapter 4 of Like the Moon Haunts the Sun is out now!! we hope u enjoy the chapter <3 some... stuff happens lmao twirls hair cutely read from the beginning here ...or don't ...haha...unless? lmhs blog: @lmhsfic sam my love: @philosophiums

[morriemonnie]

obligatory flustered cosmo doodle dumpsies

ALSO BONUS OBLIGATORY COSMO IN MY DESIGN

[thelilylav]

You’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

Good luck, babe….

ref:

[r3ynah]

Yoo, same

Kon stood nervously beside the shut front door of his family home (which was currently empty due to every single family member of his were busy), he fiddled with his fingers, his senses seemingly becoming more and more sensitive as time went on, glancing up at the grandfather clock Mr. Bruce Wayne gifted to them every so often.

This was the day, the day Kon will tell his first ever long time 'normal' best friend his secret, finally after so many years he could really free himself from the guilt of lying and hiding his identity to Dani, he imagines the hilarious shocked face Dani will make when Kon tells her his Super boy, and how excited she will be not even sparing him a minute to answer her dozens of questions, Kon chuckled to himself as the idea swam in his mind.

But his chuckles, were stopped as a thought floated up in his head 'What if it'll be the other way? what if she'll never talk to me ever again?' Kon silently thought as he tapped his foot overwhelmed by the thought of his best friend not seeing him as a regular human being anymore and just a clone freak, he didn't want that the black hair blue-eyed girl despite her features was not part of the Wayne family, which shocked Kon upon their first meeting due to the fact Dani also lived in Gotham.

But Kon found out soon enough that Dani lived with her older siblings, a cool older sister named Jazz, Jazz had red hair, but her smile was the same as Dani's, and an odd older brother who Kon thought at first was her Twin brother, it didn't help that their names was also very similar Dani having an i, while her older brother Danny had a Y, they were cool people, Kon would like to hang out with them more often, but that'll will only happen if Dani still sees Kon as Kon after this discussion.

But is it all worth it? to just reveal it his life, his identity? after all Dani was the only time Kon ever felt normal, he wanted to be happy, he wanted to be understood, he wanted to be normal, he wanted to be selfish, he wanted Dani.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door which startles him greatly, he knows who's at the opposite of door, after all only one person can ever go sneak up on him a surprise him to death, 'Dani' was the only thing he can think about as he turned the doorknob to open the front door.

And "Dani" was the only thing he breathed out as he faced the girl that stood Infront of him, Dani always liked to put on comfy and edgy clothes that makes people mistake her for a boy if it weren't for her long hair, which Kon realized Dani never cared if she was called the opposite gender she finds it as a compliment, her regular long side bangs that usually resides on the right side of her face was put up with a hair clip, her face was in full view, and even the gods can't fathom on how pretty she was.

She smiled at him with her oddly crooked sharp teeth, and Kon knew he was in danger right there and then, but for the reasons you don't think it is.

"Heya Konnie, what made you call me in like the middle of the semester?" Dani asked as she tilted her head, "Just want to talk with you." Kon stated as he moved to the side to give her room to head in, after letting Dani walked in Kon closed the door behind her.

"Come follow me, let's go to the balcony" Kon said as he grabbed Dani's wrist to drag her where she complied easily and just let Kon do his thing, Kon breathed out the trust Dani had in him, made him want to just breakdown right there in the middle of the living room floor, because he knows that after this there will be a chance Dani won't want to be there to spend the life they had imagined in the past together in the near future.

But he kept himself strong after all there was still the other positive half.

They had reached the balcony in less than 3 minutes, Kon sat silently on one of the sofas placed, Dani following and sitting on the left side, Dani put her head on top of Kon's shoulder, and Kon let's her, Dani took Kon's hands and played with them putting his ring on different fingers, Kon let's her, she tangles her hands with Kon's, and Kon let's her.

"Dani..." Kon let out, Dani hummed in response

"I need to confess to you about something." Kon mumbled, this time Dani looked up at him.

"What is it?" Dani asked, Kon looked down at her, meeting her eyes was hard, did it ever get this suffocating when talking to her in the past?

definitely not. there was no time, place, or event Kon ever felt uncomfortable with her next to him. Kon slowly got onto his knees Infront of Dani making her confused.

"Konnie? why are you kneeling" Dani giggled as she found the scene Infront of her utterly funny but stopped when she saw how serious Kon looked and how his hands that were still holding onto Dani's was trembling. "Kon, are you okay?"

"Danielle, I have been hiding something from you for a very long time, and I can't handle keeping it for much longer" Kon's voice trembled, there was no turning back the consequences can come later, he needs to let this guilty burden out of his chest. he looks up at Dani with her eyebrows furrowed and blue eyes that glinted in worry.

she looks ethereal and only heaven knows on how Kon yearns for his best friend.

"I'm Super boy" Kon uttered out his voice cracking but only slightly.

He yearns to tell her the truth.

"I have been Super boy even before we met"

He yearns for her approval

"Not only that, but I'm also a clone of the one and only Superman"

He yearns for her acceptance

"I'm sorry for lying and hiding my identity from you."

He yearns for her forgiveness

"Dani, I love you so much it hurts." he went quiet his body full of anxiety his knees became weak as he observed any signs of emotion in the black-haired girl's face.

He yearns for her.

And he has a feeling she know it too.

Is this it? everything they worked hard for this friendship disappearing just like that, on this day, here in the balcony? please no, his heart couldn't possibly take that, she wants her beside him, he'll take any route of destiny as long as she stays, even if she turns to despise his very being, he'll take it with no hesitation.

As long as she's with me, everything's worth it.

He didn't even realize he was crying until he felt a pair of hands caressing his face wiping his tears in the process, Dani made him look at her, she smiled at him softly then she opened her mouth and uttered "It's okay I forgive you, thank you for telling me." Dani held him close and let Kon's head rest on her chest. "I promise you, I'm not going anywhere, after all any place I'll go will be painstakingly boring without you beside me."

Finally letting go of the mixed emotions that had built inside of him, Kon cried, he cried until his throat became sore and his eyes became red from the tears, and Dani stayed until the very end just like she promised.

PLUS SCENE

Kon laid on the sofa tired and lazily staring at the ceiling, a random cartoon show played from the TV, one of his hands was holding onto to Dani's Hand, as the girl looked focused on the show, Kon let his eyes close for a second succumbing to the peace, until Dani opened her mouth.

"You said earlier that you were a clone, right?" Dani asked her eyes remained on the TV

Kon hummed "yeah why?"

"Yoo, same" Dani laughed, her reply made the exhaustion from Kon's body leave immediately, he sat straight up and his mouth open as he looked at Dani in surprise.

"Excuse me, WHAT??" Kon stated in disbelief, Dani bent over clutching her stomach as she laughed at his reaction.

[bugconfection]

Drink drink (Ms paint with mouse)

[horror-beeings-artandwriting]

Sprout x reader headcanons? Like, imagine being on a run with him and he keeps trying to make you take the bandaid even though you’ve been on full health for the last few floors and he just has one heart.

Sprout please just take it

I can do that! Funnily enough I’m a sprout main most of the time.

Prompt: headcanons(romantic)

Characters: Sprout

Pronouns: GN reader

Sprout has always been way to overprotective, about his friends, about You, I mean you the most since yk. Partner. He always try’s to get you to take the meds even if you’re full up on them and at 3 hearts. Then if you won’t take them he’ll make someone else take them!!! You have to literally BEG. This man’s to take a health item. Boy could be distracting on 1 heart, verge of passing out and would still make sure you took a band if you got hit once. He can’t loose you… He lost so many others. Astro.. Cosmo… Pebs.. Shelly… He can’t loose the one he loves most… He can’t loose you. So, he’ll make sure to heal you. To give you all the meds you need. But when you explain to him that, him not taking care of himself, or letting himself get hurt, hurts you…he gives in; and starts taking bands once in a while… You still have to beg him to pick one up if you’re on 2 hp, and have no meds. But he starts being a LITTLE more selfish and takes them. He calls it selfish at least. He always reminds himself, every time he takes a band, or a med… He’s alive for you. And he can’t die. Because you need him.

Hope this is okay!!! Sorry it took so long D:

[thedemonastrophel]

@spoopdeedoop Apologies for the incessant pinging but I've made you something :]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54374356

[fishermanshook]

HEART OF GOLD ICHOR.

( sprout s. , glisten , & vee v. ) + gn!toon!reader

⋆·˚🔱 ༘ * hints of inspo. from @eclipseberrycake. [go read their work it’s divine] , h/c’s + small size intended , can be read as romantic or platonic [best friends for /p readers] , possible ooc-ness , mentions of a panic attack [glisten.] , reader is hinted to be a distractor , I can’t write dialogue for shit , not proof-read , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

Runs are inherently dangerous. No matter how seasoned of a distractor you are, there’s no guarantee you’ll ever make it back to the elevator in time.

This run is just another piece of evidence as to why.

꒰wc꒱ 1,427 , read pt. 2 here.

SPROUT SEEDLY.

Had Sprout Seedly been there just a second earlier, he knows he could’ve gotten you. He knows he would’ve been able to swoop you up and away as his twisted form was hot on your tail, tendrils spiraling up from the ground as you dodged them left and right. But deep down inside, he knows that he wouldn’t have been able to anyway, not when the last machine had finished and not after a twisted Gigi popped up and out of nowhere, the two of them pulling your mangled body down into a pool of black tar as the elevator closed right in front of him.

Right in front of you, with your hand extended out just enough that he swears he could’ve touched the tips of your fingers.

Sprout doesn’t register the first tear that falls, nor the second or third. Not until he hears the all too familiar cranking and turning of Dandy’s little shop of Horror does he instinctively wipe his face with the back of his hand. It comes back slightly wet, damp with the salty tears of his own. Instead of sadness, rage takes its place, and it takes everything in him to hold that back.

—

“What the fuck Dandy!” Sprout screams at the colorful flower sitting pretty behind his make-shift pop-up store, a bandaid perched between the two of them— on discount, nonetheless.

“Deary me, what seems to have occurred— oh! You seem to be down one—oooh. Ah.” Dandy’s face falters for a second. Floor thirty three and just now they lose you. How pitiful. “I was wondering how long it would take.”

Anger boiled inside of him. A rage he hadn’t felt for god knows how long. “Listen, man,” Sprout announced, fishing around in his bag for something, “I’ll give you as many tapes as you want, I’ll give up every single one I earn and be in debt to you as long as needed,” he slams what seems to be a bucket full of tapes on Dandy’s stand, “but I’m not leaving here until I get that damn antidote for [name]. So pay up.”

“Sprout, you know that I can’t do that.”

“If you care about the wellbeing of your so-called ‘friends’, you’ll give me the fucking thing.”

“Get the research first, Seedly.” And Dandy’s shop is already going down. Sprout doesn’t dare follow along, too shaken up to heave himself over the shop table and fall after the deceptive little flower.

GLISTEN.

One second, you’re standing by him, watching the area and playing with the ginormous pink bow on his back while he works his magic at the machine. The next? You’re being dragged away from him, a scream ripped out of you before pure silence followed quickly after. Glisten can only whip his head around in time to spot the familiar growing dark puddle of tar alongside the ichor-stained claws of twisted Goob himself.

He wants to scream, to cry, to jump himself on top of the monster that twisted Goob is and rip out his stupid fucking eyeballs for being the reason he can’t find your black and blue bruised body—but he just can’t find it in himself. Even as the furry craft locks his beady little eyes on the vanity mirror, he can’t move a muscle. At least he’ll be joining you again, minus the discomfort that his twisted form brought him, at least he’ll still be with you.

And it’s as if Rodger can hear his deeply unspoken thoughts because the magnifying glass is quick to snatch Glisten's arm away before Goob can and do it himself, tossing him a few stale gumballs —the ones that get left in Dandy’s inventory for far too long— and tell him to start running. That’s when the adrenaline kicks in, and he can only get as far as he can before the mirror’s hunched over on his knees, gasping for air as he starts to hyperventilate. The main’s plushies loom directly over him. Vee and Astro stare disappointingly above him: aren’t you meant to keep face? What does one toon’s death mean to you?

They stare with no mercy, and Glisten only feels like he might puke.

—

The elevator is cold and quiet by the time Glisten can pull himself inside. One teleport to Tisha and he’s already clinging to the side of the door trying his best to conceal his broken attempts at breathing and the mascara dripping from his teary eyes— but is it even worth it at this point? What’s left to hide when the one thing he’s cherished oh, so much has been stripped away from his side?

You’re gone. One with the ichor now, and Glisten can only beg his teammates to end the run here. He can’t risk Dandy pulling at the string of fucking fate and having to run into your twisted form. No, he doesn’t even want to imagine what you may look like. Your body, mangled and deranged and forced to move to the ichor’s will.

The team listens to his prayer, and they head back up, but not before he can make out just the slightest bit of something coming from the other side of the door. Echoes of a voice sounding way too familiar to your shouting. Screaming. Of agony? He hopes not, but at him? He thinks he’ll twist himself before he dares to take a hearken.

VEE VERSION ONE.

It’s always a game of luck and skill when you’re a distractor —you never truly know what to expect next. Sure, you can predict the next time Scraps will try and snipe you, and you can surely attempt to avoid Rodger’s watchful and menacing eye after someone didn’t pay close enough attention towards what capsule they were picking up…but escaping from a twisted pebble? Vees…not sure.

She knew she shouldn’t have let you distract this floor. They had Pebble with them —someone who, not to be rude, was much faster than you in situations like these. You could’ve just let the guy take his twisted version, let him run himself tired all across the map, but no. YOU wanted to play hero today, so you went ahead and put yourself on the line, Astro wasn’t able to reach you in time for a stamina boost and you didn’t have a pop or even a speed candy on you and you had too little supplies to work with and—snap.

The sound itself rings throughout the map again. Or, in this case, through Vee’s mind as the wires and zeros and ones of her digitally coded, precisely ciphered DNA force her to relive your last moments on a never-ending loop. Over and over and over again.

Guilt rots in her motherboard as they descend the elevator once more. Numbness overcomes her heart, and she feels as if she’s on the verge of breaking out into tears, but nothing comes. Just the newfound pit in her stomach, and the overarching feeling that she can’t go on like this for much longer. The feeling only continues to grow, bubbling in her stomach and escaping to other regions of her toon-like body. She can’t stay in here for another second, and without another thought, Vee’s already pulling the lever to head back to the lobby. No questions asked, even as the others look with momentary confusion before putting the dots together.

Vee is the first one to leave the elevator and ignores any other calls of her name quickly after. None of them emit the same tone that yours once did anyway.

—

By the time Vee makes her way back to her room, she feels empty. The television flickers quietly as she sinks down in front of her vanity mirror; its shine fades without you here. She senses her energy waning, as if her system is shutting down. The world around her feels like it is crumbling, and Vee can only just make it to her bed—overwhelmed by the decorative sheets and blankets she had borrowed from your room during the countless sleepovers you shared—before her strength gives out completely. Her empty body lands softly on the bed with a quiet thud.

Vee won’t wake for at least the next few hours, and no one should expect to see her around so suddenly after your demise.

note: so how did we like the angst...

© fishermanshook — no stealing , translating , plagiarizing or reposting my work on other any other sites + reblogs adored !!

[boredheadd]

Art with the AU "I Meant to hate" on AO3. (Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60555160/chapters/154602415)

I just love this fanfic, and the creator is so sweet 💕

Don't eat that, little boy. it's bad!

[stitchthelilo]

had a quick browse on ao3 and my god you people write fast cause there is ALREADY doctor x rouge fics

[peachdues]

Enjoy a peek at Giyuu learning how not to act like a virgin when with the person he loves in TGW Part II

“Well, if you want her first time to be special –”

“It’s not her first time.” Giyuu said bluntly before feeling his ears heat slightly as Tengen raised his eyebrows in surprise. “We – before the final battle –”

“Tengen’s mouth curved into a wicked smile. “Ah, so you just couldn’t wait, huh?”

“Well, obviously it’s hard for women to reach completion their first time, even when you properly prepare them –”

“Prepare?” Giyuu interjected, looking quizically at the Sound Pillar.

“Well, y’know, the stuff ya do before you actually put it in.” Tengen clarified, but he paled at the vacant look in the former Water Pillar’s eyes.

“Y-youd did prepare her, didn’t you?” Tengen demanded, sitting up straighter as his eyes narrowed.

Giyuu only stared back at him with that same, blank look, though Tengen could see the blush creep down his ears and to his neck.

The former Sound Pillar pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers, eye screwed tightly shut. “Are you telling me,” he grit out. “That you just shoved it in without even stretching her out a bit first? Or at least making sure she was properly lubricated down there?”

Giyuu felt slightly affronted at his friend’s tone. “What do you mean by ‘prepare?’”

Tengen groaned. “Giyuu. Did you use your fingers or your tongue before you put your cock in her?”

He was silent as he thought for a moment. “Was I supposed to?”

Tengen stared in disbelief at the stoic ravenette, before dragging a hand over his face. “Y’know, you shouldn’t be intimate with someone until you know what you’re doing.” He grumbled. “Even Shinazugawa came to me for help before he got with his girl.”

Giyuu cocked his head in confusion. “It’s not like we planned it in advance – it just happened.”

The Sound Pillar’s eye widened in horror. “Giyuu,” he hissed, bracing his hand on his hip. “I’ve seen you change before – you’re not small.” He groaned, loudly at the confusion on his comrade’s face. “Unbelievable – that poor girl.”

“It’s not as though I was rough –” The Water Pillar countered, his tone indignant, but Tengen held up a hand to silence him.

“It doesn’t matter how many times my wives and I get together – I always make sure to prepare them beforehand. Thoroughly.”

Tomioka remained quiet, so Tengen asked, “Do you want to be intimate with her again?”

Giyuu nodded as enthusiastically as someone like Giyuu could, and Tengen sighed. He lowered himself to sit on the large boulder and crossed his legs. “You might as well get comfortable, Tomioka, because you’ve got a lot to learn about female pleasure – and that’s assuming Y/N even lets you back into her bed.”

[morriemonnie]

hey hey ... !! me and my bf wrote another fruitcake fanfic >:9

it's a little more longer this time, so i hope you enjoy it !!

✦ | https://archiveofourown.org/works/63900034