#queueing this so i'll forget and not be embarrassed

[tsuyu-chan-kun]

[delopsia]

Erm, I would actually would like you to elaborate on milking Rhett if you feel like it.

Hell yeah, I'll elaborate 👁️👁️ now that I think about it, I have a slight memory of where I was going with that thought 💃

Notes for prostate stimulation, milking, and, of course, cum play. Minors and folks who have an agenda against playing with Rhett Abbott's ass, this is your queue to exit.

It's a little something that first kicks off when you and Rhett go out for lunch and find yourselves (unwillingly) eavesdropping on the conversation happening at the table across from yours. A little group of rodeo guys rambling on and on about their wild escapades and the craziest things they've done in bed. You and Rhett tried to ignore it; you really did, but you wound up listening when the guy in the red flannel mentioned a threesome in a Jurassic park themed hotel room.

You and Rhett are quietly giggling and whispering to each other until red flannel starts rambling on about how a girl convinced him to try milking a few weeks back. When Rhett's smile first falls, you honestly don't think much about it, but then red flannel starts going into detail, and Rhett's ears are turning redder by the second. It's like watching a cartoon, the longer the conversation goes, the redder your boyfriend becomes.

Your foot darts out to smack against the side of Rhett's boot, audibly jostling the spur that he forgot to take off. "You're awful red all of a sudden," spoken innocent as can be, like you can't possibly fathom what has him so flustered.

"Nothin," he shakes his head, eyes darting back down to his cold fries. He knows it's a lie. You know it's a lie. He knows that you know it's a lie.

Alas, it's one of those things that you giggle about on the drive home but forget about by the time the day is over.

It comes up again a few months later when you're both lying in bed, unable to sleep, and chatting about anything that happens to come to mind.

"Do y' remember them rodeo hands from the diner in town?" Rhett croaks, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"The ones who wouldn't quit talking about drunk hookups? And something about..." Hell. What's the word you're looking for? "Milking?"

His silence betrays him. You can hear how hard he swallows at that.

It's too dark to see, but you already know that his ears have flushed a bright, ruby red. Flustered? Too shy or embarrassed to say it out loud? Maybe it's all of the above.

"What?" You can only do so much to suppress the teasing lilt that colors your voice. "Is that something you may be into?"

Radio silence.

The cricket lurking outside the bedroom window chirps. Once. Twice.

"I don't know."

And, well, there's only one way to find out.

Rhett's hard before you even get those tiny black boxers past his thighs, cock slapping against his belly with a wet little 'smack' that bounces around the room. Even without light, it's impossible to miss the thick sheen of precum that spills out of his tip, dripping like a faucet, running down your fingers when you take him into your hand.

He's already so worked up that you hardly need to worry about going slow, only giving him a few seconds to adjust before you start working your hand over him in earnest. Oh, and the way he jumps when you do, those pretty hips rising up off the bed, chasing your touch as if he hasn't felt it in years.

And you're just so quick about it. It's hardly been a few minutes, and he's already babbling about being close, whining low in his throat as you drag that first orgasm out of him.

"Wait, wait, wait, shit—hah!" Shaky hands reach down to paw at you, half-heartedly trying to push you away, but there's no real effort behind it. His thighs flutter, a stray knee knocking into your side as you keep working over his softening length, his own cum slickening the glide.

"Too much?" You ask, fighting back a smile; he's wiggling against the mattress, slowly scooting himself up toward the headboard, but he isn't getting away from you.

Rhett's head shakes, the faintest 'nuh-uh' falling out of him as he blindly reaches over to the bedside table, all but tossing the half-empty bottle of lube at you. He hardly has to tell you what he wants, his half-assed attempt at spreading his legs is enough.

"You already want my fingers?" Feigning shock, as if you're somehow scandalized that he could already want such a thing.

"Mhm," Rhett isn't paying attention, unfocused baby blues glued to the sight of you pouring the lube onto three of your fingers. Three. Always three.

Wordless, you reach down, dipping between those plush, pale thighs to brush your wet fingertips against his entrance. Such a simple touch, and yet you can feel him clench around nothing.

But there's still something you're looking for. "Talk to me, Rhett."

"Yes," blurting out of him in an instant. Hopelessly impatient. "I...I do."

A little shiver races through him the moment that first finger breaches him, mouth falling open to form a soft 'o' shape. There's really no need for distraction, but your unoccupied hand begins to lazily work his half-hard cock anyway.

Fuck he's wet. Precum beading at his tip, spilling over the moment you press a second finger inside. He's tight. Rhythmically fluttering around you, and there's no pleasure that you could possibly get from it, but heat sparks between your thighs anyway.

You're not looking for his prostate yet, but you know you've bumped into it when his legs flutter around you, trying and failing to close. That third finger can't join quickly enough, crooking upward to rub against what feels like a little ball of nerves that have him squealing.

"Fuck!" Rhett's cock jolts in your hand, his body suddenly a live wire beneath you. Squirming against the sheets. "I—oh shit, oh my god, right there, ah!"

Silence falls. His mouth hangs open, but nothing ever escapes. Those eyes roll, and then...

He's cumming again. A strangled gasp bolts out of him just as a short rope of cum spurts out of him, painting his belly before you can catch it. His hips are bucking now, just as strong as those bulls he rides, but he can't shake you loose. The tips of your fingers still spiral into his prostate, a target you can't let yourself lose, albeit moving slower the more he huffs and puffs.

"No, no, no, keep—" he doesn't have to finish that thought. You hardly need any encouragement, working your hand in tandem with the fingers shallowly thrusting into his ass.

But your thumb swipes over his tip.

And he jumps once more. Cock weakly spasming in your gasp, a short rope of cum covering your hand. You're not sure what set him off so fast, but you're keen to find out, hardly even trying to slow down this time.

"Rodeo." It's there, and it's gone in a second, hardly even a whisper, but you catch it.

One last second tap against his prostate is all it takes to draw one more orgasm out of him. Watery eyes roll back into his skull, body jolting as the smallest bit of watery cum all but drools out of him, hardly even enough to amount to anything.

"Shit," sucking in a breath, "shit, you just," gasp, "you just made me cum again." Shocked. Like he didn't even see that one coming. But that awestruck gaze melts into a giggle as quickly as it arrives, lazily reaching for you with shaky arms.

"What was that, three? Four?" You chirp as you climb up the side of the bed, winded despite hardly doing much work at all.

"Felt like..." the thought visibly evaporates from his head, thin lips floundering for a word that isn't there. He gives up, dropping his head onto the pillow. "I dunno. A lot more than that."

Rhett Abbott may have just been replaced with a giggling ball of putty because that's all he is now. Incapable of doing anything but lay against you and laugh every time he remembers what just happened.

You would think that wearing him out like this would have him hesitant to jump to the concepts of a second time, but he's babbling about it before you've even gotten him up and into a bath. Something about wanting to try it with restraints and that new stroking sleeve that you bought six months ago and have yet to take out of its packaging.

You're gonna have to buy more lube.

[lilahlovesjjk]

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Chapter 4

synopsis: You and Satoru Gojo used to be inseparable—the kind of childhood best friends that promised to get married, rule the world, and never leave each other’s side.

Then life happened.

Now, years later, you’re both enrolled in the same elite psychology graduate program—only this time, you’re rivals. Gojo’s loud, flirty, obnoxiously charming, and infuriatingly good at everything. You're focused, sharp, constantly proving yourself—and desperate not to let the past (or him) throw you off course.

warnings: angst, slowburn (kinda), swearing, eventual nsfw, (i'll add to the list if I think of any more as the story progresses)

You walk across campus with your headphones on, but nothing’s really playing.

The music ended three songs ago, but you never bothered to queue up more. It’s not about the sound anyway—it’s about the illusion. You’ve found that wearing headphones tends to ward off the small talk, the awkward hey, how was your weekend type of questions. The kind that force you to lie, or worse, laugh and admit that you may or may not have embarrassed yourself in front of Satoru Gojo after one too many lychee martinis.

God.

You pull your coat tighter around your middle and duck your head as a gust of wind bites at your face. The psychology building is still a few blocks away, but you’re taking the long way. It’s been two days since that night, and your skin still prickles when you think about it. Not because of what happened—okay, maybe a little because you got halfway out of your pants in front of a man who thinks boundaries are a suggestion—but mostly because of how nice he was about it.

Too nice.

That’s what unsettles you. The teasing you could have handled. The fact that he stayed, helped you into bed, and even made sure your lights were off before he left? That’s the part you can’t seem to file away neatly.

Your phone buzzes in your coat pocket, and for one stupid second, you think it’s going to be a calendar reminder about a class.

It isn’t.

Satoru Gojo: Don’t forget. 8pm. Study date. No stripping this time pls.

You come to a full stop on the sidewalk, glaring down at the message like it just insulted your GPA directly. Your thumb hovers over the keyboard. You think of typing it wasn’t a strip show, or it wasn’t even intentional, or better yet stop texting me, you plague in sunglasses.

Instead, you lock your phone and start walking again.

The library feels like a looming threat now. You’d been trying to stay ahead, studying between lectures and holing up in empty corners of the student union, but the truth is: you’re going to have to face him. You’re partners. Whether or not he thinks this is all some running joke, you need this grade. You need to keep your scholarship. You need to not think about how his voice got all soft when he said Goodnight trouble.

Ugh. You make a frustrated noise in your throat and veer left, deciding on the psychology building’s coffee kiosk before your next class. You need something sweet. Or at least bitter enough to match your mood.

The line isn’t long, but your eyes are focused on the menu, your thoughts still spinning, when you hear your name behind you.

You turn, blinking, and find Geto Suguru smiling at you, hands in the pockets of his coat.

He looks the way he always does—laidback, like nothing in the world could truly bother him. His hair is pulled back into a low bun, and the dark scarf around his neck makes him look less like a grad student and more like someone straight out of a black-and-white indie film.

“Hey,” you say, a little startled. “Didn’t see you.”

“I figured.” His smile tilts. “You looked like you were having a full-on internal monologue.”

“I’m fine,” you lie immediately.

Geto makes a humming noise like he doesn’t quite believe you, but he doesn’t push it.

He steps up beside you in line. “So. I hear you and Gojo are project partners.”

Your stomach sinks. “News travels fast.”

“Well, I live with him,” he says, amused. “Hard not to know things.”

You glance at him warily. “What’s he saying?”

Geto shrugs. “Nothing specific. Just that it’s ‘gonna be fun’ and that you have a ‘weirdly sexy academic rage.’” He makes finger quotes with a dry smile. “His words, not mine.”

You groan audibly and cover your face with one hand. “I hate it here.”

“You don’t,” Geto says, grinning now. “You just hate him.”

“I do not hate him.”

“You don’t not hate him.”

You lower your hand, scowling. “Why are you even talking to me? Shouldn’t you be enabling his ego somewhere?”

Geto chuckles and holds up his hands like he’s surrendering. “I’m Switzerland, I swear. Just figured I’d warn you—he’s been weirdly giddy about tonight.”

Your cheeks warm.

“I’m going because I have to,” you say stiffly. “Not because I want to.”

“Sure,” he says, clearly not convinced.

The line inches forward. You stare up at the drink list like it’s personally offended you.

“I just…” you exhale slowly. “I made a fool of myself, okay? That night was stupid. And I don’t want him thinking I’m some kind of—”

“Lightweight?” Geto offers.

You frown.

“Cute mess?” he adds.

“I was going to say disaster,” you mutter.

“Same thing.” He winks.

You shake your head, but despite everything, a tiny laugh slips out.

“Just—don’t tell him I said anything,” you say, suddenly a little shy. “Please.”

“Cross my heart,” he promises.

The barista calls out your name for your drink, and you grab it with a grateful nod before turning to go.

As you walk away, you hear Geto call after you, voice still warm with teasing amusement.

"Have a good time tonight!"

You flip him off without turning around—but your smile is impossible to hide.

The study room you snagged is tucked into the far corner of the psychology library’s second floor, just far enough from the main circulation desk to feel like neutral territory. Not his turf, not yours. Just… quiet. For once.

You settle at the long table near the window, spreading your things out with practiced precision. Notebook, color-coded tabs, two highlighters, three pens, a folder full of printouts on Bowlby’s attachment theory, and a Ziploc bag of dried mangoes. Your emotional support snack.

You’re not here to screw around. You’re here to work.

And to prove, mostly to yourself, that you can survive this study session without giving Gojo Satoru the satisfaction of seeing you flustered again.

You glance at the clock. 8:03 p.m.

Figures. Late, as always.

You open your laptop, clicking through your saved articles. You’re so wrapped up in organizing citations that you don’t hear him until—

“Hey, angel.”

You flinch at the sound of his voice, then force yourself to breathe normally. You look up.

Gojo stands in the doorway, grinning like he owns the place. He’s in a gray hoodie and joggers, hair a little tousled like he’s either just rolled out of bed or purposely styled it to look that way. He holds up a bag from the campus vending machines.

“Got the essentials.” He tosses it on the table with a smug look. “Sugar for your mood swings.”

You blink at the bag. It’s stuffed with sour candy, mini chocolate bars, and a single Red Bull.

You raise an unimpressed brow. “I don’t have mood swings.”

“Tell that to the girl who tried to take her shirt off in front of me."

You groan and bury your face in your hands. “We’re not talking about that.”

“But it was such a formative moment in our relationship.”

“You’re insufferable.”

He kicks a chair out and drops into it like he’s known you his whole life—which, technically, he has—and leans back with a dramatic sigh.

“So,” he says, unzipping your snack bag and stealing a dried mango slice, “what brilliant insight are we bringing to the world of attachment theory?”

You snatch the bag away. “First of all, boundaries. Second, I was thinking we could start with Bowlby’s foundational concepts—secure, avoidant, anxious, disorganized—and then tie it into how early caregiving influences adult relationships.”

Gojo nods, surprisingly focused as he opens your printed articles and skims one.

You side-eye him. “You actually read the syllabus?”

“Skimmed it. You’re the overachiever, remember?”

You open your laptop again and start a Google Doc. “Fine. Then let’s start with secure attachment.”

You work in silence for a while, filling out sections of your outline. He’s better at this than you expect—thoughtful, sharp, annoying only in his commentary, not his comprehension.

“Okay,” you say, typing, “next is avoidant attachment.”

Gojo hums thoughtfully. “You mean you?”

You pause. “Excuse me?”

He leans his cheek on his fist, eyes gleaming with mischief. “You’re clearly avoidant. Emotionally distant. Hyper-independent. The way you refuse to ask for help? Classic case.”

You stare at him. “Are you psychoanalyzing me right now?”

“Not psychoanalyzing. Just observing.”

“Observing incorrectly.”

“You’re literally defending your right to be emotionally constipated.”

You scoff, then smirk. “Says the guy who deflects every real feeling with a joke. What does that say about your attachment style?”

Gojo’s smile falters for half a second. Just a blink. Then it’s back, more crooked than before.

“Oh,” he says breezily, “definitely avoidant too. Probably why we argue so much. We’re just trying to out-avoidant each other.”

You snort. “Please. I don’t avoid you. I tolerate you.”

He leans back in his chair, stretching long legs out under the table—close enough that his sneaker brushes yours.

“Tolerate me? You made a whole scene in your kitchen to keep me entertained.”

“That was not for you,” you grumble, cheeks heating. “That was… accidental.”

He hums. “You’re blushing. That means it was for me.”

“Gojo.”

“Yes?”

“I will break your fingers.”

He laughs, full and delighted. “God, I missed this.”

You blink. “Missed what?”

He shrugs, tapping a pen against his knee. “This. You. Bickering. It’s nostalgic.”

"You've been saying that a lot recently." You mumble

Something twists in your chest, uninvited. The air feels too warm.

You glance down at your notes. “We should finish the outline.”

He’s quiet for a moment. Then he says, softer, “You ever think about that stuff? Childhood, I mean.”

You look up.

His gaze is on the window now, unfocused. The light from the library casts sharp shadows across his face, makes his lashes look impossibly long. He’s still smiling—but not with his eyes.

“I guess working on this kind of project…” He shrugs. “Hits close to home sometimes.”

You’re silent for a beat. “Yeah,” you say. “Me too.”

He glances at you, like he wasn’t expecting that.

You offer a small smile. “Attachment theory feels less like theory and more like… reading my autobiography.”

Gojo laughs, but it’s gentler this time. “Yeah I knew your parents, always the type to say you're fine when you cried”

You nod, slow. “And I knew yours, barely there which is why you spent all your time at my house.."

It’s out before you can stop it. You see it—the way his posture shifts a hair, how his hand tightens around the pen.

And just like that, he’s grinning again. “Which explains why I turned out like this. Charming, damaged, and absolutely irresistible.”

You raise a brow. “Resistible enough.”

“Lies.”

The room feels heavier, but not in a bad way. More like… real.

You glance down at the Google Doc, heart drumming a little faster.

“You’re not so bad at this, you know,” you say. “The project.”

He mock gasps. “Is that praise I hear? You sure you’re not running a fever?”

“I’m serious.”

“Fine,” he says, eyes warm, “if you admit I’m a decent partner, I’ll bring you boba next time.”

Your stomach flips. “What’s the catch?”

He smirks. “You have to say I’m brilliant. Out loud. In a sincere tone. With no sarcasm.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re pushing it.”

“Still waiting.”

You sigh dramatically. “Satoru Gojo is a brilliant academic partner with absolutely no redeeming personality traits.”

“Close enough,” he grins.

You both go back to your laptops, your knees bumping now and again under the table. You pretend not to notice. He definitely notices.

You’re both quiet again, the hum of the old overhead light filling the room as you scroll through another article. Gojo’s tapping at his laptop, legs still kicked out like he owns the place. Every so often, his knee brushes yours again—casually, like he doesn’t notice.

You notice.

You don’t say anything.

After a while, you tilt your screen toward him. “This one’s good. Talks about how early caregiver responsiveness affects long-term relational patterns.”

He whistles low. “You’ve got like fifteen sources already. We’re gonna traumatize Dr. Yuki with how smart we are.”

“Or make her question how two people who act like this in public ended up with the most comprehensive presentation in the class.”

Gojo grins. “I think our dynamic is part of the charm.”

You hum, clicking open your notes. “Right. The ‘academic rivals with unresolved tension’ thing?”

“Exactly.” He grabs another piece of candy from the bag he brought—sour strips this time—and throws one at your notebook. “We’re basically the psychology department’s favorite sitcom.”

You swat it off, but there’s a ghost of a smile playing on your lips now.

You go quiet again, but your thoughts don’t. They’re flicking through the past, that endless reel of childhood memories that’s been crawling back in ever since you saw him in class on day one. Something about tonight—being in a quiet room with him again, just the two of you, trading jabs while working side-by-side—makes it feel too familiar.

Too much like before.

Before the distance. Before the rivalry. Before everything.

You both dive back in—him typing while you skim through more research. Despite the constant commentary, Gojo’s actually a really solid partner. He understands the theory better than most, and when he’s not being a complete menace, he actually listens. Cares, even.

It’s confusing.

Especially after the way he looked at you when you mentioned the promise. After the way he brushed it off. And yet… didn’t.

You glance at him now, watching the way his expression shifts as he reads—focused, mouth pursed slightly, eyes flicking side to side. That same face you knew when you were seven, when you thought he’d never leave your side.

Maybe he didn’t. Not really.

“I’m putting you in charge of the presentation slides,” you say, just to distract yourself from the spiraling.

He blinks. “Why me?”

“Because you’re dramatic.”

He beams. “That’s fair.”

“Make them clean. No sparkle transitions or sound effects.”

“No promises.”

You sigh, but you’re smiling again. It’s stupid, really. How easy it is to fall back into rhythm with him. Like time doesn’t matter. Like the silence that lasted years didn’t leave any bruises behind.

You shake the thought off. You’re not falling for this. Not again.

But when he leans over and steals one of your highlighters with a wink, you don’t stop him

You’re halfway through highlighting a passage on internal working models when your phone buzzes on the table.

At first, you ignore it, too absorbed in trying to summarize Bowlby’s entire theory without ripping your own hair out. But when it lights up again, your focus drifts. You pick it up lazily, expecting another dumb meme from Shoko or a passive-aggressive Canvas notification reminding you an assignment is due.

Instead, it’s a tweet. Trending: “Comet ZTF visible from campus green tonight!”

You blink at it. Then blink again.

Your breath catches in your throat, a feeling like nostalgia and adrenaline washing over you in one confusing wave. That comet. You remember reading about it. A once-in-a-decade kind of thing. The sky’s supposed to be clear tonight, too.

“Holy shit,” you whisper, grabbing your phone as you shoot up from your seat.

Gojo’s mid-chew on a gummy worm, blinking at you like he’s watching an animal escape the zoo. “Uh, did I miss something, or are you planning to flee the country?”

You’re already jamming notebooks into your tote bag, half your notes askew and one pen falling to the floor. “There’s a comet. Once-in-a-decade. Campus green. Visible now. Come on, last one there is a rotten egg!”

You don’t wait for a response. You barrel out of the library’s quiet study room with the energy of someone escaping a hostage situation, nearly tripping over your own feet. Behind you, you hear a startled curse and the shuffle of Gojo’s chair scraping back.

Then his laughter.

You’re already halfway down the stairs.

The courtyard is dimly lit, quiet, with only a few students scattered here and there—most too caught up in their phones or group conversations to look up.

But you do. You breathe out, your fingers still clutching the strap of your bag like a lifeline, as you stare at the sky.

There it is. A glimmering arc of light, streaking slow and silent across the stars. Bright, impossibly clear. Like something from a dream.

You don't even realize you’ve stopped in the middle of the grass until Gojo barrels into your side a few seconds later.

“You ran like a track star with unresolved emotional baggage,” he says, slightly breathless. “Didn’t know your legs could move that fast.”

You laugh, breathless too, and swat at him. “Shut up.”

He throws himself backward into the grass dramatically, like he's collapsing after a long battle. “I’m suing if I got a shin splint.”

You roll your eyes but sit down next to him, your body still buzzing from the adrenaline. The grass is cool beneath you, damp from the late evening dew. Your arm brushes his as you lean back on your hands.

For a while, neither of you say anything. The silence isn’t awkward—it’s expansive, full of unspoken things, like the sky above you.

The comet continues to glide, steady and slow, across the black velvet of the night. You can feel the warmth of Gojo’s body next to yours, the faint scent of his cologne clinging to the breeze.

He shifts beside you, laying flat on his back, arms folded behind his head.

“So,” he says eventually, voice quieter now, “is this a meteor emergency or are you just deeply passionate about astronomy?”

You glance at him, then back to the sky. “It reminded me of something.”

“Mm.” He sounds curious but not pushy. “Like?”

You pull your knees up, wrapping your arms around them, your voice softer. “Do you remember that summer we spent in Gifu, when we were kids?”

He’s silent for a second too long.

You don’t look at him. “There was that field behind my grandma’s house, full of wildflowers. We used to lie there at night and try to find constellations. We used to go and talk about never growing up, and one time there was a comet.”

He laughs softly, a little breathy. “Sounds like us.”

“I made you pinky promise." you murmur. "You promised that when we grew up you were gonna marry me. I spent days after that wearing a white dress just waiting for you to ask me. I planned our future honeymoon." you laugh

"I remember that. The day you double cheated in our game and chucked a water balloon at me." He says with an expression that screams I just remembered this for the first time in 5 years

He chuckles, and you finally turn to look at him. His eyes are on the sky, but there's something softer in his expression. Something not often there.

“I didn’t think you’d remember that,” you say.

Gojo shrugs, but you catch the way his fingers curl slightly into the grass. “Of course I do.”

You watch him for a second longer, your voice quieter now. "When you stopped talking to me, Satoru, I felt like I lost a part of myself that I could never get back."

He obviously doesn’t know what to say to that. So he just sits with it. The comet above you, bright and distant. Your voice, low and sincere. The weight of all the things never said pressing gently between you two.

“You were my best friend,” you whisper.

He turns his head toward you, his expression unreadable in the dim light. “You still are, y’know.”

You bite your lip, eyes stinging a little. Damn it. This is not the moment to cry in front of Satoru Gojo.

Before you can say anything else, he nudges your leg with his knee. “So, do I still get to go on that honeymoon or-?”

You snort, wiping your cheek quickly. “You’re the worst.”

“That's not a no,” he grins, and it’s so classically Gojo—bright, stupid, charming—that your chest aches.

You lie back beside him, shoulder to shoulder in the grass.

The walk back to your apartment is quieter than you expected.

Not awkward. Just… charged.

The air between you and Gojo crackles with everything unsaid, everything unprocessed—like the aftershock of a conversation that should’ve happened years ago but somehow got lost in the haze of time and hurt.

You tug your jacket tighter around you. The sky above is still painted in that soft midnight blue, the comet now just a ghostly trail disappearing beyond the rooftops. You both walked in silence for the first few blocks, the occasional scrape of your shoes on pavement filling in the gaps.

Now, with your building in sight, you dare a glance up at him.

He looks more serious than you’re used to. That usual lopsided grin is absent, replaced with something quieter. Reflective. He walks with his hands tucked in his coat pockets, long legs keeping an easy pace beside you. You wonder if he’s thinking the same thing you are: that this—whatever this is—has been a long time coming.

“You’ve changed,” you say suddenly, softly.

Gojo blinks, glancing at you. “That a compliment or a diagnosis?”

You snort despite yourself, eyes dropping to the pavement. “A little of both.”

For a few seconds, he says nothing. Then, in a voice less teasing, more real: “You’ve changed too.”

You stop at the front steps of your apartment. The light from the streetlamp casts a warm glow over your stoop, the night air still laced with the scent of early spring—damp grass, city concrete, faint blossoms blooming nearby.

You reach for your keys, fingers fumbling slightly as you search for the right one.

Gojo’s hand brushes yours.

Just barely. Just enough to still them.

You freeze, breath caught in your chest. His palm covers yours gently—not pulling, not holding you back. Just… grounding.

Your eyes flick up to meet his, and your pulse kicks hard. He’s looking at you with an expression that makes the earth tilt a little. Something careful. Intense. Honest in a way Gojo rarely lets himself be.

“You didn’t have to walk me all the way home,” you say quietly.

His lips curve—just slightly. Not that smug, show-off smirk he always wears in class. This one’s softer. Earnest.

“I wanted to.”

He brushes a piece of hair from your face.

You want to just fall into him like a memory.

Instead, your hand falls from the key, and you lean forward, heart pounding in your chest as you press your forehead gently against his chest.

His coat is warm from the walk. You can smell his cologne—something faint and clean, like cedarwood and cold air. His arms come around you, slow but certain, and you feel it when he exhales. Like he’s been holding his breath all night.

He doesn’t speak for a while. Just holds you there. Your cheek against him, your hands caught lightly between your bodies. You close your eyes. Let the moment settle.

And then, softly, you hear him speak.

“I’m sorry.”

You blink. “For what?”

His hand smooths along your spine. “For not talking to you. For disappearing back then. I should’ve said something. I just…” He trails off, like he doesn’t quite know how to end the sentence. “I didn’t know how to stay and still be the same with you.”

You pull back just enough to look at him. There’s something heavy behind his eyes, something old and worn and complicated. And you realize—for all the times you imagined yelling at him or demanding answers—you don’t want an explanation that hurts more than the silence did.

You nod. “Yeah. Me neither.”

He exhales a laugh. It’s small, a little self-deprecating. “So we’re both emotionally stunted. Shocker.”

You swat him lightly in the chest. “Says the guy who psychoanalyzes me like it’s his part-time job.”

His grin is back now, brighter this time. “What can I say? I’m dedicated to my craft.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. The weight between you has shifted—less suffocating now. Still there, but breathable.

“I should go inside,” you murmur.

“Yeah.” He hesitates. “You should get some sleep. You’ve got that emotional avoidance to work on.”

You snort, unlocking your door as you glance back over your shoulder. “And you’ve got a deflection problem.”

“Pot, meet kettle.”

You step inside but linger in the doorway. “Thanks for walking me home.”

“Anytime.”

He starts to turn away, but you catch him one last time. “Hey, Gojo?”

He looks over his shoulder. The wind ruffles his hair. He looks impossibly tall, backlit by the city lights.

“I never forgot,” you say. “About the promise.”

For a second, his smile falters. He opens his mouth like he’s going to say something, but then he just nods—gentle, subdued.

And maybe that’s all you need.

You close the door, slowly, and lean your back against it once it clicks shut.

Outside, you hear his footsteps pause on the sidewalk, like he’s waiting to make sure the door actually closes before he leaves.

He always used to do that. Even when you were kids.

When the silence settles again, you breathe out, heart full of something you can’t quite name.

Not yet.

taglist:

@linaaeatsfamilies @eolivy @whiter4bbitcorner

@oricaked @mullermilkshake @j3llyc4kes

[marvelavengerspovs1]

Winter Wolf Ch. 4

Winter Wolf Masterlist

Warnings: mentions of Y/N, mentions of violence

Length: 1450

A/N: Hello! In celebration of my 1 year on Tumblr, I decided to post 2 chapters of Winter Wolf, the series that I first started to write on TikTok.

I do not give consent for my work to be translated, copied, or sold!

Tony made both you and Bucky go to one of the meeting rooms. The team would be back any second and Tony didn't want Steve to yell at him for yelling at his best friend.

You and Bucky sit on the couch that is against one of the walls. Tony sits in front of the both of you, making it seem like you guys were in therapy.

No one was talking, too embarrassed and awkward to say anything.

Tony is the first to finally say something. "So how long has this been going on?'

It was silent for a few seconds.

"A couple of weeks." Bucky answers.

"And you didn't think to tell the team?" Tony asks.

"We wanted to make sure that what we had was real. We didn't know if it was a one-time thing or if it was actually something." You answer.

You look at Bucky and he looks at you. You know that you both were thinking about your first night together.

Three and a half months ago

You and Bucky were sent on a mission together. You both were going to gather intel and take down the Hydra base.

You and Bucky are walking down the sidewalk, quietly talking about the mission.

"It's just going to be a quick mission. In and out and then hiding in the safe house for a week." Bucky explains.

"I know, I read the mission file." You tell him.

"Don't forget that we only have one shot at this."

"I know James. This isn't my first rodeo." You look up at him.

He looks at you. "I prefer Bucky."

You nod your head silently and you both continue to walk.

You feel like someone is watching you so you look over your shoulder and turn back around.

"You look suspicious. Calm down."

"I'm trying to make sure that we're not being followed."

"Of course we are. Hydra has ears everywhere. We just have to make them think we're here for something else."

You relax a bit but you still look tense.

Bucky sighs and wraps his left arm over your shoulders. You look up at him with a confused face.

"Don't worry, I'm not hitting on you. We're just putting up a front until we get to our base." You nod your head.

Bucky leads you into an alleyway and removes his arm. He looks over his shoulder before pushing you behind a dumpster. He crouches next to you and reaches into his back pocket.

You look at him with furrowed eyebrows. "What the hell Barnes?"

He puts his finger on his lips and quietly shushes you.

You quickly get up from your butt and go to a squat. You peek out and see two men walking down the alleyway in suits. There was no way that they were just passing by. They were Hydra.

You look at Bucky with wide eyes. You already had a plan forming in your head.

"I'll get the guy closest to us, you'll get the other guy." He tells you. You nod your head in understanding and prepare yourself.

"And do not use your gun. We don't need to draw more attention to ourselves."

You hear the footsteps get louder as they come towards you.

Bucky is the first to get up. He stands up and quickly punches the first guy. You take that as your queue to attack the other guy.

You launch yourself up and get on top of his shoulders. You tighten your legs and he starts to choke. He flips you over so you are on your back. He punches you across the face, his ring cutting your cheek. You punch his face and kick him in the groin. He falls over and you get up. You kick the side of his head and he knocks out.

You look at Bucky and he looks at you. It doesn't even look like he was fighting. His clothes are slightly messed up, but he doesn't even have a scratch on him.

You, on the other hand, look like you've been through it. You had some blood on your cheek and your hair was falling out of its ponytail. It wasn't even that difficult of a task and you were breaking a sweat.

"Let's go," Bucky says, walking towards you.

You walk away and shake your head. This was going to be a long mission.

A day later you and Bucky find yourselves in a Hydra building outside of the city. You guys just had to get to the main computer and download all of the files from there. Bucky would mostly worry about getting the Hydra agents and you would gather the files.

The mission went by in a breeze. You both executed your parts skillfully and without any bumps in the road. Bucky kept watch as you downloaded the files.

On the ride to the safe house, it was silent. Bucky was just staring.

"What?"

"Nothing," Bucky shakes his head and looks away from you.

"It's not nothing. You've been staring for 3 minutes."

"You were counting how long I was staring?" Bucky looks at you.

"So you admit you were staring."

"No." Bucky looks down.

"Just tell me."

"I guess," Bucky sighs and looks up at you. "I just want to say thank you for not freaking out about working with the Winter Soldier."

You hold his gaze. "You're not him Bucky."

He gives you a small smile and you return it.

You weren't there when the whole civil war thing happened but from what you could tell, Bucky was not a bad guy. He was forced to be a monster.

You and Bucky sit in silence for the rest of the ride. For the first time, the Quinjet was silent.

You guys finally reach the safe house. It's similar to the house Clint owns. In the middle of nowhere, perfect for hiding.

You pick up your bag and walk to the front door. You see Bucky walking slowly to the front door.

"Can you hurry please?" You ask.

"Why?"

"I have to use the bathroom." You tell him as you bounce in place.

He nods and grabs the keys from his bag. He opens the door and gestures for you to go first. You quickly thank him and run up the stairs.

You get to your room and open the door. Bucky closes the front door and follows you up the stairs.

"Goodnight Y/N," You hear Bucky say.

"Goodnight Bucky," You close the door and run to the bathroom.

A couple of hours later you're laying in bed reading a book. You get up to get a glass of water when there's a knock on the door. You open the door.

"Bucky?"

He looks up at you for a second before kissing you. It wasn't like any other kiss you've had before.

He was gentle but you could still feel the intensity of it. Bucky gently holds both sides of your face. The coldness of his vibranium arm makes you jump.

Bucky quickly pulls away thinking you didn't want to kiss him. "I'm sorry. You probably have a boyfriend."

He starts to turn but you grab his shirt and pull him in for another kiss.

Present-day

Tony just stares at both of you. It's silent for a few minutes.

"The rest of the team has arrived," Friday announces.

"Thanks, Friday. Don't let them know we're in here," Tony runs a hand over his face.

"Yes sir."

Tony leans back in his chair. "You guys could have compromised a mission!"

"Let us explain-" Tony cuts you off.

"No. What you guys are doing could've compromised EVERYTHING! We need to know this type of stuff because something can happen to either of you and you would throw everything away for each other!" Tony's voice starts to raise.

You know he's right. You know that if you were seriously hurt Bucky would only be concerned about you and not the mission. It would be the same if Bucky was hurt.

"Tony, I'm not asking you to accept us. We don't need your approval. But I don't think you understand-" You try once again to explain but Tony cuts you off. 

"You could've compromised a mission. End of discussion. You both are off missions for a week."

You open your mouth to say something but an explosion goes off.

You are separated from Tony and Bucky. Your head hits the wall and you knock out.

"Y/N!" Bucky yells your name.

Bucky and Tony look at each other but compose themselves. Tony calls his suit to him and looks at Bucky.

"Suit up and tell the rest of the team."

Tagged Readers: @ordelixx @bellabarnes1378 @sukaibg @angel-xx-1 @spookydestinydonut @harperkenobi @mcira @yeehawbrothers @waywardhunter95 @blackbirdwitch22

[sunjaesol]

19-year-old sunjae gets hit on by a girl at an amusement park | soljae established relationship

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Watching Sol run to the ferris wheel to secure a spot in the queue, Sunjae finds another silly grin rolling up his face. It's hard not to around his girlfriend. Just the thought her makes him all giddy.

Turning on his heel, he walks to the churro stand to get them their snack. Sunjae likes them with a chocolate drizzle, while Sol prefers the classic type with white sugar. A part of him - the part that In-hyuk finds embarrassing - wants to feed her, but he doesn't know how to casually start doing that.

Sunjae is nineteen. There's a lot he doesn't know.

The line isn't too bad, so he's sure he'll make it to Sol just in time for their ride on the ferris wheel. He makes it a game how many seconds he can go without glancing over at the queue. It's useless anyway - she's so small that he can't see her.

After a minute or so, he's finally able to put in their order. Waiting a bit on the side of the churro track, he checks his watch again. He doesn't want to leave Sol alone for too long…

A hand taps his back.

Perching upright, he turns around with a bright smile. Sol! Did she step out of line because she missed him more than he did? (That's impossible, he thinks.)

But then he looks down and the smile drops in an instant. It's not Sol. It's some other girl.

The girl smiles, unaware of Sunjae's disappointment. "Hi. I'm sorry if this is weird, but you're really attractive. Can I get your number?" Glancing at her left hand, he sees an empty contact screen on her phone.

Sunjae is speechless. Him? Why does she want his number? She doesn't even know him. That's sort of dangerous on her end, right?

Sunjae blinks. "Um- uh- wha-"

Tilting her head, her smile widens. "Did I make you shy?"

That snaps him out of it. "No!" he shouts, far too loud. "No! And no, I have a girlfriend! I-" Without another word, he runs off to the ferris wheel, promptly forgetting about the churros he already paid for.

Weaving through the masses, he finds Sol again who's almost at the front of the line. She's not getting bothered by anyone… unlike him just now.

"Sol-ah," he calls out, dramatic.

She looks up in surprise and then looks down at his hands. "Where's the-"

"Sol-ah!" He leans down to be at her height. "I was approached."

"Approached?"

"By a girl!"

Sol blinks. Not even his often-jealous girlfriend is fazed. "But Sunjae-ah, where are the churros? Did the girl steal them?"

"What?" And then it clicks for him. Sunjae looks at his hands and, belatedly, understands that he did indeed leave the churro stand in fear of the girl without grabbing their food. Shit.

Sol sighs fondly, hooking her arm with his. "Oh, Sunjae-ah, you're such a scaredy-cat sometimes."

"I'm not!" he yells.

She giggled. "Sure you're not. Let's get churros together next time. I'll protect you!"

[khaoala]

tag game ✨

@mbjw saved me from saturday boredom and tagged me in this, so thank you jubs, i enjoyed these a lot.

1. why did you choose your url?

i love khaotung. khaotung was obsessed with the capybara song last year before i even knew who he was. capybaras happen to be a very common animal in the region i live. i was very happy they were getting the recognition they deserved. put them together, we have lovely khao + capybaras = khaopybara (i'm also super sure i've seen people here and on tw use this and i just stole it. i'm not creative especially when it comes to usernames).

2. any sideblogs? if you have them name them and why you have them.

i have two other sideblogs. @tuseryoo for all of the gifs i make so i can have all of them in one blog just because, so i feel like i'm not losing track of the things i create (even though i haven't updated that one in a while), and @captain-xandis that some moots might have noticed in their notifications bc i recently created that one to post gifs about critical role, but i always forget to check which blog appears on top of the thingy, so i'm constantly deleting and reblogging things in the right blog these days.

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

as of july 3rd, i've been here for 11 years now, so since 2013? which tracks with my super strong k-pop phase tbh.

4. do you have a queue tag?

nah, i have a queue going for gifs that are requests or for episodes that already aired, but usually i just post things whenever.

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

ha, i was into super junior. and i was experimenting with fandom for the first time at the time. that's it. i felt like tumblr was a lot more creative and pretty than twitter or facebook, so i stayed.

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

i am a mook defender and apologist. i also think aya is super cute and super pretty. i change icons so often though, i blame all the pretty women in qls these days for making me change it all the time.

7. why did you choose your header?

i am breathing and living for the heart killers and kantbison and unfortunately i'm dying from lack of content. the tattoo table kiss is going to change lives i think, so until we don't get the official version, i'll have this masterpiece displayed there somehow.

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

as of now, it's a 23.5 official trailer gifset of sun being jealous of ongsa with amazing 939 notes, but the gifset of lada protecting earn from hitting her head on the table is quickly catching up with 877.

9. how many mutuals do you have?

17 mutuals? i think that's right.

10. how many followers do you have?

843 if you count the main blog + side-blogs.

11. how many people do you follow?

... 27 blogs.

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

i mean, sure? i do get embarrassed by my own shitposts sometimes and i delete them tho.

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

all the time. it's my favorite social media for sure. i get to see pretty things and my dash is much better curated than other apps. it's great.

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

i don't think i ever fought online. i block people with remarkable expedience tbh if i don't like their vibe or their tone or the shit they post, and i also make use of the filtered tags, so you know, no reason to fight.

15. how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts

these exist? good for them. you shouldn't tell people what to do.

16. do you like tag games?

sure! i only started being part of them now, so sometimes i forget them, or i just don't see i was tagged, but i do enjoy them.

17. do you like ask games?

i don't think i've ever done an ask game but that's mainly bc i think people won't want to know and won't send any asks, and i'd rather spare my ego from that humiliation.

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

i think many of my mutuals are famous in our ql bubble which makes it a little crazy that some are my mutuals tbh. that's most of them actually.

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

i do have people that make me kick my feet when they interact with my posts like, twirling my hair, silly smile, giggling because they've noticed me. but actually crushing, imagining our lives in the countryside, with a kitchen facing the meadow in a fine spring morning, with two dogs and three cats, no.

20. tags?

i'm tagging @namtanfilm, @aylinaliens, @sollucets and @sherrymagic, @ayansukkhaphisit and whoever feels like doing it, and to those i've tagged, just ignore this if you want, too, no pressure.

[refleter]

stefrick ship meme 🤭

who’s more dominant: kind of a stupid question, low key. high key … all the keys. it's stefan, obviously. for obvious reasons.

who’s the cuddler: tell me why it's stefan again. we've had this conversation before. but in case anybody's lurking … maverick hates stefan and refuses to cuddle and so forth. actually he's just restless and fidgety, which he should stop, because stefan's trying to spoon him?

who’s the big spoon/little spoon: speaking of! most of the time, stefan's the big spoon. he's the protector here … according to a certain someone, anyway. but sometimes it's nice being held, too.

what’s their favorite non-sexual activity: hanging out :) watching tv on the couch, bantering at the bar, playing the one video game this man owns.

who uses all the hot water: maverick. because he's dirty, and he needs it.

most trivial thing they fight over: probably stefan's inability to answer a text. or use his words in general. which is only trivial to me because i do that :)

who does most of the cleaning: definitely stefan. he's a neat freak! and his boyfriend is like a live-in raccoon. he tries.

what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue: i'll be giving this to maverick because stefan probably watches monty python on repeat and not much else. kind of autistic of him, actually. he'll watch anything maverick wants him to, though.

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: stefan. maverick's too non-confrontational, he'd call sawyer to come fix it while stefan's at work.  

who leaves their stuff around: maverick :/

who remembers to buy the milk: stefan. i cannot imagine maverick being responsible enough to grocery shop. he'd get all the sugary things and forget the toilet paper.

who remembers anniversaries: is it a cop out to say both? stefan remembers like, everything. only he wouldn't make a big deal out of it … unlike a certain someone … 

who cooks normally: stefan, he likes his kitchen not on fire.

how often do they fight: almost never. somehow. it's weird and i don't like it.

what do they do when they’re away from each other: text :/ jerk off :/

nicknames for each other: fucking baby boy …

who is more likely to pay for dinner: stefan would and could. if maverick tries he's not allowed.

who steals the covers at night: maverick -,-

what would they get each other for gifts: honestly just weird sentimental type stuff the other mentioned once three years ago or something, like … i don't know. they pay attention and it's sooooo gay.

who kissed who first: stefan :$

who made the first move: technically maverick when he told stefan he wanted him sooooo bad back in 2016. and he got rejected! and death threatened! how the night changes.

who remembers things: both.

who started the relationship: it's not a relationship!!!!! except it kinda is, and maverick's going to have to drag it out of him and it's gonna be so embarrassing for them both.

who cusses more: stefan.

what would they do if the other one was hurt: well, stefan would kill someone possibly. other than that just be stupid and soft and here's a bandaid, aw.

who is the dirty talker: stefan, and we gag.

a head canon: maverick's gonna insist the apartment lacks life, because it does, so he's gonna force a dumb plant into it and stefan's gonna groan about it. but who's gonna be watering it? well, obviously not maverick … so …

[daebors]

cw: venting a little at the start

it's currently 11:32 and I'm feeling super anxious. I'm writing on here because doing something on tumblr usually helps to distract me when I'm nervous. I'm not nervous about anything in particular I don't think. I have generalised anxiety disorder (which truthfully isn't diagnosed, but there's not point of getting one, I know what it is and I can't be bothered to pay or something like that)

I need to read a book named how to stop worrying and start living. it's pretty old I think, but I was invertedly recommended it. I'm wondering if I should get the book or the audiotape. I mostly read in public—wouldn't reading a book like that in front of people be embarrassing?

well I guess that's what the book is about. I need to wash my hair but it's too late to do that now. I'll try to remember in the morning but I always forget these kind of things.

I'd usually say something like this to a hotline or something, but most of them open 24/7 are voice call only which me, being mute, cannot handle lmao. the webchat ones are usually only open until 12 and they always have the worst queues. one time I waited for two hours, but by the time I was at the front of the queue, I could only have a five minute section as it was too close to midnight.

I made an ao3 account though! I think I'll write stardew valley fanfiction. I've already written a bit of a choose your own adventure fanfic, but I'm not sure if I'll showcase it on here. it wouldn't be that difficult to find once it's published though haha.

I sent in my cringey kids' youtube channel to a youtuber I watch often. I hope he doesn't laugh at it or is at least nice about it if he sees and doesn't judge me too harshly. I'm pretty certain he reads my instagram dms to him... I suggested one video and he ended up making a video using that a week later and then back in august I suggested he watched this show for a video and he uploaded an hour long video watching that show only a week ago.

I hope I am making some sort of impact on his life, even if it's small. I started watching him in 2014 when we were both 16. I can't help but think what could have happened if I tried to contact him sooner when he had a smaller audience and was more prone to messaging back. I think we would have been friends, maybe, or maybe that's wistful thinking or whatever they say...

I used to write in my diary everyday. I haven't for ages now as I just kept forgetting and forgetting. I've decided to not be so hard on myself when I do forget and only do it when I really want to. when I'm away from my pc and unable to blog straight away, maybe I'll write it down in my diary to send out later? or maybe that's stupid and I should just write it on my phone so I can copy paste it.

I was watching an analysis of penny from sdv earlier. I didn't watch until the end as it got to her 10 heart scene and marriage stuff which I haven't played through before, but so far I found it super interesting. I love penny. I love all the bachelors and bachelorettes in their own special way, to be honest. I like to think that I see the best in people... or at least fictional characters.

I'm too tired to continue so here's the end of this looong text post. I might post again tomorrow, or next year, who knows.

thanks for reading :) if you want to see more of my life updates feel free to follow me

[jimin-day]

Stare at me

Summary: You frequent a coffee shop only to be met with his dark eyes every time.

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre/tags: Smut, fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, if you squint daddy!Jungkook, shy!reader, dirty talk,

a/n: hello! This is my first time writing a fanfic so please be kind! This kind of just fell out of me and developed into something I couldn't control, so.. enjoy! :)

You leaned back with a sigh and threw your notebook on the coffee table. Knowing you needed a well deserved break from studying you decide to head down to the local coffee shop for a caffeine boost.

You emit a big loud yawn and walk to your room down the hall. You decide to exchange your sweatpants with some jeans and put on a bra for the first time that weekend. You give a small huff in the mirror noticing you still look a bit ragged, but who cares? Your not trying to impress anyone and your definitely not trying to turn any heads.

After breaking up with your long term, long distance boyfriend you felt like your life was on hold. You thought you were going to marry this man, have his children in fact. But the sad truth was he had cheated on you and you couldnt let that stand, so you left. Feeling emotionally bruised and sore you had holed up in your on-campus apartment and tried to forget by studying and binging on chinese food for the last few weeks.

The only thing that brought you any joy nowadays was getting some coffee a few blocks down from where you lived. It may have seemed like a small excursion but it got you out of the house and let you take in a fresh breath of air, somehow restoring your will to stand on this planet.

But you would be lying if that was the only reason you visited that coffee shop. Every so often a black haired man at a small table next to the window would be working on his laptop, to say he was handsome was an understatement.

He was jarringly handsome and if you were lucky you would catch eyes with him, only to be completely embarrassed when he caught you staring. But that didnt stop you from looking for him every time you went to the shop only to be met with those dark doe eyes.

You walked down the side walk, a cool breeze hitting your face, making you feel refreshed now that you were being met with crisp air. You took a deep breath and tried to ignore the fact that you were still deeply hurting from your breakup. You silently thought to yourself that maybe it was you. Were you not good enough? Not pretty enough? You guess you could stand to lose a bit of weight. Maybe not good enough in bed? No, do not let yourself go there this was his problem. You were more than an ideal girlfriend and you refuse to blame yourself for his actions.

Almost like he had heard you thinking about him, your phone rings a familiar chime and you lift your phone to take a look.

[DONT ANSWER] 11:46pm

Hey please message me back, i miss you.

Nope, not a chance. Since the break up your ex has been trying to contact you but you wouldnt give him the light of day. There is no way you were going to let him convince you back into his arms and you wouldnt even give him the chance.

You put your phone in your pocket and looked up at your destination. You pull the door open to be greeted with warm air defrosting your body. You take a step inside and almost involuntarily look to your right where that brown haired man normally sat. You were thrilled to see him sitting there studiously staring at his laptop with his eyebrows stitched together, probably figuring out a tough question you assume? Today he was wearing all black, not like he wore anything else, a black oversized tee shirt, a black face mask pulled down to his chin and ripped black jeans. A leather jacket hung from one of the chairs which he had thrown over previously before your arrival. He sighed and leaned back taking a sip of his coffee before looking up.

As if knowing you were going be there at this exact time he met your eyes immediately. You felt embarrassed, obviously for staring so long, but you were a bit bolder today meeting his gaze a little longer than normal. Maybe seeing that text earlier gave you a bit more confidence in knowing you would be fine without your ex, even though you were torn inside.

His eyes didnt back down and he one upped you by cupping his hand underneath his chin and giving you a sexy smirk while tilting his head. This was as much confidence as you were going to show today, as you quickly turned your head and got in queue. Your cheeks burned and admittedly your pussy clenched with desire. You put your face in your hands and shook your head trying to regain your composure. Feeling so hot and blushed.

You didnt notice but the man was quietly giggling and taking you in as much as you were oogling him. Of course he noticed you looking at him everytime you walked through those doors. In fact, he may have noticed you before you had noticed him. When he caught you the first time staring, he was elated. Knowing that you felt attracted to him made this even more fun, and what topped it off was you were so shy. Every time he looked at you, you couldnt help but be incredibly embarrassed and cave in on yourself. He loved that, Jungkook fed off it, each time you walked through the door he pictured more than one things to do to you.

Even catching you in sweatpants drove jungkook crazy. Seeing them hangoff your hips teasing him and wearing a tight camisole made him ache in pleasure. What was it about you that made him dizzy?

Jungkook was an average student but excelled in about everything else. At uni he was very often sought after by women but he had no motivation to chase after anyone. He would have flings here and there but they meant nothing to him. Not even knowing it, jungkook became the white whale around the university. Women would try to reel him in but to no avail, leaving them high and dry. Getting him in bed meant you were of the elite class, earning you a high spot in womens books, often jealousy.

But jungkook was oblivious to this, and if he was being honest nothing was special about those women. Just right place, right time.

But to Jungkook, you felt special.

Jungkook thought about his plan of action that he had rehearsed in his head a few times. He always wanted to confront you but never felt confident enough. But today was the day. He woke up with a surge of motivation and admittedly went to the coffee shop early to make sure he didn't miss you, praying you would show up.

You were the next person to place your order when you feel a presence behind you. You paid it no mind and kept looking forward deciding if you should get a small breakfast sandwich to go with your coffee. As you tell the clerk that you'd like a hot coffee a voice speaks up behind you, "and I'll be paying for that"

You turn around as if your head was on a swivel and notice the beautiful man coming up around you and handing his card to the employee. "Oh and I'll have a breakfast sandwich too" you say while giving a meek smile to the man who was paying for you.

He gives a mischievous grin and you turn to face the clerk, blushing. Once he receives his receipt and is handed his card back, you step to the side and wait for your order to be finished. Not far behind, jungkook follows and stands beside you. "You know, I would've paid for you even if you ordered the whole menu" jungkook looks at you with kind eyes and a little grin.

You cant help but blush and stare at your feet. You quickly try and sike yourself up and finally look up at him "Well maybe next time I'll try and buy the whole store" Jungkook laughed brightly with a bunny smile while his dark hair falls into his eyes, you can't help but think how adorably handsome he was in that moment.

He looks at you a bit more seriously making your face burn in anticipation. "You think I haven't noticed you staring?" At that you turned red. You knew he saw you, most days you would catch his eyes but being so upfront about it had you in a tizzy. Jungkook takes the small slip of paper he just received and starts scribbling on it and places it into your hand.

You glance down at the paper and it's his name and phone number, you look up and blush at him. Jungkook leans closer to you almost brushing your ear. "If you would like you can stare at me outside of this shop, preferably in my room princess."

Jungkook gives a sly smirk, turns and walks away to sit back down at his table and you are drenched to say the least. 'Holy shit, what did he just call me?'

You hear the barista call your name and you were so startled by it you jump pulling you out of the trance you were in. You safely put the receipt in your pocket grab your order and before pushing the doors open you take one last glance.

As if making it known to the whole world jungkook was unabashedly smiling at you. Your cheeks turn hot pink and you rush out the door, trying to get yourself together.

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You sit at home, lifting the small piece of paper up and staring at it. 'Jungkook', now that you think about it you feel like you have heard this name in small circles around campus but never had the face to put to the devil. This makes you outwardly cringe, scrunching up into a little ball and give a silent scream. From your recollection this man is a catch, THE catch and if you were not mistaken very good in bed.

At that thought you said fuck it, since your ex you haven't even thought of sex or pursued anyone and decided enough was enough. You were getting dick.

[Y/N] 7:56pm

Hey.. it's coffee shop girl

[Jungkook] 8:01pm

Hi baby, did you get curious?

Your heart stops at the nickname, oh fuck he's reducing you to a puddle. You can feel your panties getting uncomfortable and you try and shift to relieve some much needed tension. You take a deep breath and decide to just go for it.

[Y/N] 8:03pm

So what does staring at you in your bedroom entail?

[Jungkook] 8:04pm

Hmm.. well Y/N i could tell you or I could show you?

You were reeling, not even believing it yourself you take a second to calm your nerves. But honestly you couldnt, too high on whatever cloud your are on to still your beating heart. Your pussy clenches around nothing, and you are beginning to pool in your panties, thinking of all the things Jungkook would do to you.. will do to you.

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Next thing you know your knocking on his door, in the cold.

Before you left you told your friend where you were going just in case this man was a serial killer. You could never be to careful. Your friend wanted to hear all about it but you have no time for that yet, but definitely over brunch tomorrow.

You hear a click and the door swings open, there stands a man with honey skin and beautiful dark locks, he gives you a bright boxy smile "Hi, can I help you?" You almost trip over yourself when you are greeted by him, too focused on just how handsome he was.

"Um, ya I'm here for Jungkook?"

Just as you asked Jungkook is strolling up to the door and telling his roommate that he's "got it from here". That made you freeze, what have you gotten yourself into? This man was practically a stranger, a stunning one, but a stranger none the less and now your going to let him "take it from here" almost as if you were a plaything.

Jungkook gestures you in and you wave to who you later learned was Taehyung, thanking him for opening the door for you. As you turn to follow jungkook down the hall, your cheeks feel hot, not only about what is going to happen in Jungkooks room but how Taehyung knows exactly why you are here, and you just looked him in the eyes and thanked him.

Jungkook let's you into his room and as you walk in you take a look, it's tidier than you would have thought, there is a light up keyboard and computer in the corner, on top of his desk sits a very expensive DSLR camera, a mic stand just beside the desk and he has purple lights strung up around the walls. Nice touch.

Jungkook closes the door behind you, no turning back now. He looks at you almost as if he were to tear you to shreds. His eyes transition to blown out black as he rakes over your body and you can almost hear your heart thrumming in your ears. He moves closer putting his left hand on the wall, at his bold gesture, you begin to feel overwhelmingly shy.

Coming to a strangers house to fuck? This was not you, you liked to take your time and get to know the person. Maybe a date or two to see what your getting into. Right now you were way out of your comfort zone.

Jungkook pinning you to the door has your eyes looking at your feet, feeling quite nervous, and possibly wanting to flee. Jungkook gently takes his finger and lifts up your chin to meet his eyes. His eyes still blown out with lust but showing a bit more restraint making your heart feel less tight. "Hey baby, it's okay. I've got you, you tell me if this isn't something you want and I'll stop right now."

Your heart sank you didn't want him to feel like he was pressuring you, you wanted this. So bad your pussy is aching for some sort of release. It was all just so new to you, the situation, the man, the way he looked at you like an animal. You shook your head and told him you were okay, not wanting him to stop.

He starts slowly with a quick kiss to the lips, then soon after turning sloppy tasting them and molding to them. He licks your lips so he can explore your mouth. Giving you sloppy wet strokes of his tongue making you weak in the knees.

His hand comes to your hip squeezing and rubbing soft circles, slowly moving higher underneath your shirt. Your lips detach and he licks up your neck, sucking on the flesh that is right underneath your ear. "Fuck baby you have no idea how long I wanted this." He sucks harshly leaving a purple mark with his plush lips, grinding his hips into your core for some sort of friction.

You don't pay his comment much mind as you are way to distracted by his hand cupping your breast and his cock rubbing your clit deliciously. Jungkook gently pinches your nipple and starts playing with your nub expertly twisting and massaging. You let out a soft moan, and jungkook is floored. His erection so hard and uncomfortable in his pants, but he can wait.

Jungkook takes his hand and starts stroking your clothed core with his long fingers, feeling how much you have soaked through your clothes. Feeling how wet you are for him he groans "Does this feel good princess? Do you like when a stranger plays with your pussy?" You moan even louder, no one has talked to you this way and you can't help but feel a new gush of arousal take over.

He quickly picks you up by your bottom and throws you on the bed, "Strip, everything but your panties" there is no hesitation, you fling your shirt off your body undo your bra and shuffle your pants down to the floor leaving only your underwear on.

As you sat there you began to cross your arms over your chest, somewhat embarrassed being mostly naked in front of this man. Jungkook tutted, "Don't be shy princess" jungkook reaches for your wrists and pulls them up over you head pinning them to the headboard while giving you quick kisses to your forehead and jaw. "Don't hide from me, let me see you."

His sweet coos and kisses soothe your heart and you relax more into the position your are in. Jungkook begins to move down your neck with kisses, licks and some biting to stave off his hunger. Seeing you in this position is driving him crazy. You are so cute and shy your soaked pussy waiting for him. From this angle he can see you all hot and flustered trying to hide your face. Jungkook gives a quick smile that you don't see because you are too busy trying to hide from your embarrassment.

Jungkook moves down next to your core playing with the elastic of your panties, taunting you. "Will you be a good girl for me?" His question barely registers in your blown out state but you quietly nod your head. Not being a good enough answer for jungkook he slaps your pussy right on your bundle of nerves. "Use your words, Y/N." The spank sends shock waves throughout your body and has you on high alert. Your walls clenching hard, aching for any type of touch.

"YES, yes, please Jungkook I'll be a good girl" You look him in the eyes and don't want to stop staring at how gorgeous he looks. Sweaty glistening skin, dark hair in his eyes, looking like he could eat you alive.

Never breaking eye contact Jungkook removes his shirt and pants along with his boxers. His cock hitting his stomach with force, hard and angry red. He was so thick and long, you wanted to taste him so bad, swallow his cock full.

Jungkook starts to pump his dick up and down, using his thumb he wipes his slit to cover his length in cum. He leans back down to your soaking core. "Now princess I want you to watch me while I play with your pretty pussy, can you do that for me?"

You look at him with half lidded eyes, feeling like your in a strange head space that you can't describe. But you would do or say anything for him at this moment almost subdued by that fact you know he will take care of you. "yes daddy." Jungkook is surprised to hear that come off your lips but it makes him want to fill you up with cum, make you his.

He notices your shift in expression and realizes you've slipped somewhere, but he decides to save that in the back of his mind, he'll play with that Y/N another day. Right now he just needs to be inside of you.

Jungkook bunches the material of your panties and pulls upward rubbing your aching clit. The friction feels so good and you want to throw your head back and moan but remembering the rules you fix your eyes on jungkook looking pleased at what little he has to do for you to go crazy.

Seeing your perfect clit bulge from your panties being pulled up, jungkook wraps his soft lips around your clothed bundle and starts sucking you, along with long slow languid licks.

You couldn't take it any more, Jungkooks mouth sucking on your clothed clit is visual overboard, you throw your head back and give a loud moan, your clit throbbing feeling so close to cumming.

"Please, kook!"

Jungkook let's go of your panties and pulls them down your legs. He starts rubbing your bundle of nerves in circles and figure eights, earning loud moans from your lips from the new bare sensation. "Please what, princess?"

"I wanna come, please let me cum, jungkook!"

He quickly leans down and strokes his tongue up your slit gathering your juice on his tongue "fuck baby you taste so good", jungkook moves up to your clit, his hot breath ghosting over you making you whine. With a wet and flat tongue jungkook eats you almost like he is a starved puppy, his strong muscle giving you some well deserved attention.

Feeling your stomach coiling you know you are so close, your legs start shaking and your breathing starts to speed up. Your eyes tight ready for what comes next.

Jungkook slips two fingers into your pussy curving them so he hits your spongy g-spot, never stopping his tongue on your clit while he fucks you with his fingers. Suddenly the coil snaps within you and you are seeing stars. Your orgasm has your thighs shaking around jungkooks head and tears begin to slip from your eyes. You throw your head back and let out a deep and long moan. "My princess looks so pretty cumming." You gush all over jungkook tongue and he is happy to lick all of your essence up all up not letting any go to waste.

Jungkook slows his tongue and fingers to help coax you through your orgasm, he gives you a quick kiss to your sensitive clit and gets up to hover over top of you. " You did so well princess, you ready for my cock?"

You give a very enthusiastic nod, tears still streaking down your face from the force of your orgasm. "Yes please, I want your cock daddy."

He strokes his member a few times and starts to press the head of his member in your wet folds moving it up and down your slit soaking his cock. He starts to push in your velvet entrance and you can feel the delicious sting and stretch of him. Half way in jungkook stops to let you get used to his size. Looking at you with your tear stained cheeks his cock twitches and he can hardly control his hips from pounding into your messy cunt.

"Your pussy is so tight princess, were you waiting for my cock?" Jungkook pushes his thick member all the way in your pussy and he let's out a guttural moan. "Fuck baby you feel so good".

You reach out and grab jungkooks shoulders pulling him closer, your face is buried in the crook of his neck both of you hot and sweaty. Jungkook takes advantage of this position and hooks his arms underneath your shoulder blades and grabbing your shoulder from the back giving him excellent grip to thrust deep and hard inside you.

He starts moving slowly but quickly picks up the pace at a bruising speed. Using his arms as leverage to slam into your pussy as he whispers in your ear, "I've been eye fucking you for days princess, did you know that? I've been wanting to fill this pussy up since I saw you and now I have you crying beneath me. Do you like a perfect stranger filling this tight cunt?"

You shiver at his words and feel yourself clenching around him your pussy desperately trying to hold on to his thick cock. You moan loudly and start to produce fat tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Your words, princess."

Jungkook did not say that lightly and you did not want to test his patience in this moment, while you were already in a vulnerable position. "Yes I love a strangers cock in my pussy!"

Jungkook swallows hard at your words and can't believe how well you are doing for him. The shy girl he saw in the coffee shop is saying such dirty things, just for him.

You try and match his speed with your hips but to no avail, your breath hitches every time he thrusts into you leaving you almost breathless. Your orgasm is rising and its almost painful to follow, he hits your g-spot so nicely and he has you crying, tears continue to fall from your eyes and onto the bedsheets. Trying to hold on you reach for his back and start clawing at it. The pain of your nails digging into him. Jungkook let's go of your shoulders and sits up while fucking you, getting a whole new and beautiful view of you crying, and writhing on his cock while he thrusts in your sweet pussy.

Jungkook reaches down to your folds and drags his finger around your arousal and brings it up to your clit. Rubbing harsh circles on your very sensitive bundle. You start to feel the familiar twist in your stomach rise and it has your legs start shaking and your breath becomes shallow. "Come on princess cum all over your daddys cock".

With another thrust of his hips he sends you into your second, back breaking orgasm. In jungkooks eyes you look like art, hair splayed out around you wet from all the tears you were producing, thighs shaking uncontrollably with intense pleasure, and your mind so fucked out and begging to be praised by your daddy after cumming on his cock so well.

You look up at jungkook and his eyes are all over you, watching you become a mess underneath him.

Jungkook not being able to last much longer looks you right in the eyes and grabs your chin. "Look at me in the eyes princess while I fill up your slutty cunt with my cum. Don't you look away, I want you to see how much of a slut your are for me."

Your pussy clenched at his vulgar words and you nod in his hands. You have no choice but to look into his intense dark chocolate eyes. His hips become sloppy and he can feel your pussy throbbing and milking his cock, with a couple more sloppy thrusts he spills into your cunt filling you with warmth, making you feel so full. Jungkook let's out a guttural groan, while looking into you as he claims you as his.

You found your eyes were glued to Jungkook as he came, not being able to look away, seeing his dark eyes swirl with relief and lust, licking his lips and hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. You were completely in awe of him.

Jungkook rests his forehead on yours taking deep breaths until he removes himself from you and gets up to walk away. He comes back with a wet cloth in hand and gently cleans you up. He throws the towel to the side and lays down beside you. You both take a deep breath and look at each other.

"Uhmm, I think I should go." You start to get out of his bed when you feel his hand grab your wrist.

"Stay with me, you don't have to go." Jungkooks words have your heart lump in your throat. You felt embarrassed walking in here for a quickie and afterwards when reality hit you, you felt mortified. But looking into his eyes he was gentle, finding some truth in his words you let him pull you on his his chest to cuddle. Your cheeks burning red at the action but your were admittedly enjoying the feeling of his warmth.

Without realizing how exhausted you had become, your eyes begin to feel heavy. You fall asleep while he strokes your hair, jungkook being left with his thoughts.

'Fuck'

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a/n: Ahh! thank you for making it this far! I had a lot of fun (and difficulty) writing this! It's my first time ever writing a fanfiction so please be kind! Let me know what you think :3

[ringneckedpheasant]

Eshaan/Bull?

i full did not realize when i reblogged that that i was supposed to answer Every Question At Once dhskjhdskdh but i'll do my best

big spoon/little spoon: I don't think they spoon a lot bc you know. massive horns. but Ehsaan likes jetpacking dhskdhsjkdh

favorite non-sexual activity: Maybe not the number one fave but i know they like to go horseback riding together. Also Ehsaan likes to crochet while they watch tv.

who uses all the hot water: Ehsaan

most trivial thing they fight over: laundry, wearing shoes in the house

who does most of the cleaning: Ehsaan Ehsaan Ehsaan

what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue: Ehsaan pays for the netflix but he lets Bull pick whatever they're watching together bc Bull is. a little more in touch with pop culture

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Bull

who steals the blankets: The real answer to this one is Dorian

who leaves their stuff around: Bull (but Dorian is worse)

who remembers to buy the milk: Ehsaan

who remembers anniversaries: Okay if they didn't live together I think Bull might forget, but Ehsaan gets Really worked up around birthdays/holidays/etc. and it would be hard not to notice that

Who cooks normally? Ehsaan is usually In Charge, but Bull helps with meal prep and makes dinner at least a couple times a week. Ehsaan bakes constantly though and he doesn't let Bull help with that

How often do they fight? Not often, and when they do it's never for long. I think one of Ehsaan's biggest problems is that he can get a little controlling (not so much of Bull but of how things are done around the house), but they're good about talking things through right away

What do they do when they’re away from each other? so much letter writing. I think Ehsaan has more time for it than Bull, and writes both longer letters and more frequently, but Bull writes back when he can. Modern AU they r calling each other like every other day.

Nicknames for each other? this is the exact opposite of a nickname but Ehsaan calls Bull "The Iron Bull" like it's an endearment. I am also so so weak for Bull calling the Inquisitor "Boss" so that sticks with them through their whole relationship (also kadan is used by both of them ofc)

Who is more likely to pay for dinner? Bull, only because he's Fast and Sneaky about it. They're the people who argue at the register about who's paying for coffee and Bull shoves his card in the reader the Second Ehsaan gets distracted sdhsjkdhsdhhk

What would they get each other for gifts? Ehsaan is Weird about getting gifts (unused to it, can't ask for things, gets EMBARRASSED when people buy him stuff) but. He always appreciates crafting materials, new plants for the garden, flowers, and little surprises that don't have the Pressure of gifts, like. @blarrghe wrote Bull picking up a fancy soda for Ehsaan while he was grocery shopping and it's such a small thing but the reminder that Bull was thinking about him... weh... Ehsaan is also weird about giving gifts because he gets uber stressed about them being perfect, especially when they're things he's making himself. For Bull this is usually like, baked goods or crochet things, but also a Big wooden chess set. he also fully bought Bull a horse (her name is Flapjack and Ehsaan's horse is Maple Stirrup)

Who kissed who first? Ehsaan kissed Bull

Who made the first move? Bull

Who remembers things? Ehsaan

Who started the relationship? this is such a complicated question dhjkshdskhd like I think the answer is Bull. but it might actually be the result of Dorian's meddling

Who cusses more? Bull, by a lot. Ehsaan doesn't like, consciously avoid doing it, but he's the sort of person you might be surprised to hear swear

What would they do if the other was hurt? Ehsaan is a healer (a physical therapist in a modern au, but he's got first aid certifications), and he's good at keeping a level head when people are injured. A little less so with people he's close to, but he knows to ask for help if he starts panicking (he doesn't get along with Vivienne At All for a variety of reasons but they work well together when it comes to healing). ough I've never thought about what Bull would do though... hmm. I think he's usually able to stay calm—he knows he has to trust whoever is doing the healing—but he doesn't like feeling Useless in those sorts of situations, and I think he overcompensates for that by absolutely doting on Ehsaan when he's recovering

[trans-yllz]

getting to know you

tagged by @wenofqishan ty harker 😌

why did you choose your url?:

well you see wei wuxian is simply trans

any side-blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them:

hmmm well my old cql blog was a sideblog to my main on my other account that I literally never go on anymore but then I moved so it's on its own account now so idk if this really counts as a sideblog anymore? but my other account has a few sideblogs the only one I rlly use anymore is my art blog @mossy-rat!

how long have you been on tumblr?:

oh good god far too long... doing the math I've been here a solid 7 years (derogatory). but I've had this blog for a little less than a year and my last blog a little more than a year... at the end of the summer it'll be two years combined!! I got into cql like... Weeks after the last episode aired lmao

do you have a queue tag?:

baby I don't even have a queue

why did you start your blog in the first place?:

hmm well I started my first cql blog because I liked the show enough that I wanted to blog about it but no one can know that I like things so it got its own blog but I moved to a new account because it was just getting annoying having my cql blog be a sideblog and there was just a bunch of stuff I wanted to clear out/I wanted a better tagging system

why did you choose your icon/pfp?:

well you see wei wuxian is simply trans

but this is an exclusive pride month special... my usual wei-wuxian-crying-at-nevernight icon is because that scene makes me feel things so much and the acting.... *chefs kiss*

why did you choose your header?:

I don't have a header bby!!

what’s your post with the most notes?:

on this account it's a donation post but as for like... actual cql posting it's this one abt wei wuxians self worth problems. on my old account it's this one about lan sizhui and jiang cheng lmao

how many people do you follow?:

a pleasant 110

have you ever made a shitpost?:

everyday I'm haunted by that tony hawk wei wuxian post

how often do you use tumblr each day?:

😔😔😔

did you have a fight/argument with a blog once?

baby I've been in arguments you can't even Imagine. people have deleted their blogs because of me. most of the popular cql blogs have me blocked. I Live to antagonize the general public of tumblr, never shut the fuck up, and have no sense of self preservation.... of Course I've gotten into fights with other blogs before and oh it's happened a lot more than just once

how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this post’?:

spiteful and belligerent

do you like tag games?:

I do! I don't usually actually do them when I'm tagged but it's fun to learn about the beloved mewtchuals anyway

do you like ask games?:

yes so much!!! tho I always feel bad when I forget to answer things for a million years or sometimes I'm scared no one will respond and well that's just embarrassing skhdmzuns

which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?:

I definitely don't have any Tumblr Famous tm mutuals but I have some Popular In The Fanbase tm mutuals tho they are few and far between because most popular cql blogs are evil... I think meisha is probably my post popular mutual? but she's on indefinite hiatus now :"( so I'm gonna say that hannah and teddi are probably my most popular mewtchuals by cql fanbase standards :^)

do you have a crush on a mutual?:

no but I love you all sm mwah mwah kiss me on the mouth etc etc

hmmmm I'll tag @jiangchengspsychiatrist @evakant @arla-fett and @ahomeboylives but of course no pressure *hands you a neat rock that I found*

[inblackwoods]

Get to Know the Blogger

A thank you to @aroalucard​

1. Why did you choose this URL?

I like graham crackers a lot :》 I grew attached to the URL and made Nabisco my middle name when I changed my name. Some people have started calling me "honey" on Tumblr and I keep forgetting that it's my name and think strangers are using endearments with me until I remember. 

2. Any side blogs?

No

3. How long have you been on Tumblr?

I believe since 2014 but I didn’t very actively post my own stuff until three or so months ago.

4. Do you have a queue tag?

No

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

I was fourteen and had a lot of free time.

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

I just liked it [still do]. It's just a little drawing of a sailor I did but it's not my best work and it's not really relevant to most of what I'm doing... I'll think about a new one.

7. Why did you choose your header?

It's this drawing of some beekeepers that I did a long time ago now. It's on brand. I used to draw mainly honey-based things.

8. What's your post with the most notes?

Recently? This one. Of all time? You don't need to know.

9. How many mutuals do you have?

Uh. Dear. A few. Say 20-30 maybe. 

10. How many followers do you have?

495

11. How many people do you follow?

131

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

Oh, I must have.

13. How often do you use tumblr each day? 

Some but mostly I have notifications on for a few blogs and I get on when I see they're doing something or when I've got something to post. 

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog? Who won?

I don't think so.

15. How do you feel about "you need to reblog this" posts?

I don't reblog them usually. It doesn’t seem like a good way to help a cause.

16. Do you like tag games?

I’m not sure... talking about myself makes me embarrassed, but I like reading others’ responses :》

17. Do you like ask games? 

Conceptually, yes. I don't have the following for them to work and haven't tried in a long time. I don't think I'd get any questions. 

18. Which one of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? 

I have under 500 followers. I assume many of my mutuals are more famous than me. 

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

The idea of having a crush gives me so much anxiety that I don’t even consider it. My heart rate increased to read the word

20. Tagging: I'm a little sleepy to think of who in our little gothic lit circle hasn’t been tagged yet, but knock yourself out if you want to : 》

[quecksilvereyes]

also as a call center employee:

1) your problem isn't even the dumbest or most pointless thing i've dealt with in the last hour

2) im much happier to rephrase and explain myself to someone who is honest with me about not understanding vs. someone who just pretends they understand in order to not embarrass themselves and then continue to screw stuff up through not knowing and then having to call again. save yourdelf the time spent listening to our annoying queue music and just tell me. i'm happy to help.

3) i swear the only customers i remember are either super rude or super sweet ones. i'll probably forget our call within like 5 seconds after hanging up, so don't worry about making a negative impression. we get so many calls that any embarrassing problems you might have have 100% come up before and we dont think about it twice.

4) you dont have to phase stuff a specific way. the other day a customer used the informal you with me and called me the sweetest person on earth bc i unlocked his online account, as long as you're not insulting or condescending, it's okay and you're good to go

[what-a-mystic-mess]

Hihi! I love your work! (especially the twin bed lol I laughed too hard!) Can I request RFA + V and Saeran taking MC to her favorite Idol Anime convention? I'll be sooo grateful if you do this :3 Thank you :D

Hey there! Thank you loads for loving my work, it means a lot! I never went to an anime convention before so I don’ t really know what happens but I hope you enjoy it. If it’s not what you meant don’t be afraid to message me again. :)

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Yoosung

You both would be dressed up as well as your favorite duo from the anime

Both of you would be buying every single piece of merch that was there

Let’s not forget that you guys would be taking lots of pictures with other people cosplaying as the other characters

Your costumes were so amazing that people stopped and asked to take pictures with you as well

You both were having so much fun at the convention you forgot what time it was

When it ended the security had to practically drag you both out

By the time you got home you both fell asleep so fast surrounded in all the things you bought

Zen

He’s super confused when you beg him to take you to the convention

What’s the point of walking around and taking pictures with people dressed up?

Zen you’re an actor you do this everyday

You dressed up as your favorite character and Zen didn’t dress up since he didn’t watch the anime

Follows you like a lost puppy

He starts to get really into everybody parading around in the outfits

Not to mention yours

Got to contain The Beast™

Buys you lots of the merchandise that’s there and he of course gets in every single picture you take with other people

Jaehee

She knows you obsess over this one show but she didn’t know you were this into it

When you stepped out ready to go to your favorite anime convention in cosplay she was S H O O K

You actually get her into a costume as well???

She thinks she looks good and you think she looks DAMN FINE

Lots of people asking to take pictures with you (even though Jaehee doesn’t know who she is)

You two have a blast walking around buying stuff and laughing

Maybe Jaehee will get into this anime…..

Jumin

Super super super confused????????

He just doesn’t understand at all

When you get there though you have a gigantic smile on your face and he just adores it

Loves how vibrant you look in every photo but you never let him take the photos

When you’re looking at the merch and he sees that little sparkle in your eye HE BUYS EVERYTHING

OH BOY HE ALMOST BUYS THE WHOLE ENTIRE PLACE OUT

You have to stop him from doing it multiple times saying he already bought you enough and you didn’t need all of it

Even though he doesn’t understand the whole concept of this he will bring you back to any convention you want to go to

707/Saeyoung

HE LOVES THIS ANIME PROBALY EVEN MORE THAN YOU DO

YOU CAN BET YOUR ARSES HE IS DRESSING AS A FEMALE

It’s better than anyone else’s at the convention and everyone wants to take a picture with you guys

You go to all the panels they have there and he asks the most inappropriate questions

This is a PG-13 panel Saeyoung not a bloody 18+ one

You two almost buy everything that they have and add it to your collections

You both are like little kids in a candy shop running around and gawking at everything

Some people even mistake Seven as a real women and some even try to hit on him??????

He flirts back and takes off his wig to show who he really is

Queue the men apologizing and running away embarrassed

You can not love this boy anymore

V

He would be more than happy to take you to your favorite convention if it means he gets to see you happy

He’s blind as fuck though

Happily walking around holding your hand and looking at all the stuff there

Takes lots and lots of photos of you and other co-player’s

Also takes shots of you just walking around with a goofy smile on your face

He watched the anime with you sometimes so he had a good intention about what you all were talking about

Liked going to the panel with you and recording the whole entire thing so you two could watch it at home

Saeran

He hates the idea

After begging him for the longest time Edgelord™ finally gave in

The whole entire time he walked behind you arms crossed and a frown on his lips not enjoying it

Also is glaring at any person who was checking you out because, um hello? This is his MC

But what a cutie he buys some things for you in secret to surprise you later

After a while he starts warming up to the place?????

He’s kind of enjoying himself and likes to see you all happy in something that you really love

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Sorry if that was shitty again I’ve never been to a convention before. Also, make sure to request anything don’t hesitate!

[stressedoutteenager]

I have a Yousana AU prompt that I would love for you to write, of course take all the time you need, don't worry about me waiting because I'll be re-reading all of your stories... prompt: 'My mom caught you checking me out in the store and confronted you so now I have to save you from her wrath because aren't you one of my brothers' friends, the dorky one - also…were you really checking me out?’ Hope you find it interesting to write because I've loved every fic you've posted! ❤️

Hey :)

Thank you for being so nice about waiting while I get to this prompt :) I hope you like it. Please let me know :D

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“I’m sohungry!”, Sana complains.

Her mother looks at her with a small knowing look.They’ve been out, shopping, for longer than Sana ever likes it.

When shopping, Sana has a system. She walks throughthe store, looking at everything once and if she sees something that catchesher attention she’ll look more closely at it.

Her mother on the other hand, she will walk throughthe store what feels like 20 times, looking at everything that amount of times,taking stuff with her but then deciding that she doesn’t want it and makingSana bring it back to its spot.

“We just need to pay and then we’ll gohome.”, Mamma Bakkoush says.

Sana nods and gets excited about the thought of goinghome and changing into more comfortable clothes but that feeling gets crushedwhen the two women see the queue at the checkout point.

There is only one cash register open and Sana sees howfast the employee tries to work so she doesn’t feel like being whiny about itanymore.

After five minutes they did not get much forward inthe queue. Sana puts her weight on one foot and then on the other. She’sstaring into nothing because she’s so exhausted.

“Sana, I’ll be right back.”, Sana hears hermother say and barely realizes that she dumps all the clothes into Sana’s arms.

This shakes Sana out of her thoughts. What does thatmean? Her mother didn’t sound like she was going to get something. She soundedtoo… aggravated.

Too confused to do anything immediately Sana justfollows her mother with her gaze. Sana observes how her mother seems to knowexactly where she’s going. Following the line her mother is walking Sana’s eyesland on a tall, dark-haired guy. His eyes are also trained on Sana and whentheir eyes meet from across the store, both of them look down in a bashful way.He seems familiar to Sana. She doesn’t quite know where she has seen himbefore.

Sana sees how his head snaps into the direction of hermother and even though Sana can’t see her mother’s face, she knows that she’snot just complimenting that guy.

Looking around her, seeing the queue has not movedmuch, Sana quickly walks over to her mother and the cute guy.

“… don’t know what you’re doing but it’s notpolite to stare like that. I know my daughter is very pretty but you needto..”, is what Sana hears and she instantly decides to intervene.

The tall guy looks overwhelmed, his eyes wide, hisright hand on his neck and his mouth lightly open as if he wants to saysomething but doesn’t know what and how.

Sana puts a hand on her mother’s arm and interruptsher rant.

“Mom, hey, mom. It’s okay.”, Sana saysquickly. All she understood from what her mother was saying to the guy, she nowrecognizes as one of her older brother Elias’ friends, is that he was lookingat Sana for some time.

Sana’s mother turns to her but keeps looking at theguy suspiciously for a few more seconds.

“He kept looking at you, obviously interested,which wouldn’t be a bad thing if he came over and said something instead ofstaring from afar.”, her mother tells her in Arabic.

Sana looks at the guy and then back at her mother. Washe? He is very cute and she knows that he is older than her, like her olderbrother. From the look on his face it’s clear that he doesn’t understand a word fromwhat Sana’s mother said which Sana is really glad about. This doesn’t need toget more embarrassing than it already is. The dark-haired guy looks back and forth between Sana and her mother butdoesn’t say anything.

“Mamma, this is one of Elias’ friends.”,Sana finally says and points to the guy, whose name she can’t remember for thelife of her. Elias mentioned it once but that was quite a while ago.“He probably only recognized us and tried to think of where he knows usfrom.”, she sends Yousef a look that tells him to just play along.“Right?”

He starts nodding quickly, looking obviously relievedthat Sana said that. He holds his hand out to Sana’s mother and says:“Yes, exactly. I’m Yousef. Elias and I know each other from school.”

Even though she is not completely convinced, Sana’smother nods slowly and looks from him to Sana. The look she gives her daughterobviously says that she’ll believe her for now but there will be a continuationof this conversation.

Sana’s mother looks back at the queue and thinkingthat they’ll never get home if she doesn’t get in line again, she takes theclothes from Sana.

“I’m going to pay for these and then we cango.”

Sana nods but doesn’t go with her mother. Instead shewatches her get in line again and then turns around to Yousef. He balanceshimself on the heels of his feet and shows Sana a small, shy smile.

“I’m Sana, by the way.”, Sana says to breakthe awkward silence.

To be very honest, she thinks Yousef is a veryattractive boy. She’s almost too shy to look at him because of that. Some of her brother’s friends hang around Sana and Elias’ house all the time soto some extent Sana is used to being around cute, older guys. But thisparticular one, he has another completely different effect on Sana.

Yousef nods: “Yeah, I know. I mean, because Eliashad told me. We met a few months ago, at one of the football games weplayed?”

He reminds her of one of the very few encounters theyhad with each other but he seems unsure if Sana remembers. Sana nods. She does remember. But she didn’t get to watch much the matchbecause she had a school project that took a lot longer than she thought itwould have. She also remembers that Yousef was with her brother. He did drawattention to himself then.

“Yeah.”, Sana says and again there’ssilence. She looks behind her and sees that there are still three people infront of her mother.

She looks back at Yousef and is surprised by hisinterested look. He is very handsome, is all she can think about in thatmoment. This thought makes it hard for her to say anything for a few seconds.His dark hair is falling on his forehead and Sana’s hand itches to push it backlightly.

She doesn’t think much before saying it, she was toolost in his eyes, the same way he was lost in hers. How that happened neitherof them know but it didn’t feel awkward. At all. Which is weird because theyreally don’t know each other.

“So is it true?”

Yousef narrows his eyebrows in confusion. He presseshis lips together and waits for Sana to elaborate. Only about two steps arebetween the two of them.

“My mother told me..”, should she really saythat? Well, he is very cute and it wouldn’t hurt to know. “My mother toldme that you were checking me out.”

Sana watches as Yousef raises his eyebrows and lookslike he has been caught in the act. Is that enough of an answer for Sana? No.

“Is it true?”, she asks and looks him in theeyes while doing that.

Yousef’s right hand goes to his neck, which apparentlyis his nervous habit. Sana doesn’t know him for long but she did gather thatmuch in the past few minutes.

“Eh… No, I mean.. yes… kind of?”, Yousefanswers, stuttering his way through the sentence, if it can be called that.

Sana thinks it’s really cute and especially when shenotices him blush a little she presses her lips together to not smile too much.

Yousef is not sure what this reaction from her meansbut he is so nervous that he just keeps talking.

“I saw you and recognized you and you werelooking really pretty. I mean, you still do.”, he rambles and shuts hiseyes in embarrassment. Why is he like this? Yes, Sana is very beautiful but hedoesn’t need to get this nervous around her, does he?

Sana just watches him with an amused smile, feelingvery flattered and a little bashful at the same time. He’s not just handsomeand cute regarding his looks but he’s also a cute dork. Sana remembers seeinghim do something at the football game that had made her think that too.

“What I mean is, you’re very pretty.”,Yousef finally says after taking a deep breath.

At that Sana’s smile grows but she can’t look atYousef for too long. She gets shy after he compliments her straight out. Shelooks down on her hands.

“O my god. I’m sorry if I overstepped a line. Ijust.. I don’t know. I felt like I needed to say that.”

Sana looks up at him again and shakes her headlaughingly.

“No, no. It’s okay.”, Sana says. “Thankyou!”, showing him her dimples.

This results in them smiling at each other shylywithout saying anything. The silence is not awkward anymore, it’s nice. Theydon’t know each other well, barely. However, this very short conversation madeboth of them happier than they were before.

Sana forgets about how exhausted she is.

Yousef forgets about his worries of finding theperfect present for his mother.

Speaking of mothers, he sees Sana’s mother walktowards them and he quickly looks back at Sana and says: “Thank you forsaving me a few minutes ago. I wouldn’t want your mother’s first impression ofme to be that.”

Smiling, Sana nods: “No problem. I wouldn’t wantmy mother’s wrath to scar you. She’s very particular when it’s about me. Butyou should work on being less obvious the next time.”

Yousef smiles at her but doesn’t get a chance toanswer. Her mother arrives with her phone at her ear, just shortly telling Sanathat they’re going now.

Sana nods and wants to follow her mother until Yousefquickly calls her name.

She turns around while her mother walks out the doorof the store.

“Can I … is there a way we can talkagain?” Yousef looks so nervous and unsure about the answer he’ll receivethat he can almost not even look at her.

Sana smiles to herself. She is really happy that hedid make a move, that he didn’t just let her walk away from this. Even thoughthey didn’t talk long and didn’t talk about anything significant she feelscomfortable around him.

“You can add me on Facebook.”

Yousef lifts his head and looks Sana in the eyes. Hesmiles brightly at her, happy that she looks at him with a similar look.

“I will do that.”

With a smile, Sana nods, says Bye and turns around to go. Her mother probably wonders where shewent.

Sana meets her mother outside, who is still talking onthe phone and they start walking. Having not even walked five steps away fromthe store, Sana’s phone beeps.

Yousef Acar sent you a friend request.

Yousef waitsnervously. Was he too eager? She’ll probably think that and not even answer tothat. His phone beeps just seconds later.

Sana Bakkoush accepted your friend request.

[pandor-pandorkful]

And now I've got everything from pandorkful/formerly pandollsnart/formerly pandollop reblogged to the newly dedicated doll blog.

Definitely could and probably should have queued all that, sorry for the spam to the 30+ people following that blog for choking up your feed ahahahaha.... But I was in the zone and adding that one extra click would have snapped me out of it. 😅😅😅😅

So, definitely noticed a lot of gaps in what I found and what I vaguely recall posting. There were just hundreds of dead posts killed by the faulty porn-catcher algorithm, no idea how many were once my doll posts or not.

And then there's posts from before I started pandollop that never made it over there, I might look thru my main blog for them or I may just go into my image archives and repost some older stuff to the new doll blog occasionally... Also stuff like the old Ask Ghaleon posts... I should reblog those to the new blog, even though I feel a little embarrassed by them now haha...

Final gap I noticed is how much stuff I never bothered reposting from my instagram. Crossposting from instagram to tumblr is kinda a nightmare, unfortunately! But I did do a lot of interesting stuff between late 2018 and mid 2021 that tumblr's completely missed out on, and I wanna bring that "lost" content over.

Thinking about it, that's one nice thing about posting to patreon first and then posting to tumblr and instagram later--I can make certain I don't forget to crosspost, and everything I wanted to say is already written up by past me! Which is great, cuz thinking of things to say is hands down the most tiresome part of posting on the internet for me lol.

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