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guccifrog · 3 months

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°˖✧THE BAKERY GIRL✧˖°

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ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ : ⁿᵒⁿᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

summary : in which reader has a crush on one of her ususal customers and he finally makes a move

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Kingston

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The sun had barely begun its drop into the horizon, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange, when you stepped outside the bakery for a quick cigarette break. You were a student at the local art school, working part-time at the bakery to make ends meet.

As you lit up your cigarette, you closed your eyes and took a deep drag, feeling the warmth of the smoke fill your lungs. You exhaled slowly, watching the gray tendrils of smoke mix with the vibrant colors of the sunset.

It was on one of these evenings that you noticed him.

His name was Matt, a rich college student who seemed to have it all, He would come to the bakery every Monday and Friday and sometimes on weekends, always at this time, to buy something.

At first, you assumed it was for his girlfriend, as he would always buy something pink and frilly, but as the days went by, you couldn't help but wonder why he always seemed to choose this bakery, and why he always came at this exact time.

One night, as you were wiping down the counter, you glanced up and caught him looking at you. His eyes were low, almost piercing, and for a moment, you felt as though you could feel his gaze on your skin. And you quickly averted your eyes, feeling a blush creep up your neck. From that moment on, you found yourself becoming more aware of him, his presence, and the way he made you feel.

As the days went by, you couldn't help but wonder what he was really doing here almost every evening. Was he seeing someone else? Was he married? These questions filled your mind, and you found yourself fantasizing about him late at night, his face engraved into your memory. You began to look forward to his visits, even if it was just for a moment of a stolen glance or a simple 'hey, how are you doing today?'

You took one last drag from your cigarette, throwing it under your shoe before turning back toward the bakery.

As you stepped through the doorway, you felt a flutter in your stomach as you caught sight of none other than Matt himself, standing at the counter, chatting with the cashier. His eyes met yours, and for a split second, you felt like the entire world had vanished, leaving just the two of you.

"Hello," he said, his voice quiet and smooth, as he waved you over to the counter. You couldn't help but smile shyly in response, feeling a wave of heat wash over your cheeks. "I'm sorry if I've been a bit…distracting, coming here almost every night. I just can't seem to stop thinking about this place, and the desserts you make." His gaze lingered on you for a moment, and As you stood there, a sudden sensation swirled in the pit of your stomach.

It was as if a thousand butterflies had suddenly taken flight within you, their wings beating in perfect unison.

'I know ' is what you wanted to say, but that just sounds creepy. Instead, you smiled and said, "It's alright, really. I'm glad you like the desserts." His smile widened, revealing a dimple on his cheek.

You spent the rest of your shift talking with Matt, finding yourself lost in conversation as the hours slipped by. You learned that he was majoring in business, but had always had a passion for writing and art, much like yourself.

As the bakery began to close for the night, you found yourselves outside, the cool air of the evening surrounding you. "I know that we don't know each other that well but…do you…do you want to get something to eat?" he asked, his voice soft and hesitant.

You felt a rush run through you at his invitation. "I'd like that," you replied, trying to sound casual, but not quite managing it.

You followed him to a small, cozy restaurant a few blocks away. The lights were dim, the atmosphere warm and inviting. The waiter led you to a booth in the back, and as you slid in beside Matt, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within you.

As you scanned the menu, Matt leaned in close, his breath tickling your ear. "What would you like to eat?" he asked, his voice low.

Your heart raced at his closeness, and you had to remind yourself to breathe as you answered, "I'll have the salmon if it's okay." He nodded, still watching you closely, before looking back at the menu. "I'll have the same," he murmured, before handing the menu back to the waiter.

As you waited for your food, you couldn't help but study Matt's face. He was even more handsome up close, with his dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He caught you staring and smiled shyly, his dimple appearing again. "What are you thinking about?" he asked, his voice gentle.

You felt your cheeks heat up as you realized you'd been caught, but you didn't mind. "Nothing important," you replied with a small laugh. "Just enjoying the moment."

The food arrived, and you both dug in, savoring the flavors. Conversation flowed easily between you, touching on everything from your favorite books and movies to your dreams and goals. You found yourself lost in his gaze, forgetting about the world around you as the hours ticked by.

And as the evening wore on, you grew bolder, leaning in closer to him, laughing at his jokes, and getting a little touchy. He seemed to enjoy your company as much as you enjoyed his.

The waiter brought over the check, and Matt reached for his wallet, but you quickly placed your hand on top of his. "I've got it," you insisted, smiling at him. He looked at you for a moment like you grew a third eye "Well that's crazy," he said before quickly grabbing your hand and handing the waiter the check. "But thank you for offering." He smiled and you were too distracted by the fact that he was still holding your hand to even complain.

After dinner, you both decided to walk off some of your meal. The air was cool and crisp, the stars shining bright overhead. Matt looped his arm through yours, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. "Where to?" he asked, his voice playful. You glanced around, taking in your surroundings. There was a small park just a block over, and it seemed like a nice, quiet place. "How about the park?" you suggested, already beginning to lead him in that direction.

As you walked, you felt as if you were floating, unaware of anything except the moment you were sharing with this guy that you've been fantasizing about for god knows how long.

The park was beautiful, with well-manicured yards and all different types of flowers. You found yourselves sitting on a bench, gazing out at the fountain, the water dancing and sparkling in the glow of the moonlight.

You couldn't remember the last time you had felt this comfortable and at ease with someone.

The silence between you wasn't awkward, but instead felt natural, like you didn't need words to communicate.

After several moments of companionable silence, he offered to walk you home since it was getting late. You smiled and agreed, you both walked hand in hand back to your neighborhood.

And as you neared your house, you felt a strange mix of nervousness and excitement. You weren't sure if you wanted this to end, it all felt like a dream that you never wanted to wake up from.

When you finally reached your doorstep, you turned to face him, wanting to say something but not quite sure what. He must have sensed this too, because he leaned in and gently brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. His touch sent a shiver down your spine. "I had a really good time tonight," he murmured, his eyes searching yours for the same honesty. You smiled softly up at him and nodded. "Me too."

You were feeling extra bold, so you got on your tiptoes and leaned in, giving him a small peck on the cheek. His eyes widened slightly, and for a moment you wondered if you had gone too far, but then he closed them and leaned into your touch.

"Well," you said, trying to keep your voice steady, "thank you again for dinner." He smiled "Goodnight Matt," you said before turning the key in the lock and disappearing inside. You couldn't help but glance back out the window, watching as he walked away.

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teejaystumbles · 10 days

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Against all odds (part 7)

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6

This is all I've got so far but I figured I'd let you have it and hopefully I'll have more soon :3

Hob works at a news agency. As someone with hundreds of years of experiencing political and societal change he has a keen eye for news-worthy happenings. Often he can predict very well which events are important, which will have historical influence or be the talk of the nation for a long time. Hob edits his colleague’s articles and reports, chooses which ones are worthy of printing and which aren’t, tries to remove or at least mitigate the xenophobia and fearmongering in what he hopes are the last days of the Cold War. People don’t need fear to grow, they need hope. He thinks he’ll stop doing this soon, though. His name - Robert Goulding at the moment - pops up in too many places and he doesn’t like being recognizable for more than a few decades. He takes care to not become chief editor and stay out of the limelight but he thinks he’ll move on soon. Maybe he’ll take a break and live off his stock profits. Find a quiet place for him and his stranger, somewhere in the countryside, with a garden…

Hob shakes himself out of his fantasy and laughs at himself. Wishful thinking will hardly be of any use. He’s been wishing and hoping for more time with his stranger for so many centuries. Now it finally seems like he might get lucky enough to have regular contact, via journal entries, and maybe even visits. That is enough. He shouldn’t be greedy.

With a sigh and a silent curse that he stopped smoking he goes to finish his work so he can get home and write an answer to his friend.

In the evening Hob pours himself a whiskey and sits down at his desk, open journal before him. He looks over to his bed. His stranger had sat here last night, watching him. Hob swallows reflexively and takes another sip of his drink, trying to not let his thoughts go down a slippery, horny slope before he starts writing.

June 15th, 1989

Dear friend,

I am glad you felt you could come and visit me and that you feel safe in my presence. I consider it an honour and I want to assure you that I do not mind in the least if you stop by whenever you feel like it. I trust you. Feel free to come here anytime, no matter if I'm awake or not, or if I’m even here. If my place can be a retreat for you from your everyday worries or workplace (as I assume you are busy doing something somewhere), I would be very happy. Leave your shoes off the sofa, that’s all I ask. ;-)

But seriously, my home is your home. I mean it. I look forward to seeing you again as well.

Reading about your ordeal was horrible. I am so sorry this happened to you and that I didn’t hear anything about it. I would have moved everything between Heaven and Earth to free you, my friend, please believe me. You say the ones responsible have been punished but I cannot stop myself from imagining visiting vengeance upon them for your sake. To imprison you someone, anyone, for such a long period of time, in the conditions that you described, is barbaric and the rage I feel at the mere thought is nearly blinding.

I am deeply sorry for your loss and for all you had to endure. I would give you anything in my power to make you feel safe, dear stranger. If you ever need my help, please call me. I don’t know if you had any means to call for help, you probably didn’t, but please - should you ever be in any trouble or danger or in need of help, I urge you to call on me! I will come and help you the best I can, I will not allow you to be trapped ever again. After all, what are friends for, if not for helping one another?

Your problems with closed spaces and strangers are completely understandable and I would never hold it against you if you never want to meet inside a building again. I hope we’ll be able to find a suitable replacement for the old haunt, at least until you feel more at ease again. These things take time, at least for humans, and although I would not dare to insinuate that you are not more robust than the average human and probably not subject to the same physical and mental limits I’d wager a guess that you will need time to heal, my friend. I sincerely ask you to take that time. You strike me as the type to jump headfirst back into work and duty after getting free and that is not recommended, no matter what or how powerful you are. You were imprisoned for 80 years and subjected to torture, you cannot expect to be the same after that. No one should expect you to be the same, to not be changed by it or in need of healing and time to recuperate.

I am only human but in my long life I have met a few other immortal beings, not all of them human but all of them with very similar needs and wants. I know you’re probably bristling right now because I dare to suggest you might be unfit for whatever it is you do but I hope you believe me when I tell you this only because I care for you - you need a break. Please, stranger, promise me you’ll take care of yourself, if you cannot let others do that for you. I would be happy to help in any way I can. Visit me at your leisure, I promise I will never turn you away, or look down on you for showing weakness. You have seen me at my lowest and I have always trusted you to still respect me after that. Just like that, I would never think any less of you for any of this.

I’ll be happy to help you learn more about humanity, get to know humans again. I am honoured that you have elevated me in your mind to something else but I am as human as they come. So if you like me, you can like other humans as well, right?

I will think of a nice place to meet and let you know as soon as I’ve decided. Remember, in the meantime this place is always open to you. Even including watching me sleep. ;-P

Stay safe,

Your friend Hob

Hob puts down the pen and skims over his lines. Yes, that’s not too forward but inviting enough to let his stranger feel safe and welcome. It’s a bit daring, calling his stranger in need of a break, but it’s the right thing to say and offer.

He nods, downs his whiskey and gets ready for bed.

#stay tuned for another dream😘#dreamling #the sandman fanfiction #1989 au #teejay writes

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dragonrider9905 · 29 days

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Celebrating You!

Hi guys! I’ve been on here for a bit now and while I never had a follower goal, I do appreciate you guys who have decided to follow me! So now I’d like to celebrate you!

In light of TBB ending, and how much we'll be missing the boys, I thought this was as good as a time as ever!

Here’s the idea! I’m opening a prompt request for the dates of April 5th through May 5th, 2024 (you may start submitting now though!) and choose from the prompts below! You can choose one from each category, or just one category. It’s ok if it is just the prompt or the prompt and a brief idea. If you have a fun idea or prompt not listed, please share!

Rules: I only write SFW. I typically write for clones; I reserve the right to refuse requests which make me uncomfortable for whatever reason. I have had a few requests in the past that really unsettled me for various reasons. Or if I don't know the character. I'd hate to try to write something then upset the person because it is so ooc that it's cringy. (But if I said I would write your request and haven't yet, I just honestly haven't gotten to it :D I like to do well on the stories you guys entrust to me so it does take me a bit :D)

This is supposed to be fun so lets keep it fun!

You may submit as many requests as you'd like! The more the merrier!

Characters: Star Wars Clone Wars or The Bad Batch (as long as I know them. I know a lot of clones but alas, not all.)

Story genre:

Classic SW! (Pick an era if they exist in more than one if you wish)

AU of choice (modern, western, pirate, mermaid, time traveling, etc if I’m unfamiliar with the genre, I may have to change it or request more details)

Dialogue Prompts:

“Don’t go where I can’t follow.”

“If we’re going to do this we’ll need—“ “A plan?” “No! Code names! Cool ones!”

“I don’t need to be anything to you. I just want my life to mean more to you than my death.”

“You are playing a dangerous game without even a glimpse of the rule book.”

“I’ve never been terrified of death, til he set his sights on you.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” “Yeah, you’re not allowed to ask that in this situation.”

“Where’s your shoe?” “The giant mud puddle in the road demanded a sacrifice.”

“Love at first sight doesn’t exist.” “Then how else do I describe the feeling I got when I first saw you?” “You…love me?” “Apparently not, according to you.”

“A fate worse than death….” “They’re burnt cupcakes.”

“White paint has more color than your face.”

“Why is there a dragon in my fridge?” “It was hot.”

“Touch **, and you’re dead.”

“I am the law.”

“Do that again and I’ll throw you out the window. Wait, what are you doing?” “Checking how high the drop is; seeing if it’s worth it.”

“I’d rather have you hate me than loose you entirely.”

“I have a mission but don’t know what it is.” “Well that sounds incredibly counterproductive.”

“I would like to join you in acknowledging the difficulties in your life.” “You are the worst at this comforting thing.”

“I don’t know if you’re aware of this but I’m quite petite.” “Really? I had no idea in our twelve years of friendship that you’re shorter than I am.”

“But what is power?” “Loyalty.”

“Don’t you sign to me in that tone.”

“I’m with him/her for better or worse.” “It’ll probably be worse.” “I knew that the day I met him/her.”

"I'm sorry I tried to kill you." "It's fine, but next time you should try harder."

"C'mon, like I need an excuse to spend time with you."

"You're not as bad as everyone says you are."

"The only one who gets to kill you is me."

“blood loss”? well it’s not lost. I know exactly where it went. right over there.”

“How the mighty have fallen!” “It’s a dropped chocolate bar, stop being dramatic.”

“Shit, we’re gonna die” “Now I don’t want to hear that negative attitude, look on the bright side!” “Yay! We’re gonna die! Woo!”

“How do you do it?” “How do I do what?” “Pretend you are ok.” “I’m not pretending.” “Yes, you are. Every single day and it breaks my heart.”

“Hey, so I know things are pretty f**** shitty right now but I need you to breathe for me.” “Wha-wh-wh-” “You’re having a panic attack. It’s gonna be ok. Just breathe with me.”

“Please, my arms—I can’t wipe my tears, don’t let them see!”

"Smiles are contagious!" "Don't worry, I'm vaccinated."

"I don't want to get involved, it's too risky." "Please do it for me, you're the only one I can turn to." "It's not worth it. You really want to lose everything? 'cause I don't."

"Do you ever think of anyone other than yourself?" "No"---a long pause---"actually yes, at Christmas time"

"There is a reason I go through that door first, It's to make sure everyone else walks back out"

“I can’t leave you here!” “You can and you will.”

"OH! Are you alright? Are you alright?" "Apart from being trapped under here, and maybe suffering from broken bones and embarrassment beyond what I am capable of handling. . . I'm dandy, why do you ask?"

Oh no, are you alright? You're covered in blood!" "Yes, it's yours, Now will you please let me take you to the hospital?"

"What did love ever do anything for anyone anyway?"

"What the hell were you even thinking?!" "You told me not to think!"

"With love comes loss, that's part of the deal. Sometimes it hurts, but in the end, it was all worth it. There's no greater gift than love."

“'Temporary stitches' all stitches are temporary if you have a pair of scissors and aren’t a coward" "What do you....that better not mean what I think you mean......" "Am I just talking about sewing stitches or sutures too? Maaayyybe?" "NO! Absolutely not!"

"I made the calculations, and boy am I bad at math."

"It'll be over soon, I promise."

"Working together again, just like old times." "Well, not just like old times."

"I am many things but not your enemy."

Action Prompts:

Forehead kisses

Palm/hand kisses

Dramatic rain scene

Touching foreheads

Jealousy

Dancing

Last stand

Christmas/Life Day celebration

mistletoe

Accidental hand touch

First date

First kiss

Spending time with the family

Bad day cheering up scheme

Pranks

Going to a pet shop

Going to the movies

Always go after the girl

soft spoken person has loud, unnerving scream.

Lullabies

Nightmares

injury

amnesia

pretend/mistaken to be married/in a relationship

cooking

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mtfstuff · 1 year

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Tinder swindler

"Never thought I'd get married before you.", Chris said taking a picture of me.

"I just didnt have luck finding the right person.", I answered.

He gave me back my phone.

"You look good on the picture. You could use it for a dating account. It doesnt hurt to look somewhere else. I mean, I found my Will through Grindr.", he said.

"Yeah, maybe I should look into it."

"If you want to stay a virgin when you turn 28 in two months, no one will stop you."

"Hey! You know I lost it before you did."

He chuckled.

"I know."

That night I couldnt sleep. I always thought about what Chris told me.

I turned on my lamp and took out my phone. I installed Grindr and made myself a profile. I entered my name, height, weight, what I like and want and at last I added some pictures.

It didnt take long and my inbox was flooded. Many called me 'daddy' which was quite new for me. Most wanted to have me fuck them, let them worship me and move on but one message caught my eye.

A man called George. According to his profile he is 6,3ft, just like me and well build. He likes to bottom and is searching for a long time relationship.

He wrote 'you seem like a dream but I'm probably out of your league already'.

I answered 'You're definitely not out of my league'.

We started chatting and got to know each other. I felt connected to him immediately and we quickly agreed to go on a date next friday. We wrote each other every day.

It was finally friday afternoon and I got myself ready for my first date in a long time.

First I took a long shower.

I toweled myself dry and put on my boxer briefs. I left the bathroom and went to my wardrobe. I opened it and looked for a suit to wear.

I decided to wear a beige vest and pants with a light blue shirt and red tie. I slipped into my socks and stepped into the pants. I put on the shirt and buttoned it up before I tucked it into the pants. I tied my tie and put on the vest. I put on my watch and rings.

Now I had to choose a jacket and decided to go with a dark olive green one. I put it on and looked at my small collection of shoes.

I decided to go with my favorite pair of brown leather dress shoes.

I slowly slipped into them before lacing them. I loved them because they show little wear on the outside but they already molded themselves around my feet to fit perfectly as if they were custom made for me.

I took an uber and drove to the restaurant George and I agreed to date.

I sat at the table waiting for George to enter the building. I was staring at the front door, waiting to lay my eyes on his muscular frame.

I searched for him so much, that I didnt even looked at the chubby guy who entered and walked towards me.

He sat down and looked sheepishly at me.

"Hey Dean. Its awesome to meet you in person.", the man said.

I looked at him with big eyes. If he was George, I officially got catfished.

"Before you say anything or even stand up and leave, please let me tell you why I catfished you.", he continued. "The pictures on my profile are real only from 4 years ago. Shortly after I took them I had to get a big surgery on both of my legs and my right arm. I lost my muscles in no time as I couldnt go to the gym. You know, I'm sorry I did this to you but I lost so much confidence over the last few years and while I wrote to you, you were the nicest person I've ever met since then and I thought I had to take this chance. This chance to go on a date with one of the hottest men I've seen in my entire life."

He looked at me, probably waiting for my reaction but I couldnt speak it was as if someone was choking me.

"Please give me a chance. Only this date, I beg you. We can go separate ways after that, please.", he begged.

"Well,... I dont know what to say.", I finally got something out. "You lied pretty heavily in our chats now that I see you."

"I know, and I'm really sorry. I wanted to tell you but I thought that if I did you would never agree to meet me. I seem to be way out of your league."

"You dont know that.", I chuckled. "Only this date. And only because I dressed up for this."

"And you look marvelous!", he said.

"Thanks."

We started up a conversation and I was surprised how many things we really had in common. We talked, we laughed, we had dinner together. And maybe one, two drinks too much. We sat there together for more than 5 hours. The clock struck midnight and the restaurant wanted to close.

I wanted to call an uber for me and one for him, because he had paid for our complete dinner.

"I know you said only this date but maybe we could elongate this date by going to my apartment.", George asked.

Maybe I was too drunk to say no or I was somewhat attracted to him, I didnt know.

"Yeah, why not.", I answered. "I'm craving a relief right now."

"I can do that for you, I promise.", he smiled.

We called an uber and drove to his apartment. We entered the elevator and when the door closed, he pulled my face down to his. He began to kiss me passionately and I didnt push him away. The elevator rang and he pushed me out the door. I stumbled into a huge foyer, connecting multiple huge doors.

"You didnt tell me you had the suite of this building.", I said.

"Its not the suite but the penthouse.", he answered.

I turned around trying to soak it all in.

"Impressed?", he asked.

"Yeah, quite a bit."

He chuckled.

I turned around to see that he already had undressed himself quite a bit. He only wore his suit pants.

He pushed me into the bedroom. It felt like it was bigger than my whole apartment and on the far wall stood a huge king-sized bed. He pushed me ontop of it.

"You want some champagne?", he asked.

"Yeah, sure."

He opened the bottle that stood next to the bed and filled to glasses. He gave me one and we toasted. It didnt took long and the complete bottle was empty. I felt dizzy but it felt great.

"May I undress you Dean?", George asked.

"Sure.", I answered.

He slowly unlaced my right shoe and slipped it off my foot. He stuck his nose inside my shoe and took a deep breath.

"It smells so manly. I wish I would smell so good.", he said.

He unlaced my other shoe and sniffed it too. He let out a quiet moan. I wiggled my toes in my socks. To get his attention.

He pulled them off slowly and smelled them too.

"I love your style Dean. I mean I couldnt pull of these striped socks with those hot, hot, brown dress shoes.", he said taking another sniff of my socks.

"Well you can put them on to see if you can.", I said.

I dont know why I said it but I still did it. It felt like a slight layer of fog was clouding my mind.

George seemed happy as he pulled my socks over his own bare feet. He wiggled his toes inside them before he stepped into my dress shoes. He laced them up and looked at himself in the mirror next to the bed.

"Not so bad, isnt it?", I said.

It honestly didnt look too bad at him, but you could immediately see that my socks and shoes were a size too small for his body mass. His ankles swole over the edge of the shoes and you could see where the socks ended beneath his pants.

George continued undressing me. He slipped my watch off my wrist and my rings off my fingers. He took off my green jacket and beige vest before he untied my red tie.

He ran his hands over my light blue shirt feeling my muscles beneath before he unbuttoned it. He went down to my beige dress pants and pulled them off. I was now laying before him only wearing my black boxer briefs.

I thought he would yank them off of me but instead he took my suit and carefully hung it up. He turned around and laid himself next to me. He played with the waist band of my boxer briefs.

"Now you can undress me.", George said.

I opened the laces of my shoes and pulled them off, together with my socks. After that I slowly opened his belt and dress pants. As I pulled them down I was surprised by his hard dick swinging towards me.

"No underpants, what a surprise!", I said.

He chuckled.

"It has always brought me luck not wearing one.", he said.

He threw his pants to the ground and eagerly pulled my boxer briefs away.

"Its even bigger than I've imagined.", he said taking my erect dick into his hands.

He started going down on it and it felt amazing. His warm, soft lips engulfed my dick and his tongue played with the tip. I started twitching as he started sucking.

"That should be enough lube.", George said leaving my dick. "I want you inside of me."

"When you state that so nice, turn around."

He turned around and I slowly inserted my dick into his loose hole.

I started thrusting and it didnt take long until George started moaning.

"This feels so good!", he said.

I thrusted back and forth, my body already covered in sweat , loosening his hole even further.

After some minutes I felt I'm close to cumming.

"I'm close, I'll pull out.", I said.

"No, please, dont.", George said clenching his cheeks. "I want your pretty boy seed inside me."

That brought me over the edge. I shot string, after string of thick, white cum into his hole. We both moaned in sync. I, because I had my orgasm and him because he loved the feeling.

It felt like more than 10 minutes until I stopped shooting my load inside of George. I collapsed ontop of him, feeling my dick slipping out of his hole, covered in my own cum.

George turned me on my back and cleaned my dick by licking it clean. He laid down next to me and started playing with my sensitiv nipples.

"You are so incredibly hot.", George said.

I started moaning because he hit the sweet spot with my nipples. After one of my biggest orgasms this somewhat felt like torture.

"Can I fuck you?", he suddenly asked. "I have condoms if you want."

I started winding around.

"Yes, if you stop playing with my nipples, please.", I moaned.

I didnt fully realise what I agreed to until he stopped playing. He leaned over me to open the drawer next to the bed.

He took out a condom and pulled it over his dick.

He got off the bed and pulled me towards the edge. He took my muscular legs onto his shoulders and pushed his dick inside my ass.

It hurt at first.

"Is this your first time?", he asked.

I groaned in agreement.

He started thrusting slowly but increased the speed fast. My pecs jiggled with every thrust just like his belly. It didnt take long until I heard him squirm.

"I'm close to cumming.", he moaned.

"Then pull out.", I said panting.

"No need, I'm wearing a condom."

He started to twitch until he let out a loud moan.

I suddenly felt a strange warmth filling my ass.

"Dude, I think your condom broke.", I said pulling my ass off of his dick.

"Oh god, sorry. I'm really, really sorry.", he answered.

"Its okay, I'm just so sleepy all of a sudden."

"Well, make yourself comfortable then.", he said gesturing towards the bed.

I crawled under the blanket and curled myself together. I suddenly felt cold and started to shiver.

I felt how George crawled under the blanket too. I felt how his belly touched my back while he put his arm over my side, placing his hand on my abs. Shortly after that I fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning and I felt my stomach grumble. I turned from side to side and felt funny.

"Man I feel bloated after yesterdays dinner...", I whispered to myself.

My crotch started to itch. I moved my right arm to scratch it as I noticed something weird. My belly was in the way of scratching my crotch.

I opened my eyes and was devastated. What I saw wasnt my hard earned body. I didnt see my abs, pecs, muscular arms, tattoos and muscular legs, but a fat body.

It didnt took long for me to realize that this was Georges body. I looked next to me, thinking I would find my body there sleeping but I was sitting on this bed alone.

I looked around the room searching for him but he wasnt there. I stood up looking for some clothes but Georges suit from yesterdad was nowhere to be found as well as my own clothes. I looked inside the wardrobe and only found a bathrobe.

I slipped it on and left the bedroom to search for my body.

It wasnt in the foyer and I made my way out onto the terrace. I found it there sitting on the couch, fully dressed in my clothes from yesterday evening, touching itself.

"How did this happen!", I shouted at it.

"Good morning Dean. How are you?", it asked.

I shivered when I heard my deep, dark voice.

"George? Is that you?", I asked bewildered.

"Who else should it be."

"How did this happen? We cant stay like this!"

"Why not? I mean, I'm stunning now."

"So you dont want your life back? Even if not, you cant force your life uppon me!"

"In fact, I do not want it back. I mean, I was the one who swapped our bodies."

"What do you mean 'you were the one'?"

"Remember the champagne we had before yesterdays makeout session? Yeah, it was a special one. It took a very long time to get it here from the deep darks of the internet. And then I only needed a hot hunk to drink it with and to have each others cum inside us."

"Wait...you broke the condom on purpose to swap with me? Why even me? Why even swap to begin with. Your muscles still have your workout memory. It wouldnt have been too hard to get your muscles back!"

He stood up and leaned against the wall. I only now noticed how much taller my body is compared to Georges.

"I'll do this in order. Yes, i did it on purpose. Because you are honestly one of the hottest men I've seen. I mean, that trimmed beard, the handsome face, the muscles, the tattoos, the suits. And those pictures werent really me. Those are my cousin, he always had the better genetics while looking similar. I always had a crush on people like him: big, strong, muscular. And with your body I can finally get a boyfriend like that!"

"You've done all of that just to have a chance of getting a hunk as a boyfriend? You know you coild get that in this body too!?"

"Dont try to trick me! No one wanted to date me when I had a profile with real pictures of myself."

"But I gave you a chance. What if I wanted to be your boyfriend George? "

I could see his dick twitch in my pants.

"You want to?", he asked.

"Yesterday was one of the best nights of my life.", I answered.

He walked around me and put his arms around my waist.

"So you'll be my boyfriend?", George asked.

I got goosebumps feeling his breath on my neck. I smelled the perfume and aftershave from my body. And it smelled incredible.

His hands opened my bathrobe and started to massage my fat breasts. He slowly moved down onto my belly and kneaded it before starting to stroke my dick.

It was pure pleasure and my knees went weak. I fell onto my knees and George sat down onto the couch again.

I turned at him and he held his foot in front of me.

"Worship me George!", he said.

And how I wanted to worship him. I felt the need to serve this muscular man before me.

I started licking the brown leather top of my former shoes. I pulled it off of his foot and smelled it. It smelled great, like leather and manly sweat.

I pushed my dick inside the shoe and wanted to shoot a load into it when I came back to my senses.

"No! This isnt right! I wont serve my own body. It is mine and I demand you to give it back!", I shouted.

"Thats sad. I had hoped that the seduction would let you forget who you really are.", he said.

"You are a horrible person George! You steal my body and then try to make me forget myself?! Even when I would still have my body I wouldnt want to be your boyfriend anymore. You are just sick!", I screamed.

"I want to propose a deal to you.", he said calm. "You can have your body back, but only when you get a hunk to date you in my body."

"Deal!"

"Good. I'll give you three weeks to accomplish it. If you dont, I'll make you my slave and you'll worship your own body forever."

He stood up again and left the terrace. I followed him.

"Oh, before I forget. You'll get some of my memories in the next hours. Phone pin, where I hid my clothes, credit card pin, where my car and house keys are et cetera.", he continued.

I looked at him speechless.

"Yes, I also have your memories. And not only a few like you will, I know what you know.", je chuckled. "I'll go home now and test this body to the fullest. So make sure you get a date to get this back!"

He pointed to himself, then entered the elevator.

"See you in three weeks."

He waved at me as the elevator doors closed.

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Follow George exploring his new body (coming soon)

Follow Dean trying to find a date (coming soon)

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chalk-prnce · 1 year

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You sure we're out of their sight?

in which you can't admit that you like komaeda, let alone liking a boy. warnings ; internalised homophobia, breakdowns male reader x komaeda nagito

im so sorry for never posting! i forgot all about this account and focussed on my ao3 account! but im here now so, enjoy that "Car lights" fanfic i promised but a different title.

The sun had already set, a premature twilight settling over the horizon as you stared out with the entire universe on your shoulders. Perhaps you should be more glad to get away from the city for a bit, even if you were only about 20 minutes away. Your friends proposed to all go out tonight, but you refused. You can't function properly if you don't figure yourself out and quick.

Sand crunched under your shoes as you breathed a hissing intake of air- it wasn't the best day for you today. You had drove to the nearest sea shore after a long day of battling your own disgust to something you'd rather not name. Even labelling it was shameful but tempting. If you say it aloud, usually it confirms it in your mind. For example- saying how much you love watching shitty sitcoms that you found hilarious when you were about 10 at the age of 17 going on 18 kind of seals the deal on it. A verbal contract- a shameful confirmation.

Your tank was about one fifth filled up, and you were running on fumes of hope that it would still be able to take you to the nearest gas station after you're finished brooding. Even after being here for what felt like days, you still hadn't been able to figure yourself out. What are you really even freaking out over? What is your problem? Your dilemma?

Komaeda Nagito.

About a couple months ago, you two had met in the library on not the most friendly terms. However over time, you somehow managed to look past it and you two kept coming back to that same spot in the same library.

"..Pride and Prejudice.." The ivory boy mumbled, sitting beside you as he leaned against his elbow on the table. "..You've truly never read this before? It's such a famous piece of literary artwork. One of the most famous actually.. Makes sense that someone so painfully average like you wouldn't know that."

He talks so much to you for someone who despises the very precense of the Reserve Course. "...Shut up, of course I knew about it- I just never found it interesting so I blew off reading it."

You both scoff at eachother before sliding the book into the middle of the table and read it together, pointing out small bits of the book every now and then.

"..I'd never fall for someone like Mr Darcy.. So cold.. so cruel. Even for money- seriously! That'd fuck me up."

"..Well- I'd assume you wouldn't fall for someone like him- he's a boy." He let out a small laugh through his sentence- pushing you out of your thoughts. You couldn't believe you let that slip.

"Right- nah, I'm just saying y'know. If I was a girl and liked guys, I'd never choose him." A slight awkward silence ensues after that awful slip up from you. It's only after a whole chapter does Komaeda begin to speak again.

"Would you though?"

"Would I what?"

"..You know, date a boy?"

You fiddle with the corner of the pages, sucking on your teeth before breathing out a small string of words. "..Relationships are tiring." Is all you can pull out from your mouth before going back to reading. It was an nice way of getting out of the topic. You could've easily said no- but for some reason you remained vague.

"..That's not answering my question. Are you seriously that incompetent?" He sneered before leaning his hand on the seat of your chair, his head lulled to the side of both of you. "..Don't answer that actually, I know you are that incompetent." It was hard to tell in that moment if Komaeda was against the idea of homosexuality or not- he was always mixed signals. You open your mouth to say something; but now he was much closer, you could feel that sultry voice vibrate down your ears, and so you close your mouth and stay silent.

"..You've gone quiet. Are you truly that stumped by my question?" He hummed, chills now digging it's needles into your back. "..I suppose it is quite the hard question, even for an Ultimate it could stump them." That's a weird thing to say, especially from the suspicious implications.

"..You talk too much. Just keep reading." Is all you breathe out before you flip the page over and Komaeda shifts back away from your chair. The moment ends.

But it wasn't even the fact that he was in a much higher position than you- a high standing pedestal than your excuse for being a "symbol". Perhaps you're over reacting about the wrong thing. Komaeda had a reputation for despising all reserve course's to the core. A more filthier piece of trash than him (if that was possible in his mind.) The purest scum of the Earth. You should be running for life, and you would if you were in the most rational state of mind. But you're quite obviously not. He's going to eat you alive but god you wonder how it'd be if you did so first. Laying back onto the hood of your car, you shriek out a loud groan and grip at your hair in frustration. You don't know exactly why you're so stressed over him, someone who's merely a friend. Barely, actually- more like civil accquantainces who had common interests and that was all. He despised being seen in public with you; if his classmates ever walked into the library whilst you two were there, he would quickly but quietly shuffle to another nearby table.

In the earlier months of your accquantainceship, you would've scoffed and insulted him after they left. But now, you simply look at them crowd around as they ask how Komaeda is before leaving. You felt like a frog amongst swans, something so dirty and unfitting to be with.

Silver glints of the moon fracture over the tides, the serene scenery surrounding you was ethereal, a song for the eyes. You've been here for about 5 hours, sitting in different positions all whilst rubbing your temples or banging your forehead onto your knees. It's getting harder to ignore this, to ignore him. Why are you here? You want to go home, but it feels like an obligation to stay and sort this out before you begin to lose your head. You'd honestly rather cut off your wings so that you can not fly into the sun but rather fall into the mighty blue beasts teeth than confront these ghastly thoughts of yours. Komaeda, Komaeda, Komaeda. You've never felt more stress over a name such as his. You should be cast to the wolves for these thoughts. But what thoughts? Your head does not contain blasphemies and your mouth has not committed any heresies. So why are you so troubled? Perhaps you do know, but if you even dare mention it you'd finally commit said heresy you so very feared. You can't say it. You won't dare think it. You refuse. You won't do it.

But you can't stop- you've already done it. You imagine how perfectly your arms would fit around him, how easily your hands could mold together and your eyes would easily find the pearls of the deep dark in eachother's irises, how wonderfully your lips would fit like a jigsaw.

You can't remember exactly how you became enamoured by him. Perhaps it was when you accidentally let your stare linger longer than you intended. That day, Komaeda brought in a book that you could only find via an online bookstore due to it being quite a strange piece. Turns out, he was absolutely infatuated with it, and rambling about it came easy to him.

"..The Book Of Disquiet is quite the interesting read- it was never finished, but it's easy to get how the book ends. The heteronyms that Pessoa created for it was intentionally made to be...boring. I've done alot of research on him- he really delves into the whole "Terrible Paradox of Self Awareness" topic- noting to the reader that writing and doing and saying is all completely meaningless yet continues to write, do and say things." The Lucky Student trails off, flicking back and forth to pages of his notes page he did on the portugese author, explaining and going through each little bit.

You absorbed it in like a sponge- his voice was calming and his eyes were soft as he looked at the pages like it was a puppy. His hair was falling perfectly down his face and spilling onto his shoulders, his eyes shining with a glimmer you've only seen in the stars. Komaeda's beauty could never be put to justice through photos. Not even paintings could immortalise his visage- a night sky within his eyes and the sun within his soul. It was as if you were in an trance. There was a subtle breeze in your imagination as you stared- that was until you realised that was because Komaeda was waving his hand infront of your face.

"..Hello? Are you alright?" That was a first. He doesn't ask that often. "..You seem pretty out of it. It is quite warm in here.."

"..No. I'm fine. Keep reading." And the moment ends.

In your dreams, you described it as simple infatuation, but in reality it was not as airy and feather-light as that. In your nightmares, you described it as a deadly desire, but in reality it was not as short-lived and capricious as that. But to call it anything else in your own conscious mind? You'd rather be ripped from your organs.

But you don't want to keep thinking about it. You don't think you can do it any longer in this swealtering heat of the night. It was humid, but it barely felt like any air was being circulated around the Earth. One last sigh leaves you before you get up from your indented place in the sand and wander off to your car. It was an alright car, not the best and it was used by alot of past owners but it was the best you could get at your age. You pull out your keys and make sure to shake and jingle them a bit just so you can hear the clacking against them, hoping it'd snap you out of whatever this was. Opening the door and slamming it once you're inside, you push your keys into the engine and twist. Your car moans and groans several times, and you could've sworn you felt your heart shoot down to your gut. Your repeated attempts to twist your keys and turn on the engine are almost ridiculed by the curdling screams of the exhaust. Oh, come on. How did this happen? You take great care of your car! Not a single scrape or dent or even a mere collision with any other vehicle. What happened?

Ah. Right. Your tank- it was only one fifth full. Shit.

Well, now you're stuck at this beach with more rocks than grains of sand. His luck is rubbing off on you. Great, there you go again! You always just have to find some way to mention his name even in the most dire situations. What's wrong with you? A loud bang clanks against the hood of your car from the hail that was now pouring down, mocking you as you replicate those bangs onto your steering wheel from your forehead. Atleast you had shelter from it. But you had no money to call a repair work, and almost all of your friends were out for tonight. Oh, but who else is in your contacts that IS free?

Komaeda Nagito.

You fully groan at his name, your hands dragging the skin of your face up and down. Do you really have to resort to this? It's either him or you stay in the hail with your car as shelter on a school night. God, and who knows how many assignments you probably have to do right now? You feel like crying. You end up crying.

Hot blobs of salt run down your cheeks as you feel the overwhelming sense of dread. Nothing was going right for you today, nothing at all. Your bones feel heavy in your skin, your eyes straining to keep up with the amount of tears leaving you. Your car has no gas, it's hailing loudly and you're caught between the tides of pain and rapture as you stare at his contact on your phone. You hadn't even figured out the reason of why you are here. Maybe that's for the best. It'd be more awkward to face Komaeda if you had figured it out- but does that mean you most likely know what's wrong with you then? Are you in denial?

"...Hello?" His gravally voice seeps through the audio output.

"..Komaeda, can you come pick me up? My car broke down at the beach- I can't get home and I have no money to call repair services." Your voice is cracking and crumbling as you call, your hands occupied with either your phone or holding the wheel. All you hear is a groan that interrupts a 5 second silence. "..Please- after this I'll never call again, I promise-" All you hear is a beep. He hung up. What did you expect? Why would he ever come and help someone as pathetic as you?

You fall back into your seat, hands dragging your face again before you grumble to yourself under your breath. Why do you care so much? His attention burns your skin and his precense warms your nerves. You could practically melt at the thought of him. This isn't right. It just isn't right at all. It's disgusting, it should be illegal to feel like this for another man. You feel ashamed like you've committed murder. Being burnt at the stake would be a worthy punishment for this. Oh but the more you deny and refute this, refute him, the more you can't push these feelings down. It's all you're thinking about.

So now you're stuck here and potentially broken what little bit of friendship you had with Komaeda. Great work. Aren't you just the most intelligent man alive?

You huff it out in large and saltier blobs of misery, soon letting your exhausted eyes fall heavy. You're sitting in your car, hail now slowing as you drift off into probably one of the modt uncomfortable positions possible. In your dreams you envision a timeline where perhaps one of you were a girl instead, and loving eachother wouldn't need to be so compromising. Or perhaps a timeline where loving another boy wouldn't be compromising.

Soon enough, you're awoken by loud thuds and thumps against your window, you can barely make out what it is banging your window due to how much more the rain was pouring down now. A loud groan leaves your throat before you roll down the window, and your eyes finally open fully. That frizzy tuff of white cotten, now flattened by the rain is all too familiar for you. You stare at it. But not at his eyes.

Komaeda Nagito.

You both stare at eachother, stoic yet painful words were folded into the corners of eachother's eyes. It's been about 10 seconds you've been staring at eachother through your car window.

"..."

"..You truly are so incompetent, aren't you?"

What?

"..Driving all this way and you didn't even think to fill up your tank. On top of that, you call me of all people to solve this pathetic problem of yours and you're not even going to say a thing to me when I arrive."

He came here? But he hung up?

"..Are you blind? Are you deaf? Hello??" Komaeda sneers at you, grimacing at you. It's hard to see eachother through the rain.

"...you came."

He shuts up at that, and despite the rain, you can see his eyes soften. "..I did. You called me, you sounded.. stressed. So I came." But why?

"..I don't why I did. It was like I needed to. It doesn't make sense." He sighs before looking away. You narrow your eyes slightly, softening them too before you get out of your car and closing the door behind you, leaning against the soaked metal.

At this point, the only source of light came from your car lights, blaring from it's home to display all the droplets of rain that passed it. "..What happened?" His voice was quieter than quiet. Despite the rain being louder, you could only hear him. "..You don't usually go out so late. I thought your friends invited you out?"

"..You paid attention to that?" He nods. "I just needed to figure something out." He hums.

"..Well, have you?" You shake your head.

"..Maybe I can help. What is it you're troubling yourself with?" You huff.

Both of you wander over to the hood of your car, sitting ontop of it. "I can't tell you. I'd honestly rather die than do so. You'd rip me to shreds."

"What? Are you striving to become an Ultimate or something? It couldn't be that bad." You scoff and lay back onto your hood.

"..Remember that conversation we had a couple weeks back? You asked if I'd ever.."

"..Date a boy?" You nod. "..What about it?"

It takes a lot of courage to continue this conversation. "..What would.. what do you- think? Would you ever date one?" He shrugs. "Probably. Why? What does this have to do with anything?" How dense can someone be?

But that gives you a little something. He might.

"..Put two and two together you fucking moron." At this point, you're getting tired of running away. Your feet are calloused with how much you've ran away from this problem of yours. You need to decide it now.

You glance over at his face and you see no malice in his visage. Perhaps he isn't here to taunt you. He's probably trying to understand what you meant. "..Ah." Is all he says before laying back onto the hood with you. "Whatever you decide for that, despite how..painfully filthy you are... I'll support you."

He heaves alot during that sentence. Maybe it's due to the rain or maybe it just took too much out of him to try to be nice to you. You both look up, squinting through the rain. "..How long have you been out here?"

"..About.. 8 hours..? I don't know. I needed to find some space." Komaeda hums in agreement as he combs his strands back. "Fair enough. But you might catch a cold." That's new. "Since when did you care, Main course?" You could just about hear the small chuckle under his breath.

This all felt like some strange peace treaty between you two. It was no longer insults but rather it felt like light-hearted jokes. Like you two had known each other forever. "Would you rather me let you out to die from pneumonia?" You laugh and shake your head. Your laughter simmers down and you both look at each other, you hadn't looked at him for the entire time. Looking at him almost made you sob. You don't know if you can do this.

"So... what made you start... thinking of this whole liking boys thing?" He asks with a careful tone, talking to you at this moment felt like a delicate activity. You can't tell him that. You just shrug.

"So you pull me all the way out here, just so we can lay in the rain on your hood?" You smile at that but you shake your head. "..I don't think I can tell you why. I don't want to ruin this." You gesture to the little space between you two. "It's taken me so long to just say I potentially like...boys. I feel like I should be atoning for this."

"No shame in liking guys. You don't need to tell me why then," You thank him with your silence, ", Any guys you like right now though?" You slap his shoulder and he puts both hands up in the air with a smirk. "What? It's a genuine question!"

Eyes roll as you simply return to looking up at the crying sky. "Perhaps. Do you?" He shrugs. "Perhaps."

"You can't just copy my answer. Give me something here."

"You're not giving me a thing here. How about we both give small hints?" It's a good idea and so you agree. "Hair colour?" God that is the worst question. He'll easily tell who it is then. "That's way too obvious!" A small huff leaves him before he goes back to thinking. "Hm, fine.. which course is he in?"

The thing is, you don't know anyone else in the Main Course other than him and Kazuichi. He was your neighbour for a long time and you two grew close as friends. But he didn't know that, did he? "..Main Course." You awaited a scoff or a remark of how you don't deserve to love anyone from the Main Course, but he just hums.

"..Would you like to know mine?"

It almost takes your entire being to not say yes so eagerly. He clicks his tongue in amusement.

"..Reserve."

There's a strange casual coolness in his voice, as if he hadn't just said something that completely shook you to your roots and make you question everything about him. This contradicted everything about him! What kind of weird enemies-to-lovers experience did he have?

"..Shocking, I know. Seems like we're in similar situations, unfortunately." Komaeda remarks, however he has a smirk on his face that gives you a bad feeling that he knows. Maybe you should give in to defeat.

"..Don't you hate us? Why would you ever want to love one of us?" Your inquiry is the one to make him finally scoff. "..I never wanted to. But I had to accept it soon enough, I have enough things to eat away at me. I didn't need another." It felt slightly insulting but you got it. It was exactly like you and this gay situation. "..That's...fair enough. When did you finally accept it?"

"..About.. A month or two ago? I had let it waste away at me for about.. 4 months." 6 months. You've known him for 6 months.

"..Wow.. You've been in love with some dude ever since the day we met and you didn't bother to tell me? I'm honestly betrayed, Komaeda."

"Well I didn't exactly see you as a friend back then, did I?" That caught you off guard. "So that means you see me as a friend now?"

"Perhaps." That leaves a smile on your face.

You two stay out on your hood for another 5 minutes. It's getting cold. It's very late.

"..You figured it out yet?" His voice sounds less sultry, now it was more careful and smooth. You shrug.

Over the course of 5 minutes, 2 things went through your head. Should you just give in to defeat and tell him and potentially ruin everything or should you just say no and just get him to drive you two home and send a service for your car later? The latter sounds tempting. It's such a cursed mindset- it felt like a fruit from a poisonous tree. Your thoughts were fickle between the decisions of defeat and stubborness. All your troubling thoughts brutally clawed at your face and brain, infecting it like your brain was filled with scorpions. Your tolerance was beginning to simmer and sizzle. Perhaps you thought about it too much. Maybe you're overthinking. What if you gave in to defeat and he rejects you? It was all for nothing. But he doesn't owe you that affection just because you came out to him within the same day. Why can't you decide? Why won't you hurry up? Why, why, why?-

Your thoughts silence. His lemon grass eyelashes fluttered at you like rare butterflies in the spring morning. You take one more breath.

"I like a boy from the Main Course. I can.. confirm that now. I'm not the most.. okay with that fact but.. I can't let it eat me away aswell." You smile weakly at him. Looking into Komaeda's eyes, you can see glints of a smile in them. He seems proud of you.

"But I... uh.. don't think he likes me back." He cocks his head slightly to the side. "Why do you say that?" This might also give it away.

But your rational reasoning had been long gone from your brain ever since you started crying and screaming on a beach in a broken down car.

"He doesn't exactly like Reserves." You cover your mouth to giggle as if you just told someone the dumbest secret ever. His eyebrow raises at you. "Oh?"

Oh.

Shit.

"..Aha.. Ahhhhh... Yeah. What about your Reserve Crush? Does he like Main Courses?"

"No. He always scoffs when he sees me."

"I would too." You already do.

"Why wouldn't he like you though? Despite how painfully average you are... You're quite stunning in the moonlight. And somehow you're able to make me laugh everyday." You are quite the comedic genius.

"Because I'm no Ultimate. I've heard the way he talks about the Ultimates and I'm never going to live up to that. I wish I could. I always wonder if I'm ever going to."

"Maybe he's let go of that aspect of hatred from you." He suggests, looking over at you. "..Maybe he sees you as something even more." It's your turn to raise an eyebrow. "..How would you know that?"

"My luck is that of the stars. I might be right." Komaeda winks before staring deeper into your eyes.

"My troubles lie exactly with if he'll like me or not right now, and supposedly your luck will help me?" He shrugs. You two have become ever so much more closer on your hood, sitting upright. You two haven't made this long of eye-contact ever. You two haven't made this type of contact ever either. He's beautiful. You can feel his cold breath against you.

Over the course of your time together on your car with raining weeping onto you, Komaeda came closer for warmth and you came closer to try and hear his small tone. It's only become more apparent of how little space there was between you two. You have a strange feeling on where this is going with how close he is becoming.

"Are you scared?" You nod slightly. He probably noticed your eyes shake between his lips and the surroundings and back to his eyes.

"I feel like someone will see us."

"Through the car lights? I doubt it. Do you still want to deny yourself this? I can stop if you want." He backs away slightly as a demonstration, but you catch his shoulders and shake your head. "...There is nothing to run from. I'm not scared. I only have one more worry on my mind but... it's nothing you should be concerned about." And he smiles.

"Would you..let me answer your troubles?"

You're unsure of what he means, however you aren't given much of a chance to question him. You feel a cold pair of lips press against yours, and you feel complete. You two complete eachother, knocking their air out of eachothers lungs as you hold hands and kiss on your hood. "..Don't let them see my face." Is all you mumble through your muffled lips as you two, push eachother up against the car, holding eachother like life lines. "I don't know how to be without you." Komaeda mumbles back, digging his nimble hands into your hair.

It feels like fireworks as you finally break away and look at eachother. Your finger tips slowly trace to his knuckles, holding his hand tightly as you two continue to watch the tides rise and retreat.

"...Would.. would you.. like to go back now?" You nod. You two get off of the vehicle and enter Komaeda's. You leave with smiles and blushes between a silence.

The rain stopped at that very second.

#nagito x reader #danganronpa 2 x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #sdr2 x reader #danganronpa x reader #male reader #fanfiction

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evilwickedme · 1 year

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Top 10 worst Bruce dad moments?

So here's the thing. I'm not actually like. That well versed in the comics yet? Again like. Only been here for about six months. But I'll do my best anyway

10. Firing Dick

HE FIRED DICK FROM BEING ROBIN. THE NICKNAME HIS MOTHER GAVE HIM. THEN GAVE SAID NICKNAME TO ANOTHER CHILD. WHAT THE FUCK.

9. Steph as Robin

Honestly everything about this is a mess. I've only read a few pages from this arc but Tim quitting being Robin was a really difficult decision and Bruce's response was to give the job to Tim's sort-of-ex girlfriend and then treat her like crap. I believe it's canonically cause she reminded him too much of Jason, but that might just be the fandom's reading of the subtext; either way, if the shoe fits...

8. Telling Damian if he was there, Alfred wouldn't have died

What the FUCK, Bruce, that is your SON. COMFORT HIM FOR THE LOSS OF HIS GRANDFATHER

7. Robin!Tim in general

Listen intentional or not Tim is written as a character that has very much internalized needing to be useful being more important than anything else. His parents simply prioritize work over him point blank - his dad doesn't even remember his birthday, for God's sake - and Bruce simply like. Does not help with this. If anything he takes advantage of it. Tim needs to be loved unconditionally, like, STAT, like, that would fix 70% of his identity issues kinda STAT, and I'm not sure he's ever felt that with Bruce

6. Free space: any time he's hit one of his children that I don't know about

I once reblogged a post that detailed every time he hit Dick but that's long gone into the ether now, I can't find it. Anyway there's no excuse to hit your child. Don't fucking do it. They shouldn't hit you, either, doesn't make it ok for you to do if they've done it fyi. Batman can do non violent solutions, we know this, so fucking use those on your children.

5. Reviving the joker

I believe Dick isn't necessarily mad about not having murdered a man basically in cold blood, but I am. What the fuck, Bruce. You tried to kill him twice, you really wanna tell me you don't understand the urge and NEED to kill him??? And then you BRING HIM BACK TO LIFE??? Again. As I've said. What the FUCK

4. Killing Dick and sending him off to Spyral

Actually Dick shouldn't ever forgive Bruce for anything he's ever done to him ever. Have you seen the panels where they have this argument? His family GRIEVES him and for what!!!! For WHAT

(I understand Grayson itself is actually great I wouldn't know I haven't read it. Doesn't make what Bruce did okay tho. I'm also not sure I trust the positive reviews it's written by Tim Seeley and Tom King like......)

3. RHatO Rebirth #25

Penguin didn't fucking die. He didn't get shot in the face with a real bullet. You don't beat your son half to death to the point where he needs to be RESCUED from you - actually no need to qualify that sentence with the intended "over something that didn't actually happen", you simply don't beat your son half to death, should be a no brainer and YET

2. UTRH end scene

Heartbreaking. We all know at this point. Batarang to the throat. Chooses the Joker over Jason. It's enough to make a fully grown (25 next month) man (eh) cry (I mean. Yeah)

1. INTENTIONALLY TRIGGERING JASON

See here for the ask where I talked about this (and which is presumably the ask that led to this anon). Taking Jason to Ethiopia with no warning when he's cooperating anyway just to intentionally trigger him in order to try to get Damian back to life when you never did anything like that for Jason? Holy fucking shit, you know? Just betrayal after betrayal after betrayal

Anyway I'm sure this list is missing some major moments and I'd love to know what I forgot about or, more likely, simply don't know about! I love a well written good dad!Bruce fic but lbr that's just not what he's like in canon. Calling him a mixed bag as a father figure is an understatement

#batfam #batman #bruce wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #stephanie brown #damian wayne #utrh #rhato #dc #gail speaks #ask #anonymous #don't ask me what the top ten good dad moments are #I'll just list Bruce trying to kill the Joker in a death in the family ten times #dc meta

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alyswritings · 2 years

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Tommy

Request: Helloo I do not know whether you have done this before but could you perhaps write about Tom Holland and his sister (who is ten years younger than him) who are the closest of the siblings and the others being jealous…?

Tom Holland x sister!reader

Summary: Tom and Y/N are closest, earning some jealousy from the other brothers.

Warnings: brothers being jealous, really just fluff

a/n: thank you for the request @lokisgoddessofwar!! sorry it took forever to get out! hope everybody enjoy!!

(gif not mine)

When Y/N was born, the brothers were excited to have another sibling. Well, since Paddy was two, he wasn't super excited since he didn't get the big deal. Tom and the twins weren't sure how to feel about getting a little sister since they kind of wanted another brother. But after she was born, they were excited and couldn't wait for her to get older so she could play with them like Paddy was starting to be able to.

After she started getting older, the four brothers all enjoyed teaching her new things and being there for milestones. When she was old enough, they helped her learn how to swim, ride a bike, tie her shoes, and whatever else she was interested in learning if they could help her, they would.

For whatever reason, Y/N always gravitated towards Tom the most ever since she was a baby. Whenever she would cry as a baby, the only one aside from Nikki to calm her down was Tom. Her first steps were even her walking to Tom.

Given the small age difference, everybody figured that Y/N and Paddy would be the closest. But despite the ten year age difference, she finds most comfort in Tom, always wanting to be around him.

"Tommy! Tommy!" Four year old Y/N runs to her fourteen year old brother. The Holland family are in Thailand while Tom films The Impossible.

"What, love?" Tom looks down at her, the girl hugging his leg.

"Can you help me look for shells?" Y/N asks.

"I thought the twins were helping you." Tom says.

"They started finding crabs. I don't like crabs. They pinch and they're scary." Y/N says.

"Okay, Y/N/N. Come on." Tom grabs her hand, dragging her down the beach to resume her search for seashells.

The two continue their search, finding a good amount, Tom carrying most of them for his toddler sister.

"Why does she always go to you?" Harry complains.

"Because you two scare her away with grabs." Tom retorts. Both twins roll their eyes.

- - -

When Tom started leaving more for filming and the rest of the family didn't often go with him, Y/N was always pretty sad while he was gone. While he was away, she would call him at any possible time. Whenever he came home, she'd give him the biggest hug and refuse to leave his side until he had to leave again.

"Where's Tommy?" Y/N asks Sam who is in the kitchen cooking.

"He's outside with Tess. What do you need?" Sam asks the eleven year old.

"I want my hair braided." Y/N informs the eighteen year old.

"I can do it." Sam offers.

"You're cooking. I was looking for Tom, anyway." Y/N says, quickly making her way to the backyard.

"I was looking for Tom anyway." Sam quietly mimics in a higher pitched voice. "You have other brothers." He grumbles.

"What's up?" Harry walks in, Paddy close behind.

"You guys ever get jealous of Tom and Y/N?" Sam asks.

"Yes." Harry nods.

"Occasionally, I guess." Paddy shrugs.

"She's aware we're also useful, right?" Sam asks.

"It's not like she never comes to us. She just prefers Tom." Harry says. "Besides, don't you spend a lot of time with her when me and Tom are away?"

"I guess that's true." Sam mumbles. "Can you two leave now, then?"

"Nice try." Harry quips.

- - -

Sam, Harry, and Paddy watch as Tom and Y/N play air hockey, her choosing Tom over them to play against.

"You know, you think I'd be use to the favoritism fifteen years later." Harry says.

"It's not favoritism. It's a close bond." Paddy counters.

"Which equals favoritism." Sam argues.

"Unless he pisses her off." Harry continues.

"Yeah, I know." Paddy mumbles.

"I mean, I can see her not wanting to play with Sam. You are a sore loser." Harry says.

"I am not!" Sam protests.

"You hit Tom with the air hockey paddle one time." Harry reminds.

"Shut up." Sam grumbles, remembering the event. "That was years ago."

"Well, still happened." Paddy says making Sam shove him.

"Hey." They look up to see Tom and Y/N walk over, Tom's arm around Y/N's shoulders and a bright grin on her face.

"I won." Y/N informs, the proud grin on her face getting even wider.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Tom lightly rolls his eyes, gently shoving her head away making her laugh.

"Least you didn't hit me with the puck or anything." Y/N says.

"Will you guys ever let that go?" Sam groans.

"No." The other four answer making the second oldest roll his eyes.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." Y/N says before going to the restroom.

"What's got you three so gloomy?" Tom asks.

"Nothing." The younger three grumble in unison.

"Yeah, no, it... it really seems like you guys are living the life." Tom sarcastically remarks.

"Shut it, Tom." Harry spares a small glare at his older brother.

"What did I do?" Tom quietly chuckles, giving them a confused look.

"You're her favorite." Paddy pouts.

"That's not my fault." Tom insists. "Besides, if it bothers you so much talk to her about. Don't sit and pout and let the green eyed monster control you."

"But then she's gonna know." Harry complains.

"Mm. Yeah, bummer. Cool, well, then spend the rest of our lives being pouty babies because she prefers coming to me for stuff." Tom says.

"Even if we told her, you'd still be the favorite." Sam says.

"Favorite what?" Y/N asks, walking over.

"Nothing." The twins and Paddy immediately answer, Y/N giving them a suspicious look.

"They're jealous I'm your favorite brother." Tom informs.

"Tom!" The other three protest.

"For how long?" Y/N asks.

"Sixteen years." Harry quietly answers after a few moments.

"Wha-- you just-- did you just accept it or... are you, like, silently suffering?" Y/N asks.

"Both?" Sam answers, but it sounds like a question.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" Y/N chuckles.

"Because it'd be awkward." Sam says.

"And you might think we're babies." Harry adds.

"I don't wanna talk about feelings. Gross." Paddy grimaces.

"I'm sorry if I made you feel... I don't know, not super liked or anything. I do love you guys. Tommy just... he was always the nicest when we were little. And he handled crying better than any of you. He was less reluctant to play dolls and dress up."

"I played with you all the time." Sam insists.

"For like twenty minutes. Tom would play as long as I wanted to." Y/N says.

"Interesting given he was a teenager when you were at the age of dress up and Barbies." Paddy says.

"See? I'm just the best brother." Tom smirks, wrapping his arm around Y/N again.

The other three start protesting, the four brothers beginning to bicker.

"Okay, okay, hey. Hey!" Y/N calls, getting them to stop. "Relax. I love you all, I'll start spending more time with you guys, just... chill out."

"Is he actually your favorite?" Harry asks, pointing to Tom.

"Usually." Y/N admits. The other three protest as Tom grins. "Okay, okay, but... Pads, you're my favorite video game buddy. Harry, you're a good photographer teacher. And your curls are the bounciest." She smiles, gently tugging on one of his curls and watching it bounce.

"And Sammy..." She goes next to the brunette, wrapping her arm around his waist. Sam lightly wraps his arm around her. "You give the best hugs. Well... maybe you're tied with Tommy. But you always cook my favorite foods which I appreciate."

"Hey! You said you love my hugs most!" Tom pouts.

"I just said you guys were tied." Y/N says.

"Ha! You have to compete for something." Sam smiles, Tom mocking him.

"Piss off." Tom shoves his brother who laughs.

Taglist: @glxwingrxse @peyton-14

#tom holland x sister reader #tom holland x sister!reader #tom holland #sam holland #sam holland x sister reader #harry holland #harry holland x sister reader #paddy holland #paddy holland x sister reader #holland!sister

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valaenatargaryensdragon · 1 year

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Professor? (MODERN AU)

pairing: Harwin Strong x OC!Reader

summary: Daeneryn Targaryen, youngest daughter of Viserys Targaryen and his second wife Alicent Hightower. Daeneryn is in her senior year of university with only a couple of months left until she graduates. Harwin Strong is her hot Wars of Westeros professor.

Word count: 7,5K

Warnings: Fluff, smut, P in V, Fingering, Blowjob, Professor kink, Degradation kink, Spanking, Size kink, Grinding, Praise Kink

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Daeneryn has always admired her hot professor Harwin, he was one of the nicest professors, always smiling and patient even when students showed their aggravating sides, sometimes even she wanted to throw her shoe on people like this, making fun of their own history but professor Strong remained cool and responded with a smart answer leaving the student baffled.

She took the course to merely watch him during the lectures, she did not need it for her future, besides she had her dream job waiting for her thanks to her father, yes he was absent but he at least tried to make sure her life along with her siblings were at least decent. She was to take the position of Marketing Manager in one of her father's many companies, Daeneryn was truly eyeing Dragon Fire Corporate (DFC), which was under the supervision of her older half-sister, Rhaenyra and her husband Daemon, who she had a good relationship with. Many times she had babysat her youngest children during her breaks whenever Rhaenyra went on a business trip, sadly she was the only one of her siblings who had a good relationship with Rhaenyra.

Professor Harwin's class was going to start soon which is why you should probably leave soon. Your eyes watched as the handle of the clock a couple of feet away ticked moving in a perfect circle. Professor Strong, oh how handsome he was, his curly hair down to below his chin which he sometimes slicked back into a man bun. The muscles on that man were insane, when did he even have time to go to the gym and get them.

Dany could not help but imagine how his veined hands would look like wrapped around her neck, even better if his cock was inside of her pussy drawing breathy moans from her lips but his lips were there to swallow them whole. She could not help but squirm at the thought of both his arms wrapped around her waist guiding her up and down his cock as she rode him in his lecture room where anyone could walk in.

"Earth to Dany" Daeneryn snapped back to reality when Baela snapped her fingers in front of her face. She reeled back confused for a second, she quickly realized that everyone were already done with their lunch and stood up except her.

"I'd pay every single penny in my pocket to know what you're thinking about" Jace teased, he wrapped an arm around his girlfriend, Sara Snow. Daeneryn pushed her chair back with a roll of her eyes.

"If I wanted you to know I would've shared, dickhead" She hissed slapping his shoulder. He chuckled pushing her gently, minding that she were wearing heels for the day.

"Besides if you pay for her thoughts who will pay for lunch?" Rhaena pointed out from the other side of the table. Jace groaned throwing his hands up in frustration, every time they all went to lunch suddenly everyone forgets their wallets, its not about the money none of them cared about spending their parents' money it is more of a game on who it falls on and it seems it is Jace's turn for the day.

"Why did you have to choose such an expensive restaurant?" He huffed brushing passed Daeneryn t go pay at the register. She giggled along with Sara, she was from a rich family but not even considerable close to Daeneryn's, no one ever was.

"You know he will be grumpy about paying for the next like decade" She expressed with a giggle. Daeneryn smirked knowing this would actually put a dent on Jace's bank account after he got caught with Sara fucking in the living room and her half-sister cut some of his allowance until further notice.

"He can go cry to his mama about it, she is soft for him and will give him his money back in no time" Daeneryn huffed. She picked up her bag along with her books ready to go back to university for the last lecture of the day, Wars of Westeros. Baela linker her arm with Daeneryn's as they all walked out, she had the same class as Daeneryn but for what reason she had no idea.

"We will meet you guys at nine by the bar, right?" Rhaena wondered. Daeneryn felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and pulled it out to find a text from her older brother Aegon.

DrunkBlonde: Where is my car?

Daeneryn's eyes snapped up to the red Black Lamborghini a few feet away parked. She had taken the first car key she found on the way out considering she was late and she did not care whose car she ended up with. Still she smirked knowing that will irk Aegon once she drove off.

Dany: With me

"Yes defiantly. I'll change at Dany's so don't wait for me" Baela replied to her sister. Daeneryn up looked grinned as Jace stepped out as well muttering under his breath, she can only hear 'Bitches', but it was so low it could have been something else, it was his fault he agreed to have lunch with only girls really, knowing that they liked expensive shit. Another text rocked Daeneryn's phone making her look down at the newest model of the half eaten device in all pink.

DrunkBlonde: If you scratch it I will fucking kill you

Daeneryn smirked evilly having half a mind to scratch it just to get on his nerve but decided against it. She may be spoiled and does not give a fuck but if she scratched a car every time she bickered with one of her siblings their money would be spent only on cars.

Dany: Do you not trust my driving skills?

"We'll go now, see you at nine" Baela noticed Dany not paying attention slowly stirred her to walk down the street to the Lamborghini. Dany gave a wave without even looking up from her phone. She pulled out the key unlocking the beautiful car and slipped in. The second Baela's door was closed Dany dumped her books and bag in the girl's lap.

"You bitch" Baela gasped dramatically. Dany smirked at the girl as her phone vibrated again. Dany winked at Baela before turning back to her phone.

DrunkBlonde: No

Dany: You literally taught me

DrunkBlonde: I never said I trusted myself with that car either

Dany: Fuck you

Dany threw her phone in her bag and turned on the car loving the sound of the loud engine. She did not even bother to put on her seatbelt as she pulled out of the lot and sped out of it an down the street. There was still fifteen minutes before classes started but knowing it was Professor Strong's lecture she could not wait. Excitement coursed through her body along with blood.

"What were you thinking about back at the restaurant?" Baela wondered. Dany slowed down before coming to a complete stop at a red car beside a black Range Rover.

"Not telling" Dany waved her off. She pulled her lipgloss out of her back and pulled down the screen with the mirror. She applied some on her lips smirking seeing as her makeup was done to perfection. She slammed close the screen and turned to place the bottle in the bag again. She looked up to find Baela gaping at her like a fish.

"What?" Dany asked confused. She looked around trying to identify what could have her sister's stepdaughter/ her best friend in such a shock.

"You like someone" Baela said as if it was a fact. Dany let out a fake laugh shaking her head from side to side.

"You've gone crazy" Dany noticed the light turned yellow prepared herself to take off again. The second the light lit green she was off again with the Range Rover close behind but still under the speed limit unlike her. She swerved into the university and into the closest spot near the doors. The sound of the expensive car earned the attention of many of the students around them. The Range Rover parked beside them much to Dany's annoyance, she could not endanger the Lamborghini.

"You do! You like someone!" Baela almost shouted handing Dany her things. The two girls slipped out of the car.

"Girl you've lost it. Me? Like someone? impossible" Dany shook her head as she locked the car. It is a known fact that Dany did not believe in love, not romantic at least, she lover her husky son Vermithor, but no one else. Dany has never been in a relationship before, she literally lost her virginity to Aegon's best friend Jason Lannister without him knowing.

"You do! Otherwise you would not doll up all the time and you would not deny it" Baela hopped around like some bunny. Dany's mouth fell open at her sudden excitement.

"Have you ever heard of someone agreeing to something that did not happen?" Dany sassed. She moved to stop Baela from jumping up and down. The other girl pouted teasingly. Before she could speak though her eyes snapped to something behind Dany and gasped shocked. Dany turned around fearing that something happened to Aegon's car but found Professor Harwin Strong himself stepping out of the Range Rover.

He was wearing black suit pants along with a white button up with the couple first buttons undone. Even from the small distance between them she could smell his cologne, a mix of wood and lemon. Dany's heart stopped when his eyes met her own as he closed the door and locked the car.

"Miss Targaryen, Miss Targaryen" He greeted both of the girls. Dany's sister's husband chose to change his last name along with his daughters to your Rhaenyra's which she was super proud of and in the tabloids they kept calling her a power woman.

"Professor" Baela greeted. Noticing Dany's lack of response she nudged her snapping her back to reality. Professor Strong turned to look at Dany as well.

"Professor" Dany nodded in greeting. Dany rubbed her upper arm where Baela had elbowed her. She turned to glare at the other girl but she only smirked at Dany with a shrug.

"You should not speed so fast Mis Targaryen, you are not only endangering yourself but others as well" He scolded. Dany's face dropped and heat rose up to her cheek noticing the annoyed tone in his voice, a tone she have never been on the receiving end of until today.

"Sorry Professor" She muttered, hand still rubbing where Baela hit her. He took a deep breath as if he was trying to compose himself before nodding his head. He moved both of his hand forward with his own bag and held them formally in front of him.

"Good, I'll see you both in class" His voice had changed in tone but it was not necessarily a good thing, he sounded gruff and it lowered a couple of octaves which only made Dany wet. She rubbed your thighs together to get some relief but that did not help at all.

"Yes Professor" Dany mumbled. He brushed passed her to get inside of the building. Her heart picked up in speed when the fabric of his shirt brushed against her bare skin causing goosebumps to form up her arm.

"This is wrong" Baela snapped Dany back to reality. She wanted to hit Baela for interrupting her fantasies for the second time in a span of less than thirty minutes.

"What?" Dany turned back to look at Baela. The other girl had a scowl on her face making Dany feel uncomfortable, she shifted fixing her hold on her books.

"What are you talking about?" Dany tried playing innocent. Baela eyes her up and down with a sigh.

"You fell for your professor? That is disturbing AF" Baela shook her head from side to side. As if she gets to speak! She was the one who fucked her high school biology teacher which she was failing until one day she wasn't.

"I did not fall for my professor I was merely praying he does not scratch Aegon's ride as he got out" Dany began walking into the building. Sweat of fear started building up her back and she had some speed in her step as if she can get away from the other girl who was not only in the same class but they were in a project together for said class.

"Do not lie Dany, you do not even believe in gods" Baela pointed out trying to keep up with the taller girl. How in the world Dany cold walk so fast with heels Baela had no idea.

"Enough Baela, you are delusional" Dany snapped, pushing open the hall door and stepping in. There some people in there but not everyone yet, they tend to come minutes before the lecture begins. There mostly girls fixing their makeup and hair.

"See those girls? You are just like them" Baela whispered. Dany's eyes widened in horror when the truth spilled right into her ear. She was acting like som desperate whore and for her professor no less. Baela moved to sit in their usual spot, the last row to the side where it was hard for them to be seen.

Dany followed her quietly with her head hung low, her blonde hair covering her embarrassment. She sat down huffing and her back let out a loud thump as it landed on the floor. She could hear some girl gasp in shock as if she could not believe Dany could throw a Louis Vuitton bag on the floor.

Dany did not dare look up at Professor Strong the entire lecture, even when he passed by to check on her and Baela's progress through their project, the project she could not concentrate on anymore and thankfully Baela did not comment on it. When the two hours were over she was the first out of the hall and in seconds she was by the car waiting for Baela.

The drive back home was quiet and neither girls said anything to one another. When they got there they decided silently to let the situation go for the time being and spoke of only their clothes and jewellery and on what to wear to the party. Dany chose to wear a simple black dress in no mood for exaggerated clothing as usual, she matched it with glittery silver heels and a matching purse. She left her hair in it's natural curls that she got from her mama but in platinum blonde that was from her father's side. Her makeup light with a minimum lipgloss.

This time Daeneryn took her own car, a white BMW, she did not know the number it was Aegon who usually changed her cars to the newest version or whatever, she did not really care. Baela seeing the tension and the turmoil of thoughts going on in Daeneryn's head decided to speak of her crush, a boy from their class as well, an Alyn Valeryon or whatever. Daeneryn tried to seem interested she really did but Professor Strong was all she could think of, the way she could see his muscles flex under the fabric of his shirt or the way his trousers looked tight around his thighs, he was just so muscular.

"There you are!" Rhaena greeted the two by the doors. She pulled them in for a group hug gasping at their dresses.

"You look so pretty, Dany!" Rhaena squealed. Her hand moved to twirl a curl around a finger, it was a rare accusation Daeneryn let her natural hair show but after showering earlier she had no energy to fix it.

"Yes pretty and in desperate need to get laid" Baela teased, wrapping an arm around Daeneryn's pulling her into the bar. Daeneryn rolled her eyes at the exaggeration of Baela.

"Not really feeling it, I'm here to get hammered no more" Daeneryn denied. She slid into the booth beside Jace who looked glum that Sara had to cancel for some reason. At least Lucaerys and Aemond were here.

"Yes hammered by someone's dick" Baela wiggled her eyebrows. Aemond grumbled taking a swig of his drink.

"Yes hearing my sister's sex life has always been a very interesting subject" He murmured. Daeneryn cringed agreeing that talking about this around Aemond was just awkward as hell.

"Like I said I just need a drink" Daeneryn waved a waited over. Usually they would go the bar but considering it was Dylan Hightower, a second cousin of theirs, who was bartending he did not mind coming over to the table to get their orders.

"Fancy having you here again, what can I get ya'll" Dylan's American accent was obvious from having studied there ever since he turned thirteen until two years ago.

"Vodka with whatever you want" Daeneryn was the first to throw her order at the young man. He chuckled scribbling down her order.

"Vodka on the rocks" Aemond was next with Jace getting the same thing. Baela and Rhaena chose to not drink so they can drive the two cars. Lucaerys ordered plain old beer.

The drink arrived soon after when the conversation were all different, the girls gossiping about a Baratheon girl who ended up pregnant while the guys were talking about cars. Daeneryn's drink was of reddish colour and tasted of cherish with he burn of vodka with each sip. She took huge gulps in need of getting drunk. In less than thirty minutes she was off the bar ordering a second one before returning to the table with shots.

"I needed more energy" She smirked as Dylan placed down the tray before leaving. They each took a small glass except Rhaena and Baela.

"You ready?" Daeneryn asked, one hand occupied with the shot glass and the other with a lemon slice.

"One... Two... Three..." The four drinking that night downed their shots in one quick motion, Jace and Luce scrunching their faces with disgust not used to the alcohol one being twenty and the other eighteen still new to drinking. Daeneryn laughed biting into the lemon slice and tearing the skin off before eating the juice part.

"Lets go!" Baela cheered filming the two's reaction before turning the camera onto Daeneryn. Daeneryn shook her hips to the tune of the music in the background with a smirk at the camera giving it a show.

"Dany!" Aemond scolded earning a laugh. Dany pouted innocently picking up her new cherry tasting vodka drink and took a small sip.

"Where is Aeg and Hel? Aegon doesn't usually miss opportunities to drink" Rhaena asked making sure Baela had ended the video. The older sister was quick to post the video on her story with no caption, it was not needed in her opinion and she was just a little bit lazy.

"Hel has early class and Aegon is out of town with some girl" Aemond shook his head disappointed. He sipped on his vodka on the rock, an unusual drink really but he liked it. He has been struggling with his on and off relationship with an older girl called Alys recently.

"Their loss" Daeneryn shrugged. Her head was beginning to feel a little fuzzy, she never fared well with alcohol. She signalled Dylan to bring another round of shot and he was quick to do so. The clear liquid made Daeneryn's mouth water.

"Come on wuss" Rhaena nudged Luce who was shaking his head afraid of the alcohol. He sighed defeated and took the shot. Baela whipped her phone out again and filmed Daeneryn alone this time.

"Here goes nothing" Daeneryn swung back letting the liquid trickle down her throat, her eyes watered because of the burn but she was quick to tear into the lemon and chew on it for a distraction.

"Wooo" She yelled for no reason, slamming he cup down on the wooden table causing an echo. The music sounded louder in her ear and the figures sitting around the table grew blurrier with each second.

"Imma dance" She announced proudly. Aemond muttered an 'Oh no' knowing his younger sister was already half drunk. She sashed away with a perfect sway of her hips. Soon none of them could find her in the crowd on the dance floor.

"Let her have her fun" Baela immediately shot down Aemond when he tried getting up to find Daeneryn.

The blonde young adult found herself in the middle of the dance floor hanging off some guy who looked just as drunk. He wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her close to his chest swaying to the music. There was a drumming in her head and her ears rung but the music was still very evident in her ears. She looked at the guy through her lashed gasping when she saw Harwin Strong in front of her.

"Professor?" She tilted her head to the side confused. The guy leaned down to lean his head against her shoulder.

"You're into your professor blondie?" he asked nibbling on her ear. He pulled back to look at her, Harwin Strong was long gone and in his place was a younger guy but with almost the same physic.

"I can work with that" He smirked. He leaned down trying to capture her lips but she turned away. Her hands trembled as she tried pushing him away. For once luck on her side and the dude saw she was panicking or whatever was happening to her.

"Hey hey, calm down, let me get you some water" He wrapped an arm around her waist guiding her away from the dance floor and to the bar. She sighed in relief as she let her body sit on one of the high chairs there.

"A water for the lady" The man ordered Dylan. Dylan nodded and scrambled to get her some water. Daeneryn thanked Dylan and sipped on the water trying to regain some sense.

"Thank you" She nodded at the blonde guy. He had a sweet smile on his face.

"No problem blondie, need me to get you someone?" He asked. His eyes roamed the room looking through the people still dancing and the tables filled with people.

"Baela from table four" She whispered. The guy nodded and went off in search of the number on the tables. Soon he returned with Baela by his side looking worried a little.

"Dany! Are you okay, girlie?" Baela asked. Her hand raised to push some of her hair back behind her ear. Daeneryn could already feel the bile rise in her throat.

"Get me out of here" Daeneryn begged. Baela wasted no time wrapping an arm around Daeneryn's waist and helped her off the stool thanking the guy before pulling the blonde out of the bar. The second fresh air hit Daeneryn in the face she was crouching down the side throwing up whatever there was in her stomach.

"Shhh girlie, let it all out" Baela pulled Daeneryn's hair back and away from her face. Dany whined feeling a headache approaching and she was nowhere near sobering up.

"Home" She whined like some child. Baela directed Daeneryn to the white BMW helping her into the passenger side and slid into the driver's side.

Baela kept turning to look at Daeneryn every now and then checking on the drunk girl, she never really faired well with drinking. She tried being as quiet as possible trying to get to Daeneryn's room without alerting Alicent or Viserys who slept in two different rooms or Helaena who was also asleep.

By two in the morning she finally managed getting Daeneryn out of her dress and into her lingerie looking sleep dress and slid her under the covers. She changed her clothes and slid in on the other side of the bed so she can sleep as well.

Classes did not start until late in the day the next day so they were able to get at least six hours of sleep before the alarm went off waking the two girls up. Daeneryn was the first to get up rushing to the bathroom to throw up again and shook Baela off deciding to stay in that day and miss the two classes she had.

Baela was not happy but did as Daeneryn wanted and went on her own. Her mood worsened when she noticed Professor Strong's eyes kept searching the lecture room pausing at her before resuming, he was searching for Daeneryn.

Daeneryn was not having a good time, she kept throwing up her bathroom and could not keep anything down except some warm tea and Aegon's miracle sandwich he sent her the recipe of. She slept most of the day trying to get rid of her hangover.

The next morning Daeneryn was much better and decided to join Baela to class. She wore much simpler clothes this time, just jeans and Aemond's King's Landing university hoodie. She tied her hair back in a pink bow to match her purse and sneakers. Baela kept Daeneryn updated on their project, they were almost done with it and they definatly will be if they worked hard enough during class.

The two sat in the furthest corner int he lecture room whispering to one another and adding some information here and there and some references before submitting the project to Professor Strong one five minuted before the lecture was over not like they listened much.

"Miss Targaryen do stay for a minute" Professor Strong called as everyone pilled out. Baela froze by the door and turned to look at Professor Strong. He turned from his computer to look at the two girls.

"You can go Baela" He nodded at the other girl. Baela raised her eyebrow but nodded and left the room.

"What is the matter professor?" Daeneryn asked worried. Harwin pushed back his chair and moved closer to the blonde.

"Where were you yesterday, you missed important information" Harwin glared down at her. Daeneryn could not help but feel aroused at the way his muscled flexed or how his voice dropped some octaves as he spoke with her.

"I was not feeling well professor however Baela kept me updated" Daeneryn answered. She gasped shocked when he pushed her back against the closed door. One of his hands remained by her head while the other trailed down to the lock and with a click it was locked.

"Yes I saw" His hand moved from the door to his pocket pulling out his phone, he unlocked it and opened something before turning it to show her.

It was an article one some website with the video Baela took of her swaying her hips after the first shot emerged. The caption read 'Big brother Aemond disappointed with younger sister's behaviour' the video then turned to Aemond, it was mute but Daeneryn remembered the warning in her brother's voice.

"It was just a night out, they exaggerate" Daeneryn laughed awkwardly. Harwin pocketed his phone again, placing his hand on the other side of her head and leaned down.

"You have been a very bad girl, Daeneryn" He growled lowly. His face was inches away from her own. She gulped attempting to rub her thigh together to get some friction. She wanted to slap herself for feeling this way around her professor, Baela was right this is wrong, besides Baela was the one with the experience of getting involved with your teacher.

"What? Professor I-" he cut her off with a finger to her lips. His eyes turned from looking at her right eye then to the left and again repeating the process. He leaned even closer to the point she could feel his breath on her face. She gulped unconsciously fearing what was to come. Her bag fell from her hand in shock from how close he was to her.

"You've been out partying like some whore showing off your body to some unworthy man, tell me did you get laid?" He asked, cocking up an eyebrow. She whimpered at the title he threw her way and he noticed, smirking victoriously at getting a reaction out of her. Her teeth tried breaking the skin of her lower lip successfully.

"No professor, I promise-" He cut her off again by shoving his fore and middle finger inside of her mouth. She gasped shocked, her eyes snapped up to look at him wide and so very beautiful, the lavender in the were almost gone as her pupil dilated.

"I do not want you to promise me shit" He hissed. He pulled his fingers out of her mouth slowly watching as a string of spit connected them to her plump lips.

"What do you want then?" She asked, feeling her patience running thin. Harwin was having none of that and delivered a slap to her thigh with his other hand making her squeak.

"Spoiled brat, I should fuck that attitude out of you" His hand snapped up to wrap around her throat. The little bunny act was gone in a second and a smirk painted Daeneryn's lips. Harwin's eyes widened when he realised that she has been toying with him this entire time, riling him up and she succeeded with an A+ from his reaction.

"What are you waiting for then, Professor?" She asked, her eyebrow shot up teasingly. She tried rolling her hips feeling his bulge against her thigh. He sighed at the contact but his glare did not waver.

"You truly are a whore, huh?" He asked. He leaned his forehead down on her own, putting pressure on her neck slightly. She whimpered desperately.

"Come on professor, punish me for being a whore... your whore" She moved her hands up his huge biceps and back down his chest towards his buttons. She unbuttoned two buttons exactly before he moved back with his hand still around her neck and pulled her like some dog to his desk. With a swipe of his hand all the papers and his things were scattered all around the room. His hand moved to the back of her neck instead of her throat and pushed her to bend over the table.

"I'll punish you alright, little Targaryen" He pulled reached forward to unbutton her jeans before pulling them down to her knees. He pushed her knees apart as far as possible with the jeans stretching as far as possible. He felt a feral feeling grow in his chest at the sight of her black lace underwear, she planned this.

"Naughty girl" His hand came down on her ass cheek making it jiggle. She whined wiggling her hips desperate.

"Such a little slut for professor, huh?" He asked delivering another blow to her backside. He leaned down so his chest was flush against her back. He trailed kisses from her ear down to her neck, licking a strip up and back down loving the ways bruises were already forming seconds after turning red. Daeneryn forgot all about the spanking enjoying the feeling of his body so close, his heat engulfing her so perfectly and his lips felt like feathers on her skin which earned Harwin a loud squeal when he delivered a third spank surprising the blonde girl.

"Professor" She moaned pushing her hips back, rubbing her reddening bottom against the tent that formed under his black dress pants. She pulled Aemond's hoodie off to show her matching bra.

"What? Are you already wet?" He teased, feeling his cock growing harder at the sight of the bra. He moved to stand up straight again. His hand trailed down her spine and down to her hips grabbing her panties and pulled them down to join her jeans at her knees. They probably would stretch beyond being wearable but Daeneryn did not care, she can just buy a new pair.

"Look at that! A waterfall is coming out of you, little Targaryen" Harwin teased. He ran a finger over her slit gathering some of her arousal on the digit. Daeneryn whimpered feeling her cheeks growing warm at the declaration, she felt like a teenage girl again getting wet from three spanks and his mere voice. She reached behind her back to undo her bra and threw it over her hoodie by the desk.

"Whose this for?" He asked. He put some pressure on her clit earning a sigh of relief. He rubbed slow circles letting her get used to his touch, the roughness of his skin before moving back over to the slit.

"Answer me" he demanded, pushing his pointed finger inside of her with ease. Daeneryn squealed unconsciously pushing her hips back for more.

"You, all wet for you, professor" She cried. Harwin hummed approvingly curling his finger inside of her. She moaned happy with the attention he was giving her. His finger explored inside of her in search of that soft spot that got her seeing stars.

"Tell me little Targaryen, did you enjoy whoring yourself around?" Harwin asked, adding a second finger inside of her. Daeneryn gulped grabbing at the edge of the table for some stability.

"I- I-" She could not even answer because he found that spot. Her eyes rolled back and moan left from her chest instead of her throat. Harwin smirked seeing her legs begin to shake and pressed harder at the spot before pulling out earning a whine. He pushed her jeans and underwear further down and off along with her sneakers.

"Answer me and I will let you come" He promised. Daeneryn turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. He was smirking and his hair was a mess, he probably ran his fingers through her watching the way she sucked his fingers in so good. Her cunt clenched around nothing at the mere sight of him.

"I- I-" She still could not speak. Harwin placed his hands on her hips grinding his hips against her behind with a smirk. He leaned closer to her until his lips were by her ear again.

"I-I- speak, whore" He mocked. His hand came down slapping her thigh sending a jolt of sparks straight to her core.

"I did it to forget you" She cried, her forehead made contact with the table to hide her humiliation.

"Hmm is that so?" He pulled back. Daeneryn's heart picked up pace when she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down. Her body's shaking worsened with anticipation.

"Professor" She whined, at the feeling of his tip making contact with her clit. He shushed her prodding at her whole getting her arousal to coat his cock. He pushed his tip inside slowly to not overwhelm her.

"Bad girl" He smacked her bottom again when she tried pushing her hips back to get him to push inside. He pushed in, in one go making her scream. He leaned down to cover her mouth his his hand. He started moving without giving her time to adjust, gone was the caring professor and in his place was Harwin Breakbones, a man who enjoyed the pain.

"Bad girls get punished, good girls get rewarded. Which one are you?" He asked. He leaned his forehead against the back of her head. His pace was relentless, Daeneryn's head was fussy and she started loosing feeling in her legs.

"Bad- ooh" She moaned, he moved his hand to give her space to speak. With each thrust his mushroomed head pushed against the spot his fingers reached earlier, an area Daeneryn could not reach with her fingers hence the dildo hidden in a box under her bed, but his cock was nothing like the purple dildo, no he was longer and had a wider girth to him the biggest Daeneryn has had ever had inside of her.

"Hmm will you be a good girl for me?" He questioned. Daeneryn moaned a little too loud to his comfort and his hand slapped against her mouth again. His other hand moved to her hips to assist with his thrusts.

"Bad girl" He moved to stand straight and pulled her back with him with the hand over her mouth. His hips were snapping against hers at this point, Daeneryn tried rolling her hips back to meet his as much as she could. She could feel the area where her the edge met her his skin already burning and a bruise was forming there.

"Sorry" The singular word came out muffled. Harwin moved his hand down to her throat cutting some of her airway, enough for her to breath but not make too much sound.

"Close" She whined. Her head rolled back against his chest, she could not even reach his shoulder. Harwin smirked also noticing the size difference.

"Say you'll be my good girl and I'll let you cum" Harwin had to fight back his own orgasm when he felt her walls clenching around him, trying to milk him.

"Please... I'll be g-good" Daeneryn tried to run at her own clit but Harwin was faster pushing her hand away and began rubbing it himself. Her whole body was burning, sweat was coating her hairline and the back of her neck. Her legs were shaking and she could barely breath.

"Yes!" She cried pushing back against him trying to swallow more of him if possible. Her hands tweaked her own nipples needing an anchor to stay conscious.

"Tight" Harwin's voice sounded strained. Her cunt pushed his cunt out of her much to both of their displeasure. Daeneryn's hips pushed forward to grind her clit against the table pushing his hand closer to her cunt if that was possible. His rubbing did not stop riding out her orgasm. She leaned down on the table for some stability, she could not hold her own weight up and her arms were shaking.

"Good girl" Harwin moved both of his hands to her hips helping her hold up some of her weight. She sighed in relief as her shaking ceased slowly.

"But I am not done just yet" She gasped at the suddenness of his movement, he turned her around and picked her up to sit on the table.

"Professor?" His hand rested in between her breasts, covering half of both, everything about him looked too big compared to her. He pushed her back to lay on her back.

"Shh little Targaryen" He spread her legs open and let them curl around his waist. His head fell back as he slowly pushed back inside of her hole. Daeneryn whined from the overstimulation, she barely got to cum once when she was with a guy let alone to feel a fully hard cock inside of her after an orgasm.

"That's it, sucking me in so well" Harwin praised. Daeneryn wiggled her hips from side to side trying to adjust to his size again. He leaned down close to her, cupping her face with his big palm.

"You okay?" He asked concerned. She willed her eyes to peal open with a soft smile on her face. He realised that he did not ask for permission to touch her in the beginning and was about to pull out but she pulled him closer with her legs.

"Never better" She whimpered, grinding against him. Harwin smirked beginning to move again. Slower this time, but still just as deep if not deeper.

"Good girl, taking my big cock so well" He praised. Daeneryn tried to move her hips to his rhythm. Harwin moved to kiss along her neck and collarbone. Daeneryn's fingers buried into his brown curls moaning straight into his ear. Harwin himself let some moans slip through, she felt so good around him, like a glove made just for him.

"Yes soo big" She cried. His lips trailed down to her chest sucking against the skin. He took a nipple in one mouth and the other was covered by her hand. His hands held her sides moving her body on the table to meet his thrusts.

"You're so big Professor" She resumed her whining. all fear that anyone can hear was erased from both of their head. Harwin tugged at her nipple with his teeth before moving to the other one moving her hand away. One of his hands reached in between their bodies to rub at her numb. her back arched into him at the pressure.

"Yes make me cum, professor" She cried. Harwin's thrusts picked up pace almost matching those of his fingers.

"Come on little Targaryen, cum on my big cock again" Harwin moved to whisper in her ear. He groaned feeling her walls clench around him again. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer using him as her anchor this time instead of her own breasts.

"Fuck yes" She spasmed around him, her whole body shaking with her second orgasm. Harwin picked up his thrusts to ride her orgasm and feeling his own approaching.

"Fuck yes little girl" he pushed her arms away to stand straight, pulling her legs up over his shoulders to thrust even deeper, covering more of his cock.

"Fuck!" Daeneryn cried body still recovering from her second orgasm but he was still moving. Her hands grabbed at the edges of the table feeling it moving against the floor.

"So good" Harwin cried, throwing his hair back. His sweaty curls looked amazing around him, he looked like a god.

"Fuck me professor" Daeneryn cried. Harwin looked like he was in a different universe with her cunt clenching so tight around him. She felt a third orgasm building up, it was close to her second one since he gave her no time to recover.

"Cumming" She warned, wiggling her hips. Harwin turned from looking at where they were joined to look at her face, snapping out of his trance to find her eyes rolling back, her back arching of the desk, her arms looked like they were tensing by her sides unable to move and her legs shook over his shoulder.

"Cum" he growled, snapping his hips harshly against her own. Daeneryn slapped a hand to her mouth to cover the scream that erupted from her chest. Harwin grunted trying not to cum inside of her as he rode out her orgasm.

"Fuck" He groaned pulling out fully, palming himself furiously. Daeneryn used whatever energy she had to roll off the table and kneel down in front of him. Harwin's eyes darkened even more if that were possible at the sight of her on her knees for him, the daughter of the richest man in the city if not the whole country.

"Here, let me professor" Daeneryn pushed his hand away and took him in her mouth. Harwin was so close, he could already feel some of his cum moving through his cock.

Daeneryn sucked and licked his shaft, tongue flattening against the veins that adorned his cock. She moaned against his skin when his hand grabbed a fistful of her hair to move her faster against him. She bobbed her head back and forth. He looked down and the sight was his undoing, he grunted loudly as his cum shot down her throat. Daeneryn did not stop her movement and even moved her hand to cup his balls making sure she got everything he could give her.

"Fuck" He pushed her head off him gently. Daeneryn panted leaning back against the table. Harwin crouched down to her height looking over her, body shining from the sweat that covered her body, her thighs were covered in her own cum and her hair was a mess.

"You were such a good girl" He leaned closer to capture her lips. She giggled letting him help her up and to sit on the table. He moved to his bag pulling out wet wipes. He wiped her arousal from between her legs before moving to clean the spit and cum from his own cock.

"How is that for roleplay?" Daeneryn asked. Harwin threw away the dirty wipes before moving back over to her.

"You like roleplaying as the bad girl?" He teased, wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her closer to the edge. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him down for a heated kiss. His tongue immediately prodded her lips and began exploring her mouth, battling her own. Daeneryn pulled away from him panting.

"Baela is starting to catch on, she thinks I have a crush on you" Daeneryn pulled away from him and hopped of the desk in search of her clothes. She pulled up her underwear moving to clasp on her bra.

"Is that truly a bad thing?" Harwin asked pulling up his own boxers. Then he pulled up his dress pants and buttoned his shirt again, Daeneryn realised that in their haste Harwin kept his shirt on the entire time.

"My love I am not telling anyone so you don't get fired and I expelled. When I graduate I swear I will scream it from the roof of the building if you want" Daeneryn walked over to him as she buttoned her jeans. Harwin smiled leaning down to kiss her forehead.

"I'd like that" Harwin moved to grab Aemond's hoodie and handed it to her. Daeneryn raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "Me screaming from the roof?" She teased.

"No, everyone knowing how much we love each other" Harwin pulled her close to his chest the second her shirt was on. He leaned his forehead on her enjoying the smell of her perfume and sex that filled the room.

"Soon, professor"

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ugh-yoongi · 4 months

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if you could style each of bangtan what kind of style would you put them in and which fashion house do you think fit them

oh, what a fun question!

note: please take this with a grain of salt, bc i don't really know shit about fashion, really. so this is just a bit of fun, and definitely something i'd love to hear others' opinions on!

namjoon — i love namjoon in more traditionally-feminine clothes. the juxtaposition of his size (tall, thick thighs, etc.) with the skirts/flowy pants and tops just... really works for me.

so, for namjoon: moschino. for better or worse, they're always doing something different, and i think they could actually do something really inspired and cool with namjoon's vibe. even though i get the vision, bottega is just... so boring to me.

seokjin — hard to choose here, when he canonically looks good in everything. but me, personally? i love him when they style him edgier. perhaps it's because he's my bias, but he's just so soft and •ᴗ• so looks like this really work for me, bc it's not really what you'd expect him to wear??:

so, for seokjin: alexander mcqueen. one of my favorite designers for my favorite boy. there's structure, but it's still visually stimulating. edgy but not so much that it'd distract from the person wearing the clothes.

yoongi — i'm getting lazy with the pictures here, but i actually really like yoongi's deal with valentino. there's a nice balance of soft and bold which really works for him and fits with his vibe. however, i think we can (and should) make yoongi weirder.

so, for yoongi: ichiro suzuki. very, very weird (affectionate) clothes, and i think he'd be super into it. also highly inspired by art, so maybe yoongi and namjoon will be sharing clothes.

hobi — already a fashion icon. doesn't need any input at all from me, but i'm a mission to make bts as weird as possible, so we're going full send with this choice. hobi can truly pull off anything, and someone with that kind of power should embrace it.

so, for hobi: moncler. there's a little bit of everything here. there are more traditional options, and then there's weird as fuck, and i think he'd have a lot of fun working with that kind of scope.

jimin — another one that doesn't need my help, but alas, here i am to offer it anyway. gender seems to be a bit of a spot for jimin, so i'm hesitant to push him too far in either direction. something right in the middle would be my pick, because he can already pull off anything, might as well have fun with it.

so, for jimin: peter do. there's just... layers to this for me. it looks soft but it isn't really, and that's what jimin embodies to me. anyone can wear these clothes.

taehyung — i just get less useful the further we go down the age order, huh? he's got an aries moon, so taehyung's going to do what he wants, and he needs fashion that's going to reflect that. something stubborn, fiery, cool. something you can wear to a jazz show but also a gay club in paris, you know?

so, for taehyung: walter von beirendock. my weirdest pick yet, but this is fashion anarchy, imo. this is designing whatever the fuck you want. this is self-indulgent. this is complete disregard for the rules, and to me, that's taehyung 1000%, and i need to see him in these neon yellow pants.

jungkook — alright, last entry. what i love about jungkook is that he's grown up so publicly and had to do all that awkward "figuring out who you are" shit on the biggest stage in the world. that shit sucks, so he's really brave and cool for doing it, and he says endlessly that all of his members are reflected in him, so that just means he gets the weirdest choices of all.

so, for jungkook: because he's brave and cool, loewe. most people would probably not want to wear a grass jacket with grass shoes, but jungkook is brave and a little rebellious, so i bet he would. and he'd look damn good in it, too.

#bts #bts fashion #thank you again for asking this was really fun!!#jewel answers

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hadesknockedupintheunderworld · 4 months

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So like, mini disclaimer before the post. I was not and am not a believer in the "Sonic is going to be forced to choose between his original friends and the shatterspace variants" theory, nor the companion to it "all the variants are just gonna essentially live with their memories inside the og friends' hearts"

However, I do have brainrot over the idea of Nine meeting Tails in his dreams, and some of these ideas require a prerequisite of "in which Nine exists within Tails' heart but does not currently have a body.

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Imagine, if you will, a setting post canon in which the variants exist within the hearts of the original and (kingdom hearts style) they would just need a body/vessel of their own to exist again. Tails is sleeping, and after dreams upon dreams of meeting the variants, experiencing their fleeting memories and their hurt (their feelings about everything), he comes across Nine.

Nine... Tails has had a hard time remembering much of his dreams while awake, but when he's dreaming, he remembers that Nine has been perhaps the angriest and most conflicted of all the variants. All of them want to be alive, of course. Tails wouldn't be surprised if *all* of them have been parsing through his own memories in exchange for sharing theirs.

But none have been so volatile as Nine, harder to reason with. The others at least face him more often than not, but Nine has directly done so few times.

But...Tails can't blame him for that, especially not after what he knows. He understands how Nine likely feels (abandoned, lonely, forgotten). Perhaps he wouldn't be so agreeable either if he fought tooth and nail for a better future, and the universe denied him that (nay, punished him to watch but to never have).

But tonight...

Nine is standing under a palm tree, facing the vast ocean past the beaches of Green Hill. Tails takes a few steps down the hill he's on, and soon enough he's standing off to the side (dream logic, he understands)—where he can see Nine from the front, but isn't standing directly in front of him or obstructing his view.

It's at this moment that Tails realizes he's never seen Nine so clearly before. The tips of his ears, to his permafrown, to his 7 mechanical tails, and down to his shoes. He's fought the fox before in his dreams, seen glimpses of him, but this is the first time he's had a chance to really see him.

Nine turns his head away from the sea, and suddenly Tails is beside him, mere feet away.

Tails opens his mouth, a dozen questions and sentence starters flying through his head. What eventually comes out is just a simple, "Nine?"

Nine smiles at that, and yet...Tails can tell almost instantly that it's not because he's happy or excited to see him. No, the smile is almost...accepting, if not a little bit sad.

Then, Nine sighs. "This could have been the other way around, but...it has to be you."

Tails hesitates for a moment before pointing at himself. "...Me? Why?"

"There are so many people connected to you—all of you, if my hypothesis is correct. It often is. You're me, so...you can feel what I felt. You could...feel how I feel."

And maybe it's true that Tails can feel what Mangey, Sails, and Nine are feeling, but all that proves is that one is affected by the presence of others residing within their own consciousness.

Tails shakes his head. "No. You're you, not me."

There's a moment of silence before Nine chuckles, and Tails continues, "I want you to know that you deserve to live as your own person, just as much as I do."

"Every time we've fought—here—I've asked you the same question. Do you remember it?"

Well, of course, Tails finds multiple questions as he tries to think back, but by keeping the terms of Nine's question in mind and employing process of elimination–

Nine turns back to the sea, squeezing both gloved hands into fists at his sides. "I was angry—among other things. I just couldn't understand why I was here. After everything I'd fought for, everything we'd been through together, I couldn't understand why he chose you. And every time I asked, you never gave me an answer."

Nine's right. Tails has never given him an answer to that question.

But to Tails...that question was never his to answer, at least in his opinion. Unless Sonic told him, Tails would never know why he put in for him, Amy, Knuckles, and Rouge over worlds of new friends. All he does know (straight from Sonic's own testimony) is that Sonic would have never made the choice he did had he known it would lead to all this. Sonic had wanted home, Tails, and all his friends back, but he never meant to erase the other worlds. Even as he tries to pretend otherwise, Tails knows Sonic has been beating himself up for the choice he made ever since.

Shouldn't Nine know that—that Sonic didn't mean to hurt him, that Sonic feels regret, that Sonic wasn't intending to choose between one or the other?

"Nine–"

"Save it," Nine says, cutting him off. "It doesn't matter anymore. Sonic made his choice, but you still have that chance."

Nine turns back to Tails and holds out a hand.

Tails looks down, then back up at Nine. He hesitates for a second, but ultimately takes Nine's hand.

Tails is an observer, a spectator without form, as memories begin to play out before him in quick succession. Despite the lack of form, somehow his head begins to ache in pain that only grows over the moments.

And then, he begins to notice a pattern in the memories shown to him. Despite the pain, he recognizes the clear shift since a certain blue hedgehog—Sonic, of course—saves Nine from being hit by a train.

Each and every memory, if Sonic wasn't centered or mentioned in it, then his palpable absense was the focal point. Nine fought him, he worked with him, he almost lost him, he thought he lost him, and then he fought him again.

Nine had spent most of his life lonely, though he hadn't realized that until his life was almost over.

A waterfall of emotions hit him then, just before the highlight reel crackles into black.

And then, Tails is standing beside Nine again, head pulsing and heart pounding. He can hardly remember what he's just seen, and that waterfall of emotions seeps through his fingers as he tries to catch them, to study them.

All he knows is that he understands. Somehow, he understands why Nine feels the way he does. Now, more than before, he understands why Nine is hung up on Sonic the way he is.

Perhaps, Tails thinks, he understands how it feels for Nine to be with Sonic (and without him) far more than anyone else.

Tails musters up a look of determination as he stares into Nine's eyes, and he squeezes his hand. "I'll figure it out. No matter how long it takes, I'll make sure you—you, and Sails, and Mangey, and the rest—can walk along the beach. You don't deserve to sit here and watch like this. None of you deserved to have your lives taken."

And Nine... Nine smiles, like he just can't help it. "Don't you see? That's why it has to be you."

There's a feeling, an almost indescribable feeling, that strikes Tails' heart at that.

"I promise," Tails says.

And then, he’s sitting up in his bed, breathing deeply.

As he makes himself get up, get ready, and rush into his lab, there's little he remembers from his dream as always.

But he knows what he has to do.

I'll make sure of it, Nine.

#sonic prime #nineails #tainine #tailsnine #Ship names hard guys!#tailscest #I'll probably just use that as an overarching ship name #i just be ramblin #I have one more of these meetings in my brain‚ but this one went on so long I think I'll have to make a separate post #Anyhow in the world my little musings‚ I do believe Tails will work hard to figure out how give all the variants proper vessels #but as this *is* also meant to be a tainine/nineails post (with some implied sontails and sonine) he's going to be fixating on helping #Nine first #my writing #I guess?#it kind of turned into a whole thing #Personally where the feelings come in between them for me is both from the fixation (the 'why does it have to be you' condflict vs the #'I want to soothe your pain and fix this')‚ and bonding over the feelings and experiences they share (especially regarding Sonic)#Although let's be real here. I just love selfcest and two characters bonding over their love for the same person kinda ships #Also final mention‚ yeah. If you didn't guess‚ this interaction is based upon the Sora and Roxas interaction in KH DDD #sonic the hedgehog #nine sonic prime #miles nine prower #nine the fox #miles tails prower #tails the fox #semi long post

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