#sub paradox live

[mcsupernova]

— Puppy boys who will be obedient and do whatever you tell them to do. Puppy boys who pant as they wait for their reward for being a good boy. Puppy boys who get in all fours because they're so needy they can't wait any longer. Puppy boys who let you collar them and owning them. Puppy boys who will ask shyly for pats in their head. Puppy boys who let you breed them because the thought of having puppies with you makes them wet themselves. Puppy boys <3

Allen , Shogo , Rokuta , Satsuki , Chisei , Yuto , your favs ♡

— Kitty boys who don't care about anyone but you. Kitty boys who will let you pet them even though they're embarrassed. Kitty boys who will snuggle up to you because they can't say what they want in words. Kitty boys who want to be pampered by you, raising their asses for you to take care of them. Kitty boys who will lose all their pride when you fuck them. Kitty boys who will be cute and purr when you touch their parts. Kitty boys <3

Kanata , Nayuta , Itsuki , Hokusai , Yohei , Hancho , Haruomi , your favs ♡

[hyewka]

*ೃ unconventional sex

synopsis. where they'd like to fuck outside of the boring ol’ bedroom.

warnings/notes. mostly sub!reader (beomgyu's a tad bit subby), no protection + creampie, mention of impregnation for soobin, dry humping, fingering, groping, bulge kink, reader's older with beomgyu (use of noona honorifics), barely proofread + varying lengths with each extract, does not include yeonkai !

★ choi soobin |

ever since the overwhelming amount of layoffs widespread throughout your entire company had started to hit your specific department, you've been coming from work exhausted, ready to slip off your torturous heels the moment you key your door open, stumbling over to your bedroom to finally throwing yourself on the comfort cushion you've been drooling about all day. usually, you'd take the time to stare up your ceiling contemplating the day, and the day before, and the day before...until your brain picks up the overly familiar rattle of the door—each time, startling you awake with the realization that you were about to drift to sleep in your work clothes, without taking a shower, makeup still very much on your face. during these days are you especially grateful with your boyfriend's struggle with the door despite living here for the past two years has persisted, because god knows soobin would've opted to let you sleep instead of waking you up.

soobin gets home, you go take a shower, then prepare yourself for bed as he enters the bathroom. its a routine you've grown accustomed to. today was no different— your brain is on its own lookout of soobin's signal entrance. when you hear it, your shut eyes immediately fly open like muscle memory, your half-nap reached its inevitable end. you don't expect the moment you sit yourself up, for soobin's large figure to come through the door, wobbly as he walks over to you and engulf you in the biggest, most suffocating, loving embrace, basically tackling your body back down on your bed. "soobin?" you whisper, his cologne overpowering your sense as you quickly realize that your body compared to his would not survive if he stayed another full minute on top of you.

"i have to go shower baby." you wheeze out, "and you're about to crush me." he nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck as retaliation, his breathing pattern almost immediately syncing to yours. "shhh, i missed you." he whispers groggily— you sure weren't the only one drained after work.

soobin was a big baby in that sense, feeling his lips forming into a pout against your neck. the paradox of him being a broad man with a towering figure makes it a lot more endearing, and also hilarious, making you burst into a series of giggles...but not enough to let him continue crushing every bone of your body. "soobinnn," you whine trying to wriggle yourself off his hold but failing for the hundredth time, "i really, urgently, seriously need to take a shower."

after a few beats of silence, and you thinking you might just give up and fall asleep under him, he speaks up, lifting his head from the comfort of your breasts, his eyes doe-like, "let's take one together then." you think he's joking and so naturally you're sent to another fit of giggles and half laughs...until it quickly dies down with his very more-than-serious face, making your brows perk up in disbelief, eyes wide. "hey, you're acting like it's the first time!" he defensively retorts at the judgy expression spread across your face before his lips form into a comically exaggerated pout, his bottom lip sticking out, making sure to force his dimples as bonus. "plus, we'd be saving up on water bills ...you know?"

you should've known better, and really thought it over, because a shower with soobin would never end without having your cheek pressed against the shower's glass panel, steam long fogging up the view, his fingers tightly intertwined with yours, palm flat against the panel, head drooped down to your neck, sloppy purple splotches displayed all over, feather kisses on your overly fresh hickeys, his hips unrelenting, fucking your cunt closest thing to doggy style space would allow— the brutal, pornographic sound of skin slapping on skin mixture with your uncontrolled moans almost loud enough to drown out the shower head.

his length slips in and out of your cunt in a rhythmic speed, his breathing so heavy and whines so loud, getting your legs to buckle when he hits your cervix, "shit, soobin— soobin, slow down" your mewls hitch when water runs down from your face to the entrance of your mouth, choking momentarily. your head is foggy, light with ecstasy the more he drills his dick far deep inside you— eyes slowly rolling to the back of your head, feeling your energy quickly replenish. but soobin isn't done yet, oh, far from it.

you're too far gone to differentiate between water and your tears as soobin turns you around swiftly, making sure he doesn't slip out as his dick's still far buried in your warm pussy, switching positions as he pushes you to have your back against the tiled shower wall. you muster the energy to weakly shake your head, your chest heaving, "c-can't, binnie, i can't—no more-!" but soobin can't help himself, so horny over the reveal of your messy face, red with a mixture of drool and water seeping out the corner of your pink swollen lips as a result of his rough kissing. his calloused finger display over the bulge in your tummy and soobin loses the last bit of his sanity. "sorry baby," he says with much pity, his large hands positioning your wobbly legs to cling around his waist, "i just missed you...just need you—need my pretty's cunt so, so bad."

the steam enough to make both of you light headed as soobin's thrusts slower than before, thrusts calculated so surely and patient, your hand claw at his bare back every time he roughly hits a spot, hyper aware of every vein against your walls, soobin's head falling back as he groans, mouth slightly open at feeling your tight pussy clench around his dick, the running water hitting his face, hair further plastering to his forehead, his slippery hands bruising your waist the tighter his hold gets—soobin's never this rough, to the point your body jerks when his large hands start fondling your perked up tits, lips parted as he blatantly stares down.

"gonna fuck a baby into you," he breathes out crazed, his long lived fantasy of getting you full and big with his baby driving him to roughly land a passionate, wet kiss before attaching his lips to your hard nipples, sucking so earnestly while his thrusts become unrelenting, picking up, erratic as he detaches, eyes fixated on the long string of saliva connecting his mouth and your swollen nipple, oh how addicted to you he was. with every frantic thrust, your breasts bounced, slapping together, a lewd view he could stare at for hours...and hours...and hours.

you could almost pass out from the overwhelming sensation, your body long overheated, fog submerging around your feet, but soobin's degrading laugh gets you to flutter your eyes open, "fuck, these breasts would look so pretty swollen—don't you think? you'd like that right?" your lids are heavy over your eyes as you sniffle your runny nose, not exactly processing his words. "you want me to get you pregnant, don't you?"

bonus. soobin who bathes you, a sweet, caring boyfriend making sure to keep your smaller figure protected, washing your hair so in love with every aspect that makes up who you are—knowing he made the right decision with choosing you. your loving boyfriend who whispers in your ear, with your back against his chest, the bubble bath both healing and relaxing, "keep it in." the transition of his cute giggles to the low rumble of his voice near your ears has you blinking confused, yet you still find yourself nodding, completely under his trance. soobin who's giddy, having your body completely engulfed by him, no space between the two of you with his hand wrapped around your waist, snuggling close to you, a grin so wide as you both quickly fall into sleep, some of his seed leaking down your leg, your swollen abused cunt unable to fully follow through your boyfriend's command.

★ choi beomgyu |

beomgyu was never known as being an overly... patient fellow which would explain a lot. like the time he burst into a woman's bathroom because he just could not wait a few more minutes until the janitor could unlock the jammed door for the mens', or when he downed a spiked drink a second before he could be told that he was supposed pour it down the sink, or...now, when he has you pinned on the floor, clearly not in the mood to stop and take it to bed. "beomgyu—" you gasp when he starts nibbling on your earlobe, grounding his erection in between your legs. you start laughing nervously when he slowly trails his kisses down to your exposed collarbones, "let's get up, beomgyu, baby stop playing around."

he whines, starting to teasingly suck, slight nip on your skin. and you just...can't wrap your head around the position you're in—a few seconds ago, you were watching a cute movie with your beloved, adorable boyfriend and suddenly the teasing jokes started, then the addition of pillow fights on each other had you both toppling to the floor, giggling like little children. and now you had your boyfriend on top of you, not willing to negotiate and do the deed on the couch at the least— something a little more comfortable than a hardwood floor with no carpet furnishing. instead he busies himself, already rutting his hips against the aching need between your thighs, soft groans magnified to your ears, his breathing getting heavier and faster by the minute.

"beomgyu, we're on the floor." you repeat for the hundredth time— in between the startled gasps every time he got just a tinge bit rougher—thinking it'd get to his head this time. "who cares?" he whines, his sly hands already finding their way under your shirt, ministrating, fondling like the horny dog he was. "you're so fucking hot noona, can't control myself."

patience was never beomgyu's thing. having your shirt haphazardly pulled over your tits because he was just too goddamn impatient to undress you properly, your panties bunched to the side in frantic urgency as he finally prods his leaking tip at your entrance, sliding it in and out to prep, light headed as he bites down on his bottom lip, before he decides he just can't wait any longer, voicing his sorries over and over again as he fully takes you in unexpectedly, stretching out your tight pussy, earning him a delicious, drawled, loud moan of his name. and oh, does he fucking lose it. "louder, say it louder."

beomgyu who pounds you senseless, hand reaching up to grope your breasts every time he gets close, strained groans when he spills inside you again, hips still unrelenting, fucking his seed into you, his sweaty shuddering body looming over you when he stops for a second to catch his breath, you similarly worn out, head hazy, barely able to use your strained voice as you had lost it by the...you could barely keep count. "such a fucking cumslut, huh? taking everything so well noona," he babbles with each sudden thrust to your pliant body, you unable to arch your back from utter exhaustion, "love you, love you so much baby."

bonus. beomgyu's favorite locations? many, but the floor always takes the cake. the animalistic nature of just pure horniness and sweaty backs on the cold wooden floor—it's beomgyu's thing.

★ kang taehyun |

it starts off with the subtle brush of his hand on the roundness of your ass, a few times and you pretend it's nothing. then came a squeeze, right as you were washing dishes with your mom, the suddenness of the action making you freeze for a second, the polite gentleman facade he put up with your mom as he converses, leaving yet another good impression. it all confuses you— how he's able to play it off like nothing while you were practically breaking out in cold sweat. it couldn't be accidental. nothing is accidental with taehyun.

you weren't nervous about introducing taehyun to your (rather conservative) family—he was unanimously picked as your best partner thus far by even your closest friends, which you trust the judgement of. you believe it too, that he's the nicest, most genuine guy you're lucky having to call yours...but it seemed that with each passing minute, you were questioning your decisions.

taehyun isn't a fan of typical pda: hand holding, kissing, embraces that overstayed its welcome, but oh was he particularly bold with everything else. sitting at your family's home dining table, the one you grew up with, reminiscing the countless mornings of rushed breakfasts as a teenager— even recognizing the initials you carved by the edge of the table, it all rushes back to you and you feel guilty for not visiting as often as you should have. your mom who displays a feast on the table, ranging from delicates to turkey and fried rice—your father sitting right by her, uncles and aunties filling the remaining seats, everyone joyfully eating and conversing amongst themselves before your mother clears her throat to finally quench her curiosity.

occupation, the college he graduated, plans for marriage, kids, all of which he answered with perfectly satisfactory answers earning him a few swoons from the older women, to which he tried to be humble making the women get even more swoonful over the generous flaunt of his pearly whites...all the while you sit there at the edge of your seat metaphorically and physically, more than aware of the hand toying with the hem of your dress, dangerously inching closer and closer to your inner thighs.

you could barely hold up your glass of wine without having your hands shake just so slightly at the dangerous game taehyun was more than willing to play. you try to clear your throat, anything to get him to wake up, and remind him where you were, but he seemed nonchalant, picking at his food, eating at small portions, participating in conversation when prompted.

"why aren't you eating y/n? i cooked you your favorite foods!" your mom pouts, drawing the attention of the entire family, all eyes on you—which was just great. just great as taehyun's hand hid under the tablecloth, finger long stuffed in your cunt, your panties bunched to the side as he had his way with you, insanely slow as he decides to shove a second finger making your eyes widen, quickly reaching for the glass to drown out any noise you might slip up—but taehyun's gaze is focused on you, following the crowd, awaiting your answer to the pending question. "um, uh—yeah, sorry, i-i ate a few hours ago."

lies. when it's time for a movie and conveniently, you get to the living room last as you went out to fetch everyone a soda, realizing that you'd have to sit on the floor. taehyun catches you looking for a place to sit, pulling on your dress to catch your attention. when you turn around raising an eyebrow, he pats his lap, motioning to you to come sit, but you shake your head.

you can't, and frankly you don't trust taehyun to not...do something. but he tuts at you, patting his thighs again, this time, mouthing it to you, "sit."

"aww, you guys are so adorable, y/nie go, go, sit." you snap your head to see your mother, who's been invested with your relationship the entire dinner night. "no, mom, i don't want to make him uncomfortable i-"

"what kind of man would be uncomfortable with his girlfriend sitting on his lap?" your uncle speaks up and now all of a sudden, everyone's pitching in the conversation to the point you might just be driven to insanity with all the back and forth. when everyone settles down and the lights are shut off, you feel taehyun's chin resting on your shoulder, a cute gesture until you hear him whisper, "try to stay quiet baby."

the real intentions of kang taehyun were always less than pure.

bonus. spilling juice on your white dress with purpose, unknownst to everyone else who're quick to take out napkins and dab it on the stain, panicked over the ruined white—taehyun taking it as an opportunity to come off as caring as possible to your family, heightening his approval ratings, excusing you both to the bathroom so he can try and clean it off. it was a win win, getting your parents approval, and pounding you in the same bathroom you got potty trained.

a/n. my obsession with soobin + pregnancy talk is detrimental to my mental being holy shit 😂 wanted to try out some footing with different settings, a little bit of a headcanon practice and dom!txt as i have practically almost nothing of the sort in my masterlist that isn't totally fucked up. thoughts and overall feedback are extremely helpful and appreciated, it motivates me greatly. to all those who wanted sub soobin, i promise i'll serve a full fic soon ❤

[absolutebl]

I just finished Triage and was pretty impressed with the plot. Altho I mostly love love-centered BLs/QLs, it made me realize I really like plot-heavy ones (especially action/thriller/mystery) if they're done well. Can you look through what I've seen and let me know if I'm missing any good ones?

Ones I thought succeeded to varying extents: Triage, Not Me, Manner of Death, 3 Will Be Free, The Eclipse, Pit Babe, The Sign

Ones I thought fell short plot-wise (but still kinda appreciated for trying): KinnPorsche, Playboyy, Laws of Attraction

(And I've seen others with actiony/mystery plots but I consider the romantic plot to be more dominant so I don't think of them the same way: Long Time No See, Candy Colored Paradox, Kiseki Dear to Me, Never Let Me Go etc...hope that makes my ask clearer....)

Thanks! Appreciate you!

I live for this shit!

Plot heavy (driven) BL/QL

(external motivation)

Liked:

Triage *

Not Me *

Manner of Death *

3 Will Be Free *

The Eclipse

Pit Babe

The Sign

The ones I put an * by are ones that I barely consider BL because they are so very plot heavy.

It's Okay:

KinnPorsche

Playboyy

Laws of Attraction

Also seen, but more romance

Long Time No See

Candy Colored Paradox

Kiseki Dear to Me

Never Let Me Go

Hum, difficult, because I see very little difference between Pit Babe and KP and Kiseki. So I'm gonna spitball a bunch of BL that edges into gay romantic suspense (or in some cases horror / PNR) and see if any hit. These will mostly be Thailand, only Taiwan also dabbles in this sub-genre, and rarely (because of the expense).

He's Coming to Me

Dear Doctor, I'm Coming for Your Soul (similar team as Triage so def worth trying, it's PNR tho)

Great Men Academy (an odd pick but I think it might work for you)

HIStory 3: Trapped (the first one I thought of after reading your ask)

Golden Blood

To Sir, With Love (more of a soap opera)

Because of You

Ghost Host Ghost House (more horror than suspense)

Chinese stuff:

My Esports Genius Brother (it's WILD)

Word of Honor (censored)

The Untamed (censored)

Guardian (censored)

SCI Mysteries (censored)

Advance Bravely (censored)

Legend of Long Yang: Rebirth

This is one of the few times I'll rec this because this is kinda China's BL speciality and one of the many reasons the censorship is so annoying. Their product is quality... sigh. Bummer it also has to be evil.

Not as much suspense + action but stil external motivation + complex plot (earned romantic threads)

AKA Korea can play, too.

Color Rush

Until We Meet Again

Love For Love's Sake

I Feel You Linger in the Air

La Pluie

Unintentional Love Story

Tinted With You

Vice Versa

My Dear Gangster Oppa

DNA Says Love You

Be My Favorite

Stay By My Side

Two Worlds

The End Of The World, With You AKA Bokura no Micro na Shuumatsu

First Love Again

Twins

Oh! My Sunshine Night

Cupid's Last Wish

Absolute Zero

So Much In Love (PULP warning)

(These tend to be my personal favorite style of BL. Although some are much less successful than others, in order with best ones at the top.)

[dollwrites]

— ⟡ 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗻𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 !!

𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚

attack on titan

baki hanma

berserk

blue lock

demon slayer

diabolik lovers

fire force

hellsing ( ultimate )

hunter x hunter

inuyasha

jjba : phantom blood

jjba : battle tendency

jjba : stardust crusaders

jjba : diamond is unbreakable

jjba : golden wind

jjba : stone ocean

jjba : steel ball run

doll’s bizarre birthday blurbs ( 2022 )

jujutsu kaisen

killing stalking

my hero academia

mob psycho 100

naruto

one piece

psycho pass

revenger

sk8: the infinity

tokyo revengers

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

kinktober ( 2022 )

prompts list ( 2023 )

kinktober ( 2023 )

𝐝𝐜 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬

team ups

arrowfamily

batfamily

birdbrains ( 2022 )

green lantern corps

kryptonians

speedsters

villains

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

dark dc-ember ( 2023 )

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜.

daredevil

genshin impact

sub rosa au

honkai star rail

kamigami no asobi

obey me!

paradox live

twisted wonderland

what in hell is bad

doll’s badass birthday blurbs ( 2023 )

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐢𝐝

kaito

project sekai

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

[chaosnojutsu]

Who *Should* Have Died From The Konoha ~12 Instead Of The One Who Did

rules:

we’re assuming they die under the same circumstances as the other guy

each one listed would have a complete storyline and their death would further the immediate plot as well as the overall narrative

i’m not “just picking characters i don’t like”

i do not condone killing characters for the sake of shock value but am considering shock as a legitimate tool in generating impact of a character’s death

miss me with “[redacted]’s death was a tragic result of the shinobi system” because no it was not. if that were true you could sub out [redacted] for any other child soldier and get the exact same impact. we know exactly why they were chosen and it’s got an (insufficient) explanation irl and in-universe.

#3. Sai

Motivation: Friendship

First of all, imagine the shock value from killing one of THE Team Kakashi members.

Cool. Now imagine Naruto’s shock at Sai sacrificing himself for him.

Sai overanalyzes normal human interaction to the point of not understanding it. He reads books about how to befriend people. He still doesn’t understand it all the time but friendship is coming more naturally to him these days. What he does understand is that Naruto is the only chance of winning this war, and he’s down, and the enemy is aiming for him, and Hinata is trying to stop them but she’s on the ground, the spears are in the air and so is Sai, and Naruto is his friend.

He doesn’t need to think about it much deeper than that.

Now imagine Sasuke “What Does ‘Friend’ Mean To You” Uchiha witnessing this, witnessing Naruto’s reaction, and the further effects this may have on his character. After all, Sai was his replacement. If Naruto feels this strongly about losing someone who was decidedly not him but his friend and teammate nevertheless then… maybe.

#2. Rock Lee

Motivation: Youth

Regardless of *how* this one plays out, no one wants to watch the determined, precious, comedic relief die; no one who’s watched this far into the show wants Rock Lee specifically to die. Huge impact already. But we can make it super duper sad because he deserves a memorable death. I see it going one of two ways.

One: Hinata doesn’t even have the time to try to shield Naruto because Rock Lee is faster. Ten-Tails barely launches the attack and Lee’s already taken/attempted to counter the hit. Perhaps this is his eight gates moment. Similar to Sai, Rock Lee would cite the power of friendship in his dramatic death speech, but he also was just… doing his duty. Truly, if you’re in the “Neji was just another tragic child soldier” camp, Rock Lee is the prime example of what I mean when I say you could sub in any child soldier, which I know sounds paradoxical but stay with me. Rock Lee’s entire personality is training harder than anyone else to benefit a system that will ultimately result in his death. If you want to make a point about child soldiers and needless lives lost, Rock Lee is the one to kill.

Two: Rock Lee doesn’t shield Hinata. He shields Neji. But not necessarily on purpose. The scene plays out exactly as written up to the moment Neji activates his byakugan, and the next frame isn’t him falling to the ground, it’s Rock Lee. The usually-somewhat-reserved Neji is devastated, probably in tears, demanding to know why he would do something like this. Rock Lee coughs up a bit of blood. “I was faster than you.” Smile. “I finally beat you…” Serene eyes fall shut. “…rival.”

And now imagine Naruto’s reaction to losing Bushy Brow. Imagine him watching Gai be brought to his knees by a blow that didn’t physically touch him. Imagine Madara incorrectly perceiving that. The implications. The foreshadowing.

#1. Shino

Motivation: Legacy

I’m gonna be real, the writers were never gonna kill off Rock Lee like that, which is the biggest reason Shino has taken the crown as Most Worthy Of A Tragic Death in my book.

This dude has a connection to both Naruto and Hinata (making him equally as good a sacrifice as Neji if that’s the canon criteria). However, unlike most other (male) characters, Shino isn’t shown to have a particularly close friendship with Naruto. The one recurring joke around Shino is that he’s so irrelevant even Naruto can’t remember his name.

But he is good friends with Hinata. And he knows she’ll spend the rest of her life miserable if Naruto dies, and that if she dies right now she will never have gotten her life’s greatest wish.

So Shino goes out in a blaze of glory, and we’ll probably insert something about how Naruto has somehow secretly inspired him all along— or maybe something cynical about how he always wanted to be included by Naruto but never was unless Kiba or Hinata were around, so he’s sacrificed himself to maintain the livelihood of everyone else while not “losing” that friendship himself— and we of course get the touching moment with Hinata (oh just imagine the drama if Shino lay dying and told Hinata “Why did I protect you? It’s simple. The reason is… for the same reason you protected him.” and we find out that the huge secret crush of the show was not Hinata toward anyone, but Shino toward Hinata, never confessing because he knew it would be futile).

Good luck forgetting his name now, Naruto. Now no one will ever forget about Shino Aburame.

[spiderlilyserendipity]

Safe and Sound 🔞🔞🔞🖤🖤🖤

Summary: You have a hot neighbour, Jeon Jungkook. It starts out as a little crush, then turns into something more. Can you keep your feelings a secret?

WC: 5522 (5.5k)

Tags: jungkook x reader, neighbours au, shared wall between bedrooms, dom!JK, sub!reader, teasing, JK has a title (owner), multiple orgasms (f. recieving), vibrator use, mild breathplay, creampie, aftercare king JK, implied happy ending

Warnings: Unprotected sex (be careful!)

A/N: Sorry for disppearing randomly everyone, I am in fact alive LOL. I come with JK smut as a peace offering. Requests open. Okay enjoy :-)

🖤🖤🖤

It starts out pure, as most things do. 

His name is Jeon Jungkook, and he’s your neighbour. The two of you have lived beside each other for a few months now and he has never given you any grief. Aside from that, you know little about him. He looks like a superstar: long hair that he keeps tied back neatly, a sleeve of tattoos, and a nonchalant vibe to him. He isn’t a superstar—you googled him the same day you met him to make sure. He tells you in the elevator he works in the music industry, a producer. He asks about what you do, and you keep it short and simple because you’re nervous and you don’t want to make your little crush seem bigger than it is.

He looks thirty at least, but when he smiles, his face turns younger. He has laugh lines despite his youth, and dimples. He works long hours, and when he comes home, he often looks exhausted. Despite that, Jeon Jungkook is polite to all the neighbours and does not make much fuss. He works out in the apartment’s gym, mostly using weights. He’s not always there when you are, likely adjusting his workout times to his schedule. Sometimes you run into him when he’s warming up, and he nods to you. Other times, he’s concentrating on counting his reps and you take the time to eye his glorious muscles. But your favourite times are when he’s boxing. 

You tell yourself not to be weird about it, but there’s just something about the sport (or rather, Jungkook engaging in it) that makes your stomach turn. It always goes the same way: he warms up first, wraps his hands, then starts. It’s light punches at first, then kicks, then faster hits. You watch him from your treadmill through the reflection of the window in front of you. He never notices you looking, assuming you’re focusing on the music you’re listening to (you’re not listening to anything). You suppose your crush broils down to the paradox between Jungkook’s nature and his cool exterior. After all, there are many men who put effort into looking cool and then ruin it by opening their mouths. On the flip side, there are men who are sweet but can’t keep a woman’s attention for the life of them. 

Jeon Jungkook has the best of both worlds, and from what you’ve seen, he’s single. A couple years older than you and with a very different aesthetic, you don’t know how well it would work. But that’s the point of a crush: the less you know about them, the more you like them.

So you resign yourself to just watching him from afar. A few times, you and Jungkook finish exercising at the same time. It’s the same conversation every time, small talk in the elevator. Then you get to your front door, and he smiles at you one last time before unlocking his own. He disappears, and you go on with your life. 

Until you come to a startling conclusion: the two of you share a bedroom wall. 

The realization comes to you at midnight one Thursday, at the brink of a long weekend. You don’t hear the sound of Jungkook’s door open, nor are you awoken by the quiet voices. But what does wake you is the thud right next to your bed.

Your eyes fly open, your mind immediately racing. Did something fall? Is there an earthquake?!

Then, you hear the woman moan. “Oh, please.” She whimpers, and you feel your face flush. Oh. 

“Please, what?” It’s Jungkook. His voice is muffled through the wall, deep and raspy but you recognize him nonetheless. You flush harder, pulling your blankets in tighter. “You have to be polite, sweetheart.”

“Please, sir. Please fuck me.” The woman concedes. You hear the rustle of fabric against the wall as someone moves against it. The woman’s pants draw closer to your head, and you hold your breath. Jungkook has pulled the woman over, pressing her against the wall. 

“Mmm, hmm.” Jungkook says, sounding very pleased. “That’s better. But you know I won’t let you have your way, right?”

The woman murmurs something in response, and another smack resonates. You flinch at the sound, but the woman moans. “You can’t just please, sir your way into what you want every time.” Jungkook hisses, sounding perfectly cruel. “You know damn well I have a trip with my friends that I have to leave for in the morning. So why the fuck are you here now?”

“I missed you.” The woman admits. 

Jungkook scoffs. “So you ask my friend for my address and show up unannounced without panties under your dress?” You can hear the scowl in his voice. Another smack and the woman’s pants grow louder. 

“You like it.” She says. 

At that, Jungkook says nothing for a moment. Then, you hear a low chuckle. “Don’t push it.” He warns in a soft voice. Unconsciously, you swallow. You hear the clink of a belt, and then the woman giggles. Another smack and her giggling is cut short. 

Footsteps move away from the wall, then the woman calls out. “Ugh, why are you getting a condom?”

Even though you don’t mean to, you find yourself straining to hear Jungkook’s answer. “Why would I give a little whore like you my come?” Jungkook says with a laugh, as if he’s talking about the weather. At that second, your traitorous brain decides to remind you of the time you made Jungkook laugh with a pun about the weather. 

“I must be crazy.” You mutter to yourself, throwing your blankets off. You reach for your night stand, rummaging through it for your ear plugs. “Boundaries, Y/N. Boundaries.” You mutter, shoving the ear plugs in as far as they’ll go. Then, you roll to the side away from the wall and concentrate on your breathing until you fall asleep.

But as your brain would have it, you dream of one thing: a set of hands. The right one is tattooed and the left is bare, the fingers long with beautiful nail beds. You dream about those hands being wrapped before boxing, the strong hits against the punching bag. A polite smile flashes in your mind, and then a much less polite set of words coming out of the mouth. Little whore.

***

Morning comes, and you do your best to get your mind off the events of last night. You tell yourself it’s normal to overhear a conversation or two while living in an apartment building. You tell yourself it’s perfectly normal for a grown man like Jungkook to bring a woman home, to indulge in whatever consensual pleasure he enjoys. Most importantly, you keep a steel grip over the butterflies in your belly. A crush is one thing, but having sexual thoughts about someone who has never so much as flirted with you is inappropriate. 

“Oh, let me.” 

You freeze in the doorway. You’re fighting with your front door, trying to get it to stay open so you can lug your suitcase out. At that moment, Jungkook comes out of his own apartment. He’s freshly showered, his hair still wet. He smiles at the sight of you struggling, then easily pulls the door open the rest of the way. As he comes closer, you smell his soap and aftershave and try not to die on the spot. You can’t even hide your expression, because Jungkook is looking directly down at you, smiling. Who knew a man with such an innocent smile could say such nasty things?

“Something wrong?” Jungkook asks, his smile faltering for a second. Then, he looks down at your suitcase. “Oh, is it stuck?” He guesses, his hand brushing over yours. You watch him pick up the suitcase that was requiring your whole body to pull with one hand. “Ah, the back wheels stick a bit, don’t they?” He says, chuckling softly. 

Little whore. The words echo in your mind.

Fucking shut up. You tell yourself, then smile at him. “Yes, they do.” You force a laugh. “I think it’s time for me to invest in a new one.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Jungkook says, laugh lines appearing on his face. Then, his eyes glance over your sundress and sandals. “Are you heading somewhere for the long weekend?” He asks, and you swear for a second his eyes linger on your collarbones. 

You fight a blush, then nod. “My friends and I are going to the beach. We’ll drive down this morning, have a picnic down there. That’s actually what the suitcase is for, I made snacks. Well, it’s not all snacks, there’s some clothes because we’re going to visit my hometown and spend the rest of the weekend there. I haven’t been in a while, but I really miss my parents, so I’ll probably get them souvenirs from the beach before—” You stop yourself short when you realize Jungkook’s smile is growing wider. Your face feels hot. You hope you’re not blushing, but from the look on Jungkook’s face, you are. There’s no way Jungkook doesn’t know what he’s doing to you. 

“A-Anyway. I’ll leave you be. I’m sure you have to leave soon, too.” You say.

Jungkook raises a brow. “How do you know I’m going somewhere?”

You know damn well I have a trip with my friends that I have to leave for in the morning.

The two of you just look at each other for a moment, and at this point, Jungkook doesn’t even bother to hide his amusement. “Well, just a guess.” You flounder. “It’s the long weekend, after all. Why wouldn’t you go somewhere?” You say.

“Mmm hmm.” Jungkook says. Then, he purses his lips. “Have you been keeping tabs on me, Miss Y/N?”

“No.” You mean it—you might have googled him that one time but you have never looked up the man’s socials or anything. You don’t even have his number, so of course it would be a violation of privacy to follow him uninvited. The problem is that you say it a little too fast, which makes you look like a liar even if you aren’t.

Jungkook takes a step closer, and you swallow. You step backward, hitting the now-closed front door. He chuckles. Don’t push it. You’re reminded. “Do I make you nervous, Miss Y/N?” Jungkook asks, even though he knows the answer. “Or is there something else you’d like to tell me?” His eyes glint with the answer, but you refuse to acknowledge it. If you say you heard him last night, he’ll definitely think you’re a pervert.

“No, not at all.” You say, side stepping him. “Have a good trip!” You say without looking back, then beeline with your half-broken suitcase for the elevators. In your rush, you miss the smug expression on Jungkook’s face and the way his eyes flicker down your body.

***

The trip goes fine, or as fine as it can go in your circumstances. You try to sing along to your friends’ playlists to distract yourself, but the only thing that comes to mind is Jungkook. You try your best to make sense of it. You’re not a virgin by any means, but it has admittedly been a while since you dated or slept with someone. Jungkook is handsome and polite, but there is a third important factor: you see him often. You see him around, and although you two aren’t friends, you feel comfortable for that reason. 

That’s all it is. Familiarity. You aren’t crazy for him, you don’t even know if he has a girlfriend. You’ve never so much as sat down and had a cup of coffee with the man. He’s just a really handsome man and you’re an extraordinarily single woman. End of story.

But still, as the day drags on you keep thinking about him. There’s a certain tenseness to you, throughout the picnic and even when you visit your parents’ house. You’re not sick, you’re not hurting. But there’s a tension you don’t have a name for, and only Jungkook’s face seems to ease it.

It’s not until you’re home that you realize what that tension is: sexual frustration. You need an orgasm.

You push off your frustration for a bit longer, choosing to get a little bit done. You cook dinner for yourself and carefully select which photos to post on your Instagram, and make plans with your friends to meet up again next week. 

But as the night draws closer, your frustration hits a peak. You need an orgasm badly. 

So you try the old-fashioned method: your vibrator and porn. You pick a random video with a semi-good thumbnail and put your earbuds in. The man in this video talks dirty to the woman, but for whatever reason, you’re not turned on by it. The tone of his voice is all wrong, and he says the words like he’s reading off a script. He doesn’t care about her pleasure as much as he does the camera. He doesn’t mean it.

Little whore.

You gasp, opening your eyes. You turn off your vibe, setting it aside. You’re losing your mind, you really are. What kind of a pervert gets off to someone who has absolutely zero interest in them? You’re insane. 

So you try again with the vibrator, this time without the video. You use your imagination this time. You imagine your ideal man—muscular and handsome. He’s rough in the right ways, but knows what you need and what your limits are. He calls you filthy words and makes you work for your own orgasm, and when you obey him perfectly, he will reward you with a sweet title. He’ll tease and touch you, but he’ll give you what you want if you’re patient. If you’re not, his big, calloused hands will come down on your ass. But if you behave, he’ll slip one tattooed finger inside—

“Fuck.” You gasp, cutting off your own orgasm. You groan, tipping your head back against the pillow. You just did it again. You whine, setting your vibe aside. You want an orgasm so badly, but not an unethical one like this. 

You try one last time, turning the vibe back on. You can feel yourself growing wetter by the second, and your hips rut up on their own. But you don’t want that, you don’t want the freedom of doing whatever. You want the discipline of someone’s hands pinning your hips down, someone’s mouth controlling when and if your clit gets stimulated.

“Please, please.” You whisper, trying to dissuade your own mind from thinking of Jungkook. You feel the high building, and you’re wet from all the edging. You slip a finger inside yourself, but it’s just not enough. You need someone to fill you up properly and rub your clit for you, not a stupid toy and your own fingers. At this point, you’re all but crying with frustration. This isn’t how you want it to happen, this isn’t how it should go. But you’re high strung and you’ll take any orgasm you can get at this point. “Fill me, fill me—”

Your quiet begging is cut off by a loud clatter on the other side of the wall. 

You hiss. You snap the vibe off, tipping your head back. Even at the brink of pleasure, only one name crosses your mind: Jungkook. Jungkook is home, and you need to make sure he doesn’t hear you.

“Fuck.” You hear him curse, then his footsteps draw closer to your head. A beat of silence, and you think he must have picked up whatever he dropped and left. At least, you want that to be the case, because you don’t know how long you can hold out. So you turn your vibe back on, but before you can put it back against you, your doorbell rings.

You smack your head against your pillow, wishing you could knock yourself out. You’re crying now, and you’re wetter than ever. You need this orgasm, but some fucking asshole has to show up right this instant and bother you. 

You pull your panties and shorts back on, then pull your baggy shirt down. You’re not wearing a bra, but you don’t particularly plan on opening the door anyway so you just head over. You look through the peephole, and the sight all but takes your breath away. It’s Jungkook. 

“Y/N.” Jungkook drops the formality, knocking against the door. “I know you’re there.” 

You take a deep breath. Surely, he didn’t hear you, right? He’s not going to think of you as some pervert, right? You tug down your shirt more to cover your tiny shorts. No, surely Jungkook just wants something simple. A cup of sugar, the new hours for the apartment gym, etc. So you open the door. You pretend to yawn, but Jungkook’s sharp gaze cuts you off. Immediately, his eyes flicker down your body. You’re sure he can see your hardened nipples through the shirt, and the high rise of your shorts. 

Jungkook takes a deep breath, like he is trying not to lose his mind. Your heart thuds in your chest. “Did I interrupt something?” He asks. You hate that habit of his, asking questions he knows the answers to. 

“No.” You lie bluntly, and a muscle quivers in Jungkook’s jaw. 

“Can I come in, then?” He asks. You watch his eyes roam your face, taking in the flush of your face and the half-dried tears.

“No.” You answer.

“You said you weren’t doing anything.” Jungkook says, taking a step inside. You inhale sharply. Without looking behind him, Jungkook closes the door and locks it. “Am I wrong?” He challenges you. 

You can’t take it anymore. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“What?” Jungkook asks, a slight smile on his lips. 

You look down at his baggy black t-shirt and skinny jeans, at his sleeve tat. You’re too close right now, less than a foot between you. He looks down at you with a darkness in his eyes you’ve never seen, and it drives you insane. “I’m sorry.” You apologize, looking him in the eye. “I didn’t listen in on you and your girlfriend on purpose. You just woke me up.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Is all Jungkook says, but his eyes hone in on your tear-stained face. “Is that why you’ve been crying?”

“No, I—” You want to cry again when he asks you. Jungkook cups your face, holding you steady. You take a step closer and dig your hands into the fabric of his shirt. “I want to come, but I shouldn’t.”

“Why?” Jungkook asks.

You start to cry again. “Because I keep thinking of you and I shouldn’t.”

At your confession, Jungkook hisses like you burned him. “You can’t let yourself come because you keep thinking of me?” He reiterates, wiping your tears. You nod. He chuckles darkly, and you feel yourself slipping into his control. “What if I gave you permission? Would you like to come then?” He asks, his voice low and soft. You feel reassured at his words.

“Yes, please.” You whisper.

“Yes, please, what?” Jungkook has a glint in his eye now that tells you his own self-control is slipping, but he won’t make the first move unless you let him.

“Please, owner.” You cry, and Jungkook seals your lips with a kiss. In a heartbeat, Jungkook’s shoes are off and his hands are all over you. He kisses you like he wants to eat you alive, and you’re so needy that all you can do is whimper into his mouth. You let him pull you up into his arms, wrapping your legs around his middle. He walks you to the bedroom, undoubtedly knowing which side of the house it’s on by now. He sets you down on the edge of your bed, kissing you.

“Take everything off, baby.” Jungkook orders, and you have never wanted to obey a man so badly in your life.

You stand up since it’s easier to strip like that. Meanwhile, Jungkook takes your vibe in his hand, smirking at it. “This little thing is all you have?” He laughs at it. You flush as you come to stand between his spread legs. You press your thighs together, turned on by the fact that you’re completely naked while Jungkook is dressed.

Jungkook pulls you in closer, wrapping an arm around your hips. He looks up at you, then kisses along your belly and hips. You wriggle, and Jungkook digs his fingers into your ass, holding you still. He glances up at you, eyes full of lust, then smacks your ass. You gasp, loving the feeling even though you know he means it as a warning. Jungkook then pulls the back of your thighs, and you take it as your hint to straddle him. Once on his lap, Jungkook kisses along your neck and collarbone. He chuckles as you sigh against him, then takes one of your nipples in his mouth. He sucks at it and fondles the other side. It takes everything in you not to grind down on him. 

“Such small hands, too.” Jungkook says once both of your nipples have been sucked. You follow his gaze to where your hands are resting on his chest. Belatedly, you realize your right middle finger is still wet from fingering yourself. “Poor thing, no wonder you were begging to be filled.” Jungkook mocks you.

“Owner.” You say breathlessly. 

“What, whore?” Jungkook says, then leans back. You watch him take off his shirt. He smirks at you ogling his muscles, then smacks your other ass cheek. “Don’t be a greedy slut, you’ll get what I give you. Now bend over my lap.” He orders, and you follow suit. You whine at the sensation of Jungkook’s denim against your already wet pussy, but Jungkook doesn’t care for your complaints. He kneads your ass with his hands, and you moan. “What do you like about me so much, anyway? Tell me.” He says.

“Y-Your hands.” You answer immediately, making Jungkook laugh. He slaps your ass twice, and you all but shake with the effort to not grind up against him. “S-So big. I w-wanted to feel them on me since I saw you boxing.”

“Ah, is that why I always see you at the gym these days?” Jungkook says in an exaggeratedly understanding voice. He slaps your ass again, harder. 

“Yes, owner!” You cry out, clenching your thighs. 

Jungkook chuckles. “How cute. You really are a greedy bitch. I don’t know how you went all these months without begging me to fuck you even once. It’s obvious you needed it.”

“I-I did, owner.” You say. Jungkook pulls your right leg out so that your thigh dangles over his knees. He rubs at your clit, making you whimper. You’re concentrating so hard on trying not to come that you miss Jungkook’s question. Jungkook slaps your pussy, making you focus. What else? “A-And your muscles are so nice, you look so strong. I wanted you to h-have your way with me.”

Jungkook laughs, slapping your pussy again. You feel your tears return at his teasing, bubbling up. “Is that so? Wanted me to make an example out of you, show everyone how I can make a needy whore like you do whatever I want?”

“Yes, owner!” You respond enthusiastically, and Jungkook rewards your honesty with a gentle rub to your reddened ass and then up your lower back. It almost feels like a massage, until you shift just slightly and feel Jungkook’s hard member right under your clit.

“Come.” Jungkook orders, turning the vibe on and pressing it to your clit.

“Owner, no!” You beg, and Jungkook stops instantly. 

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks, making you turn your head to look back at him. Worry crosses his face. “Is it too much, baby?” He checks, and you shake your head.

“I wanna come with you.” You say, and Jungkook’s expression softens. 

“I won’t give you just one, since you’re pent up.” Jungkook says in that same low and soft voice that makes you feel like you’re floating. You’re sure if you asked, Jungkook would have no problem going gentle on you, but his sweetness feels more valuable since you have had to earn it.

“Okay.” You say softly, feeling lost in Jungkook’s hold. Jungkook leans down, kissing your hair. Then, he turns the vibe back on and presses it to your clit. “Oh, fuck. Oh, owner.” You cry out, and reach back for Jungkook’s free hand. He gives it to you, and you hold it between both of yours like a lifeline. You press a kiss to the back of it as you come, shaking hard. Jungkook lets you ride it out, never so much as grunting when you dig your nails into his hand. He lets you lay there for a moment, catching your breath. Then, he helps you sit up.

“How was that, baby?” Jungkook checks, brushing the hair that’s stuck to your face away. You preen at his gentle touch, feeling proud to have met his standards.

“Good. Thank you, owner.” You say, and Jungkook beams. Then, you look down at his bulge. “Could I help you now?”

At that, Jungkook’s smile flickers. “Can you handle it? We don’t have to if it’s too much.” Jungkook makes sure you know, but you shake your head.

“Wanna make you feel good. Just for you.” You tell him. 

Jungkook kisses your forehead. “Lay down then.”

You lay back against your pillow and Jungkook gets up. He unbuckles his belt, which alone makes your stomach flip in glee. He removes his jeans and then his underwear, 

“Would you like to come from my fingers?” Jungkook coos at you, blatantly ignoring you writhing against him. He laughs as you clench and unclench, curving his fingers at the perfect angle. “You have to answer me to get what you want. I won’t give you anything if you’re greedy, you know.”

“I want to come. Please, owner. I want to.” You beg, and Jungkook turns the vibe off. You watch as he leans in, pressing his lips to your clit. He sucks at it while fingering you, then looks up at you. You come blindingly fast, purely from the knowledge that although Jungkook is technically pleasuring you, he still has all the power.

“That was fast. Did my little whore need it that bad?” Jungkook mocks you, running his thumbs over your hip bones. You shudder at his all too gentle touch, knowing damn well he could leave bruises if he wanted to. But he doesn’t because he knows you’d love that, and he won’t give you anything you want unless you show him proper respect.

“Yes, owner. Needed it.” You answer honestly, then let Jungkook help you into a sitting position. Jungkook holds you by the back of your neck, kissing you slow and deep. You sigh into his mouth as Jungkook uses his clean hand to rub at the knots at the base of your neck, quiet but attentive.

When you break off the kiss, you glance down at Jungkook’s hard cock. You lick your lips and Jungkook snorts. “Not right now.” He reads your mind. “I want to be inside you.” He says. You swallow at the thought of it.

Jungkook turns you around, positioning you so you’re on your knees. You whine as he wets his tip in your come, then slides in inch by inch. Both of you groan at the feeling of your overstimulated pussy clenching around him, wanting more. Jungkook wraps an arm around your waist, holding you flush against his chest. You rest your head back against his shoulder, and Jungkook gives you a minute to adjust to the feeling of him. When you’re ready, you squeeze his arm and Jungkook starts to pump in and out. 

You whine, and Jungkook kisses your neck. “That’s it. So obedient.” He says, and the praise makes you groan. You reach down and take away the vibe from Jungkook’s free hand. You take his hand and guide it to your throat, making him hiss. You hold the vibe to your clit on your own, satisfied at being used. Jungkook lets you get away with taking charge, if only because he notices you clench harder around him when he presses on your throat just enough to make you lightheaded. Within a few minutes, Jungkook’s thrusts begin to lose their control, and grow faster and rougher. It gets to the point where Jungkook is all but holding you up, and his groans and pants are no stranger to you now. 

“Would you like my come?” Jungkook asks with a slight laugh, still having the energy to tease you in this state.

“Yes, owner. Yes. Thank you so much.” You chant, and Jungkook tightens his hold on your throat just enough to make you lightheaded. You tip your head back against his shoulder, only able to concentrate on holding the vibe to your clit while Jungkook wraps his free arm around your waist. He uses his arm around your waist for leverage to fuck into you, and you have no shame in crying at this point as he uses you. You feel so full already, but you want his seed.

“Good girl, come.” Jungkook praises you, and that alone sends you over the edge. As you clench and shudder around him, Jungkook comes into you. The two of you end up back down on the bed, with Jungkook laying behind you. You let him tuck his chin over your shoulder, rubbing his hands along your sides to soothe you. “Good girl, so perfect.” He praises you, holding his come deep within you. 

“Thank you. Thank you so much, owner.” You say in a desperate voice, your sub space overtaking your rational mind. Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest, however, smiling and peppering kisses against your neck. 

“Let’s stay like this for a bit, okay?” He says and you hum in agreement. 

The two of you lay for what feels like forever, and you’re so tired and satiated that you feel yourself starting to fall asleep. But that’s when Jungkook pulls out of you, reaching for the tissue box on the nightstand. “Here.” Jungkook whispers, wiping between your legs gently. When you whine from the overstimulation, Jungkook kisses you softly. “Do you want to shower now or after?” Jungkook asks.

“Now.” You say, but hold your arms out. Jungkook grins, his eyes crinkling. He lets you wrap your arms around his neck and carries you like a bride to the adjacent bathroom. He turns the shower on and helps you get in. You let him wash you down, cleaning your skin and hair. Jungkook takes his sweet time, humming under his breath as he works on you. When you’re both clean, Jungkook wraps a towel around his hips and then another around your body.

“Do you want to get dressed and I’ll change the sheets?” Jungkook asks. You can’t answer him, too deep into the feeling of being safe and doted on. Noticing this, Jungkook cups your face, kissing you. Then, he leads you back into the bedroom. You sit on your vanity chair, watching Jungkook rummage around your room for fresh sheets as if he’s always been there. 

As if he’s always been there. 

The thought is dangerous, even in your blissful state. Jungkook has other women, probably multiple. You can’t be stupid and think he only does this stuff with you. The thought makes your heart sink, getting in the way of the soft feeling in your head. 

Eventually, Jungkook finds a fresh set of sheets on the top shelf of your closet. He strips the bed down and changes it, then throws the soiled sheets into the laundry basket in the bathroom. You even watch as he looks through your nightstand for disinfectant wipes for your vibrator, and cleans it off. Then, when he’s done everything, Jungkook opens his arms and lets you come over to him. You get into bed, cuddling into Jungkook’s arms. Jungkook pulls the covers over both of you, holding you close. 

“Sorry.” You whisper. Even one word is hard to say, but you need to say it.

“Why?” Jungkook says, patting your head. You sigh against his chest. Even with your body wash on him, Jungkook still smells so much like himself.

“Y-Your girlfriend…” Is all you can get out, and Jungkook quickly pieces together what you mean.

“I don’t have one. She’s only an acquaintance.” Jungkook says, then pulls back to look at your face. His expression softens. “We can talk about all of this later. I’m not going anywhere.”

“No?” You ask.

“No.” Jungkook reiterates firmly. For good measure, he holds you tighter and you sigh. You love this feeling, love feeling taken care of. “Just relax and let me take care of you, baby. We can talk more later. I’ve got you.”

“Thank you.” You murmur, and Jungkook continues to hold you close until you fall asleep. Safe and sound. 

[paragonrobits]

okay i realize that Occam is PROBABLY referring to a form of hedge magic that theoretically any human could learn (and if he's a mage, doing something referred to as magic among the Unawakened would be so dangerous as to make it very unlikely for him to not be rage-nuked by Paradox effects long before this point)

but, I am an old time Exalted fan; I've been into the setting since its release in the 2000s, the potential sub plots from Ruins of Rathess have lived in my brain rent-free for probably 20+ years by now, and I still remember back when the setting of Exalted was explicitly meant to be a magical precursor to the setting of World of Darkness

(which is also why you see a lot of the same terminology between settings, such as the Neverborn alluded to in Wraith, or the Werewolf term of Malfean being a reference to the most debased spirits and realms of corruption before being the actual name of the demon king himself)

so when I see someone casually referring to SOLAR SORCERY in a world of darkness setting, let me tell you, i did the mother of all mental spit takes

then i went 'okay that has GOT to be a really crazy coincidence' but if Occam starts having a golden glowing aura and a golden circle when he does something cool, I am absolutely going to LOSE ALL THE SHIT

[ecargmura]

Wind Breaker Episode 11 Review - New Day, New Classmates

I’m a little confused. Tsugeura’s little motto revolves around the word “virtue”. In the manga, it’s virtue. The subtitles call it virtue as well, but I’ve seen some subs use “aesthetics.” What is the accurate word? A moot on Twitter says that the accurate word should be “aesthetics”. Virtue means a behavior showing high moral standards while aesthetics means a particular theory or connection to beauty or art. My moot told me that the word Tsugeura uses is actually more associated with aesthetic rather than virtue. I don’t know…. For now, I’ll just call it virtue since that’s what the subtitles say, but if they switch it to aesthetics or something, I’ll use that.

Anyways, it’s a new day, the fourth to be exact, and Sakura meets two new classmates. The first is Taiga Tsugeura who likes to talk about virtue, is a gym bro, and is an all around himbo. He speaks in Kansai dialect, by the way. While he’s a nice guy, he lacks personal boundaries, which is why everyone avoids him. Sugishita’s face says it all. Fortunately, Sakura, Suo and Nirei are nice enough to hang out with him after school. Tsugeura is a macho guy, but he’s surprisingly goofy and sensitive. While he doesn’t get along with Kiryu, he doesn’t let that bother him. He’s very funny, honestly. I think he brings a good dynamic to the group as the optimist in a way. His fighting style centers around wrestling with the way he did a German suplex to one of those scrubs.

Tsugeura’s voice actor actually surprised me. He’s voiced by Kengo Kawanishi. You might know him as Muichiro from Demon Slayer and Roland Fortis from The Case Study of Vanitas. Why I was surprised was because I normally associated with him quiet pretty boys, but remembering that he voiced Roland, he has the capability to go loud and dumb too. Also, another thing that surprised me about him was that Kawanishi always sounded like he could be Akira Ishida’s successor in terms of range and tone, but the voice he uses for Tsugeura makes him sound like Noriaki Sugiyama who you might know as the voice of Sasuke Uchiha from Naruto and also voiced Muichiro’s dad who appeared in the third season of Demon Slayer. Kawanishi’s range is seriously killer.

The second of the new classmates is Mitsuki Kiryu. He’s rumored to be from a rich family with the way he went to a rich kid’s school during junior high. His past sounds very interesting if he chose to rebel and went to Fuurin; I’m super curious as much as I am curious about Suo’s past. Kiryu is practically the total opposite of Tsugeura in every way. He respects people’s boundaries, especially girls’, but is rather effeminate compared to the macho himbo Tsuge-chan. He’s also a huge phone addict as he was first seen in episode 2 playing with his phone. I do wonder if he has a hamburger case alongside the hotdog case. His fighting style sort of reminds me of the Gentle Fist style from Naruto, especially with the way it focuses on deflecting as Kiryu deflects his opponents and sends them flying to his allies.

Kiryu’s voice actor is Toshiyuki Toyonaga. It’s been a while since I last heard Toyonaga voice a rather effeminate character. I actually really like his acting a lot! He has so much range that his voice is so hard to detect because he sounds so different in whatever anime he’s in. If you’re curious on what roles he had done in the past, some examples include Yuuri Katsuki from Yuri on Ice, Kazuki Kurusu from Buddy Daddies and Nayuta Yatonokami from Paradox Live. All three of those roles sound different, yet they come from the same person. Amazing, isn't it? I love how Toyonaga gives Kiryu a boyish voice; that tone is so cute.

The fighting scene in the anime was well-animated! All three have such distinct styles, but it meshes so well together. Heck, even Suo gets to be a part of the fight, despite him being at the back protecting Nirei and the girl Kiryu saved and only fighting when mooks try to run towards the back. I really like the part where Sakura is flipping around after Tsugeura throws in a punch and then Kiryu deflects a guy towards him.

The episode is also has some development towards Sakura as he gets new fighting allies in Tsugeura and Kiryu and even gets five new contacts in his phone. He’s the most chronically offline teenager, and he’s even slowly adjusting to the teen life by attempting to participate in group chats and stuff. I hope that Sakura becomes an expert at instant messaging by the time the story ends.

The episode ends with the second years coming to Sakura’s class in order to pick a Group Captain. What is a group captain? It’s like a top of the class or something. Suo volunteers Sakura to be captain. What happens next will be shown next week. However, the second years showing up is great because Enomoto is hilarious with the way he rolls his R’s. Can you believe that he’s voiced by Taishi Murata, who voices Pieyon from Oshi no Ko? Crazy, right? That’s the third voice actor with crazy range in this episode. Also, this is the introduction to Kaji but I’ll talk more about him next week as he’ll finally talk. I can’t wait to see people’s reaction to Kaji. He’s such a great character.

There are two more episodes left. With how popular this show is in the Japanese fanbase, I wouldn’t be surprised if a second season will be announced; I certainly want it. What are your thoughts on this episode and are you also wanting a season two like I am?

[mcsupernova]

welcome back c: may I request headcanons for omega Yuto x male alpha reader with breeding kink please? thank u!!

cw. smut, male!reader, omegaverse, alpha!reading, breeding, slightly mentions of blood

When Yuto confessed to you that he was an omega, you were genuinely confused. How? You think; he didn't have the stereotypical body of a omega, you really just tough he was a super nice alpha!

But oh well, I guess that just makes it more erotic. An omega with big tits that you can play with while you fuck him silly? Good! And it's get better when you decide to knot him with your big alpha cock to make sure he's gettin breeded with your puppies.

For Yuto, the though of getting breeding with your seed is so embarrassing, but he can't help it, he is an omega after all, he's made for this exclusively! — If you don't hurry to fill him up, he'll moan like the little whore he is — "P-Please hurry up please please-" everytime more and more desesperate for your cum.

Just give him what he needs! he is a good breeding toy for you after all, he deserves a reward, doesn't it? Oh and when you decide to mark him he just loses it. The delicious pain and the smell of blood drives him crazy, begging for more of your seed.

Yuto is just a pathetic omega that needs to be constantly impregnated by his alpha to be happy <3 Oh and he works so hard too, so is a double reward !!

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

Do you think Timelord-specific disabilities exist? Like Timelords who always regenerate into the same body, or something else?

Do Time Lord-specific disabilities exist?

Absolutely. Time Lords already deal with some unique disabilities or conditions:

👽 Existing

Regenerative Dissonance: Imagine your past selves just won’t shut up. Multiple personalities from past incarnations do not shut up when you regenerate, resulting in a constant board meeting inside your head. This condition has such a severe impact on mental health that afflicted Time Lords end up committing suicide, although there is Gallifreyan technology that can help control it.

Regenerative Vulnerabilities: The few seconds in which they are regenerating are extremely vulnerable, compromising their immune systems and leaving them open to viruses, paradoxes and other forms of biodata corruption through foreign materials, resulting in severe allergies or even changing species.

Whoops, that regeneration went wrong: Can be sub-categorised into areas including (but not limited to) - Whoops, I only have half a new body now; - Whoops, I regenerated my body but not my liver; - Whoops, I've turned myself inside out; - Whoops, I've gone back to being a time tot; - Whoops, I've turned into a creature from Stranger Things.

Regenerative infections: Multiple regenerative illnesses exist, one of which is the Dogma Virus, which is a condition that lies dormant until a Time Lord regenerates, then turns the new incarnation into a violent, mindless being.

Dark Design: Dark Design is a rather special form of insanity reserved for Gallifreyans only. This renders the Gallifreyan unable to stop thinking; hampering their ability to sleep or take care of themselves, causing severe irritability and anger, hallucinations, and an inability to process reality. It is usually suffered by exceptionally clever Gallifreyans and results in them becoming corrupt geniuses. It is incurable, and sufferers spend their lives in Gallifreyan mental institutions (or you know, being President).

Retro-regeneration or Degeneration: Reverting to previous incarnations can happen and has its own set of potential issues.

+ many more besides.

💭 Speculative

Given these existing complexities and potential pitfalls, it's entirely feasible that there could be lots more Time Lord-specific disabilities. Some speculative examples might include:

Chronic Regenerative Inhibition: A condition where a Time Lord can't regenerate at all despite having all the necessary physical gear, living just one mortal life.

Regenerative Looping: A condition, as you suggested, that forces the Time Lord to continually regenerate into the same form, never moving on to a new one.

Retro-Regenerative Confusion: An inability to correctly channel past incarnations even when they are needed. Maybe this is a skill set, or a set of memories. And we're not just talking 'I can't quite remember what happened on this planet last time' to 'wait, how does walking work?'

Environmental divergence: Maybe regeneration is required in an atmosphere with no Oxygen. If the body successfully adapts to this environment, then maybe the Gallifreyan can no longer breathe Oxygen and requires exclusively space dust-9 atmospheres to live?

Chrono/psionic dementias: Maybe a Time Lord can no longer perceive time in linear order? Maybe they can no longer control their psionic abilities, hearing everyone's thoughts all the time?

These are just a few ideas - the list is potentially infinite.

Related:

Can disabilities persist through regenerations?: The nature of inherent and regeneration-specific disabilities.

Factoid: What’s the ‘Dark Design’ in Time Lords?

Regenerative Dissonance vs Disassociative Identity Disorder - what's the difference?: How RD and DID compare.

What counts as a safety hazard for regeneration?: Risk factors in regeneration.

Hope that helped! 😃

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[godtier]

so i got an email from RT about the last season and i'm kinda annoyed

first there was this:

brother, just say it was because of the strike lmao c'mon now. we all know that's why you're pushing it back

tho don't get me wrong, i will always support a creative team pushing a release date back to perfect the product (whether it's a show, movie, or video game), but this was just stupidly phrased and they coulda just said it. i'm guessing WB was like "no don't mention it at all for the love of god"

then there was this:

now the way this reads to me is that only first members get to watch the season?? traditionally, first members got the release ... well, first. then, non-paying members got the release a few days/a week later. that makes sense to me and it's how it's been since forever. the last time i bought a first sub was for the shisno paradox trilogy and i didn't need to be coerced into it; i wanted to see it as it came out. doing it like this seems really fuckin stupid.

and, in case anyone missed it, rt already removed all seasons of rvb off of their youtube channel. so the only "official" way to watch rvb (aside from DVDs/blu-rays) is their site.

not only that, but just seven episodes? and yet it's gonna be released as a (presumably) feature-length film? so if we're to assume the "movie" cut is gonna be about 90 mins long (being generous here), that means each episode is gonna be about 12-13 mins long, which is fine... but just seven? idk, for the last season, i would have thought they'd have gone all-out and produced a more "standard" length season.

for reference, the average season length (not counting rvb: zero) is about 19-20 episodes. the season with the smallest number of episodes (again, not counting zero) is s17 with 12. i'd have been satisfied with 12, but 7 is just... what. how are you gonna wrap up an entire 20+ year-long series with 7 episodes?? if the episodes were 30 mins long each, then i'd be like "aight let's go son" but if my assumptions are correct, 12-13 min long episodes isn't enough

idk, i was probably gonna renew my first sub anyway, but the fact that they're locking it out entirely unless you either buy first or buy WB's movie-version... it just seems yucky

tbh, if you ask me and consider all the main cast seasons, rvb ended with s17. it had the best wrap-up imo (aside from s5, but only OGs will agree that's a good ending point, myself included), and it tied up everything neatly and left it open-ended. the boys had their biggest adventure, donut got to shine (yes i'm biased), and it ended in a place where you could feasibly imagine them living out their lives in peace, like they deserve.

it's been a long time since i was active in rvb fandom (and it was here, on this very tumblr!) but i'm wary about going forward now. i'm gonna watch it somehow, but i've gotta figure out the best way to do so. i'm hoping they either clarify that they meant that first members are getting it ... first (as it has always been) and the wording was just bad, or they roll back on that stipulation and just leave it the way it was.

[crowleys-bentley-and-plants]

Hiii this is my unnecessary long masterlist enjoy :))

Taglist

All of these are good omens related and most can be found on my ao3 :)

FICS

Dear Angel (G, 3.3k) A collection of emails addressed to a certain Aziraphale, found on the computer of a lonely demon. My Dear Crowley (G, 3.3k) A collection of letters addressed to a certain Crowley, found in the drawer of a lonely desk in Heaven. See Your Face Lit by Starlight (T, 1k) Amidst the stars on a rooftop, Crowley and Aziraphale discuss their place in the world… and some other things. Masters of Fate (T, 11.7k, 6/?) The Metatron lied. Why should he need Aziraphale to rule heaven if he could do it himself? And now Aziraphale is trapped. He needs to warn Crowley, but if he steps out of line, Crowley would get erased from the Book of Life. And there's this little problem with the Second Coming, which is not what they thought it would be… you look like an angel to me (G, 3.4k) Have you ever wondered why people call their loved ones angels? Well, someone has.

My poetry collection and other shenanigans under the cut

POEMS

A Septent's fault - a Crowley pov poem about how everything is always his fault (Tumblr) Not Enough - a Crowley pov poem inspired by this fanart (Tumblr) Too Late - Crowley is too late, again (Tumblr) The Touch of an Angel - when the very skin of an angel is too holy for a demon (Tumblr) I See You - Aziraphale sees Crowley for who he is (Tumblr) How to be Understood - all Crowley wants is to be understood (Tumblr) Wilted Eden - in which Crowley believes his love is poisonous (Tumblr) Damaged - Crowley wrestles with feelings of being unworthy of love due to his many flaws (Tumblr) Nothing Lasts Forever - as the title says, nothing lasts forever (Tumblr) I Won't Ask - Crowley is done asking questions. And yet he can't help it (Tumblr) Was It My Fault? - a poem trying to determine whose fault it was (Tumblr) The Fall of Icarus - Crowley faces the consequences of his love (Tumblr) How You Became A Memory - even though they are immortal, their love was only a short-lived dream that ended, leaving behind echoes of what once was (Tumblr) The Puppeteer - Crowley wondering whether he would still be loved for his true self (Tumblr)

BLACKOUT POETRY

In the Beginning From Eden The Paradox of Us Gone, gone, gone All I Have Now Are Questions Parting Words When Home Becomes a Person Unknowingly Who We Are Embers of the Fallen The Ruins of a Cottage Eclipsed Existence Reunion Always Too Late The Endless Loop Sub Rosa

FRIDGE POETRY

The Starmaker Lost Constellations His Heart Beats Loudly Lost at Sea Memories Etched into My Skin Mourning the Ghost of Us Broken Altar Falling Hope Broken Wings A Stranger's Eyes It Was Never Me Burning Drowning Phantom of Paradise Consumed by Desire Weightlessness Hell's Embrace Shades of Grey The Cost of Letting Go Intoxicated Selenic Tomorrow I Will Be Gone You Taste Bittersweet The Absence of Me

ART

BIBLE BLACKOUT BLASPHEMY

[jumpscaregoose]

I must ask cuz I'm honestly super interested but know nothing about it so. How would u recommend for one to get into paradise? I'm pretty sure it's a multimedia franchise, but. I do not know any of the media LMAO

I'm assuming you're talking about paradox live so I'm gonna try my best to explain (if any mutuals want to chime in their opinions I would love that)

paradox live is a multimedia music project thing that is confusing as hell basically

the original format is a series of audio dramas you can find in the correct watch order with subs on youtube really easily. there's also some written translations if you prefer that

I absolutely suck at audio dramas because they're crazy understimulating to me so it took like. six months after I got into paralive to listen through half of them. I've only listened to the drama past live and a couple of the shuffle units. 2x speed is SO HELPFUL for me when I'm struggling to make it through

why? because there's an anime that came out last year. that's how it got me, and it's a lot more accessible if you're like me and can't do audio dramas. however it does do the sk2001 thing and go crazy off the rails in the last 3 episodes for basically no reason? so if you want the actual intended story you'll need to switch to the dramas for vibes and beyond. however also like sk2001 this anime original stuff is pretty fun (shoutout to episode 9 fr) so if you plan on watching the anime watch it all the way through (but be aware the ending is NOT the same as the dramas)

there's also EVEN MORE YAYYYYYYY. there's a "side novel" called memory that is NOT a SIDE NOVEL this is PRETTY VITAL INFORMATION don't wait six months to read it like I did.

if you're interested in getting into paralive here's what I recommend reading/watching in order: dramas up to vibes/the anime, live audio drama, memory novel, the rest of the audio dramas. shuffle units and other side stuff you can really do at any time

I'd also recommend listening to a few of the songs before you start just to get a feel for it. honestly just put on rap guerilla reload and you'll get a decent idea of each group's sound. I can also give recommendations because I do have favourites

and never forget that allen is the bible

[jadeazora]

A promotional video of Takara Tomy's PokéPiece House dollhouse collection, available in Japan.

The Seibu building in Shibuya will host a temporary Pokemon Center from Apr27 until May8. (The Paradox Pokemon 🤩)

The main set list for the Pokemon 151 set has been mostly revealed, alongside promos for the file sets.

Pokefan magazine's cover for this month, and it comes with a badge featuring Liko/Sprigatito and pouch featuring both our new kids. We also have the promo shots for tomorrow's episode. (Depending if I have work tomorrow or not, I might wait to cover it Saturday when the subs are out and post the new Alola arc stuff instead. If I don't have work, I'll do the episode.)

Lastly, Chandelure is live in Pokemon Unite;

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Find the word

Thanks to @emabatis here, @buffythevampirelover here, and @the-golden-comet here!

My words: crouch, finger, seat, written, hurt, sky, green, hello, are, friendly, jest, ardent

Your words: activate, survive, error, land

Tagging @riveriafalll @bookish-karina @songsofsomnia @drchenquill @diabolical-blue

+ ANYONE ELSE

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

@nebula--nix @literarynecromancy @honeybewrites @the-golden-comet

Keep reading for:

Robbie and Akash (and Ariel) find the portal

Mrs. Moon is a bit creepy

William makes a discover

Lore on chronokinesis

Maddie makes a good point

Lexi and Ash in the Gateway

Meet George

Lexi has everyone's schedule memorized

Rose makes a guess

Jedi is friendly

Robbie's eyes

Crouch(ed) - from The Secret Portal Part One (Robbie POV)

“Do you think you did this?” “What?” “I mean, you did something weird in the hall with Jason, right?” “Yeah, maybe, if that was me.” “How could it not be? I mean, you launched him across the hallw—oomph!” “Sorry, Ariel hit a rock, I think.” I crouched down to examine the rock. “Sheesh, that’s a big one.” I pressed my hand against it. “Smooth, too.” I furrowed my brows. “Hm.”

Finger - from The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

As we walked toward the commons, I told Ash about my conversation with Ms. Moon. “That’s weird,” Ash said once I finished, fiddling with the ring on her index finger with her thumb. “And low-key creepy. Why’s she prying into our personal activities?”

Seat - from The Secret Portal Part One

Atsila hung up and William turned back to the bubbling chemicals. He jumped in his seat. “No way….” He grabbed the flask and examined it closer. Suddenly giddy, he turned to the snakefly behind him. Gingerly, he tilted the flask and allowed a drop of the chemical to drop on the insect’s wings. William opened the tablet and began recording.

Written - from The Secret Portal Part One

The best theorists speculated traveling to the future was impossible, as it would take the chrono out of the past, disrupting history’s natural flow. On the other hand, if a chrono could travel back into the past, they could theoretically cause a paradox that unraveled their plane of reality. This was why immediately after the discovery of chronokinesis, a law was written for APTA to give a serum that prevented the ability to travel through time. This did not render the chronos Inutil, however. Some sub-powers had been discovered in the only couple hundred cases that had been documented.

Hurt - from The Secret Portal Part One (Noelle POV)

Maddie ran her tongue over her teeth. With her braces, I wasn’t sure why she kept the habit up; it would probably hurt. “I’m not sure what I buy. But we fell through a tunnel made of rainbows. I think having powers wouldn’t be too surprising.”

Sky - from The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

The sun that had been burning in the late afternoon was no longer casting a deathly heat paired with Houston humidity. In fact, looking up, the burning mass seemed to be missing, despite the sky being a soft periwinkle.

Green - from The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

Carla and a taller, older boy were sitting on the larger couch. The boy—or maybe young man—held what appeared to be a granola bar in his hand, out of a wrapper. A world of dragons and portals and they still have regular food? On the table in front of him sat a plate with other unwrapped granola bars set on top of it. Jeez. He wore earrings and a red beanie-like hat with a green fringed jacket over an orange crewneck. His bright blue eyes against his skin tone reminded me of Maddie. Based on the state of the room, I couldn’t help but wonder if these two lived alone.

Hello - from The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

“Gwen has science, Rose: art, and Noelle has… math,” I answered. “How do you know these things?” Ash asked as she rolled the sleeves up of her red flannel. “Like, you have everyone’s schedule memorized!” “Pfft, no I don’t.” I waved hello to Julian Austin as he ran by. “Really? What’s Julian’s fourth period?” Ash asked. I pushed open the door with my shoulder, pausing briefly to think. “Gym.” “See?” Ash pointed out. “What can I say? I’m observant,” I said as the exhaust from the buses caused my eyes to water.

Are - from The Secret Portal Part One (Maddie POV)

“The wall ended up being a portal or something that led here. What if this is the same thing?” Gwen’s eyebrows shot up. Her drumstick stilled. “A portal? Rose, I’m sorry, what are you talking about?” “Yeah,” Rose responded, shrugging. “Lexi and Ash must’ve stumbled upon it.”

Friendly - from The Secret Portal Part One (Noelle POV)

“What does this mean?” I asked, gesturing at the screen. “Telekinesis?” “Precisely,” said Dr. Moon. “I see we have some perceptive ones,” he added with a glance at Maddie and a friendly smile. He turned back to me. “Not a common power, but not rare.”

Jest - from The Secret Portal Part One (Akash POV)

Not to mention, they accented his eyes. “Black like a black hole,” Chailey Smith had said in sixth grade science. “They have a gravity to them, pulling you in.” She’d caught me looking at her, turning away from her friend Amber. “Does he get that a lot?” I’d lost track of how many times I’d overheard other students fawning over that attribute. I have dark eyes, too! But apparently they didn’t have a gravity that drew everything in to its death. “Yep,” I’d replied. “That exact metaphor, too,” I’d added in jest. Chailey had given me a weird look. Then she’d gone back to Amber, talking in a quieter voice.

Ardent - N/A

[random-xpressions]

A deep inhaling of fresh air before I touch this subject which is not just complicated but also very complex because of the intricacies with which it extends its influence on our lives.

Sub: SOULMATE & SPOUSE IN ONE PERSON..

The above statement should be seen as the highest of all blessings that could be aspired for on earth in terms of human relationships.

Though sadly enough, during the tenure of one's journey, both on individual and relationship level, there are high chances of developing a division, a split in real time, to which I would never jump into any immediate conclusion of one being right and the other being wrong, because when it comes to human existence, we cannot simply classify everything into black and white, especially when it involves the heart and mind.

So the first empirical truth, though bitter, is to acknowledge that at a certain given time, a spouse may not essentially in essence be your soulmate or put it from a different angle, the one who is in essence your "soul" mate need not be bound to have any physical connectivity to you.

At its core, the idea of a soulmate is someone that is well acquainted with your soul substance even beyond the medium of any physical connection. Paradoxically in some cases, the one having extreme physical proximity to you, may be the furthest away from you in soul distance, the poorest plight of sharing a single bed and yet feeling a galaxy of distance between each other's soul orbits.

The idea of soul mate is purely on a plain and a realm much beyond any physical involvements, so there's nothing wrong in the notion that your soul tribe exists at a different place. There may be instances when in your journey, you'll be having no soul mate in human form, but your soulmates would be: a waning moon, or a hundred stars in the night sky, or thousands of sand grains on which you walk all alone by yourself...

Random Xpressions