#dojun answers

[dojunie]

Eternal 'stupid duckboy (who keeps digging his own grave)' missing hours😔

👾'twas me :P

duckboy being stupid in 4k will be returning to your screen sooner than we think, hopefully................ dont hold me to that but i mean i want it as much as you do, its just. the voices, you know

they want me to write terrible things about gamer haechan rn...

[allboutheyaoi]

i'm like 45 chapters into "love is an illusion" and till now i still can't believe how terrible the communication between dojin and hyesung is, like almost all of their sex scenes are non consensual, which is very off-putting, and the only reason i'm still reading is because of heesoo who is my favorite person in this whole mess. at this point i'm terrified to read his side story because i genuinely love him and i'm scared the author will ruin him as a character. please, does it get better??

you’re right and you should say it.

DOES it get better after 45 chapters? That entirely depends on which couple you’re talking about. 

Dojin & Hyesung relationship pretty much remains the same after marriage. Hyesung is still a brat but he does get better and takes good care of their son, Byul (who is the saving grace of the entire series). Dojin still remains crazy for Hyesung, though I’m not too sure why. Their relationship is honestly not a favourite, for the only reason I put up reading about them is because of Byul.

Dojun & Heesoo, though, gets so MUCH better. Heesoo is my favourite character in the entire series too and I fucking love how he doesn’t deny his attraction towards to Dojun. They’re absolutely compatible with one another and their sex scenes are all CONSENSUAL. This couple has a more mature flare compared to the other couple and I think that’s what attracted me to them the most. They’re sexy yet very domestic and Dojun is an absolute Daddy. If I dare say, they deserve an entire series for themselves.

In the end, it’s entirely up to you if you want to drop the series. But I’d recommend for you to continue reading the series solely for Byul and the secondary couple, Dojun & Heesoo!

[moonsinfonia]

Number 96 and Blood Shepard!

🌿—Thank you for the ask, anon!

—Number 96—

Why I like them/Why I don’t like them

I have incredibly mixed feelings about 96. On one hand, I like him as this crazier side of Astral because it made him quite interesting and even entertaining, but on the other hand, he was a little too crazy for me. Especially after his (first?) duel against Astral where the whole god complex started—

What I like about their appearance

Like Astral, 96 is very aesthetically pleasing to me. One of my favourite things are the earrings and the marks, but what I specifically like about 96 is that he has those red marks and a different colour, which makes him unique in his own way.

Do I prefer their dub names or original names?

I don’t think that 96 has a different dub name? So— yeah xD

OTP

I actually don’t ship him with anyone.

NOTP

Astral or Yuma x 96 is a big no for me — I just think that the relationship would be incredibly toxic and unhealthy. In my opinion, a lot would have to change for 96 to have a "good" or healthy relationship with them.

OT3

Again, I don’t ship him with anyone.

Favourite card they use

I like his ace, so Number 96: Black Mist. Apart from that, the malicious monsters are kinda cute and have good effects, so I like them as well.

Favourite moment they were in

When he fought alongside Astral to defeat the guardian guy? Or whatever that thing was xD

Least favourite moment

When he murdered Astral :‘)

Would I fuck, marry or kill them

Uhm...kill, I guess? I honestly feel so bad for saying this skxnjsj

—Blood Shepherd

Why I like them/Why I don’t like them

I like that he really cares about Emma and his mother. You always see him as this "brutal" bounty hunter, but he’s actually kinda soft and incredibly protective, too. If I can say it like that xD That’s what I like about him.

What I like about their appearance

In all honesty, I don’t like his "real life" appearance at all. However, the design of his Vrains Avatar is really unique and makes him look like an actual bounty hunter. On top of that, he reminds me of a Star Wars character!

Do I prefer the dub names or original names?

Definitely original names for both his real name and avatar name.

OTP

Blood Shepherd x Happiness sounds like a good OTP

NOTP

I mean, I don’t really know what kinda ships he's involved in, but I sure hope that Emma X him isn’t one of them.

OT3

Don’t have one!

Favourite card they use

Batteldrone General!

Favourite moment they were in

I always appreciate the moments where he protects Emma, so those are my favourites! I also really liked his interaction with Revolver.

Least favourite moment

I don’t think I have one?

Would I fuck, marry or kill them

This question, man! xD Let me just, uhm— hug him, I guess? (Although I genuinely think that he’d kill me for that)

[luna-rainbow]

Scene (episode 6): Choi Changje walks out after Yangchul concedes to his political career. He asks Dojun, "Why would you help me, nephew?" Dojun answers, "Compared to being a son-in-law for Soonyang, you're much more suited to being the Mayor of Seoul, uncle."

“That reaction was all me. It wasn’t in the script, but when he suddenly smiled, leaned close and called me uncle…I couldn’t help my reaction. My hand went to my mouth. I was dazzled by those gorgeous eyes. My heart wouldn't stop fluttering. I questioned my sexuality.” -- Kim Dohyun talking about Song Joongki on “Knowing Bros”

[merryfortune]

Spectre, despite having appeared twice so far and despite being third wheel to Ema and Kengo who are duelling next week, still hasn’t spoken in this season and isn’t due to speak for quite some time yet. But I have a new theory.

I complained about this before and when I did, I did briefly consider this possibility before deciding the answer was elsewhere. That is to say, in episode 103, Spectre didn’t speak because Ryoken told him not. I decided its because Spectre is being introduced to the others gradually like a pet cat and a pet dog. Others said that he was simply not allowed to speak because he’d say some freak shit and irritate Team Playmaker which likely would have gone against Ryoken’s desired outcome for the interaction. But I have a new, solidifying conclusion: Spectre has selective mutism. 

At the time, I dismissed this but now that I’m reading up on this disorder, it actually aligns quite well with what we know about Spectre’s childhood and how the Link VRAINS function.

Beginning with the latter item, the Link VRAINS, we’ll start there. The Link VRAINS functions on the basic premise of “if you can imagine doing it, it can be performed there”. As Spectre does most his speaking in the Link VRAINS, he is able to freely communicate. Compared to his IRL scenes where, if I recall correctly, he’s only ever spoken to Ryoken and it was just before his duel with Blood Shepherd. All other times we’ve seen IRL Spectre, he hasn’t spoken. 

In hindsight, one of his most notably quiet moments IRL was when he reacted to Earth having been placed inside of Go Onizuka’s brain. If memory serves correct, he didn’t make a sound. Not even an exasperated groan; something other characters are prone to do, for example, Takeru who often makes all sorts of noises when he’s upset and frustrated. Perhaps Spectre was simply psychologically unable to vocalise in that moment.

Additionally, in Spectre’s backstory, his child self was not depicted speaking - although, in the dub, I believe he was. He was also depicted as being socially isolated and as a child who was rude to the others of the orphanage. That sort of social avoidance and temperament are incredibly common to children with selective mutism. And if Spectre was, canonically, selectively mute, it would certainly add friction between his and peers.

However, Spectre mentions that after the Incident occurred, he wanted to speak about it. Being told to not speak about it, now that he was finally ready to communicate more conventionally, would have put a lot of pressure on him and add another layer to his hatred of how he knew society.

So, in the upcoming episode where he is not due to speak but certainly appear as Akira relegated him to the Bessho-Dojun sibling team, it would make sense for him to not speak as he has been put in a typically stressful situation for someone with selective mutism. Similarly, returning to episode 103, Spectre appearing in front of Yusaku and Takeru IRL for the first time would also be another typically stressful situation for someone with selective mutism. And given the facial expressions Spectre made during that episode - most of which looked grumpy, sulking, or uncomfortable - that adds extra support to this possibility.

And there you have it. That’s my pitch for why I think it's possible that Spectre has selective mutism.

[fmddojun]

Aesthetic + Headcanon : Dogs & Fennec Foxes & Jun

dojun doesn’t understand why exactly he keeps getting bitten by his girlfriend’s pets, because aren’t their pets supposed to love them more then...oh i don’t know, attempt constantly to bite their fingers off? 

Premise: Dojun explores why exactly he gets all the hate from his girlfriend’s pets, and the reason why he actually does endure them Word Count: 515 words A/N: mentions of @fmdxchaeyeon

the first time he meets mark, clearly--the golden retriever shows its affection for him by almost taking his fingers off.

clearly-- its an issue with him, because mark is an angel to practically and almost everybody.

everybody except for dojun, and dojun thinks that perhaps its jealousy.

jealousy is an accurate assessment as he finds his shoes chewed to bits each time he stays over at chaeyeon’s place, and jun knows that its on vengeful purpose, because there was no way that chaeyeon wouldn’t have trained mark not to take shoes as his next favourite marking territory or to use his sneakers as a chew toy for the next hot minute.

he ends up walking back home barefoot. because there was no way he was going to walk home with dog slobber on his feet and toes peeking through the holes in his shoes.

but he’s nice, and its treats in return for shoes broken beyond repair that he brings the next time he comes to chaeyeon’s house. except that there’s yet another problem. perhaps its him once more, or that there’s something wrong with chaeyeon’s pets and all, but even the fennec fox that’s usually tame hates him like vice. 

are his fingers that nice to chew? he considers tearing out some of his hair just in exchange to understand the cogs working under those tiny brains of his girlfriend’s pets. 

jealousy. it has to be. he convinces himself as he stares at the dog and the fox curled up against his girlfriend, one guarding her legs like a guardian statue, the other comfortably curled in her arms, both lifting up their head simultaneously to fix their glowing, almost vengeful stares right at him as soon as he crossed the threshold of their line limits.

stupid dog, stupid fox. he’s all sour as he sits at the table, far away from his girlfriend, unable to hold her or touch her or even come close to her in fear of large, snapping teeth, and small, sharp claws. his arms still throbbed from the time that Artemis had clawed his arms out of vengeance, and his toe still throbbed from when Max vengefully stepped on his toes for getting a little too close for comfort.

was he and chae really destined to only interact with each other outside her home? dojun refused entirely to believe that. nothing was impossible, nothing was ever impossible as long as he set his heart to it. 

one day he’d either get back at those pets and earn their trust, or one day held be able to sneak around them, quiet and fast enough to steal a kiss of a hug from his girlfriend within the premises of her home before any of her animal guardians could physically attempt to separate them.

some would ask him--why make such an effort? why all the heartache and the physical pain of getting his fingers endangered? 

the answer was pretty simple.

because love was about tolerance as well as companionship, and since he loved chae, that was just merely a small price to pay. 

[hwanduu]

january 4th, 2023 ㅡ 12:38AM

happy new year! i am currently in japan with my love just enjoying the winter bliss a little bit more before we go back to work. christmas was lovely. my parents came from jeju to my apartment in seoul instead to celebrate it this year and we have a new person joining in as well (it was my boyfriend dojun ㅎ). it was a happy celebration that i haven’t had in awhile so i was happy. but also sad? but happy and content. time is fleeting too fast is all and i wish for my parents to live longer and in good health always.

there’s something that bothers me a bit the past few days though. i think i’m grieving. not for my late brother although i miss him always. i’m grieving the time where i wish i had gotten more during my younger days. it all came because of one question. one question about my past that made me feel bad because i don’t have good answers to tell them to enlighten the moment. i wish i have better days to tell as an answer but all my mind remembered are moments that i wish to not be associated with me.

opening up or talking about myself and my past is not something that i like. for i know it will come with sympathy and bringing the mood down for everyone in the room. i grow so much from it and the pain that follows and linger yet it is still something that i have to carry myself around with. i don’t regret nor do i have any resentment with my bullies or the people i was involved in during high school but admitting i go through something like that is sad and once in awhile i wished i had not go through instead. 

being associated with trauma had made me realized that yes, it’s sad and yes it was hard but i do not wish for that to be all what i am. yes, it took me very long while to love myself again but i would like to be acknowledge for what i am now and not what had happened to me. that’s probably why i don’t like telling people about it either. 

maybe it would have been easier if i lied and laugh. i am jealous of what other people had and the things that i didn’t get to experience when i was their age, that i have to admit. i wanted to be normal and live a good ass life when i got a new family and yet, i was only able to achieve it when i entered my 20s. 

so here’s to teen hwa ryujin that died at 17 that thought life would end by then, the one that thought no hope is there and all dreams will die and buried. you would love to see the life we have. if only an adult like us existed back then, perhaps it would have been warmer and safer for you to be a normal kid. 

[darkzorua100]

Well...I guess that answers my question on why tiny Takeru is speaking in episode 60. On that note, Takeru, it has been nice knowing you as a sane person. If you don’t end up going bat sh*t insane by the end of this or just flat out murdering Blood Shepherd, wow your mental pain tolerance is high and you are a very forgiving person.

Well it looks like episodes 60-63 can basically be summed up as the following: Soulburner is going to get mind f*cked so hard. Of course, we don’t actually know about 60 and 63 yet but since Young Takeru is speaking in 60 and the title for 63 is called “Transmigrating Flames”, pretty sure it is going to be Takeru/Soulburner focused episodes for the next few weeks. 

And I just like to say this right now, why is this even happening? What is actually going through Blood Shepherd’s head to think that it is a good idea to go through the memories of a trauma victim? If this is going to go the way I think it is going to go, Takeru is going to have to go through the Hanoi Project all over again. Seriously why is he doing this? The only reason he would be after Soulburner would be because of Flame and if he captured Soulburner, he would also have Flame. So unless Takeru gave Flame to Yusaku at the last second, there should be no reason why he would be going through his memories unless it is for sh*ts and giggles and if that’s the case, that is a whole new level of messed up. Unless SOL Technologies gave the order to make him do this, because they would be the ones to actually do that, Kengo Dojun, I’m going to look forward to the moment when Soulburner snaps and you are going to be burnt alive.

And that’s not even driving into the theory about if Takeru’s current memories are fake as well. I’m still calling for him to turn against Playmaker, if not from this, something in the future for sure, but if he actually is working for the ??? guy and he gave him fake memories, since the best way into fooling someone is to fool yourself first, and Blood Shepherd ends up messing that up and Takeru ends up remembering his mission, Yusaku might also end up getting screwed from this. He is going to end up dueling Go’s lackeys in 62 in order to rescue Soulburner but after that, who knows. If Soulburner ends up snapping in general from all this, he might just actually turn against Playmaker, just because he isn’t in the right state of mind or because he actually does turn, and we could actually get Playmaker vs Soulburner by the end of this. And if that’s the case, Yusaku is going to die. I don’t seen him beating Takeru, especially if he ends up going completely ballistic. 

Just these next few episodes are going to be treat, maybe not for Takeru, but I’m sure as hell going to enjoy this because I’m calling a snap to happen and when a snap happens in Yu-Gi-Oh, people are going to die.

[cinnamcroll]

             ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥          "um— w-well, not very." words barely more than a mumble, her own expression was blank. chest tightening to the question, she wasn't sure how to answer. unable to fight, not very confident and growing up sheltered; she had zero clue what she was doing. taking his words as completely serious, it was embarrassing to answer. "i'd at least try to be there for you."

lips curling into a smile at the sound of his chuckle, her own eyes wandered south as dojun's did. forgetting her hand was placed over his chest, it'd felt right to touch him in the moment. feeling she'd overstayed her welcome, she quickly tugged back. "s-sorry, i forgot it was there. i really didn't mean to grope ... or, make you uncomfortable."

hands tucking behind the small of her back in nervousness, a blush came to tint her cheeks as her head lowered in embarrassment. "y-yeah, the search. um, well— that's the problem, i don't have any leads. all i know is where it happened and the night." still not meeting dojun's gaze, her fingers toyed together behind her back.

"if you wanted, you could— well, i'd appreciate you helping me with a lead ... or, at least getting me on the right track. this sounds weird and it's always been strange to me, but—," taking a breath as her head lifted, she met his gaze once more. "—the police destroyed the cctv footage of where it happened. well, that's my theory. they claimed to have 'lost' it and just gave up soon after, claiming it was a cold case."

shrugging her shoulders and not knowing where to begin, her lips pursed together; gawking at him. "i'd appreciate it if you could come with me to ask around. i'll do the talking, but i'd feel more confident in myself with you near ... um, we both know who's more intimidating between us. i think that may be beneficial with for my own questioning." letting out a chuckle as she spoke, she'd finally given in to a degree on letting him be there. "if that wouldn't be too much for you, dojun?"

brows suddenly furrowing in realisation to what he said, her head cocked in confusion. "k-kill? no— i-i'd prefer if you didn't kill anyone. ever. i don't even want to kill them, i'd prefer they go to jail and— pay. i'm not sure if that's because i can't kill someone, but ... i don't want you being branded a murderer or stooping to their level. please, can we refrain from bloodshed? f-for now, at least."

he knows. he knows her well enough not to strike him. she doesn't have the heart to. not when they're finally seeing eye to eye anyway. maybe. but he believes he may have just witnessed a new side of her.

"depends. how useful are you?" he tries to jest with a deadpan expression. it's almost impossible to buy he's trying to rouse any sign of amusement out of her. she was right though. if roles were reversed, he wouldn't have let her face the killer head-on. but she could be useful in some ways.

dojun chuckles. letting her have her little moment. they weren't on the same page. regardless of what's been said, he wants to lend a hand. even if it meant volunteering behind the scenes. "i meant.." he starts off slowly, glancing at the hand down his chest. "with the search."

before she could have another chance to refuse him, he quickly adds: "i promise i won't kill them or scheme anything behind your back. i just want to know if there's anything i can do with the investigation. anything at all."

[dojunie]

i miss misdial jeno and y/n i feel like its been decades. but i hope ure doing well <3<3 btw i love ur writing style and i wish i could be as good as you or even just a half heh…

misdial is currently at 37k and i open that blasted fic almost every day <3 i promise you she is baking, thank you so so much for sticking around through this genuinely debaucherous hiatus i am putting you all through LOL

for your patience i will insert a blurb under the readmore of a scene in the upcoming ch, and its still in jen pov btw!!!

Back in highschool, when you were a junior and he was a senior, you’d had a short lived obsession with dying your hair. Mark had mentioned it to him in passing, recalling the half a dozen conversations he’d witnessed of you trying to convince your parents to let you bleach it, but he hadn’t really thought about it too seriously until he was over at Mark’s house to work on a project a few weeks later. Your brother, who’s brain stopped working properly when he was hungry, tapped out after about fifteen minutes to hit the convenience store a few blocks away for a pint of ice cream and a few energy drinks. 

It was only after the front door slammed shut that Jeno even realized you were home; he was slouched in Mark’s desk chair scrolling listlessly through his phone when he heard the bedroom door creak open, and turned around expecting your brother. It was not your brother.

It was you. Standing in the doorway like a deer caught in headlights as your eyes met, dressed in a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top, hair slicked down to your head with cherry red dye— it was all over your hands, splattered down your neck, an artful blob on the tip of your nose.

The two of you stared at each other for what felt like minutes. He hadn’t seen you this close for a few weeks now, since this was around the time that you’d started hanging out with your friends more and were rarely ever home. That was what he blamed for the way his brain seemed to start buffering at the sight of you.

“Are you okay?” he finally asked.

You stood up straight and hid your hands behind your back like he hadn’t already seen them in all their bloody glory, and said, “I thought you… Left. Just now. With Mark.”

“I didn’t,” he replied. You stared at each other some more. Then, because he wasn’t quite sure what else to do and he’s never really been good at reading a room, he said,“You missed a bit, there. On the top.”

You stiffened, and then your whole body slumped like he’d cut your strings with those ten words alone. “I know. Mark has a little mirror in here somewhere that I was going to steal while he was gone, because I didn’t realize until it was too late that I couldn't see the back of my own head.”

And somehow this ended up with Jeno standing behind you in your bathroom, dutifully brushing red goo into your scalp as you fidgeted and twitched and tried to pretend you weren’t staring at him in the mirror, even though it was very obvious that you were. Jeno pretended, like he’d been doing for the last three years, that he didn’t notice— even if he was finding it a little harder than normal to not stare right back.

Back then, he chalked up his jitters to all of the physical things that were happening in that moment. He credited his desire to stand a little closer to you than necessary to the pleasant scent of cherry coming from the dye in your hair, and blamed the uneven straps on your tank top for the reason his eyes kept drifting to the curve of your shoulders. He was hyper-focusing on the tiny beauty mark below your ear not because he found it fascinating, but because it was easier to keep his eyes trained on that than to risk forgetting what he was doing and finding your eyes in the mirror.

When the dye ran out and your head was sufficiently gooped, he’d been gearing up to ask if you needed help washing it out or something, not quite ready to go back to being strangers just yet, when the sound of the garage door opening whispered through the house and you stiffened. In an instant you were plucking the empty dye bowl from his hands and then herding him out of your bathroom— startled, he turned around to mention his sweater only to find it flying at his chest with enough force to knock him back against the hallway wall. Your eyes were huge as you stood in the bathroom doorway, hand already on the door as if already positioning to slam it shut.

“Don’t tell Mark you helped me,” you said quickly, before blinking very hard a few times, “And— Thank you? This probably would have turned out like shit if you didn’t offer to help me. Thanks.”

Downstairs, the front door opened. Jeno stood there with his balled up sweatshirt in his hands suddenly feeling very odd. Only later did he realize that feeling was hesitance. He didn’t want to go yet. “Why can’t I tell him?” he asked.

“Because Mark’s going to freak out when he sees me, and I don’t want him to get mad at you too for being an accessory to my crime.”

“An accessory to your what?”

“Oh,” you said belatedly. Then you raised your eyebrows at him, lip quirking into an innocent smile that felt like anything but, and his stomach twisted. “Might’ve said too much.”

Your brother's voice rang up the stairs and Jeno made the mistake of turning towards the landing. By the time he turned back to you, mouth opening to speak— even though he wasn’t even sure what he was planning to say— he only caught the last glimpse of your red stained hand through the shutting the door.

Mark returned a few moments later to find Jeno sitting back in the desk chair, back to peering into his phone, but what he probably didn’t notice was that Jeno was really staring at the little, cherry colored splotch on his palm.

I'M IN LOVE WITH HIM!!!!! but for real, thank you for keeping up with these two dumbos........... i will open up my misdial doc in your honor tonight!!!!

[ema-bessho]

[ep 54] casualties and soldiers, enemies and their allies. wartime catches everyone up in its waves eventually.

Once upon a time, Dojun Kengo had been blind.

It had been such a blissful sort of ignorance. Peaceful. Optimistic. His greatest worry had been making sure he’d have enough to treat his mother to anything she wanted, to impress her with the newest advances.

He hadn’t realized, then, what potential AI held for disaster. Not until he’d experienced their failure firsthand, until the screech of folding metal rang like a chorus through his ears that even the sirens and his own voice, calling desperate for the woman who’d supported for him, sacrificed for him, couldn’t drown out.

The scales had been torn bloody from his bandaged eye.

Rogue, malfunctioning AIs weren’t an anomaly. They were a pattern, grasping at something that they could never be allowed to reach.

This wasn’t a job. This was a battlefield, and Blood Shepherd intended never to face defeat.

He’d embraced the war and found his enemies were so pathetically easy to fool. They hardly understood the concept of trickery, couldn’t willfully navigate the nuances of deceit. If he gave them a three count, they honestly believed that he’d hold to it.

They didn’t deserve free will- they hardly deserved even a mind. AIs were fools.

(And half of the time, he thought, looking over fool after fool and tool after tool, tricked by the promise of three and startled with action on two- humans were no better. Blind, the lot of them all.)

Who decided what an AI said was accurate? Who decided when it spoke, and who decided when it had said enough?

The one who controls it, thought Kengo, loading his newest weapon into his duel disk and standing to answer that Zaizen’s call. He’d seized fine victories, until now- but the war was truly to begin. He’d show no mercy.

[allboutheyaoi]

"im just a little worried on how fargo is gonna execute the plot coz c’mon we ALL know she’s very bad at it." my god. amen.

i only speak the truth hunnie

[dojunie]

swimming for dummies (ljn) Will it be updated?

YES!!!!! im actually really really close to finishing pt 1!!!!! i've been working on it on and off all week, especially today, and im nearly done with the last scene :D i think i will probably post a new teaser bc so much has changed about it that the original teaser is kind of outdated now :DDD

thank you for asking!! im so excited to post it LOL

[dojunie]

misdial ch5 is coming this week :3 days prepare urself for 14k of............ more build up!!!! because after this, things will definitely be changing for mc and jeno...

plus i will be answering the rest of the asks in my inbox!!!

[dojunie]

bestie i had the most debaucherous dream about renjun last night and i just HAVE to tell someone so who better than a fellow renjun lover? 🫶🏼 kinda embarrassing to retell LMAO but like the dream started where i’m about to take a shower and renjun comes in and is like “want some company ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)” and ofc i’m like yes ofc🥰🥰 and tell him to get in so we’re in the shower and he sits on the seat thing in the shower and i sit on his lap and we start kissing and it’s slow and soft but progressively gets more heated and needy then he slides it in (LMAO that was so embarrassing to write??&/&) anyway so i start riding him and it’s soo good😵‍💫😵‍💫 but then i woke up before anything else </3

NSFW NSFW NSFW BELOW THE CUT CLOSE YOUR EYES IFY OU'RE NOT INTO THAT!!!!!!!!!!!

you are so brave for being into shower sex bc i am terrified of busting my head open trying to get freaky in there LMAOOO and what type of big ass shower are yall in that it has a SEAT?

but if i'm being so real and vulnerable rn........... i am a stickler for the needy concept....... not being able to just let it go when he gets horny.... in my head he gets agitated easily so the more you're making out the handsier he's getting, pushing, grabbing, squeezing, until he starts to get frustrated because he can't think straight with you sitting on him like this and it was just supposed to be a shower, seriously, but now he's hard and annoyed because you're hot and being either oblivious on purpose or really just aren't as affected as he is about you being Naked On His Lap which annoys him further, leading him to breaking off the kiss to pull you flush against him, making you feel it

then as soon as he realizes you're messing around on purpose he rolls his eyes, if you're going to play games i should just leave you in here, to which you (knowing he's absolutely not capable of leaving you like this) laugh and adjust so you can slide it in like you know he wants you to

i'm crying tears of blood u are so evil for putting this in my head now i want a shower with a seat in it FUCK

[dojunie]

hey chay, how have u been, are we gonna get a messenger update any soon 🥺

-👾

HELLO!!!! i have been good! summer heat and writers block are beating my ass right now but i think im getting back to a good place with keeping my attention on writing for longer than fifteen seconds

messenger update however.......... i dont have any active plans to update it any time soon, i apologize 🤕 the outline is still totally done, but other things im working on just have my full attention 😭 i 100% plan to continue it though, pls dont worry that im going to abandon it!!! thank you for your interest, it really helps me be excited about it, knowing that people want to know what happens next